The Good With The Bad

Disclaimer: see part one

A/N: Dream sequence within ##

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The Good With the Bad, pt. 3

Will reached out, dared to lay a hand on his thigh, not suggestively.

"If you want me to stay, Odo, I will. I understand what it's like to ... to feel like you want someone around, but feel foolish for wanting it."

The ex-changeling looked at him, but didn't debate his comment. He finally asked, "What did you do?"

Riker slowly nodded, sat back then, deciding to tell him a bit about himself.

"I grew up as a kid in Alaska, grew up out there in the arctic alone. My father left me alone a lot. When he was home was no better. He did things all the time to best me, humiliate me ... 'toughening me up' he used to call it. Would call me names in front of my friends, even ... even slapped me around a few times when I was a boy and had done something I thought would please him. It never did. He even stripped me buck naked once and switched me in front of my classmates for lying. He found out later I wasn't lying, but he never apologized. No, that would prove he'd been wrong and he was never wrong. He thought he was fucking perfect."

Odo was a good listener, Will noted, nodding and following along. He found himself leaning against the bed as he continued. "Do you know I caught a three-and-a-half foot salmon once, by myself. Bigger than his record by almost a foot and he complained about how long it took me, about the method I used. He even told me that his accomplishment was better than mine because he'd done it with less and when he was younger than me. He didn't get it! All I felt, all that little boy felt was that this man was his father and that he wanted more than anything to do something to make him proud, make him... make him love him. I just wanted to be with him, to bridge that gap so badly, but I couldn't. And I never felt ... loved. Isn't that strange? I felt wanted by my father. I was necessary to his ego. But I never felt loved. And I grew to hate the son of a bitch."

Odo waited, but Riker had fallen silent. He finally nodded. "I think I understand how you feel."

"The founders?"

Odo's mouth fell open. Riker smiled.

"I didn't read Captain Sisko's report, but I did read your own debriefing after you first met your people. It seemed to me that they wanted you very badly, but your refusal to stay told me you didn't feel entirely ... welcome."

"No. I felt very welcome so long as I gave up my beliefs of a lifetime."

"Exactly. The only way I could get my father's approval was when I met his lowered expectations of me. Then he would get this self-satisfied look. Then he would pat my back and tell me I'd do better next time. The only time he touched me with affection was then. I was a kid, I was hungry for that, for my father's approval. It wasn't until I got older that I realized I was playing into it, buying his slanted view. And I didn't have to. I started trusting myself and my own opinions and... well, here I am."

Odo nodded. "You're a good person, commander."

Will felt uncomfortable. "Not really. But I try."

Odo looked up and met his eyes. "Thank you... for everything."

Riker felt his stomach unclench and found his hand reaching out. It touched Odo's firm, wiry arm and gripped it momentarily. "You're welcome. Thank you."

"What for?"

Will tightened his hand for a moment. "For forgiving me. You're a good person, too, Odo."

He couldn't help it, but the feel of that firm, lean flesh beneath his hand brought back his dwindling erection again. Except Odo's skin was cold now; Riker frowned, glad to focus on something else.

"You're like ice." He got himself up, headed for the replicator. "One large towel, warmed. And a vial of Risian massage cream."

The items materialized and Riker tossed the towel over his shoulder, grabbed the jar of cream and headed for Odo. "Come on. You'll catch your death of cold that way and that wouldn't be a pleasant experience for you in this new body."

"Most things haven't been." Odo sighed, but he got up. He froze, however, as Riker set the bottle down on the bed and reached for the belt of his robe. "Commander??"

"Will. I've been calling you Odo. Please, call me Will."

Riker's hands continued working as he spoke, slipping the robe off and quickly using the towel to briskly dry Odo's damp, cool body. He tried to help, but Riker shrugged off his efforts. Soon he was done. He then fluffed the mostly dry towel out and spread it on the bed. He had stripped the soiled blanket off earlier, but the sheets were still in place. He indicated the towel.

"Go on and lay down, face down. I'd like to treat you to a massage someone showed me that will warm you right up."

"I don't kn--"

"It's all right. It's one of the good aspects of being human and I'd like to be able show you something pleasant for a change." Riker admitted, then smiled invitingly.

Odo studied him for a long moment, then finally nodded and lay down as ordered.


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Will's large and warm, cream-covered hands along his shoulder blades caused Odo to jump, then relax. Riker kneaded his way along that smooth expanse of pale skin, spreading warmth.

He didn't stop at his back, those hands spreading along his sides, down his buttocks and legs and even his arms. Then they centered once more on his back and Odo felt stimulating tingles as Riker gently lifted his skin and muscle in little "pinches" all over his back. Those strong hands made their way down to his buttocks and did that to them, too.

Odo just lay there, enjoying the sensation, but feeling a bit guilty. What had he done to deserve such attention? All he'd done so far was be a burden to his shipmates, a strange new body to analyze to that damnable doctor, a weak solid that his people despised. He cursed his stupid human body. It seemed to be the source of all his pain and confusion.

Now he felt his groin warming up as his penis began to swell. Apparently it liked what Riker was doing, too. He had no control over it. He'd had no control over anything so far. This made him feel strange and warm again. He didn't like that at all.

"I'm fine now," he started trying to get up.

The hands quickly pulled back. Riker sounded puzzled. "If you're sure--"

"I'm sure. Thank you, that was very kind." Odo began to head for his closet, but didn't count on the dizziness. He swayed a little and Riker grabbed for him, but his hands were slippery. All he did was slow Odo's fall. Fortunately he fell back on the bed.

"Are you all right?"

Odo nodded, avoiding his eyes as he stared at the ceiling with a sense of futility.

"Why did you get up so fast?" Will demanded.

"I didn't think I'd get so dizzy." Odo blinked. "I'm not used to this ... body."

Riker frowned, then seemed to recall something. "Odo, when did you last eat?"

"Eat?"

"When was the last time you ate?"

Odo scowled. "The admiral told Captain Sisko the doctor didn't want me to eat at least twelve hours before her... examination. I haven't eaten since the night before the Defiant arrived at the starbase."

"No wonder you're feeling woozy." Riker sighed. He went to the replicator and ordered a robe. He tossed it to Odo. "Slip that on, it'll help you keep warm. I'll get us some dinner from the replicator in the living room, bring it back here."

Odo was still sitting at the side of the bed when Will returned with a tray. Two bowls of stew, some breadsticks and two large cups of steaming tea were on it. He set it on the bed and sat opposite. "I hope you like chicken-mushroom stew."

Odo stared at the bowl. "I don't know."

Riker thought about this and shook his head. "I'm sorry. It really must be hell for you. All this is new, isn't it?"

The constable just nodded and picked up the spoon. He touched his finger to the stew before trying it. He nodded. "It's good."

"I'm glad. The tea goes very well with it. It's lemongrass tea, lightly sweetened."

"I've never had that."

"Give it a try."

"It looks hot."

"It is. It's better that way."

Odo tried it, said nothing. Soon both men were eating hungrily. Odo sighed as he finished the last of the tea. Riker smiled.

"I'll take this back now." He got up with the tray and took it back to the living room.

When he returned, Odo was yawning.

"Maybe you should try sleeping."

The constable shook his head. "No. I'll be all right."

"It's the middle of the night, my friend."

Odo frowned. "It is?"

"You were out of it for quite a while. Between the events and the drugs they gave you, the best thing you could do for your body is let it rest up."

Odo considered this. "Maybe you're right."

"All right then. I'll get you another blanket, get myself a new set of clothes and leave you to it." Riker did as he'd said. He handed the blanket to Odo on the bed. "Have a better night, my friend."

Odo nodded. "Thank you."

Riker took his clothes and headed for the living room. After a while, Odo heard the outer doors open and close. He was already under the covers by then. He left the lights on. He didn't think he'd fall asleep anytime soon although he was tired enough to just lay there staring at the ceiling.

He fell asleep in less than a minute.


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Riker took a lot longer to fall asleep. He finally headed for the holodeck and did some running. It helped him feel a bit better, less aroused. He'd been feeling that way since the shower he'd taken with Odo. Not wanting to disturb the poor man after all he'd been through, he'd kept a tight rein on it.

When he was finally tired enough, he headed for his room where he took a quick sonic shower and dropped into his own bed. He fell asleep thinking of Soren.

## Soren's gentle eyes, strong, slender hands. Soren's smooth, pale body, firm and trim. Soren's gleaming skin as he spread oil along it, massaging along that strong spine down to hir buttocks where he lingered. Soon he turned hir to continue his intimate massage, over hir barely-there breasts, down to hir straining penis. Soren had been embarrassed about hir male member, but he had loved hir, all of hir, including that part of hir.

He had massaged hir throbbing hardness. It wasn't large, but it was so smooth, and Soren had no testicles. They were inside hir, Soren had whispered, and his fingers had sought what else was inside hir. He dipped a finger into slickness and as Soren writhed on him, he had dipped his head and taken hir swollen penis deep into his mouth. It felt so sensual and made him feel very giving.

His own aching erection went ignored as he sucked Soren's thick, beautiful organ and played with hir dripping female opening. Soon he was swallowing a hot stream of bitter, tangy fluid and he released hir softening member to concentrate now on his own pleasure. Soren had been trembling from hir orgasm as he slipped deep inside hir. Will just gazed down on those beautiful eyes as Soren looked up at him, so grateful, so giving. Soren had made him feel unlike any other lover he'd ever had. Soren needed him and this completed the sexual act for Will in a way none of the others had.

When he'd finally exploded inside hir, Soren's thick penis was straining against hir belly once more and this time, he didn't hesitate. He had reached for the bottle of oil he'd used for the massage and lovingly coated that swollen stalk, then turned, handing Soren the bottle of oil.

"Take me. Please."

Soren had hesitated, not liking that side of hir sexuality, but Will insisted, knowing how important it was for Soren to accept hirself, all of hirself. He gently stroked hir penis and finally turned back to face her, laying on his back before hir. Riker stuck a pillow beneath him and spread his legs wide, shameless in his desire for hir. He ignored his own hardness when it returned as Soren carefully penetrated him and thrilled at the desire on hir face as Soren thrust within him. When Soren's face twisted with the power of hir release, Riker's own heated come spurt between them.

Overwhelmed, Riker had pulled Soren down on top of him, kissing hir until neither could breathe. It was how they'd fallen asleep, Soren on top of him, their softened, sticky organs gently rubbing together... ##


Will's eyes snapped open. He was one breath from coming thanks to the power of his dream. He lay unmoving, feeling the old regret as he remembered what had happened to Soren. It quickly drained him of desire. Soren had been taken from him, and from hirself. Brainwashed. Probably "happy" now, but no longer unique. Swallowed whole by hir people and their prevailing way of life.

No different than poor Odo, he mused. Except Odo didn't even have a chance to explore his sexuality or the good side of being human before Nechayev got her greedy hands on him. Literally.

Will's teeth ground now in anger as he remembered the humiliating way Odo had been treated. His own kindness afterward seemed insignificant in comparison.

And he still thanked me. Will sighed. He rolled over and noted the time. To his surprise it was late in the morning. He felt as if he hadn't slept much at all. Must have dreamed all night.

Soren. Pale gentle eyes. Smooth firm flesh. Riker felt his organ throb at the memory of that pale, smooth, firm flesh beneath his hands, of reaching for that long swollen penis, and wishing to gently knead those large, warm testicles...

Will frowned now as he remembered Soren didn't look like that, had no testicles. No, he was thinking of Odo, of running his oil-warmed hands along that long, straight back and cupping those firm buttocks. He did want to do more, badly, but had restrained himself out of concern for Odo's frame of mind.

He hoped he hadn't made the constable more nervous rather than helped him relax. He wasn't a greedy man. He wouldn't take advantage of the situation and he hadn't. Despite his attraction, he'd tempered himself to be gentle and helpful to the vulnerable new human. Will wondered now, how Odo was doing, if he'd managed to sleep.

While he would have loved to be able to spend more time with him the night before, it was better he had left. Now, despite the heated throbbing in his groin, he told himself sternly that all he was going to do was check on him. Odo was alone in a large starbase, having been mistreated and then basically left alone. He had his captain and some crewmates, who were busy with debriefings thanks to the Founders, and could look forward to a trip back to Deep Space Nine on the cramped and tiny Defiant.

Riker made up his mind. He got up and headed for his closet.


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2b cont'd

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