The Good With The Bad

Disclaimer: see part one

A/N: Dream sequence within ##

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The Good With the Bad, pt. 4


## Probing hands.

Slipping inside him and he could do nothing to stop them.

When he opened his mouth to protest, he found he'd been gagged. When he stirred, the restraints tightened around him, hurting him. He could only accept what was happening. Either that or go deep within, to that place he'd learned of long ago when Mora had been doing similar things.

The thought of Mora brought other recollections then and his dreamscape changed. He remembered now wishing to get away from the devices the Bajoran scientist used, but being unable to escape. He remembered the pain they wrought and the humiliation of having to answer the placid-faced scientist's questions after the procedure. Silence was not permissible; Mora answered to the Cardassians. No matter how much Odo despised him, he could not allow the scientist to be murdered... not for something he didn't do.

So he answered, even when the answers made him cringe. He'd given everything he was to the curiousity of the Cardassians. Now, the same had been done by Starfleet... by people he'd grown to care for... that he trusted. ##


Odo gasped awake.

Shivers ran through his form and he clutched at the blanket, unaware he was tightly curled into a fetal position -- ironic, since he'd never experienced the fetal condition. But the tightly curled posture made him feel somehow safer.

He couldn't escape his thoughts, though. A bitter sense of betrayal filled him and he nearly wept anew in his distress. The same people he'd thought of as his friends, those who had allowed him to retain his position on the station and had come to care for -- they worked for the same organization that had stripped everything of him.

They could do it again, too. There was nothing he could do about it. There had been nothing he could do about it.

The sound of the door chime made him tremble. He ignored it. Whoever was there could go away. He wanted to be alone. He wanted to lay there until his mind stopped replaying the events of the day before.

"Odo? It's Will. I'd like to talk to you."

Odo shuddered with distress. The human was kind, but he wasn't sure if he wanted kindness. He wasn't sure he wanted anything.

"I know you're in there. I... I really need to talk to you, Odo."

Odo shook and finally uncurled and levered himself from bed with sheer force of will. Maybe conversation would help him focus elsewhere.

He was almost at the door when the door chime sounded again. He keyed it open and allowed Riker in.

"Odo? I didn't wake you?"

"I couldn't sleep." Odo admitted, a touch bitterly.

"Neither could I." Riker assessed him. "Are you all right, Odo?"

He nodded.

"Can we sit?"

Odo looked around and finally headed for the couch, his baggy pajama bottoms hanging low on his lean hips. Riker felt a momentary sadness, a momentary pity... and disgust at himself for a surge of desire at the sight of that lean, wiry back, those firm, well-shaped buttocks. He sighed. Whatever else the Founders might have done, they had, at least, given the constable a graceful and beautiful body.

After a moment, he followed Odo, and sat next to him.

"What did you want to talk about?"

Riker unexpectedly felt his face colour. He was used to being direct, but in these circumstances, he felt that perhaps directness wasn't the best option.

"I... forgive me, but this is difficult. About yesterday?" Odo winced, making Will stop his comments immediately. "I'm sorry. I really don't want to... distress you, but I ... I felt it was important, very important for you to know that what happened isn't the norm. It was the worst side of humanity you experienced. Our fears, our prejudice... our curiousity, even our lascivious side. And it was in the name of science, in the name of the Federation... and it was wrong. More wrong than can ever be made up to you. More wrong than I can express. But I wanted to at least tell you. I felt you should know."

Odo nodded, said nothing in response.

Will swallowed. The silence seemed to last for several moments. Finally, he added, "I also wanted you to know that... that sex -- genuine, caring, loving sex between consenting adults -- is a wonderful thing. It ... it has nothing to do with anything that happened on that table, Odo. If you don't believe me about anything else, believe me about that."

Odo said nothing, merely looked away. Will felt more like a worm than ever. He finally dared to reach a hand across to Odo, placed it gently on his arm.

"I'm sorry. I'll leave you alone now."

He got up and headed for the door.

"Commander."

Will turned. Odo was standing, a pale, thin figure in the dimness.

"... thank you. For caring."

Riker nodded, deeply touched. The constable's voice was rough with unshed emotion. This made Will frown; it wasn't healthy for Odo to bottle up his feelings, especially now.

Instead of simply nodding and walking out, Will stepped closer and laid that gentle hand back on one of those warm and wiry shoulders.

"Don't thank me, Odo. I just wish..." he paused, nearly strangling himself with his own tongue to stop himself from saying how much he wished he could show Odo what it could be like between two consenting adults.

"You wish what?"

Riker blinked. His hand fell down and to his surprise, he found himself picking up Odo's hand and bringing it up between them.

"I wish... you would let me show you what it can be like, my friend. And I wish your first time with someone is so beautiful and opposite from what happened that... that it wipes it from your mind."

The silence this time throbbed with awareness and expectation. Riker felt his cock swell to it's full measure, even as he felt Odo's pulse grow faster beneath his fingers. He urged himself not to give in; even though he'd spoken the forbidden words, it didn't mean he had to act on them.

"... if I did..."

This small and incomplete statement seemed to surprise them both. Riker held his hand tighter, as the urge to give in grew.

"I wouldn't without your complete understanding... without your absolute approval... without knowing I wouldn't be adding to your pain."

Odo's hand tightened in his momentarily. "... and... if you knew?"

Will swallowed, his cock a length of pulsing, aching flesh now. His voice was thick. "I'd show you everything I know... give you the time that you deserve."

The long silence that fell seemed to go on forever. Finally, Odo spoke in a faltering voice.

"I think you might be partly right. I think I do need to experience this... differently. It won't leave my mind--" his words choked with sudden emotion and he swallowed with difficulty. "I need ... to get the images from my mind. I need ... other images."

He said nothing else, and after a moment, Odo turned away. Riker closed his eyes in disappointment. Then he felt his hand being gently pulled and realized Odo was taking him to the bedroom.

"Odo?"

But Odo didn't pause until they were by the bed and he didn't turn around as he spoke.

"I... despite what happened... I trust you, Will Riker."

Odo waited in his own uncertain silence, then felt himself being embraced, warmly, from behind. A shudder ran through him and the embrace tightened, but it was comforting and not restraining.

Those large, warm hands rubbed his bare torso, not sexually or suggestively, but with care and concern. Odo turned and Riker allowed it.

"Will?"

"Tell me what you want. I'll do anything you want."

Odo swallowed.

"Show me what it can be like."


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"Computer -- raise room temperature by 3 degrees Celsius."

As the room began to warm, Riker began to strip, removing his uniform not with haste, but with slow deliberation.

Odo merely watched, trembling slightly, his own slowly swelling organ throbbing beneath the thin pajamas. He said nothing as the soon-nude Riker stepped up and gently embraced him once more.

Those warm hands ran along his arms and reached up to caress the smooth skin of his face. Even as he wondered what to do, Riker moved closer still and pressed a warm kiss against his unresisting lips, once, twice... again. The kisses were soft and moist and very sensual. It almost seemed as if Will was tasting him. Odo shuddered again.

"Easy," Riker's deep voice was soothing, and one of those hands soothed down his bare back. It was joined by the other one and Odo found his own hands encircling the larger man. Despite Will's size, he felt ‘safe' being with him. It was oddly comforting.

His lean fingers felt along that expanse of familiar well-muscled back now. He jumped slightly as Riker's hands reached down his own back, then slipped beneath his pajama bottoms.

"Easy..."

The pajama bottoms slipped off with ease, revealing his half-hard organ jutting forward. Odo jumped once again as Will's large warm hand briefly caressed it as he knelt before him and carefully removed the pajama's.

"Lay back," Riker whispered gently, patting the bed.

Odo sat, uncertain now. His eyes fell onto the large, almost angry-looking erection the Commander sported. Will smiled.

"It's all right. I won't hurt you at all. I won't do anything you don't want me to."

"What ... what should I do?"

Will's smile widened. "Anything you like. But this first time, I'd like it if you... allowed me to pleasure you."

"I'd... like to help."

Riker nodded. It was equally important for Odo to feel some measure of control. "All right."

He took one of those lean hands in his and kissed them, then pressed them against his torso. "I'm very sensitive. My nipples, abdomen, my penis, balls and thighs. All very sensitive."

Odo nodded, too. His hands fanned out to touch Will's muscular chest, fascinated by the texture of the wiry hair that covered it. His fingers soon found a pink nipple and toyed with it wonderingly.
_Then he gasped as Will rubbed a warm hand against his own chest, fingers urgently caressing his own nipples which tightened and tingled at the touch.

"See?" Will leaned in closer, buried his face in Odo's neck. "You're sensitive in those area's, too."

Without further preamble he began to lick, then suck at the juncture of Odo's neck and shoulder, hand still caressing that smooth, firm chest.

Odo moaned, found his fingers tightening briefly in the fur covering Riker's chest, then growing demanding as they trailed along his sides before pulling him closer into an embrace. Will never stopped the gentle, maddening sucking of his neck, even when he felt Odo's now fully-erect cock pressing against him, against his hip. He merely began to gently thrust his own against that warm, hard thigh.

When he'd finished marking the skin with his mouth and teeth and tongue, he began to gently nip and lick his way down to those hard, rubbery nubs of warm brown flesh that stood out in contrast to the rest of that pale, silken expanse. He smiled as his actions caused his partner to groan and writhe beneath him, the sounds seemingly desire and distress borne in equal parts. He used his hands to soothe and caress.

"Easy. It's supposed to feel good."

To his relief Odo nodded, then Riker felt the tentative touch of those lean, strong fingers exploring him, down his back, gently toying with the crack of his ass before carefully moving back up his back again.

"Go ahead. Play with me as I play with you. It's alright." Will breathed into the thick, fleshy ear, then nibbled it. His hand reached down and cupped that hot, throbbing flesh which quivered and began to buck beneath it.

With a loud, almost agonized groan, Odo came all over Will's hand. Riker did not stop his actions, continued kissing and caressing his lover, his hand stroking and massaging that thick, hot cream all over his still-pulsing genitals.

"Easy. It's alright." Will rode down the wave of pleasure with Odo, feeling as much satisfaction as if he himself had come.

The shuddering soon stopped and Odo lay there, gasping for breath, dizzy with the feelings still surging through his new body. Riker said nothing, simply kissing and caressing, holding the trembling form and murmuring soft calming sounds. His own loins pulsed with desire, but he did nothing for himself -- it was all for Odo.

After a moment, the shivering ceased and he could feel a few tentative touches on his torso again. They moved down to his penis and Riker closed his eyes, fighting the urge to come. He touched that hand with his own, stopping it's motion, a silent request.

"I'm fine."

"You... you're hard."

"And I do want to enjoy this, believe me, but... this time is for you, not me."

"Show me," Odo whispered. "Show me how to ... bring you pleasure."

Riker chuckled, holding Odo close for a moment. "Odo, right now I'm so aroused, you could make me come just by looking at my penis. Don't push your luck."

Odo nodded, held him, too. Will relaxed. Then he felt Odo moving, his warm, taut thigh moved up, then down, the firm muscle rubbing the underside of his already-tingling organ with smooth, ceaseless strokes.

Riker growled, then threw his head backward, arching his back as his penis erupted, thick blasts of heavy semen coating Odo's hip and belly. His thrusts spread the creamy mixture until he was smoothly gliding along that hairless skin and his convulsions turned to shudders of delight.

He could not speak when he finally came to his senses. He merely gathered his newfound lover tenderly and held him close as they both drifted off to sleep.


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## Probing hands.

Small, cold hands... uncaring hands. They slipped inside him and he could do nothing to stop them. No... ##


"No!"

"*Easy*."

He shivered then calmed at the feeling of large, warm hands caressing him, soothing him, rubbing his neck and chest, then holding him close. He trembled a little, but this time from incipient desire rather than fear.

"I'm right here." Riker murmured into his ear, then began gently sucking on the lobe.
For a moment Odo knew what Ferengi's found so ecstatic about earlobe contact. Then he turned to Riker and carefully tried to do the same.

"That's better." the heavy voice soothed. Soon they worked in tandem, each striving to bring the other pleasure.

Odo explored this heavy, hairy body, so very different from his own, and yet, essentially the same. Riker fondled and caressed, kissed and gently nipped at his lovers warm, wiry body. Soon both were hard and dripping with desire.

As Odo's firm hands reached Will's aching penis, he paused. Riker also paused to look at him.

"What is it?"

"I... I still don't know what to do. How to... bring you pleasure."

"You already have. But if you mean you want to make love, I'd like to do that, too."

"I... I want to."

"And I want you to." Riker rolled over and Odo watched as he reached for the jar of Risian massage cream that still lay atop the bedside table.

He swallowed as he watched Riker coat his fingertips with the cream, gasped as Will applied it to the head of his throbbing cock. Then Will took his hand and gently gave him the jar. Before Odo could ask what to do, Riker lay back then drew his knees up, hooking them with his elbows to hold his ass high in the air before him, presenting him his pink, puckered opening.

"Go ahead."

Odo looked and then coated his own fingers with cream, gently reaching down to that inviting opening and spreading it along the entry. Will groaned and his hard cock jumped against his belly.

"Please Odo, we're both ready... and I'm going to explode."

He wasn't quite sure of the angle, but he leaned over Will and discovered the natural curve of his erection readily corresponded. He positioned the head of his cock at the cream-covered opening and eased forward, resting with his elbows at Will's sides, imprisoning his cock between their bellies.

To Odo's surprise, his heavy, swollen penis slid in without pause, making his head swim with pleasure. Without prompting he began to thrust, pulling almost completely out with each withdrawal then sliding forward again, the head of his swollen cock pressing Will's prostate each time, making Riker groan.

The sensations were equally pleasurable to Odo and he found all thought of what had happened, all thought of the exam, even of being trapped in this humanoid body, had completely disappeared, swallowed up by the rapturous sensations emanating from his groin and spreading upward along his spine. Unknown to him, he was grunting and moaning, feral sounds that increased as did the speed of his thrusts.

He jammed in particularly hard and felt Riker convulse beneath him, his anal ring of muscle closing around him as tight as a fist and Odo howled as the seed shot from him, too, spurting deep into Will's bowels. Both men shook with the intensity of their orgasms and finally, slowly settled into gentle, sweaty movement.

Soft, sticky sounds finally made Odo look down and he found their stomachs were covered with Riker's heavy semen.

He carefully disengaged, but Will pulled him forward again for a lengthy embrace, punctuated with a long, searching kiss. When they were both breathless, he finally let Odo go.

"There." He smiled. "I hope it was... good for you."

The constable smiled shyly, nodded. "It was. I've never felt anything like that."

"Good."

Will smiled, too, then kissed him once more. His mouth roved down along this new, young body before him, gently licking and kissing the sweat and semen. It was a heady taste that made him eager for another session. He returned once more to those thin, smooth lips and spoke against them.

"And we're just getting started."



~ finis ~


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