Don Juan de Malcolm Part 1 of Masquarade Series
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Star Trek › Enterprise
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
1,798
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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Don Juan de Malcolm Part 1 of 3 Masquarade Series
Title: Don Juan de Malcolm
Series: Masquarade
Author: Stargazer
Feedback always appreciated and an endless source of inspiration.
Archive: EntStCommunity and GroovyGoddess as always, all others please ask
Pairing: Tucker/Reed and others
Rating: NC-17, Mature, Adult take your pick.
Warning: Slash,
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything but I sure wish I did. Guess I’ll have to be content being allowed to play with the characters every now and then.
Thank you to my betas: GroovyGoddess/Malcolm's Pet, MD, TripsMyGuy, Trip-Tease, and StarPilgram98
A/N
Zoe’s 2005 Valentine’s challenge:
Malcolm stalking Trip along the darkened corridors of Enterprise then pushes him up against a wall and kisses him, until his knees go weak. Malcolm then walks off, leaving a bemused and confused Trip.
Why/What/How is up to you. Maybe wrangle Valentines into it somehow...
*puppy dog eyes*
Zoe :-))
I had never responded to a challenge before but when I read this a very playful bunny hopped up into my lap. It’s taken me a while but I finally got it done. Then, thanks to my evil muse and suggestions from my betas it decided to take on a life of its own and become a series. I hope to have the other parts ready soon but I can’t make any guarantees as it took me 10 months just to get this done. I hope you like it.
I agree that this is not how the Malcolm Reed we all know would behave so consider this a brief side trip into the AU.
Series: Masquerade
Part 1 of 3: Don Juan De Malcolm
The crew of Enterprise was bored and restless. They had wandered into a quiet section of space. While there were several planets in the area that had at first seemed promising for exploration, one by one they all turned out unsuitable for even brief expeditions or shore leave.
The region’s lack of hospitable planets also led to a lack of contact with alien life forms, either friendly or hostile. At first the crew had used the additional quiet period to catch up on maintenance and modifications. By now however, there was little left to do to fill the time. All systems were running at maximum efficiency and all upgrades that could be done had been completed. All others would have to wait for either additional supplies or spacedock.
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The crew had been performing the majority of their duties on autopilot for the better part of a week now. Malcolm Reed got an idea to liven things up and obtain the answer to a long-standing question of his own at the same time.
Exiting the shower Malcolm looked at the clothes laid out on his bed. Originally it had been a remnant from a college costume party but for some reason he had held on to it. Now he was extremely glad he did.
Carefully and deliberately he began to dress. First the cologne. Something with a bit of citrus, not too strong but enough to linger in the air. Second the loose-fitting, long-sleeved white silk shirt followed by the snug fitting black trousers which seemed to mold to him like a second skin and highly polished black boots. Next came the antique cufflinks. After all, attention must be paid to the details in order to project the correct image. He slowly buttoned the intricately embroidered black vest then tied the long black cape around his neck. Looking in the mirror he picked up the length of black fabric that made up his mask. Rather than the typical one that fitted only over the face around the eyes; this one ran over the top of his head covering his hair. Then two long strips ran along the sides and were tied in back leaving three lengths of cloth trailing down behind him. The final addition was the wide brimmed black hat. Malcolm checked once more in the mirror and grinned, the illusion was now complete. He was no longer Lieutenant Malcolm Reed. He was now Don Juan De Marco, the world’s greatest lover.
Using a handheld scanner he checked to make sure the corridor was empty before he exited his quarters. It wouldn’t do to be discovered dressed as he was.
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He waited hidden in a small alcove as his first target approached. She was alone as he expected. He waited a moment as she passed then stepped out behind her. If he had to choose a woman aboard the ship it would be her. She was full of contradictions and surprises. He always enjoyed seeing what the result would be when a new aspect of her personality was revealed. She could be shy and timid, then suddenly bold and confident. When she first came aboard Enterprise she had needed a lot of help with handling the new phase pistol. He had assumed that it was because she wasn’t adept at self-defense or combat techniques. It was three years later when he discovered she was nearly a master of martial arts.
Hoshi quickly made her way down the corridor towards the mess hall. She was supposed to meet Travis for lunch and was already late. She wasn’t aware of the figure that appeared behind her until a gentle but commanding hand was placed on her arm and she was spun around into the arms of a masked man.
She was just about to scream when he captured her mouth in a passionate kiss. Instinctually her arms wrapped around him and a small sound escaped her as his tongue slipped into her mouth. Her whirling mind still struggled to catch up with her situation when he released her and stepped back, drawing a red rose from within the folds of his cape and placing it in her trembling fingers. Tipping his hat he quickly departed, leaving a speechless and bewildered communications officer behind.
Hoshi watched as the mysterious figure disappeared from sight, not even thinking to call for help. Holding her fingers to her lips and gazing in wonder at the rose she still held she entered the mess hall.
Travis had been watching for her and immediately noticed her distracted air. In a moment he was at her side, concerned for his friend. “Hoshi, you OK?”
“Yes.” She replied distractedly then started to giggle. “I think I just had a run in with Don Juan de Marco!”
Travis’ face immediately split into a wide grin and his laughter echoed through the mess hall’s corridor.
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Travis had just finished a late night work out and was heading to the locker room to shower and change before returning to his cabin. As he stepped into the locker room he had the distinct and uneasy impression that he was not alone. Quickly he glanced around the room and reassured himself that no one else was present. Nervously he let out the breath he did not realize he was holding, then chuckled to himself for being so easily spooked.
Rounding the corner at the end of a row of lockers he started in surprise at the figure standing there casually leaning against the locker behind him, waiting. He was dressed all in black save for a flowing, white shirt.
Attempting to back away Travis found his path blocked by the lockers behind him. He should have been able to overpower the stranger but discovered he was unable to move.
The stranger smiled and slowly approached. Travis was unable to take his eyes off him or move a muscle to save himself. When the figure reached his destination he ran a gloved finger along the helmsman’s jaw then kissed him gently.
Travis closed his eyes and melted into the kiss. All too soon the contact ended. When the young man opened his eyes the stranger was gone. The only evidence that he had been real and not a figment of his imagination was the single rose left on the bench between the lockers.
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Captain Jonathan Archer stalked from one end of his ready-room to the other. Scattered around the room were his senior staff: Sub Commander T’Pol, Commander Tucker, Lieutenant Reed, Dr. Phlox and Ensigns Hoshi Sato and Travis Mayweather.
“Almost a third of the crew has reported seeing him. Why can’t we find this intruder!” the captain almost shouted.
“Sir we aren’t even sure it is an intruder. It could be a member of the crew. No one has seen his face” Lieutenant Reed explained.
“It is reasonable to assume that if it is a crewmember they could have knowledge of the most effective hiding places and a variety of escape routes in order to avoid detection,” T’Pol offered in her usual logical manner.
“All the more reason to find this person. He is assaulting members of this crew and should be held accountable for his actions.”
“Captain, I would hardly call what happened to the handful of crewmembers assault.” the Denobulan tried to reassure him.
Captain Archer paused in his pacing for a moment to glare at the doctor; he then turned to the two ensigns. “Can either of you add anything that might help us find him?”
“No sir” Mayweather replied. “He was only there for a minute and was wearing a mask.”
“Really sir, I don’t see that any real harm has been done.” Hoshi added. “If anything he’s already begun to improve morale on the ship.”
Jonathan Archer was in no mood to be dissuaded. “Lieutenant, I want you to find whoever it is. Is that clear?”
“Yes sir” responded the head of security.
“All of you are dismissed.”
As they filed out of the ready room Malcolm thought of the irony of the situation. Just how was he supposed to catch himself? Hopefully this would be the last order from his captain that he would have to disobey. Continuing on his way to the armory he smirked to himself as he decided who his next target would be.
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Captain Archer was exhausted. It had been a long shift and he was looking forward to a long hot shower and his bed.
His only detour en route was to stop by the mess hall to pick up a sandwich and a glass of milk. Since it was long past regular dinner hours there really wasn’t much of a selection to choose from. “Ah, well” Jon thought, “beggars can’t be choosers”.
Archer keyed in his code and entered his quarters. His mood was instantly lifted as a friendly bark greeted him and a moment later his beloved beagle was at his feet begging for attention. Setting his substitute dinner down on the table Jon scooped up the little dog, scratching him affectionately behind the ears. Porthos rewarded him by thoroughly licking his face. Jon laughed and moved out of range of the tongue bath by setting the affectionate pooch down.
“OK, let’s get you your dinner and then see about getting the rest of me clean.”
After filling his friend’s dish with kibble, Jon looked at his own poor excuse of a dinner and sighed. Suddenly it seemed even less appealing. Maybe the shower would help improve his appetite.
Jon ran the water as hot as he could stand it, luxuriating in it as he felt the tension ease from his body while the sweat and grime were washed away. As he dried off, he could hear and feel his empty stomach growling at him. He still wasn’t entirely thrilled with the cold sandwich but resigned himself to the fact that it was better than the alternative, which was nothing.
Wrapping a towel around his waist he stepped out into the main cabin. Immediately he noticed that the lights had been dimmed. Upon closer examination he found that the food he had brought with him was gone. In its place was a covered plate and a bottle of cold beer. Curiosity got the better of him as he smelled the delicious aroma that seemed to permeate the air. Approaching cautiously he lifted the lid. What he saw there made his mouth water: prime rib and gravy, roasted potatoes and French cut green beans with toasted slivered almonds.
Jon caught a faint movement of shadow out of the corner of his eye. Before he had a chance to react however, the figure moved like lightning and he stood face to face with the infamous masked man. Only a handful of centimeters separated them.
Between the low lighting and the brim of the stranger’s hat his face was held in shadow, making his features indistinguishable. The mask he wore compounded the effect. What held Archer’s attention and kept him in place was the sheer hypnotic intensity of the stranger’s being. Dressed only in a towel and unable to reach the com panel to call for help, Jon was completely vulnerable, the captain felt like a small animal cornered by a cobra. He could die if he didn’t move but he could not look away.
Archer’s heart pounded as the stranger reached out with a gloved hand and caressed his cheek. He was sure it stopped altogether when the intruder closed the gap and pressed their lips together in a not so chaste kiss. Jon then felt it speed up to double time as he sighed and leaned into the kiss wanting more.
Malcolm felt the lips against his part, inviting him in. He took the invitation letting his tongue slip into the older man’s mouth. Jon moaned softly as his mouth was slowly and carefully mapped. For a brief moment the masked man was tempted to take things further but this was not the prize he sought. It was however something good to know just in case his plans did not turn out the way he hoped.
The stranger broke the kiss gently, placing the single rose next to the dinner he had brought. Quickly and quietly he backed away and out of the captain’s quarters. A stunned Jonathan Archer watched him retreat. Suddenly he understood the message that had just been delivered. If this mysterious man had this kind of access to the captain of the ship, he had access to everyone and everything. Despite the opportunity, he was no real threat to anyone. If he had any real intention to do so, he could have had Jonathan or even killed him before anyone was the wiser. Instead he had brought him a much-needed dinner and one of the most incredible kisses of his life.
Regaining his senses after a few moments, Jon looked around quickly for his best friend, wondering why he had not informed him of the intruder. After a brief scan of his quarters he found the little dog in his bed happily chewing on what appeared to be a bit of beef flavored raw hide. Jon smiled and scratched the small dog’s ears. “Looks like he got to you too, huh fella.”
Porthos just looked at him innocently with his big brown eyes while he continued to chew on his treat as if to say, “What else did you expect?”
A moment later Jon sat down himself to eat his much appreciated meal.
Series: Masquarade
Author: Stargazer
Feedback always appreciated and an endless source of inspiration.
Archive: EntStCommunity and GroovyGoddess as always, all others please ask
Pairing: Tucker/Reed and others
Rating: NC-17, Mature, Adult take your pick.
Warning: Slash,
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything but I sure wish I did. Guess I’ll have to be content being allowed to play with the characters every now and then.
Thank you to my betas: GroovyGoddess/Malcolm's Pet, MD, TripsMyGuy, Trip-Tease, and StarPilgram98
A/N
Zoe’s 2005 Valentine’s challenge:
Malcolm stalking Trip along the darkened corridors of Enterprise then pushes him up against a wall and kisses him, until his knees go weak. Malcolm then walks off, leaving a bemused and confused Trip.
Why/What/How is up to you. Maybe wrangle Valentines into it somehow...
*puppy dog eyes*
Zoe :-))
I had never responded to a challenge before but when I read this a very playful bunny hopped up into my lap. It’s taken me a while but I finally got it done. Then, thanks to my evil muse and suggestions from my betas it decided to take on a life of its own and become a series. I hope to have the other parts ready soon but I can’t make any guarantees as it took me 10 months just to get this done. I hope you like it.
I agree that this is not how the Malcolm Reed we all know would behave so consider this a brief side trip into the AU.
Series: Masquerade
Part 1 of 3: Don Juan De Malcolm
The crew of Enterprise was bored and restless. They had wandered into a quiet section of space. While there were several planets in the area that had at first seemed promising for exploration, one by one they all turned out unsuitable for even brief expeditions or shore leave.
The region’s lack of hospitable planets also led to a lack of contact with alien life forms, either friendly or hostile. At first the crew had used the additional quiet period to catch up on maintenance and modifications. By now however, there was little left to do to fill the time. All systems were running at maximum efficiency and all upgrades that could be done had been completed. All others would have to wait for either additional supplies or spacedock.
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The crew had been performing the majority of their duties on autopilot for the better part of a week now. Malcolm Reed got an idea to liven things up and obtain the answer to a long-standing question of his own at the same time.
Exiting the shower Malcolm looked at the clothes laid out on his bed. Originally it had been a remnant from a college costume party but for some reason he had held on to it. Now he was extremely glad he did.
Carefully and deliberately he began to dress. First the cologne. Something with a bit of citrus, not too strong but enough to linger in the air. Second the loose-fitting, long-sleeved white silk shirt followed by the snug fitting black trousers which seemed to mold to him like a second skin and highly polished black boots. Next came the antique cufflinks. After all, attention must be paid to the details in order to project the correct image. He slowly buttoned the intricately embroidered black vest then tied the long black cape around his neck. Looking in the mirror he picked up the length of black fabric that made up his mask. Rather than the typical one that fitted only over the face around the eyes; this one ran over the top of his head covering his hair. Then two long strips ran along the sides and were tied in back leaving three lengths of cloth trailing down behind him. The final addition was the wide brimmed black hat. Malcolm checked once more in the mirror and grinned, the illusion was now complete. He was no longer Lieutenant Malcolm Reed. He was now Don Juan De Marco, the world’s greatest lover.
Using a handheld scanner he checked to make sure the corridor was empty before he exited his quarters. It wouldn’t do to be discovered dressed as he was.
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He waited hidden in a small alcove as his first target approached. She was alone as he expected. He waited a moment as she passed then stepped out behind her. If he had to choose a woman aboard the ship it would be her. She was full of contradictions and surprises. He always enjoyed seeing what the result would be when a new aspect of her personality was revealed. She could be shy and timid, then suddenly bold and confident. When she first came aboard Enterprise she had needed a lot of help with handling the new phase pistol. He had assumed that it was because she wasn’t adept at self-defense or combat techniques. It was three years later when he discovered she was nearly a master of martial arts.
Hoshi quickly made her way down the corridor towards the mess hall. She was supposed to meet Travis for lunch and was already late. She wasn’t aware of the figure that appeared behind her until a gentle but commanding hand was placed on her arm and she was spun around into the arms of a masked man.
She was just about to scream when he captured her mouth in a passionate kiss. Instinctually her arms wrapped around him and a small sound escaped her as his tongue slipped into her mouth. Her whirling mind still struggled to catch up with her situation when he released her and stepped back, drawing a red rose from within the folds of his cape and placing it in her trembling fingers. Tipping his hat he quickly departed, leaving a speechless and bewildered communications officer behind.
Hoshi watched as the mysterious figure disappeared from sight, not even thinking to call for help. Holding her fingers to her lips and gazing in wonder at the rose she still held she entered the mess hall.
Travis had been watching for her and immediately noticed her distracted air. In a moment he was at her side, concerned for his friend. “Hoshi, you OK?”
“Yes.” She replied distractedly then started to giggle. “I think I just had a run in with Don Juan de Marco!”
Travis’ face immediately split into a wide grin and his laughter echoed through the mess hall’s corridor.
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Travis had just finished a late night work out and was heading to the locker room to shower and change before returning to his cabin. As he stepped into the locker room he had the distinct and uneasy impression that he was not alone. Quickly he glanced around the room and reassured himself that no one else was present. Nervously he let out the breath he did not realize he was holding, then chuckled to himself for being so easily spooked.
Rounding the corner at the end of a row of lockers he started in surprise at the figure standing there casually leaning against the locker behind him, waiting. He was dressed all in black save for a flowing, white shirt.
Attempting to back away Travis found his path blocked by the lockers behind him. He should have been able to overpower the stranger but discovered he was unable to move.
The stranger smiled and slowly approached. Travis was unable to take his eyes off him or move a muscle to save himself. When the figure reached his destination he ran a gloved finger along the helmsman’s jaw then kissed him gently.
Travis closed his eyes and melted into the kiss. All too soon the contact ended. When the young man opened his eyes the stranger was gone. The only evidence that he had been real and not a figment of his imagination was the single rose left on the bench between the lockers.
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Captain Jonathan Archer stalked from one end of his ready-room to the other. Scattered around the room were his senior staff: Sub Commander T’Pol, Commander Tucker, Lieutenant Reed, Dr. Phlox and Ensigns Hoshi Sato and Travis Mayweather.
“Almost a third of the crew has reported seeing him. Why can’t we find this intruder!” the captain almost shouted.
“Sir we aren’t even sure it is an intruder. It could be a member of the crew. No one has seen his face” Lieutenant Reed explained.
“It is reasonable to assume that if it is a crewmember they could have knowledge of the most effective hiding places and a variety of escape routes in order to avoid detection,” T’Pol offered in her usual logical manner.
“All the more reason to find this person. He is assaulting members of this crew and should be held accountable for his actions.”
“Captain, I would hardly call what happened to the handful of crewmembers assault.” the Denobulan tried to reassure him.
Captain Archer paused in his pacing for a moment to glare at the doctor; he then turned to the two ensigns. “Can either of you add anything that might help us find him?”
“No sir” Mayweather replied. “He was only there for a minute and was wearing a mask.”
“Really sir, I don’t see that any real harm has been done.” Hoshi added. “If anything he’s already begun to improve morale on the ship.”
Jonathan Archer was in no mood to be dissuaded. “Lieutenant, I want you to find whoever it is. Is that clear?”
“Yes sir” responded the head of security.
“All of you are dismissed.”
As they filed out of the ready room Malcolm thought of the irony of the situation. Just how was he supposed to catch himself? Hopefully this would be the last order from his captain that he would have to disobey. Continuing on his way to the armory he smirked to himself as he decided who his next target would be.
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Captain Archer was exhausted. It had been a long shift and he was looking forward to a long hot shower and his bed.
His only detour en route was to stop by the mess hall to pick up a sandwich and a glass of milk. Since it was long past regular dinner hours there really wasn’t much of a selection to choose from. “Ah, well” Jon thought, “beggars can’t be choosers”.
Archer keyed in his code and entered his quarters. His mood was instantly lifted as a friendly bark greeted him and a moment later his beloved beagle was at his feet begging for attention. Setting his substitute dinner down on the table Jon scooped up the little dog, scratching him affectionately behind the ears. Porthos rewarded him by thoroughly licking his face. Jon laughed and moved out of range of the tongue bath by setting the affectionate pooch down.
“OK, let’s get you your dinner and then see about getting the rest of me clean.”
After filling his friend’s dish with kibble, Jon looked at his own poor excuse of a dinner and sighed. Suddenly it seemed even less appealing. Maybe the shower would help improve his appetite.
Jon ran the water as hot as he could stand it, luxuriating in it as he felt the tension ease from his body while the sweat and grime were washed away. As he dried off, he could hear and feel his empty stomach growling at him. He still wasn’t entirely thrilled with the cold sandwich but resigned himself to the fact that it was better than the alternative, which was nothing.
Wrapping a towel around his waist he stepped out into the main cabin. Immediately he noticed that the lights had been dimmed. Upon closer examination he found that the food he had brought with him was gone. In its place was a covered plate and a bottle of cold beer. Curiosity got the better of him as he smelled the delicious aroma that seemed to permeate the air. Approaching cautiously he lifted the lid. What he saw there made his mouth water: prime rib and gravy, roasted potatoes and French cut green beans with toasted slivered almonds.
Jon caught a faint movement of shadow out of the corner of his eye. Before he had a chance to react however, the figure moved like lightning and he stood face to face with the infamous masked man. Only a handful of centimeters separated them.
Between the low lighting and the brim of the stranger’s hat his face was held in shadow, making his features indistinguishable. The mask he wore compounded the effect. What held Archer’s attention and kept him in place was the sheer hypnotic intensity of the stranger’s being. Dressed only in a towel and unable to reach the com panel to call for help, Jon was completely vulnerable, the captain felt like a small animal cornered by a cobra. He could die if he didn’t move but he could not look away.
Archer’s heart pounded as the stranger reached out with a gloved hand and caressed his cheek. He was sure it stopped altogether when the intruder closed the gap and pressed their lips together in a not so chaste kiss. Jon then felt it speed up to double time as he sighed and leaned into the kiss wanting more.
Malcolm felt the lips against his part, inviting him in. He took the invitation letting his tongue slip into the older man’s mouth. Jon moaned softly as his mouth was slowly and carefully mapped. For a brief moment the masked man was tempted to take things further but this was not the prize he sought. It was however something good to know just in case his plans did not turn out the way he hoped.
The stranger broke the kiss gently, placing the single rose next to the dinner he had brought. Quickly and quietly he backed away and out of the captain’s quarters. A stunned Jonathan Archer watched him retreat. Suddenly he understood the message that had just been delivered. If this mysterious man had this kind of access to the captain of the ship, he had access to everyone and everything. Despite the opportunity, he was no real threat to anyone. If he had any real intention to do so, he could have had Jonathan or even killed him before anyone was the wiser. Instead he had brought him a much-needed dinner and one of the most incredible kisses of his life.
Regaining his senses after a few moments, Jon looked around quickly for his best friend, wondering why he had not informed him of the intruder. After a brief scan of his quarters he found the little dog in his bed happily chewing on what appeared to be a bit of beef flavored raw hide. Jon smiled and scratched the small dog’s ears. “Looks like he got to you too, huh fella.”
Porthos just looked at him innocently with his big brown eyes while he continued to chew on his treat as if to say, “What else did you expect?”
A moment later Jon sat down himself to eat his much appreciated meal.