Title: Centerfold
Author: Silver Rayne
Email: silver@intrinsic.8k.com
Codes: Sisko/Bashir Series: DS9
Rating: NC-17
Summary: This is my response to Cait's challenge. Captain
Sisko has an 'interesting' taste in reading material and
while he is looking up pictures of naked men, he stumbles
upon a very familiar looking doctor in one of the shots.
Disclaimer: Captain Sisko and the concepts of DS9 belong
to Paramount/Viacom but Julian Bashir belongs to Captain
Sisko – therefore also making him the property of the
almighty P/V. ^_^
Copyright December 2001
~*~*~*~
At 0130 hours when the regular shift had retired for the
night, Captain Benjamin Sisko sat alone in his office. He
activated the privacy lock on the transparent door leading
to Op so that he would not be disturbed. There were only
two other officers monitoring things outside that door; he
was practically alone.
Taking a moment to gather his thoughts, Sisko leaned in
towards his view screen; an anxious grin showed his
reflection as mischievous and wickedly evil.
"Computer. Bring up the menu for Captain's choice." The
screen flickered on, showing a long list of hidden files
descending according to date and subject. "Go to
subsection five - Babes of the Alpha Quadrant. Most recent
entries."
Slowly, a set of pictures popped up on the screen in rows
of four with three columns. Sisko frowned in
disappointment, glancing from one dull picture to the
next.
"Computer. All of these men are nasty looking!" He
complained.
"Your command was not understood. Please rephrase."
Sisko rolled his eyes at the limited comprehension of Deep
Space Nine's Cardassian-born computer system. "Computer.
Sort these entries based on height, weight and age." He
eagerly rubbed his hands together. "I'm in the mood for
something tall and thin… the younger the better."
"Please enter specifications."
Once again, Sisko could not believe that he had to ask for
what he wanted – outright. It was plain embarrassing.
"Display all males ages twenty to thirty, under one-
hundred and sixty pounds, and taller than five-feet eight
inches."
The display changed for tinier thumbnails to fit more than
a hundred men on the screen. This was becoming ridiculous!
What could he ask next that would further limit his
options? He had better come up with something soon because
the unbearable ache in his groin was demanding some
attention. If he had only saved his last search… But then
Major Kira might have accidentally stumbled upon it and
that wouldn't exactly maintain her level of respect for him.
"Computer. Eliminate all non-humanoids. Remove all
Vulcans." Unemotional drones just weren't his 'thing'.
"Get rid of anyone with any hair color other than brown."
There! Right in the middle of last month's centerfold;
that was him. Sisko's hand slid down between his legs to
begin massaging as he enjoyed the sight before him. He
couldn't quite make out all the details from such a small
thumbnail but he loved the suspense. It built up the
tension.
The slender young man lay draped across a woven rug by a
fully exposed pond, either on Risa or a perfectly recreated
Risa inside a holodeck or holosuite. His flesh was
absolutely flawless, basking under a scorching hot sun –
golden honeyed torso dripping with moisture. The tips of
his toes hung into the pond, his long sculptured legs
crossed at the ankles. A mess of lightly curled brown hair
spilled across his forehead, also damp from a recent swim.
Sisko leaned in further, stroking his painfully hard
erection, breathing in short gasps. He should have
directly asked the computer to find an exotic beauty
because that was exactly what this man was. Scrolling down
a little, Sisko admired the darker curls that teasingly led
down to the young man's glistening cock, semi-erect in the
sunshine.
"Computer. Enhance image! Full replay!" His throat felt
dry and constricted and this reaction tripled when the
computer complied. "What the hell?!!" Sisko jumped away
from the screen as if he had been burnt, hand falling away
from his displeased organ. At full size, the moving figure
could not be mistaken for anyone other than Doctor Julian
Bashir. A pair of drowsy, hazel eyes looked up at him
through fluttering eyelashes; eyelashes so long and thick
that Sisko could think of no other purpose for them other
than seduction. The doctor's lips were slightly parted as
he kicked his feet in and out of the water, splashing
droplets onto the video camera that had taped him doing so.
"Of all the…!!!"
This was worse than insubordination! Worse than any
possible offense that Sisko could come up with. Julian
Bashir had gone behind his back and posed nude for a sleazy
calendar that countless perverted Starfleet captains
delighted in at all hours of the night. His Julian. Maybe
the young doctor didn't realize it yet but he belonged to
Sisko in body and soul. He had just been waiting for the
right time to approach his beautiful doctor, continuously
forgetting the urge whenever a new calendar shot was
released. But now…
"Computer. Locate Doctor Bashir."
"Doctor Bashir is in his quarters."
Sisko would teach that little tease a lesson. Once he
dealt Julian a swift punishment, the innocent doctor would
not dare succumb to the lure of latinum again. Assuming
that Julian had done it for latinum.
Sisko angrily tapped his comm. badge. "Sisko to Doctor
Bashir."
Three minutes passed before Julian responded. "Hmm…
Bashir…here." He yawned before muting the connection.
"Doctor, I want you in my office. NOW!"
"Ah… Sir? Uh… yes Sir! Right away!"
"Wait!" Sisko could hear the timid acquiescence in
Julian's softly accented voice. Maybe this was the
opportunity that he had been longing for. "On second
thought, report to my quarters."
"Okay," Julian agreed reluctantly.
"And don't bother changing. If you're not there in two
minutes…"
"I will be, Captain. I promise." Now Julian sounded like
he was about to cry so Sisko cut the connection.
Hurrying out of Ops, Sisko was oblivious to the odd looks
he received from those two on-duty officers that stared
straight at the bulge in his pants.
**
When Sisko reached his quarters, he found Julian already
there and frantically pushing the door chime. As soon as
the younger man noticed his captain approaching, he
retreated from the door.
"Captain, I thought that you were…"
"I just came from Ops," he explained. With unsteady
hands, Sisko accessed his quarters and ushered Julian
inside. The young doctor looked so sweet in his blue
flannel pajamas, hair askew and sleepy eyes bigger than
ever. That was exactly how Sisko wanted him. "Have a
seat."
Julian curled up into the closest chair, puffing a cushion
up behind his back.
"Tarkalean tea?"
"Oh, yes please!"
Sisko guessed that Julian would have accepted anything
from him right now – although Tarkalean tea was the young
man's favorite beverage – anything to ease his unsteady
nerves. He was probably wondering why he had been summoned
so abruptly at this hour of the night. What could sweet,
innocent Julian have possibly done wrong?
Sisko ordered up one Tarkalean tea - extra sweet - and one
Raktajino coffee from the replicator. He sat on the
opposite sofa, patting down the seat beside him. "Come and
sit here."
"But…"
"That's an order, Doctor!"
"Yes sir!" Julian quickly switched seats, accepting the
hot tea from his commanding officer. "What did you want to
see me about, Captain? It sounded pretty urgent."
"It is urgent, Lieutenant." He tapped on the view screen
situated on top of his coffee table, bringing up the file
that he had retrieved earlier. "I was scanning through our
calendar database… to plan next month's agenda when I found
this as last month's centerfold. Care to explain?"
Julian made a startled sound, blushing a distinct shade of
red as he recognized the pose. "Captain – Sir – this
isn't… I mean it is… but it isn't what you think…"
Sisko took the mug of tea from Julian's quivering hands,
lest the ruffled doctor burn himself with the contents.
"If you're so sure of what it isn't, then tell me what it
is!"
"Admiral Yerin… he came to me and… well, I said 'no'… but
he still…" Julian stammered, nervously avoiding Sisko's
intense gaze. As naïve as Julian happened to be, he was
far more intelligent than Sisko gave him credit for. He
couldn't justify what he had done but neither would he
allow his commanding officer to gain the upper hand.
"Captain, you say that you were looking to use a new
calendar but that doesn't explain your subscription to
Captain's choice. I may not be privileged to level five
security information but I do know that you must have a
special code to access this database. A code only granted
to captains that pay their yearly subscription fees to fund
this calendar."
"Doctor…" Warned Sisko in a dangerous tone.
However, Julian wasn't in the mood for obeying misguided
threats. "You called me here, in the middle of the night,
to reprimand my behavior – Sir?" He added this as an
afterthought, not wishing to piss Sisko off too much. "I
fail to understand why you're upset with this" he made a
wild gesture at the stilled picture on-screen, "harmless
picture when you no doubt went browsing through them with
the full intention of seeing male nudity."
Sisko smiled, a fake expression covering up a tidal wave
of fury. "Harmless? You think that this is harmless?" He
grabbed hold of Julian's arm and flung him backwards onto
the sofa. The younger man lay there, stunned, allowing
Sisko to climb atop him. The older man pinned Julian down
by his thin wrists, straddling his slim waist with minimal
force. After all, he had no intention of hurting Julian.
"How many captains do you think subscribe to this?"
"I… I don't know."
"Have you forgotten that you're speaking to your
commanding officer?!!"
"I don't know – Sir!" Julian corrected himself, trembling
in Sisko's grasp.
"Well, let me tell you. There are at least a hundred
captains that have already renewed their membership months
in advance for next year's weekly subscription to Captain's
choice. And only captains need to register and pay a hefty
price for these yearly memberships. Did you know that
admirals join up anonymously to enjoy it for free? No, you
didn't, did you!?! Can you even guess how many people may
have seen your naked ass or forwarded the picture to a
friend!?!" This was not a question.
"Captain, if you'll just let me explain…"
"Go right ahead."
That invitation sounded too solicitous for Julian's
fragile state of mind but he proceeded anyway. "Admiral
Yerin said that Starfleet needed a reprieve from the
Dominion war; he told me that the captains wanted more
'recreational' material. When he described what was
involved… I refused of course but he insisted. He told me
that it was my duty to serve Starfleet, therefore ordering
me to send in an application for the calendar. I honestly
didn't think that I'd be considered." Julian shyly lowered
his gaze from Sisko. "Even now, I wonder why they picked
me."
"Julian," Sisko spoke gently, disregarding all protocol to
address the young doctor as an equal and not a faceless
robot to direct as he pleased. "Why did you think that
they wouldn't pick you?"
"Because… I look funny."
"Funny? You're going to have to elaborate on that."
"My ears, Sir. I think that they're rather strange."
Sisko just stared blankly, not able to see what was wrong
with Julian's ears.
"And I am somewhat on the thin side. One of my professors
used to compare me to a rake – whatever that is."
"Go on."
"Even Admiral Yerin referred to me as 'girlish'." Julian
mused over this one for a moment. "Although, his tone
didn't sound particularly condescending when he said it."
"I'd imagine it didn't."
"To top it all off, I had no idea that I would be stripped
naked and stuck inside of a holosuite for three hours doing
nothing but posing. It was blatant pornography, Captain.
I tried to get out of it afterwards but I had apparently
signed away my rights on that application. Admiral Yerin's
ethical orientation is highly questionable."
"I completely agree with you." Sisko released one of
Julian's wrists to absently trace the young man's earlobe
with his index finger. "You know, Julian, I think that
your ears are enticingly cute."
"Cute?"
"Indeed." He locked his gaze with Julian's, admiring the
big expressive eyes that reminded him of shifting sand in a
pale green sea. "And you're right, I am just as bad as
those other captains. I searched that database for anyone
with your precise stats. Tall, thin… beautiful." Sisko
sighed, lightly brushing his lips over Julian's. His young
calendar model blushed but did not retreat. Moving down to
Julian's neck, he breathed heavily into the left ear that
he had begun to play with. "You're not acting very
surprised, Lieutenant."
Julian shivered, biting his lower lip to prevent himself
from gasping aloud. "Captain, is this a good time to be
truthful with you?"
"Call me Ben, my sweet little pinup." He laughed, a low
rumbling in his chest.
"Ben." Julian coyly pulled back, taunting Sisko with the
new distance between them. "A higher rank doesn't
necessarily mean more privileges. Regular officers have
their own outlet for sexual frustration."
Sisko tenderly nuzzled Julian's throat, nipping down to
his collarbone. "So you say."
"Have you ever heard of Captain's Exposure?"
"Nope. What's that?" Another nip and Julian began to
whimper.
"Lower ranking officers… they get to… ah… watch…" Julian
moaned when Sisko playfully bit down on a sensitive spot at
his shoulder, beginning to suck there. "It's live action…
ohhh… Ben…" He really started to squirm at the increased
pressure, until Sisko stopped – distracted.
"What live action?"
"Admiral Yerin has hidden cameras installed in every
captain's quarters and sometimes even their offices too.
He told me not to tell." Divulging secretive information
while being seduced apparently did not bother Julian. "I
knew that you were looking up these sorts of things. I
was… watching." And so the tables were turned.
Sisko considered this revelation, but not for long.
"Computer. Deactivate all electronic equipment in this
room."
"Electronic equipment has been deactivated."
"Anything else, Julian?"
"I don't think so."
"Good. Now shut up and undo my pants."
Julian set to work relieving Sisko of his confining
uniform, tugging the zipper down to the older man's waist.
He shyly moved his hands over Sisko's smooth dark skin,
delighting in the hard muscles of his captain's chest and
arms. Trailing his fingers lightly down to Sisko's
stomach, Julian wasted no time in getting more intimately
acquainted with his commanding officer. Awkwardly at
first, he pushed his hand into the strained lower portion
of Sisko's outfit, feeling raw steel awaiting him.
Exercising his power over Julian had aroused Sisko more
quickly than any physical touch could have. The man was
about ready to explode.
"Julian, you're so arrogant," Sisko chuckled, amusing
himself with Julian's eagerness yet lack of confidence.
"You thought that I wanted you all along."
The young doctor looked up, his fingers wrapping loosely
around Sisko's thick shaft, beginning to stroke him.
"Didn't you?"
"That isn't the point. You think very highly of yourself."
"Not really, Ben. You were the one who inspired Admiral
Yerin to take pictures of me. He said that you wanted to
make me perform a lap dance for you on your birthday. In
fact, he also said that if you did manage to convince me,
you'd owe him a really big favor."
"The things that I say when I'm drunk," Ben muttered.
"Admiral Yerin also said --."
"I think that I've heard enough about old Yerin." Sisko
crushed his body onto Julian's, exploring the doctor's
sweet mouth with a bruising kiss. Slipping his tongue
between Julian's teeth to glide over his inactive
counterpart. His young lover responded at a casual pace,
sensuously writhing under Sisko. The hand that had been
manipulating Sisko disappeared as Julian raised his hips to
begin grinding his own erection into his captain's.
Still kissing Julian, determined to continue until his
lover became light-headed, Sisko impatiently fumbled with
the buttons to Julian's pajamas. He settled for tugging
them apart, watching the buttons pop off under his
strength. Julian pulled away for air, gasping and moaning
softly. Sisko took advantage of the young man's
helplessness, lifting Julian's hips off of the sofa to
easily maneuver the pajama pants down his long legs. After
his own uniform lay in shambles on the floor, Sisko eased
his body over Julian's.
"Oh god!" Julian moaned, eyes widening at the sensation
of Sisko's rigid cock rubbing into him. He looked down to
see that the plump head had turned a darker color, the
veins flooded with blood. At the very tip, a clear liquid
trickled out and down its length.
Sisko kissed Julian again, moving back to lounge on the
other side of the sofa, his legs spread, appealing to the
doctor's innate hunger. "Would you care for a taste,
Julian?"
The big hazel eyes sparkled lustfully as Julian crawled
between Sisko's legs, holding onto his thighs, and dove in.
His clever tongue licked at the salty precum, curiously at
first, eventually turning into a thirst for more. Sisko
tasted so good. Julian lapped at the swollen head,
ignoring Sisko's quiet grunts of approval or lewd
encouraging remarks. He traced his tongue down to the
base, scraping his teeth over the heavy balls there, then
back up again. Finally, Julian opened his mouth and
engulfed Sisko's impressive cock in a wet haven. He began
to suck.
"Good, Julian. Sooo good," Sisko praised, sifting his
fingers through Julian's curled hair, grasping it tightly
to urge his lover onwards. "Suck me! Harder! Take it all
in!" He thrust into Julian's mouth, nearly knocking his
lover off of the sofa. The hands on Sisko's thighs turned
into claws, digging into flesh, attempting to push away.
But Sisko thrust again, sighing as his flimsy control
escaped him. He came, filling Julian's mouth with his
seed. "Drink it," he urged his lover, recognizing
uncertainty in those beautiful eyes. "Swallow it all."
Julian did his best, choking a little when the creamy fluid
escaped his lips. Sisko took no offense, pulling Julian up
for another passionate kiss. "Have you done this before?"
he asked.
"No. Did I do something wrong?"
"You couldn't have done it better," the captain reassured
him. Reversing their positions, Sisko trapped Julian
against the headrest. He slowly brushed his lips down
Julian's neck, kissing and sucking, enjoying the little
tremors that his caresses produced. And Julian seemed to
approve as well, whimpering helplessly at the feel of
Sisko's large, dark hands mapping over his body, followed
by a hot sandpaper tongue. Sisko rubbed one of Julian's
rosy brown nipples with his thumb, pinching it when his
lover moaned. It hardened under the attention, further
sensitized by the soft flick of Sisko's tongue.
"Ahhh! Captain – Ben… please…" Julian cried out, arching
into the moist licking that Sisko applied to the sweet bud.
His pleas were rewarded with gentle love bites and firmer
licks, soon moving the attention to the dry nipple,
treating it in the same fashion.
Sisko sank lower on the sofa, moving down Julian's body
with tender caresses and feathery kisses. He felt the
evidence of Julian's hard arousal pressing against his bent
arm so he reached down to tenderly stroke it. Even when
Julian cried out "harder" and "faster", Sisko proceeded at
a leisurely pace. The young doctor was not the only one
who knew how to tease.
Eventually, Sisko grew bored of watching Julian squirm,
satisfying his need for action by sliding his hand down the
slim erection to clamp firmly at the base, and moving down
on him. He swirled his tongue around the moist head,
licking at it before enveloping Julian's cock in his hot,
wet mouth.
"Oh yes! Yes… please… yes!" Julian chanted, throwing his
head back to vocalize his urgency, clamping both legs at
the sides of Sisko's face, holding him there.
But Sisko would not let Julian take control. He stilled
Julian's frantic gyrations by grasping the younger man by
his hips, therefore slowing the speed. Although Julian
moaned in frustration, his excitement built further at the
suspense of drawing this out longer. Sisko certainly was
good at whatever he put his mind to and he was obviously
putting forth his best effort in this task. As the heat
and friction of Sisko's firm lips squeezing him nearly
drove Julian over the edge, he barely had time to adjust to
a new sensation.
"Ben!"
At the sound of his name being shouted out, Sisko glanced
up to find Julian's face constricted from the pleasurable
feelings, his eyes tightly shut, and moaning as the rhythm
increased yet again. He sucked harder, tracing between
Julian's legs with one oiled finger that he had dipped into
a lubricant that had been hidden behind one of the
cushions. With a little push, he slid his finger into
Julian and was rewarded with a hoarse cry and the sudden
jerking of his lover's hips. Julian came abruptly and
Sisko swallowed all he had to offer, licking him clean
afterwards.
"Mmm, if I'd know you tasted this good…" He let that
thought trail off to continue prodding Julian with his
fingers, adding another when his lover's slender legs
opened wider.
"Come on, Ben. Captain. Just fuck me!" Julian pleaded.
"I need to feel you inside me… fuck me!"
Sisko stuffed a cushion underneath Julian's lower back and
lifted the younger man's legs over his shoulders, allowing
for the best access. "You like acting rebellious to your
superiors, don't you Julian?" He rubbed his cock against
Julian's opening, taking the time to cover his flesh and
the surrounding area of Julian's cleft with the scented oil
that he had replicated in his office. It hadn't taken long
for him to get hard again and he doubted that making love
to Julian would satiate his cravings much. In fact, Sisko
looked forward to taking advantage of the young doctor
several times in the next hour to appease his overactive
sex drive. "What's it going to be next, Doctor? A naked
photo shoot in the Infirmary with one of your patients?"
"Oh no, Captain. I'd never do that. I have you now."
Sisko pushed down, penetrating Julian in a long searing
stroke. He smiled triumphantly when his lover purred
contentment, rising up to meet him halfway. "Don't get
confused, Lieutenant. This is your punishment for
misbehaving. If you were a good little doctor, we wouldn't
be having this discussion."
Julian gasped aloud when Sisko thrust powerfully into him
and withdrew a little to repeat the movement, harder and
faster to match his shouts. "I'll never be good again!"
Julian promised, hoping that his innocent mistakes would
get noticed more often. If this was punishment, he was one
lucky offender. "Harder! Oh, please… harder!"
Sisko was more than happy to comply, pumping faster and
harder into Julian, hitting a spot inside of his lover that
caused Julian to scream. Whatever he had rubbed against
was the source of Julian's intense reaction for his lover
had hardened instinctively. Sisko plunged in again,
stroking that place inside of Julian that brought him to a
state of ecstasy. On the fourth contact, Julian shuddered
as another orgasm overtook him, his inner muscles clenching
and massaging Sisko's cock. Sisko groaned, pulling Julian
up by his buttocks to bury himself in as deep as he could
go before filling Julian with his essence.
Spent and exhausted, Julian collapsed onto the sofa in a
twisted pile of limbs with Sisko on top, hugging and
kissing him. They were both very hot and sweaty but
neither could have been happier.
"Julian, about that photo."
"Yes?"
Searching behind himself for a data padd, he presented it
to Julian along with a stylus pen. "Can you please
autograph it for me?"
The flattery was too much for Julian, added to Sisko's hot
and sweaty body trapping his own into the cushions. He
couldn't refuse under any conditions, especially not if he
wanted to be invited/ordered back for another reprimand.
"I would be honored, Captain." Julian signed it and was
hauled up for another wet kiss.
"You do know that I'm going to use this for blackmail,
don't you? If you don't do as I tell you to, this
personalized photo just might find its way into the duty
roster. Think of what Odo or Major Kira might say. You'd
better come back here tomorrow night to discuss this matter
with me."
"I'll wear my best pajamas," Julian vowed.
"You're a fine officer, Julian."
"I would do anything to serve you, Ben."
- The End. -