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Scalene	By : MistressEuclid Category: Star Trek > Enterprise Views: 5562 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Tucker sipped on his beer, looking out the window of his quarters on Jupiter Station and down at the storm that raged on the planet below. It wouldn't be long before they made the decision of who was going to captain Enterprise, and the storm seemed an apt metaphor. He'd left Archer at a cocktail party, schmoozing with the brass. The man didn't just want the captaincy; he felt like it was his by birthright thanks to his daddy's work on the engine. Too bad Robinson and Forrest had other notions. Yet, Archer was relentless in his ass-kissing-so persistent that his pretty girlfriend had been standing in the corner by herself, looking quite neglected.

Archer had already bragged to Tucker that he would be bringing the young Ensign Sato along on the mission, as both his translator and Captain's Woman. Two birds with one stone and all that. Tucker completely supported the plan. In the unlikely event that Archer did get the job, Sato's presence would mean that Archer wouldn't expect too many sexual favors from Tucker.

When Archer had first taken up with the girl, Tucker been amazed. He hadn't thought Archer capable of loving anyone but himself, despite their personal history. But when he and Archer were in bed, all Archer could talk about was how wonderful Hoshi was. How beautiful. How good-hearted and loyal. It was kind of sickening.

"So, I guess this means that you and I aren't--" he'd said, trying to hide the hope in his voice.

"Oh, we are," Archer had whispered in reply. "It's just I'll kill you if you tell her. She wouldn't understand."

Still, the more time Archer spent with Sato, the less he bothered Tucker, which was just fine.

Unfortunately for Archer, Tucker's money was on Forrest getting the assignment. As opposed to the weak-minded Archer or reckless Robinson, Forrest was tough, competent and had a reputation for being both ruthless and incorruptible. Finding all those qualities in an officer was exceptionally rare, and as the front runner for Chief Engineer, Tucker found himself looking forward to serving under the man. As long as Tucker kept the engines running, Forrest was the type that would leave him alone. That was a definite upside.

The chime rang, and Tucker wondered of Archer had given up on his quest, at least for the evening.

Instead, he opened the door to see the young Ensign Sato, wearing the midriff bearing Starfleet uniform she'd had on earlier.

"Lieutenant Tucker," she said, "May I come in?"

Tucker nodded as Hoshi sauntered in the room.

"Jonathan is still at the party," she said softly as she walked to the window.

"The price of command," he replied.

Hoshi turned around. "You've known him a long time-and I know how close you two are. Do you think he has a chance?"

Tucker smirked. She couldn't possibly know just how close, could she? Was she sharper than Archer gave her credit for?

"Because I've begun to think that unless Jonathan can fuck his way into the job, it's going to go to either Robinson or Forrest," she continued.

Tucker smiled, so much it hurt his scarred face. She crooked her finger and him, and he stepped close to her. Their eyes met.

"I can see you know exactly what I mean," she said as she put her arms around him and kissed him hard. Harder and hotter than he'd been kissed by a woman since his accident.

"He loves you," whispered Tucker through kisses.

"He loves himself," she replied, as her hand gripped his dick through his uniform.

Tucker groaned in response, his hands finding the zipper of her uniform. Very quickly, he pulled the top off her arms, baring her breasts. She continued to stroke him. "Your cock isn't scarred is it, Tucker? This doesn't hurt, does it?"

He shook his head as he began raining kisses down her neck before pushing her back against the window and pulling down her jumpsuit and panties. He helped her pull off her boots before standing up and staring into her eyes.

"Turn around and bend over, slut," he said. "Hands on the window."

She laughed as she obeyed him, and he unzipped his uniform, pulling it off his shoulders and then removing his shirt. He pushed his jumpsuit and Starfleet blues down to his knees, not bothering with anything else.

He ran his hand over her ass and gave her a hard smack. "He thinks you're all innocent. You have him fooled, don't you bitch?"

She nodded.

"But you wanna get fucked dirty, don't you? Like the slut that you are?"

"Yes," she replied with a giggle, spreading her legs wide for him.

He fingered her for a moment, and she was good and wet. Loving it. Tucker felt a pang of pity for Archer as he roughly pushed inside her. She groaned.

"You like that? You want it hard, slut?"

"Can you give it to me hard, freak?" she spat as she turned around, glaring at him.

He nodded.

"Then shut up and fuck," she breathed.

It was an order he was happy to follow.

* * *

Tucker opened his eyes, still savoring the memory of his long ago encounter with Sato. Now, T'Pol was getting to experience Sato, and he knew that whatever the crazy bitch's motives, she'd make it good for T'Pol.

He paced impatiently, the ache in his cock not allowing him to focus on his engineering reports. Eventually, the chime rang and T'Pol appeared in the doorway.

"You don't have to ring," he said. "You live here."

Her red uniform wasn't even wrinkled, and there wasn't a hair out of place. Her face was serene. If he hadn't known otherwise, he never would have guessed she'd spent the morning getting it on with Sato.

Tucker pulled her into a hug and began nuzzling her ear. "How was it?" He asked the question, even though he knew the answer. He had felt the answer.

She returned his embrace. "I am content to be back in your presence," she replied, "but the encounter was successful. I know her plans."

"Good," Tucker breathed into her hair. "We can talk about that later. I wanna know who got naked first..."

"We must act quickly," T'Pol insisted, trying to redirect his attention. "She intends to use this ship to unseat the Emperor."

Tucker groped for her breast as his other hand slid up her skirt. "More power to her," he murmured, not really listening. "So come on. Confess. She's a hell of a kisser, isn't she?"

"Mr. Tucker, I have had more sexual relations in the last seventy-two hours than I have had in the previous six decades. I do not require another encounter," she whispered, though she returned his kisses.

He grabbed the hem of her skirt and pulled the dress over her head and tossing it aside. His hands returned to her warm body and caressed her some more. "I require one. One that's as good-no, better than what she gave you."

His hand crept between her thighs and rubbed her through her underwear. She gasped. He pulled her close to him, pressing his hard dick against her.

"There is no need to feel competitive," she whispered, "You are my mate--"

He covered her mouth in a deep, long kiss before he responded, "I'm not competitive. I'm curious."

She looked at him. "Commander...Charles, I believe Sato to be unbalanced and a threat--"

He brought a finger up to her lips to silence her. "Baby, do me a favor and strip off the rest of those clothes and get on the bed," he said. "The sooner we fuck, the sooner you'll have my full attention."

He stepped back and pulled off his own shirt as he watched her obey him. Her bronzed skin practically glowed in the dim light of his cabin, highlighting every luscious curve.

Damn, he was never going to get sick of seeing her naked.

She crawled up on the bed and watched him remove the rest of his clothes before he walked toward her. "Turn around," he ordered, "on your knees."

For a moment it appeared as though she was about to argue, but she turned.

Tucker grinned to himself. "Bend over...ass in the air."

As T'Pol folded at the waist, he climbed onto the bed behind her. Caressing the curve of her backside, he whistled. "I'm afraid this probably won't take long at all, darlin'"

Tucker's fingers probed further. Though T'Pol was sufficiently wet, he felt the slightest flinch from her. "She hurt you?"

T'Pol inhaled deeply. "The device she used was...challenging."

Tucker felt himself blush. Of all the things she could have said, he hadn't expected that. He started moving his fingers very slowly. "I'll be real gentle, hon. Tell me if I hurt you."

His dick was so hard, it hurt him, but he positioned himself behind her and pushed in just a little bit, as carefully as he could. His chest constricted and felt almost dizzy, but he managed to hold back. "If I hurt you, say the word. I can get off another way. You know that," he whispered.

She sighed and relaxed beneath him. "It feels pleasurable. Proceed gently, and the encounter will be successful."

"I love it when you talk dirty," he gasped and playfully nipped at her ear. He practically wrapped himself around her as he slowly worked himself all the way inside her.

She moaned and caught her breath. "Charles, Sato's plans are deeply troubling--" she choked out before her voice trailed off as he began to thrust.

"And they'll still be troubling when we're done, baby," he managed to respond as the pressure began to build in his dick. He reached around and found her clit and began rubbing. She practically wilted in his arms, gasping and moaning at intervals.

Tucker could easily have stayed there forever, enjoying the the smell of her hair and the feel of the hot plain of her back against his chest as he moved. He had gotten so worked up over T'Pol's encounter with Hoshi, though, he knew he wasn't going to last much longer.

He felt her breath catch and quicken as he stroked her a little faster. "Ready, baby?"

She nodded. "Don't stop...please."

He worked his fingers faster and faster, until he felt her body contract around him as she screamed.

"That's good, baby", he gasped, feeling his balls tighten. "That's so good..." It took only a couple more strokes before he was grunting into her neck, spilling into her body as it still quaked.

Tucker sighed contentedly, resting his head against her shoulder and careful not to put his full weight on her. "I think you're gonna like being my mate."

"I have no doubt," T'Pol answered quietly.

Tucker heard an edge of distress in her voice. "What's the matter?"

T'Pol shifted beneath him, rolled onto her back to face him. "If Sato's plans come to fruition, this will no longer be possible."

Tucker grinned dubiously. "What are you talking about? I thought you said she just wants to rule the Empire?"

"She is a sociopath," T'Pol explained. "She will attempt to control every aspect of our lives...we would not be allowed to be together unless it amuses her. She intends to make me puppet governor of Vulcan, in addition to her concubine. You are to spend your time working on Defiant's engines. All of your time."

Tucker laughed. "Then isn't it lucky that the chances of her plans succeeding are--"

"Extremely likely," T'Pol interrupted. "She has the support of the MACOs."

Tucker was not convinced. "Still...she'd have to go though Archer first."

"Precisely."

Tucker felt his blood chill.

"She intends to assassinate Archer tonight during their sexual liaison. Mayweather is an accomplice, but she plans to kill him as well, once she no longer needs him."

Tucker's throat and chest constricted, and he was glad he was lying down or else he feared his knees would buckle. He didn't want to be a slave, and, despite everything, he didn't want Archer dead. He held T'Pol close and kissed the top of her head as her information sunk in.

"We've got to do something," he said.

She looked up at him, nodding. "I believe we can escape in the commotion after Archer's death. This ship's shuttles have warp--"

He squeezed her shoulders tightly. She didn't understand. "No...no. We've got to help Jon. We've got to rescue him," he replied.

She blinked, astonishment unchecked on her face. "I don't understand. Archer is is equally unbalanced. He's a tyrant and a deviant. He...uses you."

Her words stung. She really didn't understand. "We use each other, baby. That's how the world works. But there was a time...let's just say, he protected me more than once."

T'Pol stared back at him in silent disapproval.

"It's complicated," Tucker murmured. "I owe him."

His heart started to beat faster, and he thought he might have trouble breathing. T'Pol's fingers tickled his palm as she slipped her hand in his, and it was as though calm energy washed over him.

He looked into her eyes, knowing she was reading his mind somehow. Her face was serene, sympathetic. She nodded at him, and he suddenly felt hopeful.
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