by Quoth

Data strode purposefully towards his quarters, humming cheerfully under his
breath in anticipation. [It will be very good,] he mused, [to spend some
time together again.] Due to the scheduling of the duty roster, in the last
month he and his longtime lover had been working alternate twelve hour
shifts, instead of their normal simultaneous eight hour shifts. They had
barely even *seen* each other, much less anything else. Today, for the first
time in almost five weeks, they would be able to spend some time together,
first in Ten-Forward, then later in their quarters.

And since it was nearing the Terran holiday known as "Valentine's Day", he
had something special planned for that later...

Entering his quarters, he saw his lover sitting at the computer console
staring boredly at something on the screen. He came up from behind with
silent catlike grace and slipped his arms around him, cradling the human's
warm body in his arms while kissing him gently on the cheek.

Geordi turned and his face broke into its wide, easy smile. "Hey," he said
happily. "Where have you been? You're late."

"I am sorry. The captain asked for a last minute diagnostic on all the
sensors," Data apologised.

"A likely story," chided Geordi teasingly, struggling to keep his mock
disapproval from dissolving into chuckles at Data's penitent expression.
"For that, mister, you owe me some quality time as an apology. And it better
be good," he added, letting his amusement show.

Data smiled. "I believe I can organise that, Commander LaForge, sir!" A hint
of mischief danced in his golden eyes.

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Ten-Forward was busy tonight, Data noted as the doors slid open to admit
them to the social heart of the ship. Guinan was occupied with those people
who were sitting at the bar, while the waiting staff were scurrying back and
forth between the tables and the replicators. Many off-duty couples had
apparently come here tonight to honour the long-lasting Earth tradition of
celebrating love and romance. Of course, the actual day was not until
tomorrow, but it was the symbolism that counted in this case.

They ordered their food and waited patiently for it to arrive, making small
talk about the state of the warp engines, the similarities between the
current nebula they were studying compared to several others, and the
favourable effect the new crew roster had on general crew morale. Theirs had
not been the only relationship made difficult by the scheduling.

When their food arrived, Geordi began to eat, obviously enjoying his meal.
Data ate little. He did not need to eat in any case, and he found it much
more interesting to keep a speculative eye on Geordi. The android
unsuccessfully tried to repress a small smile when Geordi began glancing up
from his food at him every few seconds, then, seeing Data's calm, thoughtful
gaze on him, quickly shifting his attention back to his plate. He had Geordi
uncertain of what was going to happen, and that was the beginning of the
games he intended to play tonight.

Geordi, for his part, had a pretty good idea of what it was Data was trying
to do. It was clear his lover was letting him know he had something very
definite in mind, and it was equally clear that Geordi would not get to find
out what it was until later. [Okay, Data,] he thought. [We'll play it your
way for now.]

When he had finished his meal, Geordi stood to leave, and was surprised when
Data showed no intention of leaving. Gesturing to gain the attention of a
passing waiter, Data calmly ordered two drinks and stayed seated as if he
didn't have a care in the world. Geordi sat back down again, sighing
inwardly. Data would not so much as vacate his seat until he was ready, that
much was for sure.

The drinks arrived, and Data politely thanked the waiter before taking a
nonchalant sip from his glass. Geordi groaned inwardly. If Data's plan was
to put him through the wringer with anticipation, it was working. Still,
determined not to let Data see how well he was succeeding, he hid his
impatience with difficulty and took a carefully measured sip of his own
drink.

Ten-Forward started to become distinctly less crowded as couples eventually
began to drift away, but the android and the engineer remained there for
some time, locked in an invisible battle of wills while their drinks slowly
disappeared, again talking carelessly over unimportant things. Each of them
wanted the other badly, but neither was willing to break just yet. Two pairs
of eyes met, amber challenging blue. Finally, however, Data appeared to
yield. Draining his drink, he set his empty glass down on the table and
offered a silent hand to his lover. Grinning triumphantly, Geordi quickly
finished his own drink and they exited silently.

******************************************

As the door hissed shut behind them in their quarters, Geordi slid his arms
around Data's waist and drew him close. To his surprise, however, the
android pushed him away, shaking his head. He bent down slightly, and Geordi
felt the heat on his ear as Data whispered.

"Go into the bedroom and take your clothes off. I will be there shortly."

Intrigued at this turn of events, Geordi obeyed as he heard Data softly
murmuring instructions to the computer. He didn't know what exactly it was
that Data had in mind, but he knew that he very much wanted to find out.

Removing his shoes and socks, he shoved his shoes into the cupboard and the
socks into the cleaning replicator. It was no good trying to get away with
leaving things all over the place with Data around-- he had learned the hard
way that Data and mess did not co-exist well, or at all for that matter.

He noticed that the illumination level in the room had dimmed to a softer
feel, and that a strange scent was diffusing through the cabin. He stopped
for a moment, inhaling slowly. It wasn't anything he was familiar with. It
wasn't unpleasant, though, so he shrugged and began to strip his clothes
off. Bare-chested, he shoved the top half of his uniform into the
replicator, and pondered just what it was Data had in mind as he removed his
trousers and underwear. One thing was for sure, with Data, it wouldn't be
anything dull.

Naked, he stood near the replicator, facing the bed and waited impatiently,
but Data did not appear. After a few moments, he became restless. "Data?" he
called out. "Hey, where are you?"

He started in surprise when two arms suddenly embraced him from behind, one
slim hand clutching a small, delicate bottle, the other a few lengths of
some diaphanous material. "Right here." Data drew back to arms length and
allowed Geordi to turn towards him. "You look much better," Data said
appreciatively. "Before, you were definitely... overdressed."

"And what about you?" countered Geordi, noticing that although Data was now
barefoot, he was otherwise fully dressed in his uniform.

"There will be time for that later," Data said firmly. "Now lie face down on
the bed."

Geordi did so, first stealing a quick kiss. Data opened the small bottle and
poured a little liquid into his cupped palm. Catching the strange scent
again, Geordi realised it was emanating from whatever was in that crystal
bottle. Placing the open bottle on the bedside table, next to the material,
Data leaned over and smoothed the oil into the dark skin of Geordi's
shoulders and back, and then slowly began to massage it in.

"Mmmmmph," Geordi mumbled in pleasure as Data's fingers worked their magic
on the muscles of his upper back. His skin felt strange though, almost as if
it was-- tingling?

"Data, what is that stuff?"

"Shhh. Just flavoured massage oil," Data whispered reassuringly.

"Nice." Geordi closed his eyes and savoured the feel of Data's elegant hands
coaxing his muscles to relax. He began to feel even better when Data's hands
roamed to his lower back. Soon, he found himself pushing his hips down onto
the bed to gently rub his growing erection against the sheets, warm from his
body. Eventually, Data stopped for a moment, and Geordi turned his head to
see why. He smiled as he saw Data slowly strip his uniform top off,
revealing his smooth, slim golden torso. Pouring more oil into his hand, he
stroked his hands together to spread the oil on both. Every move he made was
slow and graceful, calculated to seduce his lover. Geordi sighed again in
pleasure when Data sat at the foot of the bed and began to slide one hand up
and down each calf, his fingers dancing sensually.

Only after he was certain that all the knots of tension had been released
did he move higher up, working on the human's thighs. He straddled Geordi's
lower legs, occasionally allowing his hands to roam higher to the buttocks,
cupping them hotly and massaging them. Geordi moaned softly and lifted his
hips slightly, but Data ignored the unspoken plea and slid his hands back
down to the thighs. He stroked the inner thigh gently, and was rewarded with
a soft sound of pleasure.

He leaned over, placing his hands on the bed next to his lover's glistening
shoulders to steady himself, and whispered hotly in Geordi's ear. "Turn
over."

Geordi immediately complied, flipping his body over under Data's. Data, for
his part, leaned over to put yet more oil onto his hands. Geordi stared
lustily at the golden chest just above his face, wanting to lick it, kiss
it... but Data was not allowing that just yet.

Data spread the massage oil gently over his lover's chest, teasing his fingers 
through the sparse covering of hair there. He used his index fingers to
lightly stroke the oil onto the dark brown nipples, one on each. Sliding his
fingers around the nipples slowly, so slowly... Geordi moaned aloud, but
Data continued to work at the maddeningly slow pace as if nothing had
happened. Bending his head, he allowed his tongue to lightly brush one
nipple, but quickly moved his head out of range when Geordi tried to push
his chest upwards against the hot tongue. Geordi moaned again and lifted his
arms to pull Data back down to him, but opened his eyes wide with shock when
Data caught his wrists in a grip of velvet titanium.

"Not yet, Geordi, soon," he whispered gently as he pushed the human's arms
gently but inexorably to his sides. "Now keep your hands down, or..." He
lifted the lengths of material and laid them gently on Geordi's chest. The
ends drifted slowly to the bed as Data resumed his actions, his arousal
clearly visible in his uniform trousers, his hips barely centimetres above
Geordi's. The human bit his lip with the self-control required not to catch
hold of his lover and hold him close, and despite his efforts, he could not
keep his hips from lifting, trying to touch Data.

In response, Data slid away, down to Geordi's legs. If he heard the stifled
moan of disappointment, he gave no sign. Working his way tortuously up
Geordi's shins and thighs, he finally reached his hips and slid his hands
around the dark flanks, lightly trailing his slender finger down the pelvic
bone, touching the inner thigh with maddening strokes. Geordi moaned with
arousal and lifted his hips. He was so hard it almost hurt.

But Data studiously avoided touching Geordi's erection, allowing his hands
to roam everywhere but where the engineer wanted his touch the most.

"Data, please!" Geordi begged, but to no avail. In frustration, his hands
moved of their own accord to relieve the aching demands of his cock. Before
they could reach it, his wrists were once again trapped in Data's
unbreakable grasp.

"No, Geordi. If you cannot restrain yourself, then I must do it for you."
And Data proceeded to firmly tie Geordi's wrists to the bedstead with the
lengths of material he had replicated. The material appeared wispy and
fragile, but it was surprisingly strong, and Geordi found that he could not
break it no matter how hard he tugged.

[He knew this would happen,] the engineer suddenly realised through the mist
of arousal fogging his mind, [he was deliberately trying to get me to lose
control. He was tormenting me on purpose.]

Data looked at the restrained human for a moment, then kissed him suddenly
and deeply. Geordi responded ardently to the kiss, wanting more... But Data
broke off the kiss as suddenly as he had initiated it, and slowly slid off
the bed, listening to Geordi's moan of dismay. His gaze never leaving
Geordi, he moved with slow, graceful steps backward to the other side of the
room. The human could only watch helplessly as his lover leaned against the
far wall, barefoot, barechested and beautiful in the dim light. And he
waited, patiently.

"Data! What are you doing?" cried Geordi in desperation. Now what? Data had
already tormented him to near distraction.

"I am waiting," came the implacable reply.

"For what?" gasped Geordi.

"For you to tell me what you want."

"What?" Geordi managed to ask in stunned disbelief. "I-- I want you to come
back over here and untie me!"

"No, Geordi." And Geordi could almost *feel* the hot breath on his skin as
Data leaned slightly forward to lock his eyes with Geordi's, whispering
across the room, his back and thighs still pressed against the wall. "I want
you to tell me what you want to do."

Keeping his gaze on Geordi's blue eyes and dark, beautiful face, his slender
hands slowly slid up and down his chest, finally reaching his golden
nipples. Gently, he began to squeeze and stroke them, deliberately moaning
out loud, softly. He smiled as his lover's hips bucked involuntarily. "Is
this what you want to do to me, Geordi? Is this what you want to make me
feel?"

Geordi's chest was heaving with his efforts to catch his breath. He wanted
Data so badly he could taste him, but Data was making him wait. Whatever had
prompted him to try this, Geordi didn't know, but it was an exquisite form
of torture.

"Or is it something else you want?" Data continued as he lowered his hands
to stroke the hard bulge trapped inside his pants, leaving his chest
glistening with the oil from his hands. "Do you wish to make me pay for
this? Do you want to throw me naked across your lap and spank me for teasing
you in this manner?"

Geordi groaned at the all-too-vivid image that brought into his mind. [Oh,
Data, do I ever...] He was sure he'd go crazy if this went on much longer.

Slowly, so slowly, Data removed the rest of his clothing, freeing his
erection from the Starfleet-issue trousers and underpants. Stepping out of
them as if they were of no matter whatsoever, he studied Geordi, who was
devouring the sight of the android's golden cock with a fiercely intense,
hungry desire. He paused for maximum effect, then inched his hands down
until he was finally touching his erection. He began to caress himself,
throwing his head back, moaning at a carefully calculated volume. A choked
cry emerged from Geordi's throat as he did so, and the engineer's hips
started to jerk helplessly, no longer under his control.

"Or is it this that you want to do, Geordi?" Data whispered in between his
deliberate gasps. "Do you want to touch me, stroke me, send me crazy for
it?"

"Yes, damn you! Yes!" Geordi cried out, agonising desire driving the words
out of him. Instantly, Data stopped and came quickly towards the bed. Geordi
gasped in relief at the thought that this torture of pleasure would finally
end, but he soon discovered he was wrong. Data did not untie him, but simply
sat next to him on the bed, staring speculatively at the chocolate brown
shaft of Geordi's erection. Slowly, he edged his hand toward it, jerking his
hand away at the last moment. Ignoring the cry of despair from his lover, he
slipped his hand back, this time taking a gentle grip on the shaft and
beginning to stroke.

"Unnnnnnhh," gasped Geordi in relief as he started to thrust desperately
into Data's fist. But Data opened his hand, thwarting Geordi's aim, and
turned away. Geordi lay paralysed with shock, unable to believe Data was
tormenting him like this again, then relaxed as his lover turned back, his
hands moistened with a few drops of the edible massage oil. Gently smoothing
his hands over Geordi's cock, Data smiled at the look on his lover's face.
There was no question that Geordi was thinking about nothing else but what
he was doing.

Bending over slowly, he started to lick and nibble carefully at Geordi's
erect penis, smiling at the almost-scream of relief that came from the
engineer. Geordi's hips bucked wildly as he started to moan, "Oh, Data, in
your mouth, please," but Data ignored his plea and kept licking up the
shaft, putting as much pressure in each lick as he thought was safe. He
slipped his hand between Geordi's legs to play enticingly with the tightened
sac he found there.

Geordi was now writhing madly in his bonds, sobs of desire mixed with
despair choking in his throat. Data decided it would be a good idea to stop
teasing him now. Besides, he too was strongly aroused, and did not wish to
continue controlling himself so firmly any longer.

Lifting his head, he leaned over and untied one of Geordi's wrists. In an
instant, that arm was around him, clutching him tightly as he released the
other wrist.

Growling in an almost animalistic manner, Geordi grabbed hold of his lover
and yanked him down on top of him, grinding his hips upward in a desperate
attempt to relieve the terrible, wonderful need. Data smiled as he supported
himself on one arm. Still, this was not how he wanted this to end. And he
was pretty certain that Geordi would enjoy what he had in mind more, as
well.

Geordi nearly screamed in frustration when Data slid off of him. "Data, NOW
what the..." His voice trailed off as Data lay down on the bed in an obvious
invitation, face buried in the pillow. Geordi rolled over on top of him and
caught hold of the slender golden waist. Still breathing hard in an attempt
to calm himself even a little, he said hoarsely, "Spread your legs."

Data instantly obeyed, parting his beautiful legs wide for his lover. Biting
his lip in a last-ditch effort to control himself, Geordi carefully slid
into him. A muffled moan of pleasure from Data swept away all such thoughts,
and he began to thrust hard, riding his lover. Data moved in perfect time
with him, back slightly arched, whispering yet more of those maddening
things, until Geordi could take no more, and he finally exploded in
delicious relief. Vaguely aware that Data too was crying out in his own peak
of pleasure, he collapsed onto his lover's body, still shuddering with the
intensity of his orgasm.

Chest heaving, he eventually slid off Data, falling limply onto the
mattress. Data turned onto his side and kissed his lover's face over and
over again. Geordi finally managed to bring his breathing under control
enough to allow him to speak. "Data, that was... incredible." He shook his
head as his hammering heartbeat slowed its racing. "What on earth made you
think of that?"

"Oh, it just occurred to me." Pausing for a moment, Data added with a sly
smile, "I hope that apology was quality enough for you."

"Quality--" Geordi froze, stunned as what Data had said sank in. "You--" He
grabbed hold of his pillow and thumped Data hard around his head and
shoulders. Laughing, Data warded off the blows and snatched the pillow out
of Geordi's grasp with one hand, drawing him closer with the other.

"I don't believe it. Everything you just did, for that? You did all that,
just to make me pay for that little joke?" gasped Geordi, as Data held him
tightly, kissing his neck and face with pleased affection.

"No," admitted Data. "I had this planned before I left our quarters this
morning. However, when you mentioned quality time earlier, I could not resist 
saying so now. I am sorry." But the merriment dancing in his eyes belied
the statement.

"Oh, you will be sorry for this, Data," Geordi promised him with his wide
grin. "You just wait until tomorrow night. You'll pay for this. Dearly."

Data smiled in anticipation as Geordi curled up in his embrace, in
preparation for the sleep his biological body needed after such exertion. "I
am looking forward to it, Geordi."

THE END.