Title: The Only Way to Go

Author: Saklani

Series: DSN

Codes:B/W

Rating: [NC-17]

Disclaimer: PARABORG owns all. I make no money, I swear!!

Warning:

Summary: PWP? Well, OK- Julian and Worf get captured by some not-so-friendly natives who plan to kill them at dawn. Som, they console each other, sort of....

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Beta: Miss Sunbeam, Cait- BLESS YOU BOTH!!

Note: My Muse is off on a little jaunt, just for kicks. I have no idea why, but I followed after her. This is where she led me. I take no responsibility for the results. Done for the Doctor Fuh-q Fest.

The Only Way to Go

Dr. Julian Bashir watched Commander Worf stalk their cramped, dismal cell for the thousandth time. He felt like telling him to sit down, but knew the words would be wasted. Instead, he hugged his knees to his chest and attempted to keep warm.

Worf growled. "We must find a way to escape!"

Julian sighed."We've tried a dozen different ways to open that door. We have explored every inch of this cell. There is no way out."

"There must be!! I refuse to die like a Ferengi dog!!"

"I'm no more looking forward to dying than you are," Julian said softly, "but we have tried everything we can think of."

"Then, we must think of something else!!"

Julian gazed at his feet. He shut his eyes and tried not to concentrate on the cold or the horrible death that awaited him come morning. His mind however, insisted on dredging up images of a horrible, ritual execution.

"Are you all right, Doctor?" Worf asked, noticing the human begin to shiver.

"I'm going to have my throat slashed in the morning, of course I'm not all right!!"

Worf looked taken aback. "True, it is not an honorable death," he said. "However, facing it bravely may...."

Julian sighed."I don't think I can face it bravely."

Worf glanced at him uncomfortably. "If you wish me to kill you now, I am not sure...."

"You know, you are not of much comfort, either. Of all the people I chose to get stuck with on the last night of my life, why did it have to be you?"

Julian curled up tighter and ignored the Klingon.

Worf watched the human, trying to figure out what he should say or do. He noticed the human's trembling increase. He heard Bashir's teeth chatter together. Worf knew the human might be getting dangerously cold.

Reaching a decision, Worf stood and approached Bashir.Without words, he sat down beside him, looped an arm around his waist and pulled. With a startled yelp,Julian landed on Worf's lap. The big Klingon wrapped his arms around the thin waist and pulled Julian close.

"Worf?" Julian said softly.

"You are cold," Worf growled, his tone forbidding further questions.

Julian smiled and placed his head against the large shoulder. "Thank you."

"It is the only honorable thing to do," Worf said.

"Of course," Julian said seriously. He wrapped his own arms around Worf's waist. "It is also medically advisable."

Worf grunted his assent.

The two sat for a long time, neither speaking.Worf soon became used to the weight of Julian on his lap. The warmth from the human's body was pleasant.

The longer they sat, the more Worf became aware of Julian. His smell teased the Klingon's nostrils. It was the musky smell of flesh and earth and....Julian. He liked the aroma.

Worf also noticed the sounds Julian made when he breathed. The softest sigh accompanied every exhale.He reminded Worf of a wounded gettle, sighing its last breaths. Thinking this, Worf tightened his arms around the fragile human form. A need to protect the human dominated his feelings. Nobody would harm him.

Julian gasped slightly. "Worf, be easy on my ribs."

The Klingon missed the comment. His blood sang with the primitive urge to protect what belonged to him. Protect his fellow warriors, protect his home, protect his MATE!!

//Mate?// his mind asked. Worf realized what he was thinking and let go of Julian.

"Thank you," the human said. "You were practically crushing my...." He looked into Worf's eyes and saw some odd emotions in them. "Are you all right?"

"Perfectly," Worf growled.

"You looked a little...."

"I am FINE," Worf snarled.

"Right, OK," Julian said. He fell silent and tried to concentrate on being warm. His left side was falling asleep, so he squirmed a little, trying to get comfortable.

As Julian moved around, he rubbed Worf in some sensitive places. Very sensitive places.Worf shhok his head, trying to clear it. Why was he feeling that way? As Julian squirmed again, he could not help hissing in annoyance.

"All right, I'm sorry," Julian said. "You don't want me on your lap, so I'll get off. We'll have to try keeping warm some other way." He started to stand, but Worf pulled him back down.

Julian landed square on Worf's erection. "Dear God," he muttered, feeling it push against his behind.

Worf sank his teeth into Julian's neck, drawing blood.He began lapping at the trickle.

"Ah!" Julian cried in response. "WORF!?"

The Klingon did not answer, concentrating his attention on the wound to Julian's neck. He grabbed the seam to Julian's uniform and tore it. The suit split down Julian's side to his knee. Worf removed the material from his body.

Wearing only his briefs and lavender top, Julian began fighting in earnest. "WORF!" Julian yelled, trying to pull away. "WORF!! Stop! I don't...ooooh, dear God." His protests trailed off into a moan, as Worf began massaging his cock through his briefs. The Klingon's touches revealed an expertise at this sort of caress. Julian wondered briefly who Worf practiced on, before his own mind shut off. He thrust into Worf's hand, as his own erection grew.

Worf threw Julian on his back and straddled him. In response, the human bucked his hips hard, throwing Worf off balance.Takingadvantage of his shift in weight, Julian bucked again, dislodging Worf.

The Klingon rolled to his feet, delighted with the foreplay. Julian stood in front of him, hands up, ready to defend himself.

Worf feinted one way, then attacked from the other. Julian neatly

blocked and tossed Worf into the wall.The Klingon whirled, swinging

his hand in a chopping motion.Julian ducked, then lashed with his

own right hand. Worf blocked, and then tackled Julian. The human rolled, ending up on top. He rubbed his erection against Worf's, prompting a series of incomprehensible shouts.

Worf rolled, trying to pin Julian down, but the human went with him and ended up back on top. Frustrated, Worf moved his right hand down and pushed his left hand up. His legs mirrored the movement. Julian fell slightly forward, and Worf threw him over his left shoulder. Both men ended up on their feet, facing each other again.

The next few moments saw the end of all regulation fighting. The two men clawed, bit, kicked, scratched, gouged and did anything else to gain themselves an advantage. Clothes flew everywhere in ragged pieces. Finally, the two ended up on their sides, facing each other. Still flailing, they started rubbing their groins together.

As incredible bursts of pleasure coursed through their systems, they stopped pounding on each other. Instead, both men focused on the rhythmic thrusting of their hips. Faster and harder they brought themselves together and apart, till both exploded all over the other.

They lay panting for a few moments, then Julian stretched. "I think I pulled every muscle in my body," he groaned.

Worf watched the svelte body hungrily.He reached out and pulled Julian on top of him. "You are a worthy mate," he growled.

Julian looked down at him. "I think I deserve a treat for being a worthy mate," he said, with a hungry smile. "Roll over," he ordered the larger man.

Worf showed his teeth, but did as Julian said.

Julian stroked the firm ass. //How the Hell did this happen?// his mind asked. //Who cares? If I'm going to die tomorrow, I might as well enjoy myself.// Positioning himself, Julian started to prepare Worf for penetration.

Worf growled. "Forget that. A true mate relishes both the pleasure and the pain his other gives him. Besides, I doubt you can do me any serious harm with that tiny thing."

Julian bared his own teeth. "The Hell I can't!" He braced himself and entered Worf in one swift thrust.

Worf hissed in satisfaction. He pushed back against Julian, and the human clawed his hips.This only made Worf thrust back more violently.

Julian hung on and caught Worf's rhythm. He slowed their pace, keeping a fierce grip on the other man's sides. Pulling out until only the tip of his organ remained inside, Julian slammed back in. Over and over, he repeated this action, until Worf continuously snarled with pleasure.

Reaching under their joined bodies, Julian found Worf's impressive sex. He squeezed hard, and Worf barked in delight. Julian continued the rough ministrations, in time with his own thrusts, until Worf came all over his fingers. Tight muscles squeezed on Julian's own penis, and he emptied himself deep into Worf's body.

Again, both men slumped wearily to the floor. Their bodies entwined together, the two fell asleep, not thinking about what the next day might bring.

Captain Sisko, Commander Dax and Constable Odo carefully made their

way down the long, dark halls.Dax scanned continuously with her

tricorder, following the Klingon and human life signs.They rounded

a corner, and Dax whispered, "They should be in one of these cells."

The three spilt up and began examining each cell, peering in the tiny windows. Suddenly, Sisko muttered a curse and took a step back from one of the doors. The other two moved to him, but he stood in front of the door.

"What's the matter, Benjamin? Are they hurt?"Dax asked.

"Um....ahh....er....not exactly," he stammered. "I don't think you should look in, Old Man."

That comment sent Jadzia plunging forward. She peeked inside and gasped. Her face turned an interesting shade, and she turned back toward the other two. "Well, at least they weren't wallowing in self-pity and despair," she said.

"No," Sisko said, "they certainly weren't doing that."

A few hectic hours later, Julian finally found himself back in his quarters on the Defiant. He sat on the bed and sighed with relief.

The debriefing, which occurred after he and Worf got new briefs and

other clothes to wear, had been embarrassing. Worf barely managed a

coherent sentence, so Julian ended up telling everything. Throughout

the whole process, Jadzia stared at him with mingled awe, jealousy

and amusement. Sisko looked vaguely disgusted and very

uncomfortable.Odo just harumphed more often than usual.

After the awful procedure, Julian bolted for his room to avoid Dax's persistent questions. Worf ran just as quickly away from her and from Julian himself.

Julian sighed again. The big Klingon had not said a word to him since their rescue. He seemed perplexed and mortally ashamed of the whole thing.

Julian shut his eyes and thought about the whole encounter. Despite the violent wrestling, Julian had enjoyed himself. It wasn't often he could use his genetically engineered strength for such goodpurposes.

The door chime rang, and Julian groaned. "Go away, Jadzia!"

"It is not Jadzia," a deep voice answered.

Julian sat up."Come in, Worf."

The Klingon entered, looking remarkably impassive. "I wanted to be sure you are all right, Doctor."

Julian smiled."Of course I am, Worf."

Worf stared at his boots. "I wanted to apologize for my behavior."

Julian reached out and put his hand on Worf's arm. "I wish you wouldn't. There is nobody to blame for anything, Worf. I....enjoyed what happened.It made me forget the horrible predicament we were in. I would have spent the whole night miserable about the next morning, if not for you."

Worf looked up. "I also enjoyed myself." He paused. "Doc....Julian, I believe very much in the sacredness of sex. What happened between us was more than a random encounter. I want to pursue this relationship."

Julian nearly fainted.Worf wanted to court him? "I....I don't know if we can make anything lasting out of this," he said.

"You are a worthy mate," Worf growled, "and I want to keep you."

Julian stared into the other man's eyes. His heart gave a strange lurch, even as his groin stirred. "Why not?" Julian muttered."It might be fun at that."

THE END