One Defective Fic

By Sakata Ri Houjun

Warning: Yuri, Fantasy Rape, Crossover, Sap, and Star Trek...(AU, OOC)

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"I'm going to do you a favor," I say sweetly. The vulcan cringe and I know she knows it's going to be no favor... not for her, anyway. "I'm going to make sure that you have only one lover." T'pol blink, showing a glimmer of confusion, and it makes me giggle. "What?"

I reach out, caressing her pale cheek and I think she knows now because she draws back immediately. "What's wrong?" I ask innocently. "Hoshio, please don't," she whispers. "You have no choice," I snap, pulling back and standing up. "You have no say in the matter. ..."

She squeezes her eyes shut. Now this REALLY turns me on because it sounds like she's being pleasured except there's a hint of fear to her voice. That only seem to entice me more, though.

I kick my boots off my feet and set them down on the floor. The cool carpet feels nice on my bare toes and I pause for a moment before hoisting myself onto the bed. I crawl over to T'pol, strandling her hips with my legs. "Don't worry, it gets better," I assure her with another sharp toothed smile. "Please, Hoshio," she begs.

I smirk. "Please continue, you mean? Gladly." She opens her mouth to protest but I grab my hair tie and stuff it in her mouth. "Now, now," I say softly. "We wouldn't want anyone to hear you scream, would we?" I can hear her muffled whimpers and I giggle. I unzip the front of my shirt. She clench her eyes shut but I don't care because I'm momentarily absorbing the cool air on my breasts. I shed my shirt and pants, proving I have worn no underclothes.

"You still have clothes on," I say with mock-sweetness, hands clutch the hems of her only clothing. I wrench it off and she's in front of me in the semi-darkness and I'm overcome with lust.

Almost reluctantly I climb down and grab some rope I had hid earlier beside the bed. Then I turn to her and feel my eyes spark with excitement. "Ready?" I breath. The Vulcan shakes her head but I don't care. I almost pounce on her, binding her wrists to twin hooks on the wall behind her. I then pull her legs apart, pretty much easy. I tie her ankles down on either side with the rough material. If she moves too much it could cut her and I know it.

Now I walk over to the side of the bed, not quite getting back on yet. Instead I reach out, allowing my hands to trailing over her body. Her mouth struggles with the hair tie, trying to spit it out but it's much more difficult now that she's lying down. I let one of my hands squeeze the soft skin of the breast closest to me. Her moans are muffled and I giggle, enjoying the way her breast feel in my hands, overflowing in my palm.

Slim fingers brushed aside a few errant strands of midnight-colored hair as a trademark hentai grin spread across a handsome and tanned face. In this young man’s mind, he could see the two women intertwined, the perfect fantasy for any red-blooded guy. A tongue darted out, licking chapped lips as his emerald eyes continued to scan the story.

"I wonder if perhaps Genrou would like this story?" He mused aloud, leaning back in his chair as he pushed up the loose sleeves of his white shirt.

"Oh yeah, no doubt about it. Genrou'd love this," he agreed instantly, nodding.

"But, he's got a girlfriend, hasn't he?" he argued, suddenly remembering the young cerulean-haired woman who was currently sharing an apartment with his red-haired buddy. “I doubt Chichiri would easily forgive me for sending Genrou this.”

"So what? That's the discretion of the Internet. Just email it to him, you know he'll read it." Kouji crossed his arms over his muscled chest, a half smirk crossing his attractive features as he thought of the expression on his long-time friend’s face upon reading this steamy piece.

Kouji pressed his lips together in thought, torn between his two options. He knew that if Chichiri caught Genrou reading this, she'd have his head, both of them. But on the other hand, this was a story that was far too good to keep to himself. He leaned back in his chair, pondering his choices before nodding to himself.

Before he could change his mind, he copied and pasted the story into an email addressed to the redhead. The next thing he knew his computer screen read 'email sent', and he could only hope that this wouldn't come back to bite him on the ass.

But knowing his luck, it probably would anyways.

"Mm," I murmur, then lean down, flipping the hard nipple with my tongue. "Good..." I feel the tingles of lust travel through my body and I can't help but climb back on, but this time instead of sitting on her I lie down until we can lock eyes. I smirk, yanking the hair tie out of her mouth. She takes in a breath to try to reason with me, talk me out of what I' about to do, but I silence her with a forceful kiss, pushing my tongue into her mouth and biting her lips. I pull back, licking my lips before shoving the material back into her mouth.

Then I move down, nuzzling her breasts gently then biting the sensitive flesh. Her body stiffening below me makes me shiver with anticipation and my mouth covers her nipple, sucking hard and using teeth. This time the material has a hard time quieting her moans but it's not too loud to make me stop. I don't think I would, anyway. My other hand pinches her neglected nipple, pulling and twisting while my tongue savors the other. T'pol tries to twist beneath me but I press my lower body down on hers to calm her writhing. She attempts to struggle more but with no success.

"Be still," I growl, halting my actions with my mouth although my hand doesn't even hesitate. Then I switch over so my mouth is teasing her other nipple and my hand is playing with the now wet one.

"Ugh, can you believe this bullshit?" a young man with fiery red hair questioned from in front of his computer, halting in his reading to swivel in his chair and look back at his lover.

"Believe what, Tasuki?" came the soft alto voice wafting from the small kitchenette as a lithe, young woman entered, her long cerulean hair pulled back into a low ponytail and a soft drink being popped open in one slender hand. A cream-colored cat darted around her bare feet, rubbing against her ankles as it mewed softly, echoing his owner’s query.

Tasuki gestured wildly at the computer behind him, though not taking his eyes off of the lovely sight of his soul mate. "This garbage I was just emailed. Kouji’s been pawing through some fanfics and I have to wonder if these people even have a hard time sleeping at night, Chiri."

With a soft sigh, the reincarnated monk closed the distance between them, leaning down to wrap her arms loosely around her fiery lover, her feathery bangs tickling his ear as she read the words on the screen. "I'll admit to finding some of the strangest stories online as well, but in all honesty I think it's fair that every writer gets their chance, no da." She placed a light kiss on his cheek with a giggle.

"You're too damn nice to these people, Chiri,” Tasuki muttered before turning back around to face the screen, compelled to finish the story despite how badly written it had been.

"What can I say, I have a soft heart," the cerulean-haired woman giggled again as she straightened up and headed back to the kitchen. "Besides," her voice drifted out through the apartment, drawing the former bandit's attention away from the fanfic. “If it’s that bad, then what were you doing reading it in the first place, no da?”

Tasuki sputtered, his face turning read, as he fumbled to close the file.

She's still squirming beneath me and I can feel my frustration building up, plus my other hand is getting restless. I immediatly shift my position slightly so I can slip my other hand down and stroke her most private area. Her eyes widen in shock and she halts her actions. My fingers massage the skin there and then slip in, feeling the dampness of her inner flesh. She inhales sharply and I know she knows it feels good and she begins to moan with pleasure then stops, the moan turning into a muffled wail. She attempted to move more but I begin to rub her faster and her wails turn into half-pleasured, half-furious cries.

I sigh in my own pleasure, moving my mouth off of her. I then move down to that my upper body is lying flat across the table and I can see her. I shiver before my other hand parts the warm slits of flesh and I can actually see inside. I can now see my thumb working with her and I use my index finger of the same hand to keep her open. My eye catches a fluid leaking out and now I'm really excited. My free index finger reaches out and brushes it away. I lick the stickly seceretion off my finger and savors the taste for a moment.

Chichiri sweat dropped as she read the fic carefully, her brown eyes widening. In her honest opinion, this fic was very poorly written, and it didn't make much sense. The reincarnated monk didn't claim to be an expert of Star Trek so of course she wouldn't know everything about the continuity, however to her, this didn't seem...right. A human overpowering a Vulcan, and a female at that? Was that even possible?

 She tapped her fingernails on the keyboard, wishing she knew who wrote such garbage, just so she could email the party in question to suggest that they pay better attention in English class, or at least use a beta reader. But the only address attached to story was Kouji’s.

Of course, she was still planning on calling her boyfriend's best friend, lecture him on sending such tripe to Tasuki’s inbox. That sort of nonsense put ideas into her lover’s head. Course, not that she had much room to complain, considering she used what remained of her memories from her last life, those years spent traveling with the bandit, as a good basis to write a few fanfics of her own.

Chichiri blushed at the images elicited within her mind, especially when she knew that Tasuki had no knowledge of her hobby. And she could only wonder just what his reaction would be if he knew that she was writing bout their past exploits, a fact which had turned her into a well-known yaoi author online.

“But still,” she muttered aloud, returning her attention to the words flickering across the screen, every explicit detail written out in such bad grammar. “I’d like to contact this person, ask them what in the world they were thinking of, no da.”

But she lacked such knowledge. If the former monk wished to find out just who the culprit was, there was only one man to ask...

Chichiri forwarded Kouji’s email, the story intact, to her old friend, a genius she had the honor of meeting a year ago at an anime convention. His skills were not to be rivaled, whether it was computer hacking, extensive scientific knowledge, or how to beat video games in record time.

“You’re my only hope, Alex, no da...”

Now her hips are writhing. I use that same index finger and slip it inside, twirling gently, exploring. I think T'pol's finally gotten the hair tie out of her mouth because I can hear her breathless words loud and clear. So I pull out but only enough to push my middle finger in along with it. I work it slowly, adjusting to the feeling, then begin to move my hand at an almost furious speed. Her hips move and it means that she's just as turned on as I am and she can't help that it feels good. I am extremely proud and delighted with myself now.

I let out a long hiss of breath, grinding my hand into her. My fingers curl slightly and her screams become louder as she tries to get more yet move away at the same time. My other hand still holds the skin open so I can watch myself work and I can feel my own orgasm coming on from just watching. Then suddenly my fingers are soaked with the stickyness and I quickly pull them out and move my head in, lapping up the liquid greedly. I suck until she's practically dry then climb on top of her, smirking down at her.

"Do it," I command, pushing my fingers into her mouth. I move my fingers in her mouth, wiping the substance off on her tongue then pulling my hand back out. I sigh, sitting up so I'm stradling her stomach now. What do next, I wonder? I'm still really horny and I'd love to get it out of my system, no matter how much I'm loving this. But how to do it without untying her or taking my attention away from her?

A pair of amethyst eyes blinked at his computer screen slowly in disbelief. Pale hands removed a pair of tiny spectacles, rubbed at those aforementioned eyes, and then replaced the glasses.

No, he wasn't hallucinating. Someone had composed an...interesting fanfic, although interesting would be the nicest thing the normally articulate scientist could say about this.

Those slender fingers swept aside a curtain of blonde hair that covered half of the scientist's face before tapping idly at his temple, the young genius's brain working overtime in contemplating as to the numerous reasons why someone would write such...nonsense. And such poorly written nonsense as well.

Those slender fingers swept aside a curtain of blonde hair that covered half of the scientist's face before tapping idly at his temple, the young genius's brain working overtime in contemplating as to the numerous reasons why someone would write such...nonsense. And such poorly written nonsense as well.

Chichiri had been right in contacting him as to finding out just who had written such...trash. He could only thank God and the saints that this hadn’t involved anime, let along his beloved Shiori. Lord knows there would have been hell to pay should some nameless fool choose to write a yuri fantasy rape about his sweetheart.

Pushing thoughts about his redheaded angel aside, Alexander’s fingers began a swift dance across his keyboard, his eyes locked on the screen. First he would have to backtrack to the one who sent the fic to Tasuki, inquire about the origin.

He grinned as he noticed that the party responsible for starting this whole mess was logged on currently, and he clicked onto Kouji’s screen name. Of course Chichiri’s acquaintance would not have any knowledge of his identity, and normally Alex would thrust into his tirade, a full-scale introduction that determined jus who his real friends would be. Instead, he cut straight to the chase, no longer accomplishing this for Chichiri, but rather for himself now.

“I do believe you know something of a Star Trek yuri that has been floating around the Internet recently, deshi,” he wrote.

I groan aloud, trying to think. I shift position slightly then realize that her nipple is still erect. A plan forms in my head and I move my lower body over that hard bud of flesh, using two fingers to part the skin of my private area. I lower myself so that my now throbbing clitoris touches the tip of her nipple. She thrashes around but that only results in her rubbing me and I gasp aloud in pleasure. But I don't want her to move, I want to do this myself. One hand supports myself while the other keeps her down and I sway my hips over the nipple, pleasuring myself. She sobs a loud but I drown them out with my moans of pure ecstasy. Just as I feel I'm about to let go I pull back. I wasn't ready yet. I wanted to enjoy myself and her cries of torture a little longer.

I move back down and part the flesh below so I can look inside again. This time I put my mouth there and move my tongue out, rubbing it hard on her opening. Screams mix with her sobs and it delights me. My sex is pressed up hard against the cool mattress and I move my hips against it, enjoying the firm yet pleasurable feeling of the material against me. I think about being against her this way and I find myself diving my tongue deeper and harder while moving my hips faster, grinding against the bed. Finally I pull back and scramble back on, untying the ropes quickly. I have to get release NOW!

She tries to scramble away but I'm faster and I finally get her into the position I want. I tie one foot down so I can move the other leg to adjust to just about anything. Her arms are bound together and over her head and I giggle, licking my lips in anticipation. I move one leg over and it lays around her stomach and the other slips under her and my sex is pressed against hers, no barriers. I press down, moaning in pure bliss as my wetness rubs against her flesh. My hands clench her leg and I rub down harder. Our skin is parted and my clitoris rubs against warm wetness. My hands fly down and grasp her waist so I can press down as hard as I can. Again, before I can cum I pull back, hurriedly binding her other foot down. I know that no matter what I can't get her to touch me the way I want to me touched but I can still do it over her.

I seat myself on her chest, her breasts behind my butt. I spread my legs open and push two fingers in, moaning loudly and rocking against my hand. She's screaming extremely loudly now but I'm in heaven and don't care. I rock harder against my hand and feel my orgasm building up fast. My other hand moves up and pinches my nipples, playing with my breasts. I gasp and let go and I can feel the fluids spilling out. She begins to choke because some gets into her mouth and I'm delighted.

To say that Kouji was confused would be the understatement of the century. So suddenly see a name you did not recognize pop up, immediately questioning about a fic he had sent to Genrou not even a half-hour ago... Well, that was just plain freaky.

But the stranger did apologize, making mention of Chichiri’s name and that he was a friend of hers. The dark-haired youth decided to humor him for the time being.

In compliance with the request made, he backtracked through his emails until coming across the one that started it all, a simple message that caught his attention with the title “Guaranteed Satisfaction.” It was embarrassing to admit, but he had not only been intrigued but also turned on by such a line.

He sent the e-mail's address to his interrogator, only to have him return five seconds later, saying that the address was a fake.

Kouji merely shrugged before typing in an apology to Chichiri’s friend, explaining that he didn’t mean to start this whole thing.

“Yep,” he spoke aloud to no one particular except himself. “It certainly seems that it’s biting me on the ass.”

“Serves you right,” he replied with a laugh.

“Shut up.”

I sigh, pulling my fingers out. I lick the substance off and, surprisingly, I'm still extremely horny. I'm excited and express it by thrusting my hips out until my private area touches her face. She tries to turn her head but my hand reaches out, grasping it and holding her still. I thrust my hips back and forth into her face, giggling. "Not done yet," I gasp.

I pull away, thinking quickly. New ideas form in my head and I laugh. I move so that I'm looking into her eyes. This time I don't speak, just smile with mock-sweetness before touching my breast, playing with it lightly. Then I move so that I can press it on her face, moving it, rolling it around her mouth. Her lips are locked tight so I slap her. When she gasps in pain I take the opportunity to brush my nipple across her lips. They're warm and now I'm ready for some real action.

I lick my fingers then touch my breasts, rolling my nipples with the wet fingers. I moan in ecstacy, but remember my task at hand. I pause in pleasuring myself and lick my fingers again, sucking them for a moment. Then I reach out and repeat the actions on her nipples. She thrashes in an attempt to get away but I don't stop for another few seconds. Then I do pull back but wet my fingers again, plans forming in my head as I go along. I then use my right hand to touch her private area, rubbing her and letting my fingers give her quick, shallow thrusts into her entrance. I do the same things to myself with my left hand. She still struggles beneath me but it doesn't stop me.

I feel another orgasm coming on and I'm amazed with myself. It's building up slowly but it's still there. I make my thrusts deeper and I grind myself against my hand, then suddenly pull my other hand out of both her and myself. I move back and slip one leg under her, the other curling around her side. Gritting my teeth, I press down on her with such a force I can feel the bones in both of us as my wet area rubs against hers. I feel my clitoris throbbing and I reach out and rub in, moaning at the double pleasure feeling. It's pulsing at an amazing speed and force now and I'm dizzy with lust and pleasure. The orgasm is building up to an extreme now and I know that if I can hold back even longer when I DO choose to let go it'll be like nothing I'll ever feel again.

Alex sighed in disappointed, prepared to call up Chichiri and share the less than satisfactory news. Then suddenly a name on his list winked into existence, a rather knowledgeable person who’s genius seemed to rival his own, and whom he only knew as ‘wise_one_003’.

The blonde genius pursed his lips together, wondering if he should try contacting him about this whole mess. Surely he would know.

One of Alex’s small robots toddled up to its master, its metallic voice ringing out in its one-syllable vocabulary in query as the scientist’s fingers flew over his keyboard in a blur. The twenty-year-old genius felt renewed in his quest, now that hope seemed to have taken form in an online persona with an icon tagged on in the shape of an owl.

Course, he had a super-deformed Shiori angel as his, so who was he to cast stones?

The reply was immediate, and not what he had expected.

“The person of whom you speak of does not exist. Cease in your quest and go back to your lives. One bad fic is hardly something to obsess about,” he read aloud.

Dr. Howell, blinked, read the statement, blinked again, and then finally burst into laughter.

‘wise_one_003’ was right, this was hardly worth his time. He wiped the tears forming in his amethyst eyes before forwarding the message on to Chichiri, certain that she would find it funny as well.

“Deshi?” the small robot intoned, its computer chip for a brain trying to comprehend the erratic behavior of its master.

I shudder and close my eyes, speeding my thrusts and rubbing myself faster and harder. I throw my head back and cry out... pure bliss... pure pleasure... pure heaven. Who would have ever thought that I could feel this way around the reserved Vulcan, T'pol?

Spots are spinning before my eyes and I know it's going to be one hell of a release. I gasp and moan, trying to get an even better high off this wonderful feeling. I'm moving purely by instinct and no more plans are forming. I can't think straight but I do know one thing... I know what I want.

I pull away with a loud cry, practically falling to the floor. It's cold but I don't care, I only know that I have to have this release, T'pol or no T'pol. I thrust my fingers into myself, grinding away like there was no tomorrow. It still continued to build and yet I still can't seem to let go. I pant, pulling my fingers out of me. I stumble to the bed where she's whimpering and damp with sweat. I'm soaked in it. I lay down flat on top of her, rubbing my sex against hers like mad. My eyes narrow and she's moaning and I DON'T CARE. I immediatly move back so that my wet sex is against hers and grind again. I twist and push and scream, one hand rubbing her and the other rubbing my own. I give a violent shiver, arch my back and then my fluids spill out onto my hand and onto her. I shudder again and realize that the liquid is still dripping out, but not as much. It finally stops and I'm gasping for breath.

I groan and get down from the bed. I redress and walk over to her. I merely grunt and untie her, tossing her clothing at her. "Thank you for the PLEASENT time," I say sweetly.

Sighing happily, Watari Yutaka sat back in his chair, the words on the computer screen reflected off of his circular, wire-framed glasses. From beside him, 003 hooted softly to politely remind him that the upcoming meeting was about to start. He smiled at his tiny, feathered companion before stretching his arms above his head with a grunt and a moan.

"I know, I know," he murmured with a wink, pushing back from his desk and standing up.

His owl fluttered from her perch, buzzing around his head while he retrieved his lab coat, pulling it over his soft blue turtleneck, sliding his blonde ponytail out of the back collar. He ran one finger over her breast feathers after she had settled down on his shoulder. She hooted softly into his ear after hissing into his touch.

"To honestly answer that, I don't know why I do it. I'm not even a fan of Star Trek, even when I was alive. Nor am I a big yuri person. But sometimes you just get an idea into your head and well...you have to go with it." He laughed as the said those words, recalling all his experiments still in progress, including his ongoing quest to create a gender changing potion. Why he would have any use for such a creation, he had yet to discern. However it became almost an obsession with him lately despite all his failed attempts that often resulted with a destroyed lab.

The blonde shinigami opened the door of said lab, heading down the hallways of the Jou-Ou-Chou, where Tatsumi and the others were awaiting his presence at the meeting. 003 clicked her beak in a condescending way to which Watari laughed.

"I know my writing talent isn't much better than my artistic ability, which is why it was only a one-shot deal. Not that anyone's going to find out, let alone believe, that a shinigami wrote that fic."