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Title: God's Hammer
Author: Taryn Eve
Author's e-mail: [email protected]
Fandom: Enterprise
Rating: NC-17
Category: Slash
Pairing: Tucker/Reed/Sato
Series: Trip's Toolbox
Sequel to: Knowing the Drill
Warning: Adult situations and violence; bisexual love triangle.
Summary: Hoshi, Tucker, and Malcolm are caught between a hammer and a hard place as the Torman revolution continues.
Comments: Thanks to Stexgirl2000 for her beta readings and encouragement.
Archived to Reed's Armory on 04/20/2003.
Hoshi stood in front of the fireplace in Tucker's bedroom, still trying to understand what he had told her about Gelir and the ship God's Hammer.
Tucker was still sleeping, exhausted after their lovemaking and his confessions. The collar around Hoshi's neck felt heavy. It compelled her to think of herself as a Torman loyal to Gelir, a man willing to use the most advanced ship of its kind against his own people. Gelir, who hired mercenaries to take the castle and planned to use Tucker to build more warships, to enslave more women like her and to destroy the best things of this world in order to shape it into his own regime of blood.
Hoshi took the fireplace poker and stirred the embers of the fire. Flashes of her former life prodded at her memory. Malcolm teaching her how to use a weapon. Tucker with a look of doubt on his face. Watching movies in the dark with both of them. Slipping her hand into Tucker's after lovemaking in the rain. Malcolm kissing her forehead tenderly. Her own shaking hands as she awaited her orders on the bridge.
The memories intrigued her but they were nothing more than vivid dreams. Now she was Torman and she needed to think of helping her people.
Clutching the poker, she turned to the sleeping man hidden under the blankets. Tucker was Gelir's weapons master. Without him, God's Hammer couldn't leave the ground.
Hoshi realized Tucker needed to die. From the gossip in the castle, she knew that Gelir didn't have any other men capable of what his weapons master could do. By killing Tucker, she'd deprive Gelir of his most valuable asset and his revolution would begin to unravel.
The fire crackled behind her like a warning of what awaited her if she failed.
She closed her eyes against her memories and took a deep breath. Raising her arm, she advanced to the side of the bed, telling herself it was for the good of her people.
The Torman people would be freed by this man's death.
A sudden knock on the door made her drop the iron poker to the rug. Gasping, she ran to the balcony as Tucker raised himself from the sheets with a puzzled expression.
The knock rang out again.
"I'm coming," Tucker grumbled as he wrapped a sheet around his waist. Hoshi grabbed one of his shirts from the top of a dresser and scrambled into it as Tucker opened the door.
"Bara!" Tucker said in an irritated voice. "How the hell did you get into the castle?"
Bara-whom Hoshi knew was Malcolm from her past life-grinned. "You can't keep a determined man away." His expression turned concerned as he acknowledged Hoshi with a glance. "Are you all right, ma'am?"
Tucker scowled. "Say what you need to say and get out."
Malcolm sighed and put his hands on his hips. "At least shut the door. I don't want to say this in front of anyone else."
With a snort, Tucker pushed the heavy door shut and glared at Malcolm. "Happy?"
Malcolm smiled and took a few steps closer to him. "Almost." He ran his finger against Tucker's jawline.
Tucker took a few deep breaths, but didn't move away.
"I wanted to say this a long time ago," Malcolm said in a husky voice. "I never got around to it." He leaned in and kissed Tucker. A moment later, he broke the kiss and stared into Tucker's eyes. "I love you." He turned to Hoshi. "I love both of you, though my place in your hearts seems to be lost."
Tucker closed his eyes and put a hand on his collar. After a minute, he opened his eyes and held his hand out to Malcolm. Hand in hand, they walked to the bed and sank down onto it.
Hoshi's stomach tightened as she remembered what she had been about to do to Tucker. Cowed, she decided to slip out and make her way back to the concubines' quarters.
"Wait," Malcolm said as she sidled past the bed.
Weak-kneed, she sank into a chair and watched as Malcolm ran his fingers and mouth over Tucker's long body as if meaning to memorize him. Propped up against the headboard, Tucker watched him with a hungry expression.
Finally, Malcolm eased the sheet away from Tucker's waist, revealing the hard shaft hidden within. Still fully dressed in his tight black uniform, Malcolm quickly knelt before Tucker.
Hoshi moved closer, surreptitiously pushing the fireplace poker under the bed with one foot. Tucker reached out for her and held her hand tightly as Malcolm engulfed his cock with a hungry swallow.
The overseer in the concubines' quarters had taught the women to tempt and tease, to prolong the sensual pleasure of their encounters. Instead, Malcolm seemed to possess Tucker with a hungry fury. His dark-eyed looks promised annihilation instead of release. In Hoshi's arms, Tucker cursed and clutched at her as each merciless swirl of Malcolm's mouth and tongue devoured him.
Tucker tried to rise from the bed, but Hoshi used all her strength to pin him down. Malcolm seemed to ignore both of them, intent on his task.
"Now!" Tucker hissed.
Malcolm shivered and took hold of the base of the shaft while Tucker gasped. After a long moment, Malcolm slid the spent cock from his mouth and wiped his lips with his hand.
Hoshi cupped Malcolm's face and kissed him. He buried his fingers in her hair and hugged her close. As Malcolm nuzzled Hoshi's neck, Tucker grasped the hem of her shirt and tugged it off, discarding it on the ground. Both men ran their hands over her body, teasing and touching her until she was wet with desire.
A brief, hard smile played on Tucker's lips. He urged Hoshi onto her knees while he undid the laces to the top of Malcolm's pants. After a few swift pumps of the hardened cock, Tucker offered it to Hoshi. Malcolm groaned softly and clutched Tucker's shoulder as she wrapped her lips around his firmness. Tucker laughed and moved to kneel on the bed behind Hoshi. Closing her eyes, she nibbled and sucked on Malcolm. After a pause, Tucker's probing fingers found her wetness and she jumped, her eyes opening wide with surprise. With a fond smile, Malcolm cupped her chin while Tucker made a satisfied noise.
Malcolm clutched the bedpost as Hoshi resumed sucking him off. Her arm started to tremble as she continued to support herself. Tucker grasped her waist, slipping her away from Malcolm, who gasped. Smiling, Tucker patted the pillow and nodded at Malcolm, who quickly discarded the rest of his clothing. As soon as Malcolm was ready, Hoshi mounted him. Tucker found the honey gel and smeared it on his hands and Malcolm's nipples. He leaned over and ran his tongue over Malcolm's body while Hoshi enjoyed the thick shaft inside of her.
Tucker walked behind Hoshi and slid his fingers against her clit, working it with fast, steady motions. Malcolm gasped her name and took her hand as she made soft little cries. Grabbing Tucker's hand, she came against him as Malcolm gasped. A moment later, he closed his eyes and collapsed, sweating. He withdrew from Hoshi and reached for her. They cuddled together and looked up at Tucker. Hoshi held out her hand. In Malcolm's arms, she could believe that he once loved her and Tucker. At that moment she knew that the three of them once possessed more than a kaleidoscope of memories and two iron collars around their necks.
Tucker shook his head. "Get out," he murmured, pushing Hoshi's hand away. "Both of you."
Startled, Hoshi pulled her borrowed shirt closer while Malcolm stared up at Tucker with a grim expression on his face.
"Go," Tucker said, waving them away. "We've got a long day ahead of us. You can both report to the ship in half an hour."
Hoshi gave Malcolm a bewildered look. Why would Tucker need a concubine on a warship?
Malcolm shook his head and opened the door. She followed him outside into the sunlight of the corridor, wondering if she had the courage to face Tucker again after her failure to kill him.
***
The black leather hugged her figure and the holster at her hip felt right somehow. Hoshi hated the big, ugly ship, though. It was as long as the castle and box-shaped. Inside it was dark and had a sterile, impersonal feel to it. No one had ever loved God's Hammer.
Gelir glared at her from the captain's chair. "What are you doing here?"
Malcolm took her elbow. "Tucker's orders. I suppose it's because she's good for morale." He slapped Hoshi's rear. "Lovely, isn't she?"
The muscular Torman shifted his gaze back to the console at his elbow. "If she keeps you from pawing me, Bara, then she's very useful."
Hoshi gave Malcolm a startled look. How many beds had the disguised man helped himself to over the last few days?
As if sensing her unasked questions, Malcolm tugged on his earring. "Let me give you the guided tour before we embark. I'm sure a pretty girl like you doesn't get out of the concubines' quarters much, eh?"
"We are all warriors this day, little Torman," Gelir said, looking up with an amused expression. "Even weak people like you will strike a blow for our revolution."
Hoshi trembled with rage, wanting to take her new pistol and kill this man who threatened to collar all of them against their will.
"You'd better go bed her before we liftoff," Gelir said to Malcolm. "I can see the fire in her eyes."
"Come on," Malcolm said, taking her arm. He led her to the lift and they ducked inside. "Deep breath."
Closing her eyes, Hoshi concentrated on breathing.
"I don't know why Tucker wanted you here."
She opened her eyes. "I was going to kill him when you knocked on the door this morning."
Blanching, Malcolm took hold of her shoulder. "My God, Hoshi." Gently, he pulled her into his arms. After a bit of resistance, she buried her face in his chest. "I want to be me again. I don't want to be a slave."
"Shh," Malcolm said into her hair. "I'm going to do my best to get you out of here."
She pulled away and looked into his eyes. "You love Tucker."
He tilted his head. "And I told you, I love you, too, Hoshi. Unfortunately, my love for both of you has nothing to do with the mission at hand."
The lift door slid open and they walked out into the corridor.
***
The engine room was a cold, quiet place. She hadn't expected the silence, because her jumbled memories throbbed with the vibrant engines of that other ship Malcolm spoke of, Enterprise.
God's Hammer moved into a high orbit over the planet. Gelir wanted to put the ship through its paces before unleashing its might upon his disobedient world. While eavesdropping on the crew of mercenaries, Hoshi learned that most of the planet rejected Gelir's violent rebellion against the lawful prince, though the monarch and his dead ministers were much despised for their political corruption.
Sweat trickled down Tucker's face as he made an adjustment at a console. "Take it, motherfucker. I hate you, you know that?"
Clutching her pistol, Hoshi risked another peek at him from behind the cargo container she'd hidden behind when Malcolm was distracted an hour ago. Tucker's face flushed and he pounded his fist on the bulkhead. So far, he'd given no indication that he knew that she was there. Thankfully, the rest of the engine room was empty of people.
The past didn't matter, she told herself. As a Torman, she had to think about the future. Gelir meant to enslave them all. Using all her strength, she fought against her collar and found her resolve to take action against this terrible despot. To kill a snake, you start with one part at a time, she thought. Her instincts told her that Tucker was the snake Gelir's heart.
"Bridge to Engine Room," Gelir's voice said over the intercom. "That human ship I warned you about is moving in. Where is that shielding you promised me?"
"It's coming," Tucker snapped.
"I'm sending Bara down to help you," Gelir said in an irritated voice. "I'm sure that fool Archer won't fire on me, but I don't want to risk him interfering with the attack on Kol-nat. Gelir out."
Tucker grabbed something from his toolbox and slammed it against the console. "Fuck!"
Heart pounding, Hoshi stepped out of her hiding place and aimed at Tucker's torso.
The door slid open. "Hoshi, no!" Malcolm yelled.
She fired as a yellow beam of light streaked towards her. Tucker threw himself aside as the shot hit Hoshi's stomach, throwing her backwards.
Sobbing with pain, she stared up at Malcolm, who crossed the room to pull her in his arms.
"God damn you, Hoshi Sato," Malcolm said in a torn voice. "I wanted to get you off of this bloody ship. I didn't expect to use a Torman disruptor on you, love."
Tucker walked over to them. "What have you done?" he whispered. "Those disruptors I gave you earlier are set to kill. I set them myself."
Once again the door slid open, revealing Gelir and a pair of hired Andorian guards. "Where the hell are my shields, Tucker?"
Hoshi fought to keep her eyes open as Malcolm cradled her. Tucker gave her a stricken look.
"There aren't any shields," Tucker said, rising to his feet.
"What do you mean?" Gelir asked, moving closer to him.
Tucker stared at him for a long moment. The ship started to shake and Gelir fell into his arms.
"What have you done?" Gelir demanded, tugging on Tucker's collar.
It fell apart in his hands. Tucker smiled and Gelir scrambled away from him.
"Well, look at that," Tucker said in a voice heavy with irony, "Seems like I'm a free man."
"Sir," said one of the Andorians with a scanner in his hand, "I'm detecting an explosive device somewhere in this room."
Tucker whipped around. "Malcolm?"
"Trip?" Malcolm asked, bewildered. "We don't have much time."
Hoshi tried to raise herself, but the pain was overwhelming. Her shoulder was on fire.
Gelir grabbed the gun out of his holster and shot Tucker with it. Malcolm scrambled to his feet as Hoshi tried to raise her gun.
"You have ten minutes if you want to live," Malcolm said, aiming at Gelir's forehead. "I have that long to disarm my explosives."
Gelir stared at Tucker, crumpled at his feet, then at Hoshi, and finally at Malcolm. "So this is what you were up to all this time, human? You were hiding in front of my very face. Clever, very clever. The prisoners I tortured when I took the castle told me there was a third one of you, but no one could describe you to me."
Malcolm tilted his head. "I'm easy to recognize. I'm the desperate man. What will it be Gelir? Do you want to save your own life or shall we all die here on your bloody warship?"
Hoshi crawled over to Tucker and pulled him into her arms. He was still as the silent heart of the deadly ship.
Gelir smiled. "I'll take my chances."
His sudden shot threw Malcolm against the far bulkhead.
Hoshi closed her eyes and began to pray as God's Hammer shuddered once again.
~the end~
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