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Archive-name: Fantasy/conted2.txt
Archive-author: The Phantom
Archive-title: Continuing Education, part 2 of 4

 
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The holosuite program was not what it was before.  There was no
jasmine, no rolling hills or soft breezes, only black sky studded
with stars, and presenting a huge and awe-inspiring ringed planet to
the observer.  It was in crescent phase, its rings edge-on, like a
tightly drawn iridescent bow with an arrow of silver.   Julian looked
down at his feet; the rock under them was also iridescent, and each
thing, himself included, cast two complementary shadows, one from the
distant cold sun and one from the shining jewel overhead, far
brighter than the star that illuminated it.

Ten feet before him was another bubbling hot pool, a must, he
realized when he again awoke stiff and sore, after any lesson.  As he
lowered himself past the mist into the water, he looked overhead.  He
missed the jasmine, he concluded, but here the view was better.

He had awoken in slightly better shape than the time before, as his
hands had not been bound, but his muscles were still tired and stiff.
There had been no sign of his Lady; only Rala was with him, curled up
and sleeping beside him.  For a long time, he had simply lain there,
watching the other man sleep, watching his chest rise and fall,
fleeting expressions dawning and passing over his face as he dreamed.
His sandy hair was still stuck to his brow in some places, though the
ringlets it made were not as distinctive as on his own head; Rala's
hair was already quite curly.  He was on his side, one hand under his
cheek, one arm thrown forward, his legs drawn up.

His hand ran lightly over the other man's sandy hair so as not to
awaken him from slumber, and again he felt the first amazement swell
in him.  He shook his head, and as if in sympathy Rala's moved in
sleep, back and forth under Julian's hand.

Another man, he thought to himself.  Like me.  He closed his eyes and
thought back to the tight heavy embrace the three of them had shared,
how it had nearly overwhelmed him until he relaxed into it and
allowed it to do so.  Until he welcomed being overwhelmed.  His
Lady's velvety hard body beneath his, accepting as he vanished inside
her.  Rala's behind him, again like his, as he accepted.  As he gave
the embrace, opened himself and allowed someone inside instead of
being the one accepted.

Again, he shook his head, and realized that he had lain there for
nearly a half an hour, just watching the other man in sleep and
thinking quietly to himself.  His body had grown even more stiff and
uncomfortable.  Yawning, he rose and wandered into the holosuite,
hoping that the spa was still in memory as he knew his muscles would
seize up without it.

It was; in fact, it was up and running, as if his Lady had
anticipated it before she had gone to wherever she was -- probably
Quark's, he mused.  A wry smile curved his lips; she had better not
get or give another knife wound while he was here!  He stood admiring
the program for some time and unfastened the collar at his neck; the
chain made light chittering noises as it fell against the stone.

And now, he was relaxed against the side of the warm pool, his head
leaned back, his body gradually softening and relaxing as the
bubbling melted into him.  He inhaled and dropped his head below the
water line, feeling the water over his face and hearing the rushing
in his ears.  Normally, his spare body did not float easily; swimming
did not come naturally to him.  Here, though . . . he mused idly that
there was probably a sufficient concentration of mineral salts in the
water to render him buoyant as he felt himself rise.  Opening his
mouth, he could taste it was so.

Allowing himself to go completely limp, he simply laid back on the
water and let it cradle him, his arms and legs drifting slowly
downward and his face and upper chest well clear of the water.  It
filled his ears, though, and he was surrounded by the subdued
rumblings of the bubbling spa.  He felt himself beginning to drop off
again, and allowed his mind to drift into a state somewhere between
wakefulness and sleep, lazily dozing.  Several times, his eyes
drifted open and the view of the immensity overhead intruded itself
upon him.  He simply let himself drift, occasionally bumping into the
sides of the pool and pondering the magnificence he saw.

The entrance to the holosuite slid open, and he righted himself in
the water; it was Rala, looking as sleepy as he probably had when he
had first entered.  Without knowing why, he reached to the edge and
drew himself there, to where the rock surrounding the pool could
cover him, whether out of modesty or uncertainty he could not have
said.  He wouldn't have imagined that modesty would be possible for
him after what had happened, but admitted to himself that this was
still quite new to him.  "Hello," he said, quiet and low.

Rala rubbed his eyes.  "Hello, Doctor."  He yawned and stretched.
Julian swallowed, still nervous without the calming presence of his
Lady, and watched the other man's body, watched his muscles outlined
under his fair skin as he stretched.  He felt himself shiver, despite
the warm water.  "Do you mind if I join you?"

Julian shook his head, and swallowed again.  "Go ahead.  You probably
need it as much as I do."  He was nervous and could feel the watery
feeling in his joints, cursing it and asking himself why.  He had
held this man inside his own body; why was he shivering?  He could
not tear his eyes from Rala as the other man stepped into the pool
opposite him and lowered himself into the water.  He smiled at
Julian, who smiled back and lowered his eyes.  Heat rose to his
cheeks, and he hoped that it was lost in the flushing brought by the
warmth of the water.  "How are you feeling?" he asked still looking
down through the water.

"A little sore but not too bad."  Rala stretched again.  "It makes a
big difference when you are not bound."

"Yes, it does."

"And you?"

He shook his head.  "Just a little tired."  His eyes rose to Rala's
face again, then dropped demurely.  Rala chuckled and appeared to
read his mind.

"Thanks to your Lady," he replied.  When Julian didn't reply, though,
he nodded.  "And," he added softly, "thanks to me."  He was rewarded
with a blush that he could just make out through skin already flushed
by warmth.  "You are still . . . " he trailed off.

Julian's voice was soft, barely there.  "I guess I am," he replied.

"Uncomfortable?" Rala asked.  The other man's eyes rose to his.

"No . . . "  His gaze was earnest.  "Just . . . uncertain."  His slim
shoulders rose in the undulating water in another shrug.  "It's not
what I'm used to," he amended.  Rala's smile became very gentle.

"But . . . " he prodded.  He watched the doctor prepare his words,
eyes yet cast down with such astonishing long lashes, his dark hair
glistening over deep wet skin, and felt the same amazement he had
felt during the lesson.  Doctor, he told Julian in his mind, you are
so very beautiful.

The other man's eyes rose then, and he saw the expression on Rala's
face, the way he was looking at him.  After a moment, he returned the
gaze, held it firm.  "But," he finished, "I have been . . . curious,
I guess."

Rala's smile became quite boyish at this.  "Curious?  How?"

Julian smiled back.  "There were two people next door to my room in
the Academy; they went into epidemiology.  Well, one did.  The other
ended up in high energy physics.  And they were married."

"And they were . . . " Rala prodded again.  Julian's gaze did not
drop this time; he only looked back at Rala as if to say, I wish
you'd stop doing that.

"They were both men.  There were also three women and two men in a
group marriage on the hospital staff there."  Rala lowered himself
even further into the water as he listened.  "I wondered . . . but
the opportunity never came up."  Another languid shrug.  "I've just
been attracted to women."

"As you should be; they are beautiful people," Rala responded.  "But,
it is a pity you have restricted yourself thus far."

"I . . . hadn't thought of it as a restriction," Julian replied.
"Until now."

Rala did not speak immediately, only digested this.  Then, "Doctor,
have I just been complimented?"

Julian mimed Rala's own impish grin.  "I suppose you have."  The grin
widened, and he felt himself relaxing in the other man's presence.
"It's just that I . . . "  He trailed off, and laughed at himself.
"This is just all very new for me, Rala."  His arm rose out of the
bubbles and he made a motion indicating himself.

Rala's eyes softened.  "There is, Doctor, a first time for every-
thing."  It was his turn to shrug.  "This was yours."  Julian gazed
silently at Rala for long moments.

"What of yours?"

"My what?"

"Your first time."

Rala chuckled again, and Julian felt himself shiver at the sound, low
and rich and delicious, despite the warmth.  "Doctor, Ishtarian
culture is rather different from yours.  There is never any question
of preference between the sexes; we enjoy complete freedom.  As such,
I cannot clearly recall my `first time'."

"You are Ishtarian?" he asked in amazement.

"Yes," Rala replied easily, still smiling.  "You did not think that
only women were from Ishtar, did you?"

Julian felt a blaze of something he could not place.  "Then, are
you . . . her consort?"  He held his arms in front of him, a guard
against what Rala would say.  He did not like the thought of
jealousy.

"No, Doctor, I am not.  I am a pupil, such as yourself."

"No, not such as me," said Julian.  "I could never . . . teach
another person."

Rala considered this, and shook his head very deliberately.  "I think
you could.  And," he indicated the outer room with his head, "she
does as well.  This is not the only lesson for you this time, Doctor.
There are many things to learn, many things she wishes to teach you."

An inquiring expression met his.  "Did she tell you that?"

"Yes, she did."  Rala leaned forward then, toward Julian, who watched
as one fair arm lifted out of the water, one fair hand laid itself
against his cheek.  "She also told me that you were beautiful, and
she was right."  Warm, wet fingers caressed his jaw, his neck, and
ran slowly over his chest, beneath the bubbling water.  "You are a
very beautiful young man, Doctor."

Julian did not know what to say to this.  He lowered his eyes again,
following Rala's hand, still caressing him.  Then, it was gone, and
Rala leaned back against the side of the spa, opposite him again.
Julian looked up at him, felt the distance separating them acutely.
Unable to think of a thing to say, he simply laid back and rested his
head against the side of the spa, letting the bubbling permeate him.
For several minutes, he remained that way, with thoughts unspoken
running through his mind.  He felt a shift against him, saw through
closed lids the light from the ringed planet overheard change, and
opened his eyes to see Rala bending over him, one hand cupping his
jaw, silhouetted against the glorious view.  Rala's face dipped
closer, and they kissed as the warm water caressed them both, and as
the sightless planet looked down on them, ignored and forgotten as
they enjoyed each other, as Julian felt warmth and gentle scruff at
his chin, as Rala felt the other man's soft lips, fresh and taut with
sweetness as summer grapes, give gently under his tongue.

Rala pulled back, and felt a tugging inside him at the expression of
the man beneath him, at the dark eyes, aroused and wondering.  Julian
sat up against Rala, his own hands reaching to the other man's neck.

And he dunked him.

Rala's head vanished, and the last thing Julian saw was a very
surprised expression, and two wide cornflower blue eyes.  He released
him quickly, and Rala came up laughing as a grinning Julian watched.
"I was waiting for that," he said, laughing and wiping the water out
of his eyes.  "I was waiting for the opportunity to do" -- and
quickly, he reached for Julian, and returned the favor.  Julian came
up sputtering and laughing as well, and reached back for Rala.
Within a matter of seconds, the little spa was furious with activity
as they wrestled, laughing and dunking and grasping at each other in
a tangle of fair and dark arms and legs and bodies, splashing plenty
of water out of the pool until the spa was forced to compensate.
Laughter and gasping punctuated the playful roughhousing as one or
the other of them would break the surface and hook an arm or a leg
around part of the other, throwing him off balance.  Julian had just
gotten his arm around Rala's thigh and pulled it out from under him,
throwing the other man lightly onto his back and slapping the water
in front of him for the splash.  Rala threw his arms up to guard
against the water and disappeared under the surface to wrap his arms
around Julian's waist in a rugby grip and tug him under as well.
Panting and still smiling, they floated to the surface, still in that
position.  They were yet laughing lightly, looking at one another and
smiling like little boys, Julian on his back and Rala at his side,
his arms around the other man's slender waist.  They bumped up
against the side of the spa, and Julian reached behind his head and
tugged himself close to the edge, resting himself against it, still
getting his breath back, still smiling.

Rala was doing the same, one hand yet on Julian's chest and the other
propping himself up against the shallow bottom of the spa; the bottom
sloped up toward the edges of the water, and was deepest at the
center.  For a long time, they just laid there, the smiles lingering
on their faces, catching their breath, a few chuckles still surfacing
in their throats.

Julian could still feel the smile curving his lips, and inhaled
deeply once, and again, to get his wind back.  He blinked a few times
to clear the water from his eyes and just laid back, gazing up at
Rala who was lying beside him, propped up on an elbow and looking
back at him.  His smile had changed from one of playfulness to one of
wonder, and he was unaware of it as he reached his hand out to touch
Rala's chest, strong and broad, far broader than his own slim chest.
His hand wandered up to the other man's neck, caressed the skin
there, wrapped around it.  Slowly, he pulled Rala's face closer to
his, aware that his breathing rate had increased again, and that he
was warmer than could be explained by their rough and tumble play.
With his dark eyes on Rala's light ones, their lips touched, lightly.
Once, twice, three times they kissed gently, their mouths moving
against each other's.  Julian pulled back; so did Rala.  Each saw the
same expression in the other's eyes, the same desire shining there.
Julian felt himself falling into the blue of Rala's eyes, and Rala
felt himself becoming lost in the oak brown of Julian's own large
eyes.

Their mouths met again, more hungrily, and the kiss deepened.  They
drew close, into a tight and wanting embrace, pressing their bodies
together.  As the sounds of the bubbling spa gave way to the
delicious and erotic sounds of their mouths, their lips and tongues,
against one another, as the mineral heavy scent of the water gave way
to the scent of the other man, as the warmth of the spa faded behind
the warmth of the skin against his, Julian again felt the same
electrifying jolt that he had felt initially, realizing that he held
a man in his arms, that it was a man he was pleasing, that was
pleasing him.  He lost himself in the sizzle as it ran through him,
until there was nothing he knew but the feel of Rala's warm skin
against his.

The embrace tightened, became deeper.  Passion engulfed them.
Julian's hands wandered down from Rala's neck to his back, his waist,
running over the man's round buttocks.  Pressing himself against
Rala, he ran his hands over creamy hips, feeling himself against the
man's sex, feeling himself becoming rigid against it, feeling Rala
doing the same.  He moaned lightly against Rala's mouth, still unable
to believe what was happening.  Long fingers twined tightly in Rala's
sandy curls, and his training in control and patience fled completely
as he devoured the other man's mouth.  He wanted to give Rala what he
had been given, touch him as deeply as he had been touched, though
his gibbering mind was not aware of it.  Only his body was active,
and coherent thought was not part of his motivation as he wrapped
himself around Rala's firm body, spooning against his back, as he
reached around to take the other man gently in his hand . . .

"Wait, Doctor."  It was Rala, eyes closed, lips parted in eagerness.
"Beautiful Doctor . . . "  He, too, was barely able to speak as he
leaned over the edge of the spa, his upper body supported against the
luminescent stone.

"Wait?"  All his wanting came through his voice; Julian did not want
to wait.  "Rala, I want to be in you now . . . "  His chest pressed
against the other man's shining back, and his tongue ran over his
skin; heat from the moist flesh wreathed his face, mingling with the
steam of the spa.  His hands, moving surely, clasped at the other
man, tugging gently and caressing, feeling him grow firm between his
palms.

"Yes, and I want you in me as well . . . "  The other man reached out
and produced seemingly from nowhere another of the ubiquitous little
jars; Julian knew what would be inside.  Nimbly, Rala turned until he
was facing Julian, and the mad arousal in fair eyes matched that in
dark ones.  He opened the jar, losing the lid in the bubbling water.
"This . . . " he began, but then lost his thoughts as he saw the
beautiful face at his, the burning feline eyes.  Julian pressed
himself forward into Rala, enjoying the way his body bent gently back
against the stone, feeling Rala's firmness pressing into his own as
his hips jutted forward.  Then, Rala disappeared, lowering himself
until his face was level with Julian's own hips.  He took out a
little ball of the sweet white cream and, as Julian gasped in
astonishment, began to apply it to the waiting sex before his mouth
with his tongue.  Fighting the mad urge to thrust himself more deeply
between Rala's lips, Julian simply allowed the other man to finish,
gripping the stone ledge in front of him until his knuckles paled,
keeping his body rigid against the voices that sang at him to drive
himself into the other man's throat.

The sensation ceased, and Rala was once again at his face, amazed at
the beauty and lithe sensuality of the Starfleet officer before him.
"Control," Julian said simply, as a mantra.  Rala kissed him gently.

"That is for lessons, Doctor."  Their hard masculine chests pressed
together.  "I am not a teacher, but a peer."  For a moment, the
wanting had him in its grasp as well, and he allowed his eyes to run
over and around the dark slim body.  He turned around and presented
himself prone against the shimmering rocks, his back and fair
buttocks shining from sweat and warm water.  His choirboy face peered
demurely over one shoulder.  "You may be . . . wild . . . with me."

Julian's eyes drank in the sight of the strong body lying before him,
the lovely round peach presented to him, and he could barely recall
his own name.  His universe had narrowed to naught but himself, and
Rala.  Slowly, his hands roved over the other man, caressing the
perfect buttocks, wondering at what he was about to do.  Gently, as
if in a dream, he pressed himself against them, feeling the tight
entrance, feeling it relax slightly against the pressure.  With
hypersensitive awareness, he felt himself sliding inside, felt as the
head of his sex was swallowed up, felt as Rala tightened around him,
tighter than anything he had even experienced before.  Lights danced
before his eyes, and he was unaware of his voice, his expression of
astonishment.  With tender delicacy, he continued, pushing firmly
until he had disappeared completely inside the other man.  He felt as
Rala grasped at him, tightening further, and he fell forward against
the wet skin shining in front of him.

Rala had begun to push himself against Julian, his soft buttocks
rising to the other man's hips, and in response Julian began to
undulate himself against Rala's body, feeling the waves of tension
and release against his sex.  Rala's moans nearly dissolved him into
a pool of nothing but mad want, but taking control of himself, he
lifted his upper body until it was nearly straight, and began to rock
his hips with more force, pressing where he knew it would be most
sensitive.  Rala gasped.

"I . . . "  His fair head flew backwards, lips parted, and his words
were lost in delighted moans.  "You said you had never . . . how did
you . . . ?"  He could say nothing further, but only clutch at the
stone sill underneath him, and buck against Julian as the other man
found his most sensitive places.

Julian continued rocking himself against the beautiful prone body,
and found it within himself to speak.  "Rala," he managed to say,
"I'm not a doctor for nothing, you know."  The other man laughed.

"Oh, yes . . . "

And the rest of his words were swallowed up in passion as Julian gave
himself to the wildness that Rala had spoken of.  He wanted it to
last, wanted so badly for it to last for hours, for days, but knew
his own limitations.  He knew that this was so new, so thrillingly
erotic, that the barest of releases on his part would send him well
past the point of no return.  Julian tried to tell Rala this, tried
to apologize for his eagerness, but could not squeeze the words past
his open lips.  All he felt was the clutching, the smooth skin
beneath his hands, the bubbling warm water all around his legs, all
he heard the delighted low moans of his partner, all he knew the
sensations flowing over and through him.

His eyes opened fractionally, tilted feline slits, and he smiled
tenderly as he saw Rala's body writhe; he recalled how it felt to
hold someone inside him, and wanted to give that to Rala, wanted to
repay him a thousand times over.  Rala's upper body rose until the
other man was propped up on his hands, and Julian leaned forward,
nuzzling his neck.  He had just taken a few strands of damp curly
hair between his lips, tugging gently, when the holosuite entrance
slid open yet again, to reveal his Lady, her sinuous body uncovered,
her expression tender.  Both men paused, facing the entrance, Rala
smiling slightly when he saw who it was, Julian peeking demurely over
one fair wet shoulder.

She stood in the entrance for a few moments.  "I wondered where you
two had gotten to," she said with great affection.  She entered the
`suite, walking over to one pillar of shimmering stone.  The two men
said nothing, but she could hear Rala suppress a chuckle, see just
out the corner of her eye as Julian jabbed him in the ribs, wearing
another of the impish grins he seemed to have found since he arrived.

Draped over the pillar was a wrap that seemed to be made of liquid
light and flickered in her hands as she picked it up.  "I thought I
left this here," she remarked, and she tossed it over her shoulders
with grace.  In the spa, Julian rocked himself just a fraction of an
inch against Rala, making the other man writhe.  Rala turned to look
at him, and could only laugh at his delighted grin and dancing brows.

"So," she said to the two of them, grinning like a sprite as she
paused at the entrance.  "What have you two been up to since I've
been gone?"

At first Rala only lowered his eyes, but then he lifted them to peer
incredulously over his shoulder as Julian replied brightly, "Oh,
nothing."  Dark eyes twinkled mischievously until Rala squeezed at
him hard, making his eyes close and his hands grip at well-muscled
upper arms.

"Ah," she replied.  "Well," she added, tying the sash at her waist,
"I suppose I'll leave and let you two get back to . . . nothing."
Her gaze lingered gently for a few moments on the elfin and smiling
Julian, and then she was gone.  Silence hung in the air of the little
`suite for several moments, broken only by the everpresent bubbling
of the water, and then it was dissipated by delighted laughter.

"Nothing?" Rala echoed and stuck out his tongue.

Julian nipped gently at it with his teeth.  "Oh, shut up and enjoy
yourself."  Another firm rock of his hips, and both men once again
began to dissolve in one another's arousal.

Their Lady stopped for a moment in the outer room, and shook her head
in amused satisfaction as she heard her pupils' laughter through the
thick door.

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

For the thousandth time, Julian bit down on his lips, stopping the
irrepressible whistling that had begun to grate on even his nerves.
That, the finger tapping, the bounce under his heels . . . he felt as
if he were completely energized and had felt so ever since reporting
in.  And he knew exactly why.

His appointments had gone well all morning long, and a glance up at
the wall chrono told him that lunchtime was nearing.  Taking a small
breather in the time between appointments, he let his eyes wander
around the infirmary, the lights reflecting back at him in sparkles
and slashes against metal, ceramic, and glass.  Idly, he leaned his
elbows against the chest-high counter behind him, crossed his feet at
the ankles, knit his hands over his chest, and felt a grin surface.
His fingers had begun to tap arrhythmically at his sternum when a
tinny beep behind him signalled that the incubator had finished with
the bacterial sample he had placed there fifteen minutes earlier.
Spinning in place, he removed it with a flourish, and waltzed across
the room to the analyzer, humming tunelessly to himself.  The damned
thing had always annoyed him before, as it was located at knee level
and required him to crouch down to place or remove anything inside,
but its position gave him an excuse for another flourish when, after
placing the bacterial sample inside, he stood, turned around, and
closed the access panel with a crisp bang via a light and airy
dancer's kick.

"Well, you seem to be in a good mood today."  He spun at the voice,
and saw a brightly smiling Dax entering the infirmary.  She stopped
and regarded him with one brow raised.

"Really?" he replied, grinning back at her, eyes sparkling.  "I
hadn't noticed."

Dax walked further into the room.  "You've been like this all day,
Julian."  She leaned herself against the examining table, and crossed
her arms over her chest, giving him the Trill version of a
significant look.  "Anything special?"

He stood still for a moment, then returned her impudent expression to
her, raising one brow.  Tapping his hands against the sides of his
thighs, he replied, "Jadzia, I have no idea what you're talking
about."

"Ah."  She nodded, then moved off the table.  "Well then, are those
samples I asked you to break down finished yet?"

"Not quite.  I just placed the last one in the analyzer now; it
should be done in . . . "  He was interrupted by yet another tinny
beep.  "Oh, right about now, I should think."  Together, they walked
to the display panel for the device.  "There you go," he told her.
"Do you have a tricorder ready to take this?"

"Right here," Dax replied, taking the one she held in her hands up
and plugging it into the wall socket at the front of the analyzer,
and looked back at Julian.  "You're still doing it."

"Doing what?" he said, infuriatingly vague.

"Grinning like that," she told him, one of her own little grins
threatening to widen further.

"Like what?" he asked, and she got the distinct feeling that he knew
exactly what she was talking about.

"Oh, nothing."  Pulling the tricorder out of the wall, she exited the
infirmary, but not before saying breezily, "Cheer up, too.  You've
been in such an awful mood today, you know."  The door shushed open
and closed over her parting smile, leaving a grinning Julian behind.

He looked at the wall chrono and saw that lunchtime had indeed
arrived.  Finally!  Tossing his smock onto a lab table, he exited
in the general direction of Quark's after leaving the computer
instructions on where to reach him in case of an emergency.

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Copyright 1993(c) by the author.

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