Title: Dude looks like
a lady
Author: kira
Rating: Older Teen
Characters:
Renkotsu/Jakotsu
Genre, AU/Canon, etc.: general, Klingon AU
Words:
444
Summary: The longest turbo-lift ride ever…
Warnings:
none
Author's notes: Special thanks to my beta, Jen for "pinking" this for me.
FYI: This is a new 'verse for me that started with an old school Star Trek spoof called, "The Trouble with Flibbles," in which I cast the Bo7 as Klingons.
Par'mach is the Klingon word for mate/fiancée/paramour.
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Renkotsu took the turbo-lift to the bridge. The Barrel of Sake's first officer was enjoying the ride by himself, and groaned softly when it stopped after only a few floors. The doors shwooshed open to reveal the ship's gender bending science officer.
Oh hell! Renkotsu growled softly as Jakotsu sashayed inside.
"Hey, Ren!" he chirped.
The Barrel of Sake's first office grunted noncommittally in reply. Kahless, please keep that idiot's mouth closed…Renkotsu allowed himself a tight little smile when his prayers were answered. Instead of chatting him up, Jakotsu seemed more interested in primping, using the polished turbo-lift walls as a mirror. Unfortunately, the silence got to him and he found himself staring at Jakotsu.
Renkotsu had to admit that from behind, the young Klingon warrior looked like a woman. He supposed the female officer's uniform helped sell the illusion. Then again, the way he had his hair piled up on top of his head was also girly. As he stared, The Barrel of Sake's first officer wondered why any Klingon male would want to be a woman. They were wild, tempestuous creatures and it was a test of a man's strength to court one, but Jakotsu was soft, pliable, and gentle to a fault in the company of their captain, Bankotsu. He was also known to squeal like a lovesick targ whenever he recited love poetry to him.
Finished primping, Jakotsu faced forward. He was keenly aware of his superior officer's surreptitious appraisal of him. His crimson lips curled upwards in a pretty smile. The young Klingon was vain enough to enjoy the attention, even if they were both pretending it was not happening. He knew he was different and well outside the Klingon norm, but he did not care. His "lil dumpling" liked him that way and said he was exotic and much more fun than a real Klingon woman. Besides, Jakotsu viewed it as game of sorts, and it gave him a certain amount of freedom most Klingons never had.
Renkotsu noticed the smile and wondered what thoughts were echoing around his captain's par'mach's empty head. Probably thinking about what disgusting display he can talk the captain into… What Bankotsu sees in him, not even Kahless the Great knows… He's dumber than an Azzhrazian slime worm even if he's prettier than a Hakureian firebird…
They rode the turbo-lift in uncharacteristic silence, to which Renkotsu was eternally grateful. For once in his life,hefound it pleasant to be in Jakotsu's company, until his fellow officer opened his mouth.
"Whatchya lookin' at?"
"Nothing…" Renkotsu replied dryly as the turbo-lift's doors opened.
Jakotsu winked knowingly at him, before sashaying onto the bridge.