A/N: I have never written anything like this before, so I'm a bit out of my comfort zone on this one. *WARNING! Extreame sexual content. Bondage, SM. Some serious "Fifty Shades" red room shit going on here. M/M/M. If you're not into that, or offended, stop here. You have been warned*

A/N 2: Didn't put this through editing, sorry for any spelling errors.

When I'm Gone

Chapter 1

The situation had Jon seething. Such a security breach on HIS ship! How could something like this happen? Hoshi caught onto a transmission coming from somewhere on board. It's destination...the Romulan Empire!

Malcolm immediately sprang into action, suggesting that every inch of the ship be checked for a secret communication device. This would mean that crew quarters were to be thoroughly searched as well. Jon didn't like the idea of searching the crew's private domain, but it was necessary. No one...absolutely no one would be above suspension. Not even the Captain.

Jon sat on his bed and watched as the security detail searched his room. Malcolm, being the only one with clearance, searched his computer. He had to admit they were thorough, even checking Porthos' bed and food.

As one of the other security officers went to Jon's closet to search, Jon suddenly jumped up from his bed and blocked the junior Lieutenant's action. "You don't need to look in there. Nothing but clothes."

This got everyone's attention and they all eyed him suspiciously. "Captain." Malcolm began. "We have to search everything. It's your own orders."

"I know what my orders are, Lieutenant. You just don't have to look in there...that's all. Nothing but clothes."

"If it's nothing but clothes, what's the problem then? Captain, please step to the side so my men can search. The faster we get this done, the faster we'll be out of your hair."

"Malcolm...you really don't need to check in there. Ok?"

"What are you hiding? I really hate to think that you're the spy, and I have no taste to put my Captain in the brig. Now please step aside, sir."

"Malcolm...it's...confidential." Jon glanced at the other security staff.

Malcolm looked at his security staff and jerked his head towards the door. After they left, he turned to the Captain. "Alright, they're gone now. Please step aside...sir."

"Malcolm. Do you really have to?"

"Yes sir, I do. Don't you realize how suspicious you're actions look right now? Captain, I've served under you too long to know that you're not a spy, but I still have to carry out my duty. I don't understand why you're being so difficult about this."

"It's just...just...there's personal stuff in there."

"Ooohhkaayy. Well...whatever it is will stay between us. My word as an officer and gentlemen."

Jon rolled his eyes and let out a groan. "Just keep it to yourself...ok. That's an order."

"Understood sir. Now please step to the side."

Jon reluctantly stepped away and sat back down on the bed. He watched as Malcolm opened the closet door. Malcolm looked into the closet, a bit confused. All he saw were the Captain's uniforms and some civilian clothes.

As Malcolm shuffled the clothes around, trying to figure out why his Captain was so urgent in his need for privacy, he heard the hollow thump in a space of the back wall of the closet.

Malcolm pushed the clothes aside and examined the wall. He noticed a small hole, big enough to put a finger through. A secret hiding space? Malcolm thought as he slipped his finger in the hole and gave a pull.

Once he pulled the false panel open, his eyes grew very wide as he heard Jon groan. He slowly looked over his shoulder, in shock at his Captain. "What kind of weird stuff are you in to?"

Jon rolled his eyes. "Ok. You looked and didn't find any communication device. Can you just go now?"

"Oh hell no! I think I need an explanation about...this!" Malcolm said as he pulled out a leather riding crop.

"I don't need to explain anything to you. It's none of your business...Lieutenant."

"Oh yes you do. If you're torturing your crew...it is my business."

"I'm not torturing my crew. You should know better." Jon replied with a note of anger in his voice.

"Ok then...so what the hell is all this then?"

Jon rolled his eyes again and let out a huff. "Trip likes it rough...ok."

"Shit man! There's rough then there's...well...whatever the hell this is!" Malcolm said as he pulled out what looked like a vicious mid-evil multi-tentacle whip made of thin chains, with what looked like sharp bits of razors attached along its length.

On further inspection, Malcolm realized that the metal was lightweight and the bits that looked like razors weren't sharp at all. Maybe enough to sting a bit, but not inflict any serious harm.

"Hey...don't knock it until you try it." Jon retorted.

"Hmm..." Malcolm turned back to the secret closet and began inspecting the other items. Jon watched intently as Malcolm ran his hand across the array of leather-clad paddles, a couple of ball gags, a few sets of hand and ankle cuffs. Malcolm's pupils dilated, his breathing a little heavier, and biting at his lower lip. He's intrested. Curious. Maybe...willing? Could he be the one? Jon thought.

Malcolm didn't hear Jon get up from the bed or slide in behind him as he picked up an odd object. It looked like a type of opened "glove" that would strap around the wrist as small chains would affix the end pieces to the fingertips. The tips of the fingers were pointed and sharp, filed into what could be considered as claws.

Malcolm's heart jumped when he heard Jon's deep, husky voice in his ear. "Trip likes to be scratched. Do you like to be scratched, Malcolm?"

Malcolm was shaking, his lips trembled as he cleared his throat. "Yes. I like the feel of nails on my back." He breathlessly responded.

Jon took the item from him and slipped it onto his hand. Malcolm could hear the metal moving as Jon made the adjustments to secure it in place. The sounds made his heart beat faster and his breath shallow.

Jon's voice still in his ear as he quietly whispered. "Would you like to feel these nails on your back?"

Malcolm's entire body felt like it was being electrified as the shivers from Jon's breath ran through him and the thought of how those claw-like nails would feel on his skin. "Yes...please." He whispered.

Jon slipped his hand under the back of Malcolm's uniform shirt and he shuddered in anticipation as Jon's hand moved up to the top of his back. Slowly, softly he felt the claws drag against his skin as Jon's claw-clad hand moved back downward. He couldn't help the moan that escaped from him as Jon's warm breath continued to invade his ear.

Jon looked over Malcolm's shoulder and saw the hardness forming in his pants. "Ever been with a man before, Malcolm?"

Malcolm's voice trembled. "Yes."

The claws suddenly dug deeper, causing a slight bit more pain. "Yes...what?" Jon's strong voice demanded in his ear.

"Yes...Captain."

The claws dug deeper. "Wrong response. Yes, what?"

"Yes...sir?" Malcolm wasn't sure if this would be the correct response either as he made it more a question than a statement.

He heard the sucking of air through Jon's teeth as the claws softened their grip. Jon's voice was thick and quite, his breath so warm in his ear. "That's what I like to hear. Do you like this, Malcolm? Do you like the thought of me touching you like this?"

Malcolm's breath shuddered as he inhaled. "Yes sir."

"Mmm. Good. I won't deny that I've had the thought of having you like this. Something for you to think about." Jon suddenly pulled his hand out of Malcolm's shirt and stepped back. In a snap, his voice suddenly went from the lustful, wanting man to the professional Captain. "Get control of yourself, Lieutenant, and then you are dismissed."

Malcolm watched as Jon calmly removed the metal claws from his hand, putting it back in its proper place before closing the false wall and rearranging his clothes to their place in his closet.

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Malcolm and his team spent the next several hours searching crew quarters, but Malcolm couldn't stop thinking about what occurred in his Captain's quarters. Everytime he thought about it, an exhilarating rush came to him. The thought of the claws digging into him, what the feel of being spanked with one of the paddles would be like, and oh! What would Jon do to him if he were restrained by those cuffs? It made concentrating on his job very difficult.

They had found the spy. An ensign that had been transferred to the ship three months ago. Malcolm spent the following two days changing security codes, investigating what information the spy had revealed to the Romulans and added more security protocols to critical areas of the ship.

The spy safely locked in the brig, then transferred to a transport ship, then sent back to Earth for trial...he was Command's problem now.