A/N: This is AU. It's dark. Eventually there's smut. If that's no' your cuppa tea, then read something else.
This will be multi-chapter. Inspired by the TextsFromTNG Tumblr meme "I accidently slept with my boyfriend's twin last night and he didn't stop me."
C/W: Contains abusive behaviour, smut, and dub con/rape. Will contain Data/Tasha fluff. Lore is a master of manipulation.
This is a fic in which Lore (still his loveably flawed, chaotic self) plays the long con before showing his true colours. Also, Lore and Data have significantly greater capacity to feel than canon suggests.
"Will I soon have a uniform like that brother?" Lore had asked.
It had been two months since the crew of the Enterprise had discovered Lore on Omicron Theta. Since being reassembled, Lore had quickly realised the opportunity the Enterprise offered.
When he'd first been reassembled, he considered the possibility of inviting his old friend the Crystalline Entity to the Enterprise. All the lives on board would be a nice treat for the creature. And it would leave Lore with an excellent ship.
But as he evaluated the ship, he realised that aboard the Enterprise, the universe was at his fingertips. The Crystalline Entity was small compared to the experiences he could enjoy traversing the galaxy aboard the Federation's flagship.
And being deactivated for 26 years meant that his brother (and the knowledge he possessed) was too great a temptation for Lore to walk away from.
He knew he had to be careful. And Lore knew that it would take time.
As a sentient Android, Lore had all the time in the universe. He was prepared to wait as long as it took to get what he wanted.
Several days after his reassembly, Lore had asked Data if he'd be willing to share his memory and information files. Data had agreed to share a limited number of files in a controlled setting. The circumstances meant Lore would have no way to access more without Data's consent.
Lore had found the incident extremely frustrating for two reasons. He wanted to know everything Data knew. But most nagging of all was that he felt his brother was hiding things, experiences, from him.
Lore craved interaction and emotion. To a Soong android, emotion was like a drug.
Lore knew it took time to develop a rapport with humans. When he lived amongst the colonists on Omicron Theta, he was not readily accepted by all members of the colony. Even his own parents had treated him more like an oddity than a child.
But not all humans had seen him that way. He had friends and neighbours. Omicron Theta was a big colony. It offered him all the vices necessary to sow his wild oats and provide the emotion sensations he craved from gambling and the rush of petty thievery, to adventure of sins of the flesh.
In Lore's mind, the Enterprise was an oyster just waiting to be harvested.
Yet, Lore understood that not all humans were ready to view him as a person. He knew part of the problem was the natural human prejudice toward the different and the unknown. But he also suspected part of it came from the crew's perception of his brother.
Data tried so hard to be human. But his lack of emotional awareness had led to a lifetime of unnatural social behaviour. Data was polite to a fault, but he tended to babble, failed to understand idioms, and his brutal honestly led to awkwardness at times.
In a way, Data had the charm of child. Slightly naïve, too book smart for his own good, yet with the independent determination for self-discovery found so commonly in human youths.
Lore's charm was natural. His father had called him a 'grifter.' Lore knew how to read humans. He studied their body language and his natural speech pattern helped to melt away some of the unease that humans felt when interacting with the android.
Lore understood exactly how to build trust with the humans to get what he wanted. And in turn, Lore hoped this would lead to getting what he needed from Data.
He'd begun attending the weekly poker games. He spent the first one observing carefully as he studied the senior officers. By the next week he was fully prepared. Lore knew precisely which subjects to drop into the conversation to draw in their attention. He knew when to praise, when to tease, and when to strike.
And by the third week, he had them eating out of his bioplast hand.
That week he'd assisted Geordi down in engineering with relocating and replacing some of the panels. That had earned him Geordi's trust and admiration.
A few days later, Lore had assisted Doctor Crusher in cataloguing a shipment of newly discovered plants that the botany team had recovered on a recent mission. He analysed their chemical compounds and cross-referenced them with all known medical uses.
It had taken Lore less than a day to complete his work for Doctor Crusher and she was now singing his praises to the Captain and his dear brother.
"It really was spectacular! It would have taken my team a week to complete the analysis otherwise," she had said enthusiastically.
"I apologise for the delay," Lore had said intending to sound sincere. "I do not have the exobiology knowledge my brother possesses. If I had, I likely could have completed the task in a more timely fashion."
Yes, Lore was dropping little hints here and there to Data's fellow officers. They adored Data. He was hoping to plant the seed of the idea that two androids with matching knowledge would be an irresistible offer.
But achieving that goal would require Data sharing all of his memories and information files. Lore was hopeful his hints would lead to the crew persuading Data to change his mind.
Because although Starfleet Academy and Earth had a certain appeal, Lore was a man that did things on his terms. He had no intention of following his brother's long and decorated Starfleet career.
Human requirements were not suited to Android capabilities.
Lore had calculated there was a 47.3% chance that he could convince Captain Picard to instate him as an acting ensign. And if that plan failed, his backup was to get appointed to a research role aboard the Enterprise.
Yet for all his inroads with most of the crew, Lore had failed to win over both Commander Riker and young Mr Crusher.
He suspected this was influencing his brother's reluctance toward him. Data had kept a cautious distance from his brother since the start of their relationship.
It was clear Data's memory engrams of their time together before the Crystalline Entity were missing or repressed. Lore had read his brother had been found and activated by Starfleet. So, at some point after Lore had been deactivated, the Soong's had also deactivated his brother and left him behind.
It gave Lore a small sense of gratification to know he wasn't the only one that had been discarded by old "Often-Wrong".
And when the time was right, he'd refresh Data's memories of the abandonment and use it to bond.
Presently, they were headed to a planet on a possible rescue mission.
Lore had been granted quarters on Deck 7 and was grateful for some space between his brother and himself. Lore spent his time exploring, interacting, and learning. He'd spent the last hour pouring through the reports on the planet. It had been many years since the Federation had last visited the world.
Lore hoped that by displaying a high level of preparedness and knowledge he would impress Commander Riker later that evening. The senior officers were meeting on the holodeck in celebration of Geordi's birthday.
Data hadn't expressly forbidden Lore from attending, but he had questioned Lore's interest in his friends.
"Perhaps you should experience mingling with other members of the crew?" Data had asked him one afternoon.
"Why? Are you jealous that your friends like me better?" Lore replied.
It was said in a teasing tone, but Lore's intent was to undermine Data's confidence. He wanted Data to feel isolated and alone. Because once Data's independent spirit was broken, he would turn to Lore.
There had been a tension between the brothers since Lore's discovery. Data's ability to retain his annoyingly good nature had initially frustrated Lore.
Yet, where there was tension, there was opportunity and Lore knew he would take great pleasure in meeting that challenge.
Lore craved the thrill.
He took in his appearance in the mirror. In an effort to maintain a sense of individuality, Lore had taken to styling his hair in a less formal manner than his brother. He pumped a small amount of replicated styling pomade into his hands. Running his fingers through his hair he lightly ruffled it.
Turning side to side he evaluated his appearance in front of the mirror. He ran his hand along his jaw as he turned his head to the side. He told himself that humans would never achieve the physical perfection he possessed. But a small, nagging thought entered his positronic brain – he would also never be capable of 'passing' as a human.
Running his hand across his chest he said a silent 'thank you' to Doctor Soong. The man had often been wrong about things, but he'd done marvellous work in creating the male form. The slim chisel of his synthetic muscle was unlike anything else in the galaxy.
Although if he were honest, Lore would have preferred blue eyes.
Someday. Lore told himself.
Lore reached down and pulled the replicated suit jacket off the chair. Throwing it on, he brushed off the shoulders and shifted his arms to get comfortable. The theme of Geordi's party was an evening at a 1940s dance hall. Commander Riker was planning to bring his trombone and Captain Picard was looking forward to testing out a replicated camera for still photography.
He threw on his trilby hat, took one last look in the mirror, and gave himself a wink.
When he arrived at the holodeck, he greeted Geordi and presented him with a wrapped package. It was a carefully disassembled model of the 1690 San Filipe ship. Geordi had an interest in building model ships and had been kind enough to show Lore some samples of his work.
"Wow, Lore! I don't know what to say, this is very thoughtful," Geordi said as he accepted the gift.
Lore cast a quick glimpse at Data and could read the disappointment his eyes. Data felt slightly crestfallen. Geordi was supposed to be his best friend. And yet Lore had given him the superior gift.
One point for me. Lore thought to himself.
As the night went on, he clapped politely for Commander Riker's trombone skills, enthusiastically danced with Doctor Crusher, and joined Deanna in a dice game from the era.
"You seem a little stiff, brother," Lore said as he took a seat next to Data at the bar.
To any of the humans, Data would have appeared as nothing more than his usual, awkward self.
But Lore knew better.
His brother was feeling dejected and inferior.
"No Lore, I was admiring your talent for dancing," Data said. "I judge you to be superior in that respect."
Lore smiled. That was two points for Lore.
He wasn't sure if it was the music or the mood, but Lore felt a familiar hunger creep into his consciousness as he watched Counsellor Troi and Commander Riker slow dancing. When asked, Data had explained that they were close friends but not a romantic pair.
But as he watched the way they looked at each other, he suspected the story was more than what Data had told him. There was a certain familiarity in the way they held each other that only came from intimacy.
Doctor Crusher approached the bar and ordered another drink from the holodeck bartender. Lore eyed her frame as she leaned against the bar. She was aesthetically pleasing for a human. Lore also suspected she would not be as opposed to his advances as other humans.
He knew she was a passionate woman. He'd learned that quickly. He suspected that as a widow and an officer, she had struggled to form an intimate relationship with any of the other crew.
"Would you like to dance again, Doctor?" Lore said attempting to imitate his brother's endearing nature. "I find that you are, as you say, 'light' on your feet?"
She flashed him a smile and he offered her his hand as he led her to the dancefloor. It was a slow song. For some reason, it seemed the crew of the Enterprise had an unexplainable fascination with 20th century nostalgia.
Pulling her close, he flashed a smile as his hand rested on the small of her back. Doctor Crusher gave him a shy smile as she leaned her head against his chest.
As they turned swaying to the music, Lore observed his brother at the bar. He couldn't deny that Data had great style. They two had chosen nearly identical replicated suits for the occasion. It was similar, but in Lore's opinion, Data lacked the flair to make it work.
Then, Lore observed an almost imperceptible shift his brother's features. Lore followed his gaze across the room.
Of course. Lore thought to himself as he watched her step onto the holodeck. The blonde.
She was the one senior officer that Lore had been unable to read. She'd kept her distance and deflected his questions expertly. He knew Data spent a considerable amount of time with her. Their respective roles as Second Officer and Chief Security Officer meant they had to interact on are regular basis. There were security sweeps, training activities, and late-night situations.
During his initial two weeks aboard the ship, Lore had spent many of his evenings in Data's quarters until he had been assigned his own personal space. Yes, there had been several late-night security situations requiring their attention that had seen Data returning to his quarters in the wee hours of the morning.
A sudden thought struck Lore.
He smiled as his yellow eyes widened in a mix of pride and discovery.
His little baby brother had managed to keep a secret. And his innocence and sweet nature had fooled everyone, including Lore.
Lore trained his eyes on her as she made her way over to the bar. He had to give Data credit, she was most aesthetically pleasing, and it was a nice change of pace to see her out of her usual uniform.
Activating his audio sensory input programming, Lore fixated on their conversation. Human ears would never pick up their conversation. But that was not a problem for a Soong android.
"The way your dress clings to your body is most arousing," Data said softly.
It wasn't the smoothest of lines, but Lore had to supress a grin. He had certainly underestimated his baby brother.
The pair did not make eye contact. Data was still looking out at the dancefloor, staring at nothing in particular. Tasha was facing the opposite direction as she leaned against the bar.
"You don't look so bad yourself, Commander," she replied playfully.
"Do you still wish to proceed with our prearranged meeting?" he asked.
"Why do you think I went through so much trouble to wear these shoes?" Tasha asked rhetorically.
"I have input the program and it will begin upon my entry. It is password protected. Allow me to head down first. I will wait four minutes, say my goodbyes, and then make my way to the holodeck," Data explained.
"I'll wait twenty minutes to be safe," she said.
"The password is 'Errol Flynn'," Data said quietly.
Tasha turned her head and gave him a small nod before walking away from the bar.
Fortunately, the song was coming to a close. Lore gave Doctor Crusher a chaste kiss on the hand and thanked her for the dance.
Tasha was leaning against a high-top table chatting with the Klingon. Upon Lore's arrival, Worf nodded and stated he was going to grab a drink.
"Good evening, Tasha," Lore said as he looked her up and down.
"Good evening, Lore," she replied.
"Would it be permissible for me state aloud that I find your choice of period attire most intriguing," Lore said. "I believe humans would consider it be stimulating."
Tasha laughed and shook her head.
"Would you care to dance?" Lore said as he offered his hand.
Tasha blushed and set down her drink.
"I suppose I have time for one dance," she replied as she took his hand and allowed him to lead her to the floor.
"I am curious," Lore said as he turned Tasha. "Captain Picard chose his attire based on a fictional character. Commander Riker stated he was hoping to emulate 20th century musician Frank Sinatra. Was your costume chosen in such a manner?"
Tasha shook her head.
"No, a friend recommended this," Tasha explained.
"Ah! I see," Lore said as he attempted to emulate his brother's curious nature.
He was building trust and that was exactly what he needed.
"I have observed you do not treat my brother like the rest of the crew," Lore stated. "Nor me. You do not treat us as if we are different."
"Well why would I treat you any differently?" Tasha said as she looked up at him.
"It is kind," Lore explained. "Many of the colonists on Omicron Theta did not view me as a person."
"I think your brother is a wonderful person," Tasha said with a smile.
"May I ask if you would consider becoming my friend as well?" Lore asked innocently.
"Well, I don't really know you," Tasha replied. "But I suppose if you're going to be staying on the Enterprise that we will come to know one another better."
"So, you will consider getting to know me better?" Lore asked in childlike way. "We could become friends?"
"Sure," Tasha smiled.
After the music ended, he thanked her for the dance with a small bow and spotted his brother heading out of the arch.
Lore followed Data at a safe distance as he slipped out of holodeck 4 and out into the corridor. Data, with Lore in pursuit, made his way to holodeck 2.
Utilising his vocal output and a combadge he'd nicked from an unsuspecting ensign, Lore accessed files of the Captain's voice.
"Picard to Commander Data," he called out. "Please meet me in engineering."
Data cocked his head to the side and Lore observed as he sighed in visible frustration.
But much to his delight, Data turned and headed for engineering.
Loyal to a fault. Lore smirked to himself.
Lore knew that someday, Data's unyielding loyalty to duty would be his brother's downfall.
Taking a secondary path down to engineering, Lore made haste to beat Data to his destination.
Tapping the combadge a second time, Lore once again accessed the Captain's voice files.
"Data it appears the problem in engineering has been localised to panel R139 in the Jefferies tubes," he said in the Captain's voice. "There is some kind of interference that's disrupting the energy flow. Please see to it."
"Acknowledged, I will head directly there," Data's voice chimed.
Lore's route had intentionally set Data on path that would require him to double back. It meant that Lore had the advantage of efficiency. Lore reached the panel two minutes before Data. Crawling along on his knees, he gently removed the panel and reprogrammed the control chips.
It took him 38 seconds to complete the task and replace the panel. Lore quickly crawled back to the next access point and waited for his brother to arrive.
A soft 'thud' told him the first part of his plan had worked. Peaking back into the tube, Lore could see the energy pulse had temporarily disabled his brother. It was only temporary, but that was all the time Lore needed to enact his plan.
Yes, this would be perfect for putting Data exactly where he wanted him.
When Lore reached the holodeck, he checked his internal chronometer and realised he had almost two minutes before Tasha would arrive.
"Errol Flynn," Lore said as he accessed the holodeck program that had been labelled 'Data 374.'
Stepping through the arch, Lore took note of the room. It was an early 20th century office complex. There was aged wooden door that read 'Dixon Hill Private Investigator' on the glass. Stepping inside, Lore noted the dim lighting and soft music coming from the ancient Earth music device.
Lore stepped forward and ran his hand along the wooden desk. He picked up a comb and used it to slick his hair back like his dear brother's. Slipping his jacket off, he threw it over his shoulder and sat down in the chair. He put his feet up on the desk and crossed his legs. Leaning back in the chair, he tucked the hat down over his eyes and waited.
He took a deep breath and suppressed a shudder of delight as he heard the door to the arch shift open outside of his holographic office.
Sneaking a glance, he could see her shadow through the glass on the door. She knocked. He thought about answering but decided he wanted to play his part a little aloof initially.
She knocked again and he remained silent.
The door creaked open and she poked her head inside. Tasha smiled as she took in the room. Data really had gone all-out on sticking to the theme. When he'd first suggested a holonovel roleplay scenario, she had been sceptical.
But now that she was here, dressed to the nines, and 'in character' she felt very aroused.
Despite their first sexual encounter, Tasha and Data had eventually found there was an undeniable mutual attraction. Tasha had never enjoyed a healthy or active sex life. In fact, before Data, she had been largegly living a life of celibacy.
But Data was so patient and attentative that Tasha had made great strides - learning to reconnect with herself and her body, that sex could be pleasurable, and that it was alright for her to enjoy that.
They had found Data's programming to be rather extensive and he had an eagerness to run through it.
Tasha suspected that Data's interest in this particular scenario had been more than just another option in his sexual programming. She knew he had a passion for the old detective stories. He would never admit it directly, but she was certain he'd selected this purely from his own desire.
And she had every intention of making it pleasurable for him.
"Hello Mr Hill," she said as she sauntered into his office.
He tipped his hat up but kept his feet on the desk as he eyed her while she came through the door. Her heels clicked lightly with each step she took on the wooden floor.
Lore's breath hitched as he watched her slowly remove the short white gloves from her fingers and slip them into her purse. She looked back up at him and cocked her head playfully to the side.
"Of all the gin joints, in all the towns, in all the world you walk into mine," Lore said.
He'd heard his father use it regularly whenever Juliana returned from a trip. He was uncertain of the origin, but assumed if his father said it to his mother it must be some kind of romantic human notion.
"I need your help Mr Hill," she said.
Lore pulled his feet off the desk and sat upright in the chair.
"I am not taking cases right now," he said coldly.
Tasha scoffed as she evaluated how to respond.
"Mr Hill, I need your help with a case, and I can assure you I can make it worth your while," she tried.
Tasha couldn't put her finger on it, but Data wasn't exactly sticking to the 'script.'
While he wasn't typically spontaneous, she wasn't going to stop him from exploring that side of himself.
"Please, Mr Hill," she said as she dropped her voice.
Lore got up from the desk and walked to the window. He pulled down one of the blinds to peak out the window down into the street.
Tasha felt a familiar sensation as her chest tightened. He was quite a sight as he leaned in the window frame with his jacket slung over his shoulder casually. The sleeves on his white button up shirt had been rolled up to expose his forearms. His trousers sat just below his ribs and were held up by black suspenders.
He opened the blinds. The holographic moonlight streamed in through the glass. The way it hit his skin made Tasha feel like she'd stopped breathing.
"What makes you think you have anything I want," Lore drawled as he turned back to her.
Tasha hadn't been expecting that. Squaring her shoulders, she tossed her purse into the chair behind her. Her competitive spirit kicked in. If Data wanted to play that way, she was more than ready to meet the challenge.
"As I said before, I need your help Mr Hill and I'm willing to do anything," she said as she ran her hand through her hair.
Lore got up from the window and dropped his jacket to the floor. He ambled over and stood in front of her. He was inches away from her, a little too close for comfort, as he stared down at her.
"Look angel face, I am sure you are a real swell gal, but I do not have time for broads," he snarled. "Besides my fees are pretty steep."
"I think we could reach an equitable arrangement," Tasha replied as she ran her hands down his chest and hooked her fingers around the space where his suspenders met his waistband.
She pushed against him and he swallowed hard.
Tasha felt a wave of excitement at his reaction. She grabbed his hand and guided it up her thigh. Lore supressed a shudder as his fingers reached the edge of her stockings.
Leave it to Data. Lore thought pleasantly in admiration of his brother's attention to detail to coordinate historically accurate period costumes.
"Alright, I…I am listening," he said shakily.
Lore caught himself. He had almost slipped in a contraction. It was growing difficult for him to maintain composure.
This was the kind of the thrill he craved. He couldn't pinpoint whether it was the physical thrill of the act or knowing that it would hurt it his brother or a combination of both that was driving him mad with anticipation.
She let go of his hand, but he didn't remove it. Tasha reached up and loosened his tie. Lore brought his second hand up along her other thigh.
He watched as she removed his red tie, hand over hand, as she slowly pulled it out from under his collar. She tossed it to the side and then began to unbutton his shirt. Lore inched his fingers up higher on legs so he could grip her backside. Pulling her hard toward him, he ground his erection against her.
She stepped back smiling and shook off her jacket. She made a move to remove her shoes, but Lore caught her hand and stopped her.
"Leave them," he instructed as he pulled her toward the desk.
He sat back on the surface of the desk and pulled her in for a kiss. She slipped his suspenders over his broad shoulders one by one and relished in the feel of running them down his long arms.
She was a little taken aback by how excited he was.
As her fingers worked to undo the rest of his buttons, his hands ran across her back. His kisses were hungry in a way she had never felt before as she opened his shirt and her fingers found his bare chest.
When they had first gotten together Tasha had been slightly confused by his bare chest. She was used to men with some level of body hair. But there was something distinctly statuesque about his sculpted, bare chest. She suspected Doctor Soong had a bit of an inferiority complex and had used his android to makeup for that.
Regardless, she wasn't going to complain about reaping the benefits of his body.
He broke the kiss and turned her away from him. She protested but he shushed her gently.
His hands found the zipper and quickly pulled it down. He pushed the dark blue dress down her arms to her waist. Lore planted a kiss on her spine, and she felt a deliciously familiar longing at his hot breath on her neck.
Unclasping her bra, he let it fall away and brought his hands up to cup her breasts.
"We only have the holodeck for an hour," Tasha said out-of-character.
"I thought you needed my help?" Lore asked in a low voice into her ear.
Tasha chuckled and chastised herself internally. Of course, Data knew about the time restriction. She was certain he'd planned the scenario down the second. He was so thoughtful that way. She sighed and let herself lean into the moment.
"I do, Mr Hill," she replied.
Lore pulled the skirt of her dress up around her waist. He slipped one hand between her legs and began to rub slow circles across her clit.
"I suppose I could be persuaded to help you if you ask for it," he growled, his head resting on her shoulder.
He increased the pressure and speed slightly and Tasha moaned softly in appreciation.
"Well, what is it going to be?" He asked as he pinched her nipple.
Tasha gasped. She had always found Data to be a thoughtful and intuitive lover. He was passionate and responsive.
But tonight, there was something deliciously dark and thrilling about the way he was touching her - something wickedly sinful in his voice.
"Please," she asked.
His hand slowed back down to a casual pace.
Desire shot through her. Data had never been so, well, saucy before. It was hitting all the right notes and she wanted him.
"Baby, please," she said as she snaked her hand down on top of his trying to encourage him to give her more friction.
She wanted more. She wanted to feel him inside her.
He gripped her wrist with his opposite hand and stopped her. Tasha took the hint and let him continue. He slipped a finger inside her while his thumb maintained the pressure on her clit.
"Is this what you want?" he said as he bit her neck.
"Baby, please," she replied.
"Please, what?" he prompted as he rocked against her.
"Fuck me," she pleaded.
He pulled his hand out and quickly unzipped his trousers to free his cock. He grabbed her hips and pulled her back into his lap. He slipped in a little faster than she was prepared for and her breath hitched as he bottomed out.
"Stop," she ordered.
Lore froze.
"Are you alright?" he questioned.
"Yeah," she sighed. "Just give me a moment."
"Is this acceptable?" he asked as he ran his hand gently up and down the length of her spine.
"Mmm hmm," Tasha responded lazily.
They stayed like that for a moment before Tasha told him she was ready to resume.
Lore started leisurely, holding her close as he placed unhurried kisses along her neck. She dropped her head to the side to give him better access and Lore relished in marking her tender flesh. He ran his tongue along her skin tasting the sweat.
His internal chronometer reminded him that he was on a deadline.
He began to pick up the pace. Using his android strength, he began to bounce her on his cock, his fingers driving into her hips as he guided her.
For Lore, the sensation was almost overwhelming.
There was nothing poetic about it. Lore's need for stimulation demanded this. There was something so natural to him in the feeling of it.
His audio sensors processed the panting and the slick sound of each thrust. His bioplast sensory array could detect the wetness on his pants from his partner's arousal.
Although his android body could easily identify the physical sensations of pleasure, there was a certain high he could only achieve knowing that another being wanted him.
His hand slipped from her left hip and he ran his hand up from her knee. He snapped the suspender holder up her stocking. Tasha shuddered. Continuing up her leg his fingers resumed their earlier ministrations.
He was getting close; she could tell by the way his breathing was become more erratic. But she was grateful his android body lacked any refractory phase. As she'd learned, they would always stop when she wanted to and if she wasn't ready to stop, his cock was more capable of fulfilling that request.
"Have I - ah - met your 'steep fee' Mr - ah - Hill?" Tasha asked cheekily.
Lore convulsed as he came, and Tasha rode him through it.
"Ah - oh," he hissed.
He rested his head against her back as he continued to quicken the pace. She was so close.
Suddenly, his ears heard the arch open outside of the holographic door to the office. His eyes shot open and he grinned widely. He could here all six footfalls of each step his brother took hit the wooden floor.
"I believe now I agreed to help you with your problem. Do you like this?" Lore said dangerously.
"Yes," Tasha said loudly. "Oh, please."
The door swung open with a creak.
Tasha's eyes shot open.
Data stood frozen in the doorway as he took in the scene before him.
Something inside him felt unusual. To anyone else, he would have appeared neutral.
It took Tasha a split second to read his face. She knew instantly Data was standing in the doorway and was not the person currently fucking her.
She could read the feeling of betrayal in his eyes.
"Ah - Data!" Tasha cried as she climaxed.
"Tasha?" he asked in a way that broke her heart.
She pushed Lore's hands off her. She pulled herself off him and quickly backed away from Lore, adjusting her skirt.
Data took in her dishevelled appearance and looked back at his brother.
Lore sat on top of the desk, his shirt open, still erect as he cocked his head at his brother.
"Brother," Lore said.
Data looked back at Tasha struggling to maintain a sense of modesty. He removed his jacket and held it out to her.
She took it but didn't meet his eyes. He noted the marks on her neck as he processed that Lore had caused these marks.
Data felt overwhelmed with a strange sensation.
He wanted to hurt his brother.
Data took two steps toward Lore with the intention of detaining him.
"Have I done something wrong?" Lore asked innocently.
He did his best to plaster a look of confusion on his face.
Data stopped as Lore recoiled away from him in fear.
"You know exactly what you have done," Data said. "You will dress and then I will escort you to the brig."
Lore looked at Tasha and then back to his brother.
"I am sorry if I have done something wrong," Lore said.
He sounded so sincere.
"Lieutenant, I apologise if I have hurt you in any way. It was only my intention to provide you with what you asked for," Lore said.
Tasha struggled to find the words. She was reeling. She felt used. She wanted to shower and destroy the dress she was wearing with a phaser.
"I-I thought it was you," she said to Data, her eyes wide.
She knew she shouldn't feel guilty, but it didn't change the fact that she did. Her mind screamed at her that she should have known better. She should have sensed it wasn't Data.
"I am not angry with you," Data said simply.
Lore stood up and buttoned his trousers.
"Lieutenant, I hope I have not done anything to damage our friendship," Lore said as he took a step toward her.
Data stepped in front his brother and put a hand firmly on his chest to stop him.
"Do not go near her," Data warned.
"I only wanted to get to you know you better," Lore explained flatly as he looked to Tasha with pleading eyes.
"Silence," Data snapped.
"I wanted to be your friend," Lore said as he looked past Data's shoulder to Tasha's gaze.
It took all his strength to stop himself from grinning.
She was buying it.
He could see it in her body language. She stared back at him with wide eyes, her arms wrapped around herself holding Data's jacket closed.
"Do humans not enjoy sexual activities to strengthen relationships and bond?" Lore asked as he looked back and forth between the pair.
Tasha bit her lip as she thought back to her earlier conversation with Lore.
"You know what you did," Data repeated as he increased his grip on Lore's shirt.
"Data, wait," Tasha said as she swallowed hard.
Data stopped but did not loosen his grip. He eyed Lore with scepticism.
"I think there has been a misunderstanding," Tasha explained.
She couldn't believe what she was saying. Everything inside of her screamed that this was wrong. She felt violated. But her Starfleet training kicked in and she considered the possibility that Lore had misunderstand their earlier conversation.
"There was no misunderstanding," Data said sternly. "He has hurt you."
"I thought you wanted this," Lore said as he began to move his head as if he were processing something.
To Tasha he appeared naïve, but inside Lore was riding the high of the entire experience. She was buying it and even though Data wasn't yet, he would be soon.
"Yes and no," Tasha said as she tried to find the words to explain it to both Soong boys.
"I didn't realise who you were Lore," Tasha tried to clarify. "I thought you were Data. You see we don't have sex with people to build friendship. Intimate activities like this are generally, well-"
She trailed off.
"What Lieutenant Yar is attempting to explain is that human sexual activities require consent from two or more willing persons. Had she known your identity she would not have participated which begs the question why you impersonated my identity," Data said as his mouth turned downward.
"I did not impersonate you, brother," Lore said. "Nor did I initiate the interaction."
"He's telling the truth, Data," Tasha said softly. "We never actually…well I thought it was part of the scenario. I'm the one that initiated it."
"Please, brother," Lore said as he looked to Data.
Data's feeling of anger did not subside.
"How did you know about this program?" Data questioned.
He wasn't buying Lore's feigned attempt to cover his crime.
"I overhead you at the bar. You mentioned that you were planning to meet here. I did not realise the intention was for a private sexual encounter. I assumed it was another part of the party and I did not wish to be excluded. And I was unaware of your apparently intimate relationship," Lore said.
Data picked Lore up off the ground by his shirt.
"Did I not stop at your request?" Lore asked. "And only resumed per your request? I would never have hurt you intentionally, and now I fear I have made a grave mistake. The humans on Omicron Theta were very open to sexual activity, but I sense this is not the case with all humans."
"It never happened," Tasha said suddenly.
Data dropped Lore and turned back to Tasha. The memory of those words drew a strange sadness into the pit of stomach.
"Tasha?" Data said as he cocked his head to the left.
"I think it's best if we treat this as if it were water under the bridge," Tasha said rapidly. "And Data you can explain to your brother the societal norms of humans on the Enterprise."
Data looked at her as she stood there. He could tell something was off. She wasn't comfortable with the scenario.
"You will dress and return to your quarters. You will remain there under supervision until I return," Data said to Lore.
He tapped his combadge and ordered four security officers to escort Lore back to his quarters.
"Of course, brother," Lore said with a small nod. "And may I once again apologise Lieutenant-"
"Do not speak to her," Data ordered.
"Data!" Tasha snapped.
She suddenly felt uneasy. She didn't like the feeling that she wasn't in control.
"Commander with all due respect, it's not up to you to decide who I speak with," Tasha said coolly.
Data looked at her strangely before escorting Lore to the arch. He turned him over to the security officers and returned to Tasha.
She had pulled her dress back up and collected the replicated purse and gloves.
"I am not angry with you," Data repeated. "I suspect Lore is not being completely honest. He will be punished. If you will accompany me to see Doctor Crusher it is vital that we catalogue your post-rape examination immediately before-"
"Stop," Tasha snapped. "Don't use that word."
Something in Tasha felt sick. She'd been through the medical examination before. When she'd first fled Turkana IV the Starfleet medical exam had felt like being violated all over again. Recording the years of trauma, the mortifying interviews, and the strangers that insisted on touching her to treat her wounds.
No, she didn't want anyone touching her. She wanted a shower.
Data stepped toward her to hold her, but she instinctively moved away from him.
He paused for a moment as he accessed his files on human trauma responses.
He took a step back to give her some space.
"Doctor Crusher is your friend and will not engage in any activity that you do not consent to," Data said.
"I'm not going," she said firmly.
"Would you consider speaking with Counsellor Troi?" Data asked.
"I'm not going," Tasha replied firmly. "And you can't make me."
"I will never make you do anything," Data said trying to reassure her.
"It never happened," Tasha insisted as she emphasized every word.
