Chapter Three; Perditus
Perditus. Adjective. 1. Wild, abandoned. 2. Desperate. 3. Reckless.
"So you're telling me you've never... you know... had an orgasm before?"
"That is correct." Data was sitting on the edge of the bed pulling his shirt on. Geordi was still under the sheets, propped up on one elbow and regarding the android quizzically.
"But surely you must have... I mean, by yourself..."
"If you are referring to masturbation, I have never had the need before. Without desire, I was not able to become aroused, and without feeling, I could not experience climax."
"Yeah, but you've had the chip for a while now. You saying there hasn't been a time when you felt aroused since we installed it?" Geordi replied as he watched Data move around the room, gathering up his jacket and boots. The android sat back on the edge of the bed and looked at the engineer.
"I have, on several occasions, but the situations were such that I was not able to indulge the impulse."
Geordi laughed lightly. "Well, usually you just wait until you get back to your quarters and think about it then."
Data's hands paused in the action of pulling on his boots as he pondered.
"Perhaps when my shift is finished, I shall do so. I must go, I do not wish to be late."
"Oh, Data?" Geordi looked uncomfortable. "I... I think we should keep all of this to ourselves, you know? I don't want rumours spreading, and it might make work awkward... I think, just, keep it quiet, and it'll make things easier."
Data frowned. "I have not yet experienced a situation wherein the revelation of a relationship between two crewmembers has caused any significant change in..."
"Look, I just think it's a bit early, don't you? I mean, we don't know if this is going to last, or if it's just a fling... I don't want to be dealing with a bunch of questions. Besides, there's our ranks to consider... "
"I am aware of no restrictions in Starfleet's guidelines regarding relationships between..."
"Data, just... just don't tell anyone, okay?"
Data looked down at the floor pensively.
"As you wish." He said. He rose gracefully to his feet and strode out of the door.
Geordi flopped back onto the bed. He felt almost numb after spending himself so completely, and he knew there was something he wanted to remind Data of, but he couldn't for the life of him remember what it was. Instead, he found himself pondering with amazement the fact that he had never contemplated how supreme Data would be at providing pleasure, considering that he was pre-programmed with perfect technique and had no gag reflex or need to breathe.
Data was once again in complete control of himself as he walked out of the turbolift and onto the bridge ready to take over for the night shift. He glanced around the bridge as the various crew members left their stations and were relieved. Commander Riker rose from the command chair and froze, staring in shock at the android as Data strode towards him. Slowly Riker's face split into a wide grin. Data, confused, cocked his head. A lock of his hair flopped over his eyes and he lifted his hand to push it back into place. Then it was his turn to freeze. Shocked, he raked his fingers through his disorderly hair, almost disbelieving.
He had forgotten. He never forgot. How could he have left Geordi's quarters without fixing his hair?
Commander Riker put a hand to his shoulder and leant in close to murmur in his ear.
"Whoever she is, I'm happy for you. She must really be something to distract you!" He clapped the android on his shoulder. Data opened his mouth, then closed it again.
"Thank you, sir." He replied weakly, as he took the command chair.
The next day in engineering seemed like a breeze compared with the preceding few, and Geordi whistled as he worked, oblivious to the raised eyebrows and confused glances his uncommonly cheerful behaviour was eliciting. All was right with the universe, and the thrum of the warp core was music to his ears.
"Data to La Forge."
Well, it had been a good day. He sighed, wondering what fresh hell this communication would bring. Data only ever commed him when something was wrong on the bridge, and judging by the tension in the android's voice, something was really wrong.
"La Forge here. What's up?"
"Geordi..." It was almost a gasp. Geordi looked up from his screen in shock. "Geordi... There is something... very wrong..."
"What with? Where are you?" Geordi was already moving, grabbing a case of tools on his way to the turbolift.
"I am in my quarters. It is me... there is something wrong with me."
"I'm on my way."
When Data admitted him to his quarters, Geordi found the android pacing rapidly from one side of the room to the other. He had one hand over his mouth, the other cupped around his elbow, his eyes were wide and anxious. Geordi stepped forward, the door shut behind him, and Data's head swung round and he fixed the engineer with his luminous gaze. Geordi was shocked by the state of the android, who was glowing as brightly as he had ever seen, white-hot at his core. He was panting, and the breaths he gasped out came wreathed in mist.
"Data..." Geordi had no time to say anything more as a hot mouth clamped over his and he was shoved into the wall. The tool case clattered to the floor as he put both hands to Data's chest, but it was like trying to move a mountain. Data pressed himself against the man, hands clawing at the cloth barrier between his burning body and his lover. Geordi cried out into his mouth in shock as Data ground ferociously into him, rutting like an animal. The android's head snapped back as his whole body went rigid, and he let out a shuddering cry as his hands bunched into the man's clothes. Geordi realised that Data had spent himself.
"What the hell? What the hell, Data?" He gasped, as the android stumbled away to slump onto the couch and lower his head into his hands.
"I am so, so sorry, Geordi." The android murmured into his palms.
"You'd better damn well be sorry! You call me up here from engineering for this? I thought something was really wrong!" Geordi bent to recover the tools, spilt over the floor.
"It was, it is... really wrong. Something is very wrong with me." Data mumbled. Geordi looked up at him. The searing white glow was dimming now as Data's system slowed, although his shoulders still heaved with his laboured breathing. Geordi shook his head and went to sit next to his friend.
"Okay, so talk to me. What's going on?" He put his arm around Data's shoulders, and the android lowered his hands. His cheeks were stained with tears.
"I have found a fault in my programming. I did not know... I had not tried before..." He gulped.
"Okay, calm down, and start at the beginning. You mind if I hook you up for a diagnostic?"
"Please, feel free." Data drew a trembling breath and wiped his face, and Geordi hooked his portable terminal to his temple port as he began explaining.
"Towards the end of my shift, I found myself becoming distracted by thoughts of an erotic nature regarding our congress last night. When my shift had finished, I decided to experiment as per your suggestion. I... I was not able to achieve orgasm through masturbation. I had to call for you when I realised I had a serious problem."
"Okay..." Geordi was tapping away at the screen and frowning. "Yeah... high power usage, high memory usage... I can't see any malfunction that would cause you to behave like you just did."
"No, you misunderstand. I have been attempting to stimulate myself to climax, but I have been unable to bring myself to completion. As a consequence I have become increasingly frustrated, until I felt I had no choice but to call for you. I shut down my sexual behaviour programming several times, but each time it reactivated. I am sorry to have treated you so roughly but..." Data stopped and drew another shuddering breath. Geordi looked up at him, eyebrows raised.
"You think this is a programming error? That you can't... self-satisfy?"
"I am unsure if it is an error, or a deliberate part of the sexuality programming. From my analysis, the only conclusion I can come to is that there is some sort of failsafe that means that I can only find satisfaction if I have a willing partner."
Geordi blew out a sigh. "That's a hell of a restriction. I can't imagine programming anything like that myself. Let me check your code." He tapped away in silence for a few minutes as Data's internal workings gradually returned to normal.
"Huh, I think you're right." Geordi muttered, staring at the screen. "It seems to be hard-coded into the programming. That's... that's kinda sick."
"If it is a part of my basic programming, it is likely that it was not intended to cause me any discomfort or inconvenience, as I was not programmed with emotional awareness. In the absence of desire and longing, and with no capacity to feel pleasure, it is simply a means to ensure that I cause no harm."
"Yeah, but with those feelings and emotions, it's gonna be a real problem for you."
"I do not see why. I will simply refrain from contemplating anything likely to cause arousal until I am with a willing partner."
Geordi snorted sceptically. "If you really think that'll work. I know that when I'm in the mood, everything reminds me of sex." He reached up and disengaged the cable from Data's access port and smoothed the panel down. He took the opportunity to run his fingers through the android's hair, and was rewarded with a gasp. Data put his hand up to clasp Geordi's, and guided it down onto the back of his neck.
"Everything? Are you... contemplating it now?" Whispered the android. Geordi's heart thumped.
"I wish I wasn't, I've got to get back to engineering."
"Do not go, not yet. Please." Data put a hand on Geordi's leg, and he felt his body react to the firm touch of that pale hand.
"You, my friend, are going to have to learn some restraint." The engineer growled as he put his arm around the android's waist. "But maybe you can learn restraint afterwards."
Thankfully for both of them, Data's problem only surfaced a couple more times over the next few weeks, although one of those instances did involve Geordi being unceremoniously dragged into a Jeffries tube. Geordi was relieved to find that there were no rumours, no knowing glances or jibes. The fact that Data spent time in Geordi's quarters went totally unremarked upon for the simple fact that it was no more than usual, although now they spent a good deal less time talking about work. Commander Riker was still convinced that Data had a beautiful beau hidden somewhere on the ship and went to great lengths to try and tease the name out of him, but the android was unexpectedly closed lipped about his activities outside of work. Riker was perplexed by this, as Data had always been open and honest, even eager, to talk about all aspects of his life outside of his duties. Now, he seemed cagy, almost nervous about revealing any detail, no matter how seemingly insignificant. Of course, this only made Riker more determined to weasel the information out of him.
Data, for his part, was beginning to understand what Geordi had meant about the 'unending questions', but failed to see why his lover was so insistent on keeping their liaisons a secret. There were many kinds of relationships accepted on the ship, from monogamous marriages to inter-species flings, and a homosexual dalliance was hardly out of the ordinary. Data resolved to bring the issue up again, at a suitable moment. He wanted to share his experiences and anxieties with his friends, and get their help with some of the trickier aspects of human relationships. But, a secret was a secret, Geordi had asked him not to tell anyone, and if he did not change that opinion then Data would take that secret to the grave.
He pressed the chime, heard the voice invite him in, and stepped into Geordi's quarters.
The engineer was at his personal terminal, filling out the day's report. "Hey Data." He half turned in his seat. "I'll be with you in a moment, just gotta finish up here."
He turned back to the screen and carried on with his typing as soft lips planted a kiss on his throat and two pale hands slid across his shoulders and down his chest.
"I said..." He growled, "I've got to finish this." He tried to ignore the way his body was responding to the android's skilful touch but it was getting increasingly difficult as those gold-tinted lips plucked gently at his ear, and the nimble fingers slid under the waistband of his pants.
"When is your report due?" Data's voice was low and breathy in Geordi's ear, and he shivered at the sound of the lust in his lover's words.
"Tomorrow afternoon." He replied, reaching up with one hand to grab the android's neck and scratch at the base of his skull, where it made him tremble. The android sighed in response.
"Then it can wait." Data said decisively, swivelling the chair to straddle his lover. Geordi laughed and pulled him in for a kiss.
"Since when did you think there was anything more important than work?" Geordi murmured, grabbing the android's hips to guide his movement as Data removed his jacket.
"Since I discovered that there were activities that I found much more pleasurable." Data replied, stripping his lover's upper body swiftly and efficiently and running his hands appreciatively over the dark skin revealed. He rocked his hips once more, then slid off Geordi's lap to kneel before him and fumble with his pants. Geordi grabbed his pale wrists, and Data looked up quizzically.
"No." Geordi was smiling as he pulled Data up, rising with him. "My turn." He led the android to the bed and lay him down, falling onto him to bring their mouths together as their hands explored each other's bodies. Data had mapped every millimetre of his lover's body, had every part of him catalogued, but he still found fascination in the tactile feedback from his fingertips as they glided over Geordi's skin, the tiny hairs rising up under his touch, the pulse racing and thrumming just beneath the skin, the heat and flush and the slick of his sweat. Data arched his body into the man's, pressing them close and groaning with the need to be even more in contact, to touch ever more deeply. Geordi moaned in response and slid his body down to kiss his way across the android's torso. Data flinched and shivered, gasping as his lover's mouth teased his nipples. Who would have thought that the simple application of pressure and moisture could translate to such a heady sensation? He ran his hands over the short curly thatch of Geordi's hair and felt the engineer chuckle against his stomach, and it tickled and made him tremble and then Geordi was tugging at his waistband. He pushed his hips up to enable the man to slide his pants off, and then Geordi was licking and nuzzling and biting but never quite where he needed it and it was maddening and wonderful and frustrating and glorious.
"Geordi..." He groaned in protest. Geordi looked up at him and smiled.
"Patience." He admonished. "I haven't done this before, so..."
"I am sure it will be wonderful, but please, now, please..." Data was breathing hard, fingers trembling in Geordi's hair, his hips moving spasmodically in his search for relief. Geordi could see that he was already brighter than usual and he revelled in the knowledge that no-one else would ever see him like this, the way that Geordi did, and only he could make him glow like this. He had contemplated taking his visor off to make things easier, but immediately decided that he'd much rather be able to see.
He looked down at his lover's sex, and experimentally ran his tongue up the shaft to the sculpted tip. Data gasped, and his hands left Geordi's head to clench in the sheets. Geordi closed his lips around the golden tip and sucked, and the android gave a strangled squeak of surprise. Geordi looked up and opened his mouth, allowing the shaft to spring free to ask; "Are you okay?"
"Yes, yes, Geordi, yes, please..." Data, who was always so verbose, the walking dictionary/thesaurus, had been reduced to a mumbling wreck already, and he had only just started. Geordi allowed himself a moment of smug congratulation before once more closing his mouth around that pale length. This time he took it deeper into his mouth and ran his tongue around it, the way he remembered Data had. It tasted much like the rest of Data; clean, slightly plastic, faint hints of lubricant, coolant, and the scent of warm electronics. It was Data, it was unique, and the engineer found it incredibly alluring.
Data had closed his eyes to enjoy the sensations, but found them snapping wide in shock as Geordi drew his cock into his mouth. He arched his back and gripped the bed as his lover's hot wet tongue wrapped around his shaft, and the delicate tactile sensors sent him ripples and sparks of pure pleasure. He fought to keep his hips still for fear that he would harm his lover, but...
"Geordi..." The man looked up at him. "I... I have the option to re-route my fluidic system if you wish, to avoid any discomfort."
Geordi released his cock again and Data gritted his teeth, frustrated at the lack of contact necessitated by his lover's reply.
"Are you saying you can choose whether or not you ejaculate?" He asked. Data was almost gasping, that glow ever brighter, and Geordi loved it, loved watching the effect he was having on his lover with his hands and his mouth.
"Yesss, please, Geordi, do you want...? Please, quickly." He was gritting his teeth, and his back was arching off the bed.
"I assume..." Geordi licked up the length of the shaft again and Data yelped, "... that it's safe for human consumption?"
"It is... completely inert and non-toxic please Geordi please..."
"Will you still climax if you don't ejaculate?"
Data hissed between his teeth as Geordi sucked the tip of his prick. "... I see no reason why not..." Geordi grabbed his cock around the base of the shaft and stroked and Data's fingers dug into the bed. This was everything and all he wanted and nothing else mattered.
"I want to taste it. I... I want to know." And with that Geordi put his mouth around Data's cock, one hand around the shaft, moving his mouth and his hand in unison and massaging the pale length. It was thickly veined and sculpted beautifully, and Geordi measured it's thickness with his lips. Data shrieked his name and he sucked and pressed his tongue onto the frenulum, rubbing with the rough wet flesh and making the android howl.
Data pressed his hips back into the mattress as his spine arched, his head rolling back in his ecstasy. His voice had gone strangely hoarse as his vocal synthesiser failed to translate the signals from his neural net into intelligible sounds, and now all he was capable of was a vaguely mechanical whine behind his gasps for air. His body was on fire with lust, the sensations flowing through his body almost too much to bear. He felt his desire peaking and knew he was going to shut down again as warnings about excessive RAM usage and CPU overheat started howling in his consciousness and he didn't care because he had never felt this good before and even if he never woke up again it would be worth it for this and he shouted Geordi's name in warning but the word didn't make any sense as it left his lips as an inarticulate howl and then he was coming into Geordi's mouth and his whole body was vibrating with it and there was just an empty space where rational thought had been because instead his mind was filled with this extraordinary sunburst of delight pouring over him like hot honey and then nothing
Geordi gagged and coughed as Data's ejaculate hit the back of his throat. In retrospect he really should have been prepared for that, and he chided himself for spoiling the moment. He looked up and swore. Data was almost too bright to look at, his mouth gaping eyes wide and staring, spine rigidly arched off the mattress, completely inactive. Then his chest gave a mighty heave and he collapsed onto the bed, trembling and gasping. Geordi coughed and snorted the fluid, and cursed himself again for ruining this. It should have been special, damn it, and here he was spitting this stuff all over, and it really didn't taste as bad as he was expecting, certainly not as bad as human semen.
"Data... You okay?" He asked. Data looked down at him and opened and shut his mouth a couple of times.
I am more than okay, I am wonderful, and you are wonderful, and I love this feeling, and I love the things that you do for me, and I love the things you do to me and I love you I love you Geordi I love you
"..." No words came out, just an electronic squeak of static. He sighed out a trembling breath, then raised his hands, regarding with astonishment the twin handfuls of foam that he couldn't remember tearing out of the mattress. Geordi chuckled.
"Good thing you let go of my hair!" He slid up the bed to lie down next to the twitching android. Data looked at his human lover, then his brows knit in consternation.
"Do you require me to satisfy you?"
"No need." Geordi looked sheepish. "I, uh, took care of myself." He had felt guilty wiping his hand on the sheets on his way up the bed, but seeing what Data had done to the mattress made him feel better.
Data dropped his head back onto the pillow with a sigh. His breathing was beginning to return to normal. He made to sit up and felt Geordi's hand on his arm.
"Why don't you stay here tonight? I mean, if you want?" The engineer looked almost embarrassed to be asking, and Data quirked his head.
"I would be more than pleased to remain here for the night. I am not on shift until eleven hundred hours tomorrow, which would potentially give us some time in each other's company tomorrow morning also."
Geordi stretched luxuriously and got up to go into the bathroom. "Sure, I'm on at ten, so we can have breakfast and... I dunno, maybe an hour on the Holodeck?"
When he returned from his ablutions Data had remade the bed, and the sheets looked crisp and inviting, although the android wasn't in them. Puzzled, Geordi looked around until he spotted Data, fully dressed, sitting on the sofa with his knees curled up and a book in his hands.
"Data? Are you coming to bed?" Geordi asked, confused. The android looked up and his pale gold forehead creased.
"You wish for me to share your bed while you sleep? Forgive me, but I had assumed that you would be avoiding such gestures of emotional intimacy, as you were unsure as to the depths of your feelings for me?"
Geordi's heart sank. Yes, of course he was avoiding it, and yes, he didn't want to get too close only to have his heart broken again, or even worse break Data's heart, because the android's emotions were so fragile and new that Geordi was worried it might kill him. And yes, he wasn't sure, still, whether this was just lust, or whether the catch in his throat and the ache in his chest and the way his mind fizzed and his breath caught when he looked at Data was enough for him to call it don't even think about using that word
"I... I just thought it might be nice... to be next to each other. And for it to not be about sex."
"I would like that also." Data placed the book back on the shelf and crossed the room to where Geordi was climbing between the sheets.
"Would you like me to remain clothed?" The android asked as Geordi slipped his visor off and placed it on the side table.
"... No." Murmured Geordi as he lay back and rolled onto his side. He listened to the small soft sounds of Data getting undressed, felt the bounce and shift of the bed as the android lay down, and the tug of the sheets being drawn up.
Then the warmth of a firm body pressed against his back and a strong arm encircling his waist.