Qaf- and Star Trek Voyager-Stories (ENGLISH)

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These are some of my english fics. I'm not as good in english as I want to be but this is betat by a native speaker (a thank you to kjuw89 ) and hopefully readable and understandable.
The first stories are very short and inspired by libertybaths 
It's a community about Queer as Folk and characters who never ever had a relationship in the series but could or should have. . .

So here you got some of these rare pairings:

Title: Rare Pairings 1-7
Author: Moi
Fandom: Qaf
Genre: AU
Pairings: Emmett/Blake, Brian/Ted, Brian/Lindsay, Ted/David Cameron, Ted/Michael, David Cameron/Drew Boyd, Cynthia/Gardner Vance.
Rating: NC-17
Warning: SPOILER FOR ALL SEASONS
Summary: They met, they fucked, maybe they talked. . .
Disclaimer: Qaf is the property of Cowlip and Showtime.

1/7 – “Break your face” (Emmett and Blake)

 

“Why?”

 

“Because you‘re sexy!”

 

He smirked.

 

“Last time I saw you, you said you would break my face.”

 

“I know.  And I meant every single word!”

 

“So. . . should I be afraid?”

 

“Of course,” he answered, but a ghost of a smile played around the corners of his mouth.

 

“Let’s dance!”

 

He took his hand and they headed to the dance floor. It was crowded tonight and almost impossible to dance without bumping bodies.  It was perfect!

 

They moved in synch with the music, gliding along each other, rubbing skin on skin. After three songs the tension was so thick that you could cut it with a knife.

 

When their eyes met they knew what the other was thinking, and started toward the backroom.

 

“I’m looking forward to discovering your ‘breaking’-skills!” he said before following the taller man into the dark.

 

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

 

2/7 – “Only a fuck” (Brian and Ted)

 

“You did what?” Michael shouted.

 

Brian’s face was like stone.

 

“That’s unbelievable! It’s like. . .”

 

“. . . fucking your pet,” Brian said, shrugging his shoulders, “I know.”

 

“Why?” he asked.

 

“Because I was horny.”

 

“Fuck, Brian. That’s no reason! You’re not an animal! You can control yourself!”

 

“I can fuck who I want, when I want, and where I want without getting your permission! For God’s sake, I’m Brian Kinney!  Besides. . . he did enjoy himself.”

 

“Oh sure!” Michael’s voice dripped of sarcasm, “because the great Brian Kinney is so fucking satisfying! Did you ever think about the consequences? What does he do now? You know him.  Getting his hopes up only to be pushed to the ground isn’t exactly going to help him to keep clean!”

 

“Mikey, Mikey, Mikey”, Brian answered in his usual condescending manner, “he did know what he was getting into. I told him it was nothing more than a simple fuck. And he accepted!”

 

Michael looked at Brian and shook his head. “I can’t believe you fucked Ted!”

 

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

 

3/7 – “Like I always thought” (Brian and Lindsay)

 

“I knew it!” she said, her voice as cold as ice.

 

 “Mel,” Linds replied, “I was 22.  My girlfriend had just dumped me. I was alone and drunk. I don’t even remember all of the details.”

 

“Don’t lie to me.” She didn’t sound angry, mostly just sad.

 

“I love you, Melanie Marcus! And nothing could ever change that. Not even a random fuck a hundred years ago which meant absolutely nothing!”

 

Lindsey stepped forward and took Mel’s hand.  She met her eyes. “I know that you love Brian. He’s the father of our son. But I always thought that only I know you inside-out and in every possible way. That it was that what he never could have of you. And now I discover that he did know you in every possible way – and I’m jealous!”

 

“I know, darling,” Linds said. “He may have had my body when I was in a vulnerable state, but he never had my soul! I’m all yours and only you know me completely.  Yes, I still love Brian, but I’m IN love with you. And that’s what counts!”

 

Mel’s eyes met Linds’ and they understood each other without words.

 

“Fucking Brian Kinney,” Mel murmured as she followed Linds into the kitchen.

 

“Did I hear my name?” Brian asked, nonchalantly coming through the backdoor with Gus in his arms.

 

Mel took her son and placed him on a chair. “No,” she answered and kissed her wife.

 

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

 

4/7 – “Meeting a VIP” (Ted and David Cameron)

 

“Hello? Emmett?” Ted waved his hand in front of Em’s face, “did you even listen to what I said?”

 

“’course I did,” Emmett answered, looking up from the paperwork he was doing. “You went to the Liberty Baths, met a guy and fucked your brains out.” He smirked. “I’m proud of you, Teddy!” he said as he absently patted Ted’s hand and went back to his paperwork.

 

“No,” Ted said, clearly annoyed.  “I didn’t meet A guy. I met THE guy!”

 

Emmett looked up again, his gaze curious. “What do you mean with you met THE guy?” he asked, suddenly very interested in Ted’s story. He clapped his hands excitedly and asked, “You met a celebrity? Who was it? Brad Pitt, George Clooney, Matt Damon?”

 

“We’re in Pittsburgh, not in ‘Oceans 11’,” Ted replied dryly, “although it felt like a crazy parallel universe in a strange way!”

 

“Teddy. . .,” Emmett whined.

 

“I told you that I was in the baths. It was crowded like every weekend. I stood there, watching two really hot guys fucking each other and began to jerk off. All of a sudden, a stranger’s hand appeared from behind me. His hand covered mine and together we kept stroking. I felt lips at my shoulder and a tongue licking my neck. The stranger’s hand continued to jerk me off until I turned my head and looked at his face. My heart stopped and I saw his eyes widen with surprise when he recognized me, too.

 

“Teddy! Who the fuck was it?”

 

Ted smiled. “It was Doctor Dave!” he said.

 

“What?” Emmet choked on his gum and coughed loudly.  “Doctor David Cameron? The chiropractor Doctor David Cameron?! What was he doing in Pittsburgh?”

 

Ted shrugged. “Practice business I think.”

 

“You didn’t ask him?”

 

“Nope.”

 

“You fucked him but didn’t ask him?”

 

Ted nodded “Yup.”

 

“But. . . how could you?! I mean after all he did to Michael...”

 

“Emmett, Michael is grown up and married. He’s happy with Ben and no matter what exactly happened in Portland, which, by the way, we still didn’t know completely, was only for the better. Look at the results! Michael’s happy now and that all that matters.” Ted answered. “And I had a really good time. . .”

 

“. . .fucking your brains out” Emmett finished the sentence for him.

 

Ted only nodded and left the Diner before Emmett could ask more questions.

 

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

 

5/7 – “Unexpected” (Ted and Michael)

 

“Ted,” his hand lied on his shoulder, “I don’t know how to say this, but. . .,” Michael swallowed, “when you were in the hospital Em and I went to your apartment so we could clean it up before your mother could discover something embarrassing. You know...your videos, dildos and stuff like that.” Ted nodded. He already knew the story.

 

“When we were there we also searched for some fresh clothes. A pair of pyjamas for the hospital, some underwear and things. . . and then we found it.”

 

Ted’s heartbeat quickened and he found he couldn’t look Michael in the eyes.

 

“I saw your, um, picture gallery of me.” He was silent, waited for Ted to respond.

 

“Michael, I... I’m so sorry. I mean. . . it isn’t like it looks. I’m not a pervert psychopath or anything like that.”

 

Michael smiled weakly.

 

“I...I don’t know how it started. I mean. . . in the beginning I had pictures of the whole gang. Emmett, Debbie, Mel and Linds; even Brian. . . and then suddenly there were more and more pictures of you so. . .” his voice trailed off helplessly.

 

Michael looked at his old friend. “Do you love me?” he asked. Ted stared at him in shock.

 

Michael repeated, “Do you love me?”

 

He thought he couldn’t do it. He knew he shouldn’t say it, shouldn’t ruin their friendship but he had to. His gaze met Michael’s and slowly, his voice almost inaudible, he said,

 

“Yes, I do love you, Michael.”

 

It was quiet for a long time and Ted was sure that it was probably the last time he shared anything with Michael. Suddenly he felt hands cupping his face and two brown eyes locking with his. The kiss was gentle and soft, like a feather touching his lips before he responded to it – and it became so much more.

 

***********

 

6/7 – “Recommended treatment” (David Cameron and Drew Boyd)

 

After closing the door behind him he introduced himself: “Hi, I’m Doctor Cameron and I believe you are a new patient Mr . . . ?”

 

“Boyd.  Drew Boyd,” Drew answered as he sat uncomfortably on the praxis table with his shirt off. “I’m a football player. We had a benefit match here in Portland and I must have done something wrong. I don’t know why or what but my back’s aching like hell. I’m totally stiff,” he said, trying to shift positions.

 

Dr.  Cameron moved closer and started checking Drew’s back. “Can you turn your head to the left? Yeah, thanks. And now to the right.” Drew moaned. “Oh, I see,” he heard the doc say. “Please lay down on your stomach.” Drew Boyd did how he was told but grimaced when it started to hurt again.

 

Suddenly he felt David sitting on his back and laying his arms around his torso before. . .

“Agh!” His bones cracked loudly.

 

The doctor repeated his treatment on the other side, and then got back on his feet. “Try to move now,” he said as he watched the football player stand up.

 

“Wow,” Boyd smirked, “I’m as good as new!”

 

Cameron grinned back. “Yeah, almost. It was only some hardened muscles. Nothing dangerous but can be painful. I’ll write something down for your team-masseur at home. You should contact him – and be careful at your matches. . .”

 

With that he turned and wrote something in his papers. When he looked at Drew again he had already his shirt on. Drew Boyd was really a sight for the gods! Suntanned muscles, brown short hair, hot ass. . . Hiding his hard on behind the record David smiled politely and said good bye to his patient with a handshake. Drew smiled benignly. He recognized the Doc’s hard-on. Still shaking his hand he pulled him to him and kissed him hard on the lips. There was nothing gentle or soft. Their bodies crashed into each other like animals. “Condoms,” David said breathlessly as he reached for a drawer. There was a short argument about dominance until Drew tackled David to the ground and flipped him on his stomach. Without thinking further he protected himself, sank into the doc and began fucking him fast and hard on the carpet. Within minutes both men came with suppressed cries of pleasure. David lay on the floor, his heavy breathing becoming slower. Drew took him by the hand and helped him up.

 

“Thanks Doc, it was a very effective treatment. I should recommend you to some of my teammates!” With that said he left the room with a satisfied smirk, and headed for the airport.

 

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

 

7/7 – “Office klatch” (Cynthia and Gardner Vance)

 

She1: “Statistically most people find their partners at work. It’s like a big flirt market!”

He: “That might be true but Vance and Kinney?  Never!”

She1: “But I thought he’s gay!”

He: “Vance? No! Did you ever see him with a guy?”

She1: “No, but I never saw him with a girl either.”

She2: “I thought he’s bisexual. I mean the chemistry with both sexes seems always really good. Kind of vibrations, you know. . .”

She1 (doubtful): “Are you sure he’s not gay?”

He: “Of course I am sure. If Vance was gay Brian Kinney would have already fucked him.

She1 (indignant): “But he’s his boss. You can’t fuck your boss!”

He (smirking): “You don’t know half of what Brian’s done!”

She3: “Well, I guess he’s asexual.”

She2 (flabbergasted): “He’s what?”

He: “Asexual. That supposed to be not interested in either sex at all.”

She1: “So you mean that he hasn’t had sex with a girl or a guy? I kinda doubt this. Who should he do it with then? Who’s left?”

He (drily): “His hand?!”

(Embarrassed laughing)

She3: “What about Cynthia? She might know something. She’s Kinney’s assistant now but worked for Vance before.”

She2: “Yeah, maybe we should ask her. . .”

(She grabs her papers from the copier and heads to her office. The others follow.)

 

Nobody of them noticed the blond woman who had obviously heard the whole discussion while standing behind the half opened second door to the copy room.

 

Some minutes later, holding a tray with coffee and some papers in her hand, she knocked on an office door and went in. When the door to his office closed behind her she smiled. Gardner Vance looked up and met her eyes with a questioned expression.

 

“What is it?”

 

“You’ll never guess what I heard five minutes ago. . .,” she said, grinning.

 

He laughed and stood up. Taking the coffee and his papers he sighed. “Okay, who was my secret lover today?  Gillian from marketing, Laura from the accounts department or . . .”

 

She interrupted him: “Brian Kinney!”

 

With a smirk he stood beside her and placed a passionate kiss on her mouth. “If they only knew!”

For the german speaking people here: The rare pairing story "Das Richtige" about Daphne and Hunter from Qaf has been updated. 

And here you have some Ayala/Kim:

Title: "Casual sex"
Author: Moi
Fandom: Star Trek Voyager
Genre: Romance (?), AU
Pairing: Ayala/Kim
Rating: NC-17
Summary: What can I say. . . it's all about casual sex!
Disclaimer: Voyager is the property of Paramount.

“Casual sex”  (Harrys POV)

 

He woke up when he felt him move. Quietly, so as not to wake him, he picked up his clothes which lay in a huddle next to the bed and put them on. Harry opened his eyes. Ayala stood with his back to him and was obviously closing his uniform. When he went to the door Harry closed his eyes again, pretending to sleep while in his mind reliving the night. The drinks at Sandrine’s, the shared smiles across the room, the eventual conversation. The two of them clicked on this night and next thing he remembered were the lips on his body, kissing and licking every inch of flesh available. These hands wandering up and down like an explorer in the dark. ‘You’re beautiful,’ Ayala said, his breath tickling Harry’s ear.  When he heard the swoosh of the door he opened his eyes again, staring in the emptiness of his quarters, feeling the sharp pang of lonely pain.