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When Elnor returned to La Sirena and found no one there, he was immediately in a foul mood. Dropping the supplies Raffi had requested onto a counter in the galley, he gripped the edge, willing himself to relax.
Alone on my birthday. How could they?
And not just any birthday. He was now eighteen. No longer a Romulan boy but an adult male, although he didn’t expect the crew to stop calling him ‘kid’ or ordering him around any time soon. It was a huge milestone - so why was he alone on the ship right now? Picard was visiting old friends on Nepenthe and Agnes had been called away, but Rios, Seven, Raffi, and Hugh should have been here. Where was everyone?
He immediately chided himself for the stupid question. They had landed outside Stardust City on Freecloud last night. Also known as Alpha Doradus IV, this independent and lawless planet that doubled as a haven for criminal organizations, illicit business, and crypto-libertarians. He also knew from Seven that the Fenris Rangers used it to securely store funds, but by and large it was a place where anything went.
Translated: everyone was out partying. Without him.
Well, fuck that.
Elnor took a deep breath. He was used to being alone. If that was how he was going to be treated, he would go have his own fun.
He went to his quarters, took off his indigo-blue warrior’s attire, and put it away reverently. Then he donned the outfit he had bought while on Raffi’s errand. It consisted of a sleeveless silk shirt and tight trousers, both in such a deep shade of purple they were practically black. Matching belts cinched his slim waist and secured the pantlegs around his boots.
When he was done, he got off his bunk and looked at himself in the mirror. He could swear that he looked different. Less like someone’s boyish apprentice or bodyguard and more like a young man ready to experience life totally on his own.
He smiled, liking what he saw. Then he picked up his tan qalanq, slid it into the scabbard on his back, and left the ship.
*****
Before he saw Stardust City for the first time, Rios had told him it was like Las Vegas on Earth. “It’s loud and crazy and anything goes, kid,” he’d said. Elnor had no idea what this ‘Vegas’ looked like, but the ‘anything goes’ had grabbed his interest. It sounded like the perfect place to celebrate his coming of age.
Now, walking through the commercial district, he had a hard time hiding his awe. Holographic projections were everywhere: gyrating beauties, gambling insignia, and outlandish robots, all crazy-looking effects that made this place so extreme. After spending nearly an hour walking around, taking in all the danger and hedonism, he spotted a club called the Nightbox and strolled inside, ignoring the massive reptilian at the door who sniffed at him and grinned.
Once he entered, the sensory assault was instantaneous. The scent of cloying, synthetic perfume predominated and the music (if it could be called that) was jagged and fierce. Elnor watched a group of Ferengi bartering over a crate of salvaged parts and some Orion mercenaries making deals as the flickering neon light played across their skin. It was all so transactional.
He stood for a moment in the midst of all that swirling, neon-drenched vanity. Should he take a table? Dance among the gyrating crowd? He’d never done this before. What if someone touched him? Should he reciprocate or take their fucking head off?
Elnor was still pondering the question when he noticed two couples in a private alcove near the dance floor. Two men and two women sat around a blood-red table, all of them dressed in garish attire. They were staring at him with greedy interest, nudging each other and pointing. When they saw that they’d gotten his attention, they invited him over.
He hesitated. Then he approached, which got all of them smiling. One of them, a Nordic blonde in a skintight silver dress, gestured toward an empty seat.
“Join us, baby. Don’t stand there all alone.”
Elnor frowned. “My name is Elnor. I’m not a baby.”
The woman’s companion, a handsome man with wavy dark hair and neatly trimmed beard, chuckled. “Oh, we can see that. Here by yourself?”
“Yes.”
The second woman, who had olive skin and bright green wig, grinned. “Not any longer. Sit down.”
Elnor did. Then a Kazon waitress with several knives in her belt approached to take everyone’s order. The second man ordered Romulan ale for the entire table before looking at their young guest. “That’s what you drink, right?”
“No.” Elnor shuddered so hard that everyone laughed. “It’s terrible stuff. Just synthehol for me, please. And thank you.”
The waitress rolled her eyes but soon returned with Elnor’s drink and a large, electric blue bottle of what Rios used to call “a panic attack in a glass.” When she opened it for them, even the smell turned the young Romulan off: he wrinkled his nose and turned away.
“I don’t know how humans can drink that,” he said. “I know Romulans who vomit at the sight of it.”
“You didn’t,” the blonde said. “How old are you, anyway?”
He sipped the synthehol. “Eighteen. Today.”
The second man, who was shorter and slightly older than his companions, did a fist bump in the air. “Are you really? And we just happened to run into you tonight. Lucky us!”
Elnor was confused. “Why are you lucky?”
The olive-skinned woman smiled and touched his wrist. Her fingers were cool and smooth against his skin. “Why can’t you just accept a complement?”
“I really don’t get a lot of them.”
The bearded man signaled for the waitress to return. “The ale can wait. I think this calls for champagne. Ever had it?”
“No.”
“You’ll love it. Hang on. I’ll go get it - that waitress has her hands full with those Klingons.”
When he left, Elnor let himself relax enough to enjoy everyone’s company. This was NOT what he was used to at all. Much as the nuns had warned him against vanity and other frivolous emotions, he loved being the center of attention like this. No one was ordering him to stay silent, remain behind on the ship, or do what he was told.
The bearded man returned with five glasses of champagne on a tray. “Can’t you tell I used to be a waiter?” he beamed. He handed the first one to Elnor. “Drink up.”
While everyone else got their glasses, Elnor sniffed at it cautiously. The bubbles made his nose itch but the scent wasn’t too unpleasant, so he took a sip. It wasn’t bad: a slight alcoholic burn but a mild taste and crisp feeling on his tongue. When he took another, his companions cheered and raised their glasses.
“To grown-up adventures!” the blonde declared. “I’m Jezebel, by the way. This is Stefan” - her blood-red fingernail jabbed in the bearded man’s direction - “and that’s Julian and Rona.”
Elnor raised his glass too. He wasn’t sure what that was supposed to signify, but anything to finally be accepted and included. While everyone chatted, he listened eagerly and continued to drink the champagne.
This is what partying is like. I’m actually having fun.
He was about to ask for another glass when the room spun. Alarmed, he planted his palm on the table and tried to get up, but his knees were weaker than jelly. As he wavered, he asked out loud, “Am I drunk?”
If anyone answered him, he didn’t hear them. All he knew was that darkness was rushing in and he was falling into someone’s waiting arms. Someone who whispered, “Good. Now the party can really start.”
******
When Elnor woke up, he was lying on his back on a firm surface. His face felt flushed and uncomfortably hot. Groaning at the dizziness, he tried to wipe the sweat off his forehead, but his wrists were bound above his head. Whoever these people were - a blindfold kept him from seeing them now- they were clever to catch him like this.
“What is this?” he demanded weakly. “What’s happening?”
Rona’s voice tickled his ear. “Birthday party, honey. You’ll have lots of fun, we promise.”
Elnor wasn’t reassured. His heart rate skyrocketed and he attempted to jerk his wrists free, but the tight binding prevented him from getting his shoulders off the table. He tried to roll to the side and kick out, but suddenly more hands were on him, pinning his thighs.
“Stop it!” he rasped. “Let go!”
“I don’t think you’ll want us to.” It was the darkhaired man, Stefan. ‘Now let’s see what you look like under all those clothes.”
Elnor bared his teeth and hissed. “I’ll yell if you don’t release me now.”
Everyone laughed. “Sure, go ahead,” Julian said. “Those miscreants out there would love to watch the show or join in.”
The young Romulan froze at that. Then he felt hands on his belt. “Let’s get these trousers off,” Stefan declared.
Elnor tried to struggle as his belt was removed and cast aside, followed by his boots, trousers and underwear, leaving him naked from the waist down, but he was held too tightly. When feminine hands pushed his shirt up to his chin and began caressing his chest and nipples, he bit his lip and tried to ignore the heat spreading throughout his body. What’s happening to me?
They knew. Of course they did, damn it.
A calloused male hand grasped his cock and began to stroke it with just enough effort to tease. Elnor yelped and attempted to kick again, but his legs were grabbed, spread apart, and held firmly.
“Save your energy,” Jezebel said from somewhere to his left. “There’s nothing you can do, so you might as well lie there and enjoy it.”
Whoever was stroking him also touched his flat chest and belly, making him shiver. His senses were still reeling when his cock was released and two thick masculine fingers slid between his ass cheeks, touching his entrance gently. Arching his back, he stammered, “S-stop! What are you doing?”
He learned it was Stefan touching him when the man withdrew his hand and said, “Damn it, he’s tight. No way anyone’s getting in there unless we loosen him up.”
That made Elnor freeze. “L-loosen me up for what?”
Everyone roared. “He’s just too cute,” Jezebel purred. “Have you even had sex before, baby boy?”
“No!”
“No?” He felt her smooth loose hair off his forehead. “We’ll make your first time extra special.”
“You can make it extra special by getting off!”
Laughter exploded once again. “What do you think we’re trying to do?” Stefan chuckled. “Be good and maybe you’ll get off too.”
They released him for the few seconds it took to flip him over onto his stomach. Then he was bent over the table, ankles secured by two more of his tormentors. Before he could protest, large, warm hands squeezed his buttocks and spread them wide.
“My turn!” Julian said, voice thick with lust.
When Elnor felt something warm and wet prodding against his entrance, his forehead jerked off the table surface but someone forced it back down. “Ahhh,” he gasped. “What -no- stop!” At the same time, his body betrayed him: he was fully hard now and his hips started moving back, seeking more pressure from that exploring tongue.
As he gyrated against his assailant’s face, unable to stop himself from leaking on the floor, unseen fingers pulled the ribbon from his hair, letting it spill over his shoulders and back in inky black waves.
“So beautiful,” Rona sighed. “You’ve got to tell me how you get your hair so perfect.”
Elnor moaned as Julian’s tongue slipped inside and breached him more intimately. At the time time, he found her comment inane enough to choke, “Fuck off!”
“Language!” Jezebel chided. “We’ll find a better use for your mouth tonight, don’t worry.”
“Damned right,” Stefan said. “Which reminds me-”
Elnor felt fingers grasp a fistful of his hair and raise his head.
“If you bite while we’re keeping your mouth busy, we’ll rip every tooth out of your goddamn head,” Stefan growled. “You got that, birthday boy?”
The young Romulan wanted to tell him to fuck off too, but the man sounded like he meant it. So he took a ragged breath and said, “Yes.”
The grip on his hair disappeared. “Good. Mouthy slut. Because that’s what you are, you know. You act all shy and say no, but you’re riding my friend’s face like a whore.”
The two women laughed. Elnor flushed and lowered his head again. He hated how good that tongue felt in his ass, hated the way his body was betraying him. He also hated that he couldn’t touch himself or at least rub against something to relieve a need that was almost painful.
Julian suddenly withdrew. Elnor immediately tensed up when he heard the click of a plastic bottle being opened. Before he could ask what was going to happen, two fingers pushed into him, cold and slick with lube.
The initial penetration hurt slightly, so he tensed up. The fingers paused and a palm came down hard on his ass, inflicting a stinging slap.
“Open up, kid! Damn it, he’s so tight he’s going to seriously break my hand.”
“Just give it to him already. If it hurts, it’s his own damned fault.”
Elnor tensed even further at that. Then those fingers curled and brushed against something that sent shock waves of pleasure through his body. He actually arched his back, belly pressed painfully against the edge of the table, and let out a deep, guttural moan.
“I knew it!” Stefan declared. “So Romulans have one of those too!”
Julian gave a nasty chuckle and continued to massage that sensitive spot until Elnor’s legs were shaking.
“Oh my God! Please!”
“Not so shy now, are you?” Julian slid his fingers inside all the way to the top knuckle and thrust them in and out. “God, you’re going to feel tight around my cock. Be fucking amazing!”
That declaration shook Elnor out of his wanton reverie. “What?”
“Oh, shut up unless you really want to get hurt.”
Those fingers picked up speed, touching that spot that made him go weak. He felt a dull ache as he was gradually opened, but Julian’s other hand closed around his cock and stroked with enough pressure to distract him.
“He’s ready,” the man finally said at last. “Make sure you hold him tight, everyone.”
Elnor froze. “Wait a minute! I-”
“Sorry, boy, no more waiting.” Julian’s hands withdrew, and Elnor heard that ominous click of a bottle cap once again. Before he could protest further, something wide, slick, and hard prodded against him.
Oh my God, this is really happening to me!
Despite his arousal, he tried to push his hips to the side, to escape. As he suspected, it didn’t work. Julian’s powerful hands held him steady.
“Deep breath and try to relax,” the man said, sounding a little less abrasive.
Elnor inhaled deeply and exhaled just as slowly. The head breached his virgin entrance, making him shudder and yelp, and went in for a couple of inches before Julian stopped, his breathing slightly ragged.
“So fucking tight. Amazing. You were made for this, kid. You hear me?”
“Y-yes.” Elnor shivered and panted. The fullness was making his internal muscles clench down, which was slightly painful. At the same time, the pressure against that spot inside him was making him see stars. “P-please.”
“I love it when they beg,” Julian told his companions before sliding in all the way.
A loud cheer from the others shook the room.
“The virgin has left the building!” Rona crowed.
Elnor felt Romulan ale - he recognized the aroma - being spilled across his back, followed by eager tongues licking it off. As he was about to whine in frustration over his now-neglected cock, Julian made an especially intense thrust that sent the air flying from his lungs. Too breathless to scream, he pressed against the table and finally gave in.
“Please,” he whimpered.
“Say it again,” Stefan ordered. “And maybe we’ll be extra-nice to you. What do you say?”
“Please!”
“You’re a filthy Romulan slut, you know that, right?”
Elnor could only nod jerkily.
“Say it!”
“I’m a filthy Romulan slut!” He was stunned at how those words excited him further. He was leaking nonstop all over the floor. He prayed that they would let him come: if they didn’t, he was sure he’d go insane.
“Good boy.” He heard Stefan approach, followed by the soft rustle of clothing and -unless his ears deceived him- a zipper coming down. Then strong fingers turned his head to the side.
“Open your mouth. I’m dying to try that pretty throat of yours.”
Elnor was beyond defiance at that point. He opened his mouth, only to have a thick cock shoved between his quivering lips. When it hit the back of his throat, he gagged but Stefan showed him no mercy at all. As he drooled and choked, the older man repeatedly thrust into his mouth and hissed, “Good job, kid, keep taking it.”
Julian paused long enough to shift his position. When he thrust again, his cock brushed against that spot that held Elnor’s nerves captive. He didn’t let up either: each aggressive push sent waves of heat bursting through the Romulan’s belly, making him moan around the shaft in his throat. He was dizzy, overheated, and now nearly insane from arousal.
If this keeps up, I just might pass out.
No sooner did that realization hit when Julian shuddered and groaned. Elnor felt a wet heat flood his insides, filling him so much that when the man withdrew, it dripped out of his twitching hole and down his thighs. Stefan fucked his mouth for a couple of minutes longer before gasping, “Ahhh- fuck!” Then he came too, shooting down Elnor’s throat and making him gag.
The women cheered. Elnor took huge gulps of air, ass throbbing and thick rivulets of come trickling down his chin. Although he ached all over -and not in a bad way, he had to admit - that burning need in his own erection continued to distract him. Tears started to trickle down his high cheekbones as he moaned in frustration.
Behind him, clothing rustled as the men got dressed. As soon as Elnor made that desperate sound, footsteps approached and a warm palm descended onto the small of his back.
“Something you want, birthday boy?” Julian asked.
“Please,” Elnor whispered.
“Please what?” Stefan chided. “You’re eighteen now. Don’t you know how to use your words?”
Too frantic by now to care that he was debasing himself, Elnor blurted, “Please let me come!” He didn’t want to think about how he would react if the answer was no. He didn’t have to see his erection to know that it had to be red and livid.
Jezebel seemed to take pity on him. “Come on, guys. Let him come already. He earned it after that show.”
Elnor lay limp against the table as his wrists were freed. Several sets of hands lifted him to his feet and guided him backward, onto someone’s lap. He knew it was Julian when he slumped bonelessly against the other man’s chest and heard a lecherous chuckle.
“Ready, kid?”
All the young Romulan could do was nod. Ready? He was desperate.
Julian wrapped his right arm around Elnor’s sweaty chest and curled the fingers of his other hand around that long-neglected cock. The pressure was absolutely perfect - so was the stroking that followed. Elnor moaned, thrusting his hips to meet that skilled hand, until his own orgasm caused his defenses to self-destruct.
Biting his lip until green blood rushed to the surface, he arched his back like a bow and came everywhere. It was so intense, so perfect, that he broke into tears before he stopped spraying. Hands were all over him once again, caressing his chest, playing with his nipples, and stroking his hair while he bucked and writhed. They told him how beautiful, how good he was, how perfect.
He tried to catch his breath but it was all too much. When his cock finally stopped shooting, his chin hit his chest and darkness claimed him once more.
*****
“Hey, Elnor? You’re okay, don’t worry.”
He opened his eyes, wincing as his aching muscles made themselves known. He was still in that private room at the Nightbox, only lying on a crimson leather sofa and covered by a thick blanket. And instead of four degenerate partygoers, he was surrounded by four of the people he loved and trusted most.
Hugh. Raffi. Seven. Cristobal.
They had discarded their club gear and put their own attire back on. As his gaze traveled from one to the other, so much affection washed over him that his lip started quivering.
“Thank you all for that. It was incredible.”
Raffi stroked his hair. “You okay?”
“Better than okay.”
Seven rested her hand on Raffi’s shoulder. “Sorry she and I couldn’t get into it more. But you know.”
“I know. You both don’t like boys.”
That made her laugh. “We LIKE them all right. Just not always into them. But I have to say that you did great.”
“We weren’t complaining,” Cristobal grinned as he lit a cigar. “More for Hugh and I. That was better than I thought it would be. And I have to say I’m impressed. You really got into it despite knowing it was us.”
Elnor smiled as a green blush tinted his cheeks. “I wanted it to be all of you. I knew I’d be safe.”
Hugh came closer to the sofa where Elnor lay. Dropping to one knee, the ex-Borg caressed his flushed cheek. “You’re perfect. Thank you for letting me be the one. Your first.”
Elnor leaned into the touch. “It was an honor. Lie with me for a bit?”
“You got it.”
Taking the hint, Cristobal, Seven, and Raffi returned to the table and tackled the Romulan ale. Hugh carefully positioned himself behind Elnor and took the young man in his arms, holding him tight.
“Happy birthday, love.”
Elnor took his hand and kissed his fingers. “Thank you. But from now on, only you, okay?”
Hugh cupped his chin. “That’s a promise.”