The Dyak

Johnson watched, perplexed, as the Dyak male left the mess hall as quietly as he had entered fifteen minutes earlier; just as silently and alone as he had eaten. The doctor had at first, months ago, attempted to bring him into the fold, so to speak, but he had shied away from all his attempts, from everyone's efforts to welcome him and make the Dyak one of them. The one time Johnson had pushed him, had insisted he join in with the others, the fear in his eyes had made the doctor retreat immediately. 

"A most remarkable creature," Baden said from behind him. 
Johnson quickly turned. "In what way? Physically, mentally or sexually?" His blue eyes sparkled impishly as they stared into the other's dark ones. 
To the doctor's astonishment, the Chre replied, "All three." 
"Since when do you notice anyone in a sexual way?" Johnson commanded, one eyebrow high in disdain. 
"It would be illogical to assume I would not simply because I am a Chre priest," Baden announced firmly.
"Oh?" Johnson teased. 

Baden sighed. The doctor was again baiting him in his strange attempt at teasing. "It is his...fear...of closeness that fascinates me the most. As First Officer, I need to ask a question about his medical background." 
"Go ahead," the doctor agreed. 
"Was he ever assaulted sexually?" 
"He wasn't raped," Johnson confided gravely. "I thought that the answer at first myself, but his psi-realms were too clean." 
"Then..." Baden pondered the question for a moment. "I feel the Captain is aware of the answer." 
"That could very well be," Johnson agreed. "He was in with the Admiral Nash for more than three hours before he returned with yeoman Sheeka." 
"It is highly unusual for a captain of a star ship to escort a lab-tech back to his ship. And it is just as unlikely that a Vice-admiral would involve himself with someone who neither a relative or a bed mate. Therefore, why would Vice-admiral Nash associate himself with our new yeoman?" 
"Yes...err...how do you know he isn't his bedmate?" 
"True. It is a well known fact that he prefers males." 
"And how would you know that?" Johnson inquired. 
"He propositioned me once." 
"Oh..." Johnson said unperturbed, but he fought back a grin. Baden's eyebrow coolly rose. 
"I monitored several computer programs he ran from his terminal. Did you know he involves himself with first level medical texts?" 
Johnson's eyes grew wide. "What? But that's..." 
"Your level." 
"Perhaps he doesn't understand them. It could be he's simply curious." 
"He corrected an error in the programming," Baden said a trifle smugly. 
"No way. Fleet..." 
"Made an error; he caught it." Baden's dark eyes danced. "...and corrected it." 
"But he's just a tech, a fifteenth-level clean-up gopher." 
"Is he?" Baden's narrowed in contemplation. "Is he indeed? That does pose a fascinating question, does it not?" 

*** 

Sheeka met Church in the turbo. His eyes grew soft as he smiled at the Dyak. As always, an overwhelming sense of protectiveness flooded through the captain as it did whenever he looked at him. "Yeoman..." 
"Captain." he smiled shyly. 
"Is everything all right?" he asked. 
Sheeka nodded. "Yes, thank you." 
"Dr. Johnson has ordered your participation in our next shore leave," Church told him quietly. 
Alarmed, the Dyak male turned a pale lilac. "NO! Captain, please, I can't..." 

He touched him arm quickly. "I know. We'll...adjust...the records. He needn't know you haven't actually gone down." 
His relief was obvious. The tenseness that had invaded him body dissipated immediately. "Thank you!"
Leae, you can trust us, you know, all of us. You needn't spend the rest of your life keeping people at bay." 
"I trusted Commander Rutherford and almost died for it," he said in a whisper as the pain of remembrance swept over the angular, purple face. 
Church's hand rested gently on the Dyak's elbow. "I know."
"I am so lonely," the Dyak admitted.
"I know you are Shriv."
‘I am."
"On my world that is called, being gay. I am gay."
"Are you?"
"Yes. You needn't be alone." The Dyak searched the human's eyes. "I would like you to come to my room tonight, if you will."
"Why?"
"May I be honest?"
"Yes."
"I want to make love to you. I find you quite tantalizing, from the very first." Church's eyes glowed with desire. There was a similar spark in the Dyak's eyes. 
"I will, thank you." The doors opened and he left., leaving Church to travel on alone.
Desolation touched Sheeka and he paused in the hall to shove it back. Several curious glances were thrown at him. He chose to ignore them and continued to his small room. 
His roommate looked up and offered, half heartedly, "They're showing "Amber Skies" in rec room five tonight. Would you like to come with me?" 
Smiling politely, Sheeka said, "No, thank you." His roommate shrugged and left. Sheeka was lonely, horribly alone but the thought of getting close to anyone to battle that aloneness, terrified him. Who could he trust? And what if another innocent person was killed because of him? Yet, what was it about the Captain that called him? Was he simply a warm body to him? No, it was more. Sheeka refused to think further. A night spent in his arms would be a night spent in his arms; that was all.
Sheeka paused in front of the mirror. Even now, after a year, his turquoise blue eyes and pink hair startled him. Unbidden, the thought yelled in his mind, "It should be brown eyes, white hair. My flesh should be darker. I should have a cleft in my chin!" 
Memory taunted him. Visions of him dead brother floated before him eyes. "Nera," he murmured and pain taunted him. What if another innocent person died because of him as him brother had? And yet, the loneliness was sometimes too much to bear. 

"Come in," Church said as he pulled on a fresh shirt. Baden entered. "Did my singing bother you again?" Church's hazel eyes sparkled merrily. 
The Chre priest pretended to consider his friend's question. When Church laughed, Baden said, "Actually, sir, I came for another reason. Captain, who is Yeoman Sheeka?" He saw Peter, pause, grow tense. Baden's eyebrow went up. 
"She's one of our lab techs." Peter picked up his brush, toyed with his hair and obviously avoided looking at his friend. 
"Captain..." Baden's eyes bore into Church's back. He saw the Human flush. 

"We picked him up at Star Base One, remember?" 
"Of course, but I repeat, who is he, Captain?" The Chre priest's voice was firm, demanding.
"Yeoman Sheeka. We will be at Chre-Hih tomorrow. Are you going down?" 
"Captain?" 
"You're in charge of the records; check it out," Peter snapped. "Are you going to see "Amber Skies" tonight?" He met the Chre priest's eyes, and darkened in guilt once more. His chin went up in stubborn, silent argument. When Baden's eyebrow rose, Church inquired sternly. "Well? Are you?" He turned to snap the brush sharply down upon the face of the dresser. 
"No, Captain, I shall not be going. Sir?" Church looked at him. "I find it strange that you do not trust me." 
Church saw the brief flare of hurt in the alien's eyes. "Baden, ..." Self incrimination made Pete's face change color afresh, and then rules and regulations, and the knowledge that they were necessary in this case, made the captain of the ENDEAVOR say, "There's nothing to tell, Commander Baden." 
The Chre priest grew stiff, distant. "As you wish, Captain Church. I will retire to my room now." He hurried out. 

Two things warred within the Human, the need to follow his friend and apologize, share the truth, and the realization that he could not. He had argued for over an hour with Vice-admiral Nash, but the old fart had been adamant: No one else, not Johnson, not Baden, no one, was to be told the truth about Sheeka. To everyone else, Yeoman Sheeka was simply a Dyak male who had enlisted in Fleet, and worked in the medical labs. 
In his room, Baden used his free time to pore over the records of Yeoman Sheeka. It looked normal enough, standard, uninspiring. On impulse, the Chre priest commander went into him family's past. One tiny, apparently forgotten line appeared, grabbed his attention. According to the entry, Sheeka's parents had had only one child, a male...AND THAT BABY HAD DIED AT BIRTH! 

The chime on the captain's door went off. Church hurried to it, opened it, stood smiling foolishly at the Dyak. "Please come in." He spotted the golden ring around the Dyak's neck. He touched it. "I know what that means." Sheeka knelt at Church's feet, his head bent. Church encouraged him to rise. "I'll be gentle," he promised huskily. He kissed the other male, sinking his tongue deep into the Dyak's mouth. He kissed him again and again, allowing his hands to settle on the firm buttocks. He clutched them, massaged them, enjoyed the feel of them.

He disrobed the Dyak. Sheeka stood shivering from desire and fear for the captain was an unknown. Church pressed against the Dyak male, kissed him, ran his hands over the firm, purple body. "Undress me," he ordered. Sheeka did. "Take me into your mouth." Sheeka knelt, put his lips over the swelling shaft. Church groaned in agony. "Stop." Sheeka did that as well. "Lie on the bed, on your back. Let your legs dangle on the floor. Sheeka rose. He went to the bed and lay down, his legs spread, dangling. His own manhood had begun to react to the captain. Church took a tube of lubricant from the drawer next to his bed. "I know I should wait, but I've been thinking about this all day." He greased his swollen penis, greased the Dyak's anus and rectum. Sheeka moaned and lifted his body in wanting. Church slid carefully into the waiting darkness. Sheeka's maleness grew, lifted. He murmured low phrases in his own language and writhed in ecstasy.
"I don't understand what you're saying,' Church admitted and finished thrusting inside. The Dyak cried out. "I hope that's a go ahead." He rode the Dyak, back and forth, slowly at first then with ever increasing speed as his time came close. Sheeka sobbed in joy. The captain came with a suddenness that startled him. He groaned, bent over the placid body, trying to regain his composure. The Dyak lay there, waiting. Church slid out of the body beneath him and concentrated on the shaft in front of him. He licked, he sucked, he caressed. Sheeka cried out and came. The captain drank the semen. 

The Dyak lay trembling in pleasure. "Oiy ye va!" He muttered, clutching the sheet with tight fingers.
Church made the Dyak move over. He lay down by the male and cuddled with him. "You were wonderful." The Dyak sank into the human's arms. He kissed the man's chest.

It would become a nightly ritual with them.