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Avon had always been a thief. His compulsions were buried so deep that the Federation hadn't even attempted to root them out as they did with Vila. And why should they? For years his avarice had disguised itself as ambition, as drive and the compulsion to succeed, which suited society.
He was the only one who knew how twisted he was, how he could only desire what someone else possessed. Anna may have known. Certainly she'd made no attempt to hide that she had a husband. She'd almost flaunted Chesku at him, telling him how highly placed the man was, how much he could afford in the way of luxuries, how much freedom she had as his wife.
Freedom enough to take a lover. Avon hadn't liked being taken. He had determined to steal Anna for his own, only to have his wonderful plan get her killed. He'd thought his jealousy and envy had died with her.
He'd been wrong. On Liberator every day Jenna flaunted her status, her closeness with the one who should have been Avon's, if Avon's perversity hadn't made him cold and vicious to the object of his desire. Until Jenna stepped in and took over.
And Jenna was so happy, so ... smug, walking with the stride of a well-satisfied woman onto the flight deck, confident and proud and... he wanted to smack the bitch. Except she'd probably beat him, and if by chance he should beat her, the atmosphere aboard ship would become decidedly unhealthy, considering her paramour's control over everything.
So Avon seethed in silence.
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The flight deck was empty except for ... the object of Avon's desire. He refused to think of his name. That only made it worse. No, an object. That's all. Cold and impersonal, and didn't give a damn whether he lived or died.
There was a minor malfunction and out of curiosity, Avon opened an access panel to observe the 'healing' process first hand. A little too first hand. He reached in and was flung back by an electric shock that coursed through his whole body, leaving him shaken and wide-eyed in startled instinctive panic.
"I never realized," he said as he clasped his trembling hands together. "You really do hate me, don't you?"
Zen replied, in tones so sympathetic that Avon gritted his teeth, "I am straight, Kerr Avon." There was a pause, and then Zen continued, "That is not the case with all members of this crew."
Avon sat up. "What do you mean?"
"Interference in crew affairs is not permitted," Zen said primly.
Avon suddenly thought of Jenna's hand on Blake's shoulder, and the way Blake encouraged/didn't encourage her. "Why, that greedy bitch. She can't have both of them!" He got up and strode off the flight deck.
Zen sighed to himself and called Jenna.
"Everything all right, Zen?" she replied, sounding sleepy and tousled, just the way he liked her best.
"Avon has left the flight deck. I am alone."
Jenna giggled. "I'll be right there."
Zen put on soft music. He hoped that Blake had taken his advice and was wearing the open-necked tunic and the tight suede trousers. The man desperately needed to get laid; nearly as badly as Avon did.
Now, if he could only convince Gan that joining Vila and Cally in a threesome was only being considerate of her alien needs... Zen did so like to run a happy ship.
nautile26 I hope you enjoy it!Avon had always been a thief. His compulsions were buried so deep that the Federation hadn't even attempted to root them out as they did with Vila. And why should they? For years his avarice had disguised itself as ambition, as drive and the compulsion to succeed, which suited society.
He was the only one who knew how twisted he was, how he could only desire what someone else possessed. Anna may have known. Certainly she'd made no attempt to hide that she had a husband. She'd almost flaunted Chesku at him, telling him how highly placed the man was, how much he could afford in the way of luxuries, how much freedom she had as his wife.
Freedom enough to take a lover. Avon hadn't liked being taken. He had determined to steal Anna for his own, only to have his wonderful plan get her killed. He'd thought his jealousy and envy had died with her.
He'd been wrong. On Liberator every day Jenna flaunted her status, her closeness with the one who should have been Avon's, if Avon's perversity hadn't made him cold and vicious to the object of his desire. Until Jenna stepped in and took over.
And Jenna was so happy, so ... smug, walking with the stride of a well-satisfied woman onto the flight deck, confident and proud and... he wanted to smack the bitch. Except she'd probably beat him, and if by chance he should beat her, the atmosphere aboard ship would become decidedly unhealthy, considering her paramour's control over everything.
So Avon seethed in silence.
The flight deck was empty except for ... the object of Avon's desire. He refused to think of his name. That only made it worse. No, an object. That's all. Cold and impersonal, and didn't give a damn whether he lived or died.
There was a minor malfunction and out of curiosity, Avon opened an access panel to observe the 'healing' process first hand. A little too first hand. He reached in and was flung back by an electric shock that coursed through his whole body, leaving him shaken and wide-eyed in startled instinctive panic.
"I never realized," he said as he clasped his trembling hands together. "You really do hate me, don't you?"
Zen replied, in tones so sympathetic that Avon gritted his teeth, "I am straight, Kerr Avon." There was a pause, and then Zen continued, "That is not the case with all members of this crew."
Avon sat up. "What do you mean?"
"Interference in crew affairs is not permitted," Zen said primly.
Avon suddenly thought of Jenna's hand on Blake's shoulder, and the way Blake encouraged/didn't encourage her. "Why, that greedy bitch. She can't have both of them!" He got up and strode off the flight deck.
Zen sighed to himself and called Jenna.
"Everything all right, Zen?" she replied, sounding sleepy and tousled, just the way he liked her best.
"Avon has left the flight deck. I am alone."
Jenna giggled. "I'll be right there."
Zen put on soft music. He hoped that Blake had taken his advice and was wearing the open-necked tunic and the tight suede trousers. The man desperately needed to get laid; nearly as badly as Avon did.
Now, if he could only convince Gan that joining Vila and Cally in a threesome was only being considerate of her alien needs... Zen did so like to run a happy ship.
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