Change by Jane Seaton 

Data finds a way to experience emotion with the help of an android who wants to grow up. 

Turnaround by Skazitelnitsy 

...Chekov's mouth found his. Those strong, soft lips had become demanding and Sulu didn't have the will to resist. An aggressive tongue pushed easily past his half-hearted defences and claimed his mouth... 

Mentor by Laura Jacquez Valentine 

Vulcans are very private about their sex lives, but perhaps not so restrained as that might suggest. 

Doing the Business by Robin Lawrie 

"This started as a thread in ascem about dressing characters up in nice gear-" ...and rapidly got out of control. 

Another Treksmut Illustrated Moment by Greywolf the Wanderer 

In response to the 'all dressed up' challenge, our favourite furvert came up with the goods. 

One More Saturday Night by Greywolf the Wanderer 

...And then went one better. 

Remirrored by P.B. Wrapper and Skazitelnitsy 

Another transporter accident, another visit to the Empire, another assassination attempt by evil Chekov. But this time, the ensign doesn't have promotion in mind. 

I Never by Skazitelnitsy 

..."Okay, I've never fantasized about Captain Kirk." 

"Oh, you bitch," Uhura complained congenially as she took a drink. She raised an eyebrow at Chekov as she set her glass down. "Why aren't you drinking?"... 

Training Scenario by Jane Seaton 

Starfleet is recycling TOS episodes as training exercises, but Ro Laren and Wesley Crusher have made some modifications to the plot. 

St George and the Gecko by P.B.Wrapper 

Light years from Vulcan, or James T Kirk, Spock suddenly finds himself getting all hot under the collar. Will his colleagues be willing to help him out, and will Spock be willing to let them? 

Evil for Evil by P.B.Wrapper 

Chekov shivered, then took a large step backwards. "No, not again..."

Sulu laughed. "You can stop play acting now. You were pretty convincing, I thought. I never guessed you could be that good..."

The ensign pouted.

Sulu folded his arms. "...At acting, stupid. Tell you what, come here and let me kiss it all better."

Wintergreen by Laura Jacquez Valentine 

I could feel my erection hot against my thigh as Ensign Chekov moved closer, and I smelled fresh wintergreen -- his soap, I think. I was still holding his hand, and I could not bring myself to let go. I dropped my shields, sensed desire and trust welling out of him. I thought -- oh Pavel, I doubted for a second that you wanted this, forgive me -- I thought that I should push him away. He was so young, a child really. But I remembered how he had confessed his love for Sulu to me, how he had looked at me with a man's eyes, not a boy's, and I gave in to the heat within me, that burned in my stomach and my loins.

Wish You Were Here by Jane Seaton

While on assignment, Sulu writes a letter home to his favorite ensign.

Kirk's Luck by Jane Seaton

Harry knocked off the computer's audio switch and threw the shuttle into warp. It was obvious to him what had happened. The wormhole he'd been watching must have had more than one exit in the Delta Quadrant. He'd never heard of such a phenomenon, but he didn't question what his panic was telling him. Voyager, or Chakotay, had found the other exit and sent a probe in too. Or actually gone in themselves... (which didn't make sense either, but he was too strung out to notice). The wormhole had become unstable when Harry's returning probe and Voyager had tried to get past one another. It had collapsed, spewing the remains of the starship back out. But there was a may day. There was a may day. Something, and therefore maybe someone, had survived. 

BDSM 101: Failed by P.B.Wrapper 

"Well..." Sulu laughed. "All those men, sitting around in the harem, with nothing much to do but lift weights and take a turkish bath from time to time... I mean, it would spoil the fantasy if the queen wanted me every night. There has to be that element of 'will she want me, or won't she', and... a little illicit homoeroticism..." 

Chekov looked daggers at him. "So, you want to incorporate me in your fantasies as a... a... an occasional catamite?" 

BDSM 101: Resubmission by Skazitelnitsy 

Recycling plots almost faster than the eye can see, Skazitelnitsy lures Chekov into S&M heaven once again. 
 

Enhanced by P.B. Wrapper

"When my time comes again, woman, your blood will burn too. You
have
no choice."
Uhura opened her mouth again, to protest. "Spock..."
"Leave me."
She was too angry to say anything coherent. Once out in the
corridor,
the door firmly closed behind her, she gave vent to her
feelings. "You
bastard, you total bastard."

Do the Clothes Make the Man? by Skazitelnitsky

Sulu and Chekov get ready for a costume party. 

Little Pasha in Slumberland by Skazitelnitsky

After a fight with Sulu, Chekov has some unusual dreams. 

Letting Go by Laura Jacquez Valentine

Follow-up to "Wintergreen". 

In Hot Water by P.B.Wrapper

Chekov, Sulu, and Uhura spend some quality time in the great outdoors. 

A Matter of Competition by Skazitelnitsy 

...With no warning or hesitation, the ensign closed the tiny space separating them and kissed the lieutenant on both cheeks. Sulu tried to keep his composure and remember that in Chekov's culture this was just a simple gesture that men routinely shared. Instead of moving on, Chekov put his hands on the lieutenant's shoulders and gave Sulu's lips a moment of serious contemplation before kissing them as well.

This, to the best of Sulu's knowledge of Russian culture, was not standard practice ... 

Interruptions by Skazitelnitsy 

A robbery leaves Chekov and Sulu in a compromising position. 

The Taming by Skazitelnitsy 

"I suppose you're assuming you're here to be interrogated," the Klingon said at last.
Chekov blinked at him. "What else would I have been brought here for?"
The Klingon took another long swig from his bottle, then capped it and tossed it onto his bunk. "You've been allotted to me," he explained, taking the ensign by the arm and pulling him forward. "Come here. I want to look at you."
"I'm a prisoner of war," Chekov protested, digging his heels in. "Under the terms of the latest treaty signed by our respective governments, I can't be given work assignments unless..."
The Klingon grinned at him -- This time Chekov was sure it was a grin. "This isn't a work assignment."

The Return by Karmen Ghia 

Chekov deals with the emotional fallout from his experiences in "The Taming". 

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