by Lizzie
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Warnings galore! Danger Will Robinson!

This story is **NC-17**. Do not proceed any further if you are under the age of 18 or easily upset by other than plain vanilla sexual practices. If you do so, don't bother complaining.

All characters are owned by Paramount, I've merely borrowed them for my own amusement. Please return them to their original, upright positions when done.

Feedback wanted/needed/appreciated either private email or public post. Doesn't have to be much - a simple "Read it." will suffice.

And last but definitely not least, many thanks to JoAnne for starting this one off, even though it ended up with different people and in a different position than intended. (JoAnne, I leave Soran to your tender, merciful ministrations.)

"Sensors adjusted for ion interference."

Tom Paris heaved a long-suffering sigh and shook his head. "Harry, Harry, Harry. Why do you keep insisting on working so hard? It's a seven-hour trip to the planet surface and we've got maybe four hours worth of measurements to take. Relax, will ya?"

Harry mutely shook his head and continued with his task of fine tuning the sensors. It really bugged him when Paris was like this - you'd think that anybody who'd gone through the Academy (even if they later did get kicked out, he amended) would have a better grasp on... His train of thought was rudely interrupted by a blinking warning light. "Tom, better take a look at this; we've got some kind of problem here."

Instantly Tom snapped back to business, all attention focused on the displays in front of him. Fingers flew over the console, trying to track down and correct the problem. "Huh?," he grunted softly, "I don't understand what..."

"What?"

"The displays keep changing; first they tell me that we're right on course and speed, next that we're 500,000 kilometers off course and about to crash into the sun. You'd better contact the Captain, maybe they can help guide us back into tractor range or something. There's no way this shuttle is going to make it down - right now, it can't even tell which way "down" is!"

Harry shook his head. "Communications are out. Maybe if we reversed our heading - Voyager should still be in orbit and we can backtrack to her."

"Perhaps both of you gentlemen would care to come with me?"

The two men twisted in their seats to stare, jaws agape, at the being behind them. Tom recognized Q immediately - he'd stolen enough looks at that hedonistic profile often enough to have virtually engraved it in his memory - but it was Harry who recovered his wits fast enough to speak first. "Who are you? And how did you get here?"

Q smiled mockingly and pinched a bit of Harry's cheek. "Such an innocent young thing you are. So temptingly sweet..." He raised a sardonic eyebrow in Tom's direction. "I can quite understand the attraction he has for you. Such innocence is its own reward, eh?"

Harry jerked his head away from Q's touch and turned questioning eyes to Tom. "Tom?" His voice was quavering a bit from the shock and surprise. "Who is this? And what does he want?"

Tom stood up, forcing Q to back off a step or two. "Harry, remember all the talk in the mess hall about how there might be a quick way home? How there was this all- powerful creature who could zap us there in an instant?" Harry nodded his head. "Well, this is the guy. Q. I don't know what he wants with us but..." Here he paused, shooting Q a look of venom, "...whatever it is, it'll be ok. The captain won't let anything happen to you - I won't."

"Gentlemen, gentlemen." Q waved his hand dismissively in the air. "This is all very touching, but right now your ship is registering an uncontrolled anti-matter buildup on this shuttle. It should explode ... now. There, now your captain believes your shuttle destroyed and you along with it; this gives us so much time to continue our experiment!" he concluded gleefully.

"What experiment?"

"Why, I simply must explore this concept of loyalty. I've only seen it once before -- with dear Jean-Luc -- and I have to admit, it still puzzles me. How you, and your dear friend here," he said, nodding his head towards Kim, "would so willingly risk your lives to do whatever your captain asked." Q straightened up and clapped his hands together. "Shall we be off then?"

Tom blinked his eyes in wonder. Where before there had been only the metal walls of the shuttle separating them from the cold emptiness of space, now there were trees, flowers, birds singing. Off in the distance he would swear he even heard water gurgling over stones. A quick search showed that he was alone in this paradise - neither Harry nor the shuttle were anywhere to be seen. A slip of paper fluttered down from the skies, landing at his feet.

Tom glanced over the paper and, furious, crumpled it and tossed it away. So Q thought that he and Harry should get better acquainted? God help the poor kid. Tom shuddered faintly; he'd recognized the streak of callousness in Q - the same streak ran through him - and he wondered just what Q wanted to 'talk' about.

A flash of light interrupted his thoughts. Laying at his feet, where moments before had been nothing but wildflowers, was the nude form of Harry Kim, curled protectively into a small ball. Tom dropped to his knees and reached out to hesitantly touch his friend on the shoulder. Tom pulled his hand back when a strangled moan came from Harry's throat.

"He's not quite as strong as he looks. Pity. I'd hoped we could continue our 'discussion' a bit longer."

Tom sprang to his feet, enraged. "You bastard! What the hell do you want from us? And what did you do to Harry?"

Q sauntered forward until they were nearly touching. "I merely was testing the limits of his loyalty; how much he would endure before admitting that, just perhaps, his darling captain was wrong in refusing my offer of help." Idly Q traced the outline of Tom's mouth with his fingers. "Perhaps you'd like to continue?"

Another flash of light and Tom found himself standing in a sumptuous bedroom. The walls and floor were covered with a thick, lush material that felt soothing to the balls of his feet. A bed, draped in more of the same fabric, stood along one wall. Tom felt a slight breeze on naked skin and looked down. His uniform had been replaced by soft clothing made of some kind of silk. The sleeveless top crossed in front, baring most of his chest to the open air. Tight trousers clung to the muscles in his legs, emphasizing but not inhibiting. A soft whisper of a kiss brushed across the back of his neck.

"Q!", Tom exploded. "Just what in the hell is this?"

Strong hands gripped his shoulders from behind, pulling him back against Q's warm body. "Why, my dear boy, isn't this one of your fondest fantasies? That of harem boy?" Q slipped his hands lower, gently caressing Tom's burgeoning erection. "Unfortunately there are no delectable harem girls for you to play with. Only me."

Tom twisted in Q's grasp. "If you think that this is going to upset me, you're way off target", he said, pulling Q's head down to meet his in a long, deep kiss.

Q pulled away from the embrace first, panting deeply. "You're quite right, my dear boy. I forgot completely about your earlier ... accomplishments. Perhaps this would be more effective."

Another flash and Tom found himself face down over a table. Even without looking around, he knew where he was - in the cargo hold of the Maquis ship he'd first served on. They'd wanted to 'test' his loyalty too; fortunately Chakotay had stopped his fellow crew members before things got too out of hand. It didn't look like Chakotay would be showing up this time though.

Hard, rough hands squeezed his buttocks cruelly, forcing a gasp from him. "Perhaps this will make for a more accurate test", Q whispered in his ear. "No one will be coming to your rescue this time."

Tom bit back a gasp of pain as, without warning, Q sank himself to the hilt with one stroke. Harsh hands and fingers, indifferent to his protests, cruelly stroked and pinched his body as Q continued to pound into him. Against all odds, Tom felt his own state of arousal getting stronger.

"You know, Q," Tom managed to spit out between grunts. "I don't think this is going to do much either. I've had worse than this in prison."

Q stilled, his member still buried deep in Tom. "You know, you're absolutely right! I wonder how that managed to slip by me!"

Another brief, disconcerting flash and Tom found himself standing in a void. There were no visual clues - only a whiteness that stretched on and on. He was aware of the discomforts of his body - his erection throbbed and burned while his anus felt hot and embarrassed from the assault on it - but nothing else. No sounds, no movements, nothing.

Tom grasped his erection, intending to quickly put an end to the torment he was feeling when a single "No" stopped him. Q's voice seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at the same time. He glanced around wildly, searching for the being, but could still only see the featureless void.

Soft hands began caressing and stroking his legs, moving from calves to thighs to hips, always touching but never lingering long enough. Warm lips brushed kisses across the tip of his straining penis, sending bolts of desire that curled deep in his belly.

"Q..." Gentle fingers pressed against Tom's lips, stopping his protest before it could even form. Q's heated body pressed against his, their erections brushing against each other, even as the invisible hands and lips continued their gentle torment.

Q's mouth pressed against Tom's, his tongue probing and tasting. Tom fully returned the kiss, his own tongue darting and swirling like a wild bird. Finally they broke apart, each gasping for breath, eyes glazed over with passion.

With a small smile, Tom sank to his knees before Q, burying his face between the being's legs and inhaling lustily, his tongue lightly teasing the hard shaft. At Q's startled gasp, Tom opened his mouth, fully engulfing Q's throbbing erection, jaws muscles working as he began to suck, slowly working his way from bottom to top and back again, his tongue never ceasing in its erotic dance. Involuntarily Q began pumping his hips, seeking to drive even deeper down Tom's throat until, with a groan of pure sensual pleasure, he climaxed, spending himself in hot spurts.

Tom continued to suck eagerly, draining Q of every last bit, his tongue persistently scouring every last inch. With a self- satisfied smile, Tom rocked back on his heels, looking up at the being still towering over him.

Q looked down at Tom in wonderment. The few mortals he'd ever bothered to consort with had never behaved like this before! They had usually (albeit grudgingly) given Q some kind of sexual satisfaction but they were generally more concerned with their own base pleasures. But this! This was wonderful and enchanting!

An insistent tug on his shoulders brought Tom back to his feet, facing Q. Unable to speak, to put his thoughts into something as mundane as words, Q brought his lips down on Tom's. This kiss was nothing like those previous - where before the exchange had been aggressive and seeking, this one was gentle, full of erotic promises.

Q deepened the kiss, tasting himself on the other man's mouth. His hands roamed over Tom's body, lightly teasing the crack of his buttocks, brushing the front of his thighs, until Tom groaned in frustration. Q pulled back, his gaze searching Tom's face, as if looking for an answer to a question he hadn't yet asked. Seeing nothing but unadulterated passion there, Q smiled and sank to the ground, pulling Tom along with him.

Side by side, they resumed the interrupted kiss, hands wandering unhindered by anything but mutual desire. A feather soft touch here, a firm caress there, erections brushing lightly against each other, they drove each other on until the only thought in their minds was release from the maddening torment.

Tom looked at Q inquiringly and, when there was no protest from the being, flipped him onto his stomach, pulling his hips so that his buttocks rode high in the air. Slowly, savoring each exquisite inch, Tom eased his aching penis into Q's anus. With a groan, Tom stopped, struggling to regain some kind of control, not wanting to give way to his first impulse, to ravage Q's buttocks with a wild abandon he'd rarely felt before.

Q moved his hips slightly, as if inviting Tom to press harder and deeper, to not worry about Q's desires but, instead, to satisfy his own. This was all the invitation Tom needed. Teeth bared in a feral expression, Tom began to move, plunging in and out, deeper and harder with every stroke, Q's sphincter muscles clenching and releasing, creating waves of nearly unbearable sensation.

A slight movement from Q brought Tom's attention back to him. Without breaking his own movement, Tom reached around, grasping Q's penis firmly in his fist, sliding over the sensitive head and shaft until he felt Q's shudder of release. The warm stickiness cascading over his hand was enough to finally bring Tom over the edge and, with one last mighty thrust, he spent himself deep within Q.

The two men collapsed together, struggling to return to normal breathing, each lost in his own thoughts. Convulsive movements from Tom attracted Q's attention. Twisting slightly, he found Tom trying desperately to stifle laughter.

"Might I inquire as to what you find so amusing?" Q's tone was icy - any colder and snowflakes would have formed with each breath.

"It's nothing, Q. I was just wondering..." Tom paused for a moment trying to regain some semblance of control. "Do you still want me to admit that Janeway should have accepted your offer? Because, if she had, we wouldn't have had this."

Q grunted. "You have a point there," he admitted grudgingly. "Still, I think it was foolish in the extreme for her to deny my help."

Quickly Tom stopped Q's burgeoning tirade with a kiss that left them gasping again for breath. "Now," he spoke quickly before the being could recall just what it was he was so agitated about. "What are you going to do about me and Harry?"

"Do? Why should I do anything with either of you? Oh all right," he relented petulantly, seeing Tom's exasperated expression. "I'll send you back to your precious ship and captain. On one condition - that I can come and ... visit whenever I wish."

Tom thought for a moment. "Done with one condition of my own. You have to erase from Harry's mind whatever it was you did with him." He held up a hand to stop Q's automatic protest. "I don't want to know what happened between the two of you. I just don't want Harry to know either."

Q nodded briskly. "Done and done. And now..."

Tom blinked and found himself back on the shuttle. A quick glance at the instruments around him showed him that, not only were they at the location where they'd first encountered Q, they were also back in time. He could hear Q's mocking tone in his head - "Harry won't remember anything because, to him, nothing ever happened."

"Anything wrong Tom?" Harry asked quietly. "You look a little ... upset."

He shook his head, bringing his attention back to the console. "Nope, everything's just fine. Let's finish up with these readings the captain wanted and get back to Voyager. I've got some hot plans for this evening."

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