by Tirel
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Okay, this story has absolutely no meaning but to make Q happy. Q has trouble writing sex and I have trouble writing anything that has meaning and actually goes somewhere. My opinion of this story is that it's 'crap', but Q insisted that I post it.

So, to those of you who are going to flame me (and I know you will - some people are never happy with anything) let's not forget that it is fiction. I can suggest many things for you to do with those flames, none of which involves marshmallows.

For Q the Immortal. Unlike Picard, I always think its wise to keep an entity happy. And for Kym, who nagged me for nearly a year to finish writing it. She knows how easily distracted I am. Thanks sweetie!

Disclaimer: I do not mean any disrespect to the actors. I am merely borrowing the characters. I do not own them, Paramount does. I do not make any money from this story and neither does Paramount.
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"Captain, sensors are picking up a class two nebula approximately 2.1 light years away," Harry said, not able to keep his excitement out of his voice.

Janeway smiled at him. She knew how he felt. They were getting low on many things. If they were lucky this nebula might be able to replace some of them.

Turning to Tom, she said, "Mr Paris, lay in a course for that nebula."

"Yes, ma'am," replied Tom, his fingers already flying over the conn.

"If we're lucky," she said, "that nebula might have just what we nee-" Janeway stopped in midsentence as she looked over at Chakotay and he in turn looked at her. Without realising that they had moved, Chakotay had hauled Janeway out of her chair and onto his lap.

Seating her so she was straddling his lap, he grabbed a handful of her hair and gave it a hard yank, pulling her head down to plunder her mouth with his.

He didn't have to force her - Janeway went just as willingly into the embrace as he.

Much to the surprise and shock of the bridge crew, who all stood looking on, mouths agape. All, of course, except Tuvok, who only arched an eyebrow in his usual way of showing curiosity.

Slowly Chakotay began to move his hips, arching them upwards, and Janeway in turn began moving hers, matching his rhythm. Small moans began to escape them both and echo around the room.

A room that was now as quiet as a tomb.

Just as suddenly as the onslaught had begun, it stopped, leaving the two participants in this love tryst stunned and out of breath.

"What the hell?!" Chakotay exclaimed, as Janeway began to remove herself from Chakotay's lap, noticing as she went that he was left still obviously very hard. Trying to look anywhere but his lap, Janeway looked straight up into the flushed red face of Harry Kim.

Clearing his throat, he looked away, finding something very interesting about Ops.

Janeway turned to look at the rest of the bridge crew and found that most of them had faces just as red, and would not meet her gaze.

All but two, that is. As she turned to look at Tom Paris, he gave her a wicked grin and a knowing wink. Then her eyes met Tuvok's, who still had his eyebrow crooked in curiosity.

"What happened?" she asked, looking around the room again. Then she saw it, a faint glow moving away from her and Chakotay and slowly heading towards an unsuspecting Ensign Kim, who was still staring at Ops.

"What happened," Tom answered cheekily, "Is that it looks like you and Chakotay finally decided to quit with the looks and jump each other's bones. Next time, though," Tom grinned, trying to control his laughter, "You could try renting a room."

Before either Janeway or Chakotay could make a retort, Tom turned away from them and stared at Harry, a look of anticipation on his face as the young Ensign made his way from his station, heading for the conn. . . and Tom.

Their eyes met and held each other's gaze.

Now it was the Captain and Commander's turn to look shocked as they watched Harry reach down and pull Tom roughly out of his chair and into his arms.

Their lips met, seeking, as they strove to deepen the kiss. Tom's arms tightened around Harry's waist as one hand stole down his back to cup his nicely rounded buttocks and pull him even closer still.

Harry moaned, and deepened the kiss even more, his tongue darting into Tom's mouth and out again, initiating first contact with Tom's mouth, then retreating. Tom's tongue was following suit, entering Harry's mouth and whisking out with rattlesnake speed, playing a game of cat and mouse that neither could win.

Harry whimpered as Tom's hips stared gyrating slightly in little circles. It was beginning to cause a delicious friction between both their bodies as their erections rubbed sensually together. Finally, Harry decided he'd had enough. He needed more of, and closer contact to, Tom's skin.

Moving slowly, so they broke neither the contact of the mouths, or their bodies, he lowered them both to the floor next to the conn.

More satisfied with this position, Harry began moving his mouth down the side of Tom's face, kissing, tasting, nipping, until he encountered the turtleneck. Groaning in annoyance and wanting to touch more of Tom's skin, he ripped open the front of Tom's uniform and attacked the offending shirt with gusto until Tom's neck and chest were bared.

Smiling in satisfaction, he once again resumed his exploration of Tom's neck. Biting and nipping his way down Tom's throat, over his collarbone, he continued to move down the blond lieutenant's chest until he came to a dusky nipple that was hidden under a smidgen of strawberry blond hair that was lightly spread across Tom's chest.

Taking the already hardening bud into his mouth, Harry sucked at it as if it was his only source of oxygen, causing Tom to moan and arch upwards into Harry's body just as Harry ground his hips and erection into Tom's, securing him to the ground again.

Deciding that enough was enough, and that two could play at that game, Tom rolled Harry over onto his back, trapping him with his legs and holding him there.

Neither of them heard the gasps coming from the other crewmembers as Tom once again resumed kissing Harry as if there were no tomorrow.

Tom started moving his hips in time with the thrusting of his tongue. Ripping at Harry's uniform, Tom tried to get closer to Harry's warm beckoning skin, both of them groaning as their chests collided and bare flesh met bare flesh.

Harry moved his legs up to wrap them around Tom's waist, resting his heels on Tom's butt and adding pressure to his thrusts as they started to moving together. . . faster and faster, both striving for the ultimate goal. Completion.

Staring to think that it was getting a little hot, Janeway loosened her turtleneck and looked around. It was obvious she wasn't the only one feeling the rising temperature. B'Elanna was fanning her face, trying to cool her skin and Chakotay had broken out in a sweat.

Turning her attention back to the show on the bridge floor, she watched as two of her finest officiers worked each other over, totally oblivious to anyone else. Just as she and Chakotay had been.

Another moan, and, "Oh, yes! So close, Tom. So close." Harry arched higher to meet Tom's thrusts, both of them moving faster. So desperate now, and then Tom was screaming, "YES! Oh, YES!" as he exploded, throwing his head back in pure ecstasy, Harry only a moment behind him.

Leaning forward, Tom softly kissed Harry's lips before his arms gave out and he collapsed on the satiated Ensign. Harry's arms came up automatically to wrap around Tom's back. Nobody noticed when the turbo-lift doors opened and Seven and Neelix stepped onto the bridge, stopping dead in their tracks as they caught sight of Tom and Harry on the floor in a tangle of arms and legs and obviously very, very satisfied.

"Captain," Neelix approached Janeway, "I think it would be in the best interests of the crew if we left this part of space immediately," he said, pausing briefly to look at Harry and Tom's entwined forms.

He noticed a glow move away from them, heading towards him and leaving Tom and Harry sticky and spent. Their clothes torn and both totally confused as they looked at each other, then at the flushed faces of their crewmates and Captain.

"Oh, shit," Tom said, as he saw the same looks on their faces that his and Harry's had worn not so very long ago when the Captain and Chakotay had been going for it.

Clearing her throat, Janeway looked directly into Tom's eyes and said, "You mentioned something earlier, Mister Paris? About getting a room?" She took a certain amount of satisfaction at the lack of a comeback from Mister Paris and the red flush that stained Harry's cheeks at her words.

Neelix was still staring in their direction, but now he started backing away towards the turbo-lift, his hands raised as if to defend off some invisible invader. "NO!" he shouted. "NO! NO!"

It took them a moment to before they realised he wasn't looking at them, but at a faint glow that was now moving away from them and towards him. It pooled at his feet before it began to wind its way up and around his body.

Looking over at Tuvok, Neelix let out a loud moan at the look of desire he saw in the Vulcan's eyes and then launched himself at the security chief, landing on the upper half of his body. Tuvok caught him easily, and Neelix wrapped his legs around his waist, saying, "Take me, Vulcan! Take me!"

This was something no-one had expected, especially when they heard Tuvok's moan of equal desire as he brought his hands up to cup Neelix's ass and hold him in place, his lips swooping down to capture the Talaxian's with extreme passion. His usual control was quite evidently gone as he succumbed to the pleasure both their bodies were now seeking.

Having seen more than enough, Seven moved forward to get Janeway's attention again. "Captain," she reported, "The Borg have encountered this phenomenon before."

"Elaborate," Janeway ordered.

"Whilst assimilating species 2473, we came upon one of their ships stopped dead in space. When we boarded it, we discovered all the crewmembers in a state of euphoria. At the time, they were in close proximity to a nebula.

Apparently, there are aliens in the nebula that are drawn to suppressed emotions and they induce their hosts to express their hidden desires. The Borg, having no emotions, were resistant to the aliens and the ship was easily assimilated."

As Janeway pondered the information, Seven continued with, "Captain, I insist that we leave now, while you still have a crew capable of doing their jobs."

Janeway turned from Seven to look at Neelix and Tuvok. "Tom," she ordered, "Back us away from the nebula."

Tom, glad for the excuse of something to do, jumped into his chair and laid in a course away from the nebula. Watching Tuvok and Neelix had made him start wanting Harry again. 'Damn,' he thought, 'The alien must still have some kind of influence over me.' Shifting uncomfortably in his seat, he felt himself begin to harden again.

"Captain," B'Elanna reported from the engineering station, "We've lost impulse and warp engines. Thrusters only."

"Helm controls have gone too, Captain," Tom added, "We're not going anywhere." He was stating the obvious and received a 'real lame joke Paris' look from B'Elanna.

"Seven, B'Elanna, get on it!" Janeway barked, "I want those engines up and running, ASAP!"

When she received no reply, she turned to see why her orders were not being obeyed. She was left staring in disbelief at Seven's back as the former Borg advanced on B'Elanna. She grabbed the half-Klingon's hair and yanked her head back, biting the side of her face. "Your blood is sweet," Seven growled, tossing B'Elanna to the ground and pouncing on her. "You will make an excellent mate!"

B'Elanna rolled to one side, causing Seven to hit the floor. Regaining her feet lithely, B'Elanna growled her invitation for Seven to pursue her again.

In the meantime, Tuvok and Neelix were realising the position they were in, and Tuvok dropped the little Talaxian so fast that his ass hit the floor with a thud. Looking up at Tuvok, Neelix saw how quickly the Vulcan's control came back, his face reverting to its normal implacable mask.

His gaze dropped from Tuvok's face, seeing the shame and disgust the Vulcan was trying to hide, and came to rest briefly on the front of Tuvok's pants before slipping to the floor. A small amount of satisfaction surged through him as he thought, 'Well, he'll need a lot of meditation to get that thing down.'

More groans and growls were heard from Seven and B'Elanna's section of the bridge as Tom and Harry asked to be excused in order to change and get cleaned up. Receiving a nod and an absent-minded wave of the hand from Janeway, they dismissed themselves and headed towards the turbo-lift, passing Seven and B'Elanna's forms wrestling on the floor.

The pair went totally unnoticed by either the Borg or the half-Klingon, but not by the alien as it once again detached itself from its current hosts and moved snake-like across the floor towards the two unsuspecting young men, its colours changing and glowing a little brighter as it slipped into the turbo-lift just before the doors closed.

Seven and B'Elanna came to their senses, separated, and stared at each other, panting hard from their workout.

Looking around the room, Tuvok said, "The alien appears to have left the ship, Captain.

"I didn't think it would leave so easily," Chakotay said, as he too looked around. "It appeared to be having too much fun for it to give up now."

Janeway turned and glared at him.

Trying not to laugh he managed to produce an innocent grin. One that did not match the mirth that was shining openly in his eyes.

Moving away from him, Janeway said, "Seven, B'Elanna, get to work on those engines. Chakotay, you've got the helm."

"Aye, aye, Kathryn," Chakotay said loud enough for only her to hear.

Taking a deep breath and glaring at his back, she thought, 'he's getting far too much enjoyment out of this than he ought to.' If she were lucky, Tom would take his time.
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Picking up on her happy thought, the alien smiled to itself and looked up at the two people in front of it. With the feelings these two had kept bottled up from themselves and each other, there would be no problems in keeping them together.

The alien had encountered thousands of other species in its lifetime, and it had never encountered two such as these, this pair who had such deep passion and love for each other. When it was given it was so pure that it made the alien giddy. Moving towards them, the alien wrapped itself around them, covering them completely.

Reaching out, Harry took Tom's hand and slowly raised it to his mouth, kissing each finger thoroughly before starting all over again. Drawing first one finger, then a second into his mouth, sucking and loving each finger in turn before moving onto the next hand and repeating the pattern.

He made sure his eyes never left Tom's the whole time he did this, loving the look of pleasure on Tom's face and revelling in the moan that passed his lips.

Harry moved forward slowly until he had Tom's back pressed up against the turbo-lift wall. Focusing on tom's mouth again, Harry lowered his head, greedy for the taste of it.

Tom ran his hands down Harry's back to cup his ass. Connecting with material instead of flesh, Tom ripped the rest of Harry's upper uniform off; his hands free now to roam over Harry's chest and back. He could feel little lick of electricity shooting through his fingers wherever he touched as he moved his hands down and over Harry's chest.

Harry sucked in a sharp breath as Tom's hand brushed across his nipple, the little bud hardening at the touch. Seeing that Harry liked this, Tom did it again, and again, tugging at the tiny bud until Harry wanted nothing more than for Tom to continue this exquisite torture forever.

Tom nipped and kissed his way along Harry's collarbone and down his chest, taking the charcoal bud into his mouth.

They sank to the floor of the turbo-lift as Harry's knees gave way at the delicious sensations Tom's tongue and mouth were causing. Tom felt the shiver that ran through Harry's body and smiled, drawing the other bud into his mouth, sucking hard.

Knowing how ready Harry was, Tom lowered him onto his back just as the turbo-lift doors opened, revealing the startled and anxious Crewmen Geron and Chell.

Sensing the new arrivals, the alien left Tom and Harry once again and headed toward the two crewmen.

Recovering first, and finding himself once again on top of the undeniably magnificent body of his best friend Harry, Tom reluctantly removed himself and, standing up, helped a still dazed Harry to his feet. Looking at Harry's red and swollen lips, Tom thought, 'My kisses did that.'

Raising his hand, he gently touched his own lips, discovering that they were just as swollen. 'Harry's kisses did that.' To his surprise, he found that the though of being with Harry not at all repulsive.

Movement in the hall had him taking his eyes off of Harry's succulent mouth and shifting them to the source of that movement. He saw Geron and Chell. The Bolian was moving forwards, pulling the younger Bajoran into his embrace.

Grabbing Tom by the arm, Harry pulled him out of the turbo-lift. "Come on, Tom. Let's get out of here before anything else happens."

Moving quickly and quietly, they worked their way past Geron and Chell and along the corridor, avoiding the writhing bodies that seemed to be strewn everywhere. They ended up in front of Tom's quarters.

Harry pulled up short, Tom nearly bumping into him. As Tom caught sight of what had made Harry stop dead in his tracks, his mouth dropped open. The two men stared in amazement at the scene in front of them. Jenny and Megan Delaney were on the floor. In between them was Susan Nicoletti. All three of them were naked and grinding their hips together in circles as they headed towards climax. One of Susan's hands was caressing Megan's, or was it Jenny's?, buttocks, making sure to keep the pleasure of their bodies together while the other hand delved in between her legs.

Watching them, Tom commented to Harry, "A Nicoletti sandwich. After this, I think I've seen just about everything." Laughing, he pulled Harry towards his door. "Come on, Harry. You can get a new uniform from the replicator in my room. It'll be safer than you trying to get back to your room." Even as he said it, Tom was thinking, 'And if another alien comes along, I don't want anyone else making love to my Harry.'

Tom wasn't quite sure why he felt this way, why he felt so strongly that no one else should have Harry. He just felt that Harry was his. He'd never felt this way about his best friend before. Or had he?

Harry agreed with Tom. It was the safest way for him to get a new uniform. 'Of course,' he added to himself, 'This way if anything else does happen, at least I'll be with Tom'. Which is exactly where he wanted to be.

Preceding Tom into his quarters, he sat down on the couch and watched as Tom sat down next to him, both of them breathing a sigh of relief to be out of the public eye.

"Safe at last," Harry said, looking over at Tom, wanting nothing more than for Tom to haul him across his lap, the way Chakotay had done to Janeway. Only, without the influence of the alien.

"Come on, Harry," Tom said, getting up and ruining Harry's burgeoning fantasy. "Let's get you that uniform."

Moving off the couch, Harry went to the replicator and programmed in his requirements whilst Tom went to his bedroom to change.

His uniform materialised, and Harry picked it up and followed Tom into the bedroom. He came to a halt as he saw Tom pulling on clean underwear. Blushing a little, and trying not to stare, Harry turned away.
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Outside, the alien decided that its new entertainment was not as exciting as the previous pair. It had mistaken the love Chell felt for Geron. His was that of a brother, or a father, not a lover. Leaving them, it went in search of Tom and Harry.

It found them easily, and slipped unnoticed under the door and into Tom's bedroom.

Tom turned to look at Harry, drinking in the perfection of that solid back. He continued watching as Harry removed the remains of his uniform. 'More perfection,' he thought, caressing Harry's ass with his eyes, his fingers itching to touch the firm mounds in front of him.

Feeling Tom's eyes on him, Harry kept his back turned so Tom couldn't see just how much he was affecting him. Picking up his uniform with a decidedly shaky hand, he was just about to put it on when he felt Tom's hand on his shoulder.

"Harry," he said, his breathing ragged, "You okay?"

"Mmmhmm," Harry replied, not able to say anything else.

"Harry," Tom said again, a little more anxiously this time, "Harry, look at me."

Tom's hand was beginning to tingle at the warmth of Harry's skin under his fingers. "Come on, buddy," he coaxed, "Look at me."

Removing his hand and stepping back a pace, Tom watched as Harry slowly began to turn around, clutching his uniform to him like a life preserver.

The sight that met his eyes had Harry forgetting all about his modesty and his suddenly lax fingers dropped his uniform, the black and gold cloth falling to the floor.

Tom was standing in front of him completely naked, and with an erection to match his own.

For a minute, Harry thought it was a dream come true, that Tom really did want him. But then he saw the glow radiating around the hand Tom held out of him as he waited for Harry to take it and join him.

'If this is the only way I can have him,' Harry thought, 'Then I'll take it.'

Smiling happily into Tom's face, Harry took the hand that Tom held out.

Raising the hand to his mouth, Tom kissed the inside of Harry's palm as Harry went willingly with him to his bed.

Tom gently pushed Harry down on to the soft covers of his bed. Reaching up, Harry pulled him down, both of them gasping as their bodies met, skin to skin, for the first time. The chime of their comm-badges went unnoticed.
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On the bridge, Tuvok looked at Janeway and reported, "Still no reply, Captain."

"They've been gone for nearly an hour now," Janeway stated, which was something everything was well aware of. "I'm going down there," she announced, heading for the turbo-lift.

"Captain," Tuvok said, stepping in front of her to block her passage, "I do not see the logic in your decision. It is unsafe and unwise. You could be..." he paused for a few moments, as if searching for the right word, "...overwhelmed. If you insist upon this, then it should be I who goes. Among other considerations, I do not believe it would be good for the crew's morale if their Captain is unable to perform her duties competently."

"Thank you for reminding me of my duties as Captain, Tuvok, and for your offer, but right now I have a duty to Tom and Harry. They aren't answering their comm-badges." Janeway placed a hand on Tuvok's right shoulder and gave a throaty laugh. "As far as the morale of the crew, I don't think it's something we need to worry about at that moment."

She continued to the turbo-lift and, just as the doors opened, Chakotay got up and came to stand next to her. "Kathryn," he asked, "Think you might need some company?" His eyes were shining with mirth again.

"That won't be necessary, Commander," she said as she stepped into the lift. The doors were closing when she continued, "Just try to keep the ship in one piece while I'm gone."

The door closed completely on his grinning face, and she gave the command, "Computer, Deck 4."

Hitting her comm-badge, she said, "Janeway to Sickbay."

A moment later, the Doctor's voice answered, "Sickbay. How may I help you, Captain?"

"Can you meet me outside Lieutenant Paris' quarters on Deck 4, Doctor?" she requested.

"Certainly, Captain. Doctor out."

Coming to a stop on Deck 4, the lift doors slid open. Stepping through them, she almost bumped into the Doctor who was standing, transfixed, staring at the mass of writhing bodies on the corridor floor before them.

Grabbing his hand impatiently, Janeway pulled him along the corridor, avoiding everyone until they got to Tom's quarters. Stepping over the Nicoletti sandwich to get to Tom's door, Janeway quickly overrode the entry code and stepped inside, waiting for the Doctor to join her.

hen he didn't, she turned to see why. He was squatting next to the three women, tri-corder in hand, recording all the data he could for later examination.

Rolling her eyes, she barked, "When you're ready, Doctor." Her tone was so sharp that the Doctor practically jumped into the room after her. Taking one last look at the threesome in front of him, he thought, 'Fascinating,' remembering a little late to turn on his recording device.

Once inside Tom's quarters they only had to follow the deep, loud moaning which was obviously coming from the bedroom, to find the missing officers.

This time it was Janeway's turn to stop and stare. She had already seen them together on the bridge, but this an entirely different scene altogether.

The bedclothes had been stripped off and were in various puddles on the floor. The only things that were on the bed were Tom and Harry. Completely naked, spooned together and pleasuring each other. She'd never seen anything more erotic. The Doctor set the recording device up, letting it float past them into the room. Stepping past Janeway, he followed it into the room to get a better look himself.

"Interesting," he said, more to himself than to Janeway, as he walked around the bed. "I've never seen this sort of thing done before." Ignoring the look Janeway was giving him, he knelt down beside the bed to get a closer look.

"Doctor," Janeway warned him. Tom and Harry wouldn't appreciate knowing the Doctor was studying them like this, let alone recording it.

"Hmmm?" was the only response she got.

"Doctor," she said again, this time louder and in a more menacing tone than she had used before.

This time she got his attention. Looking up, he saw the no-nonsense face she was wearing and decided that he'd better obey.

She had no idea how interesting this was to a Doctor with his kind of programming. Getting to his feet, he walked back to where she was standing.

Finishing what they had been doing, Harry rolled over and pulled Tom atop of him, kissing him with a hunger that had his breath coming in short gasps. Both of them were becoming aroused again, their bodies moving sensuously together.

"Doctor, is there anything we can do to stop this? Is there any way we can relieve from this alien leech without putting them in danger?"

"I don't believe that Ensign Kim and Lieutenant Paris are in any immediate danger, Captain. Other than the fact that we are all stranded here until the propulsion systems and helm controls are working again. As far as I can tell the alien means no harm, only pleasure, to its hosts. In helping to give pleasure, it also receives some to a certain degree. It would appear to have taken a liking to Misters Kim and Paris, that's all. The only thing we can do for them, Captain, is to move the ship away from the nebula as soon as possible."

"I think," said Janeway, glancing at Tom and Harry, "That it's time we were leaving. This is getting a little too personal, and I don't think my officers would appreciate knowing we were here."

"But Captain!" the Doctor protested, "This could be important and very useful medical information!" Janeway dragged him from the room, but he turned his head to look back at the two men in time to see Tom enter Harry. The two of them moaned in unison as he stilled himself for a moment, before moving.

'Damn the woman!' the Doctor thought. 'It's all right for her to want to explore everything in creation. After all, she'd been the one who wanted to get a closer look at this nebula, so technically this was, as usual, her fault. Although she would disagree, of course. He knew he should have brought his mini-recorder. He could have left it in Tom's room and retrieved it later.

Once in the corridor, they began picking their way through the bodies on the floor, making their way back to the turbo-lift. They were just entering it when Janeway's comm-badge chimed and B'Elanna's voice came over the comm system.

"Captain, we've got the warp and impulse engines back up and helm controls are on line. We're ready to move away at your command."

"Proceed," Janeway commanded, wanting to get the hell away from the nebula as quickly as possible. She stepped into the turbo-lift with the Doctor and ordered, "Bridge."

"Well, Captain," the Doctor commented cheerfully, trying to ease her worry, "With any luck everything will be back to normal in no time. Today will just seem like a bad dream."

'Normal,' she thought. Things between Tom and Harry would never be the same again. 'They've been through a lot together. I hope their friendship can withstand this little incident. And what about her and Chakotay? Could they go back to normal? As though nothing had happened?' Smiling, she remembered his parting words and the look in his eyes. Perhaps she would stop running and finally let him catch her. Maybe the alien had done them a favour after all.<
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Walking onto the bridge, the Doctor in tow, she didn't miss the smile Chakotay threw her way. "It's working, Captain," he said as they watched the bright lights moving snake-light back towards the nebula.

"If you like, Captain," whispered the Doctor, "I can have the crew's memory of today erased to save them any embarrassment."

"I don't think that will be necessary, thank you, Doctor. We're all adults. I think we can work through this without too much fuss," Janeway replied, catching the soft bark of Chakotay's laughter, catching him eavesdropping.

There was something about his laughter she liked very much, and had done since they had been stranded on New Earth together. It came so freely and openly, an honest and deep sound that came straight from his solar plexus.

She smiled, remembering an old 20th century Cantonese proverb she'd once read. Never trust a fat man who stomach doesn't move when he laughs, it means he is insincere.

Coming back from her little trip down nostalgia road, she realised the Doctor was still standing there, waiting to be dismissed. "That will be all, Doctor," she told him. "If I need any help in the memory area I'll let you know."

"Thank you, Captain," he said, making his way to the turbo-lift.

Taking her seat next to Chakotay, she noticed at once how his whole body was still shaking with uncontrollable laughter.

Leaning in closer, so only she could hear, she whispered, "Have you made plans for dinner tonight?"

Turning confused eyes on her, he answered, "No." Searching her face for any hidden meanings he saw the change in her eye colour as she said, "Then I'll expect you at 1900 hours. And Chakotay," she smiled seductively, "Don't be late."
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Coming out of engineering, B'Elanna and Seven watched as crewmates all around them began to come out of the fog of sexual ecstasy they had been in and realise where they were. What they had been doing. And with whom.

Looking at each other, both breathed a sigh of relief that they hadn't got that far as they watched people running in all directions, trying to dress as they ran. There were similar scenes on every deck, including number four, where the Delaney sisters were unwrapping themselves from Susan Nicoletti.
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In Tom's quarters, both his and Harry's comm-badges chimed repeatedly as both B'Elanna and the Captain tried to hail them - all to no avail.

Knowing it was time to leave, the alien reluctantly removed itself from two of the most erotic creatures it had ever come into contact with and hung in the air above them for a moment before leaving the ship.

In reaction to its departure, Tom stopped in mid thrust and looked down at Harry. The young Ensign's eyes flew open and their gazes met and held.

Tom was stunned at the depth of passion and desire he saw in Harry's brown eyes and then he heard Harry's words, whispered on a breathless moan: "Don't stop, Tom. Please, don't stop. I've wanted you, wanted this, for so long. So very long." Harry's eyes looked up at him, full of silent pleading.

Tom didn't want to stop, and there was no way that he could have if he did. Being inside Harry and having his tight, moist, hot cavern walls squeezing in all round him was just where he wanted to be.

Looking down at Harry's beautiful face as though he'd never really seen him before, Tom lent forward and brushed his lips over Harry's in a soft caress.

Pulling back so he could look into Harry's eyes again, he said softly, "I couldn't stop now even if I wanted to, baby. And, believe me, I don't."

As though he had decided that Harry needed proof of that, Tom surged forward, burying himself completely inside his lover. He repeated the movement, loving the deep moan that this brought forth from Harry's lips.

Tom continued to move for a few more minutes before Harry recovered enough control to surge upwards and meet his thrusts.

Conjuring up an amazing amount of willpower, Harry held himself back, not wanting to come yet. He wanted to buried as deeply in Tom as Tom was in him when that happened. He felt Tom pick up the pace and knew it wouldn't be long now before Tom came.

Tom must have read Harry's thoughts because he came an instant later, exploding as the orgasm hit him with the force of ten photon torpedoes. His arms gave way and he collapsed onto Harry's chest, breathing hard, his head nestled in the hollow of his lover's throat.

Lifting Tom's head, Harry placed a soft kiss on his lips, moaning as they parted, opening under his and allowing his tongue access to the warm recesses of Tom's mouth. The kiss was so hot, so out of control, it had them both breaking apart from a lack of oxygen.

Harry slid his hands sensually over Tom's back, loving the play of muscles under his fingertips. His hands roamed everywhere before settling at the crevice between his buttocks.

Using his index finger, Harry slowly circled Tom's anus before gently pressing the tip into the tight puckering hole. Tom's body was so relaxed from his recent orgasm that he felt no pain as Harry slowly deepened the intrusion, moving his finger around in small circles before adding a second, then a third, making the circles bigger to accommodate the arrival of each new finger.

Tom's arousal was starting to reawaken. A thick moan of desire escaped his lips only to be captured and devoured by Harry's. As he felt Harry's fingers scrape across his prostate, he bucked wildly, nearly knocking Harry's hand away.

Knowing Tom was ready for him, Harry broke the kiss and said in a shaky voice, "Tom, I want to be inside you. I want to be where my fingers are. Will you let me?"

Tom whimpered at the emptiness he felt when Harry withdrew his fingers. "YES!" he shouted. Harry rolled them over, and Tom brought his knees up to his ears, repeating his acquiescence, "Yes, Harry. Take me. Please take me."

Hearing Tom beg to be taken wasn't doing much for his already fragile control. Kneeling between Tom's legs, Harry changed his position, spreading his knees wider for better balance and resting his buttocks on the heels of his feet.

Tom was whimpering and begging Harry over and over again to take him, to make him his. Harry positioned himself just outside Tom's anus and slid his hands under Tom's ass, tilting his pelvis up for easier access. He slid himself slowly into Tom, nearly losing it when he felt Tom's inner walls stretching to accommodate his size and then retract back in around him.

Pausing a moment, Harry lent forward and scattered kisses over Tom's face, before coming to rest on his mouth. Tom groaned, his need overwhelming him.

Pulling away from the kiss, he pleaded, "Don't stop, Harry. Don't ever stop. Please." He threw back his head and cried out, "PLEASE, HARRY!"

"It's okay, Tom," Harry reassured his lover, "I'm not stopping. I just need some time to regain control. You're so tight, I almost lost it. We don't want this show over before it even begins."

Tom shook his head even as his back arched higher off of the bed, taking Harry deeper into him.

Feeling Tom's urging, Harry began moving, slow and unsure at first. Then he found his rhythm and nothing could have stopped him as he plunged in out of Tom's body. Wrapping his hand around Tom's straining erection, he pumped it in time with his thrusts.

Tom was beyond thought as Harry worked him over. It wasn't long before he felt his scrotum start to twitch, growing heavy with impeding eruption. He came first, screaming Harry's name as he spurted his semen down the front of his chest, the orgasm hitting with the same force as his previous one.

It wasn't until the contractions subsided that he felt Harry spurting inside him, his cum hot and sticky as it coated Tom's prostrate and inner walls in a seemingly endless supply. His scream of ecstasy was as loud as Tom's; he yelled his lover's name to the stars.

Not slowing his pace, Harry thrust as Tom continued to milk him until there was nothing left. Finally, his arms gave out and he came crashing down on Tom's chest, briefly knocking the wind out of the already light-headed lieutenant.

They lay there, exhausted, for a good ten minutes before Tom moved Harry off of him and turned them both on their sides. He spooned his body up against his best friends', asking quietly, "Harry, why didn't you tell me how you felt? You said you've wanted this for a long time. Were you ever going to tell me?"

Silence reigned for a few minutes. It was so quiet Tom could hear his heart racing as he waited for Harry's answer.

When it came, it was as quiet as the question and twice as solemn. "You're my best friend, Tom," Harry said, "I didn't want to lose you."

"There's no way you would have ever lost me, Harry," Tom declared fiercely. "No matter what."

"Since we've been on board, you've had a lot of relationships, Tom," Harry continued, wanting his lover to understand, "Most of them were brief, like you were searching for something. But, all of your partners were female. I didn't dare dream you liked men as well."

"Look at me, Harry," Tom commanded softly.

Harry shifted, rolling over so he and Tom were chest to chest. He looked up into Tom's eyes, startled by the love he saw shimmering in the blue orbs.

"You're right, Harry," he said, "I was looking for something or, rather," he said with a small chuckle, "A someone." Tom leaned down and planted a soft kiss onto Harry's lips, adding, "And now I've found him."

Looking down into Harry's stunned eyes, Tom chuckled again, "It took me a while to realise it was you, though."

"When did you?" Harry asked, his heart filling with joy at Tom's words.

"You remember after the alien finished with us, it went to Tuvok and Neelix?"

Harry nodded, not sure what Tuvok and Neelix had to do with anything, but determined to let Tom explain in his own way.

"Well," Tom continued, "I looked over at you and I started getting hard again. At first I thought it was just some residual effect from the alien. I was so grateful when the Captain ordered a retreat; it gave me something to do besides think of you."

He took a breath, and continued, "Then, in the corridor outside my quarters when I told you to get changed in my room..."

Harry nodded encouragingly, knowing Tom needed to say this as much as he needed to hear it.

"I wasn't just thinking of you," Tom confessed. "I was also thinking of myself. All I could think about was how I didn't want you walking to your quarters and another alien finding you and someone else getting to make love to you. I realised then that I did want to make to you, but, more than that, I wanted to be with you."

Harry smiled sweetly at Tom's words and it gave him the courage to continue.

"When I touched you in the bedroom, and you turned around, that was me standing naked in front of you - not the alien."

Running the back of his hand down the side of Harry's face in a soft caress, he declared, "I love you, Harry. I always have. I just never realised it before." Smiling, he said, "I guess it's like what Seven said - the alien likes to bring hidden feelings to the surface. Between the two of us, I'd say it's just had the best time of its life."

Smiling happily into Tom's face, Harry said, "I love you too, Tom. Always have. From the first time I saw you on DS9, and you rescued me from that Ferengi, I loved you. My very own knight in shining Starfleet uniform."

Pressing his body firmly against Tom's, he bent his head and kissed him passionately before pulling back slightly to say, "I'm yours, sir knight. Do with me what thou wouldst." He loved the predatory growl that his words provoked.

Never one to turn down an offer. . . well, maybe when it came from the Delaney's, Tom rolled Harry beneath him again.

Outside the ship, a very satisfied alien moved away from the hull that separated Tom's quarters from the blackness of space and headed for home.

"That appears to be the last of them, Captain," said Chakotay on the bridge, as they and the crew watched the brightest and most colourful alien make its way home. He turned in his chair and asked, "Shall I try to contact Tom and Harry again?"

"No," she said, suppressing a smile. "Give them ten minutes. I think they're going to need it."

Chakotay didn't hear a word she said - he was already thinking ahead to their dinner and what his punishment might be if he was tardy.

Janeway watched a slow smile spread across her executive officer's face and, leaning back in her chair, permitted little smile to grace her own lips. The day had definitely been a turning point in their relationship.

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