The BLTS Archive - Blue Rapture
by Zathrus (litsaki@yahoo.com)

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Spoilers: 2.18 "The Crossing."

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Answer to a challenge fic from starleet2001 posted in Message 12044:
**One of the two reveals to the other that they always had wished they
could experience multiple orgasms like a woman. The remark takes up
root in the other's mind, who can't shake it, just as they are about
to make first contact with an alien race that are capable of reading
minds. They are capable of more than that because somehow, and that's
where your wonderful minds take flight, the alien race fulfills that
wish giving him (whoever) female genitalia without taking away his
maleness. So, the climax of the story must be that of our lovely
hermaphrodite for a day; brought to the multiple pleasuring heights by
his lover.**

Beta: stubadingdong

Star Trek and Enterprise (the universe, the characters, and all
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infringement is intended or should be inferred.

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Trip smiled at the ticklish feeling he got as Malcolm drew lazy
circles on his stomach with a forefinger. He looked into Malcolm's
dark blue eyes, seeing love and affection there. And something else,
too.

"What's up, Malcolm?"

Malcolm looked into the clear, light blue eyes of his beloved. He
knows me so well, he thought.

"I was just wondering what it would be like to experience multiple
orgasms, like a woman does."

Trip chuckled, rather surprised. "One at a time doesn't satisfy you
enough?"

"I didn't mean that. I just meant...that it would be interesting to
experience. What does it feel like? Do they all feel the same? Are
they the same intensity?"

"Wow, you're sure full of questions. What brought this on, darlin'?"
Trip asked, thinking that Malcolm usually didn't think about things
like this.

Malcolm reddened a bit. "Well, Hoshi and I were talking about sex the
other morning, and as she explained multiple orgasms I became very
intrigued. I never thought about it very seriously until lately,
especially after what happened with the "Wisps." My curiosity was
piqued, that's all."

"I didn't know you and Hoshi shared sex tips," Trip teased.

"We don't always just talk about weapons during her training. We've
gotten to be quite good friends; I appreciate having a woman's point
of view about life."

"And obviously about sex."

"She explained it as best she could, but I've become quite curious
about it. Hmmm," Malcolm mused, "it certainly explains the human
male's tendency to build large machines capable of throbbing loudly
and having a repetitive output."

Trip laughed out loud. "Is that a direct jab to us engineers?"

"Could explain my fascination with multiple explosions," Malcolm
smiled slyly.

Trip looked thoughtful. "Wow, I wish there was a way to make it come
true. I'd certainly like to see you coming over and over again." With
that, he took Malcolm's face in his hands and kissed him fervently.

---

Trip looked down at the oxyspanner he was holding, forgetting for a
moment why he needed it. He'd been so distracted lately, what with
thinking about the discussion he and Malcolm had the other day. My
Maly sure comes up with some doozies sometimes, he thought to himself.

What had also been on his mind were the Tetrans. The Enterprise had
encountered their ship a couple of days ago. Archer and T'Pol had been
talking with the captain of the alien ship, going through First
Contact protocols. The Vulcans had never encountered them, so Archer
and T'Pol were completely on their own with this. They wanted to make
sure this First Contact went better than that with the Kreetasans.

"Archer to Commander Tucker." The Captain's voice called to him from
the intercom.

"Yes, Cap'n."

"Please come up to the bridge, Trip. We've been invited aboard the
Tetrans' ship."

Trip clicked the comm off and headed to the turbolift, curiosity about
the alien ship filling his head.

---

Trip walked onto the bridge, looking over at Malcolm for a split
second before his eyes settled on the alien onscreen talking to
Archer. The Tetran was humanoid, yet appeared reptilian in appearance,
with white, green and dark brown swirls in its scaly skin. It wore a
copper colored headdress, with swirls and leaves worked into it. It's
eyes were also like a snake's, having the thin pupil and translucent
iris. The hairs on the back of Trip's neck went up when he saw the
alien. He wasn't particularly fond of snakes.

"We'd be delighted to come aboard, Mishka Rekava, " Archer was telling
the alien. "I'll bring my first officer, my chief engineer, and a
couple of others if that's okay."

"Yes, of course, bring as many as you wish! We shall greet you soon."
The alien's soft, melodic voice made Trip do a double take. He had
expected something hissing and creepy sounding.

The screen went blank. Archer looked over at Hoshi. "Hoshi, you'll be
joining us on the Tetrans' ship," he turned to Malcolm, "as will Lt.
Reed."

"Is that all, sir? Don't you think we'll need at least one or two more
security personnel?" Malcolm's concern about the first contact
situation was evident in his voice.

"Now, Malcolm, I don't want them to think we're invading them, or that
we're paranoid of every new race we encounter. Just having you with us
will be fine, and yes, you can bring a phase pistol."

Poor Maly, Trip thought. First contact situations hadn't gone well for
him on this tour.

---

Once on the Tetran ship, the crew exited the shuttle. Archer entered
the launch bay first. Four Tetrans were there to greet him: the one he
had talked to previously, and three others, all having the same
coloring as Rekava. They wore purple, linen-like flared cropped pants,
lavender jackets that were closed at the collar, long sleeved and cut
close to the body, and the copper headdresses.

"Captain Archer, welcome to our domicile. Our dearest hope is that
when it comes time for you to leave us, it will be with sorrow that
you are departing."

"Thank you, Mishka Rekava. I, too, wish the same." He waited, not
quite sure what to do next.

"It would please me greatly for you to recognize our family: Grinia
Vedoozes, Mufa Lurli, and Prrett."

Archer then introduced his crew, and when they were finished,
proceeded down the corridor. Trip and Malcolm fell back behind the
others.

"Well, Mal, what do ya think?"

"They obviously seem very friendly. The captain seems to trust them.
They have no weapons on them, but I'm still at full 'tactical alert,'
as I'm sure you've guessed."

"Relax, Malcolm. I get a sense that these people just want to be our
friends. Really!"

Malcolm looked at Trip, doubtful he was going to relax while on an
alien ship. The Tetran named Prrett fell back to walk with them. The
three talked about various subjects until they came upon a large room.
There was an assortment of beverages, and after a quick scan, Malcolm
deemed them fit to drink. The Tetrans were amused by this behavior.
Prrett, especially, was intrigued by Malcolm. She got the sense that
Malcolm was very curious, and wondered about a great many things that
were well beyond his sphere of physical reality.

While the rest of the Enterprise crew and the Tetrans talked about
exchanging cultural information, Prrett showed Malcolm and Trip a
beautiful blue stone that she wore around her neck suspended from a
copper chain.

"This is the Jula Stone. Only certain members of our society wear it,"
Prrett told Malcolm, as she held it out to him.

"That is quite beautiful. I noticed smaller stones like it in your
headdress," Malcolm said as he admired it. He took it from her hand
and examined it, not out of suspicion, but of curiosity. It had depth
in it, and was comprised of different materials, as if a turquoise and
a sapphire had been fused together somehow. It started to glow in his
hand, becoming warm. Malcolm wanted to let go of it, but couldn't. It
had an almost hypnotic effect on him.

Trip watched Malcolm as he sat riveted, concentrating only on the
stone. He put a hand on his shoulder. "Malcolm, ya'all right?" he
asked, eyebrows knitted in concern.

Prrett slowly took the stone from Malcolm's grasp. Malcolm blinked and
shook his head. "Yes, Trip, I'm fine. It was incredible. I saw..us..
in the stone." he turned to look at Trip. "I saw us making." he
stopped, embarrassed at the thought of describing such a private scene
in public. Malcolm adjusted his shoulders and cleared his throat.

Turning to Prrett, he said, "You said that only certain members of
your society can wear this. Which members, if I may ask? Obviously
you're part of this elite."

Prett frowned at the word elite. "Please explain this word—elite. Our
Universal Translator was unable to translate it."

"Elite means," Malcolm searched for simple words to describe it.
"Privileged, select few."

Prrett frowned again. "But we are not privileged. It is our duty to
wear the stone. Our duty to our society."

Malcolm and Trip frowned. "Please explain this.duty.that/ you have to
your society," Trip requested, encouraging Prrett to continue.

Prrett looked confused at first, but her scaly countenance cleared, as
she understood what he wanted her to explain. Trip was amazed at how
her reptilian face could be so expressive.

"I am telepathic. The stone helps me to focus on the thoughts, desires
and wishes of those who seek my gifts."

Both Malcolm and Trip raised their eyebrows in surprise.

"Are all your people telepathic?" Malcolm asked.

"No. The ability is caused by a recessive gene, which is always on the
mother's side. Females are the only ones born with this ability. Those
born with this gene have mothers, grandmothers, and great
grandmothers, down the line who all have the recessive gene. But the
ability manifests itself every three generations."

"And those who seek your gifts-what do they request? Is it usually
government or business negotiators?" Malcolm asked.

"No," Prrett answered. "They are those who wish to have their desires
fulfilled."

"But how do you that by being telepathic? I'm sorry, I don't meant to
sound foolish, but I'm very confused. Humans define telepathic ability
to simply mean that they are able to read minds." Trip clarified his
confusion for her.

It was Prrett's turn to look surprised and confused at the same time.
"Our ability goes beyond that. We are able to make those seeking our
gifts experience that which they seek-whether it is to live as someone
else for a day, to go mountain climbing without being near a mountain,
etc."

Trip and Malcolm exchanged glances. "Fascinating! I've never heard of
such an ability." Trip was truly amazed at her talent.

At that moment Archer called over to them, "Malcolm, can you come over
here, please? The Tetrans would like for you to take a look at their
weapons systems."

Malcolm stood up, sorry that he had to go. He wanted to find out more
about this "gift." On the other hand, he could tell Archer about it
and to be on the lookout for any type of psychological manipulations
these Tetrans might attempt. "Of course, sir. I'll be right there."

He looked at Prrett and smiled. "Thank you for an enjoyable and
informative afternoon. Please excuse me." He nodded at Trip and went
over to Archer.

"You love him very much. It doesn't take a telepath to see that. What
I do see, or rather feel empathically, is that you know of this desire
of his and would like to fulfill it for him somehow, " Prrett
intimated.

"Which desire would that be?" Trip was suddenly suspicious.

"His desire to experience pleasure as female of your species."

"You sound sure. How do you know this?"

"It came through when he was holding the stone. The fascination and
the fear were evident in his desire for this wish to be fulfilled."

Trip frowned. "You read his mind without his permission?"

"No, he sent me those thoughts. He was also curious about our
intentions toward your crew."

"Well, of course he was. He's the one who makes sure we're all safe in
any situation."

"Please, Trip, there is nothing to fear from my people or me. We truly
want to have a friendly relationship with your species; to open trade
and information exchanges for our mutual benefit."

Trip looked into her colorless eyes, seeing only friendship and warmth
there. He decided to be honest about Mal's latest fixation. "If you're
talking about his curiosity as to what multiple orgasms feel like,
then yes, I wish I could fulfill it for him."

"Then talk to him tonight. He is simply frightened of the chance I
offer him."

"Frightened? Well, yeah, that you'll try to take over his mind."

"Although he is somewhat frightened of this, it is not as frightening
to him as the awareness that once he experiences the multiple
pleasuring, he will not want to go back to the way he really is."

"Please explain to me how you'll help Mal to feel this pleasure-what
do you do exactly to make someone feel like they're experiencing their
fondest wish?" Trip asked Prrett.

Prrett began slowly. "First, I will need to know what it is like for
your females to experience multiple pleasuring. Then, I will use the
stone to help me focus, implanting the idea in the mind of the person
requesting the gift. It is done.subconsciously, so that the receiver
is unaware of the feelings until they are brought to the surface with
a specific trigger. Sometimes there are physical manifestations of the
gift."

Trip reddened at the thought of asking one of the female crewmembers
to explain multiple orgasms to Prrett. "Uh, I'm not sure who I can ask
to get you that, uh, information."

"When Malcolm presented the thought to me, an image of a woman with
eyes different than his or yours came to mind. Do you know of anyone
like this?"

Trip brightened. "Yes, Hoshi. She's the one he had talked to about the
multiple orgasms." Trip let out a big sigh. "I'm not quite sure how to
approach her with this."

"Maybe I can help you?"

Trip looked over at Hoshi, sitting at the end of the room, engaged in
deep conversation with a Tetran. Prrett looked to where Trip's eyes
had wandered.

"She is the female who Malcolm had in his mind! I got good feelings
from him about her. Let's ask her now."

"Wait, Prrett," Trip held out his hand to stop her. "I'd rather do it
in private. This kind of thing is a personal matter, not one we'd like
everyone in the room to know about."

"I understand. You humans are truly curious, with this concept of
privacy and." Prrett squinted her luminous eyes, ".embarrassment."

Trip smiled and shook his head. "Yeah, that's us alright."

Trip digested the information Prrett had given him. "I'll talk to
Hoshi first, then to Malcolm tonight, but I can't guarantee anything.
I'll let you know tomorrow either way."

"Thank you Trip. You are truly a genuine friend and lover to Malcolm."
Prrett stretched her lips into a smile, although it was obvious to
Trip that her species didn't smile. He smiled back and held his hand
out to her. She took his hand and he put his other hand over hers in
friendship.

---

Later that evening, Malcolm was in Trip's quarters, positioned so that
his knees were on the bed, his face was supported by a pillow, and was
resting his upper body on his elbows. Hands gripping the side of the
mattress, he moved to the rhythm of Trip pushing in and out of him
from behind. He closed his eyes and imagined his lover's face as he
squeezed his sphincter around Trip's dick.

"Uhhohhh, Malcolm, that's so." Trip took in a big breath as he felt
Malcolm's anus muscle squeeze him tight. Trip looked down at the
muscular ass that he was pounding. God, it's so beautiful, he thought.
He grabbed it and squeezed, then bent over Malcolm's back and grasped
his dick with his right hand, moving the foreskin up and down. He
heard Malcolm moan. He loved that sound. Wanting to hear it again,
louder this time, Trip bit his shoulder blade just sharply enough,
then licked the mark with the tip of his tongue. At that, Malcolm
arched his back, shuddering.

"Ahh!" he shouted, surprised as the pain produced an electric
sensation going straight to his groin.

Trip pulled the foreskin all the way down, exposing the head. His
thumb made swirls on the top, opening the urethra. Malcolm bucked,
reminding Trip to plant his left hand more securely on Mal's hip so he
wouldn't slip out.

"Trip, please..."Malcolm begged, feeling an incredible pressure in his
dick, accompanied by the mind-blowing sensations in his backside. Trip
could always do this to him.

Trip could barely keep himself contained as he heard Malcolm whimper.
"Tell me what you want, my Malcolm, my lover..." he whispered in
Malcolm's ear, nuzzling the lobe.

"I wah...Trrriiippp!!" Malcolm could hold back no longer. He jerked
his body forward and came, spurting semen into Trip's hand. As he did
so, Trip suddenly thrust forward, burying himself deep into Malcolm,
releasing all that he had to offer. Their groans echoed across the
room, bouncing off the walls and into each other's ears, making the
shared orgasm that much more intense.

Malcolm fell forward, his knees unable to support him any longer. Trip
feel heavily on top of him, his dick growing soft. Trip rolled off
him, and Malcolm turned onto his back, breathing heavily.

Looking over at Trip, he smiled. "I love being fucked by you, Mistah
Tucker. Doggy, missionary, doesn't matter, you are a master with that
lovely dick." He looked down. It was lovely, nestled, scrunched up and
unassuming, in the light brown hairs at its base.

Trip turned onto his side and looked into Malcolm's eyes, drinking in
the affection so evident in them. "I love you, Malcolm Reed. I love
fucking you and hearing you moan, knowing I'm doing that to you. Me
and no one else."

Malcolm moved closer to Trip, taking his face in his hands and kissed
him slowly, savoring the feel of his soft lips. Trip responded in
kind.

When they broke the kiss, Trip went into the bathroom to get a towel.
He ran water over it and came back to the bed, wiping himself and
Malcolm. Clear, light blue eyes met gray-blue ones.

"What did you see in the blue stone, Mal? You never told me."

Malcolm remembered the scene played out in that stone, the
extraordinary sensations he felt from it. "You and I were making love.
I can't exactly describe it, but when we came, it was like nothing
neither of us had ever experienced before."

"Prrett can make it come true for you—for us." Trip offered.

"I'm not about to let that alien go rummaging about in my head."

"Malcolm, she won't go rummaging about! She'll simply make you feel
what you've always wanted to feel: multiple orgasms like a woman."

"Don't you think it's interesting that she picked the Armory officer
to help him fulfill his wish?"

"What the hell's that supposed to mean? She's offering you a chance
to." Trip let out a frustrated sigh. "Why do you have to get all
paranoid about her, Mal? Did you ever think for once that she's not
some evil entity intent on destroying us?"

"And why are you so sure she's benevolent?"

Trip sat next to Mal on the bed. He cupped Malcolm's neck with his
hand. "What are you so afraid of, Malcolm? Please tell me."

"I'm afraid of the Enterprise and everyone aboard being destroyed!
Bloody hell, Trip, think about that for one second. Think about what I
have to do as this ship's Tactical officer; what I have to plan for,
what I have to watch out for!" Red faced with anger, Malcolm got up
and walked around the room, gathering his clothes.

Trip closed his eyes and pressed the heels of his hands to them.
Dammit, all I want to do is give him this gift.

"Trip, are you alright?"

Trip opened his eyes to look into the concerned face of his lover. He
smiled sadly. Getting up from the bed, he went to the bathroom to
rinse out the washcloth he had used to clean them up.

"Trip, I'm talking to you!" Malcolm walked over to Trip and seized his
arm roughly.

With that, Trip turned swiftly around and grabbed Malcolm by the arms,
pushing him down onto the bed. "Dammit, Malcolm, I want to give you
this gift, that's all! We may never have this chance again!"

Malcolm decided not to fight. He searched Trip's eyes, suddenly seeing
what Trip wanted him to experience. He also realized that this was
Trip's chance to experience it too. Maybe not directly, but through
him. His face softened; the anger left him.

"Captain Archer knows about the telepathy. The Tetrans revealed it to
him the first time they met. He trusts them. I'm not sure if I
completely do, but we'll try it. If it becomes uncomfortable or
dangerous, you must let me stop. But...how does she know what multiple
orgasms feel like?"

"Well, I had a talk with Hoshi earlier, since she's the one who
planted the idea in that head of yours. She was all for it! She
willingly went to Prrett's quarters and told her all about it.or uh,
them."

"Uh huh. And no doubt she'll want a full description of events in the
morning," Malcolm's eyes crinkled as his face broke into a wry smile.

"You won't regret this..." Trip whispered, bending down to take
Malcolm's mouth.

---

The next day, late in the afternoon on the Tetran ship, Trip and
Malcolm found themselves in Prrett's quarters, waiting at a small
table as she prepared herself for the rite.

"Ya nervous?" Trip asked Malcolm. He took Malcolm's hand and squeezed
it reassuringly.

"Somewhat. I've never done a telepathic link before."

Prett came out of the small room she was in and sat at the table with
Trip and Malcolm. She took out what appeared to be a lighter from one
of the bowls on the table. She lit the incense and candles that were
on the table. She removed the necklace with the blue stone from her
neck, placing it in Malcolm's hand.

"Please relax, Malcolm." Prrett put one hand behind Malcolm's left ear
and the other on top of the stone in his hand. She started speaking in
a language that didn't quite sound like the one the other Tetrans
used. The UT had difficulty translating it; only a word or two would
come out at a time: "...ancient
stone...foremothers...experience...woman...man..."

After a few minutes Malcolm closed his eyes and squeezed Trip's hand.
At that instant, Trip, who had his eyes closed as well, saw swirls of
blue. His heartbeat quickened, and his breathing became shallow. He
heard Malcolm suddenly gasp; he felt weird sensations all over his
body.

Prrett's voice came to him out of a haze, "...love...wind...ancient
stone..."

Trip felt suddenly calm; his heartbeat and breathing became normal.
Opening his eyes, he looked at Malcolm. Mal's face was flushed; his
pupils were dilated. He swallowed hard.

"Oh my, how amazing!" he exclaimed.

"What, what is it Malcolm? Are y'all right?" Trip asked worriedly.

"Yes. Incredible."

Prett looked deeply into Malcolm's eyes. "But the real experience has
not manifested itself yet. You two must make love to enjoy all that my
gift has to offer." Prrett then focused on Trip. "You will also feel
some of what Malcolm will be feeling. Since you were holding hands,
some of the gift transferred itself to you."

She stood up and took each man's hand in hers.

"Go, my friends. Go, to find out how my gift will enhance your lives.
Remember above all how much you love each other." She bowed deeply,
and then let go of their hands.

Neither Trip nor Malcolm knew quite what to say. They walked to the
door, but before opening it, Malcolm stopped.

"Thank you, Prrett, for both offering and giving me this gift. I'll
never forget what you've done for me today."

---

Both men walked to the turbolift, each absorbed in his thoughts. They
were atypically quiet. Usually, they would be all over each other,
practically half-undressed by the time they got to Trip's quarters.
However, the experience with Prrett made them curious, and somewhat
apprehensive. They looked into each other's eyes. The turbolift doors
opened and Trip stepped in first, pulling Malcolm inside. He pinned
him against the wall.

"I can't wait to see you coming over and over again while I'm inside
you," he growled in Malcolm's ear, his voice low and husky. His tongue
traced the line of Malcolm's outer ear. Obviously he had been thinking
about more than just what they'd experienced, as he rubbed his
hardened member against Malcolm's hip. Malcolm gasped, and massaged
the organ that was straining to break free through the cloth of Trip's
uniform.

Mmmm," Malcolm groaned, as he sealed his mouth to Trip's, thrusting
his tongue inside. The turbolift abruptly stopped, and they spilled
out into the hallway, almost knocking down a crewman who was waiting
there for it. They mumbled their apologies to him as they ran down the
corridor to Trip's welcoming quarters.

Once inside, Trip let go of Malcolm and put on some sexy Latin music
to enhance their experience. He took Malcolm's arms and put them
around him.

"Let's not rush this. I wanna take it real slow, and enjoy every bit
of you."

Malcolm looked at Trip's mouth. "Yes," he whispered. "I want to love
you over and over again." With that he leisurely kissed Trip, savoring
the taste and feel of his lips. He slowly swirled his tongue around
Trip's lips and tongue, as Trip responded in kind. Trip's hands moved
up and down Malcolm's back, squeezing his shoulders, pulling him even
closer. They went on like that for a few moments, kissing and
caressing. Malcolm moved his hands to the front of Trip's uniform, and
slowly unzipped it. With a sly smile, he pulled down the shoulders of
the uniform until they were around Trip's knees. He then lifted up the
bottom of the bright blue regulation Starfleet undershirt over Trip's
head, throwing it into the corner of the room. With a sigh, he leaned
into Trip, kissing and petting the wonderfully hairy chest of his
lover. He concentrated on the right nipple, swirling his tongue around
it, sucking it lightly at first, then harder, until it was a hard,
dark red nub. He gave his ministrations then to the left one, smiling,
as it also became a hard, dark red nub. Trip moaned and sighed in
response, gasping sharply as Malcolm sucked particularly hard on the
more sensitive left nipple. He dug his hands in Malcolm's dark
chestnut hair, reveling in the softness and texture of it.

Malcolm slid his hands down to the band of Trip's underwear, his mouth
trailing tiny bites along the side of his body as he did so. He ran
his index finger to the back of the band before using both hands to
pull them down with one swift motion. Trip's penis bounced upright as
it was freed from its cloth prison.

"Ahhh, that's what I like to see." Malcolm grasped Trip's cock,
looking at how hard and long and thick it had become in the last few
minutes. He smiled in appreciation as he got down on his knees and
kissed Trip's hard, flat stomach. He dipped his tongue in the belly
button, which sent an intense sensation to Trip's dick. It jumped in
response.

"Oooh, Malcolm, please suck me," Trip begged.

"Shhh..."Malcolm whispered. He kissed below the belly button, going
farther down, then around the mass of curly hairs and trailed his
tongue down Trip's thigh. By this time Trip was barely able to stand,
and it took all his strength to stay upright. Malcolm took Trip's
buttocks in his hands and worked his way around them, massaging and
tickling the sensitive inner areas. Trip took a sharp intake of
breath.

Malcolm looked up at Trip, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Having
trouble standing, lover?" With that, he gently pushed Trip down and
lifted his legs onto the bed, swiftly taking off the rest of his
uniform, underwear and socks. He then stepped back to study nature's
(and the gym's) handiwork. A satisfied smile graced his features as he
raked his eyes up and down this naked, beautiful man that was his, all
his, only his. He looked into Trip's face, looking at the longing in
his blue eyes.

He put one of his legs on the bed and unzipped his boot. He gracefully
removed it, and then did the same with the other foot. He stepped back
a few feet, so that Trip could look at all of him. He unzipped the
front of his uniform, and slowly got out of it. Trip propped himself
up on his elbows to enjoy the show. The striptease was having quite an
effect on him. His eyes were dilated, and he felt himself get even
harder. He's gonna draw it out as long as he can, Trip thought,
knowing Mal's favorite way to play. Trip's hand slid to his cock,
brushing his fingers along it. Malcolm smiled. He slowly brought the
bottom of his black undershirt over his head. He was only in his blue
t-shirt and undies, and black socks by now. Trip's eyes widened at the
sight of the prominent bulge between Malcolm's legs. He sighed and bit
his bottom lip. Why is he torturing me, especially now? Trip thought,
wanting to wrap his lips around the gorgeous, uncut cock that was
making the bulge. Malcolm put his thumbs in the waistband of his
underwear, pulled them down and stepped out of them, bending over so
that Trip couldn't see his cock. He then turned around, still bent
over, so that his butt and balls were facing Trip. He heard him gasp.

"Oh Lordy, Malcolm, you are gonna pay dearly for this," Trip whispered
breathlessly.

Still bent over, Malcolm removed his socks one by one. He straightened
up, turned around and went over to the bed. "I want you to take this
off me," he told Trip. Trip got up on his knees on the bed, and put
his hands under Malcolm's t-shirt, and pulled up, brushing his fingers
along Mal's ribs. Mal was very sensitive in that area, and gasped,
spine-tingling sensations running through him. Trip pushed the shirt
over Mal's head and arms, and tossed it to the corner. They were now
eye-to-eye, chest-to-chest; their cocks pulsing heavily against each
other.

Malcolm brushed his fingers along Trip's jaw. "I love you so much," he
murmured, looking from Trip's mouth to his eyes. Eyes that were
dilated with desire for him.

"Oh Malcolm," Trip, moaned, and took Malcolm's head in his hands, his
mouth eagerly making contact with his lover's. Trip wrapped his arms
around Malcolm and pulled him on top of him. He slowly turned over,
pinning Malcolm underneath him. Their tongues stroked against each
other for a few moments, while their hands roamed each other's bodies.
Trip broke the kiss, hearing Malcolm whimper at the break. He smiled
and worked his way down Malcolm's body. He took his time sucking each
nipple, pressing his finger into Malcolm's mouth. Mal licked and
sucked the finger, working his lips and tongue around it. Trip
groaned. Malcolm took the finger and put it to the nipple that was
being neglected at the moment. Trip traveled down to Malcolm's
stomach, trailing wet kisses along the way. He positioned himself
between Malcolm's legs, smiling at the incredibly thick cock standing
at stiff attention. That's what it's gonna get, lots of attention,
Trip pondered, his lust and love reaching a new height.

He started at the base, swirling his tongue through the dense patch of
dark, curly hair. "Ooooh, that's nice, Trip," Malcolm murmured
quietly. He moved on to Mal's sac and tenderly licked, nipped and
sucked the skin between his balls. By this time, Malcolm was pulling
the sheets up with clenched hands. Trip had a very intense feeling all
of a sudden, as though he was the receiving the oral ministrations. He
shuddered.

He looked under Malcolm's balls. Between the sac and the anus there
was what looked like a clitoris and an indentation right next to it.
Trip frowned-he had never seen anything like this on Malcolm. He
touched them. Malcolm shuddered and drew in ragged breaths.

"Put your finger inside, Trip."

"What?" Trip asked, frightened. Then he remembered that Prrett
mentioned something about a physical manifestation.

"It's a vagina, Trip. I've got a vagina! Prrett did it! She really did
it!" Malcolm laughed, not quite believing what was happening.

Trip hesitantly put his finger inside the vagina. His finger was
sucked in. He felt a hard ridge, and warm, wet flesh all around.
Malcolm was moaning loudly.

"Yes, deeper, Trip."

Trip put his finger in deeper, not quite sure what he was touching. It
had been a long time since he had fingered a woman, and forgot what it
felt like. He also rubbed his thumb on the object that looked like a
clitoris.

"Oooh!" Malcolm yelled, the sensations in that part of his body
driving him insane. "Incredible!"

With his other hand Trip grasped Malcolm's cock and slowly stroked it.

"Aaaah! Malcolm shouted, as his hips twitched "Jesus, Trip, what are
doing? It's so intense..."

"Looks like you got a clit, too, Mal. A dick and a clit, you lucky
sonofabitch," Trip laughed.

"Really? No wonder.uuuggghhh" He gave in to the sensations that Trip
was generating with his fingers.

Trip licked his lips. Taking his fingers out of the way, he bent his
head to the opening, and licked around the vagina and the clit.
Malcolm moaned, intense pleasure obvious in his voice. Trip licked and
sucked the clit, eliciting more moans. He then inserted his tongue
inside the vagina—Mal's vagina—and tasted the inside. It tasted like
Mal, yet a little saltier. He wanted more. He put his tongue into a
point and moved it back and forth, over the walls, as his thumb rubbed
the clit. Mal bucked his hips. Trip could no longer hold out. His dick
was screaming at him, wanting to know what that hot, wet place felt
like. He took his tongue out of Mal and looked at him. Mal's face was
contorted, his head thrown back and his mouth open.

"Malcolm, I need to fuck you. Please. Now!"

Malcolm opened his eyes and looked up at the man who had what he
craved. "Yes, Trip, shove that dick inside of me! God, I want it!"

Trip got on his knees and put Mal's legs up over his shoulders. He
took a deep breath to calm down, because he didn't want to just shove
his cock into Mal. He moved up until his dick was at the entrance to
the vagina. He grabbed his cock and rubbed it over the lips, and then
over Mal's balls.

"Please, Trip," Malcolm begged, his voice barely a hoarse whisper.

Trip slowly put his cock all the way inside of Malcolm. The vaginal
walls closed around him, sucking him in further. Trip gasped, his
eyebrows furrowing. He leaned over Malcolm, who kissed him fervently.
Trip put his arms on either side of Mal's head, and slowly started to
thrust in and out of him, the sensations creating an intense awareness
of what his dick was feeling. He could also feel Malcolm's dick
rubbing against his stomach, and he concentrated on pushing his
stomach muscles down so that Mal's dick could be sufficiently
stimulated. All of a sudden Trip felt dizzy, and saw blue swirls. He
felt Malcolm thrust underneath him, his hands on Trip's butt, pushing
him farther inside. Malcolm let out a guttural groan, and his hips
bucked. Trip opened his eyes, to see Malcolm, eyes squeezed shut,
teeth clenched, having an intense orgasm. He felt the vagina contract
around him, and something like fingertips grabbing at the head of his
cock. This triggered Trip's orgasm, and he thrust forward.

"Oh God, Malcolm! Uuuugghh!" He poured his seed into Malcolm. As he
did this, he felt something hot and sticky cover his stomach and
chest. He reached down and tasted it. Trip's mind was awhirl. It was
Malcolm's! Of course it would be, why was he surprised? He was too
dazed to think about it, so he shut off the thought right then.

Malcolm stopped shuddering, then suddenly both of his legs shot up
toward the ceiling, he pushed Trip into him again, and thrust, this
time throwing his head forward. Trip, concentrating all his strength
in his arms so they wouldn't buckle, saw the blue swirls again, felt
the fingertips grabbing his cock head again and felt something like a
memory of an orgasm. It suddenly occurred to him that he was feeling
Malcolm's orgasms, but not as intensely. Prrett did say that he would
feel something since they had been holding hands during the ceremony.

Malcolm fell back, his legs dropping on the bed next to Trip. Tears
appeared at the outer corners of his eyes as he opened them. He looked
directly into Trip's eyes.

Breathing hard, he managed to gasp, "I've. never. felt." He smiled and
closed his eyes.

Trip pulled out, and rolled over next to Malcolm, pulling him close.
"That was incredible, Malcolm. How many did you have?"

Malcolm swallowed and frowned. "Two, I believe. Not sure, I think
there was a smaller one in there somewhere."

Looking at Trip, he asked, "What did you feel when you were inside of
me?"

Trip told him about the fingertips on the head of his cock, which,
Malcolm mused, was either a real uterus, or Prrett planted the feeling
somehow in Trip's head. He also told Mal about the blue swirls.

"Yes, I saw those too. It must be a byproduct of the stone she used."
He smiled, and with gratitude evident in his voice, he said, "Thank
you for this experience. You are a kind lover, and I'm so glad you're
mine."

Trip smiled at Mal. "I couldn't let this opportunity go to waste.
Besides, you know how I love to give you gifts." He smiled a shy
smile, and Malcolm's heart warmed all over again.

Malcolm smiled as he whispered in Trip's ear, "Come here. It's time
for me to be on top now."

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The End