The BLTS Archive - Harry's Revenge
fourth in the Tom, Dick and Harry series
by Emma Woodhouse

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Disclaimer: Star Trek, Star Trek Voyager, and all these lovely people
are the property of Paramount, and no copyright infringement is
intended. The story itself is copyright 1996 by "Emma Woodhouse".

Warning: This story is rated NC-17, and I really mean it.

This is the second in Miss Woodhouse's Pure Smut Series. Still part of
my P/K universe, our story begins the day after the events described
in "B'Elanna's Reward". . .

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B'Elanna Torres was already eating when Harry Kim entered the mess
hall for lunch. She waved at him, and he waved back, trying not to
blush. Harry filled his tray with the most promising- looking of the
food assortment Neelix had prepared, and joined B'Elanna at the table
by the window.

B'Elanna grinned at him and growled softly. "And how is my young
captive this fine day?" she asked, and was amused to see the ensign
turn beet red.

"I'm fine," Harry said, attempting airy nonchalance. "And you?"

B'Elanna smiled at him fondly. He was really so sweet! She patted his
hand. "Relax, Harry. I won't really attack you in the mess hall."

"I never thought you would!" Harry protested. "It's just - I'm not
used to this kind of stuff." He hastened to add, "Not that I don't
like it!"

He looked up and caught the fond smile, and relaxed a little. Even
grinned a bit. "You are a savage, you know, B'Elanna."

"And you loved it!" she said positively. "Well - yes."

They ate for a few minutes in companionable silence. Then B'Elanna
asked, "Where's your significant other?"

"Realigning thrusters," Harry said. "He says they're sluggish. Says he
can't soar with the eagles because the thrusters are real turkeys. He
said if he wasn't here before the chow line closes, I'm supposed to
bring him some donuts, or a sandwich or something."

"Oh." B'Elanna was silent for a moment, and then said, "You know what,
Harry?"

"What?" "Do you think it was right for Tom to tell me about that
fantasy of yours?"

Harry thought about it for a minute. "Well, not really, because when I
told him about it, he said he wouldn't tell. But the thing is - " He
stopped.

"Yes?" Harry blurted, "The thing is, even if it wasn't right, I really
enjoyed the outcome."

B'Elanna laughed. Then she said, "Still, he broke a confidence, and I
think he should be punished for that."

"Yeah, but B'Elanna - I REALLY liked it!"

"So," she replied coolly, "we'll just have to make sure that he REALLY
likes the punishment."

Harry shivered, hoping he wasn't going to get an erection.

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Captain Janeway couldn't help worrying. She wondered what was going
on. She had seen Ensign Kim enter the mess hall, and blush when he saw
B'Elanna Torres. Now the two of them had their heads together, deep in
consultation. Oh, dear. And he and Tom seemed like such a firmly
committed couple.

Janeway had been on long exploration voyages before, and knew that
shifts in relationships could cause havoc among crew morale. She had
better keep an eye on this.

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"So, what will Tom's punishment be, exactly?" Harry wanted to know.

"I don't know yet, give me some time to think about it."

"Yes, but B'Elanna - " Harry hesitated, and then went on. "It's one
thing for me to have fantasies about being forced to have wild sex,
I've led such a sheltered life. But Tom, you know. . . "

B'Elanna nodded, smiling at Harry. He was such a dear!

"Just so long as it's nothing that makes him feel, you know, helpless.
Or degraded."

B'Elanna patted Harry's hand again. "The punishment I'm thinking of
will be something more along the lines of pure sensory overload," she
promised.

Harry perked up. "Oh, that sounds good." And, dammit, he WAS getting
an erection. Then he looked up and saw Tom entering. He waved at Tom,
telling B'Elanna, "Shh! Here he is!"

Tom joined them with his tray. He looked around the room, and then
said to B'Elanna, "Well, here's the mess hall, here's a table, there's
an appreciative crowd - what do you say?"

Harry blushed again. "Oh, hush!" B'Elanna frowned sternly  at Tom.
"Tom, stop teasing him, it's not nice!"

"Oh, all right." Tom thought for a moment, and then said innocently,
"So, what's up?"

"Me, unfortunately," Harry said, and both Tom and B'Elanna laughed. He
added desperately, "Come on, guys! I'm due back on the bridge in
twenty minutes! Can't we talk about something - gloomy or depressing?"

"Okay," Tom said agreeably. "How's the food today?"

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Well, now Janeway didn't know what to think. The moment Tom walked
into the room, Harry looked at him with such transparent adoration
that she could no longer believe that he 'had cheatin' on his mind.'
It was all so puzzling.

And it got frustrating sometimes - the first officer and security
officer would be in positions to know the really good gossip, but
Chakotay was so damn spiritual, and Tuvok so damn Vulcan, and they
both just assumed that she was much too high- minded to be interested
in the really juicy stuff.

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It was two days later, and the staff meeting was breaking up. B'Elanna
gestured for Harry to stay behind, and then hissed at him, "Two words.
Paris sandwich."

Harry had been thinking about his sensor arrays, and said, "Huh?"

"A Paris sandwich!" B'Elanna said impatiently. "We're the bread, and
he's the tender and juicy filling."

"Ooh! Sounds - uh - delicious!" B'Elanna saw that the Captain was
still hovering in the hall, and said, "Later! Back to work," and the
conspirators departed.

Harry thought, I can't even talk to B'Elanna anymore without leaving
the encounter walking funny!


Captain Janeway returned to the bridge, thinking - oh, to be young
again. She really missed Mark, but right now, she was even more aware
of the absence of some of her coarser gossip cronies. Such a great
tidbit, and no one to share it with! A Paris sandwich, indeed!

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The conspirators met several times over the next few days, planning
what B'Elanna called the "choreography". And finally D- Day arrived,
and it was time to punish Tom.

It was late. Tom and Harry were in bed. Tom lay on his stomach, eyes
closed, while Harry lay on Tom's back, kissing his neck and shoulders.
Tom was almost asleep, when Harry whispered, "Tom?"

"Hmm?"

"That wasn't very nice of you."

Tom was waking up. "What wasn't?"

"Telling B'Ela about my fantasy. You said you wouldn't, Tom. You
should be ashamed of yourself." Harry spoke softly, but tried to sound
impressively judgmental.

Tom felt a moment of remorse. He wouldn't hurt Harry for the world!
"Harry, I'm sorry! I thought - "

But Harry interrupted him. It would never do to have Tom apologizing
already! "It's too late to be sorry, Tom Paris. You have to be
punished."

Tom was puzzled for a moment, until something, some tone in Harry's
voice, told him they were playing a game. Sounded like a pretty good
one, too! "I do?" he asked breathlessly. "Who's going to punish me?
You? And what army?"

A soft voice from the doorway said, "Harry doesn't need an army, Tom.
Not with me around."

B'Ela? Tom looked over his shoulder. B'Elanna was just entering the
room. Naked. Definitely, a good game.

B'Elanna sat on the edge of the bed. "So," she said coolly, "are you
ready to apologize to Harry?"

Tom thought about it for a moment, wondering which response would get
the most interesting reaction. Defiance sounded good to him, so he
said, "Not only no, but Hell No!"

B'Elanna began piling up the pillows, saying sadly, "Well, then, you
give us no choice but to punish you."

"Ha!" Tom said wildly. "I sneer at your puny attempts at punishment!"
B'Elanna's eyes flashed, and Tom shivered. He wondered if his erection
would bore a hole through the bed.

Harry had moved off Tom's back and gotten the jar of lubricant. Now he
was lubricating his penis, staring intently at Tom. B'Elanna smiled at
Harry and stroked his erection approvingly. Then she pointed at Tom,
and said commandingly, "Take him!"

Harry parted Tom's legs, and slid his erection swiftly into Tom's
body. Tom groaned aloud. Harry looked worried, but B'Elanna quickly
said, "Ready to apologize?" and Tom gasped defiantly, "Never!"

Harry looked relieved, and lay on Tom's back, nibbling his neck and
ear, and Tom reached over his shoulder to stroke his lover. Any
punishment that started with Harry inside him was bound to be
exquisite!

Harry put his arms around Tom and rolled over, sliding them back
against the pillows, and now B'Elanna was sitting beside them, and
four hands were caressing Tom's body.

Tom was squirming and moaning, frantically aroused. He reached for
B'Elanna, but Harry pulled his arms back, whispering in his ear, "You
just hold still and take your punishment like a man!"

Tom laughed, and it came out sounding like a sob. B'Elanna was
straddling the two men now, and she leaned over, brushing Tom's chest
with her nipples and lightly chewing on his lip. Tom gasped, "B'Ela,
please!"

"Please? Please what?" She reached down and took his erection in her
hand, thinking - god, he's hard! "Oh, you mean this?" B'Elanna cooed.
"You want me to do something with this?"

Tom wondered if he was going to go crazy or just drop dead. "YES!" he
shouted at her.

"Well, I'll think about it." Now she was rubbing her slick folds up
and down his erection, and he wanted in there so bad! He tried to
thrust up into her, but Harry was holding on to his hips now, and
Harry said, "Ah, ah, ah!"

Tom was moaning continually now, occasionally pleading, "Please,
B'Ela! Oh, please!"

And finally, after what seemed to Tom to be about a year, B'Elanna
said, "Well. . ." And she poised herself over him, opening herself
with her fingers, and then lowered herself with great force onto his
straining shaft.

Tom shouted, "Oh, SHIT!" And came like a volcano. He lay back, gasping
and murmuring, "Damn, damn, damn!"

Beneath him, Harry had come pretty close; the feel of Tom's writhing
above him was almost more than he could stand, but he managed to hold
back, and was still in triumphant possession of Tom's body.

B'Elanna lay on top of Tom, and chuckled softly. She raised her head
and looked into Tom's dismayed eyes, and said, "You're not getting off
that easy. Got a little excited, did we? Well, just you wait!"

She lowered her lips to his, kissing him gently. Then she opened his
lips and took possession of his tongue. Harry was not being idle, he
was working on Tom's ear and neck, while his hands roamed Tom's
chest, lightly fingering his nipples.

B'Elanna slowly moved down Tom's body, tasting as she went, licking
the soft blond hair of his belly into attractive little curlicues. By
the time she reached the groin area, his exhausted penis was beginning
to reawaken, and she gave a coo of approval as she lightly licked its
length.

B'Elanna ordered, "Spread 'em, gentlemen," and Harry obediently spread
his legs. Tom's legs were curled around Harry's, and spread out
further. B'Elanna settled down between their legs, and ran the tip of
her tongue along Tom's thighs, and Tom shivered, causing a moan from
Harry.

She tenderly caressed Tom's balls, and then slid her hands under
Harry's ass. Lowering her head further, she began to lick the
connection between the two men, bathing Tom's anus and the base of
Harry's penis. Harry yelped and twitched, and Tom groaned loudly.

B'Elanna was thinking - hey, this is a blast! She was driving two men
crazy, for the price of one! She raised her head, and saw that Tom was
now every bit as erect as he had been before. What recuperative power!
B'Elanna was impressed, and hoped Harry realized how lucky he was.

She took the tip of Tom's penis into her mouth, swirling with her
tongue. Tom was beyond moaning now - he was whimpering. She took as
much of him into her mouth as she could, and sucked hard, but only for
an instant. When she took her mouth away, she thought Tom was going to
cry.

B'Elanna moved up Tom's body and lay on top of him. She grinned to see
the look on his face, he was red and sweaty, his eyes glazed, and he
whispered, "Please?" So humbly, she was touched, so she took  him into
her again.

But then she lay motionless on top of him, and gently began to kiss
him again. She looked over Tom's shoulder to see how Harry was doing,
and he grinned at her happily as he stroked his beautiful lover.

Harry was glad B'Elanna had insisted upon choreographic pre- planning;
he saw now that the pillows prevented him from bearing the full weight
of the two of them, so he could at least breathe. He thought he had
the best part of the sandwich; he couldn't actually do much of the
fucking from down here, but all he had to do was lie still, because
what B'Elanna was doing to Tom was being transmitted to Harry, giving
him a glorious workout with virtually no effort on his part. He only
had to lie here, kissing and caressing the love of his life, and
listening to his moans and soft cries of pleasure.

B'Elanna looked down at the two gorgeous men, and felt like some
primitive goddess. She was driving them both into a frenzy of pleasure
and desire; she had never in her life felt so powerful. God, they were
adorable! She fondly stroked a cheek apiece, kissing Tom, and then
leaning over his shoulder to kiss Harry. Lying full length on top of
Tom, she fairly wallowed in his wonderful skin, now slippery with
sweat, and felt him throbbing deep within her, and her interior
muscles clinched along his length.

Tom wasn't able to actually connect thoughts together at this point.
He'd never in his life been touched in so many places at once. He'd
never felt so loved. They planned this! For him. His darling lover and
their beautiful friend had gotten together and schemed to do this to
him. He was inside B'Elanna, and Harry was inside him, and their hands
moved over him, all over him, and he was shivering, whimpering, out of
control.

Now B'Elanna sat up, smiling down at the two men, and began to move.
She started slowly, gently, back and forth, and she was reaching them
both, and they were both gasping. And soon she was gasping too, as she
moved faster, feeling Tom inside her. He was thrusting up into her
now, and Harry was no longer restraining him, because he was thrusting
too, into Tom. It was a wild ride.

Harry came first, spurting up into Tom, and that set Tom off, and he
was bucking B'Elanna like a wild Mustang, and B'Elanna thought -
giving new meaning to the term 'bareback riding'. . . but couldn't
finish the thought because she was coming too. For a moment she
thought - this stallion's going to throw me, but she managed to
maintain her place, an impressive feat of athleticism indeed.

Finally, the frenzy subsided, and B'Elanna collapsed on Tom's chest,
and everyone panted for a while. Then B'Elanna moved off to lay beside
Tom, and Harry squeezed out from under him, and they lay together
feeling very sticky and happy.

B'Elanna remembered the scenario, and raised her head to look Tom in
the eyes. "Ready to apologize?"

Tom thought about it for a second. Defiance had turned out to have an
interesting result, so let's see what contrition would do. "Oh, I'm
ready to apologize," he said, "I'm just so sorry, I'm really really
sorry."

He sat up and pounced on Harry, kissing him wildly, and apologizing as
he stroked his lover. "I'm so sorry, Harry. Will you ever forgive me?
Please forgive me! Please!"

After a few moments, Harry pulled his head back, saying breathlessly,
"Well, I can't forgive you until you get your tongue out of my mouth.
Yes, Tom, you're forgiven."

"Really?" Tom's eyes shone. "Really? You're not just saying that?"

Harry pushed Tom onto his back, and he and B'Elanna took turns
kissing him, while Harry assured him that yes, he was really and truly
forgiven. Tom moaned happily under their loving assault, and B'Elanna
looked at Harry and said, "Tell you what. Let's do him again."

So Harry pushed Tom over onto his side, and scooted up behind him,
rubbing himself enticingly against Tom's back, and B'Elanna was
pressed  up against Tom's front, and within minutes, Harry had slid
into Tom from behind. Tom whimpered, whispering, "Oh, love -" but
couldn't say any more, because B'Elanna had thrown her leg over  his
hip, and deftly slid his erection inside her.

And the frenzy began again, and the forgiveness was just as much fun
as the punishment. Finally the three friends fell into an exhausted
sleep.

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But B'Elanna woke up in the middle of the night. She looked at Tom
sleeping, looking so young, and she remembered their evening and
smiled. And wanted him again. Carefully she reached over Tom, and
poked Harry. Harry raised his head. "Wha - "

"Shh!" B'Elanna pointed at Tom and made some very rude gestures to
Harry, who grinned and nodded. She reached over to the nightstand and
passed the lubricant to Harry.

The first thing Tom knew about it was when he awoke to the feeling of
being penetrated from behind, and he opened his eyes and B'Elanna was
grinning at him. "Reruns," she said softly, and threw her leg over
him. And they took him again.

And again.

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Captain Janeway had little difficulty recognizing the day after
Operation Paris Sandwich. At first she was puzzled, as Lieutenant
Torres reported the problems with the EPS conduits in tones of creamy
satisfaction. And Ensign Kim, over at Ops, what was causing him to
possess such an air of smug contentment?

But then Lieutenant Paris skidded onto the bridge, seconds from being
late, and Janeway thought - Aha! The lieutenant had heavy eyes, a bad
case of bed-hair, and a happily dazed air about him. Faint bruises
showed above the neck of his uniform, and his lips looked slightly
swollen. Janeway said to herself - rode hard and put away wet! She
glanced sideways to see if Chakotay was getting this. No, of course
not. The Captain sighed. Tuvok? She glanced over her shoulder, but the
Vulcan was busy with his monitors. Men!

Tom looked raw, Janeway thought, as if several layers of skin had been
peeled away, leaving him with hyperawareness of every sensation. He
almost caressed the Conn. She certainly hoped that Harry had the sense
to stick close to his lover today, because in his current state Tom
was almost irresistible. Such an appealing combination of fragile
vulnerability and blatant sensuality, he might as well be wearing a
sign saying Take Me!

Janeway stood, and said in a choked voice, "You have the bridge,
Commander. I'll be in my ready room."

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Tom was thoughtful at lunch. Finally he looked up, to see Harry and
B'Elanna looking at him with doting fondness. "You guys are right," he
said mournfully. "I'm so bad."

"Hey, Tom," Harry said with concern, "It's okay now. You apologized,
and I accepted it."

Tom gave a theatrical sigh. "No, Harry. You're just too good to me.
But I've been so bad, I must make atonement."

Harry was starting to become alarmed, but B'Elanna kicked him under
the table. As Tom went to the coffee pot for a refill, she chuckled,
and said admiringly, "That clever devil!"

"Huh?" "Don't you get it? He's just called dibs  for scripting the
next scenario!"

"Oh? Oh!" Harry shivered with delight. Then he looked down into his
lap and said with dismay, "B'Elanna, can't we PLEASE  talk about
something gloomy?"

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continued in the fifth story in the Tom, Dick and Harry series 'The Trouble with Tuvok'