by Choirboy
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This isn't really PK, but they do appear at the end. I thought I'd try to write for some other characters, so Icheb and Q came along and were just begging for it – the story, I mean . . .

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Q strode along the corridor, a look of determination on his face that made the crew prudently get out of his way. He may not be omnipotent any more, but his reputation still went before him. And while his father was away, he might as well play. . .

The doors to Astrometrics slid open as he stalked into the room. Icheb stood in front of the main console, his long, sensitive fingers gliding over the panels. Just imagining what those fingers were capable of gave Q an erection. And remember, he told himself, we're talking about a Q imagination here.

"Itchy! O Itchy!"

Icheb turned around to face the young man, a look of exasperation on his face. "Yes, Q-Ball?"

"Come on, Itchy, it's time for some fun! Auntie Kathyrn's given me the afternoon off, Dad's away, and I'm bored!"

Icheb turned back to his calculations. "I have work. Return later." Q shook his head. "No, now. I have a theory I need to try out, and you need to be a part of it."

"A theory? What kind of theory?"

"Call it scientific interest, if you want. But you definitely have to be there."

Icheb finished his set of calculations, and turned back to face Q. "Very well, you may proceed."

Q took Icheb firmly by the elbow. "Not here. On the holodeck."

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The two young men entered the holodeck. Q sealed the doors and raised his voice to the comlink. "Computer, run program Q1."

The walls shimmered to reveal a secluded cove, with waves crashing on the shore. The golden sand shimmered in the sun, and gulls cried overhead as Q and Icheb turned in a slow circle to study the environment. Icheb turned to face Q.

"What now?"

Q shrugged. "Now we can begin the experiment, if you're willing."

Icheb squared his shoulders. "Proceed."

Q moved away and leaned against the cliff wall. "Uh huh. Some questions first."

Icheb leaned against a convenient palm tree in an attempt to emulate his friend. He felt distinctly uncomfortable doing this. He was also very aware of how hot this simulation was, and of how closely Q was studying him.

"How old were you when you were assimilated?"

The question took him by surprise. "I was approximately five years old when the Borg assimilated my homeworld."

"And how old are you now?"

"I am seventeen."

"And are you a virgin?"

Icheb blushed furiously. "The question is irrelevant."

"No it's not. It'd directly involved with my research. Are you a virgin?"

Icheb nodded, his face now bright red.

"Hey, don't get embarrassed," soothed Q, "it's not as if you had any time to get to know anyone, is it?"

Icheb shook his head.

Q let the moment stretch out, watching Icheb calm down, before hitting him with the next question. "How often do you get an erection?"

Icheb pushed himself up from the trunk of the tree. "This line of questioning is ended."

Q stepped in front of him and pushed him back against the tree. "Not till I say so, Itchy. You promised to help me in my research, remember?"

Icheb straightened up and fixed Q with a glare straight from Seven's armoury. The young man took a step back in spite of himself. "Conclude your research quickly."

Q resumed his close stance in front of his friend. "Then answer the question. How often do you get an erection?"

Icheb refused to meet Q's eyes. "Regularly."

"How regularly?"

"Frequently, throughout the day."

"And how do you deal with these erections?"

Icheb felt himself blushing furiously again. " I masturbate. Are you satisfied now?"

"No. Do you have an erection now?"

"I do not."

Q shook his head and glanced down. "You're lying, Itchy. I can see it."

Icheb looked down at himself in horror. His trousers were tented as his penis thrust against the material.

"Irrelevant."

"No it's not. It's perfectly natural. Who do you think about when you masturbate?"

Icheb willed his erection to subside. "Many people."

"Oh yeah? Name one."

Icheb shook his head. "People on the crew."

"Male or female?"

"Irrelevant."

"Male or female?"

Icheb sighed. "You will not desist from this course of questioning without an answer?"

Q shook his head. "Male or female?"

"Male."

"Name one."

Icheb looked his friend in the eye. "Ensign Kim."

Q laughed. "Happy Harry? Name someone else."

"Lt. Paris."

"Oh great,"sighed Q. "Happy Harry and Teaser Tom. How about them together?"

Icheb found his erection growing even bigger.

"Now that's what I call a boner," smiled Q. He dropped to his knees and dragged Icheb's trousers down. His penis sprang free, waving in front of the young man's face. Icheb tried to cover himself with his hands, but his friend pushed them away. "I want to see this. I want to see if it's bigger than mine."

Icheb stared down at Q. "You have an erection too?"

Q stood up and thrust his groin at Icheb, where the outline of an erect penis could clearly be seen. "Want to see it?"

To his own amazement, Icheb found himself nodding in anticipation.

Q unzipped his trousers and stripped off his uniform top. In a moment, he was naked in front of Icheb, sporting an erection that was the twin of his friend.

Icheb met his friend's excited gaze. "May I touch it?"

Q grinned. "Oh, yeah!"

The young man reached out tentatively and loosely grasped his friend's cock. Q groaned and thrust into Icheb's warm palm. "Tighter, Itchy!"

Icheb gripped harder, his Borg implants lending him extra strength. Q squealed in pain and pulled away.

"I am sorry, Q-Ball. Was that too tight?"

Q grimaced. "Very funny. Okay, Icheb, I won't call you Itchy again."

"Good," replied Icheb. He moved a step away and stripped off his clothes.

The two young men stood there in silence, admiring each other's bodies in the sunlight. Then, as if by an unspoken signal, they took each other in hand and began wanking each other slowly. Their breathing became faster and more ragged, as they both sensed each other nearing the point of no return. Q suddenly cried out in ecstasy as he came, spattering Icheb with come. Icheb responded quickly, spurting into Q's tight hand. They sank to the floor, still holding each other's cocks, and lay next to each other.

"Well," drawled Q eventually, "I would say that resistance was futile."

Icheb smiled in return. "Really? I would say that that was a Q for a challenge."

They looked down at their hands, now gripping semi erect cocks that were slowly coming to life again.

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Harry and Tom stood outside the holodeck impatiently. "Who's in there?" Tom demanded.

Harry ran a hand over his lover's ass. "Patience, Tom. We'll get our turn."

Tom broke away from Harry's roaming hands. "Computer, override privacy lock. Authorisation Paris 69."

Harry snickered as the doors slid open. "Only you would have that authorisation, Tom. You know. . . "

He broke off as he saw Icheb and Q, dozing in each other's arms, each holding the other's penis in a loose grip. Tom grinned at Harry and they backed away from the come-spattered couple. "Maybe later?"

They tiptoed out and re-engaged the lock.

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End