by Cinder
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Feedback: Feed the hungry monster.

Disclaimer: If the boys were mine, Harry would have been an Admiral at the end of the series.

Archiving: PKSP, Shayney can post it wherever she likes, all others please ask.

Note: This is from the episode "Flesh and Blood." I was watching it the other night and this fic leapt into my brain. All I had to do to start writing Voyager fic gain was to actually watch the show. . .who knew? This fic happens in an alternate universe where Tom and Harry have been a couple for quite some time now.

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"Ease it back in, Tom. You know you can do it," Harry purred, quoting the captain from their earlier bridge shift. Harry couldn't help himself. He giggled. Tumbling backwards on the bed, he clapped his hand over his mouth, trying to stifle himself.

"That's enough out of you."

"Oh, yeah? What are you going to do about it?"

Tom smirked, an all too common expression on his boyish face. "Did your parents believe in corporal punishment?"

"Not as such, no. My boyfriend might though." Harry's eyes sparkled with delight.

"Does he?" Tom advanced slowly, menacingly, stripping off his jacket as he did so. He stopped to pull off his turtleneck. Stopping again, he toed off his boots and kicked them into the corner. Harry grinned at him. "Damn, is this a uniform or a chastity belt?"

"Am I going to get spanked tonight?"

"Pervert."

Harry laughed. "Strip and I'll think about it." Grumbling, Tom tried to yank his clothes off, but his uniform was not made for such endeavors. Beside him Harry was revealing beautiful, bronze skin with unnatural ease. "You should not be able to strip out of these straight jackets that easily."

"I have incentive." Playfully, Harry licked that back of Tom's neck, little cat licks down the top of his spine. With a devilish smile Tom could only see in the mirror, Harry nipped him hard.

"That's it." Tom shoved Harry down on the bed. "Turn over." Much too slowly, Harry turned onto front, squirming to get comfortable. Tom slapped his ass. Harry moaned. "You're such a slut." Straddling Harry's thighs, Tom proceeded to turn his ass a delicate shade of pink. "You love this, don't you?"

"Yes, oh yes."

"What do you want?" Taking a bottle of oil out of the side table drawer, Tom worked the oil slowly into Harry's abused flesh.

"Hmmmm. . . "

"Tell me what you want."

Moaning softly, Harry thrust into the soft sheets beneath him.

"Oh no you don't!" Tom slapped Harry's ass again. "Tell me what you want or I'll leave you like this."

Harry pushed himself up to his elbows and looked back at Tom. His eyes were almost black, drunk with passion, and slightly glazed. "You know what I want."

"You have to tell me." Tom rubbed careful circles over Harry's ass cheeks, knowing that how good it felt, all that heat, the way it drove Harry crazy.

"Make me come."

"How?"

Harry tried to thrust against the sheets again, but Tom's hands on his hips stopped him. "Please. . . "

"Please what? Like this? All over the sheets like a teenager?"

"With you in me." Arching back, Harry tried to spread his legs and offer himself, but the way his lover straddled his thighs prevented their movement outward.

"You know what I want to hear."

"Fuck me. Please, fuck me."

Tom pulled away. "On your back and spread your legs." Harry did, moaning as his heated ass touched the sheets. "Perverted little whore." Harry squirmed even more. "You're so beautiful, Harry."

"Please, Tom."

Crawling on top of his lover again, Tom kissed him long and hard. Harry wrapped his fingers in golden curls, clinging to Tom, wrapping his legs around Tom's waist in an effort to pull the man closer.

"You want it, don't you? Tell me how you want it."

"Hard. I want to feel it when I'm standing at ops tomorrow. When the Captain is talking dirty to you." Harry collapsed in giggles. "Ease it back in, Tom. I know you can do it." He covered his mouth with his hands to muffle his laughter.

"Asshole." Tom waited, giving Harry a minute to calm down, but the ensign was obviously worked up and couldn't stop. Tom collapsed to the side. "Shall we continue this when you can control yourself?"

"Oh, Tom. . . " Harry giggled.

"I'll take that as an affirmative. Maybe I'll just go take a cold shower and leave you here like this."

"Just a minute. Please, just a minute. Then you can -"

"Say it and I'll spank you again."

Harry howled with laughter.

"This is what I get for doing it with an immature little kid." Tom idly laid on his back, one arm behind his head and his other hand slowly stroking his cock.

Harry rolled over onto his hands and knees so he could look down at his lover. "I am not a kid."

"You're giggling like a teenager."

"It's funny." Tom ignored him and stared up at the ceiling, still stroking himself.

"Tom," Harry growled, pulling the hand away.

"You going to do something besides giggle?"

"Maybe."

"Maybe?"

"Maybe you should sweet talk me."

Tom licked his lips, anticipating the new game. "Come here, pretty." Harry straddled his thighs and leaned down, close enough to kiss. "You want to hear lots of pretty things? You want to hear how beautiful you are? How much I want you, need you, love you?"

"Mmhmm."

Tom wrapped a hand around the back of Harry's neck and pulled him down to kiss. "There's a word for boys like you."

"Narcissistic?" Harry kissed his way down Tom's neck.

"I was going to go with smug."

"When did you fall in love with me?" Harry licked along Tom's collarbone; nipping at the fine, white skin.

"I've told you, early on, very early. You were so young and brash and pretty. What wasn't to love?"

"When exactly?"

"You think I know the exact moment I fell in love with you?"

"When did you know?" He rested his chin on Tom's sternum, staring up into blue-blue eyes.

"I knew in Akritari. I knew when you stood over me with a pipe and defended me with your life even though I was a dying man, but even before that, long before that. . . " His fingers skittered over Harry's shoulders. "Long before that I thought it might be so, as early as the mess hall incident."

"Mess hall incident?"

"You might not even remember. It was before we got to the Delta quadrant, you were having lunch with some of the senior officers, and they warned you about me. You said, 'No one chooses my friends for me.' I knew then that you were special."

"Way back then?"

"While you were still pining for Libby." Tom tickled Harry's ribs. His victim curled up on himself, laughing and trying to get away.

"Stop! Stop! Mercy!"

"That enough sweet talk?"

"Please, stop! Anything, stop!"

"Anything?"

"Anything, stop!"

Flipping Harry over onto his back, Tom loomed over him. "You are so going to get it?"

"Really?"

"You deserve this."

"Oh, I do."

Tom shook his head sadly. "Couldn't you beg and plead for mercy, just a little?"

"I will be in just a minute if I don't start getting fucked."

"Such language, ensign."

"Shut up and fuck me, Tom."

Eager to finally have his Harry, Tom rummaged around in the bedside drawer until he found the lube. Harry occupied himself by kissing down Tom's chest and over to his nipple. Very slowly he drew circles around it with his tongue.

Even though he'd found the lube, Tom didn't move, enjoying the attention.

"Hey, um, fucking?" Harry finally asked, pulling back.

"You're so demanding."

Grumbling, Harry grabbed the tube and slicked up two of his fingers.

"What are you doing?"

"If you're not going to do this, I am." Tossing the tube to Tom, Harry laid back down on the bed. He knew just what he looked like when he reached behind himself and sank both fingers inside.

"Harry. . . "

He moaned, squirming and thrusting.

Tom grabbed his wrist and yanked his hand away, his breath short and raspy. "That's enough." He pushed his lover's knees nearly back to his shoulders. "I hope you're slick enough, because you're about to get fucked."

"Do it, Tom."

Tom thrust inside. He wasn't cruel enough to keep his lover bent in half like that for long, so after a few strokes, he let go of Harry's knees so his lover could wrap them around his waist. Lowering himself to his elbows so he could kiss his lover, Tom slowed, drawing each thrust out until Harry was whimpering and pleading for it.

"Harry. . . "

"More." He tried to thrust up, make Tom go faster, but he couldn't get enough leverage under his lover's body weight. "Please, Tom, please, fuck me harder! Please!"

"Harder?" Tom pushed himself up on his hands.

"Faster."

"Make up your mind."

"Please!" Harry tried to thrust up again, but Tom held him down.

"Please!

Please!" Taking pity on his lover, Tom thrust hard and fast, again and again, over and over. "Take hold of your cock, Harry. I want to see you come."

"It's so good."

"Make yourself come."

After all the build-up, Harry was helpless against the combination of Tom's thrusting and his own hand. Arching up, he came all over his own chest. Grabbing hold of Harry's hips, Tom thrust in hard and fast, coming hard and then collapsing.

"Mmmph."

Harry snorted. Harry giggled.

"Don't you dare," Tom hissed.

"Me? I didn't say a word."

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