by Cinder
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A response to Bruce's challenge- Tom fixes Harry's sprained ankle.

These guys belong to Paramount, who doesn't appreciate them anyway, so I'm just going to lock them in my closet and keep them.

Feedback: Yes, please

Bruce would like to apologize for ever having made this challenge and subjecting you all to this fic. Well, he will after he reads it anyway.

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"He's dead, Jim," Tom had to tell his friend, a heavy hand on Crewman Jim Sinclair's shoulder. The ever so slightly emotional Betazoid burst out crying all over his shirt.

"What's wrong, Tom?" Harry limped into sickbay and heaved himself up onto the biobed.

"Jim's space mouse died. There, there," he tried to comfort his clingy companion, patting him tenderly on the back. "It'll be all right. We'll get you another."

"They'll never be another Pendy," Jim sobbed.

Harry hopped down again and limped his way over. "Don't worry. We'll give him a splendid funeral. I promise. I'll arrange everything with Neelix for you."

"Thank you! Oh, thank you." He practically wrung off Harry's hand trying to shake it.

"I am sensing. . . great joy," he joked back, waving his hand airily over the crewman's head. They all laughed together. "Now, go. Tom and I will see to everything."

"You guys are great!" Sinclair enthused, rushing out the door.

"And we're sure he's not bi-polar?" Tom asked.

"Fairly."

"So, what happened to you?"

"I was working out with Tuvok and I twisted my ankle." He grimaced and heaved himself back up onto a bio-bed. "Can you take care of this or do we have to activate the Doc?"

"I got it, no problem." He looked around to make sure no one else was present and then winked, "Love." Kneeling, he slowly worked off Harry's boot. "Looks swollen."

"Feels swollen. Make it stop."

"Fascinating."

"What?"

"I just mean the way it looks, all thick and kind of veiny. It's fascinating." He kissed it reverently.

"Tom!"

"Fine." He smirked and pulled out a hypo. "This'll take the swelling down and everything. Then I'll fix it." He risked another kiss. "I swear, you have the longest toes." A lick. A little suck.

"Tom! Fix the ankle first."

"Oh, yeah, right." He pulled out the regenerator and began. "You do have beautiful feet."

"I'll let you kiss them all you want. . . later. Would you like that?" Harry granted his love a rare, lascivious smile. "Want to worship me?" He wiggled those long toes.

Tom put down the regenerator with great care. With a great show of awe, he lifted Harry's foot and sucked the smallest toe between his coral lips. His tongue stroked it like a mini-cock. Harry moaned, throwing his head back. When he'd driven his love thoroughly mad with his attentions to the first he moved on to the second, and then the third and then -

"Oh, Tom! Tom! The wee bairns canna' take much more o' this!"

"Indeed." He shot to his feet and tore at Harry's clothes.

"Right here in sickbay?"

"What? It's. . . fully functional. Anyway, it's not like I can leave my shift."

"But what if someone walks in?" Harry betrayed the strength of his protests by laying back under his lover, thrusting up to rub against that beautiful body.

"I can use my special lock on the door. You know the one B'Elanna has been trying to break for months?"

"Make it so."

"Computer, lock sickbay door, Paris Seventeen-Alpha-Six-Barney. She always gives up after that annoying song plays the third or fourth time."

"Wonderful, wonderful. Now, get those clothes off and fuck me already."

"Pushy, pushy. Have you been practicing at Captain Kim again?"

"Tom. . . " he moaned. "Take me, oh, please take me. Take me where no man has gone before."

"Oh, Harry. . . " And no more was spoken after that.

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