The BLTS Archive - Echoes of the Void
by Bridget Cochran (bjcochran@aol.com)

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This is NC-17 because it involves sex between men. If you don't
like that sort of thing, I don't mind if you leave now.  Heavy
duty spoilers for the 'Night' episode.

Disclaimer:  I own the ideas, Paramount owns the rest.  Archive
at will.

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When his door chimed, Tuvok knew who stood in the corridor.  In
fact, he had changed into conventional off duty clothes instead
of his mediation robe so as not to make his expected guest to
feel uncomfortable.

The 'expected guest' would be surprised to know that he was
expected.  But Tuvok knew of this eventuality since they had left
duty, since they had broken out of hold of the void.

Mr. Kim had been on the bridge alone at the beginning of the
shift.  There was no reason for anyone else to be there.  There
were no stars to steer around, it was more efficient to travel at
Warp 4 to conserve energy.  It would take longer, but they would
not "run out of gas" according to Mr. Paris.  Colloquial excess
was common to Lt. Paris.

The chime sounded again.  Tuvok bade the door open on an
uncertain Harry Kim dressed in loose fitting brown shorts and a
loose fitting causal shirt, a color gold only a shade lighter
than his uniform.

"Mr. Kim."

"Uh, Tuvok, can I come in?"

Tuvok inclined his head as he stood back to allow Harry's
entrance.  The younger man only hesitated a moment before he
walked into his superior's quarters.  Looking everything over
with unabashed human curiosity, Harry finally turned back to
Tuvok.

"You wanted something, Mr. Kim?"

"Yah," Harry looked up at Tuvok, then around the room again.

"Mr. Kim."

The tone brought Harry's attention back Tuvok.  "Well, I wanted
to talk to you about what happened on the bridge before the
aliens invaded."

A brow rose, but Tuvok said nothing.  He knew what the ensign was
referring to. Tuvok indicated a seat and watched Harry drop into
it, a hand raking his hair back.  It was obvious the young man
did not know where to begin.  "I saw no problem with you having
your clarinet on the bridge during our period of spatial
inactivity."

Harry shot him a relieved look.  "That's good."  He paused, "Are
you gonna sit down?"

Tuvok's brows moved in imitation of a shrug, then he moved to the
couch. "Proceed, Mr. Kim."

"Um, after you came on the bridge, you seemed--I don't know--"
Harry paused.

"Relaxed?"  Tuvok supplied.

Harry frowned.  It was obvious that 'relaxed' was not a word the
young man associated with Vulcans.  "Maybe," he allowed.  "It was
different."

"How so?"  Tuvok prompted, he propped his elbows on his knees and
templed his fingers, his nose resting on his index fingers.

Harry watched Tuvok effect this casual pose with intense
fascination.  The man was doing it again.  He cleared his throat
to and moved to the edge of his chair.  "It's just when I started
to play for you.  Uh, I closed my eyes and began--and you--were
there--in front of me."  He paused--obviously searching for
words.  "I could see you, you know?  You were leaning against the
bridge rail, you were listening to me play.  Then you were in
front of me, on your knees.  I just kept playing."

Harry sent the hand through his hair again.  Tuvok knew this was
difficult for the ensign, he was speaking about things the young
man would never have brought up three--even two--years ago.  Now
he was more forthcoming.  It was an interesting change.

"You wish to say more?"

The human's skin darkened.

"I was playing.  And you were on your knees," Harry repeated.
"Then, then your hands were on my knees, my thighs, and I didn't
stop playing.  It was so natural, like that's where your hands
were supposed to be."

Harry threw himself back in the chair, his face an odd color, his
eyes focused on a point beyond Tuvok's head.

Tuvok felt relief was over him as he continued to lean against
his templed fingers.  The method in which Mr. Kim had chosen to
confront him with his lapse in protocol spoke volumes to the
young man's reaction to the incident.  The ensign had not
approached him while they were still on duty, nor had he waited
until their next duty shift.  Instead, he approached Tuvok in his
quarters, during his free time.

Tuvok should be castigating himself for projecting his desires to
Harry on the bridge.  Surely, it was a breakdown in discipline.
A grossly negligent broadcast of desire on Tuvok's part.

Yet a more romantic species would call it 'the moment'.  Two
adults, together for so long, but never doing more than working
side-by-side in the daily struggle for life.

Mr. Kim had always impressed Tuvok.  Though young and
inexperienced, he possessed a keen mind and avid curiosity.  He
adapted well to an untenable situation, showing courage in
daunting circumstances.

He had matured, as well.  Knowledge gained from experience had
made the young man strong of character and forceful of will.  He
stood up for what he believed.  Tuvok wanted this man for a mate.

"I apologize," is what the Vulcan said aloud.

Harry blinded and returned his focus to Tuvok.  "For what?"

Tuvok lowered his hands to his knees, leveling a look at Harry.

The color flooded back to the young face.  "So, you did do it."

The nod was almost not there.

"I wondered.  I mean, I've had my own fantasies."  His voice
trailed off.

A brow rose.

Harry moved to the edge of his chair.  "Of course, I have, Tuvok.
Don't act so surprised.  I have a very good imagination."

"I am sure you do."

"But, hell, Tuvok, my fantasies were nothing like your lips on my
dick."

A brow rose again, this time at the uncharacteristic crudeness of
the reference.

"That was too much--me playing and you sucking.  God, your tongue
is just something."

Again Harry threw himself back in the chair.  "But it would never
happen like that."

"Like what?"

"Couldn't do it."

"Do what?"  Irritation at the equivocation tinged Tuvok's voice.

"Play the clarinet while you were playing me."  Harry closed his
eyes as a smile of remembrance eased onto his face.  "How could I
possibly remember to finger and  tongue.  Or even breathe."

His breath stopped now, as Tuvok came to kneel before him, hands
on his bare knees, skimming to the supple flesh of his thighs.
Harry's hands moved to Tuvok's head to propel the face into his
groin, smashing it into the just adequately covered arousal.  "I
wanted you so long, I don't remember what life was like before
wanting you," Harry said, so glad he could finally say it out
loud.

But he didn't have to say it out loud, Tuvok knew the minute he
palmed Harry's legs.  Then there was the erection--even low forms
of life understood what that meant.  Tuvok transferred much the
same message to Harry.

"I'm not too young anymore," he muttered.

**That is true.**

Tuvok had released the long, flushed penis to the stroking of his
fingers, then the ministrations of his tongue.

"Hoh--wow--This is **so** much better than your thoughts."

Tuvok arched a mental brow.  He had never actually had a penis in
his mouth before.  He knew he enjoyed such practice performed on
him and implemented some of his favored maneuvers.

"You're doing--fine."  The last word rose several octaves.  "You
do that again and this session will be over."

**Then you can 'do' me.**

Harry laughed out loud.  "Where did you hear that?" he moved his
hand to wriggle under the collar of Tuvok's shirt.

**Mr. Paris has quite a compendium of conjugal references.**

"And you've been taking notes," Harry punctuated each word with a
gasp.

**I've been observing.**

"Uh-huh."  Harry gave into the sensation, the tongue swirling at
this glans, through the slit, under the ridge--swirling in an
untiring circle, moistening the smooth, slick skin.  "Yes.  Yes.
Yes."

Harry moved his other hand to the root of his cock, as if that
would project it with a finer aim toward the hungry mouth already
engaged.  Shoulder muscles rolled under the tremendous force of
the fingers of Harry's other hand.

The force with which Tuvok enveloped the whole of him nearly sent
Harry off the couch.  The heat of Vulcan mouth on the heat of
human prick, nearly sent Harry careening over the edge.

"You  could give a guy some warning," Harry was almost overcome
to grouse.

**Some mystery must be maintained.**

"Fucker."

Harry could feel the mental brow raise as the suction increased
enveloping Harry with a flood of emotion and sensory stimulation.
The whole meaning of the universe burned between his belly button
and his knees as tongue and teeth joined the suction to charge
his arousal with the photonic pull of animal desire.  Deep, deep
within Harry raged the volcanic lust of years of wanting the
touch of this untouchable Vulcan, a man so superior in rank and
age and knowledge.  The fact that this man, this ideal, was on
his knees performing a fantasy excited Harry far beyond
comprehension.  Far beyond the comprehension was that Tuvok
wanted this as much as Harry did.

"Oh, shit," was all he could say in the breath before he came
deep into the throat of the unbelievable mouth on his cock.  He
was milked dry and licked clean before he stopped convulsing in
residual orgasm.

"Wow," he sighed.

**Wow, indeed.**

Dry as toast, even in Harry's mind.  The smile spread on the
young man's face like dawn.  It moved Tuvok more than he could
say.

"Will you reciprocate?"  Tuvok endeavored to maintain a bland
look.

"Unh-uh."  Harry's eyes were ablaze.  The young man had never in
his life effected a bland look, and wasn't about to start now.
He stood, and wrenched his shirt over his head.  "I want you to
fuck me."

He was already headed toward the bedroom when the older man
managed to push himself to his feet.  Harry had discarded his
socks, shoes and shorts on his way to Tuvok's bed.

"Do you have any kind of lubricant?"  the young man looked around
the room, as curious about it as he had been about the exterior
room.  He stood by the bed, eyeing everything with his customary
curiosity.

"I would have to replicate the appropriate lubricant."

Harry smiled at Tuvok, the older man blinked.  "Don't you have
anything else--I'd hate to waste credits if we didn't have to."

"Only the oils used in meditative ritual."  Darkest eyes moved to
a flagon on the bedside table.

Harry looked at the flagon.  "Can't we use that?"

Tuvok frowned.  "This oil is used for ritual purification."

"Perfect."  Harry picked up the angular flask.

"Ensign Kim," Tuvok began, but Harry flashed that totally
captivating human smile.

"Adapt, Commander," and the bottle was uncorked.

"This smells great," he crossed the few steps to Tuvok and thrust
the flagon into the Vulcan's hands.  When they were full, Harry
grasped the back of his elder's head to pull him into a searing
kiss.

Full lips met and devoured those of equal fullness, no plaintive
nibbles, or gentle licks, just the fire of lust long kept in
check.  The fire of youth tasting a forbidden love, the scalding
passion of long practice, yet futile denial combining with tongue
against tonsil to push both toward loss of reason.

It was Harry who had resolve enough left to push himself away.
With effort he wrenched the cover from the bed, and crawled
across it, doubling a pillow under him as he went.

Times like this made Tuvok thankful for the years of meditation,
self-restraint and denial.  The sight of the pale skin against
the dark sheets had a tremendous effect on Tuvok.  The fine
smooth flanks were muscled to a pliable firmness and it took
every bit of resolve for Tuvok not to surge forward to tackle the
ensign.

He set the oil and its cork on the night table.  Harry looked
over his shoulder, impatience and desire in his eyes, "Come on,
Tuvok."

With the practice of 100-odd years, Tuvok picked up his candle
igniter to light the tapers arranged asymmetrically on the table.
When he was finished, he set the device in its place.

Turning to Harry who still watched him with smoldering eyes,
Tuvok removed his shirt with infuriating slowness.

"Come on, Tuvok.  Can't you move faster?"

"There is much sweetness in the wait."

"Bullshit."

"It is a primary tenet of Vulcan Poetics."

"Vulcan bullshit."

Tuvok didn't even twitch as he pushed his pants over his narrow
hips and bobbing erection.  With the deliberateness of his
nature, he coated the fingers of both hands with the thick oil.

A smile of anticipation, then satisfaction drifted across Harry's
face as Tuvok kneed himself onto his bed beside the who would
soon be his lover.

With one hand, he encircled this cock, coating the long dark
penis with the heavy oil.  It was Harry who groaned, watching
Tuvok stroke the iron hard length.  The Vulcan stared down at the
flushed young man as he reached between the cheeks without
preamble to rub the bud he would soon capture.  One slick finger
slid in to the first knuckle eliciting a grunt and twitching on
warm flesh as it was penetrated.  Tuvok pushed another finger in
beside the first.

"Right, that's it--wonderful."  Harry added a word for every
centimeter Tuvok applied his fingers into the center of all
sensation.

Harry was thrown off balance, but regained it in a strong
backward thrust, impaling himself further onto the stretching
fingers.

"Man, oh, man," Harry said with more breath than sound.  "Tuvok,
I'm tired of waiting."

**Which is precisely why you will wait.**

"This is torture."  The human tossed his head as he tried to
lever back.

Tuvok knew what Harry wanted and moved his fingers to graze the
prostate, which brought a squeal at the sensation, and Harry was
on the move backward again.

**Be still.**

Harry stilled.  **Okay.**  the sound was tentative, a testing of
telepathic waters.

Slowly the long probing fingers were removed as Tuvok moved fully
behind Harry.  The strong hands each spanned a cheek, spreading
them to reveal the entrance.

Harry whimpered when Tuvok pressed his prepared hardness against
the tender flesh exposed to him.  Easing the glans in, Tuvok
stopped waiting for evidence to proceed.

**Proceed, dammit.**

Tuvok was not a man that laughed.  He was Vulcan.

"Stop analyzing," Harry groaned, "and fuck."

**As you wish.**

**As you wish,** Harry mocked.

Tuvok responded with a strong and deliberate stroke right to
Harry's core, nearly shoving the young man off the other side of
the bed.  The yelp he elicited was gratifying to Tuvok, as he
began his relentless cadence of thrusts.  The sounds from Harry
were now low and guttural, no coherent thoughts could be gleaned
from the hazy brain.

The rhythm of the thrusts, the gentle pressure of fingers on
Harry's hips did much to calm the young man.  As the Vulcan above
him centered himself, so did Harry.  He centered himself to
concentrate on their joining.

Dark hands spanned the pale waist, thumbs nearly united at the
bumps of vertebrae, Tuvok pulled from his sheath slowly, so
slowly only to reseat with one forceful stroke, another, a third,
as he reached for his release, falling across Harry's back on the
final thrust riding him nearly off the bed.  They lay there
panting and twitching until Harry began to push himself up.
Tuvok's languid body didn't move.

"Tuvok, cut me a little slack here."  No reaction.  "Tuvok?"
Harry pushed a great heave and did a quick flip before Tuvok's
unconscious body landed on Harry's chest.  The evidence of
Harry's second climax of the night clung cold to the small of his
back.  He sighed as he eased the lolling head onto his shoulder
and wrenched the pillow out from beneath him, losing the puddle
as he flung the thing toward the head of the bed.  He could have
moved Tuvok off of him, but he kind of savored the weight, the
feel of the skin of his new lover.

Tentative fingers became surer as they skimmed the darkness of
Tuvok's back examining where the bones met, the muscles converged
and the skin that covered it all.  Here and there small sprigs of
tightly sprung hair met his light touch--Harry returned his
finger to those patches to flick a nail over the spots.  He was
toying with one such patch when a shudder coursed through the
weight on top of him.

**Awake?** Harry tested the thought.

**Yes.**

**Okay?**

**I will sufficiently recover in a few moments.**

"That was great."  Harry said aloud.

**Enjoyable.**

**Indeed.**

Tuvok pushed up from his position atop Harry Kim to examine him,
his face stony.  Harry's grin was unabashed, full of enjoyment
and--love.  That was the emotion he saw.

"Yes, it is," Harry confirmed as he pulled Tuvok down for the
second searing kiss of the evening.

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The End