BEST VOYAGER MULTI
Title: BARCLAY'S OBSESSION
Author: A. Kite
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Series: The Next Generation and Voyager, a crossover
Codes: Barclay/Paris/Kim
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: This story contains heavy spoilers for the Voyager episode, "Pathfinder". You
might want to save this one for later or skip it by if you haven't seen the episode. There are also
explicit descriptions of men having sex. If that might offend you or you're under 18, please read
no further.
Disclaimer: You all know the drill. Paramount owns all. No money being made and no
copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: What Barclay was really up to in all those hours he spent in his Voyager holoprogram.
Archiving: Permission given to PacKage, PKElite, ASC/EM and to my own webpage. All
others please ask first.
This story is for Dina, whose comments about "Pathfinder" on ASCEM inspired me. Thanks
to my beta reader for the encouragement. This is the first time I've ever attempted a three-way
or bondage, if I got it all wrong blame me.
Comments, feedback and constructive criticism are welcome and always answered.
BARCLAY'S OBSESSION
A. Kite (Jan. 2000)
Reg Barclay closed the door on the retreating figure of Deanna Troi and sighed with relief. He
had dodged a bullet this time. It was a miracle that he still had his career, that no one had caught
on to just how interactive his Voyager program was, and why he had become so obsessed with
the crew.
Reg moved from the front door and wandered around his apartment before sitting down on the
couch. He leaned back against the cushions. He had almost given it away when Admiral Paris
accused him of 'spending time with a holographic representation of my son'. If the Admiral only
knew just how some of that time had been spent, well, he wouldn't be sitting here still dressed in
a Starfleet uniform that was for certain.
Neelix jumped onto his lap then, and Reg stroked the fur on the animal's back. He hugged it to
him for just a moment. He felt guilty that he hadn't told Deanna the whole story.
Sure, he had programmed the Voyager crew to admire him and want his company, but he hadn't
meant it to go that far. Once it started he had been too weak to stop it. Reg closed his eyes and
remembered. He had been lying on the bunk in his holographic quarters. His mind had been
drifting just this side of sleep when without warning the door slid open.
He heard two sets of footsteps enter his quarters and proceed to the sleeping area. "Reg? You in
here?" he heard Tom Paris call out softly.
"Tom? I'm in bed. Is there something you need?" He started to rise.
Then Reg heard Tom speaking to whoever was with him. "Good. Half the job is done." To
Reg, he replied, "No, don't get up. Can we come in?"
Knowing that he had programmed these characters and knowing that they couldn't possibly harm
him, but still puzzled at their appearance, he answered, "Sure. Come on in."
Before he knew what was going on Reg Barclay found himself pinned to the bed. There was a
hand over his mouth. Two sets of hand efficiently stripped the uniform from his body. He had a
glimpse of his other assailant in the dim light coming from the viewport. Harry Kim. Tom Paris
and Harry Kim, or reasonable facsimiles of them anyway, were working in concert to - to do what?
Soft restraints were put on him and attached to the bed. Then Kim whispered, "If I take the hand
away are you going to yell?"
Reg shook his head 'no'. The hand was taken from his mouth and replaced with lips. Lips and a
very persistent tongue. Barclay couldn't believe what was happening. He would have pinched
himself to see if he were dreaming if his hands had been free. One set of lips were replaced with
another and as Paris kissed him, Kim nuzzled his neck and ear.
Two sets of hands and two mouths worked their way down his body. Tom and Harry progressed
together with none of the rivalry they had always shown. Neither was trying to edge the other
away. They worked in perfect union to give Reg a heart attack. He just knew that's what they
were trying to do. Though, goodness knows he hadn't programmed them that way.
If watching them each toy with one of his nipples hadn't almost done him in, Reg was sure it
would happen when they reached his cock. He tried to be quiet, but moans of pleasure sneaked
out. Closing his eyes was impossible. He had to watch as two tongues snaked themselves around
his erection. Going from base to tip, then entwine over the head. Tom and Harry seemed to be
having as much fun darting their tongues to touch one another as they did licking his cock.
The sight of the two of them taking turns going down on him then stopping to kiss was enough
to bring Reg off and bring him off powerfully too. Little was he to know at the time that it was
only the first orgasm of the night.
When Reg opened his eyes, he was treated to the exquisite torture of watching the two younger
men undress each other. They took frequent breaks in their task to kiss and caress each newly
bared piece of skin. He was well on the way to another erection by the time Paris and Kim were finished.
At this point in his reminiscing Reg had a real life erection of his own to contend with. He got
up from the couch and went into the bedroom, making sure he closed the door securely.
Normally, Neelix slept with him, but he wouldn't feel comfortable having the cat watch what he
was going to do now.
Reg took off his clothes and lie back on the bed. Now where was he? Oh yes. He took his dick
in hand and let his mind go back. Tom and Harry had turned to him then, and he had gotten his
first look at them in full naked glory.
The computer had matched their genitals with their body types exactly. Tom's cock was long
and lanky while Harry's was a bit shorter and thicker. There he was restrained when all he had
wanted to do at the moment was reach out and touch.
Tom reached back and retrieved something while Harry moved to a position between Barclay's
legs and pushed them up and back. This exposed his most tender parts to scrutiny. Tom handed
Harry a tube, and Reg saw that it was lubricant. His eyes went wide. He hadn't done this before,
not with a man anyway. Reg wasn't stupid. He knew what was going to happen. The problem
was, was he willing to do it or just call for the computer to stop the program?
As they had been doing all night, Tom and Harry took turns. One kissing and fondling Reg
while the other fucked. Harry slowly, carefully prepared the way, waiting for Reg to signal that
he was ready by pushing back on the fingers inside him. Then he greased Tom's cock up and
allowed him to go first.
As everything else that had happened that night, Barclay was helpless to call halt. He had spread
his legs and let the two men fuck him. It was nothing like he had ever in his wildest dreams
imagined. He was glad that he was restrained, and before it was over, he had a hand over his
mouth again to muffle his cries. The holograms never tired, but Reg did. In the end, he passed out
in sheer exhaustion.
Barclay came back to himself with a sticky hand and stomach and panting from exertion. With
memories like that to sustain him, maybe he could spend less time in the Holodeck. That
thought cheered him a little as he got up to take a shower.
Thousands of light years away, two men lay entwined together in post-orgasmic satiation. "Hey, Har?"
"Hmmmm?" was the lazy reply.
"You know, I wish there was a way we could thank this Reginald Barclay in person."
"Yeah, me too, Tom," Kim answered, "maybe we can someday."
The End
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