Title: SWEAT

Author: A. Kite (AKite68163@aol.com)

Series: TNG, VOY - part of the Ensign Fuh-Q Fest

Pairing: Harry Kim/Hugh Borg

Summary: Human boy meets Borg boy. Human boy sweats. Borg boy likes it.

Rating: NC-17 for m/m sex.

Disclaimer: Star Trek in all of its incarnations belongs to Paramount/Viacom. This story belongs to me. No copyright infringement is intended, no money being made.

Archiving: Permission given to Karmen for the Ensign Fuh-Q Fest, ASCEM, PKElite, Slashville, Trekslash and to my own webpage at www.oocities.org/tlin_s/a_kite/

Thanks go to Karmen for hosting this fest and to my beta readers. Any remaining mistakes are mine.

Publicly or privately, comments and constructive criticism are welcome and always answered.

A. Kite (Oct. 2000)

Ensign Harry Kim turned 180 degrees, tricorder out and staring at the readout. There is was. A fluctuating energy reading from this direction. It was another mineral gathering expedition on yet another piece of rock in the Delta Quadrant. But this energy reading, that was something to investigate.

Now along with the energy reading, he was picking up a life sign. Faint, but there. Harry stumbled and looked up from his tricorder. Wreckage was strewn in his path. Oh, shit. Borg. Beads of perspiration sprang out on his forehead. He was reaching for his combadge when he heard a moan. Borg didn't moan, did they?

Following the noise, Harry found him. Borg, male, he looked to be about Harry's age. Harry knelt down beside him. A droplet of sweat fell and struck the Borg's face, his eyes flickered open and focused on Harry. "I am Hugh. Help me, please." The last word was a whispered plea; then the Borg's eyes closed as he lost consciousness.

"Kim to Voyager. Medical emergency. Two to beam up directly to sickbay."

As soon as they materialized, the EMH was at his side helping him lift the Borg onto a biobed. The doctor started his scans and his grousing almost immediately. "This Borg is practically dead! Who authorized you to bring it aboard?"

Captain Janeway entered Sickbay and heard the doctor. "There doesn't need to be an authorization if the cause is justified." She looked at Harry, "And the judgement sound."

"He's injured, Captain. There's a crashed Borg shuttle down there, no other survivors. Captain, he spoke to me," Harry explained.

"Spoke to you? What did he say?"

"Captain, he...he gave a name. He said, 'I am Hugh.'"

"A Borg with a name not a designation?" she asked.

"Yes, ma'am, he asked me to help him."

The doctor interjected, "And this was sufficient reason to beam him aboard?"

"Yes it was," Janeway answered for the both of them, a frown marking her brow. "See what you can do to repair the damage, Doctor. I presume that I don't need to make it an order?"

The doctor conceded to authority, "No, Captain, but I will have to remove some of the Borg implants to facilitate treatment.

"Very well, then. Call me when he's conscious and able to talk."

The Doctor nodded and went to work. The Captain motioned Harry away from the biobed with a jerk of her head. "Harry? Are you sure about this? I'd hate to have a Borg running amuck on the ship bent on assimilating everyone."

"Captain, if you'd have seen the look in his eyes, you wouldn't have to ask. That's no ordinary Borg there. He's nothing like Seven was when she first came aboard."

Janeway clapped Harry on shoulder and said, "Thank goodness for small favors. You're dismissed, Ensign. You're off until your next duty shift."

"Thank you, ma'am, but with your permission, I think I'll stay here until he comes around."

Janeway smiled. She would have loved to stay herself, but duty called. "Permission granted, Harry. Be sure to call me when he's up to talking."

"Aye, aye, Captain," he replied. Captain Janeway left sickbay on her way to a dozen or more reports to review and regretting it all the while.

*****

Many hours later, Hugh stirred on the biobed. Harry Kim had not left his side, except as strictly necessary, since the doctor had finished. The Borg felt the changes immediately. He opened his

eyes, but couldn't see properly, his ocular implant was gone. Hugh panicked until a soft voice assured him. "Shhh...it's alright. The doctor had to remove it to heal you."

A form to the right moved closer. For a moment things came into focus, and Hugh saw the same face as he seen the last time he had opened his eyes. He knew he was safe for at least a while and his panic faded. His plea for help had been answered. Hugh let go and faded once again into unconsciousness.

The Doctor came in and did a few scans before sending Harry away. "Ensign, you need to rest. Our guest won't be waking again for quite a while. You can come back tomorrow."

Dreaming of pleading brown eyes, Harry slept until the com woke him. It was the doctor calling. "EMH to Ensign Kim."

Harry yawned and answered, "Kim here."

"Mr. Kim, your presence is requested in sickbay. I have a patient here that's asking for you."

"Uh, sure, Doctor. Give me a few minutes. I'll be there as soon as I can."

"Very well, Ensign. EMH out."

Harry was up and dressed in record time. He'd only moved that fast before for red alerts. He walked in to Sickbay and was surprised to see the Borg, Hugh, sitting up talking to the captain. He was saying, "Yes, after the Enterprise crew left the Collective came for us. Most of my people were happy to be reassimilated by then. They could not handle the emotions. Reassimilation did not work in my case. Again and again I broke from the collective mind. Individualism is a powerful thing. Finally, the queen sent for me." Harry watched as Hugh suppressed a shiver.

It didn't get past Captain Janeway either. She patted the Borg's arm to assured him. "We've had dealings with the Queen ourselves, and luckily lived to tell about it," she told him.

Hugh continued, "I was able to trick her and stole the shuttle. It was damaged and crashed. I am grateful that I was found by a Starfleet ship."

Harry stepped forward then. "Captain? You sent for me?"

Janeway turned and smiled, "Yes Harry, our guest wanted to meet you. Hugh, this is Harry Kim."

Hugh took in the sight of Harry Kim as well as he could without enhanced Borg vision. Yes, that was the face he had seen before, the same smell, and the same voice he heard softly comforting him when he woke earlier. "Thank you, Harry, if you hadn't found me, I would be dead."

The Borg's soulful brown eyes conveyed his gratitude even more effectively than his voice. Even surrounded by the grayish white skin that was now becoming a healthier tone, the eyes spoke volumes. Hugh brought his left hand out, the one that was not prosthetic, and Harry took it.

Harry stood there holding Hugh's hand and looking into his eyes until the captain cleared her throat. "Umm, Harry, I'd like to you to escort our visitor to Cargo Bay Two. The doctor says that he needs to regenerate. Introduce him to Seven and get him settled."

Now Harry understood why he was called to sickbay, to act as a buffer between Borg, not an easy job. As the captain turned to leave, Hugh tentatively asked, "Captain, would it be possible to contact the Enterprise? I wish to speak with Geordie again."

The captain sighed and explained, "I'm sorry, Hugh. You happened onto the only Federation ship in the Delta Quadrant. Voyager has been trying to make it back home for five years. We don't have regular contact with Starfleet yet."

"Understood, Captain. Thank you," the Borg said. He understood only too well what it was to be alone.

The doctor appeared as soon as the captain left and with Harry's help they got Hugh on his feet. He explained as they worked that walking instead of beaming to the cargo bay would help strengthen his legs. With the Borg exoskeleton removed, Hugh was dressed in the same type of tight suit that Seven wore. He moved stiffly around sickbay for a moment until he caught his

reflection in the glass windows to the doctor's office.

Hugh stood staring at himself. The changes were remarkable. Except for the prosthetic arm, he hardly looked Borg at all. He even had hair, short dark brown hair. He reached up and touched it, mesmerized. Harry came up beside him and asked, "Do you like it? Is it like your own hair?"

"It is very nice, but I would not know. I have never had hair."

Harry was puzzled. He didn't want to bring back hurtful memories, but he didn't understand. "I meant before you were assimilated the first time. Did your parents have brown hair?"

It was Hugh's turn for confusion. He answered, "I did not have parents. I was grown in a Borg maturation chamber."

"Oh," was the only thing Harry could say to that. It seemed even more astounding to him that someone who was born Borg could break from the Collective.

As they moved from sickbay out into the corridor to the lift, Hugh asked about Seven. "Your captain told me that you have another Borg here that broke from the Collective?"

Chuckling a little, thinking back, he explained, "Not exactly broke from the Collective, Captain Janeway more or less stole Seven. Seven of Nine certainly didn't stay aboard willingly, at least at first."

Deposited outside of the cargo bay, the big doors slammed open at their approach Harry let the slower moving Hugh enter first and was almost trampled for his gallantry. Hugh backed out of

the cargo bay and into Harry. The color was blanched from his face leaving it dead grayish white again. Harry caught the Borg as he stumbled. "What's wrong, Hugh?"

Harry looked through the still open doors and saw nothing unusual. Seven was at her place in the end cubical having her own regeneration cycle. Hugh pulled himself upright and answered, "You did not tell me the other Borg was female."

That surprised the ensign. He hadn't specifically mentioned Seven's gender, but he didn't think it would matter. Then Harry remembered Hugh's shudder when he spoke of the Borg Queen. He tried to assure his new friend with humor, "Well, Seven might act imperious sometimes, but she's not the Queen." The joke fell flat. Too late he remembered that Borg don't have a sense

of humor.

"No, you do not understand, Harry. I do not wish to share my thoughts with her or my dreams. I do not require full regeneration such as that."

"Tell me what you need."

Hugh explained his simple need of an interface to draw power through the fitting on his prosthetic arm. Speculating that perhaps those born Borg had different needs than those assimilated, Harry nodded and called the Captain.

*****

In the empty cabin just a few doors down from his own, Harry used his sleeve to wipe the sweat from his brow. Was it hot in here or just the proximity of Hugh? The Borg had been uncomfortably close since he started work, brushing against him. He was almost done modifying the conduit when Hugh reached out and touched a finger to his wet forehead.

"What is this liquid that you're secreting, Harry?" Hugh asked as he brought his finger closer to his face to examine it. It had the same odor as he had detected before, but stronger and now laced with human pheromones.

"It's called sweat or perspiration. Humans excrete excess water when they get too warm. It's a temperature regulator for our bodies."

"Interesting, Borg do not sweat. Is it too warm in here? Shall we lower the ambient temperature?"

Harry looked at the Borg and smiled, "No, I think it's just because I'm a little nervous."

"Nervous?"

"Uh, anxious? Sorry, it isn't you, it's me."

Comprehension dawned on Hugh's face, "Oh! You think I will be offended because you have an erection."

If Harry hadn't already been wringing with sweat, he would be now, and with a face red with embarrassment. "Uh, uh," was all that he could say as he backed away from the Borg.

Hugh frowned but let the Human have the space he obviously needed. "I am not offended, Harry. I too am aroused," he admitted as he turned and let Harry see that it was true. Hugh looked away and said, "I did not think it was possible for me after...after."

"After what, Hugh? You can tell me."

The words rushed out of Hugh's mouth, "After what she did, the Queen. She...she tried to make me copulate with her. I did not wish it."

Before Harry could even think about what he was saying, he asked "Do you wish to now? With me?"

A smile appeared on the Borg's face. The first Harry had seen from him. He answered, "Yes, very much so, but I fear that I'm not strong enough yet. After I regenerate?" The smile got even wider as Hugh watched Harry smack himself on the side of the head; humans were strange. His face turned red again from the profusion of blood rushing to it. Strange, but very compelling.

"Of course, after you regenerate. I'm sorry sometimes my...my," Harry stammered trying to think words that weren't crude to explain how his dick sometimes overrode his intellect, but his exasperation with himself prevented it.

Nodding in understanding, Hugh said, "It is alright, Harry. Will you wait?"

"Sure, I can wait," Harry answered, offering a smile of his own. "Will you call me when you're done?" he asked as he gathered up his tools in preparation to leave.

"No, Harry, I meant, will you wait here? I do not wish you to leave."

The captain had given him permission to do everything he could to get the Borg settled in. This would be stretching those orders a bit. Somehow he didn't think this is what Captain Janeway had in mind, but he agreed to stay anyway.

Watching the Borg as he moved to the power port and connected the fitting on his arm fascinated the ensign. Hugh closed his eyes. For a moment, Harry wished he was Borg. He would have loved to hear the thoughts and dreams of his new friend. Then he remembered that was why they were here. Hugh didn't want to share his thoughts that way. Harry sat on the couch to wait.

Sometime later, the Borg opened his eyes and disengaged from the power port. Harry was doing the human equivalent of regeneration. He had fallen asleep on the couch. Hugh watched the gentle rise and fall of his chest and wondered why he found this particular human so compelling. Not just compelling, pleasing and very arousing, he thought. It wasn't only the fact that Harry saved his life.

Moving to stand over Harry, Hugh looked down at his face. Perhaps it was chemical. He could still detect pheromones, but they were muted now. Hugh reached out to brush the hair back from the ensign's damp forehead. Too late, he realized he used the wrong hand. Harry woke at the touch of cold metal to his face and jumped. Quickly, Hugh pulled the offending limb away.

Just as quickly, Harry grabbed at the mechanical arm and pulled it back to him. "No. Don't be afraid of your differences, Hugh. I'm not repelled by the Borg parts of you and you shouldn't be either." Harry brought the hand up to his face and kissed it.

This is why I'm attracted to this one, Hugh thought. The living embodiment of perfection. Harry used his grip on Hugh's hand to swing himself up into a sitting position, then he took the Borg's other hand and kissed it too. He looked up into Hugh's eyes and saw the echo of his own smile on his lips.

Harry made no objection when Hugh pulled him up and kissed his lips. Perfection. He nuzzled away from the softness of the human's mouth on a quest. He found a droplet of moisture slipping down the side of Harry's face. His taste buds told him that the liquid was salty with a hint of something male and slightly musky.

Harry moaned when he felt Hugh's tongue lap up the bead of sweat. What was the man doing to him? It couldn't be helped, more drops of perspiration sprang out. Hugh's agile tongue found those and drank of them too. Stronger than human arms were the only things keeping Harry on his feet.

Never in his life had anyone done this. Harry had always been self-depreciative about perspiring a lot. Admitting freely that he sweat like a pig. Starfleet was particularly uncaring to those that were heavy perspirers. There were no pockets in the uniform in which to tuck a discrete handkerchief. The material didn't absorb moisture at all. There was nothing in their vast medical arsenal that helped. It wasn't a trait he ever thought someone would find attractive. It was more than attractive to Hugh; it was addicting.

He made himself stop. As much as he would wish it, he couldn't only indulge himself. There was Harry to think of. Harry to please. He moved his mouth back to the human's lips and was

rewarded with more wetness for his thirsty mouth. Soon kisses weren't enough, he wanted more. Wanted to feel Harry's bare skin against his own. He pulled back.

Harry whimpered in protest at the withdrawal until Hugh shushed him by placing a finger over his lips. "It is alright, Harry. I only wished to ascertain if you were ready."

Harry was more than ready. He eagerly showed Hugh the way to the bedroom. By the time they were undressed, Hugh was glad for the opportunity to lie down. Reclining was not a thing that the Borg do, but his head was swimming from the sight of, yes, Harry's perfection. He could not help but to think so.

Harry joined him on the bed. If Harry thought he would be the one taking the lead, he was mistaken. After only a few kisses, Hugh maneuvered Harry onto his back. He placed himself so that he could touch Harry with his left hand and use the Borg enhanced arm to support himself. The contrast between their skin tones was fascinating. His so white and the human's beautifully golden.

Hugh watched a bead of perspiration form and slowly slide down the center of Harry's chest between the slight mounds of his pectoral muscles. It was irresistible. He leaned over and let

his tongue follow the same path. The sound that Harry made was most satisfying. Hugh found himself wanting to hear more of those type of sounds and was not disappointed. Every action he

made caused a response. A moan when he licked the damp neck. A pleasing whimper when he tongued each of the flat brown nipples. Gasps of delightful disbelief as he lapped up all of the sweat he could find.

As he moved down the human's abdomen the noises got louder. He reached Harry's engorged penis and saw a drop of moisture beading from the tip. Hugh heard the most satisfying sound yet

when he touched his tongue to it. He was most puzzled when Harry called out for him to stop.

"Please, Hugh. If you do that, it'll all be over for me. Really fast."

Hugh moved back from Harry and said, "Explain."

"I'll come, uh, ejaculate?"

"Is that not the purpose of this, Harry?"

Harry had to smile at the bewildered expression on Hugh's face. "Yes, it is, but it's better if we do it together. More stimulating."

Enlightenment showed on Hugh's face as eloquently as bewilderment had. "Show me how to proceed."

Pulling Hugh up to lie beside him, Harry fitted their bodies together. Mouth to mouth, cock to cock, he started moving. The dampness of his skin from his perspiration and Hugh's pursuit of it made their glide smooth.

Soon Hugh had to pull away from Harry's mouth. The feel of it was too intense to concentrate on kissing. Yes, together was much more stimulating. He made a few noises of his own. When

Harry reached between them and held his penis, letting it slide within the grasp of his fingers, he moaned, loudly. The sound escaped him, totally beyond his control.

It was also beyond his control when his climax came. He tried to reciprocate Harry's actions, but was unable to comply. Hugh was completely overwhelmed. He came. It was most gratifying

to feel the human's semen seep between them seconds later. He had not failed to give pleasure.

The clean up was pleasurable too. So stimulating was the touch of Harry's tongue on his skin that another erection was inevitable. It took longer to climb the ladder to orgasm the second time around. Each rung was more enjoyable than the last, and the taste of Harry's penis in his mouth and the feel of his own in Harry's was exquisite. Certainly unlike anything he had ever tasted or felt before.

*****

By day Ensign Harry Kim was the same loyal, eager young officer he'd always been. He helped rebuild the Borg shuttle even though he knew when it was complete his lover would take it and leave. Captain Janeway had offered Hugh a place on Voyager, but he refused. It was too risky, he said, for him to stay. It would put the ship in unnecessary danger from the Borg. Neither would he allow Harry to go with him.

By night, Harry Kim was an insatiable lover that drew every bit of pleasure that he could, storing up for the day when Hugh left. At least he had friends and colleagues that would help ease the pain. Hugh would have no one. Alone, except for this brief time, always alone.

The End