Sweet Surrender (Voy, P/K, NC-17)

Sweet Surrender (Voy, P/K, NC-17)
A. Kite
(1997)

The senior staff had been invited to the presidential palace for a banquet. The Zymorians had supplied samples of everything to be served for analysis. The Doctor had assured them at the briefing before beam down that everything was safe. He did give them a warning though, about a certain fermented drink. He advised moderation. "This is not synthahol," he warned. "I haven't had time to check all of its properties, but its effects should be similar to ethyl alcohol."

They had beamed down to Zymoria and had been greeted warmly. The senior staff had been shown to rooms and invited to spend the night. The crewmembers had to share rooms, though. The women, Captain Janeway and B'Elanna in one room, Chakotay and Tuvok paired in another and Tom and Harry together.

The rooms were sumptuously appointed, but the beds were sort of strange. These people had a strange idea of what constituted a double room. Instead of two beds, there were two mattresses, side by side on one big bed frame. It was like two separate beds and not at the same time. Tom was just glad that it was Harry he was sharing with. He couldn't imagine getting into a bed like that with Chakotay or Tuvok. And what if the Zymorians had mixed the genders? Tom stopped himself from speculating about getting into bed with B'Elanna or the Captain and started getting ready for the banquet.

Though they had all taken an alcohol suppressant before beam down, Tom and Harry were quite unsteady as they made their way back to their shared room. They had really tried not to drink too much of the alien brew, but the Zymorians had been pretty insistent, and suppressants can only do so much.

Tom and Harry giggled through trying to maneuver up the winding stairs. Giving up and holding on to one another made it easier to negotiate the long hallway. At least it was easier to walk at first.

Tom had his arm thrown across Harry's shoulder. While Harry's arm was around Tom's waist. Their sides brushed together as they weaved their way down the hall. Not really conscious of it, Tom's hand was moving, marveling at the way the muscles in Harry's shoulder and upper arm felt. He noticed the familiar stirrings of arousal when his hand got distracted in the silky hair on back of Harry's head.

Harry was having a similar reaction. Had he never noticed how beautiful Tom was? How good he smelled? Every time they bumped together, Harry shivered.

They had to let go of one another when they got to their room. They giggled and shushed each other as they tried to figure out the elaborate locking mechanism on the door. Harry was bent over closely examining the lock. Tom just could not resist. He reached out and grabbed a double handful of Harry's ass.

Harry yelped, shot straight up and whipped around. This caused Tom to stumble into Harry and their combined weight hit the door. Of course, the door decided to open then and spill them both onto the floor.

Harry landed on his back. His breath almost knocked out of him when Tom landed squarely on top of him. He struggled to breath, to get out from under the crushing weight. Dimly, he became aware of his friend moving sensually against him. Harry got his arms free and took Tom's shoulders.

They looked into each other's eyes for a long moment before Harry pulled Tom's head down to meet his in a kiss that burned through them both. Tom was breathless too when he pulled away to gasp, "Harry, let me love you."

"Oh yes," was whispered back as their lips met again.

Tom suddenly rolled off Harry and held out his hand, "Come on, Harry," he said softly, "let's go to bed." Then he grinned, eyes full of mischief, " Come on, Harry. It'll be fun."

Those familiar words made Harry laugh. It also made it difficult to get to his feet. As he did, Tom's arms came around him and pulled him close. Tom's lips grazed the side of his neck. "Ummm... you taste so good, Harry. Can I have some more?"

Harry reached for the fastenings on Tom's uniform and answered in a low husky voice, "All you want, Tom. All you want, as long as I get to taste too."

The sound of Harry's voice and the feel of his tongue licking down as he exposed more of Tom's skin sent a shiver of pleasure straight to his cock. The strong twitch it made within the confines of his briefs was felt by them both.

They quickly divested themselves of their clothing then stepped back to look. Both admiring the other's differences. Harry so sleek with smooth golden skin and flat brown nipples. Tom with tangles of red gold hair and tiny pink-tinged buds peeking through. They dared their eyes downward and each saw perfection.

The two drew together so quickly that they lost their balance again and tumbled onto the bed. Tom and Harry kissed frantically, tongues warring for a dominance neither took until Tom pulled Harry's tongue into his mouth and sucked it. Harry moaned and lie back as Tom moved over him.

Harry couldn't think. It seemed that all the blood in his body had rushed to his groin. He existed only in sensation as he watched his friend settle over him. As he felt the tingle of the thousands of light hairs that covered Tom's body move against his smooth skin. Tom kissed him again, and Harry's cock throbbed, pressed against Tom's thigh. If he could only move a little... but Tom had him pinned to the bed. And his mouth was moving along his neck, licking and sucking. Sucking so hard in places that it was sure to leave marks.

Tom's brain was working a little better than Harry's. He was fully aware of exactly what he was doing. He had Harry Kim right where he had wanted him for so long now. Marking him as his own just as he had been hungering to since.... Well, the compulsion had been stronger since Akritiria, but Tom knew that he had wanted Harry all along. He hid it from everyone, himself most of all. The need to claim Harry was overwhelming.

Harry wasn't sure how, but he sensed the difference in Tom's actions. He was no longer being playful. The giddiness was gone in Tom and in him. Harry knew he should be frightened, but somehow he wasn't. Harry knew Tom would never hurt him. No, what Tom was doing didn't hurt. Harry surrendered to it totally.

Tom felt Harry's capitulation. Harry wasn't squirming anymore. He wasn't trying to break Tom's hold on him. When Tom eased up Harry still didn't move, and when he looked into Harry's eyes he saw complete acceptance. The triumph of that surrender filled him. "Mine," he growled.

"Yours," Harry agreed in a whisper as he shivered in anticipation. He slowly lifted his head exposing his neck and throat, in such a way that there could be no misunderstanding. Freely giving Tom permission to mark him, to take him.

Tom took full advantage of Harry's ascent to resume his delightful assault. He left marks on Harry's throat, neck and upper chest. His mouth gentled when he reached the nipples. Nipples that were no longer flat, but puckered in expectation. Tom did not disappoint. He slowly swirled his tongue around first the right then the left one.

Harry clenched his hands into the bedcovers. Never had he had such a hard time breathing. Every touch of Tom's lips and tongue left him breathless. And what he was doing now! No lover had ever touched his nipples before, so he had no way of knowing they would be so sensitive. Harry gasped at the sensation.

Tom was extra gentle. Knowing by the way Harry twitched and his gasping efforts to breathe that this was something new. That Harry had never known this particular pleasure. /Enough for now,/ he thought, /don't want to get him too excited yet./ Tom eased his mouth further down Harry's torso. He had thoughts of licking Harry's navel, but reluctantly put it aside. If he had never had his nipples sucked then surely no one would have tongued his navel.

Harry had never felt confident enough to be a truly aggressive lover. He had always let his partner's pleasure lead him, but to lie here so passively was also not in his nature. The need to give was powerful, but Harry resisted it. Right now, the giving came from doing nothing but accepting what Tom was giving him.

Tom turned his attention to Harry's cock. Gods, it was hard, and precome had leaked from the glistening head. He made up his mind and went to work. /Let Harry come first,/ he thought as his tongue came out to taste. The quiver in Harry's muscles told Tom that it wouldn't take long. He was right. Tom had no more than drawn the head into his mouth when Harry started spurting.

Harry cried out sharply. He just couldn't hold it back. He climaxed in one long rush. There were no small after twitches and barely any softening of his erection. Concern over this quickly dissipated as Tom moved back up and urged him to taste his semen on Tom's mouth.

"Taste your come, baby. It's so good," Tom whispered as he brought his wet lips over Harry's. There was no hesitation in him. Harry licked Tom's lips clean and delved inside eagerly.

When the kiss broke Tom pulled away. With soft touches he coaxed Harry over onto his stomach with his arms stretched out above his head. Tom moved Harry's legs apart and settled between them. Then as he had with the front, Tom worked hands and mouth down Harry's broad back.

Tom reached the firm twin globes of Harry's ass and barely skimmed them with his fingertips. He moved past his ultimate goal to the back of the thighs. Tom scratched lightly progressing toward the sensitive skin of the inner thighs. Harry moaned when Tom teased him there with his nails and light almost there strokes of his tongue. Suddenly, Tom changed tactics and sucked the delicate skin hard enough to bruise.

Harry never tried to pull away or stop the torment. He clenched his teeth to keep from screaming as Tom marked his thighs as he had marked Harry's neck. As abruptly as he had started, Tom lifted his mouth and moved his hands to knead Harry's buttocks. Harry rocked his hips in response, rubbing his oh so hard cock against the bedcover. Just a little more stimulation would let him come again.

A sharp stinging slap and Tom's voice brought him back from the brink. "No you don't," Tom was telling him, "I'm not gonna let you come yet."

"Please," Harry begged, "so close."

Tom reached under Harry and stroked his cock once, twice. On the third one Harry came with a howl. Tom noticed that the cock in his hand didn't soften. He briefly wondered at the cause, but Harry's movements distracted him. He had started humping again. "No Harry, my turn. Let's see, you're two up on me now. Can't have that, can we?" Tom said teasingly as he slipped his hand away.

"Just lie still a minute," Tom ordered as he looked around the room for something to use as a lubricant. "Be right back." Tom rolled off the bed and headed for the bathroom. He remembered seeing some bath oil in there earlier.

He hurriedly retrieved it and was very pleased to see on his return that Harry had obeyed him. Shallow breaths and the rapidly blinking eyes were the only movements he could detect. "You know what this is for?" Tom asked as he brought the bottle up for Harry's inspection. Harry nodded slightly and his eyed widened. Tom chuckled a little and said, "It's okay to talk, Harry."

"Fuck me, make me yours, Tom," Harry whispered desperately.

"Oh yeah Har, I'm gonna fuck you, but you're already mine, aren't you?" Tom twisted the top off the bottle of oil and poured a generous portion into his hand as he spoke.

Harry spread his legs wider and pushed his hips up instinctively. He answered, "Yes, always yours," in a gasp as he felt Tom rub the oil into his cleft. Tom's finger circled his anus, and he whimpered at the teasing. In his mind memories played like an old vid. Tom in the Ferengi's bar on DS9. Tom lounging on Harry's couch, listening to him practice his music. Tom standing over him declaring, "This one is mine." And most importantly, Tom reaching out his hand pleading, "Don't leave me." The memories cut off abruptly when Harry felt the first of Tom's fingers slip inside him.

Tom worked his fingers diligently loosening the tight muscle. It didn't take long at all, as if Harry's ass knew what was to come. A jealous possessiveness stealed over Tom. He moved in position and brought Harry up on his knees. He eased his cock inside. It was too easy. He leaned over Harry's back, his cock all the way inside and hissed into his ear, "So Harry, how many have been here before me?"

Harry had been so lost in the sensation of being filled that he didn't understand Tom's question, "What?"

Tom pulled back and rammed his cock into Harry. "I said, how many other cocks have you had up your ass, Ensign?"

Harry cried out at the unexpected pain. Hot tears leaked from the corners of his tightly closed eyes. He tried to pull away, but Tom held him. Tom slammed into him again and demanded an answer. "No one, Tom. No one has been in me," he managed to ground out between teeth clenched in pain.

Tom paused when he heard the pain in Harry's voice and watched as his friend's shoulders shook with his sobs. The between the gasps he heard the words being said become clearer, "You're hurting me, Tom. Stop, please stop. Don't hurt me anymore."

Tom was aghast when he realized what he had been doing. His first instinct was to leave, to run. He slipped out of Harry and fell to the side bonelessly. A wail of despair and denial edged its way up his throat. Harry had given himself to Tom and what had he done? He couldn't run this time. He had just ruined the best thing in his whole life, and there was no place for him to hide.

Heaving sobs racked Tom's body. "Oh God.... Harry..... Harry, I'm sorry," came out between gasp of sorrow, of shame. "Didn't want... to hurt you. I.... didn't... meant to."

Harry turned and gathered Tom close. He kissed the tears from Tom's face. He crooned words of comfort and love until the storm passed.

Tom slumped exhaustedly in Harry's arms. How could this be? He had gone totally out of control, and still Harry was here. Not driven away. Harry's soft words came to him, "Shhh... I know, Tom. It's okay, baby. I'm here. I'm okay. Don't cry. Shhhh..."

Tom turned in to Harry and kissed away his tears as Harry had done for him. "Are you really okay? Not bleeding or anything?" Tom whispered.

Harry smiled a little and answered, "I'll probably be sore for awhile, that's all."

At Harry's smile Tom's cock reacted. Suddenly, he was as hard as when his hand had been buried in Harry's hair on the walk back from the banquet. He couldn't conceal it. He was pressed tightly against Harry. Then he felt a poke from something on his own skin.

"Harry? How?"

"How what, Tom?"

"How can you still want me after what I did?"

"Oh Tom, I'll always want you. Always." Harry lowered his voice and acknowledged, "I love you, you know."

Emotion caught Tom's next words. All he could manage was to whisper, "Oh Harry," as his eyes filled with tears.

"Shhh... it's okay now, baby. Just lie back and let me show you how much I love you," Harry said softly. He raised himself up and ran gentle, comforting fingers through Tom's hair. Harry moved his lips over Tom's face, starting at the forehead. He moved down and kissed the lids of those beautiful blue eyes. He grazed lightly down the jaw and nuzzled the emerging stubble on Tom's chin before ever so softly rubbing his lips over Tom's.

Tom laid there in stunned silence. Never had anyone made him feel this way. Harry's gentle full lips reverently moving on his face. He could feel the love in those lips. Tom eagerly opened his mouth to Harry's tongue. They kissed for what seemed like hours as Harry's hands caressed him.

Harry reluctantly left Tom's mouth and started the long journey downward. Always gentle and ever, ever so slowly, his lips grazed the skin. His tongue ran lazy circles around Tom's nipples, never biting the tempting targets. He turned his head and rubbed his cheek up and down to feel the hair on Tom's chest and stomach against his face.

Tom's small moans and gasps turned to one long wail when without hesitation or anymore teasing, Harry engulfed his whole cock. Tom felt Harry swallow against his hardness once, twice. Then the wail abruptly stopped as Tom came. Harry kept up the swallowing motions until he was completely drained.

Harry let Tom's cock slid from his mouth and shifted until he was between Tom's legs. He spread Tom's legs wider and pushed his knees up. He nuzzled Tom's scrotum first and teased the peritoneum. He circled Tom's opening with his tongue then flicked over it again and again before venturing inside.

Tom clutched his hands into fists and thrashed his head on the pillow as he felt Harry's tongue moving in and out of him. Then fingers coated with oil joined the game, causing Tom to arch his back and push up hard to get them further inside. Harry had three fingers in him, but it still wasn't enough. "Please Harry," he managed to gasp out, "need you in me now."

Harry applied the oil to his straining erection, and pulled Tom's legs up over his shoulders. He pressed slowly into Tom being as careful as he could. "Yes, that's it. More baby. All of it in me," he heard Tom say as he used his arms to lever up until Harry was buried deep in his ass.

Harry tried to keep the pace slow, but Tom coaxed and pleaded with his body and words to fuck him faster, harder. Harry shifted back a moment and found Tom's hand. He guided it over and urged Tom to stroke himself. Harry would have rather done it for Tom, but he didn't think he could manage.

Tom looked up into Harry's face when he felt him shift back. When Harry took his hand and brought it to wrap around his cock, he smiled in understanding. It was difficult in this position to see to your partner's needs and maintain your balance. Tom watched Harry's face as Harry watched him. Tom feathered his fingertips down the length of his cock, then rubbed over the head to collect the moisture that had beaded there. He lifted the fingers to Harry's mouth. Harry made a sound deep in his throat, halfway between a growl and a moan as he opened his mouth and licked the precome from Tom's fingers.

Harry surged forward again and took Tom's fingers into his mouth to suck and nibble. Tom bucked beneath him and pulled his hand away. He brought his hand back to his cock and wrapped his damp fingers around it. The sight of Tom pumping that beautiful hard on was almost enough to make Harry come and definitely enough to get him moving again. As Tom stroked himself harder and faster, Harry mirrored the movements.

Tom came first crying out Harry's name as he writhed and spasmed. Those muscles in spasm, clenching around his cock drove Harry over the edge too. He came so long and so hard that his brain shut down, and he sprawled across Tom's body.

Tom gently moved Harry off of him. He petted and caressed Harry uttering soothing words of love, want and need until he came back to himself. Tom took Harry as slowly and carefully as he had been taken. So slowly that Harry almost screamed in impatience. He surrendered his impatience. It was the sweetest type of surrender, not to passion or ownership, but both surrendered to love. They made their love again and again. Finally both falling asleep in total exhaustion.

Tom blinked at the bright lights and tried to figure out how he had gotten here. The last thing he remembered was.... "Harry! Where's Harry?" he asked as he sat up quickly almost in a panic.

"Mr. Paris, calm down. Ensign Kim is right here, still sleeping. At least he was still sleeping," the Doctor told him as he guided him by the arm to lie back down.

There was Harry, over there in the next biobed turning his head toward the noise and opening sleepy eyes. Those eyes lit up, and a smile appeared when he saw Tom. Then his forehead crinkled and confusion took over. "How'd we get here?"

"The transporter obviously, Ensign," the Doctor answered.

Just then the door to Sickbay swished open, and B'Elanna Torres stalked in. "Doctor ...." she started to say. Then she saw that Tom and Harry were awake. A look of relief replaced the scowl on her face. "Thank Kahless, you're awake. Are you guys okay?" she said as she rushed over and gave each of them a big hug.

Tom looked over at the Doctor standing with his arms crossed and an indulgent look on his face. "I don't know, Doctor are we okay?"

"You and Mr. Kim will be fine."

B'Elanna smiled and made for the door. "Well, I just stopped by on my lunch break to see how you were getting along," the earlier look of concern making the blithe words a lie. She stopped and turned back around, "I'm really glad you two are alright. You scared the hell out of me this morning."

"Now that that's over, I can finish your treatments," the Doctor said in his usual tone as the door closed.

"Uhhh... Doctor, can you tell us what's going on?" Harry stammered completely unnerved. Lunchtime?

"It seems Ms. Torres tried to contact you this morning. When neither of you answered, she went to your room and found you, and I quote, 'Both naked as jaybirds, tangled together in a death grip and dead to the world,' end quote. When she couldn't wake you, she called for emergency transport." The Doctor took a simulated breath and looked a little sheepish as he continued, "It seems I should have studied that drink of the Zymorians more closely. It had some effects that I didn't foresee."

Tom rolled his eyes and grinned over at Harry. When Harry smiled back, Tom felt confident enough to say. "Tell us about it, Doc. I think I can speak for the both of us in saying that we didn't foresee the effects either, but I don't think you'll hear us complaining."

The Doctor and Tom looked at Harry expectantly. Harry blushed a deep red and mumbled, "No, no complaints."

"Well then, I'll get started on these contusions that you've managed to get all over you, Ensign. Then the two of you will be free to go." The Doctor bustled over with the dermal regenerator.

Harry shook his head and reached out to stop him, "No thanks, Doctor. I want to keep these contusions."

The Doctor stepped back and shook his head, "Very well, Mr. Kim. They'll take some time to heal on their own. If they become painful or you change your mind .....". He broke off as Tom slid off the biobed and offered Harry his hand in assistance to rise.

"We can go now, Doctor?" Tom asked as he stood, still holding Harry's hand in his.

"Yes, you are both off duty for the rest of the day, but Mr. Paris, Mr. Kim, please restrain yourselves from anymore anal intercourse for a day or so. I healed most of the damage that you managed to inflict on each other. Please don't undo it."

Both Tom and Harry blushed at the scolding. The Doctor continued, "Now get dressed and run along. I need to make my report to the captain."

The Captain! "Uhhh... okay, Doctor," Tom managed to gulp. The Doctor went into his office, and Tom looked around for their uniforms. "There they are. Come on Harry, as nice as you fill out a pair of sickbay pajamas, they're not quite appropriate for walking around the ship," Tom teased as he pulled Harry over to their clothes.

"Uhhh... Tom, I know you've seen... uh... oh hell forget it," Harry sputtered feeling shy about dressing in front of Tom. Then realizing that Tom had watched him dress a hundred times before last night. He pulled the blue shirt off over his head.

Tom whistled softly when he saw all the marks on Harry's skin, the ones the pajama top were hiding. "Oh Harry, I'm sorry. You sure you don't want the doc to fix those?"

Harry pulled the drawstring and let the loose pants fall around his ankles. He reached down and lifted each foot. This exposed more bruises, the ones on his inner thighs. He straightened up with the pants in his hand, and answered Tom, "Yeah, I'm sure, and I'm not sorry, Tom, not one bit."

Harry smiled widely at the look of astonishment on his friend's face. Then Tom smiled too. They finished dressing quickly. Tom turned to Harry and asked, "Your place or mine?" with that infamous Tom Paris smirk on his lips.

Harry looked at him. His face and voice serious now. "Tom I have to say this. I meant every word I said last night. I love you."

"I love you too. Now let's get outta here."

The End