Fate

Title: Fate
Author: Debb
Codes: P/K, P/K/T
Rating: NC-17
Archive: PK Elite only, please.
Warnings: Be on the lookout for gratuitous m/m sex scenes. If you don't like it, or you're too young for it... what are you doing in this archive?
Disclaimer: I just shelled out 300 bucks in vet bills. I don't have any money left over to buy the boyz from paramount... more's the pity.
Authors Notes: This is fourth in a series with "Frustration" , "Fascination" and "Fidelity" you might want to read them first, but you don't absolutely have to. Thanks to Trekker for the betaing on all four of these stories!

Harry woke from a deep sleep with his usual efficiency, consolidating the multiple stages of slumber into a smooth transition to full alertness in mere seconds. The door chimed again after a moment and he struggled into a sitting position. He gave up trying to untangle himself from the blankets as the adrenaline rush faded, and collapsed back onto the bed.

"Come in," he called, hoping this wasn't a visit from the captain. She'd probably expect him to be wearing clothes.

"Harry? Where are you?" Tom's voice issued from the other room.

"I'm in bed, where any sane person would be at 0400," Harry replied, glancing at the chronometer. "What are you doing here?"

Tom made his way into his friends sleeping quarters, standing beside the bed to admire his naked form.

Harry looked down at himself and flushed, realizing that he was completely exposed. Why was Tom staring at him anyway? He tugged the blanket over his hips and sat up again, suddenly nervous. "Why aren't you with B'Elanna?" he asked quietly.

Gods, he wanted this to be what he thought it was, but not this way. He didn't want to hurt B'Elanna. It was their wedding anniversary for gods sake. What was Tom doing? What if he was misreading the signals?

Tom just looked at him for a moment, then reached out to touch his face. "I missed you," he said finally. "I need a little more Harry in my life."

Harry pulled away uncomfortably and Tom smiled at him, barely seen in the darkened room. "B'Elanna's fine, Harry." He paused, "She tends to lose control of herself when she gets excited. It''s a Klingon trait. We thought it might be a good idea to introduce you to her... more gradually."

Harry turned away from his friend, trying to re-form that statement into something he was prepared to accept.

'Oh, gods,' he prayed silently, 'Please, please, please let him mean that.'

"You," Harry began, then trailed off, unsure where that thought was going as Tom reached out and began tracing random designs on the back of his neck. He leaned into Harry, moving him over with hands and thigh to make room on the bed for both of them. Harry shivered under the contact, but didn't object.

"B'Elanna and I don't have a lot in common," The pilot said after a moment. "I love her, we enjoy each others' company, and she is _great_ in bed, but we don't spend a lot of time talking. We don't even like the same holoprograms."

"But you married her," Harry said quietly, trying to ignore the way Tom had started nuzzling him. He couldn't quite bring himself to pull away.

"Because I love her," Tom repeated. "And because she loves me. I've never felt about anyone the way that I feel about her. B'Elanna is strong and independent. Stand up for what you believe in and let the universe take it's best shot at you. I admire her for that, but at the same time she's vulnerable, afraid she's going to screw up and let down everyone she cares about. We do have that much in common," he added ruefully.

"But you, Harry," he continued, "You are my soul mate." Tom pulled off his shirt and tossed it into an unseen corner. "We have everything in common. You _like_ my holoprograms, I can talk to you for hours, listen to your music, look at you... you're beautiful," he added huskily, leaning forward. He kissed Harry lightly on the mouth, nibbling enticingly on the full lower lip.

Harry sat frozen for a moment, then opened his mouth, pressing forward eagerly until he had Tom pinned to the bed. He ground his body against the other man as though he were trying to meld them together, mouths locked in a desperate kiss that he hoped would never end.

Tom pulled back, but Harry followed with strong, thorough kisses until Tom turned his head and buried his face against the younger man's neck in an effort to free his mouth. "B'Elanna-" He gasped.

Harry jerked away as though he'd been burned. "I thought-" he said, stricken.

"No! no, no, no," Tom said reassuringly, touching his hands to Harry's face. "She's okay with this, she just has one stipulation. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a tiny holocam. "She'd like to record the moment," he added. "For posterity. I just need a minute to set this up..."

Harry stared at him for a full ten seconds while Tom hesitated between getting up and staying put. "Well?" he asked pointedly. "Hurry up!" he added explosively when Tom just looked at him uncertainly. He'd been waiting for this moment for years, and he'd be damned if he as going to let Tom drag it out any more than necessary.

"Okay, okay," Tom said, making soothing movements as he got up and looked for someplace to put the 'cam that would give B'Elanna a good view.

"Lights," Harry called helpfully, "On full."

Tom looked over his shoulder at him and grinned; "Harry, when did you start sleeping naked?" he asked, eyeing the trim form with undisguised lust.

"I'm naked?" Harry demanded mockingly. "Will you look at that!" he exclaimed, looking down at himself in amazement. "It's a good thing one of is," he added, nodding significantly toward Tom's still mostly clothed body.

Tom flipped the holocam on and stripped down to bare skin. He turned in a slow circle until he was facing Harry again and spread his arms, inviting comment.

Harry drank in the sight of him hungrily. Long limbs, fair skin, light covering of red blonde fur. A little soft, but that would fill in all the gaps nicely when they were plastered together with his mouth-

Tom broke the spell, slowly climbing up Harry, skin against brown, silky skin, until he was nose to nose with the shorter man. Harry inhaled deeply as Tom slowly relaxed until he was being supported entirely by Harry's naked body. He pushed dark, silky hair away from equally dark eyes, running his fingers through it luxuriantly.

Harry responded eagerly to Tom's kisses, letting his hands roam freely over the older man's body. He breathed in Tom's scent, pulling him closer.

Tom reached a hand down into Harry's groin, massaging gently. Harry groaned, lifting his hips eagerly and exposing his throat as Tom nibbled the delicate skin under his jaw.

He pulled away, savoring the moment until Harry dragged him back down by the hair, thrusting his swelling erection against Tom's belly and pushing a hot, wet tongue into the welcoming softness of his mouth. He moaned as Tom removed his hand from between Harry's legs and slowly began sliding towards the bottom of the bed, tonguing his nipples and nibbling each of his ribs as he gradually moved toward his ultimate goal.

Harry buried his fingers in Tom's hair again as the taller man stopped to pay special attention to his navel, licking it thoroughly and leaving small, wet kisses on the belly as he approached Harry's engorged penis.

Trim hips moved of their own accord, thrusting against Tom's face until the other man pinned him firmly to the bed. Tom swallowed him suddenly, and Harry gasped as he began sucking, slowly working the muscles of his throat around the thick cock. He cried out as the pilot used mouth and hands to best advantage until he exploded, shouting, into the wet heat of Tom's mouth.

Tom swallowed convulsively, excess semen dribbling down his chin. He climbed up to rub his own still swollen cock against Harry, who responded by spreading his legs; running his hands over Tom's backside and shifting his hips invitingly, body still trembling in the aftermath of his orgasm.

Tom made an inarticulate noise, grabbing Harry's ass and gently lifting his legs to rest on his shoulders. He massaged the thighs tenderly, caressing eagerly as Harry fumbled in the bedside table. He finally came up with some lube, which Tom applied liberally, warming it with his fingers as he worked it into the opening.

Harry closed his eyes as Tom carefully slid into him, forcing himself to relax as the muscles stretched, thrusting against Tom impatiently when the other man didn't move fast enough.

Harry lay quietly, eyes closed, revelling in the feel of Tom inside him. He wrapped his legs around Tom's shoulders, carefully drawing him closer for a passionate kiss and wrapping his arms around the other man.

He relaxed into the embrace, eyes closed as he lost himself in the steady rhythm of Tom's body. He opened his mouth to a deep kiss, drawing his partner closer.

Tom pressed forward as Harry's hips lifted, body responding to every thrust as Tom moved faster, deeper until he was pumping frantically. Harry groaned as Tom climaxed with a shout and his muscles tensed, holding Tom inside him tightly while orgasmic shudders coursed through the pilot's body.

They lay there, exhausted, until Tom slowly pulled away, struggling to his feet.

Harry made an unhappy noise, reaching for him.

"Come on, Harry," Tom said gently. "We've got to go home. B'Elanna's waiting for us."

end.