Fan Fiction
TITLE: A Truer Test
AUTHOR: Rrain Prior
RATING: NC-17
CODES: C/T, P/K
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This story has m/m sex. Period. If you are under the age of 18 or for some reason do not like this sort of thing then for gosh sakes, don't read it! Paramount owns them. I just play with them at all hours of the day and night.
SUMMARY: Kim and Torres come back from an away mission with agonizing needs that must be fulfilled if they are to survive.
Janeway had had her doubts about sending an away team to Khallum VI in the first place. The technology they possessed was so far in advance of Voyager's own that there was almost no comparison. Yet they had requested to meet with a couple of members of the crew, and after evaluating the crew records had chosen Ensign Kim and Lieutenant Torres. Janeway had weighed the pros and cons, and finally admitted to herself that this was indeed part of their mission as Starfleet Officers. But she still had a vaguely uneasy feeling about the mission, which is why when B'Elanna's whispered command of 'two to beam up' reached Voyager at the end of Alpha shift, she was only vaguely surprised.
"Janeway to Chakotay," she said over her com badge.
"Chakotay here."
"Meet me in transporter room two." And with that she was on her way. Just because she was not surprised did not mean that she was not worried. In fact, her pace when she reached the transporter room was just below running. Even so, Chakotay arrived almost at the same time and they were both there in time to see their crewmembers materialize on the platform Janeway's heart leapt into her throat as she saw that her fears had been justified. Kim was holding his head tightly in his hands and Torres was doubled over. She rushed over to them, "What happened, are you all right?"
"AAAH!" shouted Torres, "Make it stop!" She raised her head and seeing the captain in front of her grabbed her roughly and kissed her. It was so hard that Janeway suspected her lips might be bruised, but she was too shocked to pull away. A moment later, B'Elanna pulled away and, seeing Chakotay behind the Captain, rushed over to him and did the same.
"Mr. Kim," she said, approaching him.
"Oh gods, Captain, it hurts," he cried.
Janeway tapped her com badge, "Transporter room 2 to sickbay, we're beaming four over to you right away." A few moments later, the four of them stood in sickbay, the doctor hovering over them and Kes looking on anxiously.
"Please state the nature of the medical emergency."
"Ensign Kim and Lieutenant Torres have somehow been injured on their away mission," said Janeway, realizing suddenly that was the extent of her knowledge of the mission. Kes got the two crewmembers to lie down while the doctor examined them.
"Hmmm," was all he said, "Interesting."
"What's wrong with them?" asked Chakotay urgently, his hand still clutched in that of Torres, though she had released his lips. "They have had a chemical formula injected into them," he said dispassionately, "that affects certain areas of the brain." He looked at the captain and the commander and realized that a technical explanation would tell them nothing. "In essence," he explained simply, "their bodies crave sexual stimulation. If they do not receive it, the experience a great deal of pain."
Janeway looked bewildered, "Sexual stimulation? What possible purpose could that serve? B'Elanna, Harry, what happened?"
It was B'Elanna who was able to answer. In fact, the pain she had been experiencing seemed to be greatly reduced.
"Captain, they put us in a cage! Treated us like animals! After they transported us down, they restrained us, gave us something like a hypospray...and they were *watching* us!" She was clearly furious with indignation.
"Watching you? An experiment perhaps?" A painful groan from Harry interrupted her. Kes rushed over and gave him a hypospray, which seemed to calm him for the moment.
"I think so, Captain," she said, her voice becoming a low growl. She pulled Chakotay down to her and began kissing him again. He put up amusingly little resistance.
"But how were you able to contact us?"
"They underestimated us," Harry gasped out, "They didn't take anything away from us. If they were thinking of us as animals, then..." He gasped again in pain.
Apparently the drug Kes had given to him was having little effect.
"Captain," said the Doctor, "I have given them both the appropriate counteragent to the formula they were given, but I'm afraid it will take twelve hours for it to have full effect. And, as you can see, conventional drug therapy has little effect on the pain."
"What do you suggest then, Doctor?"
"I suggest," he said dryly, "that Ensign Kim and Lieutenant Torres find appropriate company for the next 12 hours to keep the pain to a minimum."
Janeway looked down at Torres, who had apparently already found her 'appropriate company.' Notwithstanding the gravity of the situation, Janeway smiled. It had not escaped her attention that Chakotay and Torres had always had a certain chemistry between them. After tonight everything might change for them, for the better to be sure.
But it was Harry she was worried about. "If that is everything, Doctor...?" She gave him an inquisitive look, to which he nodded. "Chakotay, see to it that Lieutenant Torres gets safely to her quarters." And she herself walked Harry to his. When they reached the door, she turned him to face her.
"Harry," she said gently, "You don't have to suffer through this, there's no shame in it. Call one of the Delaney sisters, she'll take good care of you." Even the Captain knew of the legendary abilities of the Delaney sisters. Harry just nodded and turned back to the door, but Janeway turned him around again and, to his great surprise, kissed him deeply. It was impulsive, and it was a tremendous breach of protocol, but if she could ease his suffering for a few moments with a simple kiss, then it was not too much to give.
"Take care of yourself," she whispered when he finally entered his quarters and the door swished closed behind him. And reluctantly she walked back to the turbolift and the bridge to finish her shift.
--
Harry couldn't believe the difference in how he felt after the Captain had kissed him. He hadn't realized how much pain he had been in until it was momentarily gone, but then it returned all too soon. He couldn't call someone up to help him with this. He just couldn't. This wasn't just any old favour...this was so...intimate. He winced as a sharp pain shot from the base of his neck down his spine. And again. But to endure another 12 hours of this...he didn't know how he could do that either. And so Harry Kim fell to a heap on the floor and began to cry.
--
When Paris got back to his quarters after his duty shift he immediately consulted the computer. "Computer, what's the location of Ensign Kim." 'Ensign Kim is in his quarters,' it responded immediately.
"And is he alone?" 'Affirmative.'
Paris sighed as he slipped out of his uniform and put on some comfortable off-duty clothing. The captain had informed all of the senior staff about the situation with Torres and Kim, and for the rest of his shift he had wondered again and again how his friend was coping. If he knew Harry, he was trying to handle this on his own. And the computer had just proven him right. As soon as he had changed he left his quarters immediately and headed for the turbolift.
--
Harry heard the signal at his door and with only a moment's hesitation he gasped out "Enter." While he dreaded having anyone see him in this condition, being alone was worse than even that. He was both relieved and ashamed to see that it was Tom Paris at his door.
"Harry," he said, reaching out a hand to his friend to help him to his feet, "I heard..." Harry was clearly in pain, he was gasping for air and his eyes were clenched tightly shut. "Why didn't you call someone...to help you?" He put a hand on the back of Harry's neck and supported him, forehead to forehead, as he struggled to answer.
"I couldn't," said Harry, "I'm just not like that. It would have had to be...someone I trust. Someone who I am comfortable with. Sex," he inhaled sharply as another pain shot through his body, this time from his hip to the tip of his right foot, "Sex isn't just sex, not to me. Afterward, when it was over, I couldn't live with myself. Not if I had done it with just anyone."
Tom took a deep breath, "Harry," he said softly, "What about me?"
"Tom...Tom, I could...." Harry had meant to say he couldn't, but the word didn't easily come from his mouth...because he realized that indeed he could. He trusted his friend enough...probably more than anyone else on the ship. He started over, "Are you sure?"
"Yes," breathed Tom, "It's what I came here for. It's what I want to do for you." And with that he planted the first tentative kiss on his friend's lips.
Harry smiled for the first time and even chuckled, though it was at himself, "There never was a truer test of friendship..."
"Shhhhh," said Tom, and silenced him with another kiss. Longer. Deeper. This time Harry did not respond in words but in actions, grasping a handful of Tom's shirt and pulling him towards the bed. The sudden relief from pain had only increased his urgency to be with, to have someone. Harry lips came alive, devouring Tom's in his need. His hands pulled Tom's shirt easily off his body, and began on the waistband of his pants. When they reached the bed, Harry tumbled over backwards and Tom landed on top of him.
Grinning wickedly now, Tom used his positional advantage to pin Harry's hands to the bed and kiss him on his lips, his jaw, he throat. Harry struggled beneath him, and managed in very little time to void himself of all his clothing. Tom was impressed, not just because if was Harry but because Starfleet uniforms were notoriously difficult to get out of. With a quick tug, gone were the pants he had slipped on only minutes before and their naked bodies were pressed together, already becoming slick with excited perspiration.
Harry moaned, but it wasn't in pain. Not anymore. Tom continued to kiss all over his body, and when he reached Harry's dark nipples he licked and nibbled on them until they were quite erect. So that trick *didn't* just work on women, he thought to himself with a smile. Hearing Harry's quick breathing and feeling his body writhe in pleasure beneath him, Tom continued what he was doing, maddeningly ignoring the erection that had quickly formed on Harry's body and which was growing harder by the second.
Harry moaned louder and Tom used the tip of one finger to trace up and down Harry's stomach, each stroke getting closer and closer to where Harry wanted to feel it the most. Finally, when the noises Harry made had grown continuous, Tom slid quickly down his body and took Harry's erection into his mouth, his tongue swirling round it and teasing the tip so that Harry finally cried out, loudly.
There was no need to prolong his delicious torture; Tom let Harry thrust frantically in and out of his hot, wet mouth until, without warning, he came in hot spurts at the back of Tom's throat. A moment later, he released the sagging organ and drew his body up to be beside Harry's. Smiling sweetly, and feeling more content than he had in a long time, be rested a hand against Harry's cheek and kissed the other. As much as he was doing this for Harry, he suddenly realized he was doing it for himself as well.
And, thinking of himself for the first time, he felt a familiar throbbing down below. He wasn't the only one to notice, and Harry hesitantly reached down to grasp it and stroke it slowly. After a couple of minutes of lying quietly, side-by-side, stroking Tom to his full hardness, Harry quickly kissed him and turned over onto his other side. Surely, he couldn't mean...but he did. Knowing how inexperienced his friend was, and how inexperienced he himself was when it came to this, he lubricated himself well with saliva before even attempting to enter him. And when he did begin, it was slowly and carefully.
They were doing this to avoid pain, not to cause more of it. But finally, he was all the way in and he began rocking back and forth, in and out, gradually increasing his rhythm. Harry soon grew hard again (ah, the young), and they were both panting heavily, letting out small noises when shocks of pleasure went through their bodies. Tom reached around and took Harry into his hand, stroking him in time with his own thrusts which were still accelerating. It was not long before they were both on the verge of orgasm, thrusting at lightning speed. Tom came first, and at the first feeling of ejaculate pouring into his body, Harry came too.
When they both lay panting on the bed, Paris carefully removed himself and put his arms around his friend, holding him close. Never had he imagined that he would find himself in this position, feeling the way that he did at this moment. Harry turned over and nuzzled his face into his friends neck, finding comfort in his presence. For a long while they lay there, still exhausted, until Tom heard a small moan come from Harry's lips and this time he knew it wasn't from pleasure. He began kissing Harry's face and conceded to himself that it was going to be a long night. But a good one.
--
Janeway was pulling the pins out of her hair when she addressed the computer. She had had to pull a double shift given the lack of senior officers available for duty, and was quite exhausted. But not too tired to show concern for her crew.
"Computer," she said, "What is the location of Ensign Kim?"
"Ensign Kim is in his quarters."
"Is he alone?"
"Negative." Janeway was tempted to ask the computer who was with Ensign Kim, but she stopped herself. Harry was going through enough, she had to let him have his privacy on that matter at least. With a wry smile, she headed straight for bed.
--
Harry awoke in the arms of his best friend, amazed that he had been able to sleep at all. The pain was gone from his body. Finally, completely gone. "Good morning," said a sleepy voice from his side.
Harry was almost afraid to see the look that his friend had on his face. Would it be embarrassed, dutiful, perhaps even angry? Or would it be the same old look, as if nothing had happened? When he did turn around he saw that it was none of these. It was a shy, sweet smile that said he knew what had happened, and he didn't want to forget.
"Tom," said Harry hesitantly.
"Look Harry," said Tom, breaking through the uneasiness between them, "I know that last night couldn't have been easy for you. If you want to forget it ever happened, forget all about the whole experience, then I'll understand." He looked deep into Harry's eyes, "Harry, do you want to forget?"
Harry didn't answer right away. He thought of everything that had happened, and he though of why it had happened. And he thought of what it had meant, to both of them. Finally a smile broke though his solemn expression and he said, simply, "No, I don't want to forget."
Tom's smile broadened, and he dared to kiss Harry lightly on the lips, "I'm glad," he whispered. Then, rising, he said, "Well, kiddo, you may have medical leave, but I have to report for duty on the bridge in about twenty minutes. Will I see you later?" He tried to keep the almost desperate tone out of his question, but he didn't quite succeed.
"Definitely," said Harry shyly, "I think we have a lot to talk about." Giving Harry another impulsive kiss, Tom pulled his clothes on and was out the door.
--
Tom reported for duty with the strangest look on his face, almost joyful and serene at the same time. He was distracted and, though he was presentable, his uniform was not in quite the pristine condition that Starfleet generally demanded of its officers. Janeway couldn't quite place that disheveled look until Chakotay arrived on the bridge in the same condition.
She looked again at Tom and suddenly knew precisely who had been in that room with Harry Kim last night. And, as she had with B'Elanna and Chakotay, she smiled.
-end-
