Title: Beverly's Birthday
Author: J. Juls   jjuls@tbc.net
Series: TNG/VOY
Rating: NC-17
Codes: Barclay/Tuvok
Summary: Barclay kinda sees his ultimate fantasy come true.

Warning: Weird stuff alert!

Note: I guess Barclay transferred back to Earth. Well, he transferred back to the Enterprise, so there! (: Written for the HoloPursuits fest.

Disclaimer: All Star Trek stuff owned by Paramount. Send all money to them (yeah right).

Beverly's Birthday
by J. Juls 8-5-01
Thanx AKite for Beta!

"All drive plasma has vented into space. Engines are not operative. The craft's batteries were damaged in the crash, and we have no reserve power. The emergency beacon is not functional."

Reg looked bravely at Tuvok. He could not allow his Starfleet bearing to slip now. [You're an officer, Reg. An officer. You have to remember that. Act the part.]

"I've, um ... I've managed to salvage some TKLs from the cargo bay. And we can scan the local vegetation with my tri, tricorder. M-maybe there'll be something safe to eat."

"Indeed." Tuvok surveyed the landscape, smooth thigh muscles rippling under his lovely, dark skin, which Reg could see through torn uniform trousers. How Reg longed to touch that skin, to rub those muscles, to lick those graceful ears and enjoy every part of Tuvok's sleek body! Even if it had to be this way, even if it had to be under these circumstances, this scenario was the beginning of a fantasy that Reg had treasured for years.

"A storm is approaching. We'll salvage all we can from the shuttle's wreckage and then take shelter in that cave." Tuvok's slim finger indicated a nearby opening in the ground, not the kind of opening Reg *wanted* Tuvok's finger in ... but it would happen. It would happen.

"Yes, sir." Reg couldn't help but lick his lips as he got up to search the wreckage once more.

Thunder roared outside, echoing through the cave. Almost-constant flashes of lightning provided a flickering, dim illumination. Reg nibbled on his TKL, eating slowly, savoring every bite. He saw Tuvok doing the same, sitting across from him on the shiny silver blanket.

There came a crinkling sound as Tuvok threw down his TKL.

"You know what is happening to me, don't you, Mr. Barclay?"

"Ummm, I, um." Reg acted clueless, turned on his tricorder to scan Tuvok. Stared at Tuvok, hoped his feigned shock looked genuine.

"Yes, it is ... my time," Tuvok rumbled in his low, sexy voice. His breath seemed to catch in his chest. "I must ... I burn ... I burn ... ." As Tuvok turned away, toward the cave's mouth, Reg saw tears in his eyes. [Tears! I didn't know he could do that!] "But I cannot!"

Reg moved to help. At last, his dream would be reality! He seized Tuvok roughly by the shoulders, causing Tuvok to stare at him, shocked at the human's touch. Reg gazed deeply into the Vulcan's eyes. "Let it out, sir. Let it all out. I'll do everything I can to help you. Use me as you will."

Tuvok stared at him -- long, appraising. He paused, took a deep breath, blinked the last of the tears from his eyes. "It will ... be ... difficult," he admitted at last. "Painful. We will be melded. Your mind will have to give up secrets it has held for a lifetime. Secrets ... which you may not wish to share. All is laid bare ... in the mating meld."

[Oh, yes, Tuvok, yes, yes!!] "I understand, sir." Reg took a deep breath, as if resolving an inner conflict. In truth, there was no inner conflict. Reg had wanted this all along. "I am here to serve."

Tuvok shrugged off Reg's hands and leapt to his feet, pacing the cave. Bleakly he drew a hand across his forehead. "Cannot ... stop ... pon farr," he mumbled. "Not ... logical. Not ... logical. Need, want, need. Need." He cried out piteously. "O Mother, Father, O Vulcan, why have you cursed me so?!"

And in a flash he ripped off his uniform and was on Reg, disposing of Reg's uniform as well, rubbing his massive, firm cock against Reg's rapidly-hardening one. He pushed Reg to send both of them tumbling to the floor and guided Reg's hands to his huge, black tool. Reg was more than happy to wring it, forcefully, but he was confused. Surely Tuvok was going to ram it straight up his fragile human ass, dry! Ahhhh, well, maybe that would happen later.

They rolled over until they were lying sideways, so Tuvok could get his hand free to find the meld points on Reg's face. His fingers pressed in, tight, and Barclay shut his eyes for a moment, as he imagined must be normal. But there was no mind-touch, as there had been in his fantasy. Oh, well. The sex was shaping up to be so good, he didn't really need that anyway.

Reg instead concentrated on jacking Tuvok's wonderful, double-ridged cock, as Tuvok did the same to him (albeit one-handed). How many times had Reg wanted this, ever since he had first simulated the Voyager's crew on the holodeck to get them home? How many times had holoTuvok reamed his ass? How many times had he made holoTuvok squirm?

But this wasn't the holodeck. It was real this time. Real, hot flesh responded to his rough touch. A real cock twitched against his hands with the overwhelming stimulation, as his cock did in Tuvok's hand.

And, in tandem with a long, shimmering lightning strike, real cum boiled out of them both at the same time, wetting their hands and bellies as they spasmed together.

"Reginald!"

"Tuvok! Oh, Tuvok!" Reg lifted a slippery hand to caress Tuvok's slender ear, knowing this would be only the first of many times, here in this cave, that they would make love. There would be more, many more, and ... the ear point broke off and fell onto the silver blanket.

"Oh, no, my ear!" Tuvok, er, Smaep cried.

"Shit." Reg looked around in the tangled blanket, trying to find the prosthetic.

Smaep got up suddenly and went over to the corner to put on his real uniform. Reg saw tears streaming down his face as he turned around. He ripped off his other ear point, his eyebrow extensions, and his extra cock ridge, throwing them onto the floor with disdain. "I can't work under these conditions! I can't work under these conditions! Faulty makeup, not to mention this crappy set! And the script! Puh-leeeeeez! A shuttle crash, a cave -- oh, *that's* original! I'm an artist! An *artist*!"

Reg was taken aback by this sudden divalike behavior. How could Smaep treat him this way, after he'd given the insolent shit his Big Break in Showbiz?

He finally found his voice. "Huh, not that you ... n-not that you memorized the script, anyway, stupid! You were supposed to buttfuck me first! And you don't even know the correct mind-meld points for the p-plak tow!" But Reg was only speaking to Smaep's back as the door swished shut behind him.

"Oh, well," he whispered to himself. "We got a cum shot, anyway."

Beverly and Deanna sat in twelve-forward the next night, after Bev's celebratory birthday dinner. "I have something interesting to show you, Deanna!" Bev smirked.

"Oh?"

"Yes, it's a birthday present from Mr. Barclay, of all people."

"Mr. Barclay?"

Bev's voice sank to a conspiratorial whisper. "You know a while back, when I told you how I couldn't find any good man-on-man porn holovids?"

"Yes." Deanna leaned forward, eager. Beverly handed her an isolinear chip.

"Well ... I think Mr. Barclay was spying on us!"