DT

	by rita (mommacita1@juno.com)

	Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, I just like to play with 'em.


	There's a place like this in every port city on every planet throughout
	every galaxy. Doesn't matter whether it's a seaport or an airport or a
	spaceport. It's the bar where everybody *doesn't* know your name. Where
	strangers are welcome - or rather ignored - right along with locals. Where
	nobody wants to know your story, not even the barkeep. Tom Paris had
	thought he was done with these. He was wrong. Again.

	He could have gone somewhere safer to be ignored, to have nobody care what
	happened to him even if they knew. Hell, he could have stayed on Voyager
	for that. 'Well, Tommy boy, you've succeeded beyond all expectations this
	time,' he thought as he toasted himself with something grey and sloshy.
	He'd never had grey liquor before, but it suited his mood. 'You managed,
	while trying to do something meaningful, to piss off the Captain,
	permanently break up with Belanna, and insult Neelix. Sam Wildman's even
	warned you to stay away from Naomi. Never mind what you did to your one
	real friendship on the ship.' That didn't bear thinking about. Paris tossed
	the rest of his drink down his throat and slammed the glass on the bar.
	When the bartender, obeying the universal signal, brought the bottle over
	to pour another - this space sailor seemed to have a never-ending supply of
	the local currency, and who was it to question why the uniformed being
	wanted lethal doses of sensor-searing griglich - Paris grabbed the bottle
	from its appendage, throwing a handful of mottled coins onto the bartop.

	Paris lurched away from the bar, cradling bottle and glass. He half fell,
	half slid into a dark booth and proceeded to determine how much damage the
	alien liquid could do.

	***

	An indeterminate amount of time later, Paris decided the grey liquor
	couldn't do enough damage to satisfy his needs. Then he tried to get out of
	the booth to obtain something more potent and discovered he couldn't. He
	made a sound that tried to be a laugh, but came out as a sob, and let his
	head fall to the table. The next thing he was aware of was someone trying
	to pull his arm out of its socket. He tried to come up swinging, but only
	succeeded in falling bonelessly against his assailant.

	"All right, Paris, that's enough," Chakotay barked, although he was
	wavering between amusement and annoyance. "Time to get back to the ship,
	Ensign."

	Shit. Someone did care. Apparently he'd neglected to alienate *everyone* on
	Voyager. Well, he'd just have to try harder. "Yes, sir, Commander, sir,"
	Paris slurred, belching foul-smelling griglich into Chakotay's face. He
	tried to straighten to attention and gave a sloppy salute before losing his
	balance and falling back against Chakotay. "Have to search hard?" he
	mumbled into the older man's shoulder.

	"Not at all," Chakotay assured him. "I knew just where to look for you." He
	slung the deadweight onto his other shoulder and tapped his combadge.
	"Found him in one, Tuvok," he reported. "Two - more or less - to beam up."

	***

	"Do you require assistance?" Tuvok inquired as Chakotay materialized with
	his now inert load. Harry Kim hovered in the background, looking
	alternately worried and angry.

	"No, thanks," Chakotay said, getting a better grip on the unconscious
	Ensign. "Actually," he continued, turning towards Harry, "would you like to
	take over here?"

	Harry stepped forward quickly and took Tom into his arms. He smelled foul.
	"Should I take him to sickbay?" he asked anxiously.

	Tuvok and Chakotay exchanged glances. "That's up to you, Mr. Kim," Chakotay
	replied.

	At Harry's confused look, Tuvok clarified, "He is in no danger, Ensign. You
	could take him to the Doctor and have him detoxified, or ..." he paused
	meaningfully, "you could just let him recover ... naturally."

	"Or you could give him 'the hair of the dog that bit him' so that when you
	do let him sober up, he remembers not to do this again - for a while at
	least." Tuvok raised an eyebrow at Chakotay's third alternative, but
	remained silent. Chakotay shrugged at him and grinned as his meaning became
	clear to the young Ensign.

	'The hair of ... oh, I get it. But won't that be dangerous?" Harry asked.

	"Check with the Doctor. I'm sure he'll be happy to ... ahh ... assist,"
	Chakotay suggested. "And I believe Belanna can help you procure the
	required potables."

	Tuvok sniffed, but again remained silent. He had been among humans too long
	not to recognize the irony of the situation. His task now was to convince
	the Captain that this was a far more suitable punishment than another
	thirty days in the brig. He had been concerned that Paris might not survive
	another such sojourn intact psychologically; and this seemed a viable
	alternative.

	***

	Harry nursed Tom for three days, pouring bootleg whiskey, procured from
	Engineering, into him on demand whenever he roused from his alcoholic
	stupor. Then, at the Doctor's direction, he cut him off cold and removed
	all alcohol from his quarters.

	When Tom next surfaced, he discovered his "good buddy" wouldn't keep him
	drunk any longer. Tom pleaded for a while, then gave up and, pushing Harry
	out of his quarters, stumbled around, searching all his hiding places and
	coming up empty. Next he tried the replicator, only to have it refuse him
	anything but chamomile tea. Snarling, he headed for the door, but it
	wouldn't obey his commands. Harry listened from outside the door. When he
	heard the distinctive "thunk" of a body falling onto the floor, followed by
	mumbled curses that slowly faded to whimpers then silence, he re-entered
	and began the next phase of Tom's rehabilitation.

	***

	Tom awoke to spiders - liquid grey spiders - crawling all over his body. He
	screamed and tried to brush them off only to discover his hands were
	roughly tied to a hook at the top of his headboard. He lay shaking
	helplessly atop his bedclothes dressed in thin Starfleet-issue pajamas as
	the spiders, thousands of them attacked him. His legs were free, but were
	useless to rid himself of the archnid menace. He turned his head at a soft,
	calm voice.

	"What is it, Tom?"

	"Spiders. Get them off me."

	"There are no spiders."

	"No spiders?" Harry shook his head. "Then what?" Tom stilled his body's
	frenzied writhing to think about this. "DTs?" he asked plaintively.

	Harry nodded and brought a full bottle of Engineering's best into his
	friend's line of sight. "Want this?"

	"Need it," Tom averred, trying not to squirm. When Harry remained still,
	holding it, he begged, "Please, Harry. It's the only ... damn ... thing
	that'll make ...shit ... make these ... *things* go away. Please!"

	"All right," Harry said finally. "Are they all over you?"

	Tom nodded, eyes wide and staring. "All over," he confirmed.

	"Hold still then." Harry held the bottle at shoulder height and began
	pouring carefully. All over Tom's body from the neck down. Not a drop
	touched Tom's face or hair.

	Tom screamed as the first of the liquid soaked through his pajama top. "I
	chilled it," Harry explained. When Tom's screams of shock and outrage
	mutated into threats and curses aimed at Harry, his ancestors, and any
	possible descendents, Harry silenced him by shoving the bottle into his
	open mouth and holding it there until Tom's red face began turning purple
	from lack of oxygen.

	Harry removed the bottle and turned away while Tom was still panting and
	trying to catch his breath. "Computer, reduce bedroom temperature by five
	degrees," he said as he exited Tom's quarters. The door closed on renewed
	howls of rage.

	***

	After two repetitions of the scene, Tom, now reeking of stale liquor - the
	only concession Harry made after Tom exhausted himself was to raise the
	temperature - tried a different tack. "Harry?"

	Tom's quiet tone aroused Harry's suspicions. He walked only as far as the
	door to the bedroom. "What is it, Tom?"

	Tom tried to still his body. He spoke quietly, trying to keep his voice
	steady. "I have to pee. Please untie me."

	"No."

	"No? Harry!"

	"The Doctor told me ..."

	"What? What did the Doctor tell you? He's a fucking hologram! What does he
	know about delerium tremens? *I* know all about them! The only thing
	that'll cure them is another drink." Tom was twitching uncontrollably as he
	ranted, his thin control breaking in his rage.

	Harry shrugged, refusing to rise to the bait. "If you have to pee, pee. If
	you want another drink ..." He let the sentence hang between them.

	"You want me to lie in my own filth," Tom accused him. "You must really
	hate me."

	Harry thought about arguing, but decided it was a waste of time. "*Do* you
	want another drink?"

	Tom whimpered and shook his head no. He'd been through this before and the
	rational part of his mind knew the worst was yet to come.

	***

	Tom felt the seizure taper off. The poisons were coming out of every
	orifice now, choking and burning him as his body expelled them. When he
	could breathe again, he called down every curse he knew on Harry Kim's
	head. Harry disregarded the noise and the smells as he rolled Tom to his
	side and began cleaning him and changing the bedclothes.

	"You like playing with my ass, don't you, Harry?" came the sarcastic voice.

	Harry reddened, but said nothing. He finished cleaning the inflamed
	buttocks and anus, but didn't smooth the analgesic cream on. He folded the
	bedclothes over the mess, then rolled Tom to face him and began cleaning
	his genitals.

	Tom thrust into Harry's hands. "This what you want, Harry? If I cum for
	you, will you give me a drink? Do you want me to be your toy? Just one
	swallow, Harry, that's all. One swallow."

	Harry resisted the temptation to twist Tom's scrotum into a knot. Instead
	he just dropped the soiled cloth and took a clean one to Tom's face,
	swiping at the vomit. Tossing the cloth aside, he reached for clean
	pajamas.

	"Why don't you just leave me like this?" Tom asked nastily. "Easy access
	for you once I pass out, huh?"

	Harry's tight control broke. He dropped the pajamas and picked up the face
	cloth. Balling it in his hands, he rammed it into Tom's mouth. "That should
	shut you up for a while! Now you'll have to listen to me! You made me shoot
	at you - I could have killed you! Then you ... you didn't even want to see
	me when you were in the brig. You're my ..." Harry censored himself just in
	time, "my best friend, but you don't care about anyone but yourself. Poor
	Tom Paris. Poor *Ensign* Tom Paris! Yes, I think I will leave you like
	this. You're right, it is easier. I can hose you and the rubber sheet down
	after your next attack." He jerked the makeshift gag out of Tom's mouth and
	walked out.

	***

	Harry carried out his threat and used a hose and cold water to clean Tom
	after his next seizure. He pushed the water pressure up to cause some pain
	as it scoured Tom's skin, but kept it low enough to do no real damage. When
	Tom began a reciting a litany whose theme was the quality of Harry's
	ancestry, Harry ran the stream of water over his face and mouth, then
	shoved a dry cloth ball into his mouth. After that, Tom lay shivering and
	wide-eyed, watching as Harry cleaned the front of his body, then turning
	his head to watch Harry and the hose as they moved around to his rear.

	***

	Tom was passive after that, but Harry continued the rough treatment,
	stuffing a gag into his mouth after cleaning the vomit from it and his
	face. It hurt him more than it hurt Tom, he thought, counting the days
	until Tom would be fully rational again. At least the seizures came less
	often now and there was less to clean up as time passed.

	***

	Harry meant only to clean Tom's anus, but the water pressure was high
	enough to force the stream inside, opening the tight pucker and pushing
	past the prostate gland. Tom made a gurgling noise and stiffened. From his
	angle above and behind Tom, Harry watched his friend's cock harden and
	lengthen. Almost unconsciously he pushed the nozzle of the hose between
	Tom's cheeks and increased the pressure. Tom's eyes closed and a moan came
	through the gag in his mouth. Harry began pulsing the water and Tom's moans
	matched the pulses. Soon his cock was pulsing to the same rhythm. Harry
	felt his own member press against his pants in sympathy.

	Tom came painfully, his cum exploding from his cock as though pushed out by
	the water pulsing up his ass. His eyes rolled back in his head and his body
	went slack as his eyelids came down.

	Harry snapped back to reality. "Oh my God! What have I done!" Leaving the
	nozzle pushed into Tom's backside in his haste, he ran to the other side of
	the bed and removed the gag from his mouth. Then, as Harry reached to untie
	the man he had just assaulted, his hardness brushed Tom's face.

	"Don't," came a muffled voice.

	Harry stood frozen, unsure of what he shouldn't do. "Don't what?"

	"Don't untie me. Not yet."

	"Why not?"

	Tom nuzzled his best friend's erection. "Fuck me first. Please."

	Harry's cock responded enthusiastically to the suggestion, but Harry was
	hesitant. "Tom? You want me to ..." He couldn't get the words out.

	"Take me while I'm restrained. Yes. Please." When Harry still didn't move,
	Tom added in a low voice, "I ... I think it's what we both need."

	Harry nodded, surrendering to the truth in Tom's words. He rounded the bed
	again, pulling his uniform off, jerking the hose from Tom's body, forcing
	Tom onto his stomach, and pushing himself in. He didn't realize just how
	right Tom was until he found that he had entered his friend with no
	preparation other than the punishing stream of cold water, shoving himself
	in up to the balls in one push, and was now brutally pounding into him.
	Release came hard and fast and Harry collapsed over Tom.

	As soon as Harry came back to reality, he climbed off Tom and Tom rolled
	back onto his side. Once again Harry leaned over Tom to untie him. This
	time Tom reached out with his tongue and guided Harry's cock into his
	mouth, licking and sucking it clean. Harry pulled back when he realized
	what Tom was doing, leaving Tom's arms still tied. But Tom moved with
	Harry, sucking harder. Harry's cock hardened as Tom sucked.

	Harry grabbed the back of Tom's head and took control away from him. He
	fucked Tom's mouth as hard as he had his ass. Tom put up no resistance.
	Harry came without warning, jetting down Tom's throat. Tom swallowed
	convulsively then licked him clean again.

	Harry leaned down to kiss Tom and taste himself. As soon as his tongue
	entered Tom's mouth, Tom came, shooting all over Harry's chest. Harry
	finished the kiss and moved back to look at Tom speculatively. Tom lay
	still, eyes half closed, arms still tied over his head.

	Harry moved forward again, kneeling so that his chest was at Tom's head.
	"Clean me up," he commanded. Tom strained forward and licked his own cum
	from Harry's chest, then moved back to relieve the pressure on his arms.

	"You like this," Harry said in wonder. Tom turned pink with shame and
	lowered his eyes, but nodded. "You meant it when you said you needed it."
	Tom nodded again, not raising his eyes. "I ... don't want to untie you just
	yet. But I won't hold you against your will. You understand?"

	"You're not holding me against my will. Don't untie me until you're ready."

	"Good. Roll onto your back." Harry left the room while Tom rearranged
	himself. He returned holding two lengths of rope. Tom looked at them and
	spread his legs. Harry smiled as he tied Tom down. Tom was shivering, but
	not from DTs and not from fear. Harry felt warmth radiate from his groin
	again.

	Tom noticed Harry's arousal and looked up at him. "You like this, too?" he
	whispered. It was Harry's turn to nod. "You don't hate me?" Harry shook his
	head no. "Keep me then." He bit his lip. "If you want to."

	Harry reassured him. "I do With a few conditions. Just me. In private.
	Nothing changes outside this room."

	Tom nodded, then quirked his lips. "Well, maybe not only in *this* room.
	But only in private. I'm yours to use any way you want."

	Harry took him at his word. Without further warning, he stroked his rising
	member to full arousal, aimed, and sprayed his cum up and down Tom's body.
	Tom jerked and looked for permission at his lover."Not now. Hold it. This
	will help you remember: it can only be just the two of us," Harry repeated.
	"I will *never* share you with anyone. And you are never to abuse yourself
	like you did on shoreleave." Tom nodded his agreement. "I *will* punish
	transgressions."

	"I know."

	"I'm not convinced you understand how serious I am about this, Tom. You
	need at least one more demonstration before the Doctor checks you out to
	return to duty." Tom shivered and held himself back with difficulty. Harry
	kissed him on the lips then moved to the doorway. "Think about it."

	Harry's tone was enough to send Tom over the edge again. He looked
	pleadingly at Harry, who nodded. Tom convulsed as much as his bonds would
	allow and shot into the air, splattering himself.

	Harry looked on approvingly. "Very good. I'm going out now, but I'll be
	back to check on you."

	Tom felt himself hardening again at Harry's parting words.

	End