Harry The Lieutenant

	by rita (mommacita1@juno.com)

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


	"So, Lieutenant."

	"Tom, stop it. It's getting old."

	"So are we, Lieutenant, baby."

	"Tom, for God's sake! Give it a rest."

	"Ooh, touchy, aren't we? Touch-feely?" Tom let his hand run down the newly
	minted lieutenant's back.

	"Knock it off, *Ensign*!" Harry retorted.

	"Ouch."

	"Sorry," Harry mumbled on cue. "Wait a second! No, I'm not.

	"You're not what?"

	"Sorry."

	"You already said that."

	"Damn it, Tom!" Harry counted to ten as they continued down the seemingly
	endless corridor. The phrase ''twisty little corridors, all alike,"
	wandered through his head. 'Irrelevant,' said the familiar female
	Borg-voice in his head. 'Resistance is futile,' was the next phrase
	flitting through the apparently empty space between his ears. This voice
	sounded more like Tom's than Seven's.

	"Earth to Harry Kim - Lieutenant Kim, please come-"

	That was definitely Tom's voice. Tom's annoying, teasing ... and, oh, yeah,
	now definitely insubordinate voice.

	"-In." Tom finished as he was slammed up against the bulkhead. The snarl on
	Harry's face was unfamiliar and he didn't like it. "Hey, hey, hey," he
	protested, getting nervous when Harry didn't release him. Why were these
	corridors always empty when he and Harry walked them? There were well over
	100 crew members on this ship, surely *some* of them, *one* of them should
	be passing by. Preferably before he passed out from lack of oxygen.

	Harry pressed his forearm against Tom's windpipe ('Good word choice there,'
	he thought) until the man stopped struggling and sagged slightly. Then he
	took Tom's head in both of his hands.

	"Yes," Tom whispered through slightly blue lips. He let his tongue slip out
	to dampen them and left his lips slightly parted when it retreated.

	"I. am. not. amused." Harry banged Tom's head against the bulkhead with
	each word for emphasis.

	Tom was too shocked to even try to defend himself. All he managed to do was
	whimper once before the blackness of unconsciousness set in.

	"Shit!" Harry said as he realized that Tom wasn't faking it. Tom slumped
	against him, out cold. Harry sighed, lifted him over his shoulder and
	started towards the lifts. Naturally, the corridor was now quite crowded
	and he got several curious stares. But once the starers realized who was
	hanging limply over his shoulder, the stares turned to knowing leers.
	'Great!' Harry thought. 'More grist for the rumor mill, just what I need.'
	He entered the open lift quickly and gave his coordinates.

	***

	Tom woke to a sensation he was not unfamiliar with, but it wasn't one he
	associated with pleasure. His rectum was burning. "No!" he tried to scream,
	but discovered he was gagged. And bound. Naked and spread-eagled on his
	stomach. On a bed. He sniffed the pillow under his head. Harry's bed.
	Suddenly he knew where he was and why. He even knew what time it was:
	payback time. Somehow, that made his cock very happy, even as his psyche
	geared up for another attempt at screaming.

	"Ah, good, you're conscious again." Tom thought he recognized the voice,
	but the smug tone was new. "It wasn't much fun with you non-responsive,"
	Harry continued. "I don't quite see what you get out of it. Now, I *know*
	what I get out of it, but then I've always been awake when you've fucked
	me. But maybe with you responding it'll be better for me." He paused and
	his next words were full of true Harry Kim contriteness. "I, uhh, I think I
	was a little rough the first time. I didn't mean to be. I've never done
	this before - but you know that - so I'm kind of learning as I go."

	Tom muttered something incomprehensible from behind the gag. It sounded
	vaguely threatening, but it was hard to tell.

	Harry returned to his swaggering pose, coming into Tom's line of sight.
	"Anyway, I'm your superior officer now, as you've been so quick to point
	out, so I felt I should get the superior position off-duty as well."

	Tom muttered again.

	"What was that? Well, no matter. As the Captain often says, Starfleet is
	not a democracy. You don't get a vote, Ensign."

	Tom shook his head violently.

	"The gag's not coming off either. You're not going to sweet-talk me." Harry
	perched on the bed and ran his hand down Tom's spine. The bound man
	shivered. "Tom," Harry said more seriously. "I had two choices: report you
	for insubordination and myself for assault," he gently stroked the bruised
	Adam's apple in apology, "or make our new positions clear - pardon the
	pun."

	Tom pulled himself back from the edge of panic. This wasn't something he
	would have suggested in a million years in the Delta Quadrant, but he
	decided to go with his cock's opinion, it was pulsing with each stroke
	Harry swept down his back. He raised his buttocks slightly and looked up at
	Harry.

	Harry saw the trust in Tom's eyes. Frankly, he had been prepared to call a
	halt to his little adventure in command when Tom's terror became evident to
	him. But now Tom seemed to understand. He inserted a finger into Tom's wet
	hole and heard him hum in pleasure as he found the button-like gland and
	gently played with it. Tom jumped and clenched his buttocks when Harry
	added a second finger, then relaxed again and resumed his humming. Harry
	relubed his own hard member with his free hand, then swung over Tom. His
	lubed hand reached under Tom's body and he was reassured when it found the
	firm, pulsing cock.

	Tom thrust into the covering hand then back onto the fingers. He was
	trembling with a combination of fear and desire. But he was surprised to
	find he trusted Harry to bring him through it safely, whichever emotion
	took control.

	Harry removed his fingers and leaned forward to kiss Tom gently on the side
	of the mouth. Tom turned his head as far as he could, blue eyes clouded
	with a swirl of competing emotions watching him warily. "I'm going to enter
	you now," Harry whispered, letting his freed hand stroke Tom's shoulders.
	"This is the part I'm still learning, but I'll try not to hurt you."

	Tom nodded and relaxed as best he could.

	Harry positioned himself and entered Tom in one long, slow thrust. He
	thought this would be the most gentle way.

	Tom choked at the sudden and continued intrusion, and the tearing that
	accompanied it. Pain radiated out from his rectum and he fought his own
	muscles' desire to tighten, knowing it would only worsen the pain.
	Ruefully, he realized that he had had ample opportunity to teach Harry but
	had not taken the time. 'Too late now,' he thought, then stopped thinking
	and started humming again as Harry began rubbing against his prostate and
	stroking his cock in the same rhythm. The pain exchanged places with
	pleasure radiating from the same place and Tom let his body move in time to
	the beat Harry set.

	Harry realized he had done something wrong, and filed it away to discuss
	with Tom afterwards. His cock was pulsing inside Tom and he began thrusting
	immediately after pushing all the way in. His need established the rhythm
	and the two men were soon rocking in syncopation. Tom's humming vibrated
	through Harry, urging him onward and his thrusts became stronger as their
	rhythm sped up. He came deep inside Tom, balls slamming against buttocks,
	howling his achievement as he came.

	Tom's climax followed, quieter, almost an afterthought, the release
	pleasant but not overwhelming. He lay still while Harry recovered, waiting
	to see what his superior would want next.

	Harry released Tom from his bonds and backed away. When Tom didn't
	immediately rip of his gag or attack Harry, the latter returned and removed
	the gag from Tom's mouth and kissed him thoroughly. Leaning back, Harry
	said, "I think we've established our positions now. There's no need for
	further discussions in the corridors, is there?"

	"No, sir," Tom whispered, still not moving from his position on the bed.

	"Good. Then let's clean up and then I want you to teach me how to do ...
	this..." Harry waved his hand in embarrassment and Tom had to smile as the
	"naive Ensign" part of the new Lieutenant surfaced, "how to make love to
	you without hurting you."

	Tom's smile turned radiant. "Yes, sir, Lieutenant. It will be my pleasure."

	End