Reed's Armory -- A Malcolm Reed Fanfiction Archive ..

Title: Christenings I: The Armory

Author: Nijijin

Author's e-mail: [email protected]

Fandom: Enterprise

Pairing: Archer/Tucker/Reed

Rating: NC-17

Category: Slash

Series: Christenings

Summary: In my fanfic Deeper Fate the boys celebrate in the Armory and tease about celebrating in Engineering and the Ready Room. A lot of folks wanted more detail. Sooooo.

Comments: Comments to Part 1: I'm still working on "There's No Place" but this bunny keeps cuffing me upside the head for attention. So I thought I'd give it carrots. Comments to Part 2: Sorry.caught a few boo boos. Only got three responses to the last part. Not begging for feedback but just want to get an idea if I should continue this series or not. All pertinent information in Part 1 Post #7007. Captain's mast--Nonjudicial punishment (NJP) refers to certain limited punishments which can be awarded for minor disciplinary offenses by a commanding officer to members of his/her command.

Archived to Reed's Armory on 11/19/2003.

PART 1

Location #1 Armory

It was o'dark hundred when Jon and Trip coaxed a suspicious Malcolm down the quiet corridors of Enterprise. At this time of night few if any crewmembers roamed the halls. So the two blondes felt comfortable enough to apply more persuasive tactics to encourage the Brit into following them. Trip grinned wickedly as he held both of Malcolm's hands warmly in his own. Walking backwards he gently tugged the smaller man forward. Of course, very little pull was necessary since Jon's large build was firmly pressed into Malcolm's back pushing the wiry body forward as well. Archer's strong and steadying arm quickly moved around the smaller frame when Malcolm stumbled a bit. At the same time Trip stopped and quickly moved his hands to Malcolm's shoulders for extra stabilization. Engineers always think ahead. Conveniently Jon continued to move forward pushing Malcolm into a tight and delicious embrace between the Commander and Captain. Jon and Trip guessed * delicious* when a hiss of delight emanated from the super heated soul pressed between them. Both men cried out when Reed reached one hand forward and another back right into two hard bulges. Malcolm chuckled...turnabout was fair play after all.

"All right...talk...where are you two juvenile delinquents taking me?"

Malcolm squeezed and then rubbed a few meaningful circles over Trip and Jon's cocks. It was a reminder that torture to get answers was a distinct possibility and Malcolm was trained to administer various interrogation techniques.

"And please don't let it be somewhere that will eventually land me in Sick...oh...my...ugh."

Trip leaned forward and turned his head to lay a few serious tongue swipes across Malcolm's bobbing adam's apple. At exactly the same moment Jon turned his head and gently nibbled at the wispy curls on the back of Malcolm's neck. It was sensory overload for the Brit.

"Cap'n...Ah think Lootenant Reed just insulted two Superior Officers."

Trip blew warm breath on the wetness at Malcolm's neck causing the smaller man to shiver and tilt his head back into Jon's waiting lips.

"I believe you're right Commander and Mr. Reed's hair isn't exactly regulation length."

Jon nipped at the back of Malcolm's neck to emphasize the observation.

"Really?! Ah'm surprised! It's not like the Lootenant to be so lax about protocol. Are you sure?"

"Have a look for yourself, Commander."

Trip moved his hand to the back of Malcolm's head forcing it forward onto the Southerner's shoulder. Malcolm began to protest until he heard the involuntary moan of his lovers' as they kissed over his ducked head. Trip and Jon's hands both were now entwined in the dark silky hair. They began to tug at it insistently to the rhythm of their tongues.

"Hey!" came a muffled protest from Trip's shoulder. The other men stopped and snickered remembering what their original intentions had been. Releasing the tightly gripped hair they stepped back slightly letting Malcolm lift his head.

Pretending to be unamused by the turn of events Malcolm glared at both men and rubbed the back of his scalp. Clearly though, the flush of his skin and absentminded rotation of his hips into both men pointed out just how pleasurable Malcolm really found his position.

"Cap'n, it's mah duty ta advise that this kinda insubordination should not be tolerated and punishment should be meted out."

Jon and Malcolm looked at each other and mouthed "meted" in surprise. Trip was spending too much time around the Englishman.

"I agree Commander. However since this is Mr. Reed's first offense I think off-the-record disciplinary action would be "fair".

"Now see here you prats!" Malcolm began to protest.

Jon and Trip ignored him and continued, "So it will be Captain's Mast, Sir?"

"Yes Commander and I think it should be conducted in the Armory. It seems apropos. Don't you agree?"

"It's perfect, Captain. Ah think additional torture is in order for callin us prats, Sir."

"I was just thinking the same thing, Mr. Tucker."

"Might Ah add, Sir, that besides being fair, you're gorgeous, sexy and handsome as all get out. And Ah can't wait to get my hands on you or this stuffy limey twit who's pretty sexy himself."

Laughing Jon replied, "Trip, the feelings are mutual believe me! Now let's get our limey to his Armory."

Malcolm frowned and put his hands to his hips. He began to open his mouth, ready to give them a piece of his mind about being called a limey as well as talking to each other as though he weren't standing there. However, the only sound to escape was a shocked squawk as he was bodily lifted under his arms and legs by his lovers and carried off to the Armory.

"Oh bloody hell!" Malcolm blurted in mock derision before laughing himself.

PART 2

"Ooow...watch my bum!"

Malcolm whined as his lovers unceremoniously dumped him on the deck in front of the Armory.

"All the time Mal, all the time."

Jon winked before attempting to key in the code to the Armory. Malcolm shot him a withering glare before smirking at his Captain's inability to get the door open. Turning to his side Malcolm propped his head in his hand, casually crossed his legs and watched Trip crowd in over Jon's shoulder.

Jon scowled at Trip. "Do you mind?"

Rolling his eyes, Trip responded impatiently, "Yeah, actually Ah do. Cause Ah'd like to get in there sometime tonight."

Both Jon and Trip turned to glower down at Malcolm as the Brit began to laugh from the ground behind them. When he finally was able to work his way to just snickering Malcolm wiped the tears from his eyes and looked up at his lovers. Both sulked with arms crossed identically over strong, powerful chests. Trip's foot tapped impatiently.

"You done, Lootenant?"

Malcolm coughed to cover his grin, "Yes, quite Sir."

"Well then get your bum up here and open the door."

Malcolm smirked as he gracefully got up and strode between his lovers to key in his personal access code.

"Rather a let down having to help in your own abduction. Or seduction is it? And why exactly is my Armory locked out? Where are Thompson and Doyle?"

Malcolm asked as he strode in and looked around the deserted room. No response from his lovers caused him to turn to them expectantly. Surprised he found that the two handsome blondes were still out in the hall and appeared reluctant to enter, look at him or even speak. The suspicious Englishman frowned and placed disapproving hands on his hips.

"Sirs...Captain...Commander?"

Both men grimaced at hearing their ranks with a stern British accent. Whenever the Armory Officer reverted to calling them by their designation they knew a schoolmaster's lecture was brewing.

"I...uh...dismissed them for the remainder of their shift."

"WHAT! Jon have you lost your senses! You left Enterprise without a Security detail on duty!"

"Now, come on Mal. It's just for a few hours and we're gonna be in here anyway."

Trip tried to defend Jon's decision.

"A few hours...oh well...my mistake. You're absolutely right, Trip, nothing wrong with that. And when the Suliban show up, we can just say, 'be with you shortly Silik...we're just having a wank...should only be a few hours...then we'll pull up our pants and you can blow us to kingdom come.' Yes indeed, I'm sure he'll wait until we're done. Will probably want to watch along with Phlox."

Malcolm had begun pacing as he spoke, flailing his arms to punctuate his point. He spun on his heal when he heard desperately muffled giggling from his two errant schoolboys. Rolling his eyes he told himself not to ask, not to give them the satisfaction of showing curiosity. He waited...they looked at him and began to laugh harder...he tried to look sterner...cooler...it just made them whisper and break into sniggers. Throwing up his arms in defeat he finally broke down.

"All right...I give up...what's so funny?"

"Ah told Jon you'd go all "safety of the ship and crew" on us. We just didn't expect the Suliban/Denobulan imagery."

"Nice touch that, Mr. Reed."

Malcolm arched an eyebrow and quietly moved closer to the door as his two lovers broke into chuckles again. He was leaning against the doorframe waiting patiently for them to finish. When they finally looked up at him with smug grins and tears to be wiped from their eyes...he pounced.

"Actually, I have a lot of nice touches. Many of which both of you have been on the receiving end of."

He slowly began to unbutton his casual shirt revealing a pale well- sculpted chest. Jon and Trip stopped grinning. One swallowed hard as the other's mouth dropped open. Both leaned in a little closer to their smaller and delectable lover. Knowing he had their undivided attention the Brit continued while tracing his long elegant finger around his own nipple.

"Hmmmm...only a few hours?"

Malcolm stuck his head out in the hall to look both directions. Jon and Trip tracked along with him. Crooking his finger so the two now flustered men huddled conspiratorially around him, Malcolm let his hot whispered breath caress their ears.

"I'll let you in on a little secret...I'm quite capable of delivering hot, intense, mind blowing, sex...with my hands, tongue, cock, arse...in every position imaginable...over and over...for hours and hours...even days and days."

Malcolm planted a chaste kiss first on Trip's nose, then on Jon's jawline before pulling back from the decidedly hot and bothered men. Stepping back into the Armory, Malcolm gave them the sweetest look and rubbed his now rock hard cock through faded jeans. Green eyes and sky blue ones ogled the seductive movement. There was whimpering. Tilting his head to the side, a smug grin of his own, Malcolm sprung his trap.

"But you'll never know...will you?"

With that Malcolm hit the door closure and waved as the barrier swished shut on two thoroughly stunned faces. It was his turn to laugh as the angry pounding began. He turned and began to unbutton his jeans as litanies of rather colorful swear words floated from behind him and the door. He couldn't decide where to wait for them...in his office...by the torpedoes...by the phase pistol locker? He turned to the barrage and frowned a slight concern. Rubbing his chin he wondered.

"Cor...they should be able to get the bleed'n door open...shouldn't they?"

~the end~