Disclaimer time once again!  Eighth verse same as the first . . . 
everybody *sing*:

I don't own these characters, (chorus) Paramount does!
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I am making no money off of this, (chorus) Paramount does not 
either!

This story involves sex between two men, aka: slash.  If that is 
*not* your cup of tea, sweet as it is, then don't read it!  (simple, 
ain't it??)
Feedback is *very* much appreciated, and always answered. 
Flames will be passed around to friends and chuckled over.  :)  

This is actually a PWP sequel to my other PWP, 'Ignition'.  And, 
of course, it has absolutely no redeeming social value, 
whatsoever. :)

It's 92 damned degrees, now.  This series will continue until the 
temp drops to a reasonable level.  Full, brain-addling lust alert, 
you have been warned.


'Famished' by Amirin


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*RUMMMMMBLE*

"Ex*cuse* me," said Tom, like he was surprised it had 
happened. Ha.

"Did you miss breakfast, Mr. Paris?" Janeway inquired, wryly.

"No, Ma'am, I definitely had breakfast."  Even Tom could hear 
the smile in his voice at that one, though he was careful to keep 
it off his face.  He had had breakfast, all right, as he 
remembered Harry, hotter than Hades during a Martian 
summer, screaming before filling his mouth again and again. 
He shifted a little in his seat.  Damn, it was hot in here!  "Well, I 
know it's still a couple of hours until lunch, but I'm sending you 
now.  It's becoming a distraction and we can't have that," 
Janeway reasoned, just as a loud *GRUMMMMBLE* was 
heard, from behind her. She turned in her seat, smile on her 
face at Harry's slight embarrassment.

"You too, Harry," she said, raising a hand to forestall his 
apology.  "Both of you, go, get something to eat."

They couldn't even look at each other as they walked quickly to 
the turbolift.

Once inside, the small space seemed stifling.  Harry looked at 
Tom.

"Oh, no . . we need food, get that look off of your face, right 
now."

"What look?"

"That look you've been giving me all morning.  That 
'All-I-want-to-do-is-throw-you-up-against-something-solid-and-
fuck-you-until -your-screams-shatter-the-warpcore' look."

"Oh, *that* look."

"Yes, that look.  Tom, quit it.  Tom.  I said quit it.  Tom.  Oh, the 
hell with it, your quarters."

"This mean I get to throw you up against something solid and 
fuck you until your screams shatter the warpcore?"

"*TOM*!"

"Just asking."

They couldn't get to Tom's quarters fast enough and started 
tearing off their clothes before the door even shut.  It was totally 
insane, but it had been like this from the moment they'd first 
gotten together, after that away mission to Gorlaia Three, when 
Harry had gone off that cliff, nearly taking Tom with him. Harry 
had tried to make Tom let him go, which Tom would never do, of 
course.  They'd had a huge fight about it, later, and ended up in 
bed together.  Now, they couldn't get enough of one another.

All thought of food was forgotten as Harry rapidly skinned off his 
uniform, along with everything else, then tackled Tom to the 
bed, who'd only managed to get his boots off, thus far.  Tom 
struggled for a second then gave up.  In a minute, Harry would 
realize that having sex while fully dressed wasn't possible and 
let him take it off.  God, he loved it when Harry was like this, all 
over him, kissing him like he needed it more than air, groaning. 
There was something undeniably exciting about having Harry 
naked under him, only feeling that flushed, heated skin of his 
through the uniform.

Harry had both hands in Tom's hair, holding him still so his 
mouth could plunder, freely.  "Gods, I love your mouth. Your 
lips," he said, lightly biting one.  "Your tongue," punctuated with 
a stroke of his own.  "The way it feels on me, hot and wet and 
soft, when you're sucking my cock.  Hmmmmmm."

Okay, so now Tom *had* to get his uniform off, or risk coming 
inside the damned thing.  He frantically tore it from him, 
mindlessly flinging it, and the rest of his unwanted clothing, 
across the room.  Now he could feel Harry's body against his 
own, and did, groaning, wrapping his long legs around his best 
friend, the one who knew better than anyone ever had, how to 
drive him totally insane with desire.

Finally Tom was naked.  Jeez, it took him long enough, Harry 
thought, before attacking him again, trapping Tom under him, as 
he caressed him with his own body, writhing over him, making 
him gasp and moan. Tom had the lube in his hand before Harry 
could finish a breath, and Harry cried out in relief, arching his 
neck upward, as Tom's long, slender fingers entered him. He 
groaned, feeling teeth on his throat;  Tom simply couldn't resist.

Tom looked up at Harry, eyes tight shut against the waves of 
pleasure, quivering under his hands, his mouth.  Damn, it was 
heady stuff, knowing he was responsible for making his friend 
react like this.  Harry's head had dropped to his shoulder, as the 
man lay there, panting.  Tom wrapped the fingers on the 
unlubed hand into soft, black hair and quickly flipped them over, 
making Harry groan a harsh 'Yes'.  

Harry grabbed the sticky hand and caressed his palm along it, 
before encircling Tom's hard cock, making the man groan and 
tremble.  He raised his head, to nibble the long neck above him, 
as he moved his legs up toward his chest and Tom settled in 
between them.

"Where are you?" Harry moaned softly.  "Gods, I need you in 
me, now.  Tom, please . ."

"Easy, Har, shhh.  I'm right . ."

"OH, gods, *YES*!"

"There."

"Mmoremoremoremore, oh gods, please, *yes*."

"Damn, Harry, you are so *tight*.  Can't stand not being in you. 
Oh, yes. Oh, *Harry*."

"Fill me, gods, *Tom*.  Harder, fuck me harder . . AHHHHhhhh, 
yes, like that, more, please, do it . . . *Unnnnggghhhh*, again . . 
Oh, *gods*."

"Harry . . oh, yes.  In . . credible.  So hot, all around me . ."

"Faster, faster . . more . . *OHHHHhhhh, yes* . . Tom . . Stay in 
me . . forever.  Gods, *yes*.  Don't ever leave . . Tom . . 
*TOM*."

"Never . . never leave . . oh, in you . . feel me . . my hard cock . 
. in you . . filling you . . fucking you . . want you in me . . want 
you everywhere . . "

"Gods, yes . . want to fuck you . . need to . . *Yes*, oh *yes*. 
Gods, you are so . . good at this . . moremoremore . . don't stop 
. . don't ever stop . ."

"Harry . . oh *gods*, *HARRY* . . I'm . . I'm com . . ing . ."

"Yes, baby . . oh yes . . come in me . . do it . . Tom . . come in 
me . ."

"Har . . *Harry* . . oh gods, yes yes yes, *Harry* . . *HARRY*, 
gods, *YES* . . Ohhh OHHHHH *OHHHHHH* *GODS* 
*HARRRRRRY*!!"

" . . ."

"Shhh, easy, got you . . right here . . I'm right here."  Tom's 
lungs didn't seem to want to work anymore, as Harry moved him 
off of himself and gently placed him on his side, before 
wrapping around him, spooning up against him, and hitting the 
pillow with a thud.  Exhausting, wonderful, who needed food, 
anyway?

"Your turn," Tom murmured, sleepily.

Harry laughed, still out of breath.  "You know, if we ate 
something, we *might* not be so tired we fall asleep on the 
bridge, in the middle of our shifts."

"Is it a choice between you fucking me and eating?"

"Well . ."

"Screw food, Harry, fuck me."

"Tom . ."

"We'll grab something after, promise . . right now I need to feel 
you inside me. Harry, please . ."

"Quit begging, you never have to beg me. I want this as much 
as you do.  And you know it."

"Gods, what is wrong with us?  If we were one meal away from 
starvation and death, we'd still be all over each other, rather 
than eating it."

"Hormones?"

"Neelix's 'secret ingredient'?"

"Alien takeover."

"Pheromone addiction."

"Mysterious virus that requires an elevated body temperature to 
survive."

"How do you explain the constant lust?"

"Side effect."

"Like that one, Har, that's good."

"Okay, if anyone asks why we're losing weight, not eating, and 
have the metabolic rates of banging bunnies, we'll go with that."

"It's a plan."

"Good."

"Harry?"

"Hmm?"

"Why aren't you fucking me?"

Harry sighed.  Having a lover with a one-track mind could 
sometimes be *really* exasperating.  Trouble was, they were 
both on the same track, so he couldn't complain too much. He 
sighed again as warm, wonderful lips fastened onto his own, 
groaning as an insistent tongue caressed his, mating with it. 
Gods, it wasn't just the sex.  He'd rather kiss Tom than eat, too. 
Tom was settling in on his back, grabbing the lube.

"Unh uh."

"What do you mean 'unh uh'?"

"I want you on your hands and knees, when I fuck you.  I want 
to fuck you so hard, you cringe every time you sit down.  And I 
want you to look at me every time you do it, knowing that I'm the 
one responsible."

<gulp>  "Harry?"

"Hmmm?"

"wow."

Harry just looked at him, until Tom rolled over onto his stomach. 
Harry saw the muscles in his back clench and quiver, as he 
traced his tongue down the backbone, stopping to kiss a freckle 
or twenty.  He reached between Tom's legs and felt the long 
thighs tighten briefly around his hand, before they spread open 
and Harry caressed the smooth ass.  Squeezing some gel onto 
a couple of fingers, he stroked the cleft, dipping occasionally 
into the entrance to Tom's body, until the man was moving 
upward to meet his fingers.  He stroked himself with one hand, 
watching his cock turn darker as it hardened, the tip seeping, 
knowing that soon it would be inside Tom.  His fingers caressed 
Tom's heat, feeling muscles tense around them, before he 
scraped one lightly across the tiny gland.  

Tom's moan came from his toes, as he bucked up into Harry's 
hand, hearing the man hushing him, even as he did it again. 
Harry had a evil streak, there was no doubt about it.  Tom 
sighed, relaxing.  It was perfect.  No one knew better than Harry 
did how to play his body, make it react and need and sing.  Only 
Harry could do this to him, finding things that even Tom didn't 
know about.  It was an addiction, he realized, even as he knew 
he didn't care.  He chuckled, it turned into a groan when Harry's 
fingers withdrew, coming to his hip to bring him back onto his 
knees.

"What's so funny, Beautiful?"

"I was thinking about how'd I'd suck you off on the bridge, if you 
asked me to."

<gulp>  "Would you let me fuck you over the Conn?"  Swift 
thrust, followed by a sharp gasp.

<tight moan> "Yes."

Harder thrust, Harry liked that answer.  Tom groaned, from deep 
in his chest.

"Could I fuck you in the Captain's chair?"  Two quick thrusts.

"OH, gods, *yes* . . Harry, don't stop . ."  Hard, fast thrusts, 
three of them in rapid succession.

"Could I fuck you over Chakotay's lap?"  Whoa, blood went from 
brain to cock *so* fast, it made Tom dizzy.

<soft wail> "Gods, Harry, yes, anywhere."  Several fast thrusts, 
then Harry couldn't stop, as he moved harder inside his lover's 
body.

"Ohhh, . . Mess hall?" 

"Umm, yes . . oh gods, Harry . . *Harry* . "

"Oh, baby, yes . . so hot . . gods, you want this . . don't you . . 
need me . . in you . . so deep inside you . ."

<whimper> "Want you . . need you . . all the time . . in me . . 
Yes, oh, *yes*, Harry . . do it . . fuck me . . please . ."

<gasp><groan> "So perfect . . never been . . so perfect . . fit in 
you . . <gasp> oh, yes, baby . . do that again . . like a key in a 
lock . . oh gods, Tom . . so good, so good, so good . ."

<moan> "Harry, faster . . I want to feel this tomorrow . . harder, 
fuck me harder . ."

"We're gonna be doing this . . again tonight . . tomorrow . . 
forever . . oh, yes, Tom, gods, so good . . Tom, oh, gods, baby . 
. yes, Tom, yes . . Ohhh, *yes* . . gonna come in you . . gods, 
what are you doing to me?"  

"Touch me . . Harry . . bring me off . . screaming . . in your hand 
. . wrapped around my cock . . gods, yes, harder, faster, more . 
."

"Tom, oh, yes *Tom* . . so damned beautiful . . wanting me . . 
needing this . . gods, oh *gods*, coming . ."

"Harry, with you . . gods, more . . harder . . fuck me . . yes that's 
it . . that's it . . more moremoremore, oh, *GODS, HARRY*!"

"I'm . . yes . . *OH* . . *YES* . . gods, *TOM*"

"Harry, more, take me . . yes . . coming . . Harry . .*HARRY*"

" . . baby . . yesyesyes *yes* *YES* . . OH *YES* . . 
*TOMMMMMM* . ."

" . . ."

"wow . ."

"You've killed me. Again.  Damn.  How do you do that?"

"It's not just me. It's us.  It's everything.  Gods, I need a nap."

"Can't do it.  Need food. Gonna starve.  Pass out.  On the floor. 
Not good."

"Nope.  Food.  Food?  Where's food?" 

"Replicator."

<groan> "Too far. Can't make it.  Go without me. Save yourself."

"Together.  Up.  Get up.  I'm a dead man. Get *up*.  Now get off 
my foot."

"Sorry.  Okay, I'm up.  Room moving. Oh, Gods.  Food."

<stagger>

<stagger>

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"Now what?"

"Order something, before I lose consciousness."

"You do it."

"Why do I have to do it?"

"You can still form complete sentences."

"You just did, too."

"Shit."

"Oh, I am not eating *that*."

<snort> "Oh, ha, ha.  Very funny. Fine, I'll order something."

". . ."

"It can't communicate telepathically, you know."

"Quiet, I'm thinking."

"We'll be here all day."

<dirty look> "Milkshake."

"Works for me."

"Chocolate."

"Mmmm."

"Malted."

"Tom."

"With bananas."

"*Tom*."

"And strawberries."

"*TOM*, that's enough . . <sigh> make it two."


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