Night and Day


By Britta

Harry Kim sighed and asked, "Okay, what do I have to do this time?" He hated losing bets to his best friend; Tom always made him perform such weird forfeits. And they'd only gotten worse in the years since Tom had personally introduced him to the joys of kinky sex.
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Tom grinned at him and answered cryptically, "You have to play a round of 'Blind Man's Fuck.'"
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"What's that supposed to mean?" Harry demanded.
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Tom leaned back in his chair. "It means that you go where I tell you to and wait naked and blindfolded with your hands tied behind your back for a mystery lover to come to you."
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"What? Are you out of your mind?! I won't do it. It's too dangerous." He crossed his arms and adopted a determined expression.
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Tom appeared to think about this for a few moments. Finally, he held up his hand and said, "This has to do with your secret admirer."
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"It does?" Harry blurted out. "Uh, I mean, how did you know I had one?"
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Tom shook his head slowly. "Harry, when are you going to realize that I find out everything interesting that's going on aboard ship? Chakotay and I know who it is and I figure we can kill at least two targs with one zap here...if you're up to it."
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The other man waited patiently for him to think it over. Harry had noticed the small smile that had appeared on Tom's face when he had spoken Chakotay's name. As time stretched out, Tom spoke again. "I can sympathize, Harry. Believe me, I know what your admirer is going through. I've been there and done that."
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"What?"
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Tom sighed and replied gruffly, "I remember the months of wanting and waiting, before Chakotay and I finally got together. I know what it's like to be obsessed from a distance. I understand the overwhelming need to find out for certain what it would be like to make love to your own living fantasy."
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Harry was drawn in, as he usually was, by his friend's voice and emotion. The words and tone promised things that he knew he would like. Damn the man! Why did Tom know so much more about life than he, himself did?
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"I've spoken with your admirer," Tom continued, "and I'm sure you won't get hurt." He smiled reassuringly. "I also explained everything to Chakotay and together we worked out this forfeit. Hey, look at it this way. If everything works out, there may be another happy couple aboard Voyager soon."
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Harry looked at him, dubious.
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Tom stood, patting him on the shoulder, and wheedled, "Come on, you owe me and I'll make sure that nothing bad happens to you. Trust me, you'll have a good time, I promise. Chakotay and I will be there, watching. We'll even make a recording of the whole thing so you can watch it later."
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He knew Tom threw in the offer of a vid to sweeten the deal, but he still blushed. He wet his lips. "You will?" Tom knew way too much about him and about his kinks, Harry decided.
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Tom was gazing at him steadily. "Would I lie to you?"
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Harry rolled his eyes and said, "You know, you've turned into a real pervert since you started sleeping with Chakotay."
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"Yeah, I know. What can I say? The man inspires me." Tom smirked.
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He knew Tom well enough to know that the flippancy was merely a way of hiding his sentimentality. He caved in, his curiosity getting the better of him. Tom would never tell him who his admirer was unless he agreed to this crazy scheme and, truthfully, he was dying to know. He did trust Tom and if nothing else, getting a new vid to add to his collection would make it all worthwhile. Nodding, he said, "All right. Where do I have to be and when?"
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Tom clapped him on the back and replied heartily, "Tomorrow night in your own cabin at 1930. Be there and be naked. I'll come tie you up and put on the blindfold myself. Chakotay will bring your admirer along when I give him the all clear. Okay?"
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Harry sighed and nodded again. "Okay."

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The next evening at 1928 hours...
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Harry stood naked beside his bed waiting impatiently for Tom to arrive. He admitted to himself that he was turned on by this sort of adventure. It didn't bother him knowing that Tom and Chakotay would be there watching, either.
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Tom arrived on time, blindfold and soft silk scarves in hand. "Okay, Harry, let's get you ready for the person who wants you so badly that they agreed to do all sorts of illicit favors for me whenever they get the chance."
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Harry squeaked, "They? I thought you said it was one person?"
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Tom hushed him and explained, "It is only one person but I'm not telling you if it's a man or a woman so 'they' it is, for now. Understand?"
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Harry sighed. "Yeah, I get it. Will you hurry up? I want to get on with it."
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Tom secured Harry's hands and set the blindfold gently in place. "Relax, Harry. You're going to enjoy this," he said as reassuringly as possible, then tapped his comm badge and spoke to his lover, "Okay, he's ready. Don't forget to bring the recorder."
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"I won't. We'll be there shortly," Chakotay answered.
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A few moments later, Harry heard them arrive. He was a little nervous yet really looking forward to this. Who could it be? Who wanted him this much? He'd received small gifts and sexy messages for weeks now. They'd all been sent anonymously and it had been driving him crazy.
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He heard shuffling noises as everyone got comfortable.
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Tom's voice rang out, "Harry, I want you to stay where you are unless moved into another position. Okay?"
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"Okay." Harry waited excitedly until he felt cool hands start running up and down his nude body then he stilled and tried to figure out who it was.
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The hands touched him carefully, gently, exploring and enticing him to arousal. He couldn't help but respond. They went everywhere, over his chest and down his legs then back up covering his rear end, finally winding up teasing his cock and balls.
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He sighed loudly as the hands were replaced by a set of hot lips and an even hotter tongue. His whole body was tasted by this unknown person and he could do nothing in return. He just had to stand there and take it.
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Gods, this was difficult. Whoever it was did a thorough job and Harry was hard-pressed to stay standing. Soon, he lost control over his thought processes and began to collapse, his new lover catching him and letting him down gently onto the bed to lie on his side. That was when he felt it: a hard cock rubbing against his leg.
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He didn't care that it was man. All he knew was that he wanted more. He shivered with anticipation as cool hands untied his own from behind his back and lifted them above his head to secure them to the headboard. Harry could imagine how he looked to the others in the room, sprawled out across his bed, a wanton waiting to be fucked.
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He felt lips touch his for the first time, and he tasted the other's mouth and knew he was being tasted in turn. There was something about the feel of the other man's tongue that was niggling at the back of his mind, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
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He moaned uncontrollably while writhing beneath the man's kisses and caresses. Gods, this guy was good. Whoever it was, Harry vowed to see him again. He wouldn't mind having this kind of attention paid to him on a regular basis; it sure beat the half-assed attempts of the Delaney twins.
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The man prepared him carefully and lifted his legs out of the way and began to fuck him into the next major shift in stardates.
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He thrashed under his unseen lover, reveling in the feel of a hard cock in his ass. Though there was something...different... about that cock. Maybe the man was circumcised, he thought, dimly recalling that some cultures still practiced genital mutilation.
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Oh, gods! It felt so great and there was no point in worrying about it now.
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He could just imagine Tom and Chakotay sitting there, watching and recording the whole experience just for him. They'd probably be holding hands and smiling at one another the whole time, wearing those depraved and demented expressions he'd become used to seeing on their faces when they silently acknowledged each other's incurable romantic streaks.
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He was dragged back to his own body as he felt his partner climax and he nearly yowled in frustration that he couldn't join him right away. The man's cock slipped out of his body and he whimpered. In a nanosecond he stopped as a hot, textured mouth engulfed his own aching erection and proceeded to bring him off expertly.
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He came hard and groaned in relief.
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A few minutes later, he heard Tom shut off the recorder and inquire softly, "Harry?"
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"What?" he mumbled through a haze of sexual satiety.
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"Uh, we're going to leave now unless you want your 'friend' to leave first. It's up to you. If you want to know who it is right now, we'll let him untie you. If you want to wait till later, just say so."
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Harry sighed. How could Tom be so fucking dense? He'd just been through the most incredible sexual experience of his life and was amazed that Tom didn't notice.
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His new lover, who hadn't said a word up until then, kissed him again and again then whispered too softly for Harry to recognize his voice, "Let them go. I will take care of you...forever."
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Harry made up his mind instantly and waved imperiously at the room in general as one of his hands was untied, "Go away, Paris! I'm busy." Gods, he was dying to know who had made love to him so wonderfully.
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He heard his friends leave and imagined that they would be smiling smugly. Their attempt at matchmaking had proved successful and they were undoubtedly pleased.
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Harry, nearing sleep, waited patiently until he was cleaned up and fully released. When he was held securely in the arms of the best thing that had ever happened to him, he opened his eyes and saw sky blue. Oh my gods... "Chell?"

THE END

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