Author: Sandra Lee
Email Address: email@example.com
Rating: NC-17 (I think)
Pairing: P/? (Voy m/m) for those less enlightened the "?" means you won't find out who he's with till the end - sorry<eg> But do not fear…it is *not* and I repeat not Neelix
Date Completed: Early 1998
Warnings: slight b & ds (only enough to be interesting)
Disclaimer: I own nothing, they own everything except the workings of
my warped imagination (for which they are lucky) as to making any money
on this... <snort>good luck!!
Please note: This is my first attempt at 'Fan Fiction'...let alone Slash. Comments, Praise, Virtual Chocolate... Anything! Is desperately craved. : )
Dedication: To Karen aka 'SSFUA' - Thanks for everything... *all* those emails, the NAGGING, and help with corrections. Love and Hugs to you.
And please remember: Like air is *important*... so is feedback : )
Tom slowly awoke to the sensation of something brushing against the sole of his left foot. It slowly inched its way up the back of his leg... lingering at the sensitive skin behind his knee, causing him to shiver and moan in delight. The touch stopped briefly before making a return journey back down towards his toes... caressing each individually before following a line to his heel. He stretched his naked limbs... arching his feet and separating his toes for easier access.
His tormentor quietly chuckled and took the hint... stroking the hypersensitive area between each toe before switching to the other foot and repeating the gesture, until Tom was making tortured mewling sounds from deep within his throat from the extreme sensations.
He tried to open his eyes, but found them covered by a strip of blue silk. He tried moving his hands to relieve himself of some of the unbelievable tension, but found them loosely bound... he was in fact completely at the other person's mercy. With that knowledge came a strange sense of freedom, a willingness to submit to whatever was asked of him and an incredible feeling of peace...trust.
All contact stopped and the room seemed oddly silent, except for the sounds of laboured breathing. Tom groaned, feeling lost in the darkness, without a much-needed lifeline until he felt it again, this time different... the feel of skin against skin.
Small delicate brushes started again at his feet, moving further and further upwards... past his knees to the back of his thighs, each touch leaving a trail of heat in its wake, an echoing fire in his veins... skipping regions that begged to be touched, stroked, rubbed... until fingers encountered the firm muscles of his shoulders.
They rested there... moving slightly, the pressure gradually increasing until they began to knead and rub the now pliant flesh...soothing and relaxing away any remaining tension. The hands were removed. The man on the bed strained upward trying to maintain contact at any cost.
Hot breath against the back of his neck, drawing closer and closer until warm firm lips were felt just below his right ear... then the barest stroke of a tongue, before following the line of his throat with wet open-mouthed kisses and small bites, across his shoulder...nibbling a path to his elbow, swirling his tongue across the skin of his inner arm. He felt the bed shift as the other person teasing him moved to a more comfortable position.
His senses had been sharpened by the silence of the room and the lack of light... he could almost feel the heat emanating from the other body...smell it...taste it... sending his own temperature skyrocketing. The touch of those lips resumed, carefully brushing against the fine hairs on his arm... moving onwards as fingers clasped his wrists and drew them upwards, turning them to gain access... lightly stroking as he went.
Tom gasped for air as he felt a soft nip at the base of his thumb... then a rasping sound as his tormentor kissed his palm and followed the lines carved into it with his tongue, paying special attention to the line reserved for his heart, then onwards until a finger was being gently sucked, mimicking a more intimate action... then another, and another until all had been seen to.
Until now, Tom had managed to remain reasonably quiet... but could now no longer contain his cries. He began sobbing for some form of release whether it be his hands or from his riotous feelings.
The other person shifted again until his hot breath was once more felt against Tom's throat... then ear. A voice, so low as to be barely discernible, whispered "I want to hear you... beg for me... plead with me...scream for me!"
More movement... a quick kiss to the small of his back... making him buck upwards and wail in startled bliss, then firm hands were grasping his hips, lifting him, turning him until he lay on his back panting for air, exposed to the cool currents of air and his unseen lover's heated gaze.
Hands on his ankles... simultaneously advancing upwards towards the centre of his need, quickly skirting it with only the briefest of contact.
"*Gods*...please!" Tom implored.
The only response... a slight brush of finger-tips against his painfully aroused nipples.
"Ohhh..." Another cry as lips quickly followed.
"I don't think I can take any more!" he moaned, almost sobbing, as teeth
gently grazed where fingers and lips had just been.
Everything ceased... touch, thought, sound, as the other person moved away, seemingly taking all the combined heat with him, leaving Tom shaking from reaction.
"No! please...please come back. I didn't mean it...I swear. Please just don't stop...don't stop!" he begged over and over, repeating it like a mantra.
A voice so close to his ear, startling him, a soothing touch running
up and down his chest.
"Shh...It's alright, I'm here... I won't leave you for long" and then deeper, darker.
"That's you begging... only two to go!"
Teeth nibbling at the delicate skin of his earlobe, a tongue tracing the inner curve... continuing on to trace the line of his jaw to his chin and then placing teasing kisses at the corners of his luscious mouth.
"Kiss me..." But all he felt was the other man shaking his head.
Hands on his thighs... nudging them apart. The feel of the other man settling between them... still not enough contact.
Lips trailing down his chest to his stomach... a quick dip into his navel, continuing downwards following the trail of golden hair until stopping... warm breath directly above the current centre of his universe.
A brief taste,
A wailing cry...
A pleading voice...
Another taste longer this time...
A strangled cry this time as his beloved tormentor began teasing him with his mouth.
A contented sigh... turned rapidly into moans of delight.
Begging and pleading merged into one...
A triumphant sound...
"That's two... one left!"
Skin came into contact with skin as the other man lowered his body onto Tom's.
A simultaneous gasp echoed off the walls.
Touching from hip to hip, chest to chest... almost melting into one another.
"Tell me what you need!" demanded *that* voice.
"I need you...with me, touching me, inside me... Now!"
"Your wish is my command!" the murmured reply.
Fingers coated in a soothing gel, brushing his sides... moving inwards... downwards, lifting his hips until they rested on firm thighs... moving downwards.
Stroking him... preparing him...
Moaning... Sobbing... Crying... in rapture.
Moving... pounding... shaking.
Fingers digging into the flesh of his sides... that tiny amount of pain adding to the pleasure... sending him over the edge...flying...soaring.
Withdrawing... sense of loss
Body nudged... moved... turned over...
Possesed... soothed... caressed
Flashes of light... white...red...
Warm arms surrounding him...not letting go
Kisses against his forehead as he stirred.
"Thank you... 'kotay!"
A deep kiss... then sleep...