3 comments/ 9284 views/ 2 favorites Star trek Enterprise 02: Resurrection By: Pelaam Pelaam© June 2009. The inspiration for this sequel came from loves_sg1 * It had been almost five long, hard, cold months. Even now, when lying in bed and staring at the first letter Jay had written him, Malcolm found it hard to believe he was gone. His lover had been pronounced dead and his body whisked away before he even had the chance to say goodbye. Now all he had were memories of the times they had managed to have together before Jay had been killed. His hand wandered aimlessly down his toned, muscled torso. He only touched himself on rare occasions and only then when the pain of his lost love was too intense to be denied. They had such a short time together and now he faced a lifetime without Jay. Despite which, Malcolm knew he could not, would not, be sorry. He knew that in Jay's arms he had found love and acceptance. He would always carry a part of the older man with him in his heart and his memories. His mind drifted back to one of their last times on Earth when they had spent time beside a river, just talking, swimming and making love. He was already in the water and goading Jay to join him. He stood in water that barely touched his shoulders. He did so knowing Jay would be at his side instantly should he get nervous or experience the slightest difficulty. It had seemed so easy to face his fear with Jay at his side. To know that Jay was watching out for him even when apparently busy laying out thick towels. With a lascivious leer, Jay had dived in, sleek and hard-muscled. The older man had taken a deep breath and slid under the water to grasp Malcolm's thighs in his hands. Once Jay's palms had touched skin he had slowly worked them upwards, stroking Malcolm's limbs and up his body. Lips had followed the trail of fingers, until a begging nipple was taken into his mouth and sucked. The suddenness of Jay's amorous attentions had startled Malcolm for a moment and he had let a gasp of pleasure escape as tongue then teeth caressed his sensitive nub. Wrapping his fingers behind Jay's head, he had pulled the older man upward as lips had slid over his collarbone to his throat. Finally, Jay had possessed his mouth and Malcolm had freely opened to him. He no longer suppressed the deep moans that arose in his throat whenever they made love. The kiss was possessive and Malcolm had let his body melt into his lover's and allowed strong arms to hold him upright. He knew Jay had felt his submission. The older man had then pulled back to stare longingly at him. "Let's get out of the river, Malcolm." The sound of his name rolling off of the Major's tongue in such a need-filled timbre had inflamed the younger man. Jay had helped him up out of the water and lain him down on the thick towels he had spread out earlier. Jay had quickly covered Malcolm's body, enveloping him with his heat, writhing over him, nipping and licking at his lips. Malcolm had felt enervated, his whole body heating at the assiduous attention. Jay had risen to his knees, positioning himself between Malcolm's willingly spread thighs. All the while Malcolm had stroked himself up and down, up and down. Jay had first circled his opening, spreading slick gel around Malcolm's pulsing aperture. Jay had licked Malcolm's hard column, gathering the drops of pearlescence and humming happily. He smoothed it over his lips, and slid his moistened mouth over the burgundy-hued crown of Malcolm' erection. Unable to resist, Malcolm had bucked and thrust into the warm, wet cavern, losing himself in a sensual haze as Jay's tongue had swirled and tasted. Fully concentrating on Malcolm' pleasure, Jay had lovingly milked him as his fingers had delved deep inside, slicking and stretching. The insistent caress of his jewel had undone Malcolm and with a low growl of intense pleasure, he had released himself into Jay's mouth. He had been so immersed in his own satiation that he had barely registered Jay pushing his legs up to his chest and entering him. His slick passage, still clenching in the aftermath of his orgasm, had drawn the older man deeper with every contraction. Malcolm had felt desire resurrect with each deep thrust of Jay's body. The intimate connection they had shared reignited his passion and he was overwhelmed with a potent mix of love and desire. He had brought his legs up to wrap around Jay's waist, his heels pressing into the older man to encourage him to push harder and deeper. When the solid shaft had rubbed over his sweet spot again and again, he had only been dimly aware that the keening sound came from his own lips. Jay's stamina had been both impressive and frustrating. Malcolm longed to find release again and yet never wanted the connection to sever. Jay seemed to delight in bringing him to the edge only to back away again, teasing him with the promise of bliss. He had felt no embarrassment when reduced to begging and pleading to bring them both to fulfilment. Finally Jay had taken Malcolm in hand, skilfully bringing the younger man to climax. Malcolm had felt the waves of ecstasy wash over him and then Jay was finding his own release. He had been aware of the warm rush of Jay's seed as it filled his body and he had felt completeness suffuse his soul As his memories ebbed away to leave him in the present, Malcolm stared at the sated organ that was still in his lightly stroking hand. He picked up the towel at his side and wiped away the evidence of his release. With a muted sob, he covered his body and tried to join his lover in dreams. **** Malcolm was not really interested in his drink. His shore leave was no longer something to embrace when there was no one to share it with. No warm, loving, attentive...With an angry growl he tossed the drink in his hand down his throat in one swallow. He knew he should stop there. But one more would not hurt. In fact, if he went home a little buzzed he might sleep immediately rather than notice that half his bed was unoccupied. Two drinks later, Malcolm eased himself from the bar. He felt a little more than just buzzed, but was certain he had not drunk that much. "This way, Lieutenant." He blinked at the owner of the voice that tried to steer him towards a waiting vehicle and instinctively tensed ready to resist. A sharp prick against his neck, however, drained even that energy from him. He felt himself bundled into the vehicle before blackness claimed him. Malcolm blinked awake, a buzz of noise surrounding him. He stared up from his ignominious place on the floor. His legs were tied at knee and ankles, his wrists bound together behind his back and more bindings were on his upper arms. His shirt was missing and Malcolm knew when he was held upright, there was no way he was standing unaided, the upper arm ties would force out his chest. Doubtless another form of humiliation. He had no idea who these people were or why he had been kidnapped. He was not going to be able ask just at present either. A leather ball-gag was affixed and secured. A cold pair of eyes noticed his baleful stare. "Ah, our...guest is awake." Malcolm did not like this man the minute his eyes locked with chips of glacial emerald. He focused instead on fighting down the fear his immobility was doubtless intended to engender. A hard hand pushed him awkwardly onto his back and three other men towered over him. "You're sure about this, Nicholls?" one asked. "Quite sure. I'm certain this reunion will be all I expected." Malcolm glared at the man whose hand had moved dangerously close to a bare nipple. Nicholls, he would not forget his name or face. He grunted as with a snap of his fingers, two other men came forward and hauled Malcolm upright. He watched Nicholls check his timepiece. He felt himself tense. His view of the door was obscured by the four men in front of him but he heard it open and voices stopped. "Ah, Devlin, so glad you could join us." Malcolm twisted helplessly in the grip of the men holding him as he heard the sibilant sounds fall from Nicholls' lips. "No, no don't speak," Nicholls smirked holding up a hand. "I have something here for you. A surprise." As the curtain of men parted, Malcolm had the strangest sensation of falling backwards, except he knew he could not be moving. He stared at Devlin even as his vision greyed and he realised that he was actually going to faint. The last thing he saw were two more men restraining Devlin as he surged towards Nicholls. Except Malcolm did not know him as Devlin. It was his Jay. And he was alive. **** Jay glowered furiously at Nicholls from his position tied by his wrists to a chair secured to the floor. He had been caught out by the sight of his half-naked lover in the man's clutches. He had been certain his cover had been blown and he had been waiting rescue from his role undercover in the hub of Terra Prime he had infiltrated. The last thing he had expected was to see Malcolm. And from the younger man's reaction, Malcolm had not known he was still alive. If...when... they got out of this, Jay would make sure heads rolled. "Don't worry, Major Hayes," Nicholls' voice dripped false concern. "Your precious young man will join us shortly." "You'll pay if he's hurt, Nicholls," Jay ground out. The barked laugh grated on his already frayed nerves. He glanced to the door at the sound of it opening. He bit back the denial he knew Nicholls had hoped for. Dragged between two men Malcolm gazed at the tableau before him. Jay sat secured to a chair and Nicholls was there, standing beside a pair of manacles that descended from the ceiling. His arms and legs were numb from the restraints and he knew they would be too weak when his bindings were cut. He tried unsuccessfully to bite back the pained groan as Nicholls sliced his rope with a wickedly sharp knife and he was transferred to the manacles. He forced himself to breath as deeply as possible and tried to clear his head. He was alive, Jay was alive. He did not know what would happen next but he prayed they would both still be alive at the end. Nicholls almost purred with satisfaction as Malcolm was fastened in place. Wielding his knife with practised expertise, he sliced the last of his prey's clothing, smiling at the growl from Hayes and the feigned indifference from Reed. He indicated the ruined cloth at Malcolm's feet with the point of his weapon. "Take that with you and leave. I will call when I need you. Until then no one is to come near this room whilst I...interrogate the prisoners." The two men left, their glances telling Jay that 'interrogation' was a polite word for torture. Only it was not going to be him at Nicholls' non-existent mercy, but the man he loved more than life itself. Nicholls smiled the kind of smile that Malcolm felt was more menacing than most people's look of fury. A small upturning of lips without actual movement of facial muscles and it was devoid of warmth. He stared stonily back at him, there was little else he could do, naked, wrists manacled high over his head, forcing him almost onto his toes. His legs were free, but that seemed little consolation. Malcolm gave a soft grunt as the knife Nicholls wielded traced a path of fire along his ribs, and he closed his eyes. A sharper pain brought them open again. "That's better," Nicholls whispered. "I want to see them, such pretty eyes," his voice held a sarcastic tone that grated on Malcolm's already dangerously tattered nerves. Nicholls pursed his lips as if thinking. "At least the Major doubtless thinks so. Maybe I'll keep them, preserved in a jar, as a memento of this meeting, hmm, Major Hayes?" "I'll see you in Hell first," Jay growled ominously. Although his wrists were only bound by rope, they were securely tied. However, Jay had kept some tension in them when being secured. Now, with persistent twisting he had created more slack, especially where they were now slick with sweat and blood. Jay did not know if it was going to be enough. His stomach tightened at the sight of his helpless lover and the sharp knife Nicholls wielded so dangerously. "There will be no last minute rescue," Nicholls said casually. "This is reality not fantasy." He scraped delicately at Malcolm's inner arm, letting a couple of red trails slide down the stretched limb. "I can, and will, slowly carve him into bloody pieces." He laid the blade along Malcolm's cheekbone. He waited, deliberately letting seconds pass by and then placed the blade on Malcolm's lower lip and pressed. A drop of blood oozed out, dripped down. Nicholls caught it on the knife and spun to present it as if an offering to Jay. "Get away from him," Jay rasped, his voice dropping in timbre, his wrists never ceasing in their motions to escape the rope that bound them to the chair. "So much more personal and intimate don't you think, Major Hayes? You, me and your paramour in our own ménage a trois." He leaned in even closer. The knife was gliding over Malcolm's abdomen, red lines in its wake, in an abstract pattern that appealed to Nicholls. "I could gut you like a fish," he breathed, pricking the knife's point from Malcolm's breast bone to his treasure trail. "But it needs to be done slowly. A man could survive hanging and drawing. He could live to see his own eviscerated entrails if it was done correctly. Much of the exquisite art of torture has been lost, Major Hayes, replaced by crudeness. Simply overwhelming with pain is so crass, so uncultured. I have studied the art and your...boyfriend is a fit, healthy specimen. I'm quite sure I can indulge for some time." He sighed and turned to face Jay. "Unless, Major Hayes, you tell me who else in this hub is a traitor. You have had help, but they remain beneath our radar." "You know better than that," Jay said. Malcolm wished he could meet his lover's eyes, to let him know he understood. However, Nicholls' eyes, glacial cold and cruel, were before him. Malcolm was certain the older man actually wanted Jay to refuse, wanted to indulge his perversions. He swallowed past a dry throat. Of all the ends to his life he had envisaged, being slowly butchered as his lover watched had never featured. At that moment, he had an intense feeling of his own mortality. He desperately wished to live, to hold Jay and to make love one last time. "No?" Nicholls asked, running the point of his blade up one arm, leaving a bloody trail in its wake. He stepped back a little, his malevolent green eyes raking over his prey. He licked his lips. He would enjoy this. Trying to maintain a calm facade, Malcolm swallowed, lifted his chin and shut his eyes. He tried not to think about where the knife might strike first. A prick at his eyelid made him start. Another marked his cheek, and then Nicholls was at his nipples. Malcolm tensed as the wickedly sharp point jabbed at an innocent nub, blood welling and spilling as the knife moved away. A sickening, white-hot hot jolt to his side made him groan. The knife slid between his ribs and out again. Malcolm turned his face trying to hide the pain and knew he could not. The blade moved to just above his pubic hair, a slice across sending blood to run into the nest of fur protecting his flaccid length. "Enough" Jay's voice had an edge of begging. "Enough," he repeated. Malcolm shook his head as Nicholls moved the weapon in a slow, graceful, deadly arc. It came to rest on his lips, a slight pressure and the skin broke once more, sending a ribbon of red to meander down Malcolm's pale skin. Malcolm dropped his head forward. "Don't, Jay," he said, trying to keep his voice neutral. "He wants to do this. He will, no matter what you say just to have the experience." "Yes, I do. I want to see how long before you scream out for mercy. But you are wrong to say I want it for the experience. You would be a comparison to those who have gone before. However, I am a professional, Major Hayes. You have information that I want and I have power over something you consider precious. Give me what I want and I will give you my assurance that I will not torture and butcher your catamite. " "I never thought I would face my end this way," Malcolm interjected as he saw Jay's capitulation. "Thanks to a MACO stuff-up." Jay's eyes locked with Malcolm's. "And just how do you come to that conclusion?" he growled. "You were the one in the bar getting drunk enough for even an amateur to kidnap." "I was the one who thought you dead. I was the one who shouldn't have needed to worry about being kidnapped," Malcolm countered, his own voice low and deadly. Nicholls stared between the two restrained men. At that moment there seemed no affection between them. All he saw were two aggressive, alpha males who were more like combatants than lovers. His eyes moved from one to the other as they bantered belligerently back and forth. "I should have guessed you'd look to blame someone else," Jay rasped back, his eyes boring into Malcolm's. "I didn't ask to be typeset as some kind of damsel in distress," Malcolm growled. "Given my 'hero' leaves a lot to be desired." "I actually thought you more than capable to taking care of yourself. Seems to me you need a keeper," Jay rumbled. "Yeah?" Malcolm rejoined. "Well let me tell you this. When I heard you were dead," Malcolm hesitated, waiting for Nicholls' eyes to flicker over to Jay. "I wanted to die, too." A surprised grunt escaped from Nicholls as Malcolm's athletic body twisted sinuously and powerful, muscled legs wrapped around his throat from behind, dragging him backwards. He managed to slash at one calf before the knife was snatched from his hand by Hayes whose eyes seemed to burn with a mix of hatred and vengeance. He choked helplessly as the legs tightened. He felt the unnatural pressure on his cervical bones and heard the sickening way in which they began to grind. Hayes twisted his hand free just as Malcolm made his move. Sliding from the seat and stretching, he reached his adversary to wrest the knife from Nicholls as the shocked man writhed in his lover's powerful hold. He hacked at the bindings still holding him back and advanced on his enemy. He saw the fear on the hated face as Malcolm tightened his grip, aiming to snap Nicholls' neck. "Finish it," Malcolm grunted, the sound of crunching bones surprisingly satisfying to his ears. "Make sure." Jay could have just plunged the knife into Nicholls' heart, but did not. He rammed it, blade flat, into Nicholls' lower abdomen. He rotated it ninety degrees and then sliced upwards, gutting Nicholls just as he had threatened his lover. He watched dispassionately as the body sank to the floor as Malcolm finally relinquished his hold. Dropping to his knees, he retrieved the key to Malcolm's manacles and the gun from Nicholls' holster. He pushed the gun into the back of his pants and quickly released his mate. "I love you," he husked pulling the younger man unresistingly into his arms, holding the slighter frame tightly as Malcolm's legs trembled from the strain. "For a minute I thought I was seeing things when you winked. You're incredible sweetheart. I love you so much." "I love you, Jay," Malcolm whispered from the sanctuary of his lover's arms. "Promise me, Jay. Promise me if they look like they're going to recapture us you'll kill me." He heard the soft cry of denial as Jay shook his head. "Don't make me face that again, love, please," Malcolm begged. "You'd have given them what they wanted and I know Nicholls would not have kept his word. I could see exactly what he wanted." "If it comes to it sweetheart, I'll kill us both," Jay said decisively. "There would be no life for me without you." If he was honest, he could not bear to see Malcolm tortured again. Malcolm nodded. It went both ways. He took a couple of seconds to don Nicholls' pants and then they cautiously opened the door. The corridor was clear and Malcolm followed his lover, studiously ignoring each still-bleeding wound. He would only need to worry about them if they escaped from the complex. Star trek Enterprise 02: Resurrection For the first time, Jay was pleased that Nicholls had been such an arrogant bastard. The older man had been so sure of his prisoners' helplessness there were no guards in the immediate vicinity. He ran swiftly. The lover in him warred with the trained MACO operative. He knew he had to get them out before he could tend to Malcolm's hurts, but it did not stop him worrying that his mate was injured and still bleeding. Sounds of fighting ahead had them duck into an office. Jay locked the door and pulled Malcolm to crouch beside him behind the table. He had been promised rescue. Promised. He checked the gun he held. Cupping Malcolm's beautiful face he drew his lover into a slow, deep kiss, infusing it with all the love he felt. For several seconds, all he felt was the slick muscle of his mate entwining with his own. A tingling sensation pervaded his senses and for a second or two he felt bereft of his lover. Then he was aware of the warm, wet cavern once more. The sound of throats clearing had the lovers break apart. Malcolm stared, disorientated from a combination of his recent experience and the use of a transporter. He and Jay were now kneeling in the transporter room of 'Enterprise'. Archer and T'pol stood, Archer grinning widely. "Welcome back, Lieutenant," he said. However, Archer's jaw dropped when he saw that Hayes was the other man they had rescued. "Thank you, Sir," Malcolm managed. He turned to Jay, expecting the older man to make some glib comment or witty riposte. Instead, he moaned softly as his face was framed once more and Jay drew him back into another kiss, unashamedly letting the 'Enterprise' crew see his love for Malcolm. "Thank you, Captain," Jay husked as he released Malcolm's lips, but not the beloved face. He helped the younger man to stand, sweeping him into his arms as Malcolm swayed dangerously. "No damsel," Malcolm muttered softly. "But you're my hero." "You're mine, sweetheart," Jay smiled. "Captain, the Lieutenant has need of sickbay," he added more loudly. "T'Pol, alert them to our imminent arrival and meet us in sick bay. Follow me, Major," Archer said, striding forward. He was looking forward to hearing some explanations. **** In the sickbay Malcolm let T'Pol's words flow over him as he was tended, Jay holding his hand or squeezing his shoulder. At some point during his recovery, Jay had been implanted with a Vulcan tracking device. At the time Jay was going undercover, the extensive but 'routine' full medical Malcolm had endured from Phlox had facilitated a similar device being implanted in him. Neither Jay nor his MACO superiors were aware of the involvement of Vulcans or the tracker devices. He stared fuzzily at T'Pol as his, then Jay's, devices were removed from the base of their skulls and she secured them immediately. "My people do not feel able to share such technology as yet," T'Pol said, with what might have been a hint of apology in her voice, as she looked from Archer to Hayes. "There is no doubting Lieutenant Reed's bravery or his value to Starfleet. Clearly Major Hayes was equally regarded as such an asset. It was deemed logical that, if necessary, we should be able to recover those assets if endangered." "A wise precaution," Archer nodded, his eyes glancing at the small box she held. He gave a rueful smile at the shake of her head. "I will be in my quarters until we are approached by a Vulcan ship when I will make a short visit to assure them all is safe and secure," T'Pol said quietly. She nodded as Archer inclined his head. "I told my people a week ago I thought my cover blown and for them to get me out," Jay said heavily. "They wanted to wait, make sure, not to do anything suspicious in case I was over-reacting. They had no other indication my situation had become untenable. They gave me no opportunity to refuse the mission, no chance to speak to Malcolm, broke their promise to let Malcolm know I was still alive. I nearly had to sit and watch as he was butchered before my eyes." Jay's voice caught and he looked down at his now sleeping mate. Malcolm always looked so innocent and young when sleeping. He smiled tenderly. "Not going to happen again," he whispered caressing the younger man's brow. "We got a message Malcolm had been kidnapped," Archer offered quietly. "We were told where he was being held and to get him. T'Pol then took me aside and said she had a way to use the ship's sensors to find him and transport him out. She didn't know you were alive at that point. She was surprised when the sensors picked up two readings and I could see she was as shocked as I was to see you on the transporter platform. It seems we've all been somewhat used, Major." "Not putting Malcolm through that again," Jay husked as he settled on the narrow bed, wrapping his arms around his sleeping lover. "I suppose I would be wasting my breath to point out there are other beds," Phlox grinned. "Ah, I see that I would," he added at the sight of Jay's eyes closed. "It's probably the best thing for them both, Captain. I'll keep an eye on them." "No more implanting devices?" Archer asked pointedly. "I received sealed orders," Phlox said, his face showing his distress. "T'Pol was aware of their content therefore I assumed you were, too. I was not to speak of it to anyone except to confirm to T'Pol I had succeeded in implanting it." Archer nodded. He could see Phlox was disturbed that they had all been manipulated. He wondered just who was really pulling the strings. **** "If they didn't tell Malcolm, I thought you would get word to him," Jay tried and failed to keep the accusation out of his voice. He had been quickly debriefed and was quite certain the man behind the desk he faced was the reason behind that. With the bright light behind him, the man was little more than shadow, although Jay knew his name. At least, he thought he did. "I intended to, but when I saw the genuine loss on his face, I was certain he couldn't fake it once he knew you were still alive. I thought it would help you both for him to remain ignorant. Keep you both safe. I wasn't happy to find you had been compromised and left undercover. Someone blocked that message to me. I will find out who it was. I'm glad the implants came in useful. " "You're working with Vulcans?" Jay asked, certain he would not be answered. "There is a vision," the voice was quiet, almost wistful. "One day not skin colour, not religion, not gender, not sexual preference, not even what world you were born on will matter. It is a shared vision here and...in other places. It may not be in my lifetime, or yours, but it will come if enough people believe and work towards it." "Terra Prime would be an antithesis of this...vision," Jay ventured. "They would indeed. But now we have your future to consider and that of your young man. I have a proposition for you." **** They were safe, they were together and they were alone. Jay growled his need and Malcolm turned into a full embrace. Jay's breath caught and Malcolm moaned, tilting his head up and nudging at Jay's chin in a silent plea for a kiss. Jay's arms tightened reflexively, pulling Malcolm tight against his body. His mouth claimed the one open and waiting for him. It felt like cresting the first curve of a rollercoaster, exhilaration, anticipation and elation all rolled into one moment. Jay's tongue pushed into Malcolm's mouth, tasting, possessing. He rumbled his approval as the fiercely independent, self-assured, confident male, melted against him, sagging slightly in his arms as his knees almost gave way. Jay moved them backwards pinning his lover against the solidly-crafted wooden table and shifting slightly so that his thigh pressed between Malcolm's legs. Malcolm mewled as delectable bolts of pleasure radiated from his groin to his brain and back again. He never wanted to leave the arms of the man who held him. He hooked a foot around Jay's knee to pull him closer and succeeding in pulling him into the cradle of his spread legs, their trapped erections grinding against one other. He moaned again, trying to tell Jay he wanted more, but unwilling to release the older man's lips for a moment. A feral growl rumbled from deep inside Jay's chest and Malcolm shivered in response. It was a sound that would have had him reach for a weapon if he had heard its like anywhere else. Strong hands grasped his waist, lifting him easily to sit on the table. He murmured his approval into the kiss, wrapping his legs around Jay's hips and rocking. "Need. Please," he gasped. As he broke the kiss, his fingers were reaching for Jay's pants. Their uncharacteristic shaking was making releasing his lover's hard flesh almost impossible. He gave a sound of frustration "It's ok, sweetheart," Jay soothed, his lips brushing Malcolm's ear. "I'll take care of you." Malcolm's head dropped forward onto Jay's shoulder with a sigh as strong hands skimmed confidently up his sides, causing him to shiver. His shirt was quickly removed, baring his sleek chest. His sighs became moans as knowledgeable thumbs found his nipples. He turned into Jay's neck, licking at his mate's collar bone. He made another primal noise as fingers twisted one of his proudly peaked nubs. Malcolm's hips jerked forward to match the feeling at his breast with some much-needed friction. With a feral grin, Jay leant in to suck at the distended nubbin, worrying it none-too-gently with his teeth. His lover leant back, eyes sultry, bracing himself with his elbows offering Jay more intimate access. The front of Malcolm's pants was damp and clearly showed the younger man's desire but Jay resisted the urge to touch, certain Malcolm would come too quickly. He watched the younger man take a steadying breath and then fingers threaded into his hair as he was encouraged to explore lower. Jay responded with a primal, masculine sound that rippled across Malcolm's skin, making his mate whimper with need. Instead of moving, Jay let his lips brush one wet, swollen nipple then the other repeatedly. "I need you," Malcolm begged. Jay stopped, pulling Malcolm close and resting their foreheads together. "I want you, too, but I'm not going to rush this," Jay husked. "I said I'd take good care of you, sweetheart." Jay reminded his eager mate, his lips skimming down Malcolm's abdomen, the toned muscles twitching and jumping under his barely there touch. His eyes rested briefly on the dressing at Malcolm's side before quickly closing and he savoured the warmth and scent of his very-much-alive lover. "Please, Jay," the younger man husked. Malcolm groaned appreciatively as a warm hand finally cupped his erection, cradling and squeezing. His hips lifted off the table urging harder contact. Jay used the manoeuvre to unfasten the thin pants and divest his mate of the offensive garment. He rumbled approvingly as hard flesh sprung upwards, lightly slapping Malcolm's belly. He had not wanted to waste unnecessary time denuding his lover and it seemed the younger man had been of the same mind. He took a step backwards to rake his eyes proprietarily over the nude, toned masculine body. The dressings on his lover's calf and just above his public hair, that matched the one on his side, sent icy tentacles to temporarily freeze the older man. Then he focused on the rapidly rising and falling chest, the sheen of sweat and the flushed skin. His lover was alive and well. "Mine all mine," Jay rasped, licking his lips. Before Malcolm could protest the lack of contact, much-desired, wet heat surrounded the head of his shaft. He thrust up eagerly with a cry of Jay's name. His lover's talented tongue danced in erotic patterns, unerringly hitting all his most sensitive spots. Malcolm gave himself over to the amorous assault, losing himself in a haze of hedonistic, sensual pleasure as his erection was pulled in deep and then released slowly. The barest hint of teeth scraped occasionally along his length. His hips desperately tried to follow, pumping instinctively. Jay pulled back slightly and caught Malcolm's eyes. Holding the stare, he moved his tongue in slow circles, up and over the sensitive slit. His lips curved into predatory smile as he swallowed the entire length again. Malcolm begging incoherently as Jay hollowed his cheeks and sucked. Malcolm's hips bucked violently and his lover's muscular thighs trembled under his hands. Lifting one leg until the foot rested over his shoulder, Jay began a new amatory assault. He cupped the velvet sac, squeezing lightly as he began to rhythmically suck. A finger slid lower, pressing against his mate's tight entrance. "Oh, please," Malcolm whimpered, trying to push up into Jay's mouth and down onto his finger simultaneously. The finger pressed insistently inside, deeper and deeper until it rubbed firmly over Malcolm's prostate. Stars exploded behind Malcolm's eyelids. His fingers unconsciously contracted in Jay's hair. "Oh, Jay," he moaned as he convulsed in his lover's mouth. Jay inhaled his lover to the root, swallowing, humming and licking. He coaxed Malcolm through the aftershocks before reluctantly releasing him, sated and softened. He gave a smile, part feral, part tender, as Malcolm collapsed back on the table. Stepping back he held out his hand and urged the younger man to his feet. As his mate swayed seductively upright, Jay groaned and grasped firmly at his aching erection through the pants he still wore. To have Malcolm naked, pliant and satiated in his arms, whilst he was still dressed, pushed buttons Jay did not even know he had. Taking a steadying breath he led his lover into the bedroom. As Malcolm settled himself on the bed, Jay hastily stripped. A part of him wanted to be inside his lover without any further delay, another wanted to savour each and every precious second. Malcolm threw his arms around the older man pulled Jay to lie between his wide-spread thighs. Jay relished Malcolm's deep moan of need as their shafts, one barely half-hard, the other rampant, rubbed against one another. Jay instantly took command of Malcolm's lush lips. Without reservation, Malcolm surrendered and then laid his own siege to his conqueror's mouth. Jay yielded with enthusiasm to the desired invasion. Their tongues engaged in a battle already won. Malcolm rolled his mate, straddling the older man and, as he broke the kiss, slid his mouth down Jay's neck, finding proud peaks to suck and nip. He licked lower, suckling the slick head of Jay's shaft, tightly holding the base as he drank his lover's pre-come. He was hardening rapidly and wanted Jay inside him when he came next. Dropping lower, he made a sound of appreciation as Jay's hips hitched and he laved tight, furled flesh diligently. Jay let his hand rest on Malcolm's head stroking the silky strands. He murmured his encouragement delighting in the soft sounds of pleasure from his mate. He tugged at Malcolm as he felt himself getting too close and smiled as the lithe body crawled up to mate their mouths once more. With a flip of their bodies, Jay grinned down at his love. He pressed open-mouthed kisses along the strong jaw and down the collarbone to reach a nipple. Taking the dark peak between his lips, Jay suckled while rolling the other bud between his fingers. He felt Malcolm shudder at the intense sensation. Pinching and nipping at the taut nubs, Jay rubbed his arousal against Malcolm's thigh. Lost in a sensual haze, Malcolm took hold of his mate's hard length fingers wrapping around the thick flesh seemingly of their own volition. Jay growled his approval, biting harder at the nipple between his teeth and Malcolm cried out arching into the heat of Jay's possessive mouth. He then gave a low groan as Jay licked his throbbing bud. Malcolm's back rose and fell on the bed and his grip loosened and tightened rhythmically on the shaft he held. Sounds fell from his lips in a series of gasps and moans as the older man alternately bit and lapped. His mate's passionate responses inflamed Jay further and his dripping arousal twitched and jerked, aching to bury itself in something hot, tight and slick. Grasping Malcolm's legs behind the knees, the older man lifted them to his shoulders. Wrapping his arms around the slender thighs, Jay buried his face in the dark-pelted, musk-scented groin. He assiduously ignored the dressing just above the fur as he nibbled and tugged at wiry curls earning more and more impassioned cries. He enveloped hard flesh, sucking, swirling his tongue around the velvet shaft. Moving his hands, Jay spread taut, creamy globes, exposing a dark, alluring rosette. His head buried between his lover's widespread legs, Jay heard Malcolm draw a ragged breath and release it in an impassioned cry as his tongue lapped at his mate's anus. It circled the quivering entrance as Malcolm thrashed helplessly from a surfeit of sensation. Licking and wetting his lover's tight aperture soon had Malcolm relaxed enough for the tip of Jay's tongue to breach his defences. Jay worked his tongue deeper with each darting thrust as Malcolm writhed, whimpered and pleaded incoherently. Each brush of his supple muscle stroked intimate, blood-hot flesh. Jay rumbled his appreciation. Unable to stretch Malcolm any further with his tongue, Jay ascended the toned body once more, nibbling vulnerable, sensitised nipples. "Jay." "Shh, I'm taking care of you, remember?" Jay whispered. He urged Malcolm onto his stomach. He ran his hands over damp, smooth skin, lips and tongue dancing in their wake. He nipped the irresistible mounds to a moan of his name. Spreading them wide once more, Jay thrust his tongue hard, fast and deep, using his strength to pin Malcolm in place. His lover's wanton cries made his cock throb and drip, but he was only concerned for the younger man's pleasure. Jay pulled back panting heavily. The stretched portal glistened with his saliva. Reaching under the pillow for oil, he dripped it on the aperture that spasmed in response. "Relax," he rumbled, smoothing the oil on the sensitive skin around the young man's anus. Then he probed deeply, spreading the lubricant inside. His smile was feral as Malcolm moaned openly as Jay's digits stretched his lover wide then withdrew, the younger man pushing back, offering himself without shame. He watched entranced at the erotic display of his fingers preparing his lover, his heart soared at the trust the younger man displayed in the vulnerable position and his libido screamed to be able to unite their flesh. With a low, deep groan, Jay grasped his organ and nuzzled its plum-hued head along the slickened crevice. "Now, Jay," Malcolm moaned. "Now, now, now." Jay grasped slim hips, urged Malcolm onto all fours and held him in place. With a twist and thrust of his pelvis, the older man drove the tip of his shaft into the clenching portal. He held still, waiting for the rippling channel to relax fractionally and pushed forward again. He gripped Malcolm hard enough to bruise, but felt it necessary to stop his lover simply lunging back. Jay slid a hand under Malcolm cup the younger man's dripping arousal. Bending over Malcolm's back, Jay licked and nipped at strong shoulders and vulnerable neck. He rumbled wordlessly, deep in his chest, as the beautiful man impaled on his iron-hard shaft writhed provocatively. Jay withdrew slightly and eased back in the narrow sheath. Jay groaned as Malcolm clenched his inner muscles and in reply his hand worked the hard flesh between his lover's spread thighs. He purred as he rocked gently into snug sheath, content to keep them hovering on the precipice for a few moments, savouring the intimate connection he had missed. Soon Jay's hips began a hard, deeper motion, rubbing ruthlessly over Malcolm's sweet spot. Enthralled by the sensual, heated pleasure that spread outwards, Malcolm relaxed further allowing Jay to thrust deeper still. Each man's impassioned cries harmonised with the other as they built inexorably towards completion. Malcolm tried to add his own movements back onto the flesh that united them and into the hand that caressed him. However, as beguiling and arousing as these sensations were, they paled beside the connection of what Malcolm felt with Jay on a deeper, spiritual level. Star trek Enterprise 02: Resurrection All coherent thought was driven from Malcolm's head as Jay increased the speed and depth of his thrusts. His lover stroked him to the same cadence as his hips pumped. Malcolm moaned as the older man licked salty-sweet sweat from his back. His head tossed from side to side, lost in rapture as waves of pleasure built again to an irresistible crescendo. He felt Jay ease him up, the older man supporting him by sliding an arm around his chest. Finally the dam of Malcolm's orgasm broke open, uncoiling in a tsunami that overwhelmed his senses, leaving him deaf and blind, crying his pleasure. His shaft twitched and began pumping forth his semen, but still in no way reflected the intensity of the sensations washing over him. Jay roared his triumph at his mate's release as he plunged his rod to the hilt into the contracting, velvet sheath. The muscles clinging so tightly to his thick shaft rippled and squeezed, sending Jay over the edge. His hot seed jettisoned into his lover, invisibly, indelibly branding Malcolm as his. The long-awaited climax rolled through him like a supernova, setting alight everything in its path. Unable to support their bodies, he collapsed to the side, still buried in his mate's body and lay there panting heavily. As he finally slipped from Malcolm's body, Jay gathered the younger man into his arms and kissed him. Their tongues languidly entwined and retreated from one another's mouths as their hands slid over cooling skin. The kisses were interspersed with quiet words of love and devotion that bound the lovers ever more tightly. "You know I love you," Jay panted softly, cupping the precious face so close to his own. "And I love you," Malcolm smiled. He tilted his head quizzically as Jay clutched him tighter. "I'm no longer an active MACO," Jay whispered. "Shh, shh, listen, love," he soothed as Malcolm immediately began a vociferous protest. "Terra Prime need to be diverted away from me, from us. They are more likely to do so if leaving me, a broken man, no longer fit for active use. That's going to be entered in my official files. I am going to be a civilian liaison which means coming aboard 'Enterprise' far more often." He let his voice become sultry as it caressed Malcolm's ear. "That entitles me to see you more, too." "But you're not broken," Malcolm still argued even as Jay nibbled provocatively at his shoulder and up to his ear. "To all intents and purposes I am, love. I could never remain silent if you were under threat. I know that, they know that. However, you and I can, and like as not will, be called upon to perform assignments that will be authorised from levels higher than Starfleet or MACO. That is, if you're willing to be my partner?" "Of course," Malcolm said instantly, not caring what he might be called upon to do in the future, only that it meant protecting Jay's back. "That's settled then," Jay purred. He had been certain of Malcolm's acceptance. He could only hope his trust was well-founded. His beloved's life could well depend on it in the future. Now it was time for something more pleasurable. "There is one other thing," he added, trying to keep his voice neutral. "What?" Malcolm asked, a small frown between his brows. "Since you've agreed to be my partner in work, would you also agree to become my partner for life?" Jay unconsciously held his breath watching the dance of emotions across Malcolm's face. He always felt privileged that his lover let his shields down when with him. He smiled as puzzlement gave way to understanding, to shock and finally delight. "Are you asking me to marry you," Malcolm asked, his voice warm and husky. "Yes," Jay whispered. "Will you marry me?" "Yes, yes, yes," Malcolm laughed burying his head into Jay's shoulder, letting the older man drop kisses into his hair. "I want it arranged as quickly as possible," Jay murmured. "If that's ok?" "Fine, fine," Malcolm nodded. With a smile he wriggled free of Jay's embrace and straddled his lover, dropping kisses and nips down the strong body. His hand reached to begin fondling Jay's flaccid length which immediately twitched its interest. Malcolm's smile turned feral. He shuffled quickly down Jay's body to sit astride his lover's thighs. "Let's see how quick your recuperative powers are, Major," he purred sultrily. "I want my engagement consummated." Jay groaned as wet heat enveloped his shaft and a talented tongue began its erotic caresses. All else could wait. For now giving Malcolm what he wanted was all that mattered.