Title: The Unknown Author: Adam E-Mail: adam_brittboy@yahoo.co.uk Warnings: Some sexy scenes, relationship between two men, and strong language. Rating: R-Strongish. Pairing: PK Discliamer: Tom, Harry and who ever else mentioned belong to paramount. Summary: An artefact, bad attitude and some happy-thoughts. Authors-Notes: You’ll think many things in this first part I think. But do not take anything for what it is yet. I have not written it <g> Take everything that is mentioned into account before you think….if he’s gonna be like this the whole story I’m not gonna read it. Lets see, anything else? Nope… Hmmm...dedicated to Lana. A good friend.     “Dinner, Harry?” No answer. “Holodeck Harry?” No response. “Bed-Time Harry?” Not even listening. It had now been just two days since Harry had discovered and brought back a mysterious artifact from the planet’s surface. Tom felt miserable Alone, empty and meaningless. He hated how Harry could do this to him, by simply having other interests. But he could, and, *Tom sighed* he was. Sitting down opposite Harry, he looked to see what his lover was doing and was not surprised to see him working on the artefact that had been recovered from the planets surface. Tom studied Harry’s face, which could only be seen, and described as, as 'perfect'. The chiselled cheekbones, looking as though they were dreamed into creation, not born. His obsidian eyes that could pierce into your soul were set off further by his thick, luscious jet-black hair. Then, before he realised he was doing it Tom’s mind drifted away from the silent cold room, of his quarters, to just a week back. When 'said' cold quarters were far from cold. Filled with pent-up lust, passion, desire and love. ---Dream Sequence--- That night Harry had been impatient. Pulling Tom from Sandrines infront of B’Elanna, Chakotay and even the Captain. Boy was this gonna be fun in the morning. But who else knew was wiped from his mind when, as soon as they exited sandrines Harry immediately opened Tom’s mouth and thrust his hot, needing tongue inside. Passion didn’t describe this. It was beyond anything they’d done before. Animalistic was the only thing that come close. Whilst stumbling down the corridoor Harry’s hands grabbed and groped all over Tom’s back, then slid lower, caressing Tom’s firm, smooth arse. Still firmly stuck to Tom’s face, Harry began pulling and ripping at Tom’s uniform desperate to tear it from the flesh he so badly wanted to taste. Neither knew how it happened, but they ended up inside there quarters almost totally naked. Tom stood in front of Harry panting. His lips swollen and cheeks flushed. His pupils were dilated and an obvious hardness stuck out through Tom’s cotton-white briefs. “Harry!” Tom whimpered, standing in front of his lover, desperate for the strong, possessive touch, which he craved and only Harry could satisfy. That one word. His name been spoken through Tom’s still delightfully, bitten into lips, set Harry’s fire into a raging inferno. Harry tore away Tom’s shorts with a vicious flash of movement. Pointing down towards his swollen and angry looking cock, showing what he wanted, and needed. Tom nodded, falling to his knees. He almost bubbled with pleasure as he was finally going down once more on Harry’s sweet cock. Moving back to the head and sucking hard, whilst his hand slowly pulled back and fourth on the rest of the tender flesh which he had been given. “Oh yeah, baby. That’s it Tommmieeeee, you’re soo good. Take everything, it’s yours!” Harry screamed as Tom went down on him fully, almost gagging at the fullness inside of his wet and willing mouth. //Oh no// Tom suddenly thought, his daydream ending quickly. Sitting back on the sofa he came, for the first time all week. His tight briefs soaking as Tom came, and came. “Tom! What the hell are you doing. Christ Tom!” Harry yelled. “You don’t have sex for a few days and you fucking come without even touching yourself?” Tom was embarrassed. Despite his playboy personae he was not confident, and embarrassed easily. So under Harry’s fierce scrutiny his face was ablaze. “I, I-I’m sorry, Har.” Tom tried to reach over and touch Harry. Have some kind of contact so he knew how mad Harry was but Harry leaned back, then stood up walking away from Tom, towards the door. “You disgust me you pervert. Thinking of the little slut, B’Elanna were you, huh Tommy boy? Would she give it to you good? Or maybe it was Chakotay this time. I know you like him. All perfectly smooth, chiselled chest, large dark nipples, huge uncut cock.” Harry paused when he thought Tom blushed further. “Oh yes, Tom. I know you’ve stared at him in the gym. I know you want the big guy.” Harry continued with his verbalisations, watching with glee and anger as Tom once again got aroused. “Oh look at yourself, you disgusting little fuck!” Harry said nothing more, but turned and walked away. Tom didn’t bother to change. He simply slid down into the couch and curled in on himself. Scolding tears pouring from his now puffy, red eyes. To Be Continued...