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Title: A Little Stress Relief
Author: Qzeebrella
Date: April 12, 2004
Archive: Archer's Enterprise, ASCEML, EntSTSlash, Reed's Armoury, 
Sluff, anyone else ask and it shall be granted.
Fandom: Star Trek Enterprise
Disclaimer: The show and its characters are Paramount's, I'm only 
letting them play a bit. No profit is being made.
Category: Slash and Het.
Rating: NC-17
Status: complete
Pairing(s): Archer/Reed; Tucker/Reed; Reed/Sato; Reed/Hayes; 
Reed/Mayweather; T'Pol/Reed; Reed/Kemper/Romero; Phlox/Reed; 
Reed/Cutler; Archer/Reed/Mayweather. I think that's all. 
Main characters: same as above
Summary: Malcolm decides to relieve tension among the crew on a one 
Author's notes: I must say Malcolm has very impressive stamina.
Dedication: to everyone who loves to read Malcolm!Slut! fic.

***

Malcolm had been forced to take a good, long look at what was going 
on around him after his little.disagreement with Major Hayes. The one 
that led to the Captain reprimanding them for the damage they had 
done to each other. He knew that what happened in between him and the 
major was do to unrelieved tension and the knowledge that there would 
be no opportunity any time soon to let some steam out. The thing was 
that Hayes and he weren't even in the running for who was most tense. 
Malcolm remembered all too vividly the time the captain had almost 
suffocated a prisoner in the airlock. Add to that the tension Trip 
was going through due to his sister's death, having memories of the 
time he was Sim, and his interactions with Cole and T'Pol. T'Pol was 
tense due to the area of space, Hoshi for being treated as scenery 
even when translating above and beyond the call of duty, Travis for 
the complexity of flying the ship and on and on.

Malcolm knew he had to find a way to relieve all the stress and 
tension pulling at so many people before it boiled over and they 
killed each other with their bare hands. But what could he do to 
relieve so much stress? What was the most efficient way of relieving 
stress, one that wouldn't leave him as injured as his disagreement 
with Hayes? He suddenly had a brilliant idea. He decided to act on it 
and the most efficient way to do so was to start at the top of the 
chain of command and work his way among those most effected by stress.

**
He found the captain in his dining room, his whole body radiating 
tension. The captain snapped a bit at the intrusion, even grabbed his 
uniform jacket and yanked him close. Malcolm kissed him deeply, 
forcing his tongue in the captain's mouth. "Fuck me!" He told 
him, "Fuck me, sir."

The captain made short work of taking off Malcolm's jump suit and 
shorts, picking him up and lying him on his back on the table. Then 
just unzipping his own pants to release an impressive erection. The 
captain spit on his fingers, using it to stretch him a bit and was 
soon inside him. A slight burning pain giving way to out of control 
desire leapt into Malcolm as the captain thrust time and time again 
into him. Pounding into him and cursing him. Kissing him fiercely, 
holding him by the hips in a way that would leave bruises. That hard, 
long cock pounding into him as he arched his back and 
moaned. "Harder!" And was rewarded by hard, frantic motions, and the 
captain coming hard deep inside him as the universe shimmered inside 
him.

"Thank you Lieutenant." Captain Archer said as he tucked himself back 
into his pants. "Your visit was most informative, you must come see 
me again. Soon."

"Yes sir." He said, "Permission to relieve other crewmembers stress 
in the same manner."

"Do what you need to do Lieutenant, just remember that the captain of 
the ship has precedence."

"Yes sir." Malcolm saluted, smiled and went over his mental list, and 
wondered who was the next person most in need of a little relief from 
tension?

**
He found Commander Tucker bent over a console, bum looking so very 
wonderful from this angle. Luckily the commander was in a secondary 
command center, and no one else was about. Malcolm came up to him, 
letting the commander hear his footsteps. "Commander, I hear that 
both T'Pol and Cole are very upset at you, you've been a bad boy 
again haven't you?"

"Mal." He replied, looking toward him with both grief and guilt 
clouding his eyes, "Do you really have to beat me up about that?"

"Better me punish you for that than let you punish yourself. You just 
aren't doing it properly. I can tell by the way you look, it looks as 
if you haven't slept in days. I can fix that for you." 

"What in the hell?" Trip's eyes blazed in anger at him. "How do you 
get off telling me that? If you're so cocksure about what I need to 
get some decent sleep, why don't you show me?"

"I thought you'd never ask." Malcolm purred and backed the other man 
into a corner, then kissed him. "You've been beating yourself up for 
not being there for your sister, not being good enough or strong 
enough to stay behind with her and protect her. You've been beating 
yourself up for not being good enough or strong enough for the 
Subcommander to respect you or Corporal Cole to put her trust in. 
Well, I'm sick and tired of your pity trip Commander and I am going 
to do something about it." He kissed him again and backed Trip onto a 
handy box like container. 

"Mal, please." Trip kissed him back desperately. "Not now, you 
deserve better."

Malcolm slapped him lightly on one cheek. "That's enough of that. Get 
undressed now." He watched as Trip stared at him while undressing, as 
if trying to figure out just what was going on here. Once Trip was 
nude Malcolm made him turn slowly around so he could examine him with 
his eyes, stroke him slowly with his hands. "You are gorgeous and 
deserve happiness," he saw Trip shake his head, "yes you do and I 
will show you that. Lie down on your stomach across the container."

Trip did without question; looking back at him looking very puzzled 
and aroused. Malcolm massaged that glorious bum, the one that could 
give T'Pol's a run for its money. Then he raised and open hand and 
brought it down on one cheek. "That's for dragging you and I into 
that situation on Risa." Another slap, "for Shuttlepod One", 
slap, "for the space station," another, "for the princess." 

"Don't forget Ahlen and.Charles." Trip gasped with a bit of a teary 
sound to his voice.

"Of course not." A harder slap, "For daring to remind me of what you 
need punishing for." A slap to the thighs, "For Ahlen." Making Trip 
arch up and spread his legs, then a careful slap to the balls, "for 
the cogenitor." Another slap to a bum cheek, "for the dessert 
planet." Another slap, "for not thinking to make showers before our 
stay in the catwalk." Slap, "for Zoh'Kahn", slap, slap, slap, slap, 
slap, "for Elizabeth", each slap had a supposed failing of Trip's 
something Malcolm knew he beat himself up about. When all were 
administered, Trip's bum was a dark red, he'd feel it for several 
days, but Malcolm made sure not to do too much damage. He took lotion 
out of his own pocket. Smoothed it over Trip's bum, cooling it off. 
Then teased the bum hole with one finger, dipping slightly in Trip's 
entrance and hearing his moan and feeling him push back on the 
finger. He slowly stretched Trip, murmuring his praises for the 
commander, telling him all the reasons he had for admiring Trip, and 
making sure he understood just how much he was valued among the crew. 
When he was all stretched, Malcolm undressed completely as fast as he 
could then entered Trip in one stroke.

With each push in he murmured his praise and admiration. With each 
pull out he gave reassurance. He soothed Trip through caressing him 
at his happy sobs and worshipped his body the way it was meant to be. 
They slapped against each other, Trip gasping at the slight pain, but 
joy also in his gasps. Malcolm started pumping Trip's cock in time to 
his thrusts and soon they were both coming. Malcolm lay on Trip's 
back for a moment then withdrew. 

They cuddled for a few minutes and then dressed. "Can we do this 
again sometime, Mal?" 

"Yes, of course Trip." He smiled. "Perhaps at our once a week 
briefing session."

"I'd like that." Trip blushed, "I think I want to talk to T'Pol about 
her and I resuming our neuropressure sessions."

"They do help you sleep and I think she can accept our weekly tryst 
better than seeing you with another woman."

Trip blushed prettily and laughed, "maybe so. See you Wednesday."

"See you." Malcolm said and made his way to the third person most in 
need of a bit of a release of tension.

**

"Hoshi, good to see you. I know this is not the usual time for our 
practice session, but since neither of us were busy right now and 
with no guarantee that'd be the same on Thursday I thought we'd try 
it today." Malcolm smiled at the Ensign and saw her frustration at 
having always to follow orders, never able to give them.

He put her through the paces of the phaser training, making sure to 
point out very minor errors, to go over and correct her stance 
minutely, and other things to get her as irritated as possible at 
him. She finally threw the pistol at his head and he ducked.

"That's just about all I can from you Malcolm, I'm not going to put 
up with it anymore. I'm sick and tired of being ordered around all 
the time and treated like an idiot. I am an expert at my field and I 
want you to treat me with the respect I deserve."

"Your right Hoshi, you do deserve people's respect. And you deserve 
the chance to show everyone just what you can do. Would you like to 
start with me?"

"Oh, I would love to get you where you belong." She growled. 

He smiled, "On my back, naked and wanting, you able to take me or not 
at your leisure?"

She growled again and tackled him, getting him on his back. He 
allowed her to get her at her mercy, let her take off his clothing 
and watched her take off her own. Her hair free from the clip and 
cascading down her back, her eyes raking over him predatorily, and a 
smile full of teeth as she straddled him. She ran her fingers all 
over his body, teasing his nipples, fingernails scratching his 
abdomen, and then scraping lightly against his cock. 

He gasped, awed by how predatory she was, and she smiled at him. "You 
like that, do you? You'd love it if I made love to you, well it isn't 
going to happen." She teased his cock with her fingers, then guided 
it into her wet tightness. "I'm going to use you and discard you." 
She started riding him. "You'll do exactly as I tell you to do. I 
want your hands on my tits now, massaging them."

He followed her orders, observing which movements brought her the 
most pleasure, and doing all he could to please her. She rode him 
slowly, using her internal muscles to great advantage. He held 
tightly to his control, knowing he should only come if she told him 
to. 

"Suck my nipples, use that tongue of yours to an advantage."

He did so, sucking the right first, flicking his tongue over it, 
making it wet, and getting it hard. He switched to sucking the left 
and teasing the right with his hand. Her riding him with controlled 
precise movements, just as precise as she is with language. She kept 
going, riding him hard, and soon came in soft waves, still riding 
him. She rode him to her own climax time and again, finally looking 
at him with a wicked smile. "Come." And he felt his body shake with 
pleasure, waves traveling through him as he came deep inside her.

"You will lay here naked till I leave the room by the main door." She 
told him, disconnecting from him. She stood and went to the bathroom, 
he saw her wash herself languidly. She walked back into the room, her 
stride more certain and confident. She dressed, made herself 
immaculate, and then left the room by the main door. 

He dressed and thought. If he didn't want the tension to escalate 
again, he'd have to choose the next person he relieved tension with 
carefully.

**

He joined Major Hayes in the gym -- they were alone. He locked the 
door behind him. "Ready for another sparring session?"

"Considering the trouble we got into for our last sparring session, 
maybe that's not a good idea, sir." Hayes said, looking all proper 
and military. Causing Malcolm's mouth to water.

"I have a different kind of sparring in mind this time, Major." He 
informed the man. "One involving you and I naked and lube."

"I thought you'd never ask sir."

Malcolm set the lube at one corner of the mat. "Whomever pins the 
other successfully gets to use them in whatever manner they please."

"Sounds good to me, sir." The major said with a smirk, his eyes 
looking Malcolm over. They both undressed and when nude started their 
most recent dance. Trying to fake each other out with hits, striking 
each other occasionally, kicking, and throwing each other to the 
ground. Both battle for dominance, both were making sure not to cause 
too much damage. Going back and forth in a way reminiscent of their 
fight just a week or so ago.

Finally Malcolm pinned the major to the mat near the lube, used it to 
slick the major's erection and lowered himself onto it, as if sitting 
on it. Holding the major's arms as immobile as possible, he fucked 
the major, raising and lowering himself on the hard length. Using his 
flexibility and stamina to an advantage. The major took advantage of 
a slight moment of distraction and rolled them over so he was on top, 
thrusting into him hard. The major's hands on his hips as Malcolm 
wrapped his legs around his waist. He twisted, he arched his back, 
and he writhed underneath the major and yet was unable to regain the 
upper hand. The major smirked and thrust deep and hard and suddenly 
Malcolm was able to roll them again so he was on top.

He raised and lowered himself on the long length, hard and fast. 
Making the major moan underneath him. He kept the advantage this 
time, taking the major just the way he wanted to, stroking his own 
cock while riding him. The major driven so much by desire he didn't 
even attempt to get him underneath him again. 

He just lay back and watched Malcolm ride him hard, victorious smile 
on his face, muscles flowing as he rode, and sweat glistening all 
over the lean body. The major came hard within the man above him, 
watched him as he slammed down on his cock for the last time, then 
bend to bite and suck at his neck, coming hard in between them, 
Malcolm's seed spreading between and over them.

They lay just long enough to catch their breaths and Malcolm looked 
at him. "Any regrets?"

"Only that you didn't have this idea sooner." Hayes said, "All of our 
private training sessions should be like this."

"They will be, three times a week like the other training sessions."

"Sounds good." Hayes said, getting up. "I have an appointment with my 
MACO's for strip poker, see you on Friday."

"You will." Malcolm watched as Hayes left the room, leaving the gym 
door unlocked and went into the shower.

There were still others who needed their tensioned relieved. He could 
handle one more today then start anew tomorrow. He went to the 
shower, carrying his clothes, washed off and considered whom next to 
help.

**

He found Travis in Shuttlepod One, going over its systems, making 
sure everything was working the way it should. "Hello Ensign."

"Malcolm." Travis almost smiled at him. Malcolm knew that his friend 
didn't smile as often or as easily as before. Mostly because he felt 
he had to be silent, quiet a lot of the time. He knew Travis missed 
being able to talk as much as he wanted to and he was going to give 
him the opportunity.

He went to his long time friend who was seated in the pilot chair. He 
straddled his legs and kissed him while gently caressing those 
muscles of his. "I want you, I want to hear your voice as you take me 
over the pilot console. Please Travis."

Travis swallowed, looked in his eyes, likely wondering if he was 
serious and seeing that he was kissed him. "Okay, but you have to 
promise that we'll still be friends. Go to movies together, have 
lunch together, that sort of thing."

"Of course, I miss having that with you Travis. I can't promise you 
exclusivity though." 

"I know." Travis said, tracing his features with one hand. "It's 
okay, I get off on the idea of you with others." Travis and he 
undressed each other, taking time to explore each other. Travis was 
driving him wild with those fingers of his. Then bending him over the 
console. Travis slid one finger into him, "I know I'm not the first 
man you've been with in your life. Heck, I'm not even the first man 
you've been with today. It's not as if I don't know what you've been 
up to today Malcolm. Christ, you with the captain, Trip, Hoshi and 
then Hayes, but now I'm with you. And I'll make sure you know it's me 
taking you. I'll be the last person to have you at night, the only 
one besides the captain to share your bed at night -- that is if the 
captain ever decides to have you there. You'll know that it's my 
voice you will want to hear when injured, to know you'll be okay 
again. It'll be my voice to guide you now, and my voice will 
hopefully be the last you hear in life when you are old and grey. 
Understood."

"Yes, Travis, I understand." I gasp as he withdraws his one finger, 
moaning in disappointment, but not for long. His cock at my entrance 
already, he thrusts inside hard. 

"You don't need lube after all the fucking you've done today. You 
don't need soft touches and soft words after making love with Trip." 
Travis says as he thrusts inside me. "You only need to know who you 
belong with."

He sits on his pilot's chair, my back to his chest, using my cock 
like a joystick all firm movement and precise strokes. "You belong to 
this crew, you're ours. Ours to fuck and be fucked by, ours to use, 
ours to cherish, and ours to have and hold." 

He moves in small increments in me, his control in this as good as 
his control at helm. Each movement brushing my prostate, I moan. 

"Yes, let's here that moan pretty boy." He whispers in my ear. "You 
try to act all cool and collected. As if nothing can touch you, as if 
you are always in control, but we both know better."

He sucks at my neck, marking me and I purr without meaning too. "We 
both know you are touched by each word we said, each of our actions 
marking you, and each loss to the crew scarring you. We both know you 
need to be touched and held. You need to be kissed and sucked and 
fucked time and again as I'm fucking you now." One long pull out and 
a hard push in as he continues his words. Going back to small 
movements in and out, precise movement of his hand on my cock. "You 
need to listen now Malcolm."

"You are a good and valued friend to us." Small thrust, kisses, and 
slow stroke of the maddening hand.

"You are an excellent officer." Another thrust and where is that 
mewing sound coming from?

"You are the best armory officer." Thrust and Malcolm knew that he 
was the one making the desperate, keening sounds.

"You are a decent and honorable man." Another long pull out and a 
hard push in followed by the tiny, frustrating pushes in and hand 
stroking his cock, other hand all over his body. Travis continued 
thrusting in and out, each time finding something new to praise. His 
lean, muscular body, then his eyes, then his accent to the way he ate 
pineapple. Followed by his hands, his hair, his dedication to the 
crew, and each new praise followed by a thrust. The list went on and 
on, it seemed as if Travis had been inside him forever when he 
said, "You are my friend, my love, my slut. You will be with me till 
the day we die and I will know that you take others. You will fuck 
them, be fucked by them, even love them and be loved by them. But at 
the end of the day, at the end of your life, you will know you always 
belonged to me." Hard thrust in, with one hand tickling his cock, the 
other tweaking a nipple as he came all over the piloting console and 
felt Travis come at the same time. He sat in Travis' lap shuddering 
in the aftermath, whimpering, for he knew that Travis had spoke the 
truth.

Once they had gained their breaths they cleaned up the console 
together, dressed and Malcolm joined Travis in his bed. Knowing that 
the next day he'd go out among the crew again, Malcolm going to those 
most in need to relieve them of stress, but always returning to 
Travis.

**

The next morning he contemplated the list of people he knew needed a 
little relief and went to the first person on his list.

"Subcommander." He greeted her in her office.

"Lieutenant." She nodded.

"I have noticed that with each day of our travel in the Expanse that 
you have gotten increasingly tense. And that the one night with 
Commander Tucker helped you. I know that you and he do not intend to 
do that again, but if you think I could assist you in the same way, I 
would be willing to."

She raised an eyebrow at me. "Lieutenant, I considered what I did 
with the commander an experiment in human sexuality. If I take you up 
on your offer, you will have to understand that I can not develop 
feeling for you. I shall see you only as a convenience."

"I am willing to be that for you Subcommander."

She looked into my eyes and nodded. "As you wish then Lieutenant. I 
would prefer you remained clothed at this time. I shall undress." She 
does so, peeling the cat suit she wears off, leaving herself naked. 
Looking at me with no emotion, no embarrassment, and no change in her 
features or her eyes. She sits on her chair, spreads her legs, and 
places one hand on each thigh. "You will kneel in front of me, you 
may hold my thighs with your hands, and you will bring me to 
satisfaction using only your mouth. Understood?"

"Yes, Subcommander." He said, dropping to his knees, using his hands 
on her thighs to brace himself and starting to lap lazily, like a 
cat. Slowly licking, teasing the clit with his tongue as she grew 
moist from her own juices. She tasted slightly tangy and a bit 
exotic. He started sucking at her clit and heard her breath speed up. 
As he alternated licking and sucking her breathing grew more erratic, 
but she made no noise of pleasure. He didn't expect her to though. He 
made appreciative noises as he continued his work, taking his time, 
finally driving her to satisfaction, licking and sucking so she found 
satisfaction several times. Then licking her clean, licking her 
juices off his face when he was finished.

"Anything else, Subcommander?" He asked.

"Not at this time, however I expect you to report to me once a week 
to assist me in finding satisfaction."

"Understood, I'll see you at the same time a week from now, barring 
either of us being needed elsewhere. And if either of our duties 
prevent us from meeting at this time, I shall see you as soon as I 
can after. Making an appointment in advance."

"Very efficient Lieutenant." She said, getting off of the chair, 
picking up her clothing and getting the suit on her again. "You may 
leave."

He does and at lunch seeks out the next person in need of my 
assistance.

**

He finds him talking with Kemper, both looking at him, bodies 
radiating tension. "Romero, Kemper, follow me to my office."

They follow him, looking worried. "Gentlemen, you two seem to be in 
need of a little relief. As I am, I figure that the three of us can 
help each other. I'd love to suck one of you and be fucked by the 
other, or perhaps have an old-fashioned circle jerk. Your choice 
gentlemen."

They look at each other as if wondering if they are trapped in a 
dream or an alternate reality. Then look at me with disbelief. "I 
mean it." He says.

They look at each other and shrug. Romero is the first to speak, "I'd 
love to fuck you Lieutenant."

Kemper looks at him, then me. "It's been ages since someone blew me 
and you've got a nice mouth."

"Then lets all get undressed." Malcolm says as he quickly sheds his 
clothes. Romero and Kemper looking at each other and shrugging again. 
They both get naked as quickly as possible; Malcolm hands Romero a 
container of lube and sees him grin.

Romero stretches Malcolm quickly as Kemper kisses him before kneeling 
in front of him. When ready Romero says, "Okay, prepare for 
incursions sir."

Kemper snickers and Malcolm takes his cock and deep throats it 
causing Kemper to gasp. Romero enters him slowly. Malcolm starts 
timing his sucking to Romero's thrusts. Using his tongue on Kemper's 
cock, pushing back on Romero's hardness with each thrust.

Romero thrust into Malcolm fast and hard, Malcolm sucked on Kemper 
desperately. They were going at each other fast and dirty. Malcolm 
coming with a muffled scream, then tasting Kemper as he came, feeling 
Romero come at the same time Kemper did. Licking Kemper clean then 
feeling Romero withdraw from him and seeing him go to Kemper and kiss 
him. "From now on, I want to do this with you alone. It was wonderful 
to have Lieutenant Reed with you, but from now on I want you to 
myself."

"I'd like that." Kemper agreed, kissing Romero back. Malcolm saw as 
they started caressing each other, smiled, dressed and left to go to 
the next person in need.

**
"Doctor?" Malcolm looked around sickbay and then entered Phlox's 
office.

"Ah, Lieutenant. I was hoping you would find your way to me soon. 
I've been able to watch some of your activity since I have access to 
the security monitors on board. And I have something planned for 
you.""

Malcolm nodded in acknowledgement, having known the doctor had access 
to the security cameras, and having likely seen him in the last 
couple of days. "What are your plans for me doctor?"

"Putting you through your paces in a private examining room, with you 
on a biobed to monitor your reactions and your bodies biochemistry."

"Ah, studying me then and how sex stresses the male human's body. 
Where is this exam room of yours?" Malcolm asks.

Phlox shows it to him, gets him to undress and get on the biobed, 
setting it to scan only Malcolm's bioreadings. He undresses himself, 
runs his hands over his own body, glad he had shed that weight he had 
put on for the once in a life time, longer than normal, hibernation.

"You look very nice now that you a bit more muscular and lean." 
Malcolm tells the preening Phlox and sees that wide smile.

"Thank you Lieutenant. Now I'll concentrate on your back first, so if 
you'd turn over on your stomach, and hips on the cushion provided so 
I have better access to your body, we'll begin."

"Of course doctor." He places himself in the position the doctor 
prescribed and smiles. He knows Phlox can be very inventive and is 
looking forward to this.

"First I will see what areas of your body are sensitive to touch and 
what kinds of touch they are most sensitive to." Malcolm feels 
Phlox's hands at his shoulders and neck, first firmly like a massage, 
then feather light, and the fingers tormenting and teasing him. 
Malcolm feels Phlox examine his arms, his back, and his bum, briefly 
teasing his anus with a finger before moving on to his legs. "Now, 
now, we mustn't rush this experiment." Phlox says at his moan of 
disappointment when the finger moves away from his asshole.

Phlox's hands move to his thighs, touching him, then the fingers 
tickle the backside of his knees making Malcolm gasp in 
surprise. "Interesting." Phlox murmurs. "You have very sensitive skin 
everywhere, Lieutenant. Since you first got on the biobed your pulse 
and respiration have increased. You seem to be perspiring more, your 
pheromones have increased." Malcolm hears Phlox inhale deeply. "Such 
appealing pheromones too. All classical signs of arousal. That 
combined by your impressive erection, your pupil dilation and your 
general impression of hedonism make you extraordinarily appealing." 

Those hands continue down his legs, then to his feet, paying 
particular attention to them. Stroking them, massaging them, then 
licking them. "Your taste is good too, or at least your skin tastes 
good." Phlox starts licking up his body, tongue taking huge swipes 
then twisting around itself, driving Malcolm wild. Up and down along 
his legs, getting so close to wear Malcolm wants him, but seems to 
take forever. 

"Please doctor, need your tongue in me or on my cock."

"Ah, of course, your readings are spiking. It seems as if your sexual 
desire has built to the point where it must be satisfied." That long 
tongue finally flickered over his asshole, not entering it, just 
rimming him as he gasped and rubbed himself against the cushion. 
Phlox's hands go to his hips to stop the movement. "There will be 
none of that Lieutenant." Malcolm heard him say before going back to 
torment him by licking all around and over the asshole. He whimpered 
and then felt the tongue start to enter him, going deeper and deeper. 
That wonderful, flexible tongue, all eight inches of it entering it. 
The tip flickering over his prostate as the rest undulates within 
him. Malcolm gasped as the tongue fucked him, getting closer and 
closer to the edge. About to come when Phlox stops, withdraws, flips 
him over onto his back and wraps his tongue around his cock. So tight 
along the base that it stopped the orgasm. Phlox slowly starts 
pumping his cock with his tongue twirled in a circle around it. Up 
and down slowly, then taking Malcolm in his mouth, tongue undulating 
around his cock. Malcolm comes hard as Phlox swallows again and 
again, sucking him dry. Then releasing his spent cock.

"Thank you Lieutenant. You have given me a lot of data to consider as 
well as a biological sample. I will review the data at my leisure. 
I'd like to see you in here once a week on Sunday's for further 
study."

"Of course doctor, it will be my pleasure." Malcolm says, dressing to 
leave.

"I would appreciate it if you paid Ensign Cutler a visit Lieutenant, 
she has seemed depressed lately."

"I'll head over there now, Doctor. See you on Sunday."

**
Malcolm found Ensign Cutler in the observation lounge, looking out at 
the stars. "Elizabeth?"

"Hi Malcolm, you know I've told you to call me Liz."

"Well Liz, I think you should know that the doctor is worried about 
you."

"I know, it's just." He hears her sigh. "Well, I had hopes that Phlox 
would at least consider a long term affair with me. You know, as long 
as we serve together and none of his wives are on board, I'm there 
for him type thing. But he seems to think of me as an innocent. Not 
knowing what I want."

"Well you and I can change that." Malcolm goes to lock the door, 
makes sure the camera is on and the images to be seen by Phlox. "I've 
made sure that Phlox can see what happens in here between you and I. 
If you and I give a good show, he'll have to see that you are not as 
pure and innocent as he believes."

"You're right." Liz walks over to him and kisses him, undressing him 
slowly, exploring his body with a slightly wicked smile. "And even if 
you aren't, you are gorgeous and I'll love making love to you."

They undress each other, Liz backing up, dragging Malcolm with her. 
She lies back on the couch, kisses him hungrily, her tongue exploring 
his mouth. She wraps her legs around him, arches up to rub her wet 
crotch against his cock. Rakes his back with her nails. "Take me." 
She gasps.

Malcolm enters her slowly, taking his time. He nuzzles her neck with 
light bites and licks then kisses his way to her breasts. Kissing and 
licking the skin on the right one, getting closer and closer to her 
nipple before sucking on it. Using his hand to play with the other 
while he takes her.

She moves slowly under him, wanting to take her time, and make this 
last. Gasping at his tongue against her skin, over her nipple, his 
hands seemingly everywhere. She wraps her legs around his back, 
arching up into him, controlling the pace, and stroking his soft 
skin. They murmur to each other, each touch tender, each kiss 
languid, movements slow. She comes gently in waves, one after 
another, gasping softly. Feeling him come inside her, withdrawing 
when done. Then moving down her body with kisses, going in between 
her legs, licking and sucking at her. Tongue inside her then over her 
clit. She gasps and cries, coming again as he licks her, this time 
hard and fast waves crashing over her, one after another. Till he 
gentles his licks. Laps up the last of her juices and kisses her, 
sharing her taste with him.

"Thank you Malcolm." Stretching as she smiles. "I'm glad I was able 
to be with you even for only the once. My heart is with another, so I 
won't be able to be with you again."

"I understand and I have the feeling Phlox sees you differently now." 
Points to the door, which Phlox opened with his medical code.

"Indeed I do, you will be with only me for the rest of our journey 
together. And perhaps a woman or two if I am allowed to watch."

Liz smiles at Phlox; "I'd like that Phlox. And other than your wives, 
the only person I want you with is Malcolm. As long as I can watch 
you two."

"That's all right with me, my dear. Lieutenant is that okay with 
you?" Phlox asks.

"Yes, I'll see you two on Sunday." He dresses, leaves the room, thus 
leaving Phlox to explain to Liz about Sunday's.

**

Malcolm goes to find Travis, smiling all the while. Looking forward 
to their time together. He catches up to Travis in the hallway and is 
greeted by a wide smile. The corridor seeming to be empty, Malcolm 
places his hands on either side of Travis' face and kisses him.

"Lieutenant, Ensign, I want to see the two of you in my quarters 
immediately." The captain says, appearing out of nowhere, Porthos at 
his heels.

"Yes, Captain." They reply in unison. Malcolm very worried, for 
though the captain gave him permission to help the crew out with 
their tension, he didn't include permission to start a relationship. 
And the agreement he had with Travis fell under Malcolm's definition 
of a long term, committed, yet open relationship.

They followed the captain into his quarters, stood at attention while 
he fed Porthos and then walked toward them. He stopped just in front 
of them. "I know what Malcolm has been up to, I've watched his every 
move. I know of your two's agreement to sleep with each other at 
night." The captain held up a hand to prevent Malcolm from 
speaking. "Let me finish. I won't stop that, I think that will be 
good for both of you. I just want to modify it."

"I want to have you both in my bed three or four times a week. Both 
sleeping with me the whole night, the rest of the nights you may have 
alone, if you two stay with me anytime I say so."

Travis looked at the captain and then grinned at Malcolm. "Sounds 
good to me, how about you Malcolm?"

"I'd really like that, sir." Malcolm says to Jon then smiles at 
Travis.

"I'd like to make a few ground rules." The captain tells 
them. "First, I'll let you both know in the morning whether I want 
you two to report to my quarters that night, so check your computers 
every morning. Second, Travis, you may call me Jon, captain, or sir 
within my quarters only, but may call Malcolm whatever you wish to 
call him. Third, Malcolm, you will call me captain or sir at all 
times, even in here, only if I give you permission will you call me 
Jon and that permission will last only till the next morning. Fourth, 
you two may penetrate each other, but never me. Fifth, we do only 
what we all enjoy. Travis if we come across something you do not want 
to do, say "kangaroo". Malcolm, if we come across something you do 
not want to do, as unlikely as that is, say "Trafalgar". And if we 
come across anything I do not want to do, I will say, Stanford. Do 
you two agree to all these terms?"

"Yes, sir." They say in unison.

Jon smiles at them. "Good, now lets all get naked." They take off 
their clothes, checking each other out, and soon Jon gestures to 
Travis and Malcolm to get on the bed. He arranges so that they are in 
position for a sixty-nine, then stretches Malcolm with lube. "Suck 
each other." He orders and watches as they comply, taking his time 
preparing Malcolm. He enters Malcolm slowly, watching as Travis and 
Malcolm suck each other. Travis uses those hands of his, one on 
Malcolm, the other on him. He slowly pumps into Malcolm, who in spite 
of his recent activity, is still a tight ass. Thrusting into the 
tight heat, relishing his moans and Travis' gasps. Enjoying the 
contrast of Malcolm's creamy white skin and Travis' dark chocolate.

Timing his thrusts so that it's like he's fucking Travis' mouth 
through Malcolm. Gently and slowly, sucking at Malcolm's neck as he 
deep throats Travis' dark cock. Feeling Malcolm's ass tighten around 
him like a vice as he comes, riding it out, keeping his thrusting 
goin as Travis releases Malcolm's cock and kisses his thighs while 
stroking Jon's legs as much as possible. Jon kept thrusting into 
Malcolm, hearing Travis, "Jon, so strong." Feeling Travis' fingers at 
his anus, teasing the entrance but not going in. Jon tenses up at the 
same moment Travis does and they both come screaming Malcolm's name.

Jon watches as Malcolm licks Travis clean and Travis turn so all 
three are lying in the same direction. He smiles and kisses both of 
them, Malcolm, then Travis. He arranges them so that he has one on 
either side of him, Malcolm on the right, Travis the left. Then he 
turns off the light.

"This was wonderful. Thank you Travis, Malcolm."

"Your welcome, Jon." Travis says.

"Your welcome, sir." Malcolm kisses him as they fall asleep. Jon's 
last thought is that he's very grateful Malcolm finally let his inner 
slut out.

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