Title: Resistance is Futile
By: wojo62
Rated: NC-17
Summary: Greg thinks he's irresistible, Nick intends to prove him wrong.
Disclaimer: Not mine, wish they were (because they'd have a lot more fun!) Beta'd with much appreciation by ItGlitters
Author's note: For those unfamiliar, Star Trek: Voyager is one of most popular series from the Star Trek franchise, in which a starship was catapulted to the other side of the galaxy, known as the Delta quadrant, and it would take them decades to to return to earth. The character Seven-of-Nine was assimilated as a child by an alien race known as The Borg (thus, the reason for her unusual name). The Voyager crew liberated her and returned her to human form.

A rare day off together began in front on the television, with both men diving for the remote. Nick grabbed it first and held it out and away from Greg, laughingly pushing Greg away as he continued fighting for it.

"Hey, I got it first," Nick laughed triumphantly.

"You always do!" Greg protested, "Please Nick, not Animal planet again," he begged.

"Alright, relax G. I'll find something we both want to watch," Nick assured him as he began surfing through channels.

Greg relented and tried to find a comfortable position next to Nick as he settled on SpikeTV which was playing an old episode of Star Trek: Voyager. Greg made himself comfortable with his feet crossed and resting on the coffee table, his fingers laced together on his stomach. Nick put his arm around him and relaxed to watch the show. After about ten minuets into the episode, the character Seven-of-Nine appeared on screen. She wore a skintight body suit, which accentuated her figure and left nothing to the imagination.

Greg let out a catcall whistle, slight slapped Nick's arm and proclaimed, "Damn, Seven-of-nine sure is hot!"

"If you say so," Nick said, feeling a twinge of jealousy as he glanced over at his boyfriend.

"She is Borg. Nick, I can't resist her." Greg laughed and gave Nick a naughty smile.

"Well, I can," Nick surmised, he removed his arm from around Greg and picked at some imaginary lint on his jeans.

"That's because you don't appreciate the female form, like I do," Greg pointed out, poking Nick in the chest with his finger.

"I appreciate your form," Nick purred, rubbing his hand along Greg's thigh.

"You know, I'm just like the Borg, Nicky," Greg reasoned, and shifted position so his feet were now on the floor, his body turned towards Nick.

"Why, because you've assimilated billions of species?" Nick laughed teasingly at Greg.

"No, dummy!"Greg rolled his eyes." Because you can't resist me. I am Greg, resistance is futile," Greg said imitating. "We are Borg, resistance is futile. You will be assimilated."

"I can resist you G, I just don't want to," Nick insisted.

"Yeah, right," Greg said moving to straddle Nick's lap. "You couldn't resist me even if you did want to." Greg's hands slipped beneath Nick's shirt and his lips traveled to Nick's neck, kissing him.

Nick decided to teach Greg a lesson and prove him wrong. "Oh yeah, we'll just see about that," Nick said taking Greg's hands and pulling them out from under his shirt. Then he attempted to push Greg away.

"Just you wait." Greg shook a finger in Nick's face. "I'll make you want me." He trailed his fingers along Nick's jaw line. Nick just looked at him and smiled.

"I'm trying to watch this Greg," Nick said, craning his neck around the other man, in an effort to see the television.

"You can't resist me," Greg insisted, then he took Nick's face in his hands and brushed his lips against his boyfriends.

At first Nick responded to the kiss, allowing it to deepen for a moment, but then he quickly grabbed Greg by the waist and pushed him back to his side of the sofa, taking Greg by surprise. "Oh yes I can," Nick remained firm and resumed watching television, crossing his arms in front of him.

Greg was not one to give up so easily and he was determined to prove Nick wrong. He figured sooner or later he would get Nick to give in, after all he knew how to push Nick's buttons, how to turn him on.

"Don't be so sure of that, Nicky." Greg chuckled and moved closer and once again found his way to Nick's neck, and then up to where he commenced nibbling on Nick's ear, a place he knew drove the older man crazy. Nick involuntarily shivered, but he fought the feeling and gently shoved Greg away again.

"Stop that! It won't work," Nick said smugly. "Told you I could resist."

"Not for long," Greg sighed and he placed his hand on Nick's thigh and moved upwards, palming Nick's cock through the fabric of his jeans. Nick grew hard beneath his touch, sucked in a breath and Greg was sure he had won.

"You're getting hard Nicky, I know you want me," Greg whispered in his ear.

Greg was right, but Nick unwilling to give in just yet. He took a deep breath and regained his control, then grabbed Greg's hand and removed it from his lap.

"You think it's that easy, G?" Nick smirked, "Don't think so." Nick returned his attention to the television, doing his best to reject Greg's advances.

Greg laid back against the opposite arm rest and blew out a slow breath, he stared at Nick for a moment, then smiled slyly.

"It's hot in here, don'tcha think, Nicky?" Greg asked.

"No, I don't feel hot at all." Nick answered with a crooked grin.

Greg removed his shirt and dropped it to the floor, then he ran his hand over the front of his own jeans and moaned, Nick turned to look at Greg, who was caressing the obvious bulge showing through the well worn denim

"I'm so hard Nicky," Greg groaned with pleasure as he caressed himself. "Wanna see?"

Nick swallowed hard, bit his bottom lip and quickly tore his eyes away, then squeezed them shut at the sound of Greg's zipper being lowered. Feeling Greg's weight shift beside him, Nick's curiosity got the better of him and he opened his eyes just in time to witness Greg lower his jeans and kick them to the floor. Greg had gone commando. Greg planted his feet on the sofa in front of him and spread his knees to provide Nick with a nice view. Nick had to stifle a moan; Greg was naked, and hard right next to him.

Nick's palms began to sweat, and his own jeans became uncomfortably tight. He didn't want to give in and let Greg win but his control was slipping away. He watched Greg's face flush and Greg's eyes grew dark as coal while he slid his hand up and down the length of his rock hard erection. Just the sound of Greg's heavy breathing, and Nick's own breathing quickened, sweat broke out on this forehead and his heart pounded in his chest.

Greg swept his fingers over the head of his cock, removing some of the pre-cum that collected there, then he lifted his fingers to his mouth and sucked them inside, hollowing his cheeks while he sucked on them. He withdrew the fingers with an audible slurp and lowered them to his opening. They disappeared inside his body as he let out a deep throaty moan. Nick's breath caught in his throat.

"Ohhhh," Greg cried out. "Feels... so good, but you ... inside me...would feel...so much better."

Nick gripped the back of the sofa, all his resistance vanished, he was no longer interested in continuing this game, he wanted Greg and he wanted him now. Greg looked up at him through his lashes and smiled.

"Come on...Nicky." Greg was panting hard. "You... wanna fuck me... don't you?"

"You know I do!" Nick growled, and stood up and removed his shirt and tossed it across the room.

Nick practically tore his pants open trying to remove them. As soon as the fly was open, he shoved them down and off and then lunged at Greg. Nick's lips met Greg's. The kissed was hard, demanding, possessive, and Greg sucked Nick's tongue into his eager mouth. They kissed until they were both breathless. Nick pulled back and seized Greg's wrist and wrenched his fingers out of his body, he then pushed Greg's knees forward and positioned himself to take their place.

"You fucking tease," Nick grunted, his accent think. He stared into Greg's eyes, but Greg simply gave him a knowing smile in return.

Nick reached under the couch for a of bottle lube he remembered was there and quickly slicked himself up, then entered Greg with one hard, deep thrust. Greg cried out with pleasure.

"Do it, Nicky..." Greg pleaded, "Fuck me... hard!"

"You asked... for it," Nick sighed and began to move, burying his face in Greg's neck as he buried his cock into Greg's body. Greg gasped at the sudden fullness and burning but he didn't care, Nick was inside him and that's all that mattered. Nick was far beyond any self-control and slammed into Greg like a jackhammer, over and over again, grunting with every thrust.

"Fuck yes! That's it... baby... like that!" Greg begged, while Nick raked his prostate with every stroke.

Greg wrapped his legs around Nick's waist and fisted himself furiously as Nick continued to pound into him. Greg arched his hips upward to meet Nick's rhythm, seating Nick deeper into his writhing body. Breathy moans filled the room and their heated, sweat soaked bodies moved together as their lust took over, both unable to hold back. It would be over soon, but neither cared, they ached for their release. Greg grasped at Nick's ass with his free hand, holding it as his pleasure mounted.

"Oh fuck... Nicky... yes! Yes!" Greg cried out, he felt like he might explode.

"Greg... oh Greg... oh fuck... Greg," Nick babbled, and bit into Greg's shoulder as his orgasm swept over him. He shuddered and came hard, pumping his juices deep inside his lover. Greg's release hit at the same instant, spilling his warm seed between them as he dug his nails into the tender flesh of Nick's ass, leaving crescent shaped indentations that were sure to become bruises later.

Nick slumped against Greg, and Greg's leg's fell away from Nick's waist. They lay there against one another, still breathing heavily from their intense orgasms. Nick could have stayed like that, just lying in Greg's arms but, as they came down from their high, he began to feel uncomfortably hot and sticky.

"I could use a shower, how bout you, babe?" Nick asked, pulling away from Greg.

"Yeah," Greg answered, "Sounds good."

* * *

With their hair shampooed and Nick squeaky clean, they stood together under the soothing spray of the shower, Nick behind Greg with sponge in hand, moving over Greg's back. Greg chuckled softly to himself.

"What so funny, G?" Nick asked, moving aside so the spray rinsed Greg's back.

"I was just remembering how hard you fought to resist me." Greg smirked. "Told you couldn't do it." Greg turned around so Nick could continue washing him, taking his time to caress and soothe him.

"You cheated," Nick said with a frown, returning the sponge to it's place on the shower rack.

"I didn't cheat, there were no rules," Greg said, as he finished rinsing the soap from his body.

"Yeah, well, you still didn't play fair," Nick said defensively, as he pulled Greg close, his arms snaked around the younger man's waist.

"All's fair in love and war, Nicky." Greg sighed and laid his hands on Nick's shoulders.

"Whatever, let's get out of here and take a nap," Nick suggested, yawning.

"Did I wear you out, Nicky?" Greg laughed, but he too felt the effects of their encounter.

"You always do," Nick whispered into Greg's ear, then kissed his neck. "But I wouldn't have it any other way."

Greg closed the distance between them for a quick, tender kiss.

"I love you," Greg said, his forehead against the other man's.

"I love you, too." Nick replied, reaching to turn off the shower.

The End