Title: Regression
By: nancy
Pairing: Tucker/Reed
Fandom: Star Trek Enterprise
Rating: NC17
Summary: Malcolm's animal nature shows up after his regression. Total PWP.

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Trip hurried down the hall, calling out, "Malcolm! Hold up!"

Malcolm glanced back at his friend, pausing until the lanky engineer caught up, then started walking again. His nose twitched, scenting something that he never had before, unable to identify what it could be. The regression was almost completely reversed, thank God, save for his features not quite being all the way back, and the stomach problems. Phlox's quasi-facetious grub suggestion wasn't helping any, either.

"So? You all right now?" Trip asked, nudging his shoulder.

Snapping out of the fog, Malcolm nodded. "Fine, thanks."

Trip smirked. "And yet still mostly pre-verbal."

Eyes rolling, Malcolm retorted, "Very funny, Trip."

"It speaks!"

"Smartass."

"Who, me?"

"Yes, you!"

Trip started talking, even more animated than usual, but Malcolm was distracted again by that smell. The longer he was with Trip, the stronger it got. He leaned closer to his friend and sniffed.

"What? I took a shower just a little while ago," Trip informed him, defensive.

Flushing, Malcolm replied, "Sorry. Just...there's something."

Trip shrugged, giving him an odd look, and started talking and walking again. Malcolm breathed in the rich, heady scent that was starting his groin tingling. He tried to push down the feelings that were washing through him, but it was as though he suddenly knew that Trip wanted him, maybe more. As if he had some kind of connection right into the other man.

His mind flashed back to the planet where the Captain had been quite intent on mating with T'Pol and the way he'd been smelling her. That's when it clicked. He was actually smelling Trip's pheremones and they were telling Malcolm that his friend was far more than just happy to see him. He hadn't realized it right away because he was almost all the way back to human.

Glancing ahead, Malcolm saw no one in front and a strategic point of shelter not to far away. As they approached the storage closet, Malcolm glanced behind to see no one there, either. "Oh, Trip?"

Trip paused, looking at him. "What?"

"There's something I need you to see."

"What's that?"

"It's in there."

"The storage room?"

"Utility closet actually."

"Right, whatever. In there?"

"Yes."

Frowning, Trip eyed him a moment longer then shrugged and unlocked the door, going in front of Malcolm.

Perfect.

Malcolm entered the room and discreetly locked the door.

"Well?"

Without a word, Malcolm pushed Trip against an empty storage cart and pinned him there, breathing in that incredible scent that was driving him crazy.

"Malcolm? What the hell are you doing?" Trip demanded, struggling against him.

Malcolm grinned, feeling the smell of arousal grow thick on the other man. "I should think that would be obvious, Trip."

Swallowing heavily, Trip said, "Uh, you're still not yourself, so we can just chalk this up to..."

Seizing Trip's mouth in a kiss, Malcolm pushed his leg between Trip's and rubbed his groin hard against the other man's. Trip moaned in response, mouth opening and falling limp against the wall, his hands gripping Malcolm's uniform. Humming happily into the other man's mouth, Malcolm pushed his tongue inside and licked along the roof of Trip's mouth, causing Trip to shudder.

He deepened the kiss, pressing his advantage by gripping Trip's ass in his hands and squeezing. Trip responded by pushing himself up on the counter and wrapping his legs around Malcolm's hips as though to keep him there. Chuckling breathlessly, he pulled back and muttered, "Not going anywhere, Trip."

Trip grinned at him and wrapped his hand in Malcolm's uniform with, "Not chancing it, Malcolm. Get back here and kiss me."

Only too happy to oblige the tugging on his top, Malcolm leaned in and returned to exploring the other man's mouth. He grabbed Trip's jacket and yanked without thinking, ignoring the tearing of fabric as he pushed it off the other man. His hands fumbled along the shirt that clung far too tightly and he grumbled into Trip's mouth before pulling back with, "Get undressed before I tear off all the damn things!"

Looking up at him hotly, Trip answered, "And this is bad, how?"

Malcolm growled, taking his mouth in a short, hard kiss before ordering, "Do it!"

They broke apart and even though it was only a minute or so before they were down to skivvies, Malcolm was aching and hard by the time he had Trip back in his arms. He couldn't take the time to look at Trip as he should, Malcolm needed the other man too much. He spun Trip in place and pushed him against the wall, humping hard against the other man's ass and gripping Trip's cock in both hands through the fabric.

Trip moaned, sagging heavy against the wall. "Fuck me!"

"I plan to," Malcolm muttered biting Trip's shoulder hard enough to provoke a hiss. "And next time, I'm going to make you beg a lot longer for it."

Shuddering and panting at the announcement, Trip's legs spread and his ass pushed back against Malcolm forcefully. Snickering to himself breathlessly, Malcolm muttered, "Should've known you'd be a bossy bottom."

"Fuckin' asshole! Just do me!" Trip snarled.

Malcolm squeezed Trip's cock almost painfully in warning. "You don't give the orders, Trip, not here."

Then he swiftly pulled down the skin-tight blue underwear and, while he was down there, buried his face in Trip's ass. Licking a swath up the crack had Trip moaning even louder, and when Malcolm probed the hole with his tongue, Trip pushed back eagerly.

"Yeah, that's it, eat me out, Malcolm, do me!"

The words were low and guttural and sent a shudder of his own through Malcolm. He pushed a finger inside the tight hole and grinned, feral, as he felt just how tight it was. Trip might have done this before, but not for a really long time. Of course, the downside to that was that he'd have to spend more time than he wanted getting the other man ready. Well, like that was a hardship?

Between fingers and tongue, Malcolm had Trip loose and eager, though it did indeed take longer than he wanted. When his cock was lined up, Malcolm had to keep a firm grip on himself to keep from coming, and to stop from just plowing inside. He moved with aching slowness, not wanting to hurt Trip, even accidentally. Then the other man took it out of his hands by shoving back, impaling himself on Malcolm's cock.

Malcolm bit Trip's shoulder in shocked pleasure to stop his shout at being buried to the root so fast.

"Too slow!" Trip panted, hands clenched into fists against the wall.

Licking the near-broken skin on Trip's shoulder, Malcolm blew on it, causing Trip to break out into goosebumps. Trip's head fell back and he took advantage of that to kiss him, deep and searching, while he started moving. Inanely, the old phrase, 'Slow and steady wins the race,' ran through him and he grimaced at the bizarre workings of his mind. Concentrating only on the man under him, Malcolm gripped Trip's cock and stroked him in time to his thrusts.

He knew from the desperate way Trip was returning his kiss that his lover was going to come soon, could feel it in the hot, heavy length in his hands. Their current posture didn't give him a lot of room, but he shifted the angle, looking for...

"Fuck! Me!"

Grinning fiercely, Malcolm muttered, "Found it," and kept that same angle and increased the force of his thrusts.

Trip was so lost in the sensations that he could barely return the kiss, his mouth open and panting as Malcolm kept going. "Gotta come, Malcolm, damn it, fuckin,' oh shit, gotta, please Malcolm, make me come, make me, make me..."

The words egged him on and Malcolm couldn't help losing control. He didn't know if it was his quasi-nonhuman nature just then, or his long-standing need to have Trip suddenly fulfilled, or both, but he whispered harshly, "Not yet, not until I say, Trip."

Moaning, Trip's ass squeezed tight as Malcolm continued to plunder it, his cock driving in, harder and harder. Feeling himself on the edge, just about to go over, his balls tightening, his gut clenching, Malcolm ordered, "Now, Trip! Come for me! Come!"

Malcolm humped into Trip, hands working his lover's cock ruthlessly, pulling an orgasm from Trip as he came. His hips jerked several times, his cock going as far as possible, his seed spurting within, to overfilling and spilling back down Trip's legs. Trip hung dazed in his arms, supported only by Malcolm's strength and he was inordinately grateful for the time he spent working out, though this particular application had never occurred to him, well, not outside of fantasy at least.

"God, Malcolm..." Trip gasped, obviously struggling to get his breathing under control.

Utterly sated, Malcolm gently kissed the bruise forming on Trip's shoulder and murmured, "Sorry about that."

Chuckling weakly, Trip shook his head. "I'm not."

Pleased, Malcolm licked it this time, enjoying the shiver it provoked. Nuzzling the back of Trip's neck, he said, "I'm going to pull out."

Trip nodded, then hissed in pain as Malcolm did so.

"Stay there, let me check you," Malcolm ordered. Crouching down, he inspected Trip for injury and simultaneously winced and smirked with pride at the opened, reddened hole that he'd enlarged. Trip would definitely be feeling this for a while, though there wasn't, thankfully, any blood. Rising again, Malcolm gently turned Trip and grinned openly at the slightly bewildered and definitely just-fucked look on the other man's face. Caressing Trip's face, he asked, "I think we need a shower."

Grinning foolishly, Trip replied, "Your quarters or mine?"

Malcolm ran his hand down, over Trip's chest then leaned in for a wet, sucking kiss. When he pulled back, he answered, "Definitely mine. Not so many people around to hear you scream later."

Shuddering, Trip observed, "I think I'm going to like this side of you, Malcolm."

With a quick grin, Malcolm started gathering their clothes and agreed, "So am I."

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