Title: Tremble

Author:  Angelee

Fandom: Star Trek Enterprise

Pairing: Tucker/Malcolm

Rating:  Strong, Strong Adult (I mean it)

Summary: Can I make you tremble with want, with need?

Beta:  By my sister Anna.  All remaining errors are mine own-with apologies.

Note:  Read the warning above.  This comes with the strongest warnings I’ve ever issued. I’m not going to tell you what the story contains, just that it has strong adult contents. Do not read if offended by such. You are reading at your own risk.  Remember that.

 

Tremble

 

“Come in.”

 

The door slid open allowing Tucker, the Chief Engineer in.  “Hey, Malcolm.  How’s it shaking?”

 

The Armory Officer looked at him.  “Huh?”

 

“How’s it going?”  Tucker clarified.

 

“Alright.  The weapons systems are on line and the repairs are almost complete.”

 

“Good.  Good,” Tucker replied, distractedly.

 

“Is there something I can do for you, Commander?”

 

“My name is Tucker.  Don’t call me Commander when we’re alone.  Okay?”

 

Malcolm nodded.  “Alright.”

 

The Chief Engineer gave him a brilliant smile.  Making Malcolm suddenly very nervous for reasons he didn’t quite understand.  He moved awkwardly in his chair.

 

“What can I do for you?”

 

“Nothin’.  I came to give you your birthday present.”

 

“You didn’t have to bother.”

 

“It’s no bother.  I haven’t given it to you yet.” Clear blue eyes watched him carefully.  “Malcolm, do you remember when we were on the shuttle, freezing our butts off?”

 

“Yes, how could I forget?  We almost died.”

 

“Yeah.  We almost died.  Did you know you talk in your sleep?”

 

“I do?”

 

“Yeah, you do.  It was very revealing.”

 

Alarmed, Malcolm straightened in his chair.  “What did I say?”

 

“It’s not what you said, it’s what you didn’t?”

 

“What?”

 

Tucker didn’t answer, instead he moved toward the window staring out into the vastness of space.  After a long silence he turned to the weapon’s expert.  “Come here, Malcolm,” He demanded softly. The man in the chair didn’t move.  “Malcolm, I said come here,” Tucker said, with more force.  A man used to being obeyed.  Now it was no different.

 

Slowly Malcolm rose, going as if being pulled by a string.  Slowly and very reluctantly.  As soon as Malcolm got close enough Tucker pulled him against his body.  “Why are you trembling, Malcolm?  I’m not going to hurt you.”

 

“What is this about, Tucker?”  The Englishman whispered, unable to keep his voice from cracking, much to his mortification.  For some unknown reason he was afraid.  Very, very afraid.

 

The chief Engineer laughed softly as he placed his hands around Malcolm’s trim waist, pulling him closer.  “Malcolm, I’ve never met anyone as uptight as you.  If you don’t relax you’re going to explode like a star going nova.”

 

“I don’t understand.  I don’t understand any of this.”

 

“You don’t have to understand.  I want you to just feel.  Okay?  Can you do that for me?”

Tucker asked, hands coming up to cup Malcolm’s face, looking deep in to confused blue

eyes.

 

It was as if something in those blue eyes broke his heart.  With as small sound he gently kissed the other man. A gentle meeting of lips on lips.  Not asking or taking, not yet.  Tucker felt the violent trembling when it began as if it were his own.  His arms tightened as if trying to absorb it into his own body. His lips playing with Malcolm’s. 

 

Breaking away.  “Why is it so hard for you to ask for what you want?”  He peppered Malcolm’s face with kisses.  During this whole time the blue eyes remained tightly shut, one lone tear breaking free.  “You wear your loneliness like a cloak, wrapping it around you like a badge of honor.”  Another tear escaped, caught by a warm tongue.  “You’re not alone.  I’m hear to tell ya, you’re not alone.  I’m gonna take that cloak of yours and shred it to pieces.  You’ll never be lonely again.  You hear me, Malcolm.  You’re never going to be lonely again.  You and your damn cloak.”

 

Malcolm’s trembling had increased, becoming violent as Tucker’s warmth and understanding assaulted him.  It couldn’t be called anything but an assault.  He’d been cold and lonely for so long.  All this warmth and love was a compete shock to his system.

 

“Stop.  Please.  It hurts. Stop,” Malcolm begged.  Tears coursing down his face faster than Tucker’s tongue could take them in.

 

“It doesn’t hurt, Malcolm.  You’re defrosting, is all.  It’ll be alright,” He was told as deft hands moved to open his tunic.  Those same hands, fire along Malcolm’s chest and sided, making him gasp.  “There you go.  Feel, Malcolm.  That’s all I’m asking.  Feel.”

 

Malcolm didn’t know what to do.  He could push Tucker away.  Run.  But…it hurt.  Oh, god how it hurt.  But it felt good at the same time. 

 

He couldn’t stop shaking.  Hands opened his pants.  “Malcolm?”  A soft whisper in his ear.  “Open your eyes and see what I’m doing to you.”

 

An arm held him still against a warm body as a hand reached between his legs.  Malcolm groaned hoarsely.  Moving restlessly, unsure of whether to run or stay. The hand was so warm and knowing.  Malcolm felt Tucker smile against his face.  “There you go.  Watch.  Feel.”

 

The hand knew its job.  Oh-how it knew.  Malcolm watched dazed and trembling as he was brought close to orgasm.  So close.  So close.  So very close.  A small pitiful sound left his lips. 

 

“Don’t worry, Malcolm.  I’m not going to hurt you.”

 

Malcolm watched in stunned amazement as Tucker went to his knees in front of him.  Looking up to make sure Malcolm was watching.  Tucker gave him a dazing smile before taking him into his mouth.

 

Malcolm gave a loud cry, unable to help himself.  His hands reached out hesitantly to rest on top of Tucker’s head. To pull the mouth closer. 

 

It didn’t take long.  Tucker pulled away slowly, with a lingering caress that made Malcolm shudder in reaction.  The weapon’s expert stared down at him, dazed and unsure.

 

Standing Tucker smiled at him.  “That was good, Malcolm.  Very good.  I would have liked a livelier response, but that wasn’t too bad.”  He pulled Malcolm to him.  “We can’t defrost you all at once.  A start is a start.

 

Malcolm’s face was gathered in gentle hands.  “Hey, you want to taste yourself on me?  It’s better than pineapple cake,” He asked, offering his mouth.  Malcolm continued to stare at him, unsure, so very unsure.  Tucker sighed.  “Kiss me, for god sakes.  It’s not like I’m asking you to go down on me or anything.”  A smile.  “At least not yet.”

 

Malcolm felt frozen.  Unable to move.  Tucker sighed again.  “It’s like trying to get emotions out of a Vulcan.  Come here and open your mouth.”

 

The Engineer had trouble getting Malcolm to open his mouth.  It took several tries, finally resorting to causing a little pain by pulling Malcolm’s hair to get him to response.  Once his tongue found its way into Malcolm’s mouth he allowed the other man to taste himself. Knowing the weapons expert had never done something as erotic or uninhibited before. 

 

Malcolm’s arms still lay useless by his sides.  Tucker was getting frustrated by the lack of response.  “Come on, Malcolm, let go.  Respond to me, damn it.  Put your arms around me,” he told him, licking his lips with his tongue. 

 

“I’m afraid,” he was told, so softly he wasn’t sure he’d heard right.

 

“Don’t be afraid, let go.”

 

“Can’t, so afraid.”

 

Tucker sighed again.  Gathering the shivering body to him.  “There’s nothing to be afraid of.  I only want to love you.  Not torture you.”

 

“Why then does it feel like it?”  Malcolm whispered against his neck, trembling violently.

 

“You’ve been trying unsuccessfully to hide your emotions.  Your human, Malcolm.  Not Vulcan.  And they don’t always succeed, in the no emotions department either.  Just let go.”

 

“I’ll get lost.”

 

“So-you get lost in the emotions for a while.  So what?  Is it better than freezing to death?”

 

“It’s not how I was brought up.”

 

“Malcolm, I don’t give a flying crap how you were brought up. We’re not necking in your bedroom, in your parent’s house.  You’re not your parents.  You have needs and emotions that run deeper than your parents, I suspect.  No actually, I know that just from looking into your eyes.  Do you know what I’m gonna do to you?”

 

Malcolm turned his head to look at Tucker.  “No what?”

 

“I’m gonna fuck you three ways from Sunday.  I’m gonna make you scream for mercy and beg me for more, all at the same time.  Make you tremble in need for me and what I can offer you.”

 

Malcolm gave him a small smile. “Oh?”

 

The Engineer frowned.  “What the hell did your parents do to you, anyway?”

 

“I was raised in a house where emotions were frowned upon.  Never acknowledged, never responded to.”

 

“They emotionally starved you?”

 

“I guess, in a manner of speaking.”

 

“They should have been fucking Vulcans,” Tucker hissed angrily.  “Not human.” He tightened around Malcolm.  “Well, my friend.  I’m going to feed you till you’re full.  So full you’re gonna feel like you’re gonna explode.  You’re gonna respond to me in ways you never thought possible, if it takes the rest of our lives.”

 

“I’m not sure I can,” Malcolm told him sadly.  “I want to, I really do, but I don’t think I can.”

 

“Course you can.  We’ll take it slow till you thaw. Did you like what I did to you?”

 

“Yes, very much so,” Malcolm’s word were said so shyly said, it just about broke Tucker’s heart.

 

“Well, there’ll be more of that, lots more.”

 

“Yes?”  Did Malcolm sound hopeful?

 

Tucker smiled at him.  “Oh, yeah.”

 

Malcolm had been listening so intently to the Engineer’s word he hadn’t notice that Tucker had been rubbing their groins together.  Skin against cloth-cover skin.  With a start he realized he was aroused again.

 

Tucker chuckled.  “Gotcha.  You didn’t even know it.”  He increased the pressure.  “There are things I wanna do to you-you have no idea,” he whispered seductively.  “Once I get you warmed up.  We’re gonna play like there’s no tomorrow.  Right now, Malcolm, I want you to kiss me. Give me that sexy mouth.  Let’s see what you can do.”

 

Malcolm looked at him for the longest time till the Engineer thought nothing was going to happen.  The blue eyes lost and so lonely.  So damn lonely.  “Come on, Malcolm.  You can do it.  Come on, kiss me.  Give me that gorgeous mouth of yours.”

 

Suddenly it was as if the dam broke.  Malcolm came at him like a starving bear.  Hungry, needful so very, very needful. 

 

Tucker fed him.  Encouraging the fire until it burned bright and wild, Malcolm moaned as he came against him.  Face buried into his neck, shivering.  Tucker smiled. Lips swollen and tender from the tempest he’d unleashed.  His hands went to Malcolm’s buttocks, cupping them, pulling the other closer.  Insanely pleased that Malcolm arms finally came up, returning the hold.

 

“Malcolm…”he called softly.  “Hey, Malcolm?”

 

“W…what?”  The weapons tech replied, trying to catch his breath. 

 

Lets fuck.”

 

***

 

Day 15

 

Unleashed Malcolm was a force to be reckoned with.  Tucker smiled.  He was going to be tender, but that’s okay, he thought to himself.  Lifting his buttocks into Malcolm’s pounding rhythm.  Encouraging it.  Downright demanding it, truth be told.

 

Ignited, the weapons expert was a fireball.  Hot, needful and so damn sexy.

 

“That’s it, Malcolm.  More give me more.  All you got.  I can take it.  Give me more.”

 

Tucker was watching Malcolm in the mirror across the room.  Head thrown back, lost in the lust and passion.  Body sleek with sweat as he rode a rhythm all his own.

 

Later Tucker would show him control and the finer arts of lusting and passion, but right now Malcolm needed this.  The weapons expert had been so reluctant, Tucker had had to just about beg for it.  When Malcolm had finally gone in, it’d been so careful and cautious.  Driving the Engineer half with wanting. 

 

Tucker frowned as Malcolm bit his lip hard enough to bleed as he came deep within the Engineer’s body.  As if to stifle the sounds of passion.  That too would change.

 

Tucker gathered Malcolm gentle in his arms.  Wiping the blood from his cut lip.  “Why’d you do that?”

 

“I don’t know.”

 

Tucker met his eyes. “Hey, don’t do that again.  I expect to hear you as well as feel you when we’re making love.”

 

“Are we going to do it again?” Malcolm asked him with such hopefulness it tore at Tucker. “Are you going to let me do it again?”

 

“Hell, yeah.  I’m gonna teach you how to be a hellcat. Yowling at the moon every time we go at it.”

 

“Oh.”

 

The Engineer kissed the top of Malcolm’s head. “Right now I want you to stay right where you’re at and watch me.  ‘Kay?   Can you do that?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Good,” Tucker replied, rewarding him with a kiss.  Before taking his free hand and began stroking hard enough to where it looked like it’d hurt.

 

“Why are you hurting yourself,” Malcolm asked perplexed.

 

Tucker moaned.  “I’m not.  This is just the way I like it.  Hard, hot and heavy.  Do you wanna help me?”

 

“I…”

 

“Here give me your hand.” 

 

It was given reluctantly.  Tucker stroked himself with it.  Showing Malcolm the movements that brought the most pleasure. 

 

“Please, Tucker, could I do it,” Malcolm asked softly.  Enjoying the feeling of the hard flesh in his hands.

 

Tucker smiled at him.  “I thought you’d never ask,” He told him, removing his hand and allowing Malcolm to take over.  The weapon’s expert was uncertain, gaining confidence as Tucker encouraged him with words of lust.

 

“That’s good.  That’s good.  Harder, harder.”  The words were replaced by a loud groan as he came.  “Oh, yeah, that’s it, that’s it.  Don’t stop.  Don’t stop.”

 

Malcolm watched as Tucker spilled his seed onto his belly.  Listening to the loud moans and groans, hoping no one walking by could hear.

 

“Oh, man-that was good.  Malcolm.  Very nice.  Thank you.”

 

The weapon’s expert watched in fascination as Tucker ran his hands over his belly, collecting the semen onto his hand.  And then starting licking at it as if it were the sweetest of ambrosia.

 

“Wanna taste?”

 

Malcolm looked at the hand for a moment before reaching over and licking it.

 

“Tucker laughed.  “I’ll make a slut out of you yet.  Open your mouth.”

 

Malcolm’s eyes widened as Tucker began to finger fuck his mouth.  No one had ever done anything like that to him before.  It felt decadent and exciting.

 

“Yeah, my little whore.  That’s it.  That’s it.” Malcolm closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of what the Engineer was doing.  He gave a tiny moan as the fingers went deep.  “That’s it.  Louder, Malcolm.  Let me hear how much you like this.  No one can hear us.”

 

Malcolm began to moving his hips in time to the fingers.  He never saw Tucker’s smile.  “Come on, lover.  Let me hear you.”  Malcolm moaned louder.  “That’s it.  Don’t think of anything else.  Just what you’re doing to my ass and what I’m doing to your mouth.  Nothing else.  Let go.  Let go.”

 

***

 

Three Months.

 

Malcolm was screaming, but not from pain, Tucker was to careful for it to hurt.

 

“Like that?”

 

“Yes…”

 

“Louder, lover.”

 

“Yes.  Yes.  Yes,” Malcolm shouted as arching his head back as he drove himself into Tucker.  The man in back of him was driving him crazy with lust.  

 

Tucker’s hands digging deep into slim hips driving Malcolm back into him, hard.  Enjoying the sounds of flesh on flesh.  He’d been very careful with the Weapon’s expert.   He was after all new to the world of male love.  Malcolm, Tucker suspected was new to any kind of loving.  That kinda hurt Tucker’s heart.

 

But as more time pasted Malcolm was becoming more vocal.  More uninhibited.  Losing himself in the loving being offered, in the lusting.  Tucker smiled.  Malcolm sure was enjoying himself.  Seeking more and more sensation.  Practically demanding it.

 

Tucker unable to contain himself shuddered and came into the withering body under his.  He lay over Malcolm like a blanket, not yet ready to pull free.

 

“Want more?” He whispered, biting the nearest ear.  “Do you want lots more?”

 

Malcolm groaned.  He was on fire.  Hot and burning.  “Yes.  Y…yes.  More, please.”  Wiggling seeking an answer to his need.

 

Tucker chuckled.   “Oh, I’ll give you more.  We’re going to push the envelope.  You and I.  See how much you can take and then some. Ready?”

 

“Yes.”

 

Malcolm answered, closing his eyes as the Engineer began moving inside of him again.  Giving himself up to whatever Tucker wanted to give him.

 

***

 

Six months

 

“I sure like the uninhibited, Malcolm.”  Tucker told him.  Exploring the spent body sprawled on his bed.  Rubbing his body over Malcolm’s sensually, seductively.  “Hmm, nice.  Smell good too.  Turn on your side, lover.  We’re gonna try somethin’ new.  I think you’re ready.”

 

Malcolm did as he was asked without question.  Seeking whatever sensation Tucker had in store for him.  He made a small sound as a finger enter him, then two.  Another joined a few minutes later. He relaxed, trusting Tucker in whatever the Engineer had in mind.  Another finger joined the others, thrusting slowly.  He shivered when fifth went in. 

 

He could feel what Tucker was doing.  It felt, incredible.  Erotic, illicit.  He moaned softly when he felt a hand push through.  He arched his head back, his moans becoming louder. 

 

He screamed when Tucker bit his shoulder, hard enough to bruise. Moving his body so the hand moved deeper.  Knowing he shouldn’t be doing this, but it felt so good, so good.  Tucker made him feel.  He wanted more.  Needed more.

 

“Do you like that, Malcolm?”

 

The weapon’s expert nodded weakly, unable to answer.  He began panting, sweat coating his body as Tucker took him to a whole new level. One he thought he’d never, ever experience.  Never even thought of wanting to experiencing. “Oh, God,” he whispered.  “Oh, God.” 

 

“Like that, Malcolm.  My hand’s in you.  Like it?”

 

“Yes.  Oh, god, yes.”

 

“Good scream for me, baby.  Show me how much you like it?”

 

The hand began moving.  Malcolm opened his mouth and did as Tucker asked as he was brought to his knees, allowing the it to slide deeper and deeper still.

 

***

 

One year later.

 

“How’s my little hellcat?”

 

“Tired.  Sore.”

 

“I’m not surprised.  I fucked you silly, last night,” Tucker told him, kissing his face, smiling when Malcolm returned it passionately. The ice had finally melted. Leaving behind a receptive, passionate lover.  Willing to do just about anything in the search for pleasure.  A search he only did with Tucker.

 

Malcolm looked at him from between his lashes.  “Where do we go from here, Tucker?” 

 

Tucker opened Malcolm’s uniform.  “Hmm?”

 

“Where do we go from here?”

 

“We take it as far as you want to go.”

 

Malcolm lowered his head.  “Oh.”

 

Tucker placed a finger under his chin, raising his it up to met his blue eyes.  “How far you wanna go?”

 

“As far as you’re willing to take me.”

 

“Easy enough, lover.  Easy enough.”

 

Malcolm gave him a small smile.  “Truly?”

 

“No hardship. I love making you tremble, all wanton and needy.  I love hearing you scream my name when I fuck you.  Wanna do a little screaming and trembling now?”

 

Malcolm’s smile grew bigger.  “Oh, yes.”

 

“Good,” Tucker told him, leading him to the bed. “I’m gonna make you scream my name so loud, they’ll hear you back on Earth.”