WARNING: GRAPHIC SMUTTYNESS! ENJOY AT YOUR OWN RISK!
After having his vitals checked about seven times, ("And one to grow on," Leonard muttered) Harry was finally allowed to leave medbay. M'Benga was having a field day, questioning Harry about how his magic worked. Harry, amused, only half answered, giving the man something to research. Leonard rolled his eyes as Harry sauntered by him, winking and smirking, and promising to see him later.
Jim followed Harry to his quarters and entered without permission. Harry had saved his best friend, again, although this time it was something much harsher than a Gorn, or Gary Mitchell. The reality that Bones was dying, the thought, even for a minute, that his brother, because that was how Jim saw him, was going to die was the most difficult time Jim had had. And, then, Harry had walked and literally took the disease from Bones' hands and into himself. Giving himself a death sentence. Jim felt eternally grateful.
And then, Jim felt anger. Harry had this… awesome power within him. He was a wizard and could literally bend the world to his wishes. He could save people from blood borne diseases to which there were no cures, yet for all he'd done, the goodness he'd done for Jim's own people, Harry had been sentenced to death by the people of Harry's time. And, Jim knew there was a reason for that. He, Jim, had to figure out why, before he could allow Harry any more time around the ship, especially Bones.
"Jim," Harry said, "so nice to see you." He lounged casually on the chair, leaving the couch for Jim.
"Harry," Jim said, sitting on the couch, eyeing the black haired man carefully.
"I'm assuming you didn't come here to chat about my fast recovery," Harry said, looking him up and down, his brow raised.
"No," Jim said, leaning over his knees, "Harry, I have to ask: why did your people sentence you to death?"
"You're assuming I know," Harry said, "as if I'd done something to warrant it."
"Harry, governments don't just sentence war heroes, no matter how deep undercover, to death," Jim said, a frown forming on his brows. "What exactly happened when you were offered the chryo program?"
"I was put to sleep, and told that I would be awoken within fifty years' time, or when the augments returned," Harry said, not bothering to react to Jim's accusations. "Jim, if you really want to know the full story, I suggest you ask Mister Spock. He has been made fully aware of what happened."
"How," Jim asked, "better yet, when?"
"Over the past two weeks, Spock has been meeting with me in the brig, asking me about my abilities," Harry responded, casually looking Jim over, "he mind melded with me."
"He what?!" Jim exclaimed, standing in shock. Spock had never mind melded with him! He said the act was considered sacred unless dire. That conniving green blooded jerkface! "What did he find out?"
"You'll have to ask him," Harry said, "I'm not sure how far my shields allowed him to see, but it was enough." Harry stood, stretching, "Now, do you mind, Captain, I'm feeling drowsy." He turned, before being dismissed, and walked to the bedroom.
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Leonard entered his quarters, humming to himself, as he removed his outer medical blue tunic. He sighed in mild happiness. He was alive. Harry had saved his life again, like he had the time before. And the time before that. Harry was, in a word, magical. And, then, by Leonard simply asking him, he had pulled through the disease and completely dispelled it from his body. Leonard smiled, to himself.
He started, almost yelling out, when he felt arms encircle his shoulders, and hands clasp around his chest. He felt a strong chest press into his back, warm breath on his neck and a wet tongue run over his ear. He shuddered as gentle teeth nipped his lobe, his body reacting to that, and his blood began to flow south.
"Mm, Leonard," Harry whispered, walked around him, stopping in front of him. Harry was naked. Leonard felt his cock swell and his mouth water. He was still just as perfect as he remembered. His muscular chest was mostly hairless; a small tuft sprinkled the center of it and created a small trail from his belly button. Harry's erection, pointing directly up, was almost ridiculously perfect. Its length was impressive and the width left Leonard aching to have it down his throat.
He lifted his hand, waving his fingers, and Leonard gasped when a sudden cold hit his very warm arousal. He glanced down and his eyes widened when he realized he was as naked as Harry, his own cock paralleling Harry's. He was proud to say that while Harry's dick was slightly longer, his own was thicker. He saw Harry looking at it, licking his lips, and bringing his hand up to brush his knuckle to it. Leonard groaned at the electric contact, his eyes closing of his own volition, his head tilted back.
"Harry," Leonard whispered, throatily, and Harry's fingers wrapped around his cock. "Fuck, Harry, baby, take me to the bed."
"Come on, my love," Harry said, using his dick as a handle and guiding him to the bed.
Leonard was sprawled on his back, enjoying the ecstasy that was Harry's mouth. He was currently latched to Leonard's right nipple, and Leonard had no intention of telling him to stop, so long as Harry continued to frott against him. Their erections brushed, moans gasping their ways out of both men's throats. Leonard wasn't sure how much longer he'd last.
"Harry…nngh," he said, raising his hips up, attempting more contact. Harry stopped his ministrations on Leonard's nipple and raised his head.
"Yes, my love," Harry asked, smirking when Leonard huffed in slight protest.
"Harry, fuck…." Leonard wasn't sure what he was asking for, but Harry seemed to know.
"Leonard," Harry said, gaining the attention of the doctor below him, "do want more?"
Leonard smiled, and without hesitation, answered, "Absolutely."
Suddenly, Harry flipped him to his stomach. His arousal pressed to the soft, yet rough, padding of his comforter. Harry placed his hands on the globes of Leonard's ass, massaging and squeezing them. Leonard groaned as this thumbs grazed his crack and he nearly yelped when his cheeks parted and Harry to a long swipe with his tongue.
"To boldly go," Harry whispered, chuckling at his own joke, before delving in again. His tongue wasted no time breaching the ring of muscle. Leonard's entire body trembled in pleasure as Harry's tongue wetted and loosened his body. He let go of one side, his finger entering right alongside his tongue working the muscle looser. Harry pulled his tongue out, and silenced Leonard's protest by entering another finger. He began to pump the two digits in and out, faster and faster, pressing his fingers into Leonard's prostate with dangerous accuracy.
"Fuck, oh, fuck, Harry," Leonard groaned, pressing his forehead into his forearms. He had to hold off his orgasm, otherwise, this would be over before it started. But, he needed something. He needed something bigger and thicker than two fingers pumping in and out of his ass. "Jesus, Harry! I'm not a fucking blushing bride! Fuck me now, or go away so I can jerk off!"
Suddenly, he felt Harry press his weight into his back and Harry's hand tangle its way into his hair and his head was jerked back. Leonard groaned at the pain that enveloped his scalp, though it only stung a little. Harry's fingers never left his body, nor did they stop pumping, as Harry leaned into his ear to say, "If you ever, and I mean ever, masturbate again, without my permission, I'll fuck you so hard you won't be able to sit for a month." And at that, Harry removed his fingers, whispered something and pressed the head of his cock into Leonard's entrance. The promise was enough to make Leonard shudder with anticipation.
His body was arched already, but, with the feeling of Harry inching his way in him, that didn't stop Leonard from attempting to become a contortionist. With Harry's hand in his hair, his back and neck were bowed, and Leonard let out a groan. Harry was so fucking thick and big, Leonard was being ripped in two, he was sure of it. He was moving slow, allowing Leonard time to adjust, and he knew it was agonizing for the wizard. Hell, it was agonizing for Leonard.
When he finally reached the hilt, Harry leaned down and kissed his shoulder. Then, he jerked back, leaving Leonard almost completely, before thrusting back in. The hit on his prostate was shocking and made Leonard shout out. He clenched his fingers in the bed spread as Harry released his hold on his hair. His back stayed arched though, as Harry began to set a fast, but strong, rhythm of pumping in and out of Leonard. Every time Harry thrust back in he found his prostate as if he'd always known where it was.
In. Out. BAM! Leonard's voice became ragged and coarse from all of the screaming. Harry moaned in his ear. Reaching around his body, Harry grasped his erections. Leonard shuddered at the dual sensations, the almost painful pleasure of Harry flattening the head of his cock on Leonard's prostate and the hot, tight grip on his own dick. He called out, tilting his head back and baring his throat.
"Harry, oh fuck, Harry," he whimpered, meeting Harry thrust for thrust. "Harder, oh baby, please more."
Harry licked the straining cord of his throat, "You want more, my love?" He felt Leonard shudder at his whispered promise. He pulled back and slammed harder, causing Leonard's hands and arms to buckle and fall face first to the bed. Now, with his ass in the air and a hand on his cock, Leonard began moaning incoherent word.
"Nngh…. Ahh…. It's…. ah… Harry… I…. fuck!... more…." He twisted his head around the comforter. Harry pumped harder and harder, hitting Leonard's prostate with precision, moaning back in response.
"You're too fucking tight, Leonard," Harry sighed, placing a hand on the small of his back. He tightened his grip on his cock. "You love this, don't you, you love a nice big cock in your ass," Harry said, growling as Leonard tightened around him. "Oh, fuck, love. Yes… yes!"
Harry leaned down, baring his teeth, "I'm going to make you mine. Is that alright, Leonard?" Leonard only shuddered in response, tilting his head away from him and exposing his throat again. "Alright, my love." He leaned down and suckled Leonard's skin, before nipping it.
Leonard screamed, the slight pain on his neck causing him to shoot his load before he even realized it was approaching. He felt Harry's teeth press down harder into his flesh, and the sucking sensation from his mouth. His body tightened in response, squeezing around Harry's cock, and coating his lovers hand in come. Harry shuddered behind him, roaring out, his own load splashing around Leonard's insides, feeling the contracting walls contract. Finally, Leonard collapsed below him and Harry on top of him.
Panting, Leonard turned to Harry, "If you wanted me dead, you should've just let the Gorn do it. He would've done it quicker." He joked.
Harry smiled in return. "Yeah, but this is a much better way to die, don't you think?"
Leonard smiled, pulling Harry closer to himself, allowing himself to fall into sleep. Harry laid his head onto Leonard's chest, as Leonard's arms wrapped around his back. When he felt Leonard's breathing evened out, he pulled his arm up. The clock was ticking again. This time with earnest. Harry smiled, before closing his eyes and succumbing to sleep.
AN: I seriously had a hard time writing the SMUT. But, as promised, I delivered, no matter how difficult it was to write. I hope I didn't botch this up too bad. Please REVIEW and just tell me if it suck ass. I'm sorry for the delay. This smut hated me. Well, a little more mystery at the end. What on Earth is Harry hiding? Can anyone guess? PLEASE REVIEW AND GIVE ME SOME LOVIN'!