Title:  Just Dessert
Author:  A. Kite
Email: AKite68163@aol.com
Size: 7K
Rating: NC-17
Codes: A, F, Q; Tu/N
Summary:  Something more than we saw on the screen
happened between Tuvok and Neelix during the episode,
Riddles.

Warning:  This is an NC-17 slash story, if you might
be offended or you aren't over 18, please read no
further.  Also, this story has heavy spoilers for the
Voyager episode, Riddles.  This story probably won't
make much sense if you haven't seen it.

Disclaimer:  Voyager and its characters belong to
Paramount/Viacom.  This story belongs to me.  No
profit being made, no copyright infringement intended.

Acknowledgements:  Thanks go to Greywolf and BJCochran
for beta reading this for me.  Extra thanks to Bridget
for the title.  I also must acknowledge Jim Wright's
Delta Blues reviews.  The spellings used and the dialogue 
quoted here come from his site.

Comments, feedback and constructive criticism are welcome
and always answered.


Just Dessert


Neelix sighed and stirred the contents of the pan.
Bland pudding, no exotic confections today.  No terra-
nut soufflé or pistachio cake with parra cream sauce.
No exotic lover, either.  He tried to shake off his
melancholia, but it wouldn't go.  Oh, he had known it 
wouldn't last, couldn't last, even as it started.

Any minute now, the recovered Tuvok would walk through
the door, and he would have to act as if he was happy.
He would have to see if Tuvok would even tolerate him
now.  It would hurt even deeper than he already did,
if Tuvok hated him.  Neelix had been trying all day to 
figure out what other course he could have taken.  
Nothing had come to mind unless he had turned his back 
on Tuvok, and that wasn't in his nature.

He had left Tuvok alone in his quarters for a few 
minutes, only to come back and find his charge in a
panic.  To tell the truth, and one should always be
truthful to themselves, Neelix almost panicked himself
when he saw what Tuvok's problem was.  The Vulcan had
his pants open and was staring in absolute horror at
his own erect penis.  Tuvok said he had been thinking
about Neelix when it happened.

Tuvok's erection wasn't what almost panicked him, though.  
It was his own body's reaction to the sight.  Thank
goodness that his predilection for long jackets hid that 
reaction, for a bit anyway.  The Vulcan's cock was a
thing of beauty, and there was no way Neelix could 
turn away from his friend's pleas for help.  

As calmly as he could, Neelix explained to Tuvok that 
there was no cause for alarm, that it was perfectly
normal for his body to do this.  It hadn't been an 
easy thing to do.  Especially when he had to show his
friend how to touch himself.

Neelix groan to himself at the thought.  Tuvok had 
decided then that masturbation was classified under
'fun things to do with Neelix'.  Once his own immediate
need had been satisfied, Tuvok wanted to return the
favor.  He hadn't been fooled at all by the Talaxian's
efforts to hide how aroused he was.

Neelix's short, bristle covered penis was no match for
the magnificent member Tuvok had displayed, in his
opinion.  Tuvok had no such attitude.  He applied 
himself to learning what kind of touches had the best
results with determination.  In that way, the Vulcan
hadn't changed, but he went about it in his new
enthusiastic manner.  So much so, that Tuvok became
erect again.

The Talaxian gave in to his desire and knelt down
to take Tuvok's cock into his mouth.  He wanted to
see if the shaft tasted like the chocolate it appeared
to be, and if the purple, glistening glans were like 
wikki fruit.  Of course, it hadn't tasted like chocolate
or wikki fruit, but better.  Even Tuvok's ejaculate
had tasted wonderful.

Tuvok's arms around him, helping to stand were wonderful
too.  The Vulcan's reverent, soft-spoken 'Thank you'
had been soothing to Neelix's conflicted emotions.  Maybe 
he *had* taken advantage of Tuvok.  Perhaps he would be
totally rejected.  It hadn't seemed as if he had forced 
himself on his friend, at the time.  Hadn't he persuaded 
Tuvok to undergo the Doctor's procedure?  

Tuvok came in the mess hall, and Neelix bustled out
to greet him.  "It's good to see you up and about.  Are 
you feeling better?"

"The Doctor has approved my return to duty," Tuvok said
without emotion. 

"That's wonderful news!" Neelix said, though his 
enthusiasm is somewhat tempered. "How about a celebratory 
glass of champagne?" 

"Tea will suffice." 

It wasn't champagne, but at least Tuvok was willing
to speak to him.  "Of course."  He stopped, then turned 
back to Tuvok. "I'm preparing a special dinner tonight 
in honor of your recovery. I don't suppose that you'd be 
interested in preparing one of your famous desserts?" he 
asked hopefully. 

Tuvok sighed.  "I have much more important things to 
do than engage in the preparation of nutritionally 
deficient foods." 

Neelix's eyes fell to the floor.  The other Tuvok, the
one that was so briefly his lover was apparently long 
gone. "Maybe another time," he said sadly, returning 
to the kitchen. 

But Tuvok stopped him with a word.  "Sundays..." 

"I beg your pardon?" 

"I've given further consideration to your riddle 
regarding the Ensign who survived by consuming the 
'dates' from his calendar. It occurs to me that he 
could also have eaten the 'sundays.'" 

Neelix's eyebrows waggled with surprise.  "That's a 
very clever answer, Mr. Vulcan!" Tuvok nodded, accepting 
the compliment with good grace.  Neelix allowed himself 
a leer. "But it's not very logical, is it?" he asked
conspiratorially, drawing closer to whisper the 
little secret. 

"No," Tuvok admitted a moment later.  "It's not." 

Neelix went to fetch the tea.  He had lost Tuvok, the
lover, but maybe, just maybe, they could be more than
colleagues now.  

The End?