Bait and Switch, Part 4


By Britta

Tom was awakened at 0336 by a distraught Delaney sister who commed him, saying, "Commander Chakotay? Can you please come over here? Jenny's really upset and I don't know what to do."
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Yawning, he answered, "Give me a few minutes, and I'll be there."
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"Thank you, sir."
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Now this was interesting, thought Tom. The Delaney sisters weren't on the list of people he wasn't supposed to counsel, so he figured this was one of those crises the commander got stuck with every now and then. It was just luck that he got the delectable twins to deal with this time.
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He got up and dressed then went to their quarters, expecting to be greeted by two gorgeous, scantily clad women. Instead, he got pecked on the head by a creature resembling a green chicken. It was flying around the room, dive-bombing him and squawking, before it suddenly decided to perch on his shoulder.
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"Ouch! What's this and where's Jenny?" he asked as he leaned away from the bird.
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"That is Jenny!"
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The bird stared at him and he stared back. "Tell me what happened."
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Megan removed Jenny from Tom's shoulder and cooed at her comfortingly, then sat down on the sofa. "Well, we were down there on the planet and someone propositioned her. She turned them down a bit rudely and the next thing we knew..."
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"You were hauled off to see the Minister of Manners, right?" Tom ran a hand through the commander's thick hair, glad it had protected his scalp from being lacerated by Jenny's beak.
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"Yes, how did you know?" Megan looked up at him guilelessly.
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Tom glanced at the two of them and replied, "It's my job to know these things. How long will she be in this form?"
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Megan gave Jenny a soothing pat and said, "Only a day or so, why?"
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"In that case, I'll rearrange your schedules so that you can stay here together until it's over. All right?"
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"That would be wonderful. Thank you so much, Commander." Megan flashed a megawatt smile at him and Jenny ruffled her feathers in his direction.
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Curious, Tom asked, "Was it a man or a woman she turned down?"
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Megan blinked. "I don't know. It's hard to tell the difference between those people."
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Tom just nodded and said, "Make sure the incident is mentioned in your shore leave report. Good night." On the way back to Chakotay's cabin, he had to wonder if the commander would have handled the situation any differently. Yawning, he thought maybe he'd ask him tomorrow.

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Chakotay woke up with a raging hard-on, which was not unusual. However, this one didn't belong to him. This body felt pretty good. Well, other than the stiff organ he couldn't help but rub against the mattress, which, come to think of it wasn't such a bad thing. Anyway, he was rested and refreshed, curious to see what the day would bring and--oh gods, it was too soon!
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He climaxed all over the sheets beneath him and wondered if Tom was always this quick on the trigger. Lying in a puddle of cooling semen, he thought of B'Elanna and how he didn't think she'd put up with Tom having a short fuse. Seemed she didn't put up with much, Chakotay thought, remembering how she had hit them both yesterday. He thought he had every right to ask both Tom and Torres a few questions about that. Did she hit Tom often?
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When he got up to survey the rest of the bedroom, Chakotay was annoyed that he'd have to change the bed due to Tom's body's lack of control. Yanking the sheets off, he tossed everything into a pile, determined to deal with it later.
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He stepped into the shower and as he washed, he tried to figure out what to do to make Tom's quarters more tidy for the next week or so. He didn't want to play maid and clean up Tom's clutter, but he didn't know what else he could do. Lost in thought, he automatically reached for his dick with a soapy hand in order to clean it. What surprised him was that it grew hard almost instantly.
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Gods, Tom must be one oversexed son of a bitch, Chakotay thought. He squeezed the erection and felt waves of pleasure go through him. Damn. If he didn't take care of this now, he had the feeling it would come back to haunt him during breakfast.
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Sighing, he propped himself against the wall with one hand, while the other took care of business. Stroking the hard length, he had to experiment with grip and speed while trying not to let his mind wander into forbidden territory. This was Tom's body, and he was touching it, just the way he'd always dreamed.
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He recalled Tom accusing him of wanting B'Elanna, right before he decked him the other night. Little did the man know who Chakotay was really staring at all those times. For a few seconds, he let himself go and memorized the sensations that felt the best. It didn't take long and he came again, this time with a wistful smile on his face.
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When he was finished, he got ready to face the day. He put on Tom's uniform and wondered what 'interesting things' the Doctor had slated for him to do later on.
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Before heading for the Mess Hall, he checked the roster and found the Delaney sisters had been taken off duty for the next 36 hours. What was Paris up to? Now that B'Elanna had set him free, was he planning to kick up his heels with the twins? Would he tell them the truth, or just use Chakotay's body as if it were his own?
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Not quite certain what Tom would be capable of doing at this point, Chakotay thought that if Paris wanted to get laid, he'd be surprised by the difference in their sexual responses.
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As he went to get breakfast, he wondered how much arousal depended on physical or mental stimuli. He snickered to himself as he pictured Tom trying to get it up for Megan and Jenny. He knew he couldn't, not in a million years, or not without chemical help anyway. Those two did absolutely nothing for him.

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Tom spent most of the morning meeting with the captain while fending off a sense of foreboding. He felt slightly out of his depth when it came down to imagining what he would do if he were suddenly left in command. Chakotay was at the helm, and so the Bridge was in good hands. Janeway had taken advantage of the fact that her ship wouldn't be in much danger while in this situation, and had quizzed Tom about every single thing he'd done since he'd taken on Chakotay's duties.
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Trying not to yawn, Tom had explained the Delaney sisters' predicament, and was rewarded when the captain said, "That was very thoughtful of you. I hope you remembered to reschedule the two of them so they can make up their duty shifts later."
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"Of course I did! I switched them around with a couple of other people, and everyone should be happy. Nobody gets shafted over shore leave."
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"Good. I'm glad to hear that." She smiled at him a bit and asked, "So how are things going with you?"
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He looked at her and wondered how honest he could be. After a moment's contemplation, he decided he could trust her on this level. "B'Elanna ended our relationship after you left last night."
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She looked concerned. "I'm sorry to hear that, Tom. Maybe you can patch things up when this is over." She waved a hand at his body meaningfully.
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"I don't know if that's possible." He shook his head and said, "At least Chakotay and I are getting used to this." Tom wondered who she was responding to: Chakotay or himself. How much did she really care that he'd been dumped--that he might be hurting?
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She cleared her throat nervously and replied, "Speaking of Chakotay, let's go see how he's doing. Maybe you can instruct him on how to fly better while in orbit."
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Feeling her emotional distance increase, Tom shot her a neutral yet reassuring grin, then they both returned to the Bridge. Sneaking glances at Chakotay for the next hour or so, he tried to concentrate on more reports. Although he could almost feel the commander's boredom, there was no cause for him to interfere.
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He was relieved when the lunch break rolled around. Chakotay handed the conn over to Jenkins and left quickly. Tom waited a few moments, then leaned toward the captain and whispered, "Would you mind if I went to lunch now?"
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She shook her head, and he was off the Bridge and into the turbolift faster than a transporter beam could've put him there. God. He wanted to get away from everything. The sense that heavy-duty cosmic stuff was about to come down on him was growing though he didn't know why.
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Without thinking, he went to his quarters and let himself inside. He was surprised to find Chakotay sitting at his small table eating lunch. As usual, he found it difficult to see his body doing things, like lifting a spoonful of soup to his mouth, without feeling them.
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Realizing he'd made a mistake in coming home, he blurted out, "What are you eating?"
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"Potato soup. Would you like some?" Chakotay sounded as bland as his meal.
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Tom ran a hand through his hair and wasn't surprised at its thickness, which shocked him a moment later when he thought about it. Fuck. He wasn't sure who he was anymore. Giving up on trying to figure out what was bugging him, he said, "Sure. Are there leeks in it?"
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"Yes. I'll add some extra for you if you like." At Tom's nod, Chakotay got up and programmed another bowl of soup along with a couple of rolls.

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As Chakotay brought the food to the table and set it in front of Tom, he said, "I'm glad you came here. I want to ask you something, and we need to talk about our situation some more."
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Tom dug into his meal with gusto, but looked up from his bowl with a curious glance. Between swallows, he said, "Ask away."
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Chakotay tore a roll in half and took a bite. Fascinated again by watching Tom eat, he wondered if he always looked like that when stuffing his face. The entire procedure almost made him forget what he was going to say. At last, Tom pointed to his half-empty bowl and said, "Your soup is getting cold."
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Shaking himself out of his inertia, Chakotay finished his lunch quickly. Then he shoved his dishes to the side and said, "Tom, I don't know a delicate way to put this, but, does B'Elanna hit you often?"
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A stony expression settled on the face opposite him, and Chakotay recognized it. He only looked like that when he was royally pissed off. He said, "Don't be angry with me, Tom. I'm asking this because I'm concerned about her."
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Confusion replaced the previous expression, and Tom asked, "What do you mean?"
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"Just answer my question, and I'll explain," he replied.
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Tom turned in his chair and sat sideways, looking at the floor. "She used to hit me sometimes. But never again. Not after last night. I'll never let her hit me again, for any reason." Tom peered over at Chakotay suspiciously. "Why do you want to know this?"
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Chakotay said, "She hit me, too, Tom. She's never done that before. I know she was unaware of our situation at the time, but her actions were out of line for both of us. I need to talk to her and find out why she's behaving like this. She may need some counseling for anger management."
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Even as he said the words and knew them to be true, he had to wonder why Tom would have ever put up with such treatment. That wasn't the Tom Paris he knew. That man would have fought back, and hard, or so he thought. Perhaps he needed to re-examine his perceptions regarding the pilot.
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Before he could contemplate things further, Tom said, "You might be right about the anger. She's got a lot of it."
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"So it seems."
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At that, his own brown eyes looked at him soberly and Chakotay felt a strange connection with the man inside his body. He said, "I'll go see her after I get off shift."
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Tom nodded, but before he could say anything, he was commed, "Commander Chakotay, can you please come over here right now?"
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Tom replied, "On my way, Megan."
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As Tom walked to the door, Chakotay asked, "Would you mind telling me what's happening with the twins? I know you changed their schedules."
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Grinning from ear to ear, Tom said, "Go ask the captain."
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Chakotay blinked and Tom left. What could possibly be going on? He added another person to his list of people to see today, then bent to the task of clearing the table. Once done, he headed to Sickbay for his afternoon of doing the doctor's bidding. As Chakotay walked out the door, he realized that he and Tom still hadn't thoroughly discussed their personal circumstances.

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It was evening. His shift was over. Tom had calmed the Delaney sisters, arranged for various and sundry other crew to switch shifts, read more shore leave reports, including the one written by Megan, and managed to get through several hours without encountering either Harry or B'Elanna. He was proud of himself. And now he was going to reward himself with one large serving of single-malt scotch.
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He'd learned his lesson two days ago. No more overindulging for him. He ran a bath, set his drink on the edge of the tub, and stripped. Tossing his clothes into the ever-growing pile just outside the bathroom door, he climbed into the hot water and took a sip of his drink.
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His thoughts traveled over his daily activities and he wondered if Chakotay had seen B'Elanna. He hoped so. After seeing himself a bloody mess, he'd promised himself that she would never touch him again. His anger was still there. It was different from hers though. He was angry with himself, not with everyone else.
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Sipping more of his drink and wiggling his toes in the hot water, he began to relax. Tom stared at those brown toes and thought they looked pretty good. His gaze roamed over the brown legs and he thought he might be able to pretend that this was his body, after obtaining a next to impossible tan.
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Another swallow of scotch and a few minutes of soaking leached the self-deceptions away, and he admitted to himself that he didn't care if B'Elanna had tried to ruin his fun by putting down his desire to touch Chakotay's body. She'd dumped him and he decided that the commander was right: there was something wrong with her--besides just being half-Klingon and prone to violence.
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Feeling no pain now and not wanting to think about such heavy concepts, Tom finished his drink and set the glass on the floor, out of the way.
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Tom found a half-used bar of soap and sniffed it. Not bad, he thought; no heavy perfume here. He dipped it into the warm water and worked up a good lather, then began to wash.
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As he soaped his chest, his nipples grew hard in picoseconds. He kept rubbing, letting a fingernail or two get in on the action, and before he knew it, a rather impressive cock rose out of the water. Ah, thought Tom, just what he always wanted to play with...a Loch Ness monster of his very own.
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He gripped it with both hands and tried to tame it, but was unsuccessful since it was determined to be its own boss. Tom petted it and stroked it reveling in the sensations it gave him and finally, he just gave up and let it be in charge.
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Using more soap, making his hands--his brown hands--slicker, he opened the drain with his big toe and let the water flow out of the tub. The last thing he wanted to do was drown while he jacked off. The water gurgled away and he concentrated on feeling good. This was Chakotay's body and he wanted to play. To hell with B'Elanna and her sarcasm. "Lights down to twenty-five percent," he called out.
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In the semi-darkness, steam from the hot bath filling the air around him, Tom explored and touched to his heart's content. He rubbed everything from his collarbones south, and found that Chakotay's body had hot spots in interesting places. His fingertips pressed and pinched every square centimeter of smooth skin delighting in the sensations.
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He closed his eyes to feel them all the more intensely, and even turned on his side momentarily to see if Chakotay's ass liked being stroked as much as his own did. It did, on the outside anyway. Briefly, he wondered if Chakotay would enjoy being fucked. Probably not; the guy was straight after all.
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Turning back, he realized Chakotay's dick seemed to have quite a bit of staying power. He teased the foreskin and balls until finally he brought himself to climax, then lay panting in the now cool tub. He committed the information to memory, just in case he might have the unlikely chance to use it in the future, then he called for lights up and took a quick shower before going to bed.
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Once clean and dry, Tom crept between the sheets and wondered what else he could do with this body before the week was over. Visions of Chakotay and him crowded his dreams. The only problem was...he couldn't be sure who was who.

END OF PART 4

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