Bait and Switch, Part 5


By Britta

After spending the entire day stuck in Sickbay cataloging plant samples with possible medicinal properties, Chakotay cornered B'Elanna in the Mess Hall during dinner. He was surprised that she was still aboard ship as she was supposed to be down on the planet, looking after their shuttle repairs.
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As he took his tray over to her table and sat down beside her, he wondered what Tom's day had been like. At her guilty glance, he said dryly, "What? No welcoming smack?"
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"Fuck off." Her eyes darted around the room checking to see who was where. When she seemed satisfied that their conversation was relatively private, she said in a slightly softer tone of voice, "Chakotay, I'm sorry I decked you the other night. I didn't know what was going on."
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Chakotay ignored her profanity; he was used to it. "So that's your excuse? You didn't know I was in Tom's body, and that gave you permission to hit me...and him?"
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She glared at him, yet looked more guilty than ever. Picking at her food and staring at her knife as if it were the key to some sort of exit, she said, "You don't understand."
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He put his hand on her arm and said, "Make me understand. Tell me why you hit us."
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B'Elanna set aside her eating utensils and folded her hands tightly in front of her plate, then said, "Tom wants you. He always has."
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"What!" Chakotay's eyes widened then snapped shut tightly. He moved his hand and held on to the edge of the table, wondering if he had made a fool of himself by speaking so loudly. This could not be happening.
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He heard dishes being shoved onto a tray and then B'Elanna said, "I can see that you didn't know."
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With Tom's stomach beginning to roil like a storm-swept sea, Chakotay thought again about the differences between this body and his own. Then he opened his eyes again and said, "No, I didn't." He tried to hide his overreaction to the news by cutting up the oddly shaped vegetables on his plate. After a moment or two, his eyes met hers and he continued, "What makes you think that?"
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The angry glint in her eye told him he hadn't fooled her with his calm tone of voice. Shaking her head at him, she stated bluntly, "You want him, too. I should've known. What a pair you two are."
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Startled, he inhaled instead of swallowed his mouthful of water, and coughed trying vainly to catch his breath. She gave him a solid thwack on the back, setting him to rights. Eyes watering, he watched as she rose and picked up her tray.
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Before he could even so much as hack out his thanks, she snarled at him, "You two deserve each other." With that pronouncement, she stomped away.
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Chakotay dabbed at his eyes and looked at his plate, wondering if food would ever be appealing again. No, not tonight. Taking a couple of deep breaths, he got up, tossed his meal into the recycler, and blindly left the Mess Hall, completely missing the curious stares aimed in his direction.

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Tom watched as B'Elanna left the Mess Hall, followed shortly thereafter by Chakotay. At first, he thought the commander was pursuing the woman he'd wanted for so long, and his heart had thudded to a stop. Then he noticed Chakotay's expression, and realized the man looked like his world had been turned upside-down. Had she told him? Would she? Yes, he decided. Oh shit.
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Hurriedly dumping his dinner tray, Tom raced to catch up with Chakotay. When he did, he let out a long breath and said, "She told you, didn't she?"
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Chakotay turned to him, nodded, but said nothing.
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The commander appeared to be overwhelmed and Tom wasn't sure what to do. He was too stunned to even be angry with B'Elanna at this point. As he walked beside the older man, his fists clenching and relaxing rhythmically, he thought maybe they should talk. What exactly had B'Elanna said? Why hadn't he seen Chakotay at the helm this morning? And what was Chakotay thinking right that minute?
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They neared his cabin, and just as Tom took a breath to speak, he was commed by Megan Delaney. "Commander! Please come right away! Jenny's--uh Jenny's bird laid an egg, and we have to go back down to the planet soon."
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Oh god, what next? He smiled crookedly at Chakotay and answered, "I'll be there in a minute."
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Megan replied with a heartfelt, "Thank you, sir."
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Chakotay, paler than Tom had ever seen himself, replied, "I can't wait to read the reports regarding those two."
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Tom said, "I want to talk to you--to explain." He frowned at how odd Chakotay appeared. "I'll come back when I'm finished with the twins."
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Nodding, Chakotay stepped into Tom's quarters and the door hissed shut behind him.
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Shaking his head in disbelief at the situation he found himself in, Tom hurried off to see Jenny's egg. Maybe he could solve the problem by simply handing it over to Neelix to fry up for breakfast, but he had a feeling it wouldn't be that easy.

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Chakotay collapsed on the sofa and rubbed his face, surprised at the feel of the pale, almost invisible stubble of Tom's beard. He leaned back and closed his eyes, B'Elanna's voice of accusation ringing in his ears. Perhaps they did deserve each other, but he couldn't imagine a more unlikely person to be paired with than Tom Paris.
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His thoughts would not stop, and the images would not leave him alone. He could picture Tom touching him while he watched. Oh gods. It was so easy to imagine himself, from the inside out, indulging in self-love. Even if the fantasy was surreal, each man in the other's body, there was no doubt in his mind that he wanted Tom any way he could get him.
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He wanted Tom; always had, probably always would. The blond was a sexual magnet and Chakotay's cock was nothing more than a fleshy iron rod. Gods, what was he supposed to do with the knowledge that Tom wanted him as well? It was too sweet a thought.
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B'Elanna flashed through his mind, and for a moment, he felt sorry for her. She would pick the wrong man to love, every single time. As for himself, he would pick the wrong one to lust over. And lust he did.
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Briefly he missed his body; missed the ability to have a slow, lengthy and intense session of masturbation, knowing he could draw it out and enjoy all his fantasies to the hilt. With the information B'Elanna had given him, he had enough mental fodder to last him a long, long time.
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Sighing heavily, he wondered if Tom would return, or whether he should indulge himself and do what he felt like doing. 'Give in,' a voice in his head said. 'You're just a lieutenant. You can afford to relax for a little while.'
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It was still early, and Chakotay decided to listen. If Tom, or someone else needed him, he would be commed. Placating his conscience with that thought, he rose and entered the small bedroom. Calling all the lights off, he stripped and tossed his uniform into the darkness, not caring anymore where it landed.
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The light reflecting off the planet below illuminated the cabin enough for him to see the bed, and the clean sheets he'd put on it last night. He flopped down and got comfortable, then let loose his thoughts.
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Could he do it, if he had the chance? Could he kiss Tom, suck him, and then fuck him, all the while Tom was living in his own body?
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It would be like having sex with himself in a way; masturbation in the extreme.
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Chakotay reached for the erection that suddenly made itself known, and wondered if Tom would go for it.
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Shifting his thoughts away from where Tom actually was, he closed his eyes and concentrated on touching the body beneath his fingertips. The soft chest hair and hard muscles hidden by a wiry frame were enticing. He took his time, careful not to bring himself off too quickly, and explored Tom's body as if it were the first time he'd touched it.
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Varying his caresses from as light as a moonray to as hard as he could imagine, Chakotay found certain places that responded wildly to intense stimulation. Was that why Tom had taken up with B'Elanna? Did he like it rough?
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He stroked a nipple with more strength than he would his own. Shocked by the lightning bolt that raced all the way down to his cock, he was amazed that it felt so good. The notion that Tom might be into pain evaporated into thin air like it had been blown out an airlock. It was just that Tom's body was less sensitive there.
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Tightening his fingers again on the now-erect nipples, he gasped with pleasure, and experimented further. Not all parts of Tom's body were less sensitive than his own--some were more so. Once he discovered them, it didn't take long for him to achieve climax, which he did with a loud groan.
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In mid-orgasmic tremor, he was commed. He answered automatically, then a whispering voice said, "Chakotay?"
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Panting and not thinking who would call him by name at this point, he replied, "Yeah?"
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"What's wrong with you? Are you okay?" Paris' stage whisper finally registered and he realized that he didn't sound normal--well, normal for Paris anyway.
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Taking a deep breath, he centered himself and said, "I'm fine, Tom. What can I do for you?" Chakotay hoped whatever Tom wanted wouldn't necessitate him getting out of bed, but that was not to be.
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"Uh, if you're sure you're okay, I could use a little help. I need you to come by the Delaneys' quarters."
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Damn and double damn. Why now? Chakotay said, "Can't Tuvok or the Doctor handle it?" All he wanted to do was think about what he'd just done.
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"They're both here already. I only called you because the captain is busy having dinner down on the planet with the Minister of Technology." Tom sounded a bit on edge.
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"I see." Chakotay thought fast and recognized that things must be a total mess. "I'm on my way--stall for time. Chakotay out."
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He got up, washed quickly, dressed, and left Tom's cabin in minutes. It was only in the turbolift that he realized they had both used their own names. He hoped no one had overheard them. As he made fast tracks to the twins' quarters, his curiosity increased exponentially.
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Arriving outside their door, he took a moment to compose himself, then rang the chime. The door slid open and he was faced with what looked like a Mexican stand-off; at least that's what his grandfather would have called it before he lost his mind.

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Tom breathed a sigh of relief when Megan let Chakotay into the room. He tensed again, though, when she launched herself into the man's arms and said, "Tom, don't let them do it!"
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He had to give the commander credit for not batting an errant eyelash as he received the full brunt of Delaney flesh rubbing all over the front of him. She was in full defense mode, and that meant she'd unconsciously use all her charms to the greatest effect.
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Chakotay gently put some space between them and asked, "Do what?"
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"Lieutenant? May I speak with you for a moment?" Tuvok's flat tone cut through the hormone-thickened air like windshield wipers on a foggy window of his Camaro.
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Tom watched as Chakotay nodded, and the two of them moved over to a corner of the room. The Doctor smoothly approached Megan and began to speak in soothing tones. He could do nothing but go sit next to Jenny, who was settled into her T-shirt nest on the sofa.
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She seemed agitated, but calmed considerably when he stroked her feathers and said quietly, "I'll do what I can, you know that, don't you?" A half-hearted peck on the back of his hand followed by her laying her head over his wrist was all the answer he got. It was enough though, and he promised himself he would do his best to save her egg.
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When he'd first arrived, he could've cared less about what, in his opinion, was just another bit of food. But after hearing Megan's pleas to save what she called 'Jenny's firstborn' and seeing Jenny so incredibly upset, he'd changed his mind. He never knew birds could be so expressive, or territorial.
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He glanced around the room, noting the quiet yet intense conversations taking place around him, and wondered what would happen. Feeling a beady eyeball bearing its laser-like glare in his direction, he looked down at Jenny with more compassion than he knew he had. After all, it could've been him. He was just lucky that Chakotay had stepped in when he did, back when they'd been down on the planet. If he hadn't, he would probably be attached to some crewmember's leash and peeing on the equivalent of fire hydrants down on the planet below.
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Tuvok's voice interrupted his thoughts. "Commander? I believe we have a viable course of action."
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The Doctor and Megan turned their attention to the sofa and waited for Tom to speak. He gave Jenny a last pat, then said, "Let's hear it."
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The Vulcan cleared his throat and stated, "I shall accompany the Ensigns Delaney back to the planet, while the Doctor takes the egg to Sickbay to find out if it is fertile. If so, he will place it in an incubator and contact me. I will then speak with the Minister of Manners to discern if there are any objections and or hazards inherent in allowing it to remain with us. If there are none, then all that will be needed is Captain Janeway's permission."
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"Hazards?" Tom inquired with a frown.
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With a long-suffering yet entirely Vulcan look, Tuvok replied succinctly, "Think tribbles."
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The light dawned and Tom locked eyes with Chakotay. At his tiny nod, and the barely suppressed mirth reflected on his face, Tom stated, "That is an excellent plan. Megan, can you and Jenny live with it?"
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She turned to him, and producing a pout of slightly smaller proportions than he'd seen earlier, said, "I think it's okay. But I want us to go to Sickbay with the Doctor before we beam down to the planet. I want that egg well looked after no matter what. Deal?"
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Tom scanned the faces of the others in the room and saw Jenny staring up at him. He swallowed his laughter and said, "Deal." A quick flash of mischievousness surfaced and he continued, "Tuvok, you can do the honors and carry Jenny, her nest and her egg to Sickbay. Doctor, you and Megan will follow. When you're certain the egg is safe, the three of you will beam down to the planet and do what you need to do. Any objections?"
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Jenny shook her head and Megan said, "No, sir. But I want the Doctor's word that he'll let us know as soon as he finds out anything!"
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"Don't worry, Ensign, I'll be in touch with Commander Tuvok instantly."
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Megan looked mollified, Jenny pecked Tom's hand lightly once more, and he rose with a smile on his face. "All right, let's go about our business. Lieutenant Paris, I'd like to speak with you privately, if you don't mind."
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Chakotay just nodded.
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They waited until they'd watched the procession walk down the corridor. Once they were out of sight, Tom said, "Thanks for coming by. Megan needed to see a friendly face."
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Chakotay nodded again, but remained silent.
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Tom looked over at the other man, somehow not too upset at seeing his own body, and asked, "Can I buy you a beer at Sandrine's? I feel like I owe you one."
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He ran a hand through his thick hair as all Chakotay did was clench his jaw and nod for the third time.
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Shit, what was wrong now? He thought he'd done okay with things. He'd made up a good excuse for calling himself into the action, but maybe Chakotay hadn't figured that out. Well, he'd just have to explain how close he was to Megan and Jenny. They were good friends to him, almost as good as Harry.
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As they walked down the corridor toward the turbolift, Tom noticed that Chakotay's face looked a bit on the red side, and he wondered why Chakotay didn't speak. Once inside the 'lift, he remembered. B'Elanna had let out his secret. God, what was he going to do about that? No wonder Chakotay was blushing. He was probably furious with him.
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Fuck. Feeling smaller than Jenny's egg, he wished he could indulge in more than one big drink; he had a feeling he would need it tonight.

END OF PART 5

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