Bait and Switch, Part Nine


By Britta

Chakotay's lips reached for Tom's and found them. They were so soft; like tiny pillows filled with warmth. He felt strange, kissing himself, but at the same time he was turned on by it. The body he was making love to might have been his own, but Tom was inside it.
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Chakotay understood how and where to touch the man to elicit the best and most intense sensations. He knew how to make Tom moan. Hearing it was another thing though.
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Pulling back, he gazed into his own brown eyes and was stunned by the heat they contained. Did he really look like he was about to burst into flames when he got aroused? Amazed and awed by the sight, he continued to strip, lick, and stroke his way down the body that used to be his, but now was on loan to Tom.
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He had to find out what he sounded like when he came, and to that end, he decided he could suck his own cock--just this once. After that, he would fuck himself just so he could see the look on his own face. Gods, he would only have this opportunity once in his life; he'd be stupid to let it go by without taking advantage of it.
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Hands threaded uncertainly through the thinning, blond hair he now wore, but he didn't stop to think about what Tom was going through. Instead, he bit his own dark nipples the way he wished someone else would--with just the right amount of pressure and sharpness of teeth. Gods, he wished he could be in two places at once. On a purely physical level, he would love to be in his own body to enjoy what he alone knew how to give.
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Tom was making noises he'd never heard before and it turned up his passion considerably. Chakotay moved down, skipping his navel, and zeroed in on his cock. Seeing it up close and angry was a new experience for him. It was a challenge to greet it head on.
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He wanted to know what it felt like to have his own dick in his mouth. Already knowing what he tasted like, both before and after he came, it was more important to find out what the other senses experienced. He reached out with a hand and gripped the hard length, then opened his mouth and sucked it inside.
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Gods. This was too weird. He didn't think he could go through with it. After one long, tasty suck, he'd had enough. Rising, he sat back on his haunches and breathed heavily.
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Tom looked up at him and said, "Too much for you, huh?"
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Starting to shake, for a variety of reasons, he replied, "Yes, for now."
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"Still want to fuck me?"
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"Not yet."
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Tom sat up, and said, "Then maybe it's my turn."
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Chakotay just shook his head and replied, "You don't know what you're letting yourself in for."

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Tom didn't care and nearly tore Chakotay's clothes off he was that excited. He wanted to get his hands on his own body for only one reason--because Chakotay was living in it.
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He figured that if they were in their own bodies, he'd never get a chance to fuck Chakotay. Well, maybe he would, but he couldn't count on it. But now, if he could be on top, he'd know--they'd both know--how great it would feel.
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Tom knew his own body intimately and decided that making the commander fly would be a good thing in the long run. Besides, he'd find out what Chakotay would feel when fucking him. That was something he wasn't about to forego, no matter what.
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When they were both naked, he eased himself on top of the older man and rubbed against him, feeling the hairs on his chest tickle the smooth one he now inhabited. He called the lights off completely and whispered, "Don't think about anything. Just feel what I do to you." Then he found the other's mouth and kissed him lightly. "Think about who I am, not who I look like."
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Chakotay's only reaction was a minute relaxation of his whole body. He didn't say a word.
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Tom let his fingers caress his own face, and realized his eyes were closed. Good. Chakotay was going to allow him to do this.
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He pulled out all the stops as he touched his body in the ways he liked best. It was both easier and more difficult in the near darkness. The light from the planet below shone through the viewport in the commander's bedroom and Tom tried to imagine being both inside and outside himself.
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After kissing Chakotay until their breaths mingled into one long and continuous shared rhythm, he nudged his body over onto its left side and began stroking it as if he were all alone and pleasuring himself. It was easier this way. Although his reach was a little off, it still felt more familiar than if he came at it from the front.
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Chakotay remained silent except for the soft moans he emitted involuntarily, and Tom knew then he was doing it right. He nibbled the back of his own neck and whispered, "Where do you keep the lube?"
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"Tom?" Chakotay sounded uncertain.
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"I'm going to fuck you, Chakotay." As the man tensed in his arms, he continued, "Don't worry. I know what I'm doing. Besides, my body enjoys it, and I know how to do it so you'll enjoy it, too. Now where's the lube?"
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A small chuckle preceded Chakotay's answer. "In the drawer to your right."
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As Tom reached over to retrieve the tube, he felt Chakotay shaking. Was the guy that scared?
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Tube in hand, he kissed Chakotay several times, drawing it out, using his oral expertise to reassure. Finally, he said, "If you don't want me to do this, say so."
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Blue eyes opened and Tom tried to peer into their depths. He felt strange doing it, but that was nothing after the last few days. Chakotay's arms came up around his neck and pulled him down into a hug. The older man said, "I'm not nervous, Tom. It just strikes me as funny and ironic."
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Inhaling his own scent, Tom asked, "What does?"
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"This whole thing." Chakotay shifted until Tom straddled one leg. "I've wanted to bury my cock in your ass for years. And now it's going to happen, but I won't be the one doing the fucking."
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Tom greased his fingers and as he probed, inquired, "Years, huh? It's been that long?"
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One finger made its way inside and Chakotay sucked in a deep breath, then hissed, "Yesss."
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"Yes to what?" Tom teased with both his voice and his finger.
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"Ahhh, yes to everything. Gods, do that again!"
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"What? This?" Tom stroked gently, feeling his prostate gland from this perspective for the first time.
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"Mm hmm."
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Tom laughed to himself. Chakotay was putty in his hands. He only hoped the guy would remember all these moves for when it was his turn and they were back where they belonged.
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He took his time stretching the muscles, occasionally giving them a rest while he pinched his nipples and stroked his cock. If he could make Chakotay enjoy this enough, perhaps he could do it again once they'd been switched back.
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Chakotay brought a hand up to cover Tom's. "Stop. I don't want to come yet."
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Removing his hand, which had been on autopilot, pumping his own familiar cock, Tom leaned down for a kiss. Then he moved lower and bit the side of his neck in a spot he knew would get a reaction. Chakotay gasped and clutched at him, pulling him to lie between spread legs. He lowered his head for another kiss, this time a long one, savoring his own taste and aroma. Tom felt his erection throb with anticipation and said throatily, "Okay, Chakotay, I'll let you wait a little longer."
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They kissed and grabbed each other; Tom felt hands on his ass, pulling him closer until he couldn't stand it any more. He moved off and rolled Chakotay onto his side again.
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Chakotay's dick was big, and the whole time Tom was smearing lube on it, he was imagining how it would feel stuffed inside his ass, filling him. Well, he thought, 'I guess I'll have to wait a couple of days for that pleasure.'
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He then aimed at his target and began to press inside. "Ready or not, here I come."

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Gods, it was enormous. Chakotay felt as if someone were shoving a phaser rifle up his butt. The head popped in and Tom stopped, panting harshly in his ear.
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"Relax, will you? Remember that you're me right now."
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"How's that going to help?" Chakotay grated out.
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Tom pushed forward slightly. "I like doing this, Chakotay...even if you don't. My body has taken bigger ones than yours and they didn't hurt me. You just have to relax. Let it happen. Don't fight it--don't fight me."
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Chakotay thought about it for a moment, then replied, "You really like this?"
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"Love it, if you must know. And so will you, if you give it a chance. I can tell you're a top, but think about it--now you can find out what a bottom gets out of it. Then who knows, maybe you'll become a switch, like me." Tom pushed in another few centimeters. "Just relax and enjoy."
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Fat chance, thought Chakotay. Still, he tried to relax the muscles that were not really his. Tom's hand moved up to caress his chest, then squeezed his nipples hard causing him to rediscover that lightning bolt to his groin that he'd found a few days ago. The hand moved down to torment his navel, and the tickling sensations were so new and different his mind was distracted from the invasion of his ass.
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Finally, as his balls were rolled and pulled, the pleasure overwhelmed him, and he breathed out allowing Tom inside him all the way. A minute of consideration passed, letting him adjust, then Tom moved.
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It was amazing. Tom was inside him, in more ways than one. The sensations were incredible, so intense, Chakotay forgot who he was. Just then, Tom brought him off; the first of what would be three times in succession. Gods, maybe being quick on the trigger, and quick to recover, had its advantages after all.
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By the time Tom had finished with him and had come deep inside his ass, Chakotay felt like a peeled potato that had been boiled too long. He fell apart in tiny, flaky pieces in his own bed.
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Muted laughter danced around the edges of his consciousness as Tom cleaned him with a warm, damp cloth. He had just enough energy to clasp his pillow and become aware of the arms wrapped around him. He barely heard Tom's merry whisper, "So was it good for you, too?"
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"Mmmf," he managed to mumble, and then oblivion claimed him.

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Tom was pleased to see Chakotay on the Bridge in the morning. Janeway seemed to be pleased as well, although for a different reason.
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He sat in the chair next to the captain and performed his First Officer duties, such as they were. Every time he looked up at the back of his own head, he noticed his neck turned red. Could Chakotay feel his eyes?
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Smiling at everyone who came near him, he plotted out his plans for the day, and the night to follow. Now that they had broken the ice, he vowed to get more adventurous. They had less than two days left of their punishment--so to speak--and he wanted to make the most of it.

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Chakotay wasn't the least bit surprised when Janeway caught up with him at lunch. He'd half expected to be called into her Ready Room all morning long.
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She slid onto a chair facing him and set her tray down with a plop. "I get the feeling that you and Tom are successfully working out your differences."
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He met her inquisitive stare with a warm one of his own and replied with a smile, "I think you might be right."
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She smiled back. "Good. I'm glad to hear it."
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Chakotay scanned the room, took a bite of something titled 'lunch-meatless', and inquired, "How are things going with our new friends on the planet?"
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"Very well. With their help our repairs will be done sooner than we expected."
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"That's good news." He took a drink of his tea and watched as Tom entered the Mess Hall, only to be targeted by B'Elanna and hauled off to sit with her.
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Janeway craned her necked to follow Chakotay's gaze then said, "I hope she doesn't lay into him again. I'd hate to throw her in the brig at this point."
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He patted her hand and said, "I wouldn't worry about it too much. She knows which end is up. Besides, she wouldn't do anything to louse up her chance to deal with the alien engineers."
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"I hope you're right," the captain said worriedly. She ate quickly, then left.
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Chakotay kept an eye on his new lover and his old friend as he finished lunch and prepared for his afternoon shift in Sickbay. As he rose to take away his tray, he saw B'Elanna stand abruptly, shoulders rigid and anger visible in every muscle she owned.
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Before he could do anything, she whirled on her heel and stomped away. Tom just sat there, looking for all the world like Commander Chakotay under the strictest of physical control. At least, that's what Chakotay thought as he hustled over, trying to look like a concerned Tom Paris.
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He set his tray down and said softly, "Are you all right? What happened?"
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Tom unclenched his fists and took a deep breath. "It was nothing. She was just giving me a hard time."
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"How come?"
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"She wants me back," Tom said in low voice.
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Chakotay felt a sense of loss so acute he was shocked. He hadn't planned on his feelings getting involved to this extent. But, then again, when had he ever taken the time to really examine his feelings where Tom was concerned? Shoving it all aside for the moment, he asked, "What do you want?"
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"I told her no. I want you," Tom declared.
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Before Chakotay could say anything, they were commed, "Commander Chakotay, Lieutenant Paris, please report to Sickbay immediately."
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They touched their badges simultaneously and said, "On my way."
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As they stepped into the turbolift, Chakotay was grateful for the fact that they were alone, and said, "We'll talk later, okay?"
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Tom nodded, then kissed him quickly.
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Chakotay was smiling as they walked out the door toward the Doctor's domain.

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Hiding his own smile, and trying to look commander-like, Tom led the way into Sickbay. "We're here, Doctor."
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The EMH had Crewman Geron cornered behind a biobed. Tom thought his Bajoran friend appeared near panic. He felt Chakotay tense at his side. The young man was one of Chakotay's old crew and he knew his CO was fiercely protective of him.
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The Doctor was wielding a hypospray and moving slowly toward his prey. Geron's uniform was wiggling in odd places as if he had something in addition to his own body inside it. Tom stepped forward and said, "What's this all about?"
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"Don't let him do it, please!" Geron cried out.
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Chakotay spoke up as he moved in the other direction. "Do what?"
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Tom motioned for the Doctor to stop, then turned back toward him. "What are you up to?" he demanded in a low voice.
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"I am trying to capture the creature this young man brought back with him from the planet. I want to study it. I know it's a member of the crew, but it's the smallest one yet." The Doctor looked at Tom with all the zeal of a researcher burning in his holographic eyes. "I won't harm it if that's what you're worried about," the physician whispered back.
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Shaking his head, he glanced over to Chakotay who had kept Geron out of hearing range. Chakotay seemed to read his thoughts and his lips twitched a time or two. His eyes seemed to say, 'The ball's in your court.'
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Tom sighed inwardly as he walked over to Geron. "Tell me who it is."
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Geron's jaw dropped and he stopped moving away. The Doctor pursed his lips and stepped back even further, easing the tension in the room. A tiny pair of bright red eyeballs above a long nose poked out of the sleeve of Geron's uniform. "It's, um, Dalby, sir."
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"All right," Tom said soothingly. "Why don't you come over here and let him out?" He led a shaking Geron over to a biobed.
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"How did you know, sir?" Geron asked. The pale Bajoran went willingly, letting Dalby, who now resembled a small rat, out on the biobed.
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Tom smiled, "I'm the First Officer. I know everything." He flicked his eyes at Chakotay, who was also trying not to laugh, then asked, "How long?"
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Geron mumbled, "Two days."
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"I see." Tom looked over to see the Doctor and Chakotay conferring in whispers. "How about we get you a small cage for him until it's time for him to change back?"
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"Oh, thank you, sir. That would be great." Geron was beaming with relief.
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Tom looked at Dalby again. The aliens really knew how to pick 'em. "I want a full report of the events that caused this within one hour." Geron nodded and he continued, "Furthermore, his cage will come out of his rations. Understood?"
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"Yes, sir. Thank you again, sir."
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Tom walked over to the physician and Chakotay, and explained what he'd suggested. Chakotay nodded his approval and the Doctor cleared his throat, "That's fine with me so long as Dalby goes through a complete physical both now and later."
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The rat-like Dalby skittered up Geron's arm and perched on his shoulder, then tried to dig his way inside the young man's turtleneck.
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"Crewman, keep hold of your friend, I'll be right back with a cage and some food for him." At the Doctor's words, the little rat appeared to relax, and let Geron take him into his hands.
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The situation seemingly under control, Tom whispered in Chakotay's ear, "I'll see you after shift."
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"Count on it," Chakotay whispered back.
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Tom left Sickbay with a lightness in his heart and hope in his soul. Those feelings, along with a tingle in his pants, got him through the afternoon without frowning once.

END OF PART NINE

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