The Devil Comes


By Britta

Commander Chakotay, a heartbeat away from being in charge of the Federation starship Voyager, wearily stripped off his uniform. Too tired to put it away, he just let it lie on the floor and performed a short rendition of his nightly routine.
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Exhausted, he crawled into his bed after one hellish day. Among other things, the chief pilot had skated dangerously close to insubordination once again, making Chakotay wonder if it was done on purpose. His bones creaked and his muscles complained silently as he fervently wished that Captain Janeway lived a long and healthy life, for he had no desire to face the demons of the Delta Quadrant alone at the top as she did.
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His mind meandered its way into sleep very quickly, and just as quickly, his rest was disturbed. A coldness filled his cabin and he wondered if the environmental controls had gone offline. Struggling to keep his eyes open, he called for lights, but they only came up to about twenty percent. He reached for his badge, but an icy hand clamped down on his wrist, and with inhuman strength, flipped him onto his back.
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He looked up to see a pair of shining red eyes staring down at him. Lieutenant Tom Paris, naked and aroused kneeled beside him on the bed. "What the-"
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"Be quiet and I'll let you enjoy this. Make a sound, and you'll regret it forever." The tone was so menacing and unlike Paris, Chakotay was stunned into speechlessness. Tom bent down and glared at Chakotay smugly. "That's better. Don't fight me."
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The eyes glowed hotter and the voice grew smoother with each word. Chakotay felt what little energy he had drain away. To his shock and unholy fascination, a long, forked tongue slipped in and out of Tom's mouth, and he watched with lethargic trepidation as his cock was targeted.
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He shivered with unnatural chills and nearly passed out when that slimy, cool flesh touched him. This was horribly wrong. He raised a hand that felt like it weighed thirty kilos and let it drop onto Tom's head. He tried to push the man away only to feel two hard protuberances sprouting from Tom's forehead.
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His vocal chords were useless, he discovered as he attempted to scream. Oh gods, this couldn't be happening! Tom reacted to his interference by changing positions and forcing himself between Chakotay's legs. To his astonishment, there was no pain when Chakotay felt his body being folded into a pretzel. What happened next shattered his rationality completely.
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Something huge, hard, and hot entered his body as he was held immobile by Tom's hands gripping his ankles and pressing his knees to his chest. It felt strange but not terribly unpleasant. A few strokes later it began to feel good and Chakotay looked up at Tom in wonderment.
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Unfortunately, the man was no longer a man. Horns stuck out from his head, his hair was longer and whipped across his flushed face with every powerful thrust. Tom panted, "You're being so good, I think I'll keep my promise."
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As confused as Chakotay was in this wholly surreal situation, he couldn't help but notice a long, thin appendage snake its way around Tom's hip and wrap itself around his half-hard dick. While Tom continued his relentless pounding into Chakotay's ass, the pointy-tipped rope of flesh began squeezing rhythmically and sliding up and down his erection. He moaned involuntarily and Tom smiled in response, showing lots of very sharp teeth.
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Suddenly his haze lifted and he came. With one last lunge, Tom followed his lead and slumped over, crushing him to the mattress. His legs were released and he stretched them out painfully. Damn, Tom's horns were poking him in the shoulder. He shoved hard and found his strength had returned as Tom obligingly rolled off to the side. Still incredibly confused, Chakotay's mind started to shut down.
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His last coherent thought was that he had just been fucked by the devil himself.

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Tom woke up with his lover's hands clumsily groping his ass. Jeez, didn't the guy ever get enough? Yawning, he murmured, "Chakotay, what the hell are you doing?"
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A soft kiss was pressed somewhere in the vicinity of his lips as Chakotay snuggled closer, then a sleepy whisper replied, "Mmm...looking for your tail."

THE END

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