In Dreams, Part 2


By Britta

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Chakotay awoke very early and headed for the mess hall, hoping for some solitude in which to eat and think.
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He was lucky and the place was nearly deserted. Only Neelix was present and he looked a little worn around the edges as well.
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Concerned, he approached the counter. "Good morning, Neelix. You're here early."
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Stifling a yawn, Neelix replied, "Good morning. I had a restless night. You're here awfully early yourself. What's your excuse, Commander?"
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"Pretty much the same as yours."
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"Well, let's see what I can come up with for breakfast. How hungry are you?"
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"Starved. I'll take anything you've got lots of so long as--"
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"I know. It can't be sentient or whatever it is that you object to. Let me look around." Neelix waved him away after pouring him a cup of tea.
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Chakotay smiled and took his tea back to his table. He warmed his hands with the mug and sat staring at the stars. He had a lot to think about.
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Before long, Neelix brought him a plate with muffins, a variety of fruit and some cheese. After refilling his mug, Neelix said, "Here you are. This ought to do the trick. I have plenty of everything here so if you want more just let me know."
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"Thank you, Neelix."
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"You're welcome." He bustled back to his kitchen and began laying out breakfast for the rest of the crew.
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Chakotay munched and sipped and thought. Of all people to start thinking about sexually, he wound up with Tom Paris. Why? More to the point, why now? Why not years ago?
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Tom had changed over time. Hell, everybody had changed. Maybe it was his perception of Tom that had changed. Well, whatever it was he still had to deal with the fact he was attracted to the man now. He wanted to take him to bed, make love with him and be with him. The urge to touch and taste was so very strong.
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He sighed and chewed on another piece of fruit. The images of what he'd like to do with Tom danced through his mindscape in vivid detail. The pure physicality of it all almost overshadowed the fact that Chakotay had not yet addressed the emotional issues involved.
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Drinking his tea, he forcibly set aside the intensely sensual thoughts he had been enjoying and wondered what, if any, emotional connection he felt to the pilot.
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Before he could explore that topic very deeply, he was startled out of his thoughts when the Captain abruptly sat down at his table.
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Tom did not want to think about his dreams or anything even remotely related to his dreams. Not anymore.
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When he woke up, sticky and sweaty from being chased around his bed half the night, he decided that he would do anything he could to avoid both the subject and object of said dreams.
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He shook his head and stumbled into the shower deciding that he'd go bug Harry instead.
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Ensign Harry Kim was not thrilled to be awakened by his best friend. "Do you have any idea what time it is? I don't have to get up for another hour."
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"Sorry, Har."
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Harry grumbled, "Yeah, right. I'm not interested in food right now. I'm going back to sleep. If I'm lucky, I can catch up with the Delaney sisters again. Kim out."
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Tom shrugged, disappointed with Harry's response but went to the mess hall anyway. He was hungry.
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When he got there, he had a flash of deja-vu as he noted Janeway and Chakotay sitting together and speaking to each other in hushed tones. As he selected his meal, he saw their conversation reach another level of intensity and wondered if she would hit Chakotay again.
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He sat down and watched them, the same as he did before. This time, he paid particular attention to their hands.
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Their heads were close together and their words flew fast and furiously. At no time did he see a smile on either of their faces, just heavy concentration.
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Jeez, this was boring, he thought. At the very least, he hoped for some animation, some sparks, something...negative.
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Then it happened. The Captain raised her hand and brought it to her XO's cheek briefly, the same one she'd struck several days ago, only this time, she moved her hand and turned his head, then leaned over to plant a kiss on the very spot she'd slapped before.
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Tom was amazed.
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He watched her rise and sort of float out of the room, heedless of the crew members watching.
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Tom glanced back at the Commander only to find him staring in his direction again and was shocked by the surge of jealousy he felt. He blushed but this time did not look away.
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He stared at Chakotay until the older man lowered his gaze. He went back to eating his breakfast and refused to think about why he felt jealous.
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Chakotay recalled the other time he'd locked eyes with Paris in a situation similar to this one and mused over how everything had changed.
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He finished his meal and left quickly for the morning staff meeting that would surely be different than any other he'd attended over the years.
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He and the Captain had made their peace and in the process discovered something odd that they both felt should be investigated. Something strange was going on and they questioned whether the entire crew was being affected or just themselves. At today's staff meeting, they would begin seeking answers.
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He arrived and settled into place, making notes on his padd about what happened to himself over the last several days and waited for the others to arrive.
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Lieutenant Tom Paris, ladies' man extraordinaire, sat in the mess hall stupefied as to why he felt like throwing his respected captain out the nearest airlock.
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Where did she get off kissing his dream lover on the cheek?
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Shit. Now he was sure he was losing his mind.
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The Chakotay of his dreams was not the same man he worked with every day. He struggled to remind himself that no matter how distracting his dreams were, they were not real.
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The staff meeting commenced as it usually did. All the section heads gave their reports on how things were going; if there were any problems or expected difficulties in the offing. The fact that most of them were trying to hide yawns and cover the bags beneath their eyes was of secondary importance.
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Everything went relatively smoothly until the Doctor spoke up. "I must report that I had several people come to me last night to request sleep aids."
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Several people ducked their heads and looked elsewhere.
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He looked around the room accusingly and went on, "You know who you are. I wouldn't bring this up if not for the fact that so many of the crew have been asking for them lately. I've run minimal diagnostics on everyone involved so far and have come up with some disturbing statistics." He paused and turned toward Captain Janeway, expecting an answer from her.
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Janeway shifted her eyes away from her chief of security who appeared a little green around the Vulcan gills and replied softly, "I don't know what you're talking about. Can you be more specific?"
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The Doctor frowned as best he could, then answered, "Yes, I can. It appears that a significant percentage of the crew is experiencing some difficulty sleeping. Furthermore, I can extrapolate from the data I have that this is an abnormal reaction to something I have no information about."
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Captain Janeway looked at her holographic CMO and wondered why she'd ended up with such a pain in the neck.
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Her ship's physician continued, "Something odd is going on here and I can't figure out what it is!"
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The Doctor was as upset as she'd ever seen him yet she didn't quite care as much as she used to...there was someone else who needed her attention now.
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Chakotay noticed Janeway's distraction and slid into the conversation smoothly. "Do you have any suggestions, Doctor?"
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"Yes. As a matter of fact I do. I'd like to perform complete physicals on the entire crew to compare their current condition against the last time this was done."
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"That sounds reasonable to me." Chakotay looked over at Janeway. "Captain?"
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She turned her attention away from Tuvok and replied, "Yes, that's fine. I suggest you begin with Tuvok."
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"Very well. Come along, Commander, there's no time like the present." He headed for the door with Tuvok following, then turned to the Captain and stated, "We won't be too long and you will be next. That's a medical order."
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She nodded, traded significant glances with her XO and dismissed everyone.
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As they filed out of the room and took their stations, Janeway ordered, "Scan every square millimeter of space around us as far as our sensors can go. I want to know what's out there."
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Harry nodded once and replied, "Yes, ma'am."
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As they settled in for their duty shift, the mood changed to one of expectation. Surely there was an explanation for the strange events and feelings that had been cropping up in all their lives.
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Before the initial scan was complete, the Doctor requested Captain Janeway's presence in Sickbay. As she rose and headed for the turbolift, she stated, "Inform me immediately if you find anything."
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"Yes, ma'am." Harry redoubled his efforts and tried every trick he knew to extend the reach of their sensors.
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Chakotay sat back in his chair and wondered if something was found, would it explain away all his odd experiences of late? Or was there more, perhaps something personal involved?
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Sighing, he looked around the bridge and noticed everyone being busy at their stations. He looked down at the padd in his hand and remembered he'd been recording earlier. He reviewed what he'd written and glanced up at the pilot who had been so prominent a player in his mental life recently.
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He was stunned to see Tom Paris sitting naked at the conn. He blinked. Paris was still nude. He shook his head. Still not a stitch of clothing covered the man. Oh shit.
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As if his eyesight had been preternaturally enhanced, he saw the pale skin covering the man's upper back along with the freckles that led the way up to the nape of Tom's neck. Oh...how he wanted to play connect the dots, with his tongue--or his dick...it didn't matter which.
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Still, he knew that this couldn't be real and somewhere inside him a voice said that this might be dangerous.
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Before his thoughts could solidify, the doors of the turbolift opened and Tuvok stepped out. Grabbing the opportunity like a lifeline, the Commander quickly rose from his chair, padd in hand, and turned the bridge over to the Vulcan.
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He stepped into the 'lift quickly and said, "Deck five."
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When the lift stopped, Chakotay stepped out intending on making a beeline for Sickbay. What he saw stopped him in his tracks. A Borg, crying.
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He approached her cautiously and asked softly, "Seven? Are you all right?"
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She straightened and replied with all the dignity she had, "It is nothing, Commander. I am merely leaking...again." The tears continued to run down her face and she sniffed once.
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Not willing to take any chances, Chakotay grabbed her elbow and said, "Come with me to Sickbay."
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Before she could protest, he added, "That's an order."
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Seven only nodded as he pulled her along the corridor.
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When they arrived, the Doctor shooed the Captain into his office and took a quick look at the two of them. He whipped out a tricorder and at the First Officer's gesture, studied their resident Borg.
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She was exhausted. He led her to a biobed and sedated her. There would be time later to deal with her problems but first he had to finish with the Captain.
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"Thank you, Commander, for bringing her here. I'll see that she's taken care of as soon as I've finished with Captain Janeway. You may go now."
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"No. I'll wait here until you have time for me." Chakotay went over to another corner of the room, crossed his arms and stood silently while the Doctor frowned.
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"Very well. I'll be with you shortly." The holographic physician turned on his holographic heel and left the First Officer to his own devices.
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Chakotay sighed and looked over at Seven of Nine now sleeping peacefully on a biobed and wondered why she wore high-heels. It probably had something to do with keeping her spinal column in precise alignment. He reminded himself to ask the Doctor about it when he got the chance.
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He turned back and stared at the door to the Doctor's office willing it to open. He was distressed by his hallucinogenic episode and wanted to find out what caused it. He hoped the Doctor could help.
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Chakotay relaxed a bit, leaned against a biobed and waited.
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Suddenly, the doors to Sickbay opened and Tom walked in. He looked around and noticed who was where. Grinning, he approached Chakotay and said, "It looks like we're alone for the moment."
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"So?" Chakotay unfolded his arms and wondered if the Doctor had called Paris down here to assist him.
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Tom moved closer to Chakotay, invading his personal space. "So, I've wanted to do this for days."
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Chakotay tried to back away but had nowhere to go.
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Tom reached out and gripped the back of his neck pulling him forward into a kiss. He felt a tongue slide into his mouth which had opened in shock. The pilot took his time and tasted him thoroughly.
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Chakotay moaned and then remembered where he was. He pushed Tom away and grated, "Not here. Not now."
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Paris backed off, panting.
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The door to the Doctor's office opened and the Captain stepped out. She nodded in his direction and left.
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The Doctor strode over to him and began scanning him. "What seems to be your problem, Commander?"
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Chakotay swallowed once and replied evenly, "I'll tell you but only if he leaves."
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"He?"
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Turning around, Chakotay was surprised to find no sign of Tom at all. Shaking his head and sighing heavily, he responded dejectedly, "I've been hallucinating."
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Tom sat at the helm, bored. He noticed the handing over of the bridge to Tuvok and felt annoyed. Why did Chakotay want to leave so quickly? Was he on his way to check up on the Captain? The Captain who had kissed him on the cheek in the mess hall?
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Fuck. Where were all these weird feelings coming from?
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He punched in a slight course correction with a little more force than necessary and the panel complained.
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"Is there a problem, Lieutenant?" Tuvok's flat voice cut into his thoughts.
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Frowning, Tom replied sullenly, "No, sir."
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Tuvok just gave him 'the eye' and let it go.
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He went back to thinking and tried not to let his frustration get the best of him. Letting out a long breath, he admitted to himself that once he'd become used to the idea, the dreams where he'd been with Chakotay had felt pretty damned good. Why it was Chakotay he'd been snuggling up to he wasn't prepared to deal with at this point but he did acknowledge he was curious about the man.
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Hell, they were only dreams, right? Maybe he could satisfy his curiosity in the dream state, then get over it and move on...go back to women, where he felt more sure of himself.
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It sounded like a good idea but he had no way of knowing how to put it into practice. Shit, all he really wanted to do was find out if the guy was a good kisser. It had been his damned tongue licking and tormenting him all week long. It was only natural that he'd want to find out what it could do. Wasn't it?
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He checked his data again and saw nothing but clear space ahead. More dullness; no fancy flying needed today.
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Tom let his mind go and pictured what he would do. He'd go up to Chakotay, face to face, tell him what he wanted, then he'd touch him, feel his muscles a little and lay his lips over the other man's. He would trap him, corner him so that his wily tongue could not get away, this time.
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He wanted to capture that mouth and its inhabitant; wanted to pay back that which had been upsetting his equilibrium over the last several nights and teach it a lesson it would never forget.
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He licked his lips in anticipation; it doesn't pay to tease Tom Paris.
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Relegated to his office for the duration, Chakotay looked down at the monitor strapped to his wrist and groaned. Spirits. What was his life coming to? Now he was being watched like a criminal or someone who was suspected of having suicidal tendencies.
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Forbidden to be in charge of the bridge or anything else by the Doctor, since he had admitted having hallucinations, he was stuck here for the time being.
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Damn Tom Paris. Why did he have to show up in his life like this?
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Staring at the padds on his desk, he ate his replicated lunch. He thought back to the Captain's reaction when the Doctor had pulled rank and informed her that he was no longer allowed regular duty.
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She'd commed him and asked who it was in a husky voice. He'd refused to tell her but made it perfectly clear that it wasn't her. She'd snapped back at him and then he felt bad for taking his anger out on her. A few apologies from both sides later, she promised to keep him informed of what was happening and offered to listen if he needed to talk.
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He asked the computer for the location of Paris and was told he was on the bridge. Relieved, Chakotay decided to take a nap on the sofa in his office. He was tired. Last night, as he tried to sleep, he kept feeling he was being pushed out of bed and every time he stood up to climb back in, he was shoved aside and wound up on the floor again.
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All he wanted right now was to find some peace. He ordered a privacy lock, removed his boots and stretched out, yawning with fatigue. He soon slipped into the alpha state and relaxed.
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His soft snores muffled the opening of the door and so he did not wake up when the Doctor came in to check on him.
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The Doctor was interested by this puzzle. He had been gathering data from the crew all morning long. There were certain irregularities that intrigued him. He wondered why the Commander and his sometime assistant, Lieutenant Paris, had the connection they did. He observed the First Officer closely while he slept, hoping to witness an episode of their psychic overlap.
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Alas, a watched pot never boils, the Doctor thought, after waiting precisely two minutes. He checked the Commander's vital signs and the monitor to make sure it was working correctly, then left to return to Sickbay where he had more work to do and more people to see.
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As he left the XO's office, he completely missed the signals of physical distress and arousal that the First Officer began to evince.
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By the time he arrived in Sickbay and checked the readouts from the monitor, it was all over and the Commander was sleeping peacefully, although somewhat more stickily than usual.
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Tom spent his lunch break devising strategies. He ate quickly and spent the rest of the time at a terminal looking up such topics as 'lucid dreaming' and how to induce it. Little did he know that in this region of space, he didn't need to do to any research...all he had to do was concentrate on it.
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Chakotay awakened and sat up, discovering his messy condition. He was not pleased.
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Damn.
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His anger grew and directed itself at Paris even though he knew on some level that it wasn't the other man's fault; not really, anyway. How could he blame him for being so attractive?
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Still, he was irritated with himself for having so little control over his own reactions. He felt like a teenager again...and a recalcitrant one at that.
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He frowned and wondered if he could make it back to his quarters without anyone noticing the state of his trousers.
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Checking with the computer on the whereabouts of the people he wanted to avoid most, he stuck his head out the door and looked around.
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All clear.
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He ran for the nearest turbolift and ducked inside quickly. Using his override, he sped directly to his deck and stepped out cautiously. He raced to his cabin and secured the door behind him letting out a long sigh of relief.
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Peeling off his sticky garments, he thought back to how they'd gotten that way. Stuffing his clothing into the 'fresher, a smile came to visit him and he could not get rid of it no matter how much he tried. He fought it hard but felt his dimples emerge anyway.
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Naked, he ran a bath for himself and settled into the water, calling the lights down to a much lower level. In the semi-darkness, surrounded by warmth and wetness, he let the memories of his dream float up to the surface of his mind.
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It had happened so fast that he didn't have a chance to think it all the way through--not until now. One minute he was at his desk in his office, when he decided to take a nap, then Tom was kneeling beside the couch, kissing and stroking him, unfastening his uniform....
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He lay down and got as comfortable as he possibly could, then closed his eyes and tried to relax each and every muscle he had. He was well aware of the monitor he now wore on his wrist and though he hated it, he was also curious if anything would ever show up on the physical logs.
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His eyes closed as he wiggled his toes and pressed his feet against the other armrest. He stretched out and felt his body give in to his intent.
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The next thing he knew, Paris was crouched beside him and touching his face softly. He opened his eyes and wondered how he'd gotten into his office. Could Tom break his privacy lock?
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Before he could ask, he was distracted by soft, light kisses landing all over his face. Every kind of kiss he knew of, from butterfly to Eskimo, played over and around his features. Finally, moist lips found his mouth and a warm tongue sneaked inside.
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A hand traveled south and gently insinuated itself into his pants. He didn't mind although he wanted to pull his lover up off the floor so he could join him on the couch. But, for some reason this seemed impossible though he couldn't figure out why.
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Forgetting all his wants, his attention turned to his needs as the hand deftly stroked him and the lips teased his tongue. Lost in sensation, Chakotay drifted ever farther from reality and came to his climax all over again, only to have the cooling bath water bring him back into the present moment.

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