Fragments, Part Nine


By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM

Chakotay looked at Paris, and Paris was relieved to see him accept what he’d just said totally. “Then we’d better speak with the other Voyager right away.”
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“If the Doctor is right about the timeline, we have thirty hours until the Cartilians attack.” Paris said.
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“Chakotay to Engineering. I have a Cartilian communicator I need operational, now.”
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“Aye, aye, sir.” came Seven of Nine’s response.
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The two ensigns who examined the Cartilian communicator were in equal parts skeptical and confused. “This is a communicator?” one of them asked, and that about summed up their evaluation.
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“It’s what Dr. Shudan called it.” Chakotay said after a time of this babble.
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“But sir, it can’t be a communicator.” the ensign said. “Sir, this is a Cartilian’s tachyon drive cell.”
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“Drive cell?”
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“Yes, sir.” The ensign said. “I recognize these readings as part of the Cartilian’s drive signature. Dr. Shudan didn’t give us a communicator. He gave us an alternative to warp drive.”
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“I see.” Chakotay mused. “How long to make it operational?”
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“We’d have to reconfigure the entire warp drive. And once we try to test it, the Cartilians will recognize what we’re doing.” the ensign warned. “We’ll have to hook it in, turn it on and hope.”
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Chakotay mused and then said, “Make it so.”
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They took the device off to Engineering and Paris and Chakotay left to go to the bridge. “If we’re going to fight the Cartilians, we’ll need our weapons back on-line.” Chakotay said. “I’ve been ignoring their repair in favor of replicating supplies for our future home, but that no longer seems to be an option.” Chakotay slapped his communicator. “All officers to the Briefing Room, stat.” he snapped. He looked at Paris.
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As he settled in, Paris looked about. The group had barely changed, losing only Janeway and B’Elanna. Seven usually attended these meetings, though now she wore a new title, and Chakotay was wearing two hats as Captain and First Officer. It was like the two were merely missing, and would be back soon, and they were filling in until then. It made some sense, since this Voyager was beyond repair.
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“Seven, how long until the Cartilian drive is operational?”
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“I have only a preliminary estimate. Anywhere from twenty-four to thirty-six hours.”
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“Twenty-nine hours.” Paris confirmed. “We have the benefit of future knowledge here.”
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“Agreed.” Chakotay said. “We know the Cartilians will attack us, and when. We can at least maximize our efforts accordingly.”
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“Our ship will not withstand such an attack, even if we assume that no more than the Cartilian ships in this area will be involved.” Seven said. “The question becomes how well Dr. Shudan covered up his theft of their drive cell.”
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“Yes.” Chakotay said. “What if we could get help from the Voyager where Tom came from?”
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“Their assistance would have to come from outside the array.” Seven said. “And we have seen that the array is nearly impregnable....” She drifted off, then said sharply, “Captain, I have an idea.”
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“What is that?”
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“We do not use the drive cell on Voyager. Instead, we use it to launch a photon torpedo at one of the array’s main modules. If this is followed-up with a tachyon beam from the other Voyager, then a breach in the array will exist long enough to permit them to enter.”
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“And what happens then?” Paris said. “Normally an alternate has no trouble existing in the other universes, but this particular universe we are in is deliberately kept solitary. You enter the confines of the array, and you...of course! The timelines would merge.”
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“Precisely. We would become one with the other Voyager.” Seven affirmed. “The array is nearby, we could reach it and be ready to launch the probe in twenty-nine hours.” Seven looked at Paris. “The time limit you have given us.”
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“We would have to hold off the Cartilians long enough to let the other Voyager enter the array.” Chakotay said. “Can we?”
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“I may have had my memories of temporal technology removed, but my knowledge of Voyager’s capabilities is unimpaired.” Seven said, as casually as if the loss of a few memories were something that happened every day. Perhaps, Paris mused to himself, when she was with the collective, it did. “I can arrange several military surprises for them, provided I am allowed to treat this Voyager as if it were expendable.”
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“But if we are going to merge with the other Voyager, then we are.” Chakotay said. “Expendable, I mean. Except for Paris, who has no alternate to combine with.”
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“I’ve never thought of myself as being expendable.” Paris grinned a mirth he did not feel.
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“Nonetheless, when the battle starts, I want you someplace safe.” Chakotay said. “What about the rest of us? Doctor, you’re the best expert we have right now on the Cartilian’s temporal abilities. What happens when our timelines merge?”
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“We should experience a combination effect.” The Doctor said. “All members of the crew would be left with duplicate memories. The stronger memories will repress the weaker ones to become dominant. Even in the inanimate objects, their integrity will be weakened. The other Voyager will take on at least some of the damage we have sustained. Perhaps even some of the casualties.”
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“The more reason to talk with them.” Chakotay said. “Kim, any revisions on the estimate of when you’ll be done with the tachyon beam?”
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“I’m afraid not, sir.” Kim said. “Another thirty hours, at least.”
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“Putting us right up against the time limit. How can we communicate with that other Voyager? Unless they’re poised to enter Cartilian space, we might as well save our effort.”
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“This is where I come in.” Paris said. “If we can push me into temporal displacement, I ought to be able to end up on their ship for a brief period. I can talk to them for at least a few moments.”
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Chakotay looked at Paris, and Paris saw the concern in his eyes, but he was a commanding officer used to tough decisions; he made the right one. “Doctor, can you cause Paris to become deliberately displaced, temporally?”
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“We may have some chance of that if we could figure out what caused his earlier displacements.” the Doctor said.
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“What elements would cause him to become displaced?”
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“Increased neural activity, for example, combined with electrical stimulation of his body.” the Doctor said. “Such as epilepsy. It was one of the proposals advanced by Dr. Shudan, the Cartilians suffer a similar condition with similar temporal effects. I had to assure him that Mr. Paris had no history of epilepsy.”
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“So you want to give me a...what was it called. A fit?” Paris asked.
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“Induced epileptic seizure.” the Doctor affirmed. “It ought to work.”
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“But I went into temporal displacement several times without ever going into a fit.” Paris said. “Couldn’t we figure out what caused that?”
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“Can you recall what you were doing the other times you slipped temporally, which may have contributed to the displacement?” the Doctor asked.
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Paris opened his mouth, and then closed it. “I know something which may have contributed to it, yes.”
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“Excellent!” the Doctor was pleased. “Try doing it again and see if that causes the displacement you wish to precipitate. I could monitor you and make sure you weren't at undue risk.”
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“That won't be necessary.” Paris said. “I'll need the Captain's help, though.”
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“Mine?” Chakotay took a moment to realize Paris was referring to him. “Why do you need my help?”
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It was a good thing that everyone was looking at Paris for his answer, because Chakotay figured out the missing element at that moment. Interesting, when Chakotay blushes, he turns almost purple, Paris thought. “Let's just say that I do. Doctor, what can you tell us about the way the Cartilians keep their space on a single timeline. What happens when the other Voyager comes through. We meld into one, you say, but how?”
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“Both ships ought to become temporally fluid.” the Doctor said.
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“Could that damage us?”
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“It shouldn't.” the Doctor said. “You might say that being temporally fluid, dividing constantly, is our normal state and we are currently being kept in an abnormal state. But it will make for some interesting observations. Both ships should set all possible scanning systems to record. Hmm, the systems should send the information to a probe which the other Voyager will leave outside the array, so that the information won't be deleted.”
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“I'll remember to mention that when I go slip-sliding away.” Paris said. Nobody caught his reference to a 20th Century ballad, but he didn't expect them to. “When should I start my attempt at temporal displacement, Captain?”
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“Uh, we should take care of it right away.” Chakotay said and then time everyone did see him turn color, but it wasn't as obvious this time, he didn't blush as much. “Let's all get to work. Ensign Kim, you and Tuvok go to the bridge and plot a course for the array. We'll need coordinates for the other Voyager to match with us as soon as we can. And keep working on that tachyon interuniversal communicator, we’ll need to speak with them face-to-face at the end. Seven, you supervise the installation of the tachyon drive in the photon torpedo and select an appropriate target, coordinating with the bridge. Doctor, you go to Sickbay and prepare for casualties. I'm still not that certain we're going to get out of this so easily.”
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Paris walked out with the others and waited for Chakotay outside. When he didn't appear, he poked his head back in. “Coming?” he asked. “I can't get started without you, you know. Well, I can, but it's not nearly as much fun.” Then he smirked. “I never knew you could blush so easily, Chakotay.”
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“I’ve never been asked to perform upon demand like that.”
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“Well, take it from someone who’s been there.” Paris said. “Once you get started properly, it’ll be a lot easier.”
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Chakotay was silent during their walk back to his cabin. Paris hated the silence, and decided to break it. Passing by the Captain’s cabin door gave him the excuse. “You really ought to move into the Captain’s cabin.” Paris said as they walked by it. “The sooner everyone gets used to the idea, the better.”
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“It doesn’t seem decent, at least not until a proper funeral.” Chakotay said. “I was just getting used to the idea, when you were suddenly brought back to life. Now, I’m afraid to move in.”
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“Thinking she’ll come walking back in the way Harry did.”
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“Exactly.” Chakotay said. “Besides, Voyager is only traveling...mph. Well, we were only traveling a little ways longer, and I decided why bother, when the ship needed all my attention anyway. I’m still uncomfortable being addressed as Captain.”
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They had reached his door and Paris stepped back to let Chakotay go in first. Following that pair of broad shoulders in, Paris speeded up his steps.
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“I mean, look at the meeting. You said you needed the Captain’s help, and my first thought was, why’s everyone looking at me? So I looked around the table and...urf!”
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Paris had grabbed him. He did it, knowing full well what would happen if he did. After all, most of the women he had dated lately had the same response, being trained by Starfleet to be capable of self-defense at a moment’s notice. He had calculated the position very carefully.
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Chakotay, predictably enough, did a twist, grab and throw, and Paris was lobbed by one arm over Chakotay’s back and onto...the bed, on his back and head closest to Chakotay!
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“Well, aren’t you a sweet talker!” he gasped out as he bounced to a standstill. “And I was wondering how to get you to put me on your bed.”
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“Tom, I’m sorry.” Chakotay said. “You grabbed me and I just...I didn’t think.”
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“And now you’re thinking?” Paris asked.
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“Yes.”
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“So cut it out.” He raised his arms up to Chakotay.
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Chakotay knelt by the bed and leaned over Paris, and Paris met his lips. Okay, so this would romantic, not a fierce fuckfest. He could do romantic.
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The hands were all over him, feeling him out, making him feel naked despite his uniform. Touching him everywhere at once, it seemed, like Chakotay was measuring him, making sure he was all there, really there.
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Paris inched down until his head would hang over the bed’s edge if he let it go, but he held it high and pressed into Chakotay’s embrace, that solid, yet moving, embrace.
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“Captain?”
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“Chakotay here.” Chakotay said, slapping his badge.
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“We have the coordinates of the most likely target. It’s at thirty-seven mark eighty-nine.”
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“Thirty-seven mark eighty-nine!” Paris said. “Got it.”
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“It’s one of their central conduits, we think.” Kim said. “If we take it out, several of them might go, leaving a really big hole. Seven says it will.”
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“We’ll take Seven’s word for it.” Chakotay said. “Get to work on the communicator.”
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“Kim out.”
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“Okay, now what?” Paris gasped out.
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Paris’ jacket was opened up now. That left only the white T beneath and Chakotay grabbed the material of the wear-once-and-throw-in-the-recycler undergarment, gave a surprisingly feral grimace and ripped it wide open!
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“Now that’s my kind of action.” Paris said. He would have said more, but Chakotay now had his lips fastened upon Paris’ nipple and was sucking on it hard. Paris let his head fall down, all the way down, to hang it upside down over the bed, while he grunted with the pleasure/pain of those lips, those hungry lips, pulling on his breast. “Unh! Unh! Unh!” he grunted out as the sensations became too strong, until his nipple was a redly-burning circlet on his body, and when it was released, the moisture of Chakotay’s mouth now giving it a cooling comforting breeze from the ventilation system, and now Chakotay was working the rest of his jacket open, tearing off the now-useless t-shirt, and following the exposed flesh with long caressing movements over him, turning his body into an independent, alive animal awakening from a long, long sleep.
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“Oh, God!” Paris groaned and Chakotay shifted, and now Chakotay’s groin was accessible if he could just bend over that way a little bit....
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He hunched and grabbed with one hand and arm (the other pinioned helplessly beneath his body in this position), pulling his face over to meet up with the bulge waiting for him there.
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He gnawed at the material, tasting it. Much better than the others he had tasted. It had a sort of funk clinging to it, heady and masculine in taste. God, that was Chakotay’s cock he was tasting, through the cloth. He hadn’t worn any underwear!
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Chakotay had undone his trousers, and now his cock was standing erect and independent, nestled firmly in the skin between Chakotay’s thumb and forefinger, and Chakotay closed the grip to encircle him totally, imprison him once again. And then the burst of hot wetness as he was engulfed!
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“Agh, yeah!” he grunted.
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Chakotay grabbed him by his ankles and hauled his head back onto the bed, and now Chakotay was lying beside him, and he was free and able to tug at that recalcitrant cloth and free the brown monster within. There was a burst of warm muskiness as he opened the fly and then the long cock was swinging at him, a network of white lines where the foreskin had knitted itself together long, long before, still visible in this tiny way, these lines were the first to contact his tongue and impart their nectar of maleness onto him there.
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The cockhead was a spongy bulb that oozed eagerly at him as he brought it into his oral hangar, and clamped on tight to the human dirigible of manhood, and Chakotay groaned and Paris felt those warm, rich lips speed up, to urge him to faster efforts.
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It would have been so easy to continue like this, so easy. But he needed more than this, which had been experienced before, and was therefore suspect. He pulled away, rescuing his reluctant prick from the hot moist enveloping mouth, and Chakotay’s lips clung to it as a lover’s arms refuse to relinquish the mate upon parting.
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“What is it?” Chakotay asked.
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“If this is going to work, we not only have to make it, we have to make it in some new, exciting way.” Paris said. “That means you get to fuck me.”
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Chakotay seemed surprised. “Sure you want to go through with that? I could try some....”
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“No, we have to do this.” Paris said. Then he regretted. “Try some what? No, never mind, no time. We’ll save it for later, when we can afford to keep me right here and now. Right now, I need to go traveling.”
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“Then take off the rest of your clothes and lie back on the bed.” Chakotay said. “If this is your first time, you’ll need some preparation.”
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Chakotay used lubrication, his fingers, and patience. Paris lay and groaned as his body was increasingly invaded and pushed wider by those swarthy fingers, until his cock pulsed angrily beneath him, forgotten and resentful, until his face was beaded with sweat, until.... “Oh, God, Chakotay, how much more?” he groaned at last. “I can’t wait, damn it! I can’t wait!”
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“Then you must be ready.” Chakotay said.
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Paris felt the thighs slide between his legs with a sigh of relief, felt the arms land on either side of him, felt the first, gentle, warm pressure of the cockhead against his anus. It was like his butt had become an open manhole, the way Chakotay had prodded it open, but even that wasn’t quite enough. There were lines, small wrinkles of pain, as the heavy pud pressed inwards.
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“Ah!” he grunted, and Chakotay stopped, only to go ahead when the feeling eased. It was like Chakotay could feel it, and perhaps he did, feel the way his ass clutched tight, resisted, then relented and gave way once more.
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“There, that’s enough for now.” Chakotay said.
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“There’s more?” Paris asked incredulously. It felt like he had a two-foot-long pole up his butt. “You haven’t gotten it all in yet?”
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“Just the head and a bit of the shaft.” Chakotay assured him. “We’ll leave it at that for now.” And Chakotay began to gently writhe atop him, sending that cockhead back and forth in small, timid movements.
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Paris groaned as Chakotay slid in and out of him. Come on, he told himself, you’ve been fucked before. Remember how it felt in that other universe, Chakotay fucking you and you loving every minute of it? Remember? He forced himself back into that moment, and that helped, and then Chakotay pressed in further, and he was wrenched back into the present.
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“Whatever you were doing, do it again.” Chakotay urged him, holding tight to his newly-gained territory. “You really opened up for a moment there.”
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“Ah, jeez!” Paris grunted. Forget that turgid burning in his ass, forget the pain, remember the pleasure, remember how it felt to ride that brown body, sitting atop him, the heavy pole not an insolent intruder, but a welcomed friend. Feel out how his ass had felt, how it had moved around and given way.
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“Huh!” He grunted as Chakotay shoved in deeper.
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“That’s got it.” Chakotay panted. “That’s got all of it. Get used to it, and then I’ll start in on you.”
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“Start!” Paris half-sobbed. “God! I’m going to burst open!”
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“No, you won’t.” Chakotay said soothingly. “It’s all over now. Just get used to it, and the rest will be easy. Will be gentle. Will be smooth.”
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His golden voice crooned at Paris, and his bowels gave a gurgle and a slip and suddenly everything fit.
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“There you go.” Chakotay said smiling down at him. Paris could feel that big smile shining on his back, along with the sweat that dripped off the huge Indian atop him.
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“Yeah, let’s go.” Paris breathed.
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Now the long schlong slid in and out and this time, there was no pain. There were places where his body proclaimed its violation, but even they had stopped hurting much. Now the gentle strokes were plying along his innards and turning him into seething gelatin puree, he was giving all of himself now.
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“Come on, fuck me.” Paris breathed. “God, it feels good now.”
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“Yes, it does.” Chakotay soothed at him. “Nice and warm. Feel that tingle as I pull out and go back in?
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“Yeah! Oh, yeah!”
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“Feels great, doesn’t it?”
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“Yeah!” Paris groaned. “Come on, harder. We have to drive me absolutely bonkers here. I need to be totally drained before you let me go. Come on, fuck me until you wring me dry!”
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All the little tricks he had used on women to drive them crazy, Chakotay was using on him, and they were all working just great. The wiggle from side-to-side was like a pinball bouncing on diodes of pleasure, the slow curving thrust was a pinata of ecstasy swaying in the breeze, the sharp hunches were a staccato rhythm of delirious desire, and he was going...totally...insane!
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“Oh, oh, oh!” He grunted. He’d never experienced an orgasm like this, it didn’t originate in his prick, it seethed up his backbone, bypassing his groin, which caught the flames and danced in concert, but it was a side issue, it was peripheral, and he was climbing the peaks without his trusty staff of potency, he was ascending the steppes of boiling bliss without the aid of his pole of power, he reached the summit and he crowed with the sheer triumph!
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“Ah, ah, hah-hah-hah...AHHHH!” he gasped out.
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And he was spurting his wads into the sweat-sticky bedsheet beneath him, he was pouring his juices into the abyss heedlessly, he was lost, he was overcome, he was...he was fading!
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Panting into the heart of darkness, he called out, “Captain? Captain Janeway?”
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“Here, Tom, here!” came the voice.
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“Thank God!” Paris moved towards it. Felt his body reassemble itself and said to the pair of startled faces. “I can only stay a moment!”
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“We need to fasten him temporally this time.” Seven said.
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“No!” Paris held up his hand. “If you do that, the other Voyager dies. We have another plan!”
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“I’m listening.” Janeway said.
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Paris rapidly outlined it. “Thirty-seven mark eighty-nine.” he concluded. “Be ready to move inside Cartilian space twenty-nine hours from now. We’re working on a communicator that’ll be operational at the last moment. Just get there, be ready and come in when we blast it open. When you do that, we’ll all survive.”
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“I understand.” Janeway said. She turned to Seven. “Release him.” she said.
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Paris felt himself snap back to Chakotay’s bed. Chakotay was still fucking at him, apparently never noticing the hiatus, and Paris felt him fall on top of Paris’ back, clutch him tightly, groan, and then the pouring-forth of salty seed into his bowels, filling him, taking ownership of him.
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“Huh, huh, huh!” heaved Chakotay in his ear. “Oh, oh, hah, hah, hah!”
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“Oh, man!” Paris groaned.
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“Oh, I’m, I can’t go on.” Chakotay groaned.
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“No need.” Paris said. “I contacted them. You can turn off that comm signal and catch your breath.”
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Chakotay fell heavily to the bed. “Oh!” he grunted thickly, his chest heaving still.
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“You know.” Paris said, as he crawled over to rest his chin on Chakotay’s chest. “I could get to like this kind of intership communication.”
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“Forget it.” Chakotay groaned. “I’d never last.”
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“You rest now.” Paris said. “Then we have to get to work.”
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The hardest kind of work. They would have to wait for their one chance to save themselves.

TO BE CONCLUDED NEXT CHAPTER

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