Game Over


By Britta

Scowling, Tom shook himself back to reality and downed the rest of his beer. He gave Chakotay a head start, then turned to go after him.
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Tom hoped that Chakotay's suddenly leaving the resort indicated that the older man wanted some privacy. At least that would mean he hadn't been rejected out of hand. But maybe it was time to find out for sure.
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As he made to follow, Harry approached him, blocking his way. "Hey, Tom. Haven't seen you around here lately."
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"Not now, Harry." Tom struggled to get past his friend and nearly flew out the door. He didn't even stop to wonder whether he'd been too pushy, or had pissed off his friend yet again--he was that intent on reaching his destination.
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Once at the door to Chakotay's quarters, he paused for a moment and caught his breath, then hit the door chime.
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"Come in," intoned a dull, resigned voice.
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Tom entered the Commander's cabin and saw the man sitting behind his desk as if he were going to knuckle down and get some work done. The only problem was, Chakotay seemed to be staring at the floor, instead of the terminal or the starfield visible through the viewport. And the lights were too low to be of much use.
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He walked over and stood beside Chakotay, silently waiting until the man turned to acknowledge him. When the dilated, nearly black eyes met his, Tom tilted his head in a mute question.
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Chakotay got to his feet and stood very close to him. "I want you. But you know that already." A hand moved tentatively toward his face, then stopped before it could touch.
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Tom frowned, yet nodded anyway.

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Chakotay stood there, looking Tom over from head to toe, and considered why his sometime lover had come here. Was this a showdown?
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Maybe it was time to throw out the old rules of engagement entirely. Chakotay gently pushed Tom away from him and motioned toward the sofa. Tom backed away a bit unsteadily, but refused the seat he was offered with a shake of his head.
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Chakotay opted to stay on his feet as well and moved back a pace, then asked, "What do you really want from me, Tom?"
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Panic chased confusion across the flushed face of the man who had won all their bets--who, every single time, had had his way with him. Why hadn't their dynamic changed, wondered Chakotay. Why had Tom always given more than he'd taken when he could've exacted any payment he desired?
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The thing of it was, he had no idea if Tom could handle what he had in mind. Still, all he could do was be honest and try to find out. He began by extending his hand. Remaining silent, he waited to see if Tom would take it.

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Tom Paris, flyboy extraordinaire, and gutsy wonder of two quadrants, nearly shit his pants when faced with Chakotay's honestly proffered palm. What did the man want? He began to sweat as he faced the Indian he'd controlled on many, though sporadic, occasions.
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Chakotay stood there, right hand extended, waiting patiently for him to do something. Tom licked his lips and swallowed his pride along with the fear of possible reprisals. If he had to go down, then now was the time to do it. He looked into Chakotay's eyes and tried to see his soul, for reassurance if nothing else, then he lifted his right hand and set it atop Chakotay's.
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For a moment nothing happened, then both of them let out the deep breaths they'd been hoarding in their lungs. Chakotay slowly rubbed his thumb over the back of Tom's hand and moved half a step closer.
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Going rigid as the older man moved, Tom was surprised when all Chakotay did was bring his other hand up to gently rest it over his own. Brown eyes peered at him as a deliberately gentle voice inquired, "What are you afraid of, Tom?"
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Sucking in a giant lungful of air, he relaxed minutely and replied, "You."
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"Why?" Chakotay rubbed Tom's hand and slowly moved up to massage his wrist. "Tell me what you're afraid I would do to you--if you let me."
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One hand moved away from his own and began to unbutton his shirt. Tom felt mesmerized for some reason, yet his terror fled as the tips of Chakotay's fingers bared his skin. He wasn't sure what to think or how he was feeling, so he frowned and attempted the patented Paris glare as a matter of course.
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The only response was a small smile from Chakotay's mouth and then the capable, efficient fingers that tugged at his clothes increased their speed. Before he knew it, he was naked.
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Blinking, he glanced down to his left and saw his clothing lying on the floor. Automatically, he reached for Chakotay to strip him as he'd done so many times in the past. But, his plaything moved beyond his reach and Tom became aware that this time he wasn't choreographing their dance.
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When he realized the extent to which he'd given up control, Tom got scared all over again. He'd never had a lapse like this before. What was it about Chakotay that could do this to him?
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Cool air wafted between his legs and across his chest as he watched the man whose life he still owned remove his own clothing. When Chakotay was nude, Tom found his voice and answered the earlier question. "I'm afraid that you'll either kill me..." Tom took a deep, nervous breath, "...or love me."

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Surprised by that amount of honesty, Chakotay rested his hands on Tom's shoulders and brought their bodies close to each other, so that their bare chests just touched. Wending one hand along the back of Tom's neck, Chakotay admitted, "I've wanted to do both."
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Tom didn't flinch at that statement, but his eyes grew wider when Chakotay drew his other hand down to rub a path from shoulder to hip, caressing the side of Tom's rib cage as he went. His thick fingers wound their way into the soft hair that grew at the base of Tom's skull and Chakotay relished the sensation of each and every short strand.
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Chakotay wanted to feel all of Tom, and it appeared that Tom was in the mood to let him for once. He shifted his right hand to snake its way between their bodies and gently began exploring Tom's cock. It was hard, so he surmised that Tom wasn't exactly frightened any more. He stared at the blond, blue-eyed bastard that had kept him in thrall for years, then he smiled at him and tightened his grip.
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Gasping with unexpected pleasure, Tom rasped out, "So what are you going to do?"
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"What do you think?" Chakotay broke their shared stare and ran the tip of his nose along Tom's jaw, up to his ear. He inhaled the Paris scent, at least that's how he thought of it, and wondered if the Paris flavor would meet or beat his expectations.
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As his tongue crept out to sample the soft skin of Tom's neck and moved to taste the closest freckle, his beloved tormentor moaned and managed to say, "I think you're going to kill me by loving me to death. Right?"
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Chakotay removed his hand from Tom's cock and grabbed Tom's ass, pulling them together and grinding their matching erections against each other. "I will only do what you ask of me, Tom."
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"Oh god, why? Just do what you want!" Tom's anxiety showed itself loud and clear with his statement.
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"I only want one thing for myself," Chakotay murmured, "and after I take it, the rest is up to you." He used his hands to rub those places that he'd always wanted touch: Tom's face and ass.
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Blue eyes flicked open then quickly scanned his own and closed again. Tom said dispiritedly, "Take what you want, whatever it is, I owe you."
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Chakotay didn't like that; it wasn't the response he was hoping for. He brought both hands up to the sides of Tom's face and stated, "Open your eyes and look at me."

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Warily, Tom did as he was told. He stood there and waited as Chakotay's eyes searched for something in his own, and suddenly he felt a wave of excitement pass over him. Whatever Chakotay wanted couldn't be that bad.
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He thought over every encounter they'd shared and knew he hadn't ever done anything to hurt the man. And somehow he knew now that Chakotay wouldn't hurt him. It would be okay. They could maybe suck each other off, then go back to being fellow officers on this weird ship of theirs. He'd just have to find another game to play with Chakotay, since it was clear that they'd moved beyond the old one.
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Chakotay stared at him as if watching the thoughts pass through his eyes. Could the Indian read his mind, sense his relief at his latest conclusions? A frown creased the brown face briefly and Tom began to worry again. What if his conclusions were wrong?
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"Tom?"
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"Yeah?"
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"Prepare to be boarded."
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Before Tom could make sense of that statement, Chakotay placed his lips on his and proceeded to gently yet thoroughly ravish his mouth. Tom had never been so completely kissed in all his life, and it was all he could do to remember to breathe. Worse yet, the kiss went on and on until he forgot to think, forgot to be afraid, and forgot that he wasn't going to admit what he wanted.
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When he felt Chakotay's fingers covering his body in myriad patterns, he gave up all hope of keeping his desires to himself, and wrenching his lips away from Chakotay's for a few brief seconds, he whispered, "Fuck me."

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Chakotay was so overwhelmed by the luxury of being able to taste and touch Tom that the words didn't penetrate his brain until minutes later. When they finally did sink in, he stopped licking Tom, then sniffed at him appreciatively and inquired, "Are you sure that's what you want?"
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"Yes, damn you! It's what I've always wanted!"
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Seeing those blue eyes flashing fire at him, Chakotay met that heat with his own and replied with a growl, "All you had to do was ask. If I had only known, I wouldn't have waited so long to say...."
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Tom held onto Chakotay tightly, even somewhat nervously, and his voice betrayed this as he inquired, "Say what?"
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Chakotay hauled Tom into his bedroom and pushed him onto the bed. Although Tom was sprawled out invitingly, his vulnerability was very obvious. Chakotay crawled over Tom's pale but pink body, then he leaned down for another soul-deep kiss and whispered, "Game's over. We've both won."

THE END

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