After the Laughter


By Tommyhawk1@aol.com
(c) 2002 by Voyeur. All Rights Reserved.

Illustration of After the Laughter

Paris stomped into the mess hall, frustration covering his face. "Harry!" he called when he saw the familiar face. "B'Elenna! God, am I glad to see you guys!"
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"Tom!" Harry said, sounding somewhat embarrassed. "You're here!"
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"Yeah!" Tom strode over and took a seat, grimaced. "Ouch! I think the doctor should have added a bit more painkiller!"
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"The Doctor has, uh, patched you up?" Harry said, flushing.
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"Yeah!" Tom said. "But that's not why I was looking for you."
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"Looking for me?"
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"Yeah! Am I the only sane person around here any more?" Tom said. "What happened around here while I was stuck with the N'Gimelii?"
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"Well, uh..." Harry was interrupted by a shout.
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"Harry!" Ensign Treganno nearly ran over. "There you are! I've been looking for you! Come on, time to pay up!"
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"Uh, sure!" Harry said, pulling out his pocket computer. "Let's see, you bet...."
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"One hundred replicator rations on the nose!" Treganno said. "You should have read the N'Gimelii database before setting the odds on that one. I did! I knew Paris and Chakotay would have to go through with it and boy, did they ever! If you ask me, I've always thought...." Treganno's voice trailed off as he suddenly realized who they were sitting with.
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"You took bets?" Paris said, his voice deadly calm.
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Harry shrugged. "Well, Tom, I...."
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"You took bets on whether or not Chakotay was going to fuck me up the ass!" Tom nearly shouted.
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"Tom, there are other people here!" Harry said.
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"I don't care!" Tom said. "I was shot full of some medication the Doctor gave me. I just asked him for a pain-killer and he gave me something that drove me absolutely crazy! Every time Chakotay touched me, my body just went, it was like his fingers were trailing fire over my body! I went a little mad for a while there. Can't you understand that?"
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"I didn't know about the Tritosthezine!" Harry said. "But I figured what with everyone talking about the upcoming marriage, the market was ripe for bets. So I set up a pool and took a cut off the top."
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"Learned that from you, he did." B'Elenna did. "Came out of it quite nicely. How much profit do you show, Harry, if you don't mind my asking."
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"Well." Harry said. "I lost my entire month's replicator rations by making that crack before the wedding. Let's just say I won't be having to touch Neelix's cooking after all."
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"All month?" B'Elenna asked.
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"All year!" Harry cracked a wide grin.
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"Great!" Tom said. "I come looking for a sympathetic ear and you're busy figuring your cut."
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"I'm sorry, Tom." Harry said. "We were about to talk when Treganno walked up." Harry tapped on his pocket computer and it beeped. "One thousand replicator rations have now been credited to your account, Treganno. Happy eating!"
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"Thanks." Treganno said. "Nice doing business with you."
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"Okay, Tom, what did you have to say?" Harry asked.
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"I just had the damnedest talk with Chakotay. Did you know that the N'Gimelii plan to use the borti coating on the Voyager to spy on Chakotay and me? Make sure we stay married. Not only that, we got to..." Tom's eyes closed in pain. "We have to keep right on doing it. Three times a week or more, is what N'Tih told me. I'm just glad her--his uncle can't use the borti for soundwaves. On second thought, it'd let me tell him what I think of the bastard!"
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"You're staying married?" Harry said. "Really?"
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"Yeah!" Tom said. "And on top of that, I go to break this to Chakotay. He's in his--our room unpacking my stuff and putting it away! I tell him what I just told you and you know what his response was?"
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"What?" B'Elenna asked.
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"He said, 'Okay. Do you want the left or right-hand side of the closet for your clothes?'" Tom moaned.
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"He took it all very calmly." Harry agreed.
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"Yeah. What am I going to do, guys?" Tom asked.
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Harry and B'Elenna looked at each other. "What do you think, B'Elenna?" Harry asked.
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"I think he should take the right-hand side of the closet." B'Elenna said.
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"Absolutely!" Harry agreed. "That way when he opens the door and it slides over, he doesn't get the sleeves of his uniforms caught in the doorjamb and crushed up."
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"Yes." B'Elenna said. "The right-hand side, definitely."
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"Anything else we can help you with?" Harry asked innocently.
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Tom stood up. "No, thanks, guys! That was all I wanted to know!" And he stomped out, madder than ever.
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Harry stood up. "Okay, everybody! They're staying married! Have your betting receipts handy when you come to collect your winnings!" Harry sat down and looked at his computer. "Treganno!" Harry said. "You got another five hundred rations coming! You're good, man!"
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Tom went to his old room, found it stripped completely bare. He sat down on the mattress on his bed and just sat there for a time; how long, he didn't know. After a time, his door opened without a signal. "Go away!" he shouted.
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Neelix walked in, carrying some things. "Oh, Tom, you're here!"
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"Yeah, Neelix." Tom said. "What can I do for you?"
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"Oh, well, I...."
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"What have you got there, Neelix?" Tom asked, looking at the items he was carrying.
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"Oh, just some things...."
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"Neelix, what are you doing?" Tom asked.
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"Moving to my new quarters." Neelix said.
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"Where?"
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"Uh...here." Neelix admitted.
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"Here?"
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"Yes, I've been needing a bigger place and was on the list. Commander Chakotay informed me this room was available."
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"He did?" Paris was shocked. "He gave you my room?"
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"Tom, I'm sorry, but you..."
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"He gave away my room?" Paris shouted.
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"Yes."
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"You knew it was my room you were getting?" Paris demanded.
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"Yes, and I DID ask the Commander about that." Neelix said.
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"And what did he say?"
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"That you were going to be living with him from now on." Neelix said. "Really, now that you two are married, it's an obvious arrangement."
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"When did he tell you this?" Paris asked.
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"Right after the wedding." Neelix said. "You were busy with the Doctor, and...."
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"Jesus Christ!" Paris said. "Get out of my way! I have to go have a talk with my-- husband!" He practically spit the word out.
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Neelix looked after Paris even after the door had closed. "My, my!" he said. "Marital bliss can be an elusive thing, indeed. Yes. Let's see now. I'll put my old jaloffa trophy on this table here...."
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Chakotay looked up as the door opened. Paris seemed to find the alteration of the computer program--to let him enter without buzzing--even more annoying. "Chakotay?" he asked.
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"Yes, Tom?" Chakotay asked.
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"What the hell is going on here?"
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"I don't know what you mean." Chakotay said. "I need to leave some of your things packed until we get a second dresser in here, is that okay? And I'll see if we can get Engineering to take out that wall and join the next set of quarters to ours. It'll give us some more leg room in here, but that'll take some time. And they've delivered the double-bed I asked for to replace my old single, and I'll have to get new coverings for that...."
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"Am I going crazy?" Tom asked. "Or is it everyone on Voyager?"
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"What is it, Tom?" Chakotay put down a bundle of Tom's underwear on the dresser top and sat down. "Talk to me."
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"Chakotay, why are you acting like this?"
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"Like what?"
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"Giving away my room and putting my things away here." Tom said. "This was supposed to be a sham marriage, you know, a plot to get me out of the clutches of the N'Gimelii and let me rejoin Voyager."
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Chakotay's face went absolutely blank. "A sham marriage?"
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"Yeah." Paris looked. "Chakotay, you..." Paris looked again. "Chakotay, what did you think happened tonight?"
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"We got married." Chakotay said. "You were there, remember?"
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"Maybe I was, but we seem to have been thinking different things." Paris said. "I just wanted to get away from the N'Gimelii without having N'Gah and his entire family impoverished and disgraced just because you and me didn't do the dirty deed. So I asked the Doctor for a pain- killer and he gave me something that made me go absolutely crazy."
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"The Tritosthezine." Chakotay said. "You mentioned that when you told me we had to actually make love at the wedding ceremony instead of faking it."
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"Yeah." Paris said. "I've never heard of the stuff, but next time I get hurt, it's what I want! Every place you touched me drove me absolutely insane with desire. I've never wanted anybody more than I wanted you tonight. But that was the medication talking, not me. If you took it differently, I'm really sorry."
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"I'm sorry, too." Chakotay said. "So what do you want to do about the living arrangements?"
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"Well." Paris said, much calmer now. "We'd better keep living together until we can figure out what to do about N'Dim's spying on us. I'll read over the Laws some more and talk to Tuvok. I can't believe that there's no way out of a N'Gimelii marriage other than dragging an entire family down with you."
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"And about the--the three times per week we have to make love?"
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"We have to." Paris sighed. "The Doctor has offered us both Xexol, and maybe we'd better take him up on that. I'll see what he says about giving me more Tritosthezine while we're at it. That's some really powerful stuff!" Paris stood up. "I'm going to go say good-bye to N'Tih and N'Gah. I'll be back in about a half hour."
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Paris walked out and Chakotay looked after him. Only a person who knew him very well would have guessed from his impassive face that he was nearly crying inside.
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Chakotay was in bed when Paris returned. He had left room for Paris and Paris kept the lights on low. Good old Chakotay, he thought fondly as he looked at the sleeping man. You'd do absolutely anything for your men, wouldn't you? He rubbed his ass and thought, even this. I would have been stuck with the N'Gimelii if you hadn't done what you did. And you went with me the entire cockeyed way.
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Paris stripped down to his briefs and slid in beside Chakotay. When was the last time he had shared a bed, other than for a brief time? He couldn't remember.
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With Chakotay's heat beside him, the bed and covers felt really nice and warm. Their smell was oddly comforting. He went right to sleep.
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Paris awoke the next morning to find Chakotay had already dressed and gone. He went into the bathroom to find that Chakotay had left a bit of a mess. His briefs he had worn the day before were lying on the floor. Tom picked them up and looked at them. A brown streak in the back of the crotch caught his eye. "Hey, he's human after all!" Tom chuckled and started to put them in the laundry dispenser when an odd aroma caught him. Musky, rich. The briefs? Tom put them to his nose and sniffed. Yes, definitely. Did Chakotay dab musk cologne on his underwear? Tom sniffed them again. He didn't recognize the brand. Maybe now that they were roommates, he could borrow that scent. He really liked it. He sniffed it again, and caught his face in the mirror. "God, I'm sniffing another man's underwear!" he scoffed at himself and chucked it at the dispenser. There was a brief sucking sound and the briefs were pulled down the chute to the Voyager laundry to undergo cleaning.
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Tom showered and shaved then rummaged around the quarters, nude, looking for his own clothing. "Where the hell did Chakotay put my underwear?" he muttered to himself. "Well, I'm running late. If I want breakfast, maybe I'd better go without." His eyes caught Chakotay's briefs in the top drawer and that smell hit him again. "Must be something he keeps in the drawer." Paris chuckled. "Oh, well, I'm sure he won't mind loaning me a pair." He pulled Chakotay's briefs on (they were a bit loose on his smaller frame) and dressed and walked out to get breakfast. Chakotay's briefs felt better on him than his regular kind, he decided. When he was ready for new briefs, he'd get some of this kind.
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Chakotay was eating in the mess hall and Paris, feeling much better after the previous night's fit of bad temper (odd how a loud fit of rage could clear your mind for days afterwards), and he called out, "Hey, lover, where did you go this morning?" Paris smiled as Chakotay looked up. "I felt a little lonesome. We could have started the day with something better than breakfast." He chuckled at his joke himself and smiled fatuously at the chuckling crowd in the mess hall. He got breakfast from Neelix. "Ahh, Neelix, N'Gimeliian eggs. They're really quite good, you know?"
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"I know." Neelix said. "And I have added some herbs to make them even better."
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"Really?" Paris looked, sniffed, choked. "Thanks, Neelix, but next time, could you save me back some of the kind without the herbs? I got used to them on N'Gah's ship."
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Neelix looked disappointed. "If you wish, of course."
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"Thanks, Neelix." Paris said. "Think of it as your wedding gift to me."
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He went over to sit with Chakotay. "Good morning." he said. "You really should try these eggs. They're wonderful if you can get them without Neelix's improvements." Paris dashed his napkin out and dug in. "Neelix means well, but I'll try to get him to do some genuine N'Gimeliian cooking for us. It's surprisingly close to human-style food. I think I put on five pounds the two weeks I lived with them."
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"I have to get going." Chakotay said, rising.
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"But you haven't finished eating." Paris looked at Chakotay's plate. He had spent his replicator rations, something Chakotay tended not to do. A regular Earth breakfast of eggs, bacon, toast, not half-eaten.
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"I'm not hungry this morning." Chakotay said. "You can have them if you want them."
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"Uh, thanks." Paris said as Chakotay walked away. He picked up one of the bacon strips and munched. "Marriage does have some advantages after all." He chuckled to himself.
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Janeway looked at her two newly-married crewmen. Something had happened since last night. Other than their marriage, that is. Chakotay had turned sullen and quiet again. That man always closed in on himself and maybe he'd tell you why and maybe not. Paris, on the other hand, was bubbling and happy. The crew tried to taunt him, but he replied in kind. The longer it went on (the trip was uneventful at the moment and she hated to quash all conversation on the ship), the longer Chakotay's face became.
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"Say, Tom!" Ensign Galloway said, a lithe, young red-headed woman. "Can we ask you a v-e-r-r-r-y personal question?"
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"Fire away!" Paris said.
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"Well, we were wondering just how good Chakotay was. None of us have been able to talk him into bed. You really seemed to be enjoying yourself."
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"Oh, he was fantastic!" Paris chuckled. "Of course, the medicine the Doctor gave me helped him a lot. Still, girls, if you're able to trip him into your beds, I can heartily recommend Chakotay as a lover!"
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"That would be adultery!" Galloway tittered.
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"Oh, we have an open marriage." Paris bragged. "It's so open, it's downright roomy."
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"That's enough chatter!" Chakotay snapped. Janeway was surprised. He was really angry. "You all think this is some kind of joke! Well, some of us...." He caught himself and said, "Permission to leave the bridge."
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"Granted." Janeway said.
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Paris said, "Hey, Chakotay, I didn't mean anything by that. You mistook the medicine for passion, and I understand that."
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He had said that out loud on the bridge. Chakotay turned actual purple as he snarled, "Yes, the Tritosthezine. Wonderful stuff, isn't it? So wonderful you never heard of it before the Doctor gave it to you. Do me a favor, Tom. Look it up. Look up what it does. And what it doesn't do!"
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Chakotay walked out and Paris stared after him.
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"I'm sorry, Captain." Galloway said. "I was out of line."
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"No, the Commander was out of line." Paris said. "I thought we straightened all of this out last night."
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"Sounds like you didn't." Janeway said. "You'd better go after him and talk some more. And this time, listen more than you talk."
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Paris took the elevator lift. "Computer, locate Commander Chakotay."
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"Commander Chakotay is in Corridor Eight, Section Three, Deck Four."
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"Deck Four."
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Paris followed in this way until he caught up with Chakotay, in the holodeck. He tried to open it but the door was locked. "Captain, could you get me an override on Holodeck Two, please?"
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"For what reason?" Janeway asked.
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"Chakotay's in there and he's locked it." Paris said.
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There was no more comment and the door opened. Paris walked in. An Earth forest, thick with vegetation.
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Paris waded through it and soon saw Chakotay, seated on a boulder near a river, speaking with an older man with long white hair. "Father, I'm so confused." he said.
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"Marriage can make you confused."
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"But he's not taking me seriously." Chakotay said. "How can he feel what he's feeling and still make jokes?"
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"He doesn't know." his father reminded him.
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"Yes, but he will soon." Chakotay said. "I blurted it out, right in front of everyone. Everyone on this ship is going to be looking up Tritosthezine. It'll humiliate him. I've hurt him again, Father. No matter what I try, I always hurt him."
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"Does he know how you feel?" the father asked.
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"Yes, but he didn't take it seriously. I can't blame him. God, I never thought of Tom as anything other than a fellow officer and former member of the Maqui. Then I was stuck with proposing marriage to him. You raised me too well, Father. I couldn't say the words without meaning them. But I was ready for him to laugh it all off, end the marriage. Then they wheeled out the marriage bed for us and the way he responded to my every touch. I heard the Doctor explain the Trithosthezine away as the cause, but Tom has studied medicine. I thought he knew better. I thought he knew." Chakotay stood up. "End program." he said suddenly and turned.
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Paris would have gotten away but he was on the opposite side of the suddenly-bare room from the doorway. And Chakotay caught the sight of Paris from the corner of his eye as he turned.
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"How long have you been here?" he demanded.
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"Long enough." Paris admitted.
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"How did you get in here? I locked the door."
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"Marriage has its privileges." Paris smiled. The look on Chakotay's face told him it was no time for jokes. "The Captain opened it for me. I was told to find you and to listen to you. So I was listening."
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"I have this funny kind of honor." Chakotay said. "I can't say something I don't mean. And I had to ask you to marry me. So I had to mean it."
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"I understand." Paris said. "And I'm sorry I took this all so lightly." He stepped closer to Chakotay. "But you have to understand that this is not what I was looking for when I thought about marriage. What little I have thought about marriage, that is. I thought I had explained everything to you."
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"You had, but I heard you differently." Chakotay said. "The way your body moved under mine. The way you held onto me as we.... I listened to your body."
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"That was the medicine...." Paris stopped. "What did you mean about the Tritosthezine?"
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"I had a dose of it once, some years ago." Chakotay admitted. "It's a pain-killer. It even can cause the source of pain to feel pleasurable. The doctor didn't lie. But there is no way that it was the cause of your passion on our wedding night."
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"So you're saying." Paris stopped. "You're saying that I wanted it all along?"
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"Didn't you? Don't you?" Chakotay asked.
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Paris' look of discomfort turned to annoyance. "Aw, I got to get out of here."
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"Tom, I...." Paris was gone. Chakotay shook his head and walked out. He returned to the bridge with the slow tread of a man on his way to the executioner's block.
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Paris stormed into the Sickbay. "Doctor! Doctor! Where the hell are you?"
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"In the middle of something, Mister Paris." The Doctor said. "Can't it wait?"
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"No, God damn it! Get out here right now."
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The Doctor walked out, wiping his hands. "Very well. You have ruined an hour's work for me. What is your problem?"
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"The Tritosthezine is the problem." Paris snarled. "And the lies you told me about it."
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"I did not lie. Not at first." The Doctor admitted. "But when I saw you reacting to Chakotay's touch in front of all your friends, I thought you could use a cover story and I tried to supply one."
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"Cover story?"
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"Yes, your attraction to Chakotay. It was so obvious and everyone was laughing at a very solemn moment. I thought I could deflect some of that."
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"Well, Doctor, it didn't work. They're going to be laughing harder than ever now. I've been telling absolutely everyone what that medicine did to me, and Chakotay goes and blurts out the truth right on the bridge."
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"Oh, dear!" the Doctor said. "I could try to block the databanks or alter the memory."
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"Don't bother. Just next time you decide to lie for me, let me know about it, would you?"
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Paris stormed out. The Doctor shook his head. "I really must upload more data about bedside manner. One of these days." He shook his head again. "Oh, well, now where was I?"
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Chakotay was back on the bridge, and no one dared say a word. Janeway looked around, fishing for some way of putting things right. But a captain didn't interfere in personal lives any more than she had to.
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The communicator signal was a relief. "Janeway here."
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"Captain, could I have the rest of this watch off?" Paris said.
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"Of course, Lieutenant."
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"And can Chakotay have the rest of the watch off, too?" Paris asked.
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Everyone looked at Chakotay, who looked at the floor.
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"I think that's a good idea." Janeway said. "Where are you right now?"
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"Our quarters."
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"Janeway out." Janeway cut the connection. "Commander, you are relieved of further duty for the rest of the day. Where you go is entirely your concern."
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"Thank you, Captain." Chakotay walked out.
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Harry Kim looked over at B'Elenna Torres. "You know, all of a sudden I don't feel like making jokes any more."
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"Yeah." B'Elenna said.
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"I got a lot of replicator rations." Harry said. "Let's plan a party with them. Really go all out."
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"I'd never turn that down." B'Elenna said. "Voyager's supplies are enough that we can certainly do it without guilt. What's the theme?"
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Harry explained his plan.
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Chakotay turned several times on his route, but he made it to the quarters. He didn't feel much up to this confrontation, but it had to be done. He walked in and Paris was sitting on a chair, a study in introspection, facing the bed. On the bed were lying their wedding clothes. Paris' long white gown and his own feathered monstrosity.
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"What are you doing?" he asked.
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"Trying things on." Paris said.
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"These things?" Chakotay managed a smile.
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"No." Paris said. He got up and walked over to Chakotay. "These things." And he took Chakotay in his arms and kissed him.
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Long, slow and sweet, Paris kissed Chakotay. Then he pulled back and let go, took a step back. "You know, before this goes any further, I have to admit one thing to you."
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"What's that?"
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"You remind me of my father."
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"Your father?"
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"I don't mean you look alike or even act alike. Just that the reason I joined the Maqui--I mean really joined rather than just looking you over--was that you were there. My own father always had me thinking of commanding officers as cold tyrants. You were never that. Even when you had to send men out to die, you were never cold and calculating. I'm just sorry I wasn't a better member, because I wanted so bad for you to look at me and say that you were proud of me. Like you did those men who ran that mission for you the first time I saw you."
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"You were captured on your first mission."
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"Yeah, I remember." Paris said. "Then here in the Delta Quadrant, I saved your life and even then, you didn't say you were proud of me. You offered me your life, but never said the words I wanted to hear. My father was never proud of me and I thought I had learned to live with that. But I want to hear those words more than anything else, even now, even here."
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"Tom, I'm proud of you."
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Paris scowled. "Not just the words. I have to do something for you to be proud of first! Jeez!"
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"I'm sorry."
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"No, I'm sorry. Here you are, ready to do your duty and make me a proper husband and all I can do is make jokes about it."
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"Everyone else is, too."
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"Don't I know it." Paris said. "And I've been playing right along. It seemed the easiest thing to do. You have to admit that these costumes didn't help one bit."
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"No, they didn't."
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"But as I was taking them out, I realized something." Paris picked up the feathered costume. "I like the way this thing smells."
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"The way it smells?"
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"Yeah. Did you know I'm wearing a pair of your underwear right now?"
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"Really?"
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"Nothing weird, I just couldn't find my own in this mess. But they feel really good on me. And I like the way they smell, too. So instead of looking up what that medicine does, I went looking for something I had expected to find."
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"What's that?"
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"This whole room smells good to me." Paris waved his hand around. "Everything in it of yours. I thought it was some sort of cologne you were wearing. I checked your cabinet. You use a null-scent after-shave. No odor to it at all. Then I looked for a potpourri jar, anything that could explain this wonderful aroma I keep inhaling in here. Then it finally hit me."
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"What."
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"That aroma I love so much."
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"Yes."
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"It's you. Everything you own and touch and deal with has some of you on it and that's the smell that I have been loving so much."
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"I'm flattered."
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"Yeah." Paris said. "That's when I started trying things on. Like, am I in love with you? God, I don't know! You turn me on incredibly and I'm ready to admit that to myself and to you. But I don't know if you call that love or not."
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"So how do you want to handle this marriage?" Chakotay asked.
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"We're stuck together." Paris said. "No matter how much we may eventually learn to hate each other's guts, we have to crawl in bed together three times a week and make the old double-backed-beast of the male-male variety. So I tried on several ways of doing that."
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"And?"
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"I'm going to try to actually make this marriage work." Paris said. "I mean, I'm giving up the idea of fooling around on you, I'm going to be faithful and understanding and I'm going to try to figure out ways to make you happy and---the whole nine yards. I'm going to be the best damned man you ever married and figure on spending the rest of my life with you, if that's at all possible."
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"I see." Chakotay said.
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"It's what you've been trying to do for me. I was just too blind to see that."
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"You're not blind, Tom." Chakotay said. "And I mean that when I say that. And I want to say one other thing."
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"What?"
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"This is a really big step you're taking here. You're handling it wonderfully." He locked his eyes with Paris'. "I'm proud of you."
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Paris smiled, and his eyes moistened. "Thank you." He stepped forward. "You know, the N'Gimelii laws say we have to make love at least three times a week."
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"Yes."
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"But there's nothing that says we can't do it more often than that."
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"True." Chakotay smiled and reached for Paris' face.
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Paris nuzzled as Chakotay stroked his cheek. "Your fingers trail liquid fire into my veins." he said. "No wonder I thought it was the medicine. I've never felt this way before." Paris reached for Chakotay's face in his turn, settled for stroking his ear, a gentle journey with his fingertips around the outermost part of the lobe.
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Chakotay inhaled sharply as Paris began to circle again and again, over and over the delicate hairs that live there, nearly invisible, proclaiming their existence loudly with every touch.
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"How does that feel?"
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"Like liquid fire."
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"I was going to insist we take turns playing the bottom." Paris admitted. "The first time I came storming in here."
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"That seems fair." Chakotay admitted. "Is it my turn?"
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Paris smiled. "Let's see how things work out." He grasped Chakotay's neck and pulled him close. "We can always adjust it later."
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They kissed again, their tongues joining, stroking each other, jousting for position inside each other's mouths, as their hands roamed over each other's bodies, fighting the reluctant fabric, searching for the way to free each other's bodies. As their bodies stepped out of their clothing and they fell finally in naked freedom on the bed, Paris said, "Well, I sure hope N'Dim is watching right now. I'd like to see the look on his face right now! He thought for sure we'd get an immediate divorce."
*
"We almost did." Chakotay said as he climbed on top of Paris, to straddle him and capture Paris' wrists with his hands and hold him down like that, helpless prisoner of love, to be kissed as he chose! And he chose to kiss and nibble Paris' neck, something that tickled Paris who giggled obscenely as he tried to free himself.
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Chakotay felt Paris' cock jabbing up behind him and he smiled, wiggled to let it slide between his ass-cheeks, trapped it there and moved back and forth to work the foreskin. Paris gasped and arched his neck and Chakotay nibbled at his Adam's apple, and then over to the other side, and Paris gasped with desire.
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"Oh, God, Chakotay, you are turning me on!" he sighed as he looked off to the left and the side table where he hoped Chakotay kept a container of lubricant. "Oh, shit!" Paris said, stiffening.
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Chakotay raised up smiling, to see a look of consternation on Paris' face as he looked to the left. Chakotay followed that look to see the communicator screen active, with Captain Janeway, Kim and Torres all looking on. "I thought you turned that off while we were getting undressed!" he accused Paris.
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"I thought you did it." Paris remonstrated. "You were over there when you were pulling off your boots and then you kissed me again and I just didn't think...."
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"Please forgive my timing." Janeway said. "But Harry and B'Elenna have planned a party for you two in the holodeck suite at 1900 tonight. Sort of an apology for how they've been treating you so far. Can you both be there?"
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"Certainly, Captain." Chakotay said.
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"We'll be there." Paris said. "We'll even wear clothes, Captain."
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"Thank you." Janeway said, smiling. "We'd appreciate that."
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"Not as much as we will." Paris said. "It'll make a nice change of pace, being seen in clothes."
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"Janeway out."
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"We'd better make this marriage work." Paris sighed. "Because after all of this, neither one of us will be able to even flirt with anyone without giving them a bad case of the giggles."
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"I don't really care." Chakotay admitted. "Not as long as, after the laughter is over, we can come back and do this."
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"Now where were we?" Paris asked impishly.
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Chakotay pulled out the tube of lubricant. "About to have to decide which one of us gets the shaft. Shall we flip a coin?"
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Paris and Chakotay walked in together just at 1900, to find themselves the last to arrive. The reason for this was obvious when you saw the clothing. Every man had a wedding gown on and every woman had on the preposterous feathered costume Chakotay had worn. "Jesus, Harry, how many of your replicator points did you spend on this?"
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"Nearly all of it." Kim admitted, stopped to adjust his veil. "How did you keep this thing on your head during your wedding?" he asked.
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"It fit better. Harry, I can't believe you spent all your points on this. Didn't you keep anything back?"
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"No need to." Kim said. "I just need to ask you guys one question and I'll be back in business."
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"Yeah?"
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"Which one of you needs the Doctor's, uh, repair services?" Harry gestured and the Doctor came up with the suturing instrument. "You know, after you two played hooky from bridge duty for a bit of afternoon delight?"
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"Well...." Chakotay said.
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"You see...." Paris stuttered.
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"Come, come, gentlemen." the Doctor tut-tutted them. "This is no time for undue modesty. Until your bodies learn to adjust, these rips need to be repaired quickly. Now which one of you do I need to patch up?"
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"Both of us." Paris admitted.
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"Both of you?"
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"Well, first, I climbed on top of Chakotay, you see." Paris said. "It was only fair, given that he had taken my virginity, to give me his."
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"That sounds fair." Harry said.
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"Then it was a very long afternoon we had to spare." Chakotay chipped in. "So after a while...."
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"And then I felt ready to go again...."
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"And then we sort of...."
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"Let's just say that if N'Dim was counting our orgasms, he'd better have been using a calculator to do it. It got a little confusing there for a while." Paris concluded.
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"Multiple tearing in both of you, in other words." the Doctor said. "Come with me to Sickbay this minute, both of you. We'll be back in no time."
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After they left, Harry shouted. "It was both of them! Who covered both sides on this one? Treganno. Man, how do you do that?"
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