Susurrations, Part 17


By Britta

Neelix flamboyantly tossed his apron over the counter, dimmed the mess hall lights, then leaned forward to give the Captain a big kiss. Tom's hand clutched Chakotay's convulsively and the Commander wondered if his lover could handle a mud-wrestling match tonight, especially considering the company they'd be keeping.
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Damn. He wished he'd thought of that earlier, before suggesting they go. As they left the mess hall, he pulled Tom aside and asked with concern, "Are you sure you're up for this?"
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Tom replied in a voice dripping with sarcasm, "I can take it--at least for a few minutes. If I need to leave, I'll let you know, okay?"
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"Okay." Grinning with relief, he raised Tom's hand to his lips for a kiss and said facetiously, "Don't try to be a hero; I don't want a repeat of this afternoon on my hands."
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Tom grunted. "Yeah, like I want to run into another fist."
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Chakotay's grin turned to a smirk. "This time it might be the Captain's fist, if you don't keep a straight face."
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He rolled his eyes and said, "Come on, let's go."
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Chakotay led Tom into the turbolift behind Neelix and the Captain. Tuvok and B'Elanna were already there. Torres stared at him as if she wasn't quite sure why he was holding Tom's hand. Then she glared at Tom until he seemed to shrink under the intensity of her gaze. Chakotay wanted to know why she was so hostile and decided to ask Tom about it later.
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Concerned, he wondered again if this was such a good idea after all. The lift began to move and Chakotay became aware of added tension in the air. He was glad he was standing between B'Elanna and Tom. A moment later, he tugged Tom out of Kathryn's way and threw his arm around him while Janeway shuffled closer to Neelix.
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Neelix peered around somewhat anxiously, and a determined look crossed his face. Chakotay noticed it and felt Tom relax a little at the same time. He was glad that Tom seemed all right so far. Of course, they hadn't met up with Seven and the Doctor yet, but he had high hopes that Tom would be able to rein in his amusement and behave for the duration of the evening.
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Everything appeared to be going well until the junior Mrs. Tuvok started to sniff the air audibly. "What's that smell?" she growled. As Torres moved closer to the short, spotted man standing across from her, Chakotay saw B'Elanna the bloodhound emerge.
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Damn, this wasn't a good sign. He hadn't seen B'Elanna behave like this in ages. It was almost as if she were reacting to blood lust.
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Tom attempted to move in between them, but both he and Tuvok stepped forward. Janeway's arms surrounded Neelix as he began to sweat. The Talaxian just closed his eyes and bowed his head as if in prayer.
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Then a little hell broke loose.
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"It's you!" Torres shouted, as she lunged toward their Morale Officer.
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Neelix opened his eyes widely and pleaded, "Oh, Mr. Vulcan, please *do* something!"
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Tuvok intoned loudly, "My wife. Attend."
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She stopped advancing and turned to her husband, grinning ferally, then said, "Attend, my ass...."
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As Tuvok's brow rose, Tom hissed, "Stop it, Neelix."
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Wearing a protective expression, the Captain pulled her lover into a corner of the 'lift and Chakotay stood in front of B'Elanna while Tuvok grabbed her from behind, refusing to let her move forward.
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She struggled and Tuvok allowed the slightest of frowns to appear on his face. Chakotay wondered vaguely what Tom had meant by his remark. He was also curious why he felt so detached from everything that was happening. He looked at Kathryn and noted that she didn't seem overly worried either. What was going on?
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B'Elanna began to fight in earnest as she tried to get closer to Neelix and Tuvok did the only thing he could--he applied the Vulcan neck pinch. Catching his new, young, half-Klingon wife before she hit the floor, he took her into his arms gently and called for their deck, then said, "My apologies, but it appears that we will not be joining you this evening."
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No one said a word as the turbolift stopped and they left. Chakotay turned, looking over at Neelix and the Captain, and was surprised to see Kathryn sound asleep, draped over Neelix's shoulders like a living cape with his hands holding hers securely so she wouldn't fall down. Neelix smiled wanly but offered no explanation.
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For some reason, it didn't matter right then. He checked on Tom and found him groggy. Yawning, he wondered why he felt so sleepy all of the sudden and decided that mud-wrestling could wait. Ignoring the fact that Neelix looked a little peaked, Chakotay called for Tom's deck, then asked, "Will you two be all right?"
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Neelix just nodded and Chakotay took it at face value. Once the 'lift stopped again, he maneuvered Tom out into the corridor. Dragging his lover homeward, he wondered fuzzily why everything felt so strange.
*
He used his override to get inside Tom's quarters and lugged the now sleeping blond over to the bed. Tom lay there limply and Chakotay felt compelled to join him. Not bothering to think anymore, he collapsed beside his lover.

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'Oh god, no,' Tom thought through the haze permeating his mind. There was something alive in his pants and he didn't know what it was. Worse yet, he couldn't seem to kill it. It was sending out tiny vibrations making him think his dick was in danger of being dinner for a Deltan humbug.
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He attempted to thrash around and defend himself from this threat but all he managed was weak wriggling and a frustrated moan. Strong arms wrapped themselves around him and a low voice hushed him. Still trying to fight the pulsating menace at his crotch, he managed to shove a leg upward, and connected with something very sensitive, if the bellow he heard was a true indication.
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Somehow it made him feel better. The thing attacking his groin stopped moving and must be injured, maybe even totally disabled.... With that satisfactory thought floating around in his head, Tom fell asleep again.

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Chakotay's eyes shot open as Tom's knee connected with his balls, and he emitted a noise he didn't think he was capable of making. Immobilizing, white-hot pain engulfed him and a minute or two later, he turned over onto his side and threw up all over Tom.
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Then he rolled away from the disgusting smell and found himself on the floor. Reaching up, he pulled a pillow down and curled into the fetal position. Gods, his nuts hurt, but after blowing his last meal, he felt marginally better. If only he had the energy, he'd do something about this situation.
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As it was, all he did was drift off to sleep wishing he could brush his teeth and replicate an athletic cup at the first opportunity.

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Tom was awakened by someone roughly grabbing his shoulder and shaking him so hard his teeth rattled. He reached out blindly and found something soft, which he squeezed with all his strength. The shaking stopped abruptly and Seven of Nine's voice cut through him like a pre-heated spoon digging into ice cream, "Release my breast. Now."
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Blinking confusedly, Tom did as he was told. He heard the Doctor's voice in the distance saying, "Lieutenant Paris, this behavior is *not* acceptable--oh, it appears that you are indeed suffering from the same malady as Captain Janeway."
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Seven inquired, "The Captain vomited? I was unaware of this."
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The Doctor shook his head and said, "No, she didn't. That's not the point. The humans we've visited are experiencing a reaction to an overdose of Talaxian pheromones while the Talaxian himself is in a depleted condition, chemically speaking."
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"I see. Then what caused this?" She pointed to the mess covering Tom's chest.
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"I'm not certain," the Doctor replied as he aimed his tricorder at Chakotay sleeping on the floor. "Aha! It appears that the Commander has suffered some trauma to his testicles in addition to being over-exposed to Neelix's pheromones."
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Tom rolled onto his back and tried to make sense of what he'd heard. All that really sunk in though was that there was something wrong with his lover's balls and he was wearing a new rendition of what they'd had for dinner. He wondered distractedly why Chakotay had barfed on him.
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Struggling to sit up, he groaned, "Can you fix him, Doc?"
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"Of course I can. Why don't you allow Seven to help you clean up in here while I treat the Commander in your living area?" The Doctor then leaned over and pressed a hypospray against his neck. "This should improve your condition considerably."
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Tom felt more alert almost instantly. As he watched the Doctor dose Chakotay, he said, "Thanks. That sounds like a good idea." Seven helped him to his feet and steadied him as he looked around.
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He heard his lover moan as the Doctor said, "Get up, Commander, and come with me." A strong holographic arm tugged Chakotay into a somewhat vertical position and supported him as he limped over to the sofa.
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Tom looked down at his chest and announced, "I'm going to shower."
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Seven offered, "I will change your bed linen while you do so."
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"Thank you," he replied. Suddenly, he recalled what he'd done when he first woke up. Redness crept up his face and he mumbled, "I'm sorry for grabbing you earlier."
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She stood there, the soiled bedspread wadded up in her arms and stated, "Your apology is accepted." Then she marched toward the refresher and he ducked into the bathroom.
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Tom peeled off his clothes and found the padd in his pocket. The display indicated that several items had been replicated. He stepped into the shower and thought Chakotay would be disappointed that they had slept through the critical time period. Damn Neelix and his pheromones.
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As he washed, the stench of regurgitated Delta Quadrant cuisine left his nostrils and his mind went back over the events in the turbolift. What he wouldn't give to be a fly on the wall in Tuvok's cabin right now, or for that matter, the Captain's.
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Grinning, he dried off and shrugged into his robe. He wondered what the next staff meeting might be like, then remembered that he and Chakotay had tomorrow off. Oh well, he'd just have to worm the details out of Harry.
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In the meantime, he slipped the padd into the pocket of his robe and thought about the best way to tell Chakotay that they'd missed their opportunity to catch the 'entrepreneurs' in action.
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Tom exited his bathroom only to find Seven of Nine fluffing the pillows on his bed. She kept her back turned to the living area and Tom glanced in that direction seeing Chakotay lying on the sofa, his trousers pushed down to his knees. He noticed that she was giving Chakotay at least the illusion of privacy and for that he was grateful.
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He stuffed his clothes into the 'fresher and wished they were all in Chakotay's cabin where there were real doors. As it was, he sat on the edge of the bed facing his lover and the Doctor. He felt much better and patted the foot of the bed, saying, "Seven? Would you like to sit down and explain to me just how you and the Doctor showed up here when you did?"
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She gazed at him and looked relieved while perching on the end of the bed, her back still toward the Commander. "Thank you. I will tell you what occurred."
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Tom smiled and prepared himself to listen. He saw how uncomfortable she was and this way he could do two things at once: make her feel better and keep an eye on his lover.

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Chakotay listened to the Doctor ramble while he was being treated. He was amazed by the story of Neelix's pheromones and thought that Tom must have known about them beforehand. He was aware that Seven was studiously ignoring him, and he was glad. The last thing he wanted was her intense curiosity aimed at his privates.
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After hearing all about the current conditions of Janeway, Neelix, Torres and Tuvok, he saw Tom reappear clad only in his robe. He tensed as Tom invited Seven to sit on the bed and wondered what they were discussing in such hushed tones.
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The Doctor appeared unconcerned that Seven and Tom were keeping each other so well occupied. Chakotay wasn't so certain that it was as innocent as it seemed. Borg were usually relentless in their pursuit of whatever it was they were after. He didn't trust Seven a centimeter, what with Tom dressed as he was--his chest and legs partially exposed. What if she wanted a taste of the real thing?
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"Ahem! Commander? Would you mind telling me how this damage occurred? I need to know for your medical record." The Doctor's voice rang out loud and clear and he saw Tom look over at them.
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He answered truthfully while pulling up and refastening his pants, "Lieutenant Paris inadvertently injured me while we were sleeping."
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Visibly upset, Tom leaped off the bed and strode into the living area, demanding, "You mean it was my fault?"
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Chakotay sat up and the Doctor motioned for Seven to join him at the door. She moved quickly and he said, "You should both be fine now. Inform me if either of you experience any further difficulties." Then they departed, leaving the two men alone.
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"Calm down, Tom. You were dreaming at the time. It's not as if you meant to hurt me." Chakotay stood up and moved past Tom into the bathroom. He absolutely had to clean out his mouth before doing anything else.
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When he came out, he found Tom staring out the viewport. He walked over and stood behind his lover, gently wrapping his arms around Tom's waist.
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Tom covered his hands with his own and leaned back saying, "So that's why you puked on me...because I nailed you where it counts...."
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"Mm hmm," Chakotay rubbed his face along Tom's neck and reached up to pull the robe away from his shoulder. Placing a kiss on the freckled skin, he continued, "That's partly why I got sick. I'm sorry I aimed it in your direction, but I wasn't thinking too clearly at that point."
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He felt his lover shiver as his lips wandered slowly back and forth between the sensitive area where Tom's arm began and the back of his neck ended. His hand slid inside Tom's robe and rubbed gently over the slightly hirsute torso playing with the nipples that hardened instantly at his touch.
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"You're forgiven, if I am," Tom said as he tried to stifle a moan.
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"Good. I'm glad. You are, too," Chakotay murmured as his hand moved lower and untied the belt of Tom's robe. He felt great now that the Doctor had healed his balls, and he was in the mood to test them out. Everything else would have to wait.

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Tom still felt bad at being the cause of Chakotay's earlier agony. He knew how much it hurt.
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At the same time, he was turned on by the way Chakotay was touching him. His robe hung off his shoulders almost halfway down his back, and those full lips and agile tongue were making inroads through his determination to tell Chakotay the truth about the padd.
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As much as he wanted to explain and come clean about his foreknowledge of Neelix's talents, he was getting too hot to think coherently. His nipples were pinched even harder and he moaned again. God, he wanted Chakotay inside him. With his left hand he pointed to the nightstand and gasped, "Get the lube."
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He then leaned forward against the viewport and felt the back of his robe being raised. Chakotay said nothing.
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A hand made him ready and a hard cock plunging into his ass finished him off quickly. He came silently, shooting his load all over the window to the outside universe.
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Panting, and still impaled on Chakotay's huge dick, Tom looked at the mess he'd made and smiled. He stared out at the unfamiliar starfield and sighed while Chakotay held him in position and pumped his way to orgasm, coming with an intense groan.
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Struggling to support his lover's weight as well as his own, Tom felt the padd in his pocket weighing down one side of his robe. It swung against his leg and he decided it was time to face the music and get back to reality. Chakotay slipped out of his ass, and, giving the stars one last glance, he turned around, only to be taken into a crushing hug and kissed very tenderly.

END OF PART 17

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