Susurrations, Part 18


By Britta

Tom pulled his lips away from his lover's and said, "God, Chakotay, you still have your clothes on. I can't believe you fucked me like that."
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"Well, you seemed to be in more of a hurry than I was." Chakotay kissed him again. "Didn't you like it?"
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"You know I did," Tom admitted as he began peeling the clothes off his lover. All that black, it just made Chakotay appear darker and hotter than ever, even when half of that outfit was pooled at his feet.
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Tom shook his head as he kneeled and pulled off Chakotay's shoes and socks. He thought he was one very lucky guy; all this gorgeousness for him to play with--life didn't get much better than this--at least, not out here in the Delta Quadrant.
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When Chakotay was nude, Tom smiled and said, "I think we need to clean up."
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Chakotay removed Tom's robe and threw it on the bed. Then he asked, "How many showers have you had today?"
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Tom laughed and replied, "Too many. But one more won't hurt--if it's a quick one."
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"All right then, let's go wash up and get some *good* sleep." Chakotay grinned tiredly at him.
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He nodded. After following Chakotay into the bathroom, Tom remembered the padd. "There's something I need to tell you."
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Chakotay turned on the water and said, "Is it about B'Elanna? I was going to ask why she seemed so hostile toward you in the turbolift."
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Disconcerted by the subject Chakotay had brought up, Tom said dismissively, "That was nothing. Forget it. What I wanted to tell you," he went on before Chakotay could pursue it, "was that the padd showed there had been some replicator activity. We slept through it, and if you were hoping to catch the 'bad guys' red-handed, you're out of luck."
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Dark eyes bored into his own. Then he and Chakotay stepped into the shower and washed in record time. He was unsure why he felt so rattled by Chakotay's steady gaze, but decided that worrying about it wouldn't help.
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"Where's the padd now?" Chakotay inquired as they dried off.
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"In the pocket of my robe."
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Chakotay sat on the bed and studied the padd while Tom cleaned his viewport. Once done removing the evidence of his latest orgasm, he threw the cloth into the 'fresher and yawned.
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Plopping down on the bed beside Chakotay, he asked, "So what do we do next?"
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Brown eyes looked him over and an amused voice answered, "We go to plan B." Chakotay set the padd on the nightstand, then stood.
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Tom peered up at his lover curiously. "Okay, I'll bite What's plan B?" He took the proffered hand and was pulled to his feet.
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Chakotay turned down the bed and crawled in, then patted the space beside him. When Tom was comfortably ensconced in his lover's embrace, he called the lights off.
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Then Chakotay spoke, "Plan B consists of us getting a good night's sleep and waiting to see what tomorrow will bring. In other words, we play out the scenario and hope to find some answers."
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Tom snuggled closer to Chakotay and kissed him. "Sounds good to me. I think I like plan B better than plan A."
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"You would."
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Tom felt Chakotay squeeze his ass and he smiled in the darkness as the hand remained possessively draped over him. Moments later they were both asleep.

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Chakotay woke up very early, considering it was his day off. Tom was lying on top of him, using his body as if it were a giant pillow. He didn't mind though, because it gave him nearly unlimited access to all of Tom's secret places.
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He let his fingers wander over Tom's butt and thought about the answers he'd put on the padd. Tom must have seen his responses and not been too put off by them since they were here together. Chakotay continued to rub the soft skin beneath his fingertips and thought that Tom had a nice ass. Really nice. It was one he couldn't seem to get enough of: whether he was eating it or fingering it or fucking it, he kept wanting more of it.
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Chakotay gently began exploring between Tom's cheeks and felt the man's cock harden against his side. It appeared that Tom liked to be touched there. Liked it a lot, in fact. Or, perhaps it was that Tom just plain liked being touched.
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He heard an appreciative moan and slipped a hand under the pillow where he'd placed the lube last night. Moving slowly and carefully, he found it and greased a finger, then went back to playing. Spreading Tom's cheeks with one hand, he eased his finger inside and felt the muscles clench and release spasmodically. He sought out Tom's prostate deliberately and prodded it, wanting to see the response he could generate without waking his lover.
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Tom spread his legs and shifted his position upward until Chakotay felt the younger man's erection settle just below his ribcage. It felt like he had a sentient blanket covering him and he made the most of it, rubbing his face against Tom's chest while fingering him even more deeply. He heard Tom's breath rate increase and decided to add another finger.
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Gods, he liked doing this; liked to see what he could make happen. As one finger became two and slipped up Tom's ass, he could feel Tom begin to grind against him. Smiling to himself, he stroked Tom's prostate until the man tried to hump him overtly. He put a stop to that by gently, yet firmly, holding Tom in place with one arm across his lower back.
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He kept up his anal assault until Tom shook and shivered his way to climax, coming all over Chakotay's chest. Tom then rested motionlessly on top of Chakotay for many minutes.
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Finally, Tom's breathing calmed and he said, "Are you trying to prove a point or something?"
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Chakotay wedged another finger inside Tom's ass and replied, "No. But, I thought you knew what I liked." He licked the nipple closest to his mouth.
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Tom squirmed on Chakotay's fingers. "I only know what you said on the padd--I didn't realize that this was what you meant when you explained that you sometimes liked to, 'control certain events'."
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"So now you know. Do you have a problem with it?" Chakotay reached down between Tom's legs and fondled his balls.
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"Ooooh, no. No problem at all...ahhhhhh. But what about you?" Tom barely managed to get the question out before he moaned again.
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"What about me?" Chakotay kept massaging Tom in every way, and now that he knew Tom was awake, he called the lights up to forty percent.
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Oh, that was much better, now he could watch Tom's face as he brought him off again. It seemed almost as though Tom reached his second climax against his will, fighting it, but he still looked beautiful as he came.
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Tom then laid utterly limp, like an uncooked pie crust over the filling that was Chakotay. The older man relished the feeling of being in charge and reached down to shift Tom over just far enough so that he could grab his own cock in his hand and stroke himself complacently. He batted Tom's hand away, ignoring the younger man's scowl.
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It didn't take long before he brought himself over the edge, and when he did, Tom's body jerked sympathetically with his own, then Tom said, "That's supposed to be my job, you know."
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Chakotay just kissed him and smiled. Before he could come up with a suitable reply, Tom was commed.
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"Kim to Paris."
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Tom looked annoyed and Chakotay grinned even more widely. "Paris here. Whatever it is, Harry, it had better be good."
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"Uh, will you be my best man? I, uh, need to get married."
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Chakotay watched Tom go through several stages of shock, then reply, "Don't do anything until I get there. I'll be right over. Paris out."
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Tom got up and showered so quickly Chakotay hardly had time to miss him. Before he knew it, Tom was back in the sleeping area and throwing on some clothes. Amused to no end, he watched as his lover hopped about, tugging on his pants and grabbing the nearest shirt, which didn't happen to belong to him.
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Chakotay didn't bother saying anything, figuring that sooner or later Tom would notice that the shirt he was wearing didn't fit right. Tom was in such a hurry though, that all he managed to do was blow Chakotay a kiss and race out the door bare-footed.
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Chakotay yawned, stretched, and thought that his life was certainly much more entertaining, if not more complicated, since he'd begun seeing Tom.

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Tom dashed over to Harry's quarters and wondered what the fuck had happened. He arrived at his buddy's cabin and let himself in without knocking. The lights were down too low, so he called them up to fifty percent and then spied Harry sitting on the short sofa with a shell-shocked expression on his face.
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Quickly, he checked the rest of the cabin and found no sign of the twins. Confused and concerned, he went to sit next to his best friend and said, "Harry? I'm here. Tell me what's happening."
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Exhausted, glazed-over eyes met his and Harry reached out a hand to him. "Thanks, Tom."
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When no more words were forthcoming, he squeezed Harry's hand and smiled as reassuringly as he could, then said, "Stay right here, okay? I'll be back in a minute."
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Harry just sighed and nodded. Tom moved into the bathroom and commed the Doctor, calling Harry in sick. Curious as to why the Doctor didn't insist that Harry come to Sickbay, he went back out into the living area and settled beside his fatigued friend. "Hey, I just called you in sick. Now I want to know why you woke me up so early on my day off and told me you're getting married."
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Bloodshot eyes looked over at him as Harry smiled, sort of, then the grin turned into a yawn and he replied, "Tom, I meant what I said. Will you stand up for me at my wedding?"
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Staring into those dark, weary eyes, Tom couldn't say no. Instead, he said, "I'll be there for you, but I want to know exactly what's going on. Why are you getting married?"
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Harry looked around the room dazedly and rose to his feet, then staggered over to the small viewport and back again. He squared his shoulders and stated proudly, "I'm going to be a father."
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Tom felt his jaw fall open and all his blood rush to his feet. Oh man, this wasn't what he expected at all. He rubbed his bare toes on the carpet then peered up at Harry. Clearing his throat and trying to calm himself, he asked, "Which one?"
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"Which one what?" Harry looked at him blankly.
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"Who's pregnant? Jenny or Megan. Which one are you going to marry?" Tom questioned his best friend slowly and gently.
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Harry frowned as if Tom was being deliberately obtuse and replied, "Both of them."
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"What? Why?" Tom stood up and faced his friend squarely.
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"They're both pregnant. We went and saw the Doctor late last night and he confirmed it." Harry looked amazed and continued, "I've been up all night thinking about what to do and, well, I've decided to do the right thing and marry them."
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Tom sank back down onto the small sofa and let his eyes speak for him, because he couldn't find the right words with his mouth. God, trust Harry to knock up two women at once. Finally sorting out his thoughts, he asked, "How the hell could you let that happen?"
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Blushing, Harry said, "We asked the Doctor and it seems that we three were on the verge of getting our next boosters, but it appears that I have a higher than average sperm count. In other words, we are very fertile people, especially together. With other partners, this might not have happened." Harry smiled wanly and went on, "I guess it was meant to be."
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Paris shook his head and asked, "How do Jenny and Megan feel about all this?"
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"They're thrilled to pieces." Harry blushed again and admitted, "After they picked me up off the floor of Sickbay--and yes, before you ask, I did faint--they told me how much they loved me and how glad they were to be able to start a family before they got too much older."
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Tom sat back and sighed heavily, shooting Harry an uncertain look.
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Kim gave him a sympathetic glance in return and said, "I know it takes a little getting used to, but plural marriage is legal, and it's my family tradition to marry when there are children involved."
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"Children?" Tom managed to say, thinking that Harry's voice held yet more secrets. He knew there would be two, but something told him that he didn't have all the facts, yet.
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Harry sat down next to him and patted his shoulder. "I, um, would like it if you would also consider being Godfather to my daughters."
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"Daughters?" Tom was so overwhelmed, he had a hard time concentrating. Still, he tried to make a good show of support, and asked jokingly, "How many little girls are we talking about here, Harry?"
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"Four."
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"Four!" Tom felt like it was his turn to faint.
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"Yeah. Jenny and Megan are both carrying identical twins." Harry stood up again and moved to the replicator. "You look like you need a drink, Tom. I know I do. Care to join me?"
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After a picosecond of contemplation, realizing that Harry needed this, Tom just nodded.

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Chakotay snoozed for awhile hoping Tom would come back once Ensign Kim went on shift. When that didn't happen, he checked the duty roster only to find that Harry had been replaced at the last minute. He wondered if it had anything to do with that odd communication of his earlier this morning. Shrugging, he figured he'd have to wait until Tom turned up before he'd find out the whole story.
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Time passed and he rose, took a shower, stole one of Tom's stretched-out sweatshirts, then went home. He entered his quarters and encountered a mess of the first order. Sighing, he decided to spend the rest of the morning cleaning and meditating. Perhaps he could meet up with Tom at lunch.

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Tom accepted the shot of tequila that Harry handed him, then watched as Harry replicated limes and salt as well. Oh man, this was going to be one hell of a morning, Tom thought. Luckily for him, Harry had been up all night and he would probably crash soon.

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Chakotay finished his domestic duties and spent an hour in meditation. Then, when he hadn't heard from Tom, he called for a location check and was informed that Tom was in Ensign Kim's quarters. Just out of curiosity he checked on the whereabouts of the Delaney sisters and found that they were both on shift.
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As interesting as all that was, he'd missed breakfast and was very hungry. He decided to go to the mess hall to get something to eat. Besides, he was curious who would be there. He particularly wanted to see how Neelix was faring.
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He arrived and looked around, trying not to make it obvious that he was practically casing the place. It was a little early for the lunch crowd, yet he didn't see hide nor hair of Neelix. Curious. He took his time selecting his meal and then went to sit at a table with a good view of the serving counter.
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Chakotay ate slowly and watched as people came and went. He had all day to sit and munch and wait. The Delaney sisters arrived and chowed down, all the while talking animatedly to each other. Then Tuvok and Torres entered the room and she sat down while he waited on her. It appeared B'Elanna was as hung over as the Doctor said she'd be, if Tuvok's concerned glances and her wincing expression were anything to go by.
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Sipping more of the tea he'd replicated for himself, he was surprised when the Captain showed up at his table and asked, "May I join you?"
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He moved his tray aside and nodded. "Of course, please do. How are things going with you?" he inquired.
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She set her tray down. Seating herself to his left, she took a quick sip of coffee and replied, "I'm fine. How are you and Tom doing?"
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Chakotay recognized her avoidance tactic for what it was and answered, "We're okay, considering what happened last night." It was best to get the truth out into the open, he thought.
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Her gaze flickered for a second and then she lifted her chin, saying, "What do you want to know?"
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His lip curled as he acknowledged her forthrightness, and he queried, "I want to know where Neelix is right now, and also how you feel about his...hidden skills." Chakotay took a drink of his tea as the Captain thought about his question.
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Janeway frowned at him, then picked up her fork and dug into her meal. After a few bites, she let her gaze rove around the mess hall. Staring at Tuvok and Torres for a moment or two, she said resignedly, "Neelix is sound asleep in my bed. He will probably stay there until later today. He's exhausted. As for how I feel about his pheromones..." she took another sip of her coffee, then smiled, "...he's better than having a martini after shift."
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Chakotay nearly choked on his tea and she pounded him on the back until he stopped coughing. "Well, you did ask," she said.
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Gasping, he replied, "You're right, I did."
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Smiling at each other, they finished their lunches, then went back to their own activities. He offered to take care of their dishes and she headed for the bridge.
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As Chakotay was leaving the mess hall, Dalby came up to him and slipped him a padd. "This is for you and Lieutenant Paris, sir," he said quietly.
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Before he could ask any questions, Dalby was gone. He stared at the padd and tried to access its data, but found that it was keyed so that only Tom's voiceprint could decrypt the data. Frustrated, and not in the mood to waste time breaking the encryption, he wondered just where the hell Tom was anyway. It had been hours since he'd seen him.
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He stopped in the middle of the corridor and called out, "Computer, what is the location of Lieutenant Paris?"
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"Lieutenant Paris is in Ensign Kim's quarters."
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Gods, he'd been there since before breakfast. What the hell were those two doing? Pocketing the padd Dalby had given him, he strode off, determined to find out just what his lover had been up to all this time.

END OF PART 18

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