Susurrations, Conclusion


By Britta

Captain Janeway motioned for both men to be seated, then held up a hand forestalling either of them from speaking. She paced around the room and Chakotay saw various emotions flit across her face. He was dying to find out who had confessed, but also wondered how much Janeway had learned.
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Tom fidgeted in his chair, frustration pouring off him in tangible waves and Chakotay couldn't help but feel sympathetic toward him. Solving this mystery wasn't something he'd signed up for when the two of them started seeing each other.
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Chakotay regretted putting Tom through this when all the younger man wanted was to begin a loving relationship. He reached over and took Tom's hand in his own, giving it a quick squeeze.
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Suddenly, Janeway stopped pacing and stared at the table top, then looked up at their faces. She gripped the back of the chair she stood behind and stated, "It was Neelix."
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Tom recovered from the surprise first, and said, "It can't be! We just discovered that Geron's behind it all. We even found his base of operations and everything."
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Chakotay interjected, "Tom, Geron's not the individual behind this scheme. He admitted to me that he had a 'Boss', but wouldn't say who it was." He looked up at Janeway, "So, is Neelix the 'Boss'?"
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She frowned, then said, "I think so. He explained some things to me over dinner this evening, but, instead of me telling you the story, I'd rather he did. Let me ask him to join us."
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As she commed her lover, Tom leaned over and whispered, "I don't believe it, Chakotay. Geron was enough of a shock, but Neelix? I just can't see him as a mastermind."
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Chakotay whispered back, "Let's see what he has to say before making any judgements. If nothing else, it ought to be interesting."
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They shared a glance and Tom nodded indicating that he agreed. A few seconds later, the door opened and Neelix stepped into the room. The Talaxian must've been waiting nearby, thought Chakotay, since he managed to show up so quickly. His curiosity increased considerably.
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Neelix tried to maintain a professional attitude and demeanor but failed as he blurted out, "If you wanted to know all about this, why didn't you ask me? I'd have explained everything."

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Janeway ushered Neelix to a chair by her side and said gently, "Well, now we want to know. Tell us what you can."
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Neelix stared at Tom and said, "I thought you understood what it was you were asking for when you first showed me that card."
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Tom frowned slightly, leaned across the table toward Neelix, and replied, "I was just fishing. I didn't have any idea what that card stood for."
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Neelix looked sad for a moment, then said, "Well, I'll admit I was taken by surprise when you did show it to me. You were one of the last people I expected to become a customer."
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Chakotay chimed in with a question, "Speaking of customers, how many do you have?"
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The Talaxian glanced at the Captain, then back to the Commander before responding, "About ninety."
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Janeway's eyes grew wide as she leaned forward and said, "That's almost two-thirds of the crew."
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"Yes, dearest, but you'd have to ask Tuvok for the exact number, he keeps tabs on statistics like that."
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"Tuvok!" the Captain demanded. "What does he have to do with this?"
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Neelix looked apologetic and said, "It's sort of a long story."
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Tom glanced at Chakotay and saw he was willing to stay put until they'd heard the entire tale. He settled into his chair and decided to get comfortable as he felt they might be here for awhile. He tracked the Captain's motions as she changed her face into one that was less intimidating, then moved closer to her lover.
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"Tell us, Neelix. We need to know all of it," she said in a softer tone of voice.
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Chakotay leaned forward and Tom rested his elbows on the table, waiting for their chef to tell them a story. Janeway sighed and patted her lover on the arm, encouraging him to speak. Tom wondered if anyone would ever see that look of tolerant patience on her face again, especially after she heard all the salacious details of Neelix's operation.
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Haltingly, Neelix began, "It all started years ago when I overheard Crewmen Chell and Dalby complaining about boredom and stress. As Morale Officer, I thought about ways to alleviate the crew's tension but I had a hard time understanding all the different species there are on board Voyager.
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"After much thought and a few interesting conversations with some of the junior crew, I approached Commander Tuvok with a proposition...a sort of experiment. He agreed to give me the rations I needed to get started, and before anyone asks, they came out of his own account."
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"Oh god," Janeway groaned. "I vaguely recall Tuvok informing me of a new measure he wished to take in order to reduce the frequency of security calls among the crew. He wanted to see if it would lower the amount of fights and drunkenness aboard ship. I had no idea this was what he was talking about." She bit her lip and patted her lover again.
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Neelix took her hand and kissed it, then continued, "To make a long story a little shorter, our experiment worked very well. People need a way to let off steam, and I found a few like-minded individuals who were willing to help me out."
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"Which individuals, Neelix?" asked Chakotay. "We know Geron is one, but who are the others?"
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"Well, um, as I mentioned before, Crewmen Chell and Dalby, and then there is Ensign Wildman."
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"Samantha?" Tom asked incredulously.
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Neelix's spots began to darken as he said, "I felt we needed a woman's touch."
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"So what do these people earn, Neelix? I know what Geron gets out of it, but what about the rest of you?" Chakotay inquired seriously.
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Janeway turned her gaze toward her lover again and appeared to be as interested in the answer as Chakotay was. She waited patiently until the Talaxian turned to her and replied, "Chell gets to attend the weekly orgy for free just like Geron, and Samantha gets enough rations to provide Naomi with a new toy every month or two. Dalby, of course, is allowed to try out all the prototypes of the equipment the rest of us think up."
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"Good god." Kathryn Janeway looked liked she'd been struck by plasma lightning. "I had no clue you were doing all these things to keep the crew happy."
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Neelix looked a bit uncertain, then said, "I don't know if they're happy, but, at least they seem to be a little more relaxed. I do know that tempers flare up every now and then, like when the Commander was injured several days ago. Still, Commander Tuvok could tell you what the success rate is and explain all the logical reasons why this works as well as it does.
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"You know..." Neelix looked at all of them suspiciously, "I must ask you all, since you claim you didn't know about our services in the first place..how did you find out about them?"
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Chakotay made to speak, but Janeway interrupted with, "I noticed some unusual replicator activity occurring in strange places during a short, but recent time period. I brought it to Commander Chakotay's attention and left the matter in his capable hands to investigate."
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"Ah. That must have been when the Delaney sisters got together with Ensign Kim," mused Neelix. "They did make quite a run on our stock, if I remember correctly. Of course, they're very good customers, even if they can't pay up front all the time."
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"How do they pay then?" Tom asked seriously, his thoughts racing to his best friend's welfare.
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Neelix spoke up in a reassuring tone, "They've sometimes traded a few hours of their time and worked as maids, when one of the cabins needed to be used. They've been looking for Mister Right for years...I was so happy for them when they found Harry."
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Tom piped up again, "So tell me, what do you and Tuvok get out of this, profit-wise?"
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Their chef's spots darkened much more as he replied, "Most of the profits are plowed back into the business, but I do treat myself to one true, replicated, Talaxian meal every two weeks. Vorik helped me with the program. Commander Tuvok takes nothing. He did allow me to repay him, but other than that, he's satisfied with the reduction of internal incidents that require security intervention. If you don't believe me, you can ask him yourselves--but not tonight. Tonight, he's um, busy ducking heavy objects."
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Everyone turned a puzzled glance toward Neelix and he went on, "Well, that what's he told me he was doing when I commed him right after Geron commed me."
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Janeway tried to stifle a smile and said to her lover, "I see. In that case, the Commander and I will meet with him tomorrow and decide what, if anything, to do about this situation. Now, I think we've covered everything that's pertinent and it's time to move on." She rose from her chair and composed her face, gazed at Tom and Chakotay then continued, "I don't know what the two of you had in mind for this evening, but Neelix and I have a date with Seven and the Doctor. You're both welcome to join us."
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Chakotay inquired, "What exactly do you have planned?"
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Kathryn grinned wickedly and responded, "Why, mud-wrestling, of course."
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Tom decided there was no way in hell he was doing that and said forcefully, "Thank you for the invitation, but we'll pass this time." He smiled at all and sundry, including his lover, and wondered if Chakotay would object.
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Janeway raised a brow at her First Officer's silence, then shrugged and said, "We'll be going then. See you tomorrow morning." She moved toward the door and Neelix followed her, nodding as they left.
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Turning to face Chakotay, Tom leaned over for a kiss. They were alone at last with no mysteries, no social obligations, and nothing else to do for the rest of the evening. He wasn't sure where he wanted to begin. So, he opted to keep on kissing his lover, and eased his way onto Chakotay's lap to improve his position.

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Chakotay put his arms around Tom and let himself relax. The big mystery had been solved, everyone who had been seeking Tom's advice was busy, and now he could count on them being together all night long without any interruptions. He stroked Tom's face and kissed him softly, gently, repeatedly.
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When their lips parted, he said, "Let's go home, Tom. I want to make love to you."
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"Anything you say, Chakotay." Tom stood up, and, with their arms around each other they left the Ready Room heading for the turbolift.
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Once inside, Tom began kissing him again, holding him close and rubbing his body against Chakotay's. It felt so good; the sensations became more intense as Chakotay realized the freedom that came with having the investigation closed. He didn't care what the outcome was, or that it was so easily solved. All he wanted was for he and Tom to be able to put their full attention on each other.
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Just then Tom was commed, "Kim to Paris."
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Chakotay heard Tom groan as he ended their kiss. The blond stood back a step and touched his badge, "Paris here."
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"Oh god, Tom! I don't know what to do, the girls are acting so weird...can you come over?" Harry's voice sounded strangely muted.
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"Harry, where are you?" Tom asked impatiently.
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"I'm in the closet."
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Tom leaned forward and kissed Chakotay again then said, "Good place for you. You'll be safe in there. If you really need some help with your wives-to-be, I suggest contacting either Dalby or Wildman or both. I'm only going to say this once: if I hear from you again before 0800, I'll hang you upside-down from the rafters in Sandrine's wearing only that full-body harness of yours. Got that?"
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Harry made a muffled snorting sound of disappointment, then said, "Yeah, I got it. Kim out."
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The 'lift doors opened and Chakotay edged Tom into the corridor, thanking all the gods there were that things had finally settled down.
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Without losing their heated momentum, they made it into Chakotay's quarters and began undressing each other. Each square millimeter of flesh was cherished as it was bared. Chakotay licked soft skin and felt Tom's hands roam over his body.
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All was progressing as it should until Tom discovered the padd in Chakotay's pocket. Suddenly the fondling stopped.
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"What's this, Chakotay? Another padd?" Tom's voice betrayed his true feelings and suspicion threatened to cloud the air around them.
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Chakotay took the padd out of Tom's hands and kissed him, then said, "I think you might like what's on this one." His other hand went to tweak and rub one of Tom's nipples.
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A shiver coursed through Tom as he asked, "Yeah? Why do you think I'd like it?"
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"Because I know how curious you are." Chakotay nipped Tom's neck then moved up to his ear and went on, "I'll tell you what's on it...later."
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Tom nodded and gasped as Chakotay tossed the padd onto the sofa and wrapped his fingers around the blond's erection. A few carefully measured strokes evoked a deep groan of anticipation. While Tom was in this wordless state, Chakotay took full advantage and maneuvered him into bed.
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He took his time, enjoying all the different textures and flavors of Tom's body, drawing forth soft moans and other exclamations of pleasure. Tom was more of a prize than he'd ever imagined, and he counted himself one of the luckiest men in the universe.
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As his thoughts followed his fingers, tracing the external contours of the body belonging to the man he loved, Chakotay figured if they had made it this far, they could make it all the way. Planting a kiss on Tom's lips, he let his thoughts drift off and committed himself to making Tom soar.
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He began by slicking the fingers of one hand and driving them inside Tom's ass while he deepened their kisses to the point where no part of Tom's mouth had been untouched. He swiped his tongue along the back sides of Tom's teeth, then over and around the length of his tongue, sucking it into his own mouth to nibble on.
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His lover's fingers tried to gouge holes into his skin even as he fought for breath, but, Chakotay was beyond caring if he wound up with a blood-streaked back at this point. All he wanted was to be inside Tom, to fill him so completely that he'd never want anyone else. He released Tom's swollen lips then sucked his way down the vulnerable throat, placing bites and long, loving licks at each and every pulse-point.
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When Tom's legs spread for him, he rested between them for a moment and drew patterns across Tom's chest with his teeth, barely threatening the erect nipples with the promise of hard bites.
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Chakotay caressed Tom inside and out, lightly at first, then harder and more possessively as he gripped his lover's leaking dick in one hand. On his knees, he straddled one of Tom's thighs and gazed into blue eyes that reminded him of the fire that burns the hottest. Then he shifted his position just enough to pull Tom's foreskin down, exposing the wet crown, and he bent his head to wrap his lips around one of the sweetest cocks he'd ever tasted.
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Tom thrashed on the bed, moaning incomprehensible phrases as Chakotay worked his fingers in concert with his tongue until he took Tom to the pinnacle of sexual sensation. Then he paused and eased Tom over onto his stomach, spreading his ass cheeks wide and guiding his cock home, only to thrust them both over the edge and into the great beyond.
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Their shouts died away and their breathing began to calm. The smell of sweat and semen permeated the room, giving Chakotay a wonderful, very comforting sensation. He loved making love with Tom. No matter what they did or how and where they did it, it was a glorious feeling. He kissed the back of Tom's neck then rubbed his shoulder with one hand, and sighed with complete satisfaction. Now, there was only one other thing left to do.
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Still buried deeply inside Tom's ass, Chakotay rested his weight none too easily on his lover and whispered into his ear, "The padd contains the full catalogue from the Notel Hotel and Sex Shop."
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Tom just whimpered, "Oh god."

EPILOGUE
SIX MONTHS LATER

"Tom?"
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"Yeah?"
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Chakotay moved to stand in the doorway of their bedroom and smiled. He watched as his lover sat naked on the bed, his nose aimed at the now well-worn padd. He wondered how many rations they had left in their account. It seemed that Tom kept finding new things to try out.
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Grinning, Chakotay stuck out his hand holding aloft one of their toys, and said, "You won't need that tonight."
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Not looking up, Tom replied absently, "Why not?"
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Chakotay shook his arm and the swishing noise caught Tom's attention causing him to look up, blue eyes widening with surprise. At that response, Chakotay's grin grew until his dimples were out in full force, and he replied, "It's your turn to wear the grass skirt." Then he ducked, laughing, as the padd sailed over his head.
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THE END

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