Undaunted, Part 3


By Britta

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Tom and Chakotay ate the meal that Tom had so meticulously planned and tried hard to achieve that wonderful feeling of newness, excitement and anticipation that they had felt earlier. They came close but didn't quite make it.
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Tom still felt terrible and Chakotay's sparkle had dimmed with unwanted fatigue.
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The quiche was very good and Chakotay said so. They drank more wine and endured several stretches of uncomfortable silence. Finally, Tom fetched the ice cream and a small bowl from the replicator. Setting them on the table, he said, "Well, Chakotay, your ordeal is almost over. Would you like your dessert in your lap?"
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The older man tried to stifle a yawn then answered, "No. I wouldn't. Tom, I wish you would quit worrying about earlier. It wasn't your fault. Accidents happen."
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"Yeah, I know they do but I still feel bad. This isn't how I planned our first date to be." He pushed a small dish of vanilla ice cream in Chakotay's direction and asked, "Would you like some hot fudge to put on top?"
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Chakotay nodded and Tom carefully moved the tiny bowl across the table. "Here. I'll let you do the honors. I don't trust myself with anything hot."
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The older man, his crotch still tingling, gingerly poured some of the fudge over his ice cream and worried about Tom. He still wanted the man badly but knew he wouldn't see any action this evening. He couldn't. He understood the fact that the flesh must rest, regenerated or not.
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Tom knew it too. Regenerators were wonderful tools but that's all they were. They could not undo all the damage that had been done. It would take time for everything to heal completely.
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They ate the ice cream in silence, Chakotay shifting in his chair a few times and when they finished, Tom stood suddenly and whisked away their dishes. "It's time for you to go home and get some rest," he stated flatly.
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Chakotay felt like he'd let the younger man down and nodded sadly. If only this hadn't happened! He rose from the table and walked over to the door, slipping his feet into his shoes without a word. He expected a polite brush-off at this point but didn't know why he felt that way.
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He waited patiently near the door for Tom to come and say good-bye. His mind refused to deal with anything on a more detailed level. He *was* tired and growing more so by the second. All he could concentrate on was how much he wished he could do something to make Tom feel better. He decided that he would deal with it tomorrow.
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Tom finished up whatever he'd been doing and walked over to the door. He peered at Chakotay closely and frowned. Slipping his shoes on, he said brusquely, "Come on. Let's get you home."
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Chakotay was surprised. "Tom, you don't have to do this. I'll be fine."
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Tom grasped his arm tightly, pulled him out the door and said, "Don't have to do what?"
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Chakotay allowed himself to be pulled along having completely lost his train of thought. "I don't know. Oh! I meant you don't have to walk me home."
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Tom smiled gently and replied, "I don't?"
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"No. I can manage on my own."
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Tom sighed. "Right. I'm sure you can but just humor me, OK?"
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Chakotay yawned again and mumbled, "OK...." They ambled along while the Commander's thoughts scrambled around in his brain trying to find purchase. Eventually, he recalled that it was their first date and he decided that since Tom was walking him home, the least he could do was give him a good night kiss.
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Once they reached the First Officer's cabin and Chakotay had keyed in the door code, Tom hustled him inside and called for lights. He gently steered his exhausted date into the bedroom and inquired, "Where's your sleepwear?"
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Chakotay felt ever so slightly energized by being back on his home turf and replied, "I haven't any. I sleep naked."
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"Oh." Tom gulped almost audibly at that admission. "Well then, I guess you can handle it from here on out."
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Chakotay grinned wickedly even though he was tired and his cock was beginning to hurt again.
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He moved toward Tom and said, "Thank you for dinner. Thank you for asking me out." He peeled his clothes off and dropped them on the floor in a pile at his feet.
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As he advanced, Tom retreated.
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Chakotay followed him, nude, all the way to the front door. Once there, he stopped and yawned. Damning himself for that lapse, he said softly, "Thank you for walking me home."
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Tom just blinked as though he were in shock, then Chakotay reached up and pulled his head down for a kiss. A really good kiss. Tom's arms wound around the slightly shorter, yet stronger naked body in front of him and he moaned as his mouth was taken possession of by a tongue more powerful than his own.
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His body reacted in ways he hadn't felt in ages but he didn't stop; he couldn't. It was too powerful, too intoxicating. He was dressed and yet he felt stripped down to his soul as Chakotay gripped him, held him and concentrated on him.
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He could hardly breathe....
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Finally, Chakotay broke the kiss and licked Tom's lips one last time. "Good night."
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Tom stumbled back against the door, triggering it open as Chakotay turned around and headed for bed. Tom wasn't paying attention and found himself on his backside in the corridor, pondering what had just happened.
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Harry strolled around the corner to find Tom half sprawled on the floor in front of the First Officer's quarters.
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Tom looked a little dazed, his hand rubbing slightly swollen lips. He glanced up when he noticed a pair of legs beside him and saw Harry peering down at him with a worried look on his face.
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"Tom, what happened? Did he hit you? Are you OK?" Harry extended his hand and pulled Tom to his feet.
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"Hmm? Huh? What are you talking about?" Tom dusted off the seat of his pants and looked at his friend. "I'm fine, Har. Just surprised, that's all."
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"It looks more like shock to me. What did he do to you?" Harry frowned.
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Tom grinned widely and replied, "He kissed me."
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Now it was Harry who appeared shocked. "That's it?"
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Tom nodded and patted Harry's shoulder. As they moved down the corridor, Tom shook his head as if to clear it and said, "Well, you see, it was one hell of a kiss...."
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Chakotay woke up somewhat disoriented and thought back to the night before. What had he been thinking? Taking off his clothes and kissing Tom like that? He felt his face flush with the heat of embarrassment and hopped out of bed and into the shower.
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The hot water felt good everywhere except his still tender cock and thighs. Damn, that had hurt. He hoped someday when the memory of the pain had faded, he would be able to laugh about it. For now, he needed something non-chafing to wear under his uniform.
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Sighing, he spent some of his rations on a pair of very soft, brushed cotton shorts. He pulled them on and then his uniform. He walked around a bit and decided they would do. Just then, his door chimed. He called out, "Come."
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Tom entered and looked around curiously. "Chakotay?"
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"In here."
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Tom went into the bedroom and found Chakotay putting on his boots. "Good morning."
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Chakotay rose and fastened his jacket. "Good morning. What brings you here so early?"
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Tom watched as Chakotay checked himself one last time in the mirror and replied, "I came to see how you were feeling. You were kind of out of it last night."
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"Don't remind me."
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"Hey, it's no big deal. You went through some heavy trauma. The body does weird things in response to situations like those. So how do you feel?"
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Chakotay turned to face him. "I'm fine. Still a little over-sensitized but that's it."
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"Good." Tom smiled with relief. "Would you have breakfast with me?"
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"I'm sorry but I can't. I have an early meeting with the Captain." Chakotay sounded disappointed.
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"Well, maybe we can get together later. Will you have any free time today?" Tom asked hopefully.
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Chakotay reached out and touched Tom's cheek. "I'll make some. Catch up with me after shift, OK?"
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Tom covered the Commander's hand with his own then brought it to his lips and kissed it. "Will do."
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Tom spent the day anxiously awaiting the end of their shift. He was so glad last night's fiasco hadn't killed his chances with Chakotay. He smiled whenever he thought of that unexpectedly intense good night kiss that the older man had laid on him. Wow, it had ignited his nerves and fried his brain. He wanted more.
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His lips tingled at the memory and he sent hot glances to Chakotay at every opportunity. The Commander smoldered back and Tom's hopes rose exponentially. He couldn't wait to get the man into bed. He just *knew* they would be good together....
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Chakotay smiled his way through lunch, being quieter than usual, his thoughts centered on the pilot who had been ravishing him with his eyes all morning long. He sighed in anticipation of the evening.
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The Captain picked up on it and said, "You're smirking."
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"I am not." Chakotay covered his widening grin by drinking some water.
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Janeway gave him 'the look' and countered, "Yes, you are. It must have been some date you had with Tom last night."
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His eyes widened. "How did you know about that?"
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She waved a hand impatiently. "The whole ship knows. You two are being watched very carefully."
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Chakotay gulped. "We are?"
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"Mm hmm. The crew is bored and the two of you are providing lots of entertainment, not to mention betting opportunities." The Captain reached for her coffee mug.
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"I see. How do you feel about it?"
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She shrugged. "As long as you don't do it on the bridge or let your hormones get in the way of your duty, it doesn't matter to me. I also find the situation entertaining." She smiled at him.
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Chakotay sat back in his chair and sighed, "I feel like I'm on a ship filled with voyeurs."
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The Captain chuckled and set her napkin aside. "Come on. Let's go back to the bridge before someone misinterprets our having lunch together."
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The end of shift arrived just as Chakotay was handed a stack of padds to review. Great. Just what he needed. Dinner would be in his office tonight.
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Tom approached, sex appeal oozing from every pore and waited until the Commander looked up at him. "Hi. Care to go get some dinner with me?"
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"I can't." Chakotay pointed to the padds. "Not if I want any free time later on."
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"Oh." Tom's good cheer visibly deflated. "How long will you be?"
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"Give me a couple of hours. I should be done by then." Chakotay rose, padds in hand and they headed for the turbolift. "I'll be in my office. Why don't you comm me or come by around 1900."
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As the lift doors closed, Tom leaned closer to the man and kissed him lightly. "I'll do that."
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When the doors opened again, they separated, each thinking exactly the same thing: 'First Officers work too much.'
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At 1855, Tom entered the XO's office. "How's it going?"
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Chakotay looked from up from the last padd and replied, "I'm almost done. Let me finish this one report then clean this place up and I'll be free for the night." He shot Tom a smile full of promises.
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Tom, impatient to get the older man all to himself, started tidying up. He put the dinner dishes into the recycler and straightened up the few things he felt safe touching. He knew what it was like when someone else upset the order of one's personal chaos.
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Setting the padd aside, Chakotay stood and stretched. "That's it. Let's go." Pulling Tom out the door, he said, "Thanks for cleaning up in there. Do you mind if I stop by my cabin so I can change?"
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"No, not at all."
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After a brief pitstop for a shower and clean clothes, the pair stood in the corridor outside Chakotay's door.
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"It's your turn to choose something to do," Tom said with a smile. "Got any ideas?"
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Chakotay grinned. "Yes. Actually I have. Would you mind if we paid the museum a visit? I haven't been down there in a long time. I'd like to see if there are any new exhibits."
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Tom thought, the museum? He'd almost forgotten it existed. It was a tiny, unused space for carrying the belongings of visiting big-wigs when they traveled with an entourage. Since Voyager had been thrown into the Delta Quadrant, it had been converted into a museum of oddities people collected and then grew tired of. The 'exhibits' changed frequently as it also operated like a swap meet. You brought stuff or took something away if it caught your fancy.
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"Sounds like a plan. Let's do it."
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Chakotay took Tom's hand in his and they started off toward the turbolift. "You know, the museum is undervalued. It's a good idea that doesn't get enough credit. I mean, here we are, always short on rations, and we're stuck out here with little opportunity to redecorate our living spaces. I think the revolving museum is very helpful. What one person gets tired of and considers a white elephant may become someone else's treasure."
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Chakotay's last line brought images to Tom's mind that he didn't want to deal with. Could it be that's how Chakotay thought of him? As B'Elanna's 'white elephant'? Shaking his head at the mountain of self-doubt that had suddenly arisen, he realized if that were true, he wouldn't be holding hands with his CO in public. He trusted Chakotay to be honest with him. He gave the man's hand a squeeze in reply.
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Chakotay inquired, "Do you recall who set up the museum in the first place? I mean, whose idea was it?"
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Tom replied thoughtfully, "I think it was something Kes brought up once."
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"Really? I didn't know that."
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Tom responded softly, "She was always thinking ahead. I never understood it. For someone who had such a short lifespan, I would have expected her to live more for the present, in the moment, you know?"
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They exited the turbolift and Chakotay glanced at Tom, "Yes. I know what you mean. That woman always surprised me. She had more depth than I ever expected. I miss her."
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"So do I."
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They came upon the museum and opened the door, startling Neelix who was within the small room wielding the Delta Quadrant equivalent of a feather duster. "Good evening, gentlemen. It's so nice to see we have some visitors. Are you here to drop something off or to shop for a new addition to your quarters?" He looked at the two them and smiled widely.
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"Um, we're just browsing," Tom said quickly.
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"Oh, well then, take your time. There are lots of things to look at. Why, over here we have the rotating vid collection," Neelix pointed to a rack filled with disks.
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Tom queried, "Rotating vids?" He was always interested in vids.
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Neelix caught his curiosity and explained, "Yes. These move faster than anything else in stock. Especially the pornographic ones." He beamed at the two men delightedly.
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"Somehow I'm not surprised," Chakotay answered, hiding his smile.
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Neelix leaned forward and said conspiratorially, "We used to call them 'blue vids', until Chell objected. But they are still the most in demand."
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Chakotay tugged Tom away from the vids before he burst out laughing and could hurt Neelix's feelings. He stopped before a table with several odd metal 'things' on it. "Neelix? What are these, do you know?"
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"Oh, yes, Commander. This is the 'Dildos of the Delta Quadrant' exhibit. Most of these items have been here for quite some time I'm afraid. They aren't too popular with the crew." Neelix swiped his duster over them a time or two sending up a small cloud.
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Tom was turning beet red, trying hard not to lose it but leaned close enough to Chakotay to press his lips against the man's ear and whisper, "I can see why nobody wants them. They all look like they'd really hurt. Can you imagine? Especially the one with all those inverted pyramids sticking out...." As he started to shake with suppressed laughter, the Commander pulled him closer and let him bury his face in his neck.
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Sotto voce, he said, "Behave. Be nice." Aloud, he stated. "That's very interesting, Neelix." Chakotay was on the verge of losing it as well but felt that he *had* to maintain his composure, no matter what. He steered Tom toward yet another part of the little room and wondered why he had thought coming down here was such a good idea.
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Neelix followed them, gazing curiously at Tom who was draped over and around Chakotay like a limpet. He wondered if this were part of normal sexual behavior between two humans. There were other couples and even a trio or two aboard ship but he hadn't had the opportunity to examine their actions up close and personally, like he did right now.
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Tom finally realized that they were putting on a show and gathered his emotions up, as if he were sweeping the floor, then he shoved everything under his mental rug. "Chakotay? Maybe we'd better go now. I think we have to take care of that final report on conn maintenance before the morning meeting." He moved out of the Commander's one-armed embrace a little reluctantly but promised himself he'd be back there soon enough.
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Chakotay stared at him for a moment then caught on. "Yes. You're right. Neelix, we have to go now. Thank you for showing us around. We'll come back some other time to look at what else you have here." He smiled at the spotted, furry man and tried to convey his sincerity.
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Neelix smiled cheerfully. "All right. I wish the two of you the best of all evenings. Good night." He picked up his duster again and went about his business.
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"Good night, Neelix!" Tom called out as he was yanked out into the corridor.
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Chakotay gripped Tom's hand so hard the younger man yelped. When they were far enough away from prying eyes and ears, the Commander stopped suddenly and said gruffly, "You don't know how close I came to laughing out loud in there. The stuff we looked at coupled with you hanging all over me has given me ideas."
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Tom purred, "Oh yeah? What kind?"
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Now Chakotay did laugh. Once he got the guffaws out of his system, he growled, "The best kind. I want to take you into the nearest empty room and rip your clothes off." He followed up on this statement by pressing Tom against the wall and kissing him almost harshly, pressing his leg between the taller man's, grinding his hip against Tom's crotch.
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Tom moaned softly which stirred Chakotay's passion to even hotter intensity. His hands roamed over Tom's body, squeezing and pulling them closer together.
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Tom pulled back a millimeter or so and gasped, "Yes, do it. Take me home and *take* me."
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Chakotay gave Tom some room and stared at him, lust radiating from every single molecule of his body. "Do you have any idea how long I've wanted you?" he rasped out.
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Tom shook his head, remaining mute, looking for all the galaxy like an overheated virgin about to be sacrificed.
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The older man just shook his head and muttered, "Forever." Then he latched onto Tom's lips again, this time even more fiercely than before. Minutes passed as he explored the hot, sweet mouth, tasting Tom while his ass was being gripped and kneaded by vise-like fingers.
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Chakotay felt a persistent tapping on his shoulder and he slowly, reluctantly peeled himself away from Tom. Breathing hard, he turned to glower at whoever it was that dared to interrupt them.
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"Take it home, gentlemen," came Janeway's less than dulcet voice.
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"Yes, Ma'am." They both answered as if it had been an order, which it probably had been.
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Grinning at each other, too preoccupied to wonder what the Captain was doing down there in the first place, the two turned their backs to her, rearranged their erections and walked away, hand in hand.
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"Whose quarters are closer?" Tom asked between feverish kisses in the turbolift.
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"Yours." Chakotay answered as he fondled the hardness of Tom's cock through his trousers.
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"Good. Let's go there. Now." Tom felt like if they didn't get there soon it would all become moot.
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As the 'lift doors opened depositing them on their deck, Chakotay stared at Tom hard and asked roughly, "Did you mean what you said earlier?"
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"What?" Tom answered breathlessly as they moved into the corridor.
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Chakotay halted their progress momentarily and clutched Tom's ass with both hands, heedless of any and all passersby, then said in a low voice, "About me taking you?"
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"Yeah. I meant every fucking word." Tom let his lips and teeth attack the nearest ear lobe then bit down, hard.
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Chakotay hissed, "Then I will. I'll take you and make you *mine*." He sealed that promise with a searing kiss, oblivious to their audience of one.
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Tom didn't notice Harry lurking in the shadows waiting for the turbolift either. All he wanted was to go home and get the man in his arms naked.
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Chakotay wasn't thinking too clearly as he pulled Tom down the hall in the direction of Tom's quarters. But one thought would not leave him: He is mine for tonight. If this is only opportunity I ever get, I will take it. I've wanted him for so long.... The image of Paris, beneath him, writhing in pleasure, Spirits! He'd be a fool to pass this up; no matter what the consequences.
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Tom automatically keyed in his door code. Sensing the absolute need for haste, he called for lights and kicked off his shoes impatiently.
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Chakotay followed suit and after his shoes were off, he went at Tom like a starving man goes for a multi-course meal.
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Tom matched his hunger and clothes were rent, shredded in their need to feel bare skin.
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It didn't seem to matter who did what to whom, they were caught up in a sexual frenzy with a magnitude of force eight.
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Once naked, their clothing lying in tatters on the living room floor, Tom seemed to come to his senses for a picosecond and whispered roughly, "If you're going to lose control and hurt me, I need to know now. I'll get the regenerator and keep it handy."
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The word, 'hurt', somehow penetrated Chakotay's testosterone-filled existence and served as well as a barrel full of ice water. He stopped sucking on Tom's neck and took a deliberate step backward and away from the man who'd plagued his dreams for years.
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They stared at each other as if they were total strangers.
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Chakotay looked at Tom sadly and thought, what had that bitch done to him? Or maybe it wasn't just her...maybe there had been other men....
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Tom gazed back at Chakotay, afraid he'd said or done something wrong. This situation wasn't like being with B'Elanna, it was different. Still, he wanted to be prepared for the worst.
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Before he lost the mood entirely, Chakotay stepped forward and took Tom in his arms, kissing him as gently as he knew how. "I would not hurt you on purpose," he whispered.
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Tom relaxed and rubbed his semi-hard cock against the older man's belly trying to re-ignite their passion to the crazed level it had been up to before.
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Chakotay kept kissing him, stroking him softly, reassuring him with his body that he only meant to give pleasure. If this was his one chance to bed Tom Paris, and he feared that it was, then he'd make love to him and pray it would feel so good that Tom would want to do it again. As he began nibbling on a pale shoulder, he cursed himself for his earlier impatience. He wanted this to be perfect.
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