Undaunted, Part 4


By Britta

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Tom was confused. He was also horny as all hell thanks to Chakotay's gentle ministrations. He had been deftly maneuvered into his bedroom and settled on his bed. Chakotay hadn't said a word, his mouth never leaving Tom's body once.
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Soft touches, tender kisses and much delicate frottage had brought Tom to fever pitch again but he wondered where Mr. Ferocious had gone. In his place was a different man, one who worshipped with each touch of tongue or fingers to his skin.
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Chakotay hovered over Tom licking his way down and across the lightly furred chest, stopping to tease and suck the sensitive spots he discovered in his oral exploration. Tom tasted good everywhere. He felt good, too.
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Tom was straining, trying not to writhe too much, quivering with need, his hands playing with Chakotay's hair. He wanted...more...oh, yes! He ceased thinking the moment Chakotay engulfed his cock and began to suck.
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Chakotay loved giving head, he liked the feel of soft, hot skin in his mouth responding to his lips and tongue. He enjoyed hearing the groans and cries his lovers produced. Above all, he liked how relaxed and compliant they became after he brought them to climax. All the tension gone, the rush, the urgency dissipated...then he could take his time and do it all over again....
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Tom came with a mangled moan and Chakotay scooted up to lie beside him.
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He held Tom close, nuzzling his neck, inhaling his scent and waited, banking his own burning embers of desire until Tom was recovered enough to fan him into flames once again.
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Eventually, Tom stirred enough to prop himself up on an elbow and lean over for a languorous kiss. Breaking it, he said, "That was one hell of a blow job. Thank you."
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"You're welcome. I'm glad you liked it." Chakotay smiled back with great satisfaction.
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"When is it my turn?" he asked while his free hand wandered down his CO's body coming to rest on the man's engorged cock.
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Chakotay let out an 'mmm' of appreciation for the strokes and squeezes Tom bestowed on his erection but then removed the younger man's hand and replied, "Not tonight."
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"Why not?" Tom sounded disappointed.
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Chakotay rolled over, pressing Tom down on his back again and whispered seductively in his ear, "Because I'm going to take you, remember?" He followed that with a deep, tonsil-washing kiss that drove home his point of wanting to be deeply inside his lover.
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Tom pushed him away gently and purred, "Ooohh, yeah. Now I remember. Let me up for a second while I get what we need."
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Chakotay kissed him again then moved off, freeing Tom. He lay on his back and relished these golden moments of anticipation. Heaven of some sort surely awaited him.
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The pilot, smirking to himself, rolled over onto his side and reached for the night stand. Propped on one arm, he sat up and twisted, trying to open the drawer which stuck a little. Tugging harder, it opened up suddenly, taking him by surprise as the drawer flew out and landed on the floor. Tom's fingers stuck in the opening device which threw his balance off. He careened forward and grabbed at the night stand only managing to catch the cloth on top which slid after him as half his body headed for the floor.
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To add insult to injury, a small but very heavy statuette of a particularly ugly woman toppled over and came down bouncing off the back of his head.
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With a grunt of pain and surprise, Tom was half on the bed, half off, his butt sticking up in the air and out cold as a mackerel.
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It all happened so fast, Chakotay wasn't sure anything was wrong until he heard an ominous thud and Tom's out of place vocalization. Sitting up, he peered over the edge of the bed, giving that inviting rear end a lustful rub, and inquired, "Tom? Are you all right?"
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There was no answer. Oh shit! Then he saw a trickle of blood and leaped up grabbing the nearby tricorder. He aimed it at his lover and sighed in relief that Tom was breathing steadily and had a strong pulse. His raging hard-on quit raging as he thought back to when he'd suspected the soup in his lap had been a harbinger of things to come. It seemed he was right.
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He commed Sickbay and asked the Doctor to make a housecall. While awaiting their physician's arrival, he unmade the bed and got Tom into it, placing a towel under his head to catch the blood. He called for full lights and noticed that not only was there a lump on the back of Tom's head but a couple of scrapes on his face and a split lip as well, probably from encountering the drawer.
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He went to put on his clothes but found them unwearable. Cursing his luck, he threw their ruined clothing into the recycler. He then wrapped himself awkwardly in the bedspread moments before the door to Tom's quarters slid open and the Doctor stalked inside.
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"Where is he?" the Doctor called out.
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"In here." Chakotay stood at the foot of the bed watching while Tom was checked out and tended.
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"Would you care to explain how this happened?" the Doctor asked acidly.
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"I don't really know. We were...resting...and the next thing I knew, Tom was hurt." Chakotay felt sure the Doctor didn't believe him.
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The Doctor aimed his device at Tom's head then his groin and harrumphed. "I see. Yes, the evidence does support your assertion. And what of you, Commander? Were *you* resting, too?" He turned and scanned Chakotay quickly, then snapped, "Aha. I thought not."
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With that, he pressed a hypospray against Tom's neck, rolled him onto his side and treated his injuries. When he was finished, he covered the unconscious man and stood to face Chakotay.
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Chakotay didn't know what to do. He waited for the Doctor to speak again.
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"I see from the contents of this drawer that the Lieutenant must have been attempting to retrieve something *interesting* at the time of his accident." The Doctor glanced slyly at the First Officer, waiting for his reaction.
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Chakotay was puzzled. "I don't know what you mean by that."
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"Come, come, be honest now, Commander. Surely you know that some of the contents of this drawer," he nudged it with one holographic foot, "Are illegal in the Alpha Quadrant?"
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"No, I didn't know that." Chakotay was beginning to feel very put upon and uncomfortable.
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The Doctor relished this situation, especially since there were no serious injuries so he played it for all it was worth. "Really? Well, I'm sure you'll discover the joys of Mr. Paris' toybox soon enough. Because we are not *in* the Alpha Quadrant and none of these items are habit-forming, I am inclined to ignore their existence and not confiscate them."
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"I'm sure Lt. Paris will be properly grateful, as am I." Chakotay knew it was in his and Tom's best interest to keep on the Doctor's good side.
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"Now, Commander, I want to know about the residual traces of burns that I detected when I scanned you. What happened?" He began putting away his medical instruments and glared at Chakotay stubbornly.
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"It was nothing. An accident. Tom spilled hot soup on me last night. He took care of it. I'm all right now."
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"Well, we'll just see about that." He scooped up his tricorder again and said, "Drop the bedspread and come over here under the light."
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When Chakotay hesitated, the Doctor continued, "That was a medical order. I am CMO on this ship and you *will* comply. Now."
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Sighing, the XO did as he was told. It was embarrassing having the Doctor handle him in this way. He'd been so aroused earlier, it didn't take much for him to start to harden again.
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The Doctor noticed but ignored it for the moment while he inspected Tom's handiwork. "Mr. Paris did a good job. You should be fine by morning, if you aren't already. In fact, I suggest that since your *paramour* is out of commission for the time being you should go home and 'take care of matters'. I need to get something from Sickbay then I'll be back to stay with the Lieutenant until he wakes up."
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Chakotay blushed so hard he felt like his hair was on fire. "I have a slight problem with leaving. You see, I don't have anything to wear."
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"Well, don't look at me. I don't have time to play gofer and fetch you some clothing. Why not wear that bedspread you've become so enamored of? I'm sure no one will mind." The Doctor smiled as he moved toward the front door.
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It was either that or spend precious rations that he couldn't really afford. Damn!
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The Doctor stood in the now-open doorway to the hall and said, "Mr. Paris needs to sleep alone tonight, undisturbed. Please find your way home as soon as I get back."
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Just as the Doctor stepped out the door, he turned and said, "I think I may have found a solution for you." He waved his arm and called out, "Commander Tuvok, may I speak with you for a moment?"
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Oh Spirits! Chakotay felt yet another deep blush begin.
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The Doctor waved Tuvok into the room and explained in his own way what was needed until Chakotay cut him off by saying, "Tuvok, would you please go to my quarters and get me a pair of pants and a shirt. Use your override to get in and bring the clothes back here to me."
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One eyebrow rose but no other reaction was forthcoming. He stated, "Of course, Commander, I would be gratified to assist you in this matter. I shall return shortly."
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"Thank you." Chakotay felt greatly relieved yet still embarrassed.
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The Doctor, on the verge of leaving, couldn't resist a parting shot, "At the rate you and Mr. Paris have been going, considering you've only been seeing each other for two days, I am wondering if I ought to lay in extra medical supplies or ready Sickbay for surgery, maybe even train an extra nurse or two. I do hope I don't see either of you on business again. Good night, Commander and don't worry about Mr. Paris. I will be monitoring his condition until tomorrow morning. If I am needed elsewhere before he can be left alone, I will inform you."
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The door shut behind the Doctor and Chakotay sighed in relief. What a night! Deciding he didn't dare do much more than peek in on Tom, in case that holographic reprobate was watching electronically, he pressed a kiss to Tom's lips and lowered the lights then waited in the living room for Tuvok to return.
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He paced around wrapped up in Tom's bedspread and thought, if tonight's events hadn't been enough, on top of everything else, now his balls had begun to ache.
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Harry just happened to see Tuvok coming out of Chakotay's cabin with a wad of clothing in his arms and wondered why. Being the curious Ensign that he was, he followed him discreetly to Tom's quarters. Very interesting. He decided that while he would worm the details out of Tom the next day, this information might be useful in setting up the next betting pool.
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Chakotay thanked Tuvok for his assistance and put on his clothes thinking at least Vulcans were souls of discretion. He needn't worry about any rumors.
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He waited until the Doctor returned then headed home to his cold, lonely bed wondering what could possibly be in that drawer of Tom's night stand other than lube.
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Once home, he took the Doctor's advice and relieved himself. One quick, barely satisfactory hand job later, Chakotay fell asleep and dreamed of fucking Tom.
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Tom woke up in the middle of the ship's night with a headache and a ferocious need to pee. Not bothering to call up more light, he sat up and swung his legs out of bed smacking both feet down into the drawer full of goodies lying on the floor. "What the fuck?"
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The Doctor, hearing Tom as soon as he stirred, stood in the doorway and called for full lights.
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Tom whipped his head around, saw the Doctor, then squeezed his eyes shut. "What are *you* doing here? Where's Chakotay? Why does my head hurt? What the hell is going on?" He rubbed his head gently and frowned.
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"One question at a time Lieutenant." The Doctor scanned Tom briefly. "I am here because you injured yourself. It occurred in the midst of a tryst between you and Commander Chakotay. He commed me and I came to patch you up. I sent him home...eventually and have been here monitoring your condition since then."
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As the Doctor put away his gear, Tom said, "Can I get up now? I really need the head."
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"By all means. Go."
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Tom moved his feet out of the drawer and rose gingerly, making his way into the bathroom.
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Meanwhile, the Doctor, with his never-ending curiosity, undertook a more thorough examination of the contents of Tom's bedside drawer than he had been able to do with Chakotay breathing down his holographic neck. A permanent record of this might just come in handy one of these days, he thought, especially if I have to treat either one of them due to the use or abuse of one or more of these items.
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He whipped out his tricorder and scanned the contents, taking a nanosecond to appreciate Tom's ingenuity and wondered how the young man had obtained such a wide variety of playthings. He put away the tricorder as he heard the toilet flush and stood back looking as innocent as only a hologram can.
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Tom returned, yawning and not caring about his nudity. He bent down and picked up the drawer then shoved it back into place. Turning around, he asked, "Can you tell me why my head hurts and give me something for it?"
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"Of course I can. Why don't you get back into bed first, then I'll explain."
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It seemed that Tom wasn't thinking too clearly because he complied without complaining. The Doctor pressed a hypospray loaded with pain-killers against his neck and said, "It appears you were struck on the head by this statuette as you were attempting to remove something from your drawer."
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"Oh, yeah, I remember now. The drawer got stuck and I wiggled it and it flew out and I fell, sort of. Then I got beaned." He took the statuette from the Doctor and looked at it contemptuously. "I've always hated this thing. Gods know why I kept it."
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"I don't know either, nor do I care to find out. I am glad, however, that you recall what transpired. I want you to get some more sleep now. That's an order."
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"OK." Tom yawned and rolled over, not caring one iota that the Doctor was still there. Within minutes he was snoring, the statuette still gripped tightly in his hand.
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The Doctor tried out his version of a snort, doused the lights and went back out to the living room. Fortunately, the rest of the night was quiet.
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Chakotay woke up to massively sticky sheets and realized that his dreams had done their job yet again. His tension was gone even though his desire remained intact. That, plus the fact that his balls didn't hurt anymore, put him into a good mood and ready to start the new day.
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Peeling the sheets off himself, he got out of bed and jumped into the shower. Although disappointed at last night's turn of events, he did acknowledge that Tom was OK and there would be other opportunities in the offing.
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He put on his uniform and smiled at himself in the mirror. Deciding to stop by and check on Tom, he headed off in the direction of the pilot's quarters with the hope of snatching a smooch or two.
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Harry, hell bent on finding out what weirdness his best friend had been up to was also on his way to Tom's quarters, hoping to catch him early enough so they could have breakfast together. He was dying to find out why Tuvok had been visiting there.
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He strolled half-way around the corner then stopped suddenly as he heard voices close by.
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It sounded like the Holodoc...and the First Officer? What could they be arguing about in front of Tom's cabin? He crept closer.
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"Lieutenant Paris is fine. He's sleeping. I do not want him disturbed and so have taken him off duty for the day. You may see him at lunch and not before, is that clear, Commander?"
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Harry peeked around the rest of the corner and saw Chakotay nod, looking rather disappointed. The men ended their conversation on that note and Harry quickly went back the way he came wondering why Tom had been taken off duty. What had happened?
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Thinking back on how he'd found Tom on his butt in the corridor in front of Chakotay's quarters the night before last and then seeing Tuvok coming out of Chakotay's quarters last night and now the Doctor being involved, Harry was truly puzzled and not a little concerned. Tom was his best friend. He was positive something was wrong.
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He was so worried, he decided not to use this information as the basis of the next betting pool, at least not yet.
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Chakotay spent the morning on the bridge wondering why both the Captain and Ensign Kim were giving him strange looks. He was far more concerned about Tom, however, and so paid them scant attention. He scheduled himself for early lunch and when it came, went directly to Tom's cabin.
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He pressed the door chime anxiously and was relieved when Tom answered. There was no sign of the Doctor. "Hi. How are you feeling?"
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As the door closed, Tom moved into his arms and kissed him. "I'm fine but bored. Did you come to liven up my afternoon?" he asked hopefully.
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"No. I wish I could but the Doctor said you have to take it easy today." He stroked Tom's hair and hugged him, enjoying the closeness that had been too long absent from his life.
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"Mm...you feel good," Tom mumbled as he rubbed Chakotay's back.
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"So do you."
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They held each other in silence until Tom slowly stepped back and queried, "Have you eaten yet?"
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"No. You?"
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Tom nodded. "I had a really late breakfast which the Doctor watched me eat. He also hung around for awhile making sure I kept it down. Let me get you a sandwich or something, it's least I can do after leaving you in the lurch last night." He pulled Chakotay toward the table and went to the replicator.
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"Don't worry about me and last night. I managed." Chakotay ignored Tom's 'I'll just bet you did' look and sat down across from him. He picked up the sandwich Tom brought him and said, "Thanks for lunch."
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"You're welcome. So is anything exciting going on today?"
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"No. Not a thing." He sipped some of the water Tom had also provided.
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"Good. I'd hate to think I was missing out."
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Between bites Chakotay responded, "You aren't. When can you go back on duty?"
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Tom stole a sip of Chakotay's water and replied, "The Doc's going to check me out later today and decide then. I'm betting he'll clear me for action this afternoon, which means we can pick up from where we left off last night." He lifted his eyebrows a couple of times to get his meaning across.
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"Oh?"
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They grinned at each other for a moment then Chakotay went back to his sandwich. As he bit and chewed, he gave Tom the once-over. He looked fine: color good and eyes bright, dancing with mischief. He hoped Tom was right and looked forward to the evening.
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Tom gazed speculatively at his new lover and wondered what he could do to make their night special, aside from offering the man his lily-white ass on a platter. He watched as Chakotay ate and decided he was sexy even with his mouth full. Gods, how he wanted him. He idly wondered if things would change once they'd done the deed. Would Chakotay leave once his curiosity was satisfied? He didn't think so but couldn't be too sure. They hadn't talked about it.
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Chakotay swallowed the last bite of his delicious multi-veg sandwich and downed the last of the water. "What are you thinking about? You have the strangest expression on your face."
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Tom shook his head. "Nothing important."
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Chakotay frowned slightly. "I'm not sure I believe you. Unfortunately, I don't have time to argue right now. I have to get back to the bridge." He rose from the table and Tom did likewise.
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They moved to the door and Chakotay held out his arms. Tom moved within them and sighed. "Really, it was nothing. If you must know, I'll tell you later, OK?"
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"OK. I'll come by after shift and we'll trade thoughts. Rest up and I'll see you then." Chakotay planted a kiss on Tom's lips to seal the deal.
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In less time than it took the Commander to get to the turbolift, Tom's door chimed again. Thinking maybe Chakotay had come back, he eagerly called out, "Come!"
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Harry strode into the room and saw Tom's face reflect disappointment for a moment. "Hi."
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"Hi." Tom turned his back and stuck the dishes into the recycler. "What brings you here?"
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"I came to see why you weren't on the bridge today." He moved closer to his friend trying to find any evidence to support his nebulous theory.
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Embarrassed, Tom shuffled over to the sofa and sat down. "Uh, I had a little accident, that's all. No big deal." He didn't want to tell Harry that it had happened while he and Chakotay had been in bed.
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Harry stared at him, disbelieving.
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Sensing his friend's distress, Tom unintentionally made matters worse. "It was all my own fault."
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Harry's eyes widened to almost painful proportions yet he remained silent, not knowing what to say. The thoughts rushed through his mind so fast, he couldn't get a grip on any single one of them.
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Tom dug himself in even deeper by going into his bedroom and bringing out the statuette. With a half-smile, he said, "Do you remember this?"
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Harry nodded confusedly. "It belongs to B'Elanna."
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"Correction. It belongs to me." Tom paced around and set the ugly thing on the table. "It was the first and last heavy object she ever threw at me."
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"Tom, what has this got to do with why you're off duty today?" Harry's puzzlement intensified.
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"I'm, uh, getting there. Sit down and let me explain." He waved at the couch and wondered how he'd do this without Harry laughing his ass off at him.
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Harry sat and waited, wondering why Tom was blushing.
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"You see, Har, the reason this 'thing' is mine is because when B'Elanna threw it at me, I didn't duck. In fact, I caught it and threw it back."
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Harry was shocked. He knew enough about Klingon mating rituals to realize that what Tom had done was not kosher, at least not Klingon-kosher. Still, what did this have to do with....
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Tom saw Harry gather his questions and forestalled him by saying, "I got hit on the head last night, by this. Chakotay and I were in bed at the time and--"
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"He hit you! Tom, this isn't right. I knew something was wrong when I saw you out on your ass in front of his door. This isn't--" Harry had jumped to his feet and started to pace shaking his head.
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"HARRY! Calm down. You have it all wrong. He didn't hit me. I was leaning out of bed and lost my balance. I grabbed for the night stand and miscalculated. I dragged the cloth off and brought the statuette down with it! That's all. Gods! Where would you get the idea that Chakotay hit me?"
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In a sudden flash of insight, Harry realized that he'd got it backward. Sighing, he used up most of his lunch hour explaining, finally leaving Tom in tears of laughter.
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After shift, Chakotay dropped by his quarters to clean up and change out of uniform. He then went to take Tom to dinner, hoping that the Doctor had released him from 'taking it easy'.
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Arriving at Tom's cabin, he found Tom showered, shaved and dressed to go out. Smiling, he said, "I take it the Doctor gave you the go ahead?"
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After kissing Chakotay hello, Tom replied, "He sure did."
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"Great. Let's get dinner and then we can talk." The Commander had not forgotten the look on Tom's face earlier and was determined to get to the bottom of it.
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"OK. Do you mind if we make a detour on the way to the mess hall?" Tom inquired.
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"No. Where do you want to go?"
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"The museum." At Chakotay's mystified glance, he continued, "I have something I want to drop off." He went to the table and picked up the statuette.
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Chakotay asked no questions but silently accompanied Tom as they went down into the bowels of the ship.
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When they reached the museum, Tom immediately placed his offering at the very front of all the others on the main table, then turned and looked toward the place where the dildos were usually displayed. "Chakotay, check this out!"
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Chakotay stood by the door patiently waiting for Tom to finish his business. When his name was called, he joined Tom and following the man's shocked gaze, he noticed all the dildos were gone. Every single one of them had disappeared.
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They looked at each other and then again at the barren display. Tom leaned in closely and whispered, "Do you think it was the Captain?"
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Chakotay pulled Tom close and replied in a low voice, "Are you trying to make me lose my appetite completely? If so, you're doing a fine job."
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Tom laughed out loud. "I wouldn't want to do that. You're going to need all your strength later." He kissed Chakotay deeply and bumped his groin against the older man's, rekindling a fire in Chakotay that hadn't ever gone out.
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"In that case, let's go eat." The XO didn't wait but took Tom's hand and led them outside.
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After the fastest dinner ever eaten in its entirety in the history of the mess hall, Tom and Chakotay, disregarding the interested stares and glances aimed at them headed for the Commander's quarters.
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As they practically raced down the corridor, Tom asked, "Why your cabin? Why not mine?"
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"Because I'm hoping we'll have better luck in mine," Chakotay answered breathlessly.
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"Good point."
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They careened through the door and stripped so quickly, it was a miracle neither one of them got cloth burns.
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Once naked, Chakotay dealt with the lights and summarily dragged Tom to his bed. Not willing to wait an instant longer, he threw off the covers, pulled the pilot into his arms and whispered, "Now it's my turn. I *will* get what I've waited for."
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Tom, slipping into the smartass persona at which he excelled, just went along for the ride until Chakotay found the lube then said, "But I thought you wanted to talk to me...at least that's what you said earlier."
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Chakotay pushed him onto the bed and lowered himself on top of the other man carefully. He stated softly, "We'll talk later. Right now I am going to fuck you." He stared at Tom until the smartass disappeared leaving a hot, wanton man in his place.
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Tom dissolved into the kiss that Chakotay bestowed on him and thought, gods...Mr. Ferocious was back....
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Chakotay didn't hurry but he didn't dawdle either. He plundered Tom's mouth with his tongue, opened the lube one-handed while his other hand was busy touching everything in its path.
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Tom arched up to meet every caress, his arms around the strong, brown body that promised so much pleasure. He kissed and was kissed so long and completely, he hardly noticed when Chakotay's fingers entered him. He instinctively spread his legs and brought them up and out of the way, letting his lover move into position.
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Chakotay prepared himself and broke their kiss just long enough to put Tom's legs over his shoulders and look deeply into dilated blue eyes. "Are you ready for me? Do you want it?" he asked roughly.
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In answer, Tom moved his hands to Chakotay's ass and waited until he felt the head of a cock poised against his opening, then he pulled hard and Chakotay slid inside.
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Tom caught his breath and Chakotay stopped, waiting for permission from the muscles clenched around him to proceed. When they relaxed, he sank in all the way and leaned down to take possession of Tom's mouth again.
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Both of them caught up in the sensation of being joined, it was several minutes before they began to move. Once they did, it was beyond exquisite.
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Holding each other so tightly, mouths locked, their bodies rocked together in the rhythm of ages past. Sliding, gliding, thrusting and receiving, accepting and giving all that they could, it didn't last long. It couldn't. It was far too intense for each of them, in their own ways and for their own reasons.
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They climaxed with a shared groan echoing between their mouths.
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They lay together, exchanging soft strokes and tender kisses until reluctantly untangling their limbs.
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Realization of what they'd done lingered in the looks that passed between them. They both recognized that they had been more than just 'good together'.
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And now it was time to talk....

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