Undaunted, Part 8


By Britta

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Tom rolled onto his stomach trying to hide his erection. "Chakotay! What the fuck are you doing?" he hissed.
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Chakotay dropped to his knees beside Tom. Oh yeah, this little stunt got Tom's attention. In an even tone that hid his mental laughter, he replied, "What do you mean, Tom? I decided going swimming was a good idea. Too bad you didn't wait for me, we could have had some...extra fun."
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Tom moaned. "If you're going to do things like this to me every time we go out in public, remind me to suck you off first."
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Chakotay laughed and patted Tom's shoulder. "Relax. I'm going to take a quick dip." He rose, ignoring the intense stares aimed in his direction and hid his body beneath the waves.
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Harry watched as Chakotay walked into the water. If he had known that's what had been covered up by the uniform, the subject of age would have never occurred to him. As blown away as he was, he had to admit that Tom had good taste. Shit, he realized he needed to apologize to Tom.
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Taking advantage of Chakotay's absence, he approached the prone figure of his best friend and nudged him with a toe.
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Tom turned and looked up, shading his eyes with his hand. "What do you want, Harry?"
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Harry squatted beside Tom and said, "I came to apologize. I was wrong in saying the things I did. Also, it's your business who you sleep with, not mine."
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Tom sat up and looked Harry over. "What brought this on?"
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Harry glanced toward the water and back again, sighing. How to explain? Before he could make the attempt, Tom grinned and pushed him so that he fell onto his butt in the sand.
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"I know what happened. You got a real good look at Chakotay in his little outfit and it turned you on! Right?" Tom was smiling so widely it was almost possible to count his teeth.
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Harry blushed and mumbled, "Yeah. Something like that."
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"This is too funny, Harry. Gods! I don't suppose you're going to start panting after my lover, are you?" Tom asked mock-seriously.
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"Tom!" Harry got indignant but his face turned even redder. He spied Chakotay heading in their direction and with a quick peek at the tight, *wet* minuscule swimsuit, he hopped to his feet and said, "Gotta go."
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Tom was mesmerized by the sight of his dripping lover approaching and absently replied, "Yeah, sure. See you, Harry."
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Chakotay, refreshed from his swim, watched as Harry left Tom with the swiftness of a photon torpedo. What the fuck was that kid's problem? It just *had* to be something to do with him, that much he was sure of now.
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He sighed and stretched out on his towel in order to let the sun bake him dry. He hadn't missed Tom's enthralled gaze on his crotch either. He decided to pry. "Tom?"
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"Hmm?"
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"Are you still staring at me or can you speak coherently enough to explain why Harry took off like a scared rabbit as soon as I came over here." Chakotay's eyes closed as he settled on his stomach, allowing Tom the best possible view of his butt.
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Tom cleared his throat and reached out to caress Chakotay's back, that being the closest thing to his ass that he could rub in public. "I'll tell you later," he murmured.
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"All right." Chakotay relaxed under Tom's soft petting and expressed his appreciation with a string of 'mmms'.
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Damn, Tom thought, this man, no, *his* man had the softest skin in this or any other quadrant. He slowly ran his fingers up and down, slipping ever closer to those two fine cheeks encased in paper-thin black cloth so sheer it appeared to be painted on, especially when wet. He decided then and there that he would have this ass...tonight. A strong urge arose to take what Chakotay had once offered and he looked forward to it with great expectation.
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For now though, it was enough to relax, fondle and anticipate. He smiled and wondered if Chakotay had any idea what was in store for him later on. You never knew with a guy like this....
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Sometime later, when they were both dry, Tom wandered off to speak with Neelix while Chakotay just laid there, obliviously turning on most of the resort's denizens.
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Many people speculated that it must be Paris' influence that had allowed the Commander to be this free and open. Lots of the folk present agreed that he wouldn't ever have shown so much of himself in public if it weren't for Tom.
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Always appreciative of a good show, these members of the crew decided that the relationship between their XO and chief pilot was a good thing. They looked forward to more displays of this nature and eagerly awaited the sharing of this choice news item with their absent pals.
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Harry had fled the resort altogether and decided he needed some space of his own for a time. His head hurt. There were too many thoughts roiling around inside and they needed to be sorted out.
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Tom said good night to Neelix, promised to teach Naomi Wildman the trick to building good sand castles another time and went back to their spot on the beach to collect his lover. He wanted nothing more at this moment than to take Chakotay home and screw him silly.
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It was time. He made his plans and smiled gleefully to himself. This would be a night to remember.
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He stood next to Chakotay and looked down at him. Then he dropped down and whispered, "Chakotay, get up. Put your clothes on and let's go."
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Chakotay rolled over and pulled Tom down for a kiss. Finally releasing him, he sat up and said, "All right. I've had enough sun and sand to last me a while." He stood and dressed quickly.
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Tom shook out their towels and they exited the holodeck, leaving not a few disappointed watchers behind.
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Once in the turbolift, Tom turned to Chakotay and gripped his ass. "I feel like I'm owed reparations for this evening's attack on my senses. I choose this," he squeezed the firm cheeks in his hands, "as my payment."
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Chakotay smiled smugly. "You do, huh?"
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Tom responded with another hard squeeze. "Yeah, I do."
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"Tell me what you're going to do with it...Flyboy." Chakotay inserted all the pent-up frustration he'd ever felt into that statement, egging Tom on, trying to make him lose control. And although he knew he might have to pay the price for it later, he didn't care.
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Tom pushed his lover up against the wall and plastered his lips against Chakotay's. He thrust his tongue into the man's mouth and moved to hold his head in place while he did what he pleased. He was in a full-blown, personal, sex-induced frenzy and he was enjoying it immensely.
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He sensed Chakotay's surrender and knew he could do any damned thing he wanted. Chakotay would allow Tom this and Tom knew it. He pressed his body alongside Chakotay's and rubbed their groins together. He investigated every nook and cranny of his CO's mouth with his tongue.
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Lost in their mutual heat, neither one noticed that the turbolift stopped and started a few times, taking several members of the crew to their destinations.
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Suddenly the turbolift shuddered and slowed in its ascent.
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They pulled apart as the lights flicked off and on. Chakotay dug into his pocket trying to locate his badge while Tom slumped against the wall and noticed that they were closeted with the Delaney twins who were watching them avidly with huge smirks on their faces.
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The turbolift lurched to a dead stop just as the Commander tapped his badge and called out their situation then asked for assistance.
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There was no immediate response.
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The lights went out and they were left in complete darkness. Tom tried to gauge the vibrations of the ship but was distracted by the other sounds around him.
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Eventually someone answered Chakotay's repeated hails and they were assured that everything was fine. It was only a glitch somewhere in something but it would be at least 30 minutes before they could get out of there.
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Chakotay and Tom both relaxed.
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A sexy, sultry female voice asked, "Since we're all stuck in here together, do you guys have any good ideas on how we can pass the time?"
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Tom moved to stand in front of Chakotay, shielding him with his body, unwilling to let one of the ship's most successful barracudas come anywhere near his lover. "No, Jenny. He's all mine. You can pass the time any way you like but leave us out of it."
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Chakotay was amused by this turn of events but opted to keep quiet and listen to Tom in action.
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"How did you know it was me, Tom?" the breathy voice inquired.
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"I'd know that whine anywhere so stop playing your game, whichever one it is and leave us alone," Tom replied forcefully.
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"Oh, you're no fun anymore." If a pout could be heard, it could be heard here.
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Giggles and whispers commenced while Tom turned to Chakotay and wrapped his arms around him. He felt anxious and annoyed. Why did they have to get stuck with these two?
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Chakotay hugged Tom back and shifted his towel off his shoulders and out of the way. It fell to the floor where it landed on a panting Delaney sister.
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"Thanks guys!"
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Shuffling, slurping and other rude noises came from near their feet while Tom and Chakotay stood and held each other, concentrating on their own desires, sharing quiet kisses.
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Tom thought, no wonder I could never satisfy either one of them...they have each other and what could be better than making love to yourself?
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Chakotay was busy teasing Tom's neck, trying to regain the upper hand when the sounds the women were making finally penetrated his brain. He realized what was happening and clutched Tom more tightly than ever, then whispered into his ear, "Are they doing what I think they're doing?"
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Tom whispered back, "Ever heard the saying, 'Incest is best'?"
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Once freed from the turbolift, his towel left behind, Chakotay took Tom's hand and led him through the corridor to his quarters.
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Feeling confident, he and Tom entered his cabin and proceeded to try and pick up where they'd left off. Unfortunately, they were not very successful. It appeared that their unexpected interlude with the Delaney sisters had put a damper on things, at least for now.
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Both of their heads were filled with thoughts of different kinds, yet the result was the same--limp dicks.
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"This isn't working." A last kiss to Tom's lips and Chakotay pulled away.
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"I know. Shit!" Tom was very annoyed.
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"Come on. Let's take a shower. Maybe that will help. If anything, it will at least get their scent out of our nostrils." Chakotay steered Tom into the bathroom and ran the water.
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"Now that's a great idea," Tom agreed. The fragrance of hot pussy was not what he wanted to smell when making love with Chakotay.
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Taking their time, they washed each other. The hot water and foamy soap served to relax them both. Tom started to grin and couldn't stop.
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"What's so funny?" Chakotay asked.
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"I was just wondering who rode the 'lift after the Delaneys got off. I bet whoever it was got a real noseful. I hope it wasn't the Captain."
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Chakotay smiled widely. "Can you picture the look on her face?"
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"Gods, she'd go ballistic, especially with the state she's in now."
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"That she would." Chakotay finished rinsing off and stopped the flow of water.
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They got out and dried off then went to bed. Tom snuggled close to Chakotay and breathed deeply. That's when he noticed something. "Hey, guess what?"
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"What?"
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"My dick's alive again."
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"It is? How can you tell?" Chakotay asked teasingly.
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"It just twitched. Here, feel for yourself." He moved Chakotay's hand into position.
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Chakotay let his fingers perform a thorough exploration resulting in much more than a singular twitch. "Mm hmm. It does feel alive. It's even growing. Perhaps I ought to taste it just to make sure. What do you think?"
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"I think you ought to let me do the tasting tonight. I have plans for you, remember?" Tom rolled on top of Chakotay and began kissing him softly.
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Chakotay brought his arms around Tom and started stroking him. This was working. He could feel his gonads spring back to life as Tom kissed and licked and sucked his way down his body.
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His breath quickened and his cock lengthened and by the time Tom reached it, he was rock hard. He caressed Tom's face and neck, feeling the skin beneath his fingertips as if he were a tailor assessing silken fabrics.
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Tom played with Chakotay's balls with one hand while his lips and tongue treated the thick cock to glorious sensations.
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Chakotay gasped at the wet heat of Tom's mouth as it worked its way along his hard shaft. A hand gripped him firmly and the sucking increased in strength until culminating in a rush of pleasure that he expressed with a deep groan as he came.
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He pulled Tom up to hold him in his arms while his heart calmed. Tom fit into his embrace so nicely, Chakotay mused. It was like they were made for each other. He'd soon see how well Tom fit into another part of him, of that he was certain. He smiled with anticipation.
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Tom rose up on his hands to look down at a sated, smiling First Officer and with a smirk of his own, asked, "What are you grinning about?"
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"You. Me. Us."
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"What about it?" Tom leaned down and kissed each dimple then rose again and moved his erection across Chakotay's stomach a time or two.
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"I like it. A lot. I like *you*." Chakotay took Tom's erection into his large hand and pumped it just once. "I want you inside me, Tom."
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"I want to be inside you." Tom performed the equivalent of half a pushup and captured Chakotay's lips with his own. He spent quite some time exchanging flavors with his lover, then asked, "Where's the lube and how do you want it?"
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Chakotay pulled Tom down to lie on top of him and kissed him again and again, his body reacting to their own musky aromas of arousal. Between nips at Tom's lips, he said softly, "The lube is under the pillow nearest your right hand and I want to see your face when you fuck me for the first time."
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Tom slid his hand under the pillow and retrieved the tube. "Your wish is my command, O Commander of mine," he murmured with a sly smile.
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Moving to lie on his side, he pulled Chakotay's leg over his hip and began to prepare him, kissing and lightly biting the dark-haired man until he was ready.
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Chakotay was amazed at the care Tom took. He was also grateful; it had been a long time since he'd been on the receiving end of things and Tom was no pencil prick.
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Finally, satisfied that Chakotay was as ready as he'd ever be, Tom gently pushed him onto his back and lifted his legs over his shoulders. Then he began the long, slow process of entering Chakotay.
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It was wonderful. Tom gave himself to the other man.
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It was powerful. Chakotay took his lover inside himself.
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They moved cautiously at first, both afraid. Then, with one kiss, the fear fled and the newness of this particular joining was accepted...and enjoyed for all it was worth.
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There was no pain, no awkwardness and no boundaries. They moved as one.
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Cemented together, they thrust onward, climbing the peak of union. When it came so did they, with shouts and whimpers both.
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At that precise moment, the ship rocked as if under fire.
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"Red Alert! All hands to battle stations! All senior officers to the bridge!"
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The klaxons went off and after biting Tom's tongue by accident, Chakotay tried to rise quickly. The problem was Tom's cock was still buried deep in his ass and the younger man was also bleeding freely from his mouth. This meant that neither one could move as easily as they wished.
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Tom pulled out and let Chakotay up, then he staggered into the bathroom and stuck his tongue out toward the mirror to see how badly it was damaged.
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Their luck had changed, Tom thought, as he saw it was a minor wound, this time. Rinsing out his mouth, he opted to live with it until this new crisis was over. All of his major veins were intact and that's what counted. He left the bathroom grabbing a towel and swiped it across his chest, hoping to remove most of Chakotay's semen.
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The Commander was pulling on his clothes as fast as he could. No time to don a uniform, he opted to wear the outer layer of the outfit he'd worn earlier. He spied Tom and tossed him his own leisure clothing.
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"Are you all right?"
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"I'll live." Tom shrugged into the T-shirt and loose shorts quickly.
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Then both men ran for the door and slid their shoes on.
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"I'm sorry."
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"It's OK. I know you didn't do it on purpose."
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With that exchange, they stepped out the door and headed for the bridge.
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Once there, they took their stations. Tom slid into place at the conn, ignoring the other pilot's frantic hand-waving, air-circulating gestures.
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The Commander slipped into his chair and wished that they could have had the time to shower. Tom was still bleeding lightly out of the corner of his mouth and Janeway had taken one whiff of him and wrinkled her nose in a captainly manner.
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They both reeked to high heaven of blood, sweat and semen and they, plus the rest of the officers on the bridge all knew it.
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It was most embarrassing.
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However, they were in the midst of battle and everything else paled in comparison.
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"Status!" Janeway commanded, clad in her bathrobe.
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Tuvok, impeccably groomed as always, answered, "We are under attack by a vessel of unknown origin. It refuses to answer our hails."
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She looked toward Harry hoping for some answers.
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He shook his head.
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"Evasive maneuvers."
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"Yes, ma'am." Tom initiated the latest set of Paris variations on a particular theme and though flying by the seat of his pants, the nameless, faceless enemy couldn't keep up. Voyager swooped and swirled through the cosmos doing a dance of its very own.
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Torres bitched about it from Engineering but Tom could tell by the tone of her voice that it wasn't bitching that had reached critical mass...yet.
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Their silent predator eventually gave up the chase, several hours later, out of pure exasperation if nothing else. When Harry called out that they no longer showed up on their sensors, the Captain called for a stand down from Red Alert.
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She then ordered replacement crew to the bridge and turned to Chakotay. "You and Tom have tomorrow off and for god's sake, take a shower."
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Morning dawned bright and clear...no, it didn't. That only happened in his dreams. Chakotay blinked several times and tried to get his bearings. Where the hell was he?
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He looked around, confused, until he tried to sit up and felt the soreness of his ass. All became clear as memory flooded back and he recalled the events of the night before.
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Tom had fucked him for the first time. Then came the Red Alert and the subsequent actions which had kept them on the bridge until the wee hours. He rolled over in bed and found he was alone. Where was Tom? Why wasn't he here? It was Tom's bed in Tom's quarters after all, Chakotay realized.
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He called for full lights and saw a padd placed on the pillow next to his own. There was a message from Tom explaining that he'd been called to Sickbay. Chakotay sighed in relief and asked for the time.
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It was early enough that he could shower, change clothes and still make it to the mess hall for lunch. He rose stiffly, reminding himself that Tom must've felt just like this the morning after he'd first taken him. Spirits, it hurt.
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Screw the shower, he wanted a bath. A really hot bath.
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Indulging himself in Tom's tub, he wondered if Tom's tongue was all right. He felt bad about biting him like that but it was an instinctive reaction to snap his jaws shut when the klaxons had gone off.
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Soaking the ache out of his muscles, Chakotay thought about the last several days. Aside from all their difficulties, he and Tom had been getting along remarkably well. All things considered, he thought they had a good thing going.
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Tom was full of surprises and seemed very serious about making their relationship a lasting one. He felt comfortable enough to let his emotions loose. He'd kept them under pretty tight rein until now trying to keep himself from being hurt.
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After their talk the other night, he realized that Tom had been doing the same thing. It still amazed him that he and Tom had come together. Every hug and kiss they shared now bound them closer to each other.
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With a contented sigh, he drained the now lukewarm water and got out of the tub. He dried off, dressed in last night's clothes and left a note for Tom.
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After dropping by his cabin to change, Chakotay entered the mess hall and selected a sizable meal to make up for missing breakfast. The Captain waved him over to her table and sensing he had no choice, he joined her, hoping she was in a good mood.
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Luckily, she was.
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She smiled as he sat down next to her. "How are you today, Chakotay? I hope you're in better shape than you were last night. You smell better anyway." She took a long swallow of her coffee.
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The Commander blushed. "I'm fine. You?" was all he could think to say in response to that statement. Was this amount of bluntness another symptom of hers?
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"Oh, I'm doing as well as can be expected, although try telling that to the crew," she said somewhat dejectedly.
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Between bites, he asked, "What's wrong?"
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She sighed heavily. "Everything and nothing."
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He took a sip of tea. "What does that mean, exactly?" He looked at her with some concern.
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Her voice was colored with frustration. "It means that the news of my condition is all over the ship and the betting pools have a new subject other than you and Tom. The crew, for the most part, are being very nice to me, too nice. Solicitous to the point where they're driving me crazy. It's as if they're waiting for me to have an attack of the vapors! They seem to regard me as some piece of fragile artwork that must be coddled and placated constantly."
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Chakotay sighed and thought a more apt description would be that they were treating her like a bomb about to go off but he wisely kept that thought to himself. He took another bite of food and let her talk it out.
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She shook her head. "Then there are a few brave souls who have actually approached me with offers of remedies for everything from insomnia to depression, not to mention all the emotional effects 'women in my condition' are prone to." She slugged down more of her coffee.
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Chakotay gazed at her and inquired, "Did someone actually say those words to you?"
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"Yes," she confirmed wearily. "It was Neelix. He's so concerned about me that he's taken to bothering the Doctor on a daily basis to make sure he knows every trick in the book to keep my morale up. He's even managed to slip me a sliver of chocolate at every meal." She smiled finally and her mood seemed to lighten somewhat.
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Chakotay relaxed a bit. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
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"You've already helped by doing what you do so well."
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"What's that?" he asked, genuinely puzzled.
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"You listened to me." She got up from the table as Tom entered the mess hall and headed toward them. "Thank you for that."
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She left, giving Chakotay a pat on the shoulder and nodding to Tom on her way out.

END OF PART 8

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