The Visitor Takes Over


By Tommyhawk1@aol.com

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With Chakotay wearing only a paper robe from the Sickbay, Paris made it out into the corridor, then staggered. "Careful, Paris!" Chakotay said and reached out to take Paris' arm on his shoulder and help him, same as Paris had done to him.
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"No! Don't touch me!" Paris shouted.
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"I was just going to..."
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"Don't do it! Don't even think it!"
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"But Tom, you're..."
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Paris suddenly collapsed to his knees, sobbing, wrapping his arms around himself and hunkered back into a niche in the corridor. Chakotay moved toward him but he said, "No! Don't touch me! I don't want you to touch me!"
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"Tom." Chakotay said. "It's all right. It's not your fault!"
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"Yes it is!" Paris retorted. "My deepest, darkest fantasy, that's what I offered the creature. It even warned me that I didn't know what that was! I told it to go right ahead. Told it I didn't care! To take me! Take all of me!" Paris' tears fell freely down his cheeks. "And it DID!" he wailed.
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"Tom, I...."
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"Don't touch me!" Paris screamed. "God, how can I even look at you after...." He stopped suddenly.
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Instant understanding came to Chakotay. "Oh, dear Lord! Tom, that wasn't me! I would never do that to you."
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"I know. I'M doing it to me! I am! God, how warped can a person be inside to even dream of such a thing? What is wrong with me?"
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"You're human, Tom." Chakotay said insistently. "Like you've been reminding me time and again. Now take your own advice and be human!"
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Paris' tears stopped and he regained control of himself. "You're right. I give better advice than I take." he snuffled. "I understand how you felt now, in the crew lounge. God, I didn't even attempt to resist that thing! I didn't raise a single finger against it. And I was sneering at you inside, in the crew lounge for just lying there while that thing climbed on top of you and fucked itself on you. I felt so damned superior, and that let me be so calm and reasonable. Damn, I was laughing at you, knowing it looked like me, and that's what made me so damned calm. Now I find the entire thing turned back on me. Do I really dream of you fucking me in the ass? Is that really what I've been wanting all this time?"
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"Who knows?" Chakotay said. "Who knows what goes on deep down inside the very depths of our own souls? Maybe I want you because you're the very person I can never be, because I am the Commander of this vessel. You can go out and drink and carouse and act foolish and everyone just smiles. But I can't do any of that, ever. Maybe that makes me want to have you clinging to me, begging me to fuck your ass. I want to possess you, because that's the worst, most irresponsible one thing I could do."
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"Maybe." Paris said, stopped, tried again. "Maybe I want more of the domination I got as a child, because even when you're being ground under the heel of a tyrant, at least someone's paying attention to you. As long as I'm being good and careful and honorable, no one even looks at me, and I can't stand that. So I take foolish risks, knowing that it will cause me to be reprimanded, punished, paid attention to. That was the only kind of love my father ever showed me. And now I'm here on Voyager, and the closest thing to a father-figure around is you. And what is being fucked but the ultimate punishment?"
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Chakotay said. "It doesn't have to be a game of dominance."
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"Not what that thing did to me." Paris said. "It grabbed me and it threw me across the bed and it shoved in, hard! It was saying all sorts of filthy things to me, degrading me while it fucked my ass. Didn't you hear any of it?"
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"Not a word." Chakotay said.
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"It was awful." Paris said. "But it made the pleasure more intense. Pleasure and pain all mixed in together until I didn't know which was which, and humiliation on top of that, being made to feel like a child again, feeling worthless and stupid and dirty and unloved and unwanted and....."
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"Stop it, Tom!" Chakotay said. "Stop saying that to yourself! God, if you figured anything out about me by learning about the incubus, then you'd know that....you'd know that I want you very much."
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"God, Chakotay." Paris said in wonder. "After all that's been happening to you, you still want to take me to bed? And I thought I had a high sex drive!"
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"I want to take care of you. I want to take you to my bed, and lie next to you and hold you and tell you that you ARE worthy and you ARE wanted and you ARE loved. We have a very short life left, and a lot of it is going to be spent on that damned creature feeding on us, but I want to spend what's left loving and being loved. Nothing else has to happen, Tom! Nothing at all!"
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"An hour ago I would have laughed at you for asking me such a question. Now--I don't know how to answer." Paris said. "But I haven't been looking at my soul as long as you have. Maybe when this is all over, we can think about it, talk about it, plan and dream. But not right now." He got to his feet, his eyes red but otherwise under control. "Let's go try to figure out how to find this creature and drive it off Voyager for good!"
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"First, we rest, just like the Doctor ordered." Chakotay said. "That's an order, Mister."
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"Yes, sir." Paris said.
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"Uh, where do you want to go?" Chakotay said. "With me to my quarters, or back to your own?"
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Paris looked at him, smiled. "Might as well be yours. We still need to guard each other and make sure we get to Sickbay as we need to. And someone has to see to it you get back to your quarters. That robe is too small for you, you know."
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Chakotay smiled and led Paris back to his room, watched him undress and get into bed. Then he got into the other side, leaving room for Paris.
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A short time later, he felt a warm body snuggle up against him. He turned, wrapped Paris in his arms, and held him. Just held him, until Paris was sound asleep and he himself was falling into the same, warm well of darkness....
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Ensign Kim was getting out of the shower after a hard shift, humming to himself. He stroked his back with the towel, when he realized suddenly that he wasn't alone. "Ensign Flanders!" he said, startled. "God, Flanders, where are your clothes?"
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"Same place as yours." she smiled and walked closer. "We don't need them at the moment, do we? Can you think of a reason why we need clothes right now?"
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Kim's cock was aiming right at her, so there was no need to pretend. This was something right out of a juvenile fantasy of his! "No, no reason at all." he said as calmly as he could.
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Flanders walked closer to him. "I want you, Harry!" she purred. "I want all of you. I'm hungry and I want to feed off of you."
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Harry was too busy kissing her to ask her what she meant by that.
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When Harry's naked, drained body teleported onto the Sickbay bed, the Doctor was busy. "Another one! That's the fifth new victim today." He efficiently lifted Harry's body into the proper position on the bed and ordered the synaptic repair. Then he slapped his communicator. "Captain?"
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"Janeway here."
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"Captain, Ensign Kim has just arrived in the same state as the last three. That alien creature has now attacked and, and molested six members of your crew. Surely something can be done."
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"Doctor, as quickly as we can figure something out, we'll do it." Janeway said. "Now take care of my crew for me and let me do my job!"
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The Doctor shook his head and turned to find Tuvok standing there. "How is Ensign Kim?" he asked.
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"Same as the others." the Doctor admitted. "He'll survive, provided the creature doesn't feed too much off of him."
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The Doctor went to where Ensign Flanders also lay under a synaptic repair beam. He snapped it off and said, "Ensign? Ensign?"
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Flanders raised her head, then fell back again, obviously woozy. "The creature has gotten to me."
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"Yes, I know. Who did it appear to be to you?"
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"Uhhh, I don't remember."
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"Please, Ensign, my curiosity is not prurient. I am gathering information in hopes of discerning a pattern. Who did your apparition appear to be?"
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"My father. It looked like my father." Flanders groaned. "Oh, God, I feel sick!"
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"Lie still and try to rest for a time." The Doctor said. Then he considered. "But please don't fall asleep. I may have to ask you to clear the bed very soon."
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The sound of the transporter beam hummed again and the Doctor sighed. "Only one bed clear, now. Please, Mr. Tuvok, whatever you and the Captain are going to do, do it soon!"
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The door signal to Chakotay's quarters sounded and Chakotay raised Paris' head off his arm and managed not to wake him. He staggered to the door and commanded it to open partially. It was Tuvok. Chakotay let the door slide fully open and went back to bed. "Come on in, Commander." he said.
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"I am sorry to disturb you and Lieutenant Paris." Tuvok said. "But I was wondering if the alien has been to visit you within the last six hours?"
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"No, neither of us." Chakotay said. "That's why we're sleeping together, so we can wake up if the other one is attacked."
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"I understand." Tuvok said. "Though I fail to see what either of you could do if the other is attacked."
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"I don't know about Paris." Chakotay said. "But if it attacks him again, I'm going to get down on my knees and beg it to take me, instead."
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"You may find yourself being attacked as well rather than instead." Tuvok warned. "The alien is getting more powerful. You are no longer alone in being its victims. At this rate, it will be feeding on the entire crew inside of a week's time."
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"Do you have any ideas of how to stop it." Chakotay said.
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"Not a single one."
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"The Doctor was checking on Earth history." Chakotay mused. "Felt that an historical incident may have a clue. He mentioned a Dr. Weyer, I think it was."
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"I will speak with the Doctor." Tuvok said. "However, I doubt if historical references are going to be of much use to us. However, I will check the databanks for the historical references." Tuvok agreed. "They may offer a direction of research. Thank you, Commander."
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Tuvok returned to the bridge. There, he found Janeway's unconscious body across her chair. The rest of the bridge crew had similarly fallen in their places. He quickly contacted the Doctor, who was swamped. He had to let the research wait. There were injured crewmembers to attend to.
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He would have to reset the computer, which was programmed to radiate the room with various chemicals if necessary, to radiate it with the synaptic restoration ray. It would take several adjustments, but he should be able to finish with it in a few moments' time.
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"Busy?" the Doctor said.
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"Doctor." Tuvok said. "The crew needs your attentions."
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"No, Tuvok, you need my attentions." the Doctor said.
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Tuvok looked up to see the Doctor in the act of disrobing. "I see that you are not the Doctor. Am I to presume that this is my hidden fantasy?"
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"You like mental regularity and control." the Doctor said. "At this time, the closest one to behave like that is a mere hologram construct. But I am much more than a hologram. Did you know that I have had Vulcans before? That I can initiate your state of pon farr out of its regular season? All I have to do is touch you like this...."
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Tuvok made no effort to dodge the hand that came in for a landing on his cheek. It was as if he was unable to move. Very interesting, he thought.
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END OF PART 3
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