The Visitor Meets His Match


By Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Artwork (c) 2002 by Eduardo. All Rights Reserved.

Illustration of Chakotay's Visitor, #4

Chakotay had just dropped off to sleep again after Tuvok left, when he felt the bed shift. He opened his eyes, and saw Paris kneeling on the bed. A quick look to his left confirmed his fears. "Which one of us are you after this time?"
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"Can't you tell?" Paris said as he crawled toward Chakotay. "I would never forget my first love."
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"All right." sighed Chakotay. "Let's get it over with."
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"Don't make it sound like a chore, lover." Paris said. "You can't fool me. I heard you in the corridor, playing the Lieutenant like a master violinist, until he just had to come back here and snuggle up to you. And you accuse me of playing with emotions? How droll!"
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Paris crawled atop Chakotay, who made no effort to move this time. His cock tented up the bedsheet and the incubus didn't need anything more. Cloth presented no obstacles to him, Chakotay was once again ridden by the simulation Paris, who bounced on him with cries of joy.
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Paris (the real one) woke up and looked over. "Is he back?" he asked.
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"Yes." Chakotay said. "He came for me this time. Go back to sleep."
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"No." Paris said. He scooted over to lie next to Chakotay. "I can at least hold you while the incubus works on you." And he wrapped his arms around Chakotay's heaving body, moving until the entire length of his body was pressed against Chakotay's, and their faces were only inches apart. "Go ahead and kiss me if you want." he said. "I won't mind."
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"No, I'm sure he wouldn't." sneered the incubus. "Has he told you his favorite fantasy?"
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Paris' hands stroked down Chakotay's body, over the chest which was rising and falling rapidly as Chakotay panted with lust. Over the stomach now coated with sweat. Onto-- Chakotay could hardly believe it! Paris grasped his cock and began to stroke it for him!
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Two sets of sensations, two sets of pleasures. One was the incubus, the feeling of a hot asshole enveloping his cock, milking him with every stroke and pulling ecstasy out of him with every movement. The other was warm, gentle, slow and caring, a strong hand that manipulated him, while Chakotay looked into blue eyes that held tenderness and understanding.
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"How sweet!" sneered the incubus. "Pretty boy is trying to compete with me for your affections. Like a timid virgin challenging a professional to a contest of love! Well," and the voice changed from taunting to a snarl, "You belong to me, Chakotay. You are mine, you understand! Every ounce of your soul will be poured into mine, and feed me in my long trip in the darkness to my next landfall. I have traveled the stars for millennia, and will continue to do so when your race is only a dream."
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"Oh, Tom!" sighed Chakotay. "Your hand feels so good. Thank you! Thank you for being here for me."
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"I said you could kiss me." Paris said. "That's the usual way you thank someone, you know."
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And Chakotay reached for the soft lips that pressed against his own and suddenly a part of his soul belonged to him again. He kissed harder, feeling with his own hand for Paris' cock, determined not to let this joy be one-sided. As he found and fondled the strong rod of manhood, Paris sighed. In this simple act of mutual masturbation, Chakotay felt complete, whole, as if--as if he had finally found his place in the universe, a place that had always been waiting for him, patiently, to find it and claim it as his own.
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Chakotay heard a scream of rage, as if from a distance. Looked up to see the incubus fading, yelling in rage but diminishing.
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"Tom! The incubus is going away!" he said. "It's giving up on me!"
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Tom looked over him. "No, it isn't." he said. "It's just decided to come after me!"
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"It can't have you!" Chakotay said. "I won't let it take you."
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He felt the bed move and knew that the incubus' next act would be to impale Paris once more. He wouldn't permit that! He grabbed Paris himself, rolled on top of him, kissing him while he moved between Paris' legs to block its body with his own.
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He saw the fear in Paris' eyes. "I won't do it to you." Chakotay promised. "I will just lie here and hold you and tell you how handsome you are and how good your body feels pressed up against mine, and how much I want you to stay here with me and be with me. You are the most wonderful man in the entire universe, such a tender, wonderful man..." Chakotay kept talking, every word of kindness, praise and love he could lay his tongue on, kept it up even when Paris' body tightened on his own and his face changed into a grimace of pain.
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"Don't listen to it, Tom! It won't tell you anything but lies. Don't let it call you worthless, because you are worth more to me than anything I possess, more than my very life. Don't let it call you unloved, because I love you and will always love you, no matter what you do or how you hurt me. Don't let it call you dirty, because..."
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"You want to help me, Chakotay." Paris grunted out through clenched teeth.
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"Anything, Tom, anything."
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"Then fuck me!"
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"What?"
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"Fuck me right now!" Paris groaned. "Let me feel what it's really like to be made love to by you, so that I don't think this monster is doing anything right."
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Chakotay wished for lubricant, but he didn't have any, it wasn't necessary for a solitary bachelor who wasn't dating. He did the only thing he could, he began to hawk spit onto his palm and rubbed it on his cock quickly as he could. He didn't dare delay long enough to give his cock a complete lubrication, but he managed enough to hopefully spare Paris some of the pain, then he guided his aching cock to Paris' asshole, wanting more than anything to do just like the incubus, to shove it in hard! But he held back, though he trembled with the effort, reached the pink deepness and gently pressed against it.
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And in the midst of his painful, wretched rape, Paris gasped with a new sensation. Chakotay felt Paris' body resist him, but he kept up the slow, steady pressure and it began to give way, to open itself to him. "I'm too big, Tom." he warned Paris. "I can't do this to you without pain."
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"I don't care about the pain." Tom said. "You're already helping. Now push it in harder!"
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Chakotay continued his gentle impetus, pushing his cock until the head of it was finally encircled by the outer sphincter. He held it there for a time, let Paris get used to the huge fleshy invader in his butt, to adjust and reconcile the sensations. Then he pushed in again and encountered the second sphincter, the one few men even know they have, and have even less control over, it took brute force to overcome this involuntary muscle, but when it gave way, Chakotay found his path unimpeded by anything more than the contractions of Paris' body to this unaccustomed intruder.
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He stopped once again, over half his cock's length buried in the tight ass of his ship's navigator, held and kissed Paris gently as Paris looked at him with glazed, wondering eyes, silent, in no distress now. "Is it gone?" he asked.
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"Yeah." Paris said.
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"Then I can pull out of you, but I'd better be gentle." Chakotay said as he shifted his weight to begin the gentle extraction.
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"Don't you dare!" Paris said. "I got you inside me now and I want it! I want the real thing, to take away the foul taste of the fake Chakotay. I want you to show me what it's really like to be loved by you, just like I said before. So come on and fuck me, Chakotay. You've already admitted you want to. Now I'm admitting I want you to!"
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Chakotay groaned. He had been stimulated almost beyond endurance. "I couldn't last very long, Tom! The incubus has gotten me so worked up, I'm about ready to explode as it is."
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"Don't you dare!" Paris said. "I want the entire, genuine Chakotay love treatment. So calm yourself down and get ready for a test of your stamina."
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Chakotay lay still a while longer, lying in Paris' arms, not daring to do the things he longed to do, to kiss that sweet face, to nibble the earlobes, to touch that firm white body in every place his fingertips could reach. He fought the desires, he lay still and, when his body began to cool from its ardor, he gently began to move his cock in and out of Paris' body.
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Paris groaned with the joy of the fuck, he arched his back and exposed his tender neck and Chakotay succumbed to the desire and reached down to nip at his throat, the tiny taut triangle centered there, over to the base of the neck and shoulder, kissing him.
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Paris' hands made tiny strokes over his back, and Paris' legs came up to rest in the backs of his knees, mimicking the way the girls would move under him, which of course didn't work very well for a man. Chakotay reached and guided Paris until his legs were wrapped around Chakotay's waist, his feet flailing in mid-air, and now he was in the proper position for a good, hearty fuck. Yet still Chakotay moved gently, letting the slow strokes move Paris up and down on the bed in a rocking motion, and Paris' eyes, glazed with desire, looked deep into his own, memorizing him. There is another way to touch a man's soul than the rape of the incubus, he realized. Paris was doing it to him right now, drinking in his very essence while replacing it with his own, until he couldn't tell which of their bodies was Paris and which was Chakotay, which one was being fucked and which one was doing the fucking. He was losing himself, and yet he felt so much more complete than he had ever felt.
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There was no longer any resistance in Paris' body to his thick cock, and Chakotay began to speed up, letting the passion build inside of him, feeling how good it was for the joy to well up from within, rather than being drained out by the powerful force of the suction of the incubus' hunger.
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"Mmmmmm." came the soft sound from Paris, a low moan of sheer pleasure.
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It was like the small noise opened the gate. "Ahh!" Chakotay breathed in return.
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"Uhhh. Uhhh. Uhhh." Paris groaned with each stroke into his body as his lips, which had been pressed tightly together, relaxed open.
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Chakotay grinned open-mouthed, "Ah, yeah!" he sighed.
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Paris gave a low, intimate chuckle. "Mm, yeah!"
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Chakotay shifted from a cantor to a gallop, he began to fuck Paris as quickly as he could, and the groans wrenched from his young lover was music to him. Paris' hard cock was pulsing against his stomach, and he wished for a third hand to let him pound that cock, wanting to give it the attention it deserved.
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Paris' face began to flush, his face was open and vulnerable with desire, there was a stiffness to the way he moved and clung to Chakotay, and Chakotay felt his own orgasm sneaking up on him. No, he told his body, Tom has to be first, not me.
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But that was no problem, for Paris groaned, "Oh, Chakotay, I'm coming! I'm coming!"
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"Come on, Tom, shoot it for me! Come on!" Chakotay panted.
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"Oh, oh, oh!" Paris lifted up his to look down at his groin and that's when his cock erupted.
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Chakotay had never felt or seen so much sperm as Tom now sprayed onto both of them. A powerful eruption, it coated Chakotay's hairy belly with thick splatters, arced between them to hit Tom right in his sweet face and land all over his clean, white chest. It was a bath of hot liquid desire. All right, he told himself, now you can let go.
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He closed his eyes and gave a few quick bucks with his hips and it was done. His own cock poured heavily into Paris' ass, he felt the hot jism squeeze between his cock and Paris' bowels to dribble out onto his balls as they slapped Paris' buttocks. His orgasm welled up in his brain until it squeezed his life absolutely flat, then it let him go, the roaring left his ears and the light returned to his eyes, and he lay (gently!) On top of Tom, to feel the stickiness meld their bodies together, the wad that had hit Paris' left cheek smeared his right cheek as they lay together, coated, sated, stuck together with come and sweat and Chakotay felt again that their bodies had become one, that it was his ass holding the thick, drained cock which was wilting at last, and fell out of Paris' body with a gush of ejected ejaculate accompanying it.
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Chakotay panted until his breaths slowed down, then he turned his face to kiss Paris' cheek, tasting the salty nectar of jism and/or sweat (it didn't much matter, he thought) that stained him there.
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"Oh, baby, you were wonderful!" he breathed in Paris' ear. "Such a good fuck, baby!"
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"Thank you, Chakotay." Paris whispered back. "Thank you for showing me what it's really like to be loved by you. It helps me more than I can possibly explain to you."
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With the release and surfeit of desire, comes a sort of embarrassment. Not exactly shame, but rather a realization of how physically dirty sex is, how much your bodies have poured their rather odorous fluids all over yourself and your lover. "Well, we made a real mess of ourselves." Chakotay said, smiling.
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Paris grinned in return. "But it's worth it, isn't it?"
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"Always." Chakotay said, not smiling any longer. "I don't regret this one bit, Tom. I want us to make love again, soon. If you want to."
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Paris closed his eyes, sighed a huge sigh, and got off the bed. "We have other problems just at the moment." he said. "What is the incubus going to do now that we can fight him off?"
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"He's already doing it." Chakotay said. He related his conversation with Tuvok earlier.
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"That's bad." Paris said. "We'd better get washed off and check in with the Captain."
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"Who gets the shower first?" Chakotay said, hoped.
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Paris smiled. "We can share. But let's not dawdle. There'll be time for a slow shower together later."
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Later. Such a wonderful word!
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END OF PART 4
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