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Subject: [ASCEM-S] NEW: I Spy - VOY/DS9/TNG, AU, NR, C/P and other
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Title: I Spy
Author: theyodeler 
Series: VOY/DS9/TNG, AU
Rating: NR
Codes: C/P, other
Part: 1/?
Summary: 
I have a new story. <muaha-ha-ha>

This story is set in an alternative universe Voyager with characters
from Deep Space Nine and the Next Generation.

It is as follows: Chakotay is part of a team of officers that is
attached to Star Fleet Intelligence. They include Will Riker, Jadzia 
Dax and Tuvok of Vulcan. They are sent to find and destroy a criminal
character known only as the Fox, who operates a criminal ring in the 
Badlands known as the Shining Path. There is only one person who has
been in and lived to come out of that fortress and that is the
dissolute and take-no-prisoners Tom Paris. 

They must win his trust and get him to give them access to this
criminal. Unfortunately, Tom is not altogether concerned for much 
beyond his own interests and must be wooed carefully. There is murder,
intrigue, hidden truths and double-dealing as Chakotay walks through
the mine field of not only his ultimate mark, but the unpredictable and
self destructive man who is there key. 

I have put part one here. The rest will be found at the Tom Paris
Dorm, the URL of which is at the end of this segment. Good reading
and all comments, feedback and other stuff is welcomed and answered. 
Warnings include language, violence, h/c and strong sexual content.

************************************
I Spy (one) 2002-2003
************************************

In a night club in Marseilles ...

It was dark in the stuffy and raging room, so he moved toward a corner,
waiting for his eyesight to adjust. It was noisy and smoky, the odors
of several banned substances reaching him. He scanned the crowd,
looking for the figure of the man he was here to see. Jolting bodies
dancing, arms flung out and around necks, pulsating bodies lurching and
sliding, they made it hard to see through the sweating crowd of men
before him. 

They bobbed and jumped, moving to the overpowering music and in the
middle of them was someone he needed. A lanky blond, his eyes closed as
he moved, danced with a big man near the center of the crowd. He was
tall, perhaps taller than himself and dressed to attract attention. He
had certainly gotten it, the big beefy man with him holding him, his
big hands resting on the blond's hips as he ground his crotch against
him. 

The blond absorbed it, jostled by others in similar pursuit of
unbridled pleasure. He watched as the blond moved against his erstwhile
lover, giving as well as taking. For a moment he was mesmerized and
then he shook it off, slipping forward through the crowd as he moved
toward the bar. 

The music pounded on, the men continued to move in a mass on the middle
of the floor and then the two he had watched since entering the room
moved closer together, the big man whispering into the blond's ear. The
blond listened, swaying together with his partner then they turned,
moving away from the dance floor and toward a darkened corridor nearby.
He watched them as they paused by it, the big man kissing the blond
messily. The blond laughed, turning and disappearing into the dark hall
that led further away into the building. The hulk followed and when
they had the lead, he moved with them, walking into the darkness of
another world.

It twisted, the corridor and he followed it past small rooms, some
occupied and some not. They had no doors but a curtain and behind the
ones covered emanated an amazing array of erotic noises and sounds.
Some weren't closed and men had gathered around those, watching as
inside others contorted in exhibitionistic sex for their pleasure. 

He had been in places like this before, sometimes on business and
sometimes pleasure and he knew what they were doing even as he passed
by. The two he wanted found their own room, one on the end and he took
the one next to it, moving to sit on the bench along the back wall.
Turning, he smiled and bent down slightly, peering into one of the
holes that had been deliberately cut for his viewing pleasure. 

The light was dim but he could see the two, the blond pressed against
the wall as the bigger figure began the usual fast crush. The sounds
coming out of the blond's mouth pooled in his gut and he shifted,
watching the show and studying his quarry. It didn't take long for the
blond to be on his knees, sucking for all he was worth. 

The hulk was humping him, grinding in his drunken oblivion for release.
It didn't take long and the blond sat back, wiping his mouth on his
sleeve. He rose and stood, swaying slightly as the big man fastened his
pants. Moving forward, he plastered a kiss on the hulk's lips, pressing
his own crotch against him. "My turn," he slurred, grinning broadly. 

The big man smiled, gripping the blond's ass in his hands. "Not
tonight."

"You fucker," the blond said, grinning slightly. "You owe me. You owe
me a blow job."

"I don't owe you anything, Paris," he said, sighing. He pushed the
blond back, tucking in his shirt. 

The blond stared at him and an angry look crossed his face. He stood,
hands on hips and glowered. "You bastard."

"Go find someone else. I'm tired tonight," the hulk said, watching as
the blond turned and walked out. 

For a moment there was silence and then the curtain opened in his own
cubicle, a drunken blond appearing just before him. He sat and stared,
startled by the fortuitous alignment of the moment. 

"You." 

He rose and nodded, staring without speaking as the blond entered, the
curtain falling behind him. "You. Come here."

He stood swaying, his hair falling over his eyes, his shirt half tucked
in. He was drunk, very drunk and at the moment any man would do.
Chakotay walked up to him, the blond sliding his arms around his
shoulders. He pressed his mouth against Chakotay's and Chakotay didn't
resist even as he was repelled by the taste of stale liquor. Pulling
the blond into his body, he felt his own urges rising. The kiss was
broken and then the blond looked at him, his eyes blue and drugged, his
lips close enough to lick. "I need help."

"Do you?" Chakotay answering as his hands slid down to the firm flesh
of the blond's ass. Clothed in slacks tight enough to bounce a coin,
Chakotay gripped it in his hands, contented at the sigh that escaped
the blond's red lips. "What do you need me to do?"

"Suck me. Now," the blond said, his voice a mix of petulance, rage and
desire. "I want you to suck me off."

Chakotay smiled, sighing himself. "Do you now?"

"Yes," Paris said, moving closer, his lips savoring Chakotay's neck.
"My boyfriend won't. I blew him. He won't blow me. You do it."

Chakotay almost chuckled, so forlorn and irritated did Paris sound.
Then he smiled, pulling the blond back into his view. "Not here."

"Here. Now. I need you now."

"Not here," Chakotay said, gripping the blond by the arm. Despite his
half-hearted protests, he steered the desultory figure ahead of him,
moving back into the bar proper and heading for the door. He kept his
eyes opened, watching for the hulk but they exited without problem into
the warm night air. 

Paris turned, swaying drunkenly, staring at the handsome stranger that
had him by the arm. "What now? You want to suck me *here*?"

Chakotay snorted and grinned broadly. "No. Nearby," he said, turning
Paris and marching him ahead of him to a nearby hotel. They entered and
the lift took them up, depositing them on the seventh floor. It was a
chatty and difficult walk to the room that he had rented but he finally
tugged the drunk through the door, which silently closed behind them.
Paris turned, looking around and then stopped before Chakotay, staring
at him silently. Without a word, he tugged off his shirt, tossing it on
the floor in a heap. His chest was dusted with freckles and reddish
hair, smooth pale skin with a bruise here and there. 

Chakotay watched as he kicked off his shoes, tugged off his trousers
and removed his shorts. He was naked and unashamed, too drunk to be
other-wise. He came closer, sliding his arms around Chakotay and
smiled. "I need a drink."

"You need a drunk hypo."

"Not yet," Paris said, tugging at Chakotay's shirt. 

Chakotay helped him, watching as he tossed the shirt on the floor.
Grinning, Paris stepped forward, unfastening Chakotay's pants and
reaching inside. "Nice," he said, fondling Chakotay's dick,
surprisingly effective despite his condition. "Do you ever fuck? I
mean, do you ever stick it in or are you a bottom?"

"I stick it in," Chakotay said, chuckling in spite of himself. 

"Good," Paris said, tugging off one of Chakotay's shoes. The other came
off easier and so did Chakotay's pants and shorts. Sitting on the floor
a second, toppled by his inebriation, he smiled. "I hate bottoms. They
suck. You're in for a treat. I want you to fuck me. Hard."

Chakotay tugged him to his feet. "You don't even know my name."

"I don't care. I just wanna fuck."

Chakotay watched as Paris turned, staring around the room. He moved to
the bed and fell on it, turning and laying on his back. Spreading his
legs, he grinned. "Come and get it."

Chakotay laughed in spite of himself, moving closer as he stroked
himself. "You really are a slutty boy, aren't you?"

"I am," Paris said, watching hungrily as the big stranger moved to
settle on him. He wrapped his legs around the heavy muscular body
topping him and sighed, threading his fingers through Chakotay's dark
hair. "You feel good. Take me now."

"Now?"

"Yeah, now."

"You'll get hurt."

"I hope so," Paris said, grinning. 

Chakotay sighed and rose, moving to the bathroom. 

"Come on," Paris said, frowning. "You won't hurt me. Much."

"But I'll hurt me," Chakotay said, settling back down with a bottle of
lotion from the hotel. "This is minimal."

For a few moment the blond griped, allowing his partner to make
whatever preparations he wanted. Then he moved, holding his legs up as
the big man wormed his way inside. There was little finesse, neither
side seeing much use to wooing or gentility. When he was seated,
Chakotay relaxed, peering down into the pain contorted face of his
partner. "You all right?"

"Yeah," he exhaled, pulling his legs up even higher. "Do it. Hard."

It didn't take much persuasion for Chakotay to comply, moving hard and
steady against the figure grunting with each blow. It was brilliant and
it was terrifying, the pleasures that flowed from his crotch to his
brain and when he finally came, he had been grinding against an
expended partner, Paris having already left his mark in the hot and
slippery space between their bellies. He groaned and sighed, resting a
moment before slipping over and falling to one side.

Paris sighed, putting an arm over his eyes. Then he rose and staggered
forward, making the john before vomiting violently. He vomited and
vomited, retching until he was finished and by that time, Chakotay had
peered around the corner, checking on him. He was leaning against the
wall as pale as a ghost and then he slipped down, falling into a funk
as the torment of his evening kicked in.

Chakotay sighed and turned, filling the bathtub with warm water. He
would drag the younger man in, sitting with him himself and they would
cleanse the easy stuff away. The harder stuff would come in the morning
when they woke side by side and Paris would know why he had come. That
would be an interesting conversation, Chakotay thought as he scrubbed
the half-conscious man's hair. 

*************Three weeks before ...

"It will be the best way," the tall Commodore said.

Chakotay nodded, his three compatriots echoing him. They had been
chosen from Tactics and Operations Delta Team One to participate in a
dangerous and potentially harrowing mission of the greatest importance.
They were the best possible candidates, their track record as a team
pristine in accomplishment and service. In short, they were the cream.
On this mission, only the best would do. 

"We'll set you down in Marseille, your covers and passports, the
accounts that will sustain you and the network of allies activated. You
will need to leave tomorrow and your mark, Paris, is being watched now.
You will pick up surveillance once there, Commander."

Chakotay nodded, rising and shaking the Commodore's hand. The four
filed out, walking down the corridor to the lift. Entering, they
turned, musing on their new assignment. 

"This one should be interesting. I wonder how many of us are going to
come out alive on the other end." Will Riker sighed, gazing at the
others. "This is a bit of a suicide mission."

"It is," Chakotay agreed. "We're all volunteers though. If you want
out, Will, its okay."

"No," he said, grinning slightly. "I just want to make sure we're all
on the same page."

The others smiled, nodding. "I think that's assured," a tall female
Trill said. Jadzia Dax stepped out when the lift stopped, walking ahead
of the others. Chakotay and Will Riker followed, Tuvok of Vulcan
bringing up the rear. They continued onward, heading out into the
blazing sun of a glorious San Francisco morning. Ahead of them lay an
adventure of the greatest import to the Federation. They would have to
infiltrate an anarchist group that was harrying the Federation on the
Rim. Tomorrow, in Marseilles, they would begin. Tomorrow in Marseilles
they would have to find Tom Paris.



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