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Title:        The Chakotay Conundrum 1/5
Author:        Darksusie (December 03)
Series:        Voyager
Pairing         C/Various   C/P
Rating:            NC 17
Disclaimer:       Voyager and her crew are the property of
Paramount.  
Summary:        The Fleet and Maquis crews have joined


It had been a long shift, a hard shift and one Tom was
glad to see the end of.  Once again, the oh so
righteous, First Officer had been on Tom's back at
every move. If he deviated even slightly off course,
he was pulled up.  If he questioned the Commander's
decision, he was reprimanded for insolence, even if he
had a valid point and kept his voice respectful.  Tom
had heard through the grapevine that the Captain had
spoken to the First Officer over his conduct on the
bridge and his attitude did improve for a while.  Well
at least when the Captain or Tuvok were about, but the
reprimands increased when the Commander was in charge.
Tom knew Chakotay hated him and wasn't intending to
hide that fact.

This had been the routine since the crews had joined
together and the pilot was used to it, didn't like it
but he lived with it.  On the surface it looked like
thing had settled down, differences forgotten, but if
you observed what was really going on - and Tom did -
then you saw that the crews worked well together but
socially they didn't mix, it was Fleet and Maquis. 
Even after his stint in the Maquis, he wasn't one of
them, he was looked on as Fleet all they way.  In fact
the Maquis, especially the Commander, had barely
concealed their dislike for him from the start and it
hadn't improved over the following weeks and months. 
Nothing physical just jibes as he walked by, ignoring
him unless it was work, a look of disgust on their
faces when he entered the mess hall.  Nothing he
couldn't cope with.

Tom wasn't sure when he become aware that things had
lightened up on the bridge. One day he realised that
the Commander had not admonished him for a while and
had in fact praised both him and Harry at least a
couple of times in the preceding few days.  While
everyone seemed to go about their business as usual,
Tom had become more observant, keeping an eye out for
unusual activities, changes in pattern.  When you'd
gotten yourself into as much trouble as Tom had over
his life you had to be aware of what was going on
around you.  Be prepared was Tom's motto. At the
beginning of the week, he had noticed the Commander
spending more time with Geron.  Nothing suspicious in
that, they were good friends from the Maquis and there
was always someone with them.  Paris scrutinized the
pair as they laughed and watched as the Commander
affectionately squeezed Geron's shoulder as he got up
to leave.  For a moment Tom wished he could have that
affection from the First Officer, instead of the
hostility and scorn that usually came his way.

After weeks of civil and sometimes even cordial
treatment by the Commander, Tom had slowly been lulled
into a false sense of security.  Arriving on the
bridge, a couple of minutes late from lunch, he put
his usual grin on his face and apologised, expecting
the usual quip from the Commander.  Instead, a stony
faced First Officer reprimanded him.  That was the
beginning of a nightmare month for Tom; he just didn't
know it yet.

If no one had noticed the slight rise in tension in
the Maquis contingent and that they were spending more
time together, Tom had.  In fact at breakfast he had
observed that all the Maquis in the mess hall, had sat
in a large group and seemed to be intent on their
conversation.  He put this at the back of his mind as
he tried to keep out of the Commander's way and to
make it to the end of the shift without another excuse
for the First Officer to reprimand him.

Time for a bit of R and R, Tom thought as he changed
for Sandrine's.  Maybe B'Elanna would be in tonight
and would be more receptive to his advances than
usual.  With that thought he walked to the holodeck. 
B'Elanna was already there, talking to Ayala and Geron
and looked beautiful as usual.  Tom nodded at the
group, got a drink and headed for a booth.  The pilot
gave the engineer one more appreciative glance, I'll
approach her later when she's a bit more relaxed, the
pilot thought as he sat down, keeping an eye on
proceedings.  Ten minutes later Tom was surprised to
see the First Officer arrive.  Normally the reserved
Commander kept himself to himself, only mixing with
the other crew at mealtimes and group activities. 
Always pleasant to the crew, except for Tom, since the
Seska fiasco he had kept his distance from the rest of
the crew, male and female alike.  Maybe that was what
was matter with him, a bad case of ball ache and if
that was the case, if the Commander didn't get laid
soon, Tom thought, he would be the one to suffer.  

Paris watched as Chakotay approached the group and
nodded to them.  As he got a drink and turned away,
Geron grabbed his arm.    The others moved away
slightly, glances passing between them.  Chakotay
moved closer to Geron and whispered something in his
ear.  Tom watched as the younger man's face crumpled
and he pulled away forcefully from the Commander and
stormed out.  Chakotay glanced up at Ayala, nodded and
Ayala followed Geron out.  

For a few days after the incident, Tom watched both
Geron and the Commander very closely.  Geron looked
distracted and visibly upset, with Ayala close by him
most of the time.  Chakotay kept his evil temper under
control but when he was in command he usually found
some reason to berate Tom and on a couple of
instances, even Harry.  

Tom was ready to report the Commander to the Janeway,
not for himself, he could cope with that, but he
couldn't face seeing the look of defeat on Harry's
face at the Commander's wrath, one more time. But then
things changed.  

Once again the Commander visited Sandrine's. Tom
watched as Chakotay gave a slight nod at B'Elanna,
indicating she should move towards a booth.  By this
time Harry had joined him and cajoled him into a game
of pool and Tom's observations on proceedings was
lost.   It wasn't till much later that Tom noticed
that Chakotay and B'Elanna were no longer in the
booth, in fact they were no longer in Sandrine's at
all.

Tom and Harry said goodnight and the pilot headed for
his quarters.  He was pulled up sharp by moans of
pleasure, so slid into the shadows and glanced around
the corner.  He thought his heart would stop, kissing
passionately were Chakotay and B'Elanna.  The engineer
looked extremely dishevelled and the Commander had
only a towel around his waist, beads of water dripping
down his chest, as though he had just got out of the
shower.  The suggestion of sex enveloped both of them.
Tom had never seen Chakotay without his clothes and
for a moment his eyes swept over his commanding
officer with appreciation, before he felt a surge of
jealousy that Chakotay had made the move on B'Elanna
before him.   He watched as they broke apart and
B'Elanna set off for her quarters.  Chakotay's eyes
followed her and just as the Commander turned to go
back in his cabin Tom saw a wild and aroused smile on
his face.  Tom thought that this look was so alien on
the usually, solid and dependable face of the
Commander.

Tom couldn't get to sleep trying to figure out what
was going on.  Why had Geron, meek and mild mannered
Geron, who worshipped the Commander, got upset and
stormed out?  And more interestingly how had Chakotay
and B'Elanna got it together when the Commander never
socialised?

Tom was late getting up so only had time to tell Harry
that he needed a word with him later. Harry looked at
him baffled, but couldn't say anything as the Captain
had started the briefing.  Just then B'Elanna rushed
in apologising.  Tom looked her over.  She had an
obvious glow about her, Tom was sure hadn't been there
yesterday morning.  The pilot couldn't keep his mind
on the meeting for surreptitiously watching the
Commander and the engineer.   The First Officer was
his usual business like self, but B'Elanna kept giving
Chakotay, furtive, shy glances and once, Tom noticed,
their gazes locking and a knowing look passing between
them.

As Tom rushed to meet Harry in the mess hall, he
thought to himself, that a good fuck sure improved the
Commander's mood.  All shift he had been giving
positive feedback on any action Harry or himself had
done, at one point even patting Tom on the shoulder. 
Tom didn't feel quite at ease with the Commander's
touch, not after what he had witnessed last night. 
Not that there was anything wrong with it.  It just
made the image he had of the Commander not quite as
solid and stable and this shook Tom.  If one person
could be counted on to be who he seemed, it had to be
the Commander.

Grabbing the most inoffensive meal he could find he
rushed over to Harry and told him about the events of
the night before.  Harry was as equally stunned as Tom
had been and equally jealous but not for the same
reason.  Harry had had a crush on the Maquis Captain
since the first time he had seen him, dressed in his
leathers.  Harry had never known a man like him, good
looking, commanding and confident.  Despite the fact
that Harry had slept with a few women, when it was
one-to-one with his hand, it was the Commander taking
him good and hard that had him horny and spurting with
a moan, not B'Elanna's tight little body, that Tom so
lusted after.

Both Harry and Tom noticed the Commander enter and
take a seat with the Captain, but Tom also noticed
Geron jump up and march out with Ayala hot on his
heels. 

"Look Harry see what you can find out but don't say
anything.  There's something going on here, I'm not
sure what.  I'll meet you tonight in Sandrine's."  Tom
set off back to the bridge.

Later that night B'Elanna challenged Tom to a game of
pool.  She was chatty, friendly, and flirtatious even.
Tom thought over what he had seen the night before, he
must have misunderstood, read into it more than there
was.  After a couple of games Harry joined them and
not long after B'Elanna made her excuses.  Harry
grabbed Tom by the arm and made for a booth.

"What you got Har?" Tom asked excitedly. At least a
bit of intrigue was a break from the tedium of this
part of space.  

"I don't know what's going on but I did hear Ayala and
Geron talking down in storage.  Geron was crying and
saying why did he have to finish it. He didn't say who
but then Ayala said, look you know how the Captain is,
you were aware of that from the start.  Ayala said you
knew what the deal was, you said you could handle it
and then Geron said he didn't think he would get so
involved." Harry relished gossip and a mystery and was
flushed with the news he was imparting to Tom but also
at the thought of Chakotay making love to Geron,
savouring the thought for later when he was back in
his cabin.

Tom stared at Harry open mouthed. "You're saying that
Mr Straight and Narrow was going out with Geron and
finished with him and then ended up with B'Elanna. 
That bastard's getting more action than both of us put
together."

"That's what it looks like and that's not all, when
Ayala had finished talking he wrapped his arms around
Geron and kissed him."

"You're kidding me" Tom's eyes were now as big as
Harry's.

"Well it wasn't a passionate kiss, it was very tender
and then Ayala said we're out here along time and with
some luck Geron might get another chance but ought to
think of finding comfort somewhere else."

"Fucking hell, Harry, what's going on."

They agreed to investigate some more and meet next
night to swap information.   

When Tom got to his room he called for the location of
the Commander.  The computer answered that the
Commander was in his quarters.  Tom asked if he was
alone.  The computer replied, negative.  Tom held his
breath as he asked who was with him.  B'Elanna Torres
came the reply.  Tom let out his breath. "Bastard," he
muttered, cursing the Commander.

In the Ensign's quarters, Harry was doing the same as
Tom, enquiring about the First Officer.  When the
computer informed him that B'Elanna Torres was with
the Commander, Harry also let out his breath.
"Bastard," he muttered, cursing the 
Klingon.

The next morning, on waking up, Tom asked the same
question again and received the same answer.  So
B'Elanna had stayed the night.  Tom had a bit more
information but still no answers.

In the Ensign's cabin, Harry had woken up with a
raging hard on and Chakotay's name on his lips.  A
couple of strokes, thinking of the Commander with
Geron and a couple of strokes with the image of the
Commander wrapping his lips around his own stiff,
aching cock, brought Harry off with a moan.  

After a quick shower he rushed straight to the bridge.


Tom turned to speak to him, "missed you at breakfast
this morning."
  
"Something came up." Harry realised what he had said,
blushed at Tom and blushed even harder when his glance
caught the Commander's.

Tom looked at Harry, perplexed at his friend's
embarrassment.

During the next month no more information came to
light.  B'Elanna became more relaxed, to the point of
easy going.  She was positively blooming, which didn't
go unnoticed by the rest of the crew.  In fact some of
the crew who had not had time for her, started to find
her very appealing.  The Commander was equally
relaxed, joking on the bridge, giving friendly advice
and comments.  Tom checked the computer night and
morning and B'Elanna spent every night with the
Commander either in his cabin but more often in hers. 
Ayala and Geron spent more time together and Harry
spent more time perusing the Commander but Tom, on the
whole, thought things were settling back down nicely.

About two month after B'Elanna and the Commander got
together, Paris asked his daily question.  This time
the computer answered that the Commander was alone. 
At breakfast Tom noticed the Maquis again spending
more time together and seemingly getting restless. 
The pilot made his way to his shift, Chakotay had the
bridge and once again the big bad Commander was back. 
Not only was he at Tom for any slip up but also had
turned on Harry for the slightest of infractions. 
When the end of the shift came Harry and Tom couldn't
get off the bridge fast enough.

"Who the fuck does he think he is, the uptight
bastard." Harry couldn't get over how he'd been
dressed down in front of the bridge crew for nothing,
by the man of his wet dreams at that.  Tom stared at
Harry, it must be getting to him, he'd never known the
Ensign say anything against the Commander.

When they entered the mess hall Tom glanced at
B'Elanna and nudged Harry, she looked terrible, the
bloom, the glistening eyes had disappeared overnight.



      

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