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Subject: [ASCEM-S] NEW VOY-The Chakotay Conundrum (4/5) NC-17 C/P
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Title:        The Chakotay Conundrum 4/5
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

Before Tom could comment the Captain hailed them. 
They had managed to get transporters working and they
would be transported up and a team would come down and
collect the equipment.  Ayala met them in the
transporter room and escorted them to sick bay.  Tom
held back as Kes moved to examine the Commander.  

"Is the Doc off line?"  Ayala looked round to make
sure the sickbay was empty.

Kes nodded while she administered a hypospray. "This
will only last 24 hours and then he's back to square
one."  

"It's OK, Dalby's ready to step in."  

'I bet he fucking is,' Tom was still fuming, the
words, it's Paris for fuck sakes, still going around
in his head.  

"Take him back to his room, he'll be alright till
tomorrow but Dalby will need to visit him as soon as
possible to get him back onto an even keel.  I'll
inform the Captain that the Commander's off duty for 2
days. All she needs to know is that he's picked up a
virus" Kes helped Chakotay to his feet.

Ayala set off with the Commander without a word or a
backward glance at the pilot.  

"OK Kes, what's with the Commander, its obvious
there's something seriously wrong with him." 

Tom knew that the Chakotay conundrum was more that
just the Commander getting his rocks off, something
serious was going on and nobody was saying.

"You need to ask him, Tom, he's a very private person,
you know that."  

"Look Kes,  I think the Captain needs to come in on
this.  I'm surprised at you, going behind her and the
doc's back.  It's not like you."

"Tom, please let the Commander deal with it as he sees
fit.  He'll be alright now he's back on board. He'll
be back to his old self tomorrow.  Greg will make sure
he recovers"

"And Dalby as well so I hear." Tom couldn't keep the
bitterness from his voice.

Next day Tom couldn't wait till the end of shift.  He
was going to visit the Commander and give him a piece
of his mind.  The fact that Chakotay had been appalled
at the idea of having any sexual contact with him,
even though it would have somehow eased his suffering,
had eaten away at him. Nobody had found him that
distasteful before.  After shift he marched to the
Commander's cabin and soon made short work of the
security code and was in.  Just as he walked through
the door, Chakotay came out of the bedroom.  

"Get out Paris," the Commander snarled at Tom. 

"You owe me an explanation," the pilot said
stubbornly.

"I owe you nothing. I'm telling you one more time, for
your own good, get out now before I do something we'll
both regret." 

"I don't know what's going on with you but answer me
one question, why if fucking me would have stopped
you're suffering, was it so impossible to do?"

Chakotay ignored the question.  Tapping his badge,
"Ayala I've got Tom Paris in my quarters I need you to
get him out now." 

"I'll be there as soon as I can."   

Tom was getting upset and angry. "Am I that repulsive
or do you hate me that much that you would rather
suffer than touch me?"  

Chakotay turned to the pilot, "you have got no idea. 
Now get out."  

Tom reached out and touched Chakotay's bare shoulder,
"not till you tell me what's going on." 

Chakotay stepped forward, "I told you Paris, but you
always have to push.  Now it's too late."  

Before Tom could think about what he meant by it's too
late, the Commander had him pinned against the wall.  

He leant over and whispered in Tom's ear, "I warned
you Tom." His voice was low and husky, his lips were
on Tom's neck, and his hands were gripping his
shoulders.  Tom was just getting his breath when he
heard Chakotay call out for a security lock on the
door.  Just as Chakotay reached over to kiss him, Tom
came to his senses and pushed him away.  

"Wait a second, Commander, one minute the thought of
touching me disgusts you and now your over me like a
rash." 

Chakotay reached out and stroked Tom's face, "you
never disgusted me, it was just the opposite," and
then he kissed him.  Chakotay took his time, running
his tongue over Tom's lips and then thrusting in, at
first tender and then with more passion.  They were
interrupted by the chime.

"Chakotay, its Ayala, I've come to get Paris." 

"It's too late Greg, he's mine."  

"Chakotay, please tell him the whole story, let him
know what he's getting into, you owe him that."  

"Hmm," was all the Commander could manage, as he was
busy sucking on the younger man's nipple.  Tom was
startled when Chakotay's erection rubbed against him
and was even more surprised when the moan he heard was
his.   The Commander quickly manoeuvred them both into
the bedroom and lay Tom on the bed.

"Tom, look at me.  I don't want to hurt you.  I want
to make love to you, but at this moment I need release
and I need it now." He picked up Tom's hand and placed
it on his dick, moaning at the touch. "Please Tom,
hard and fast."  

The pilot didn't have time to think, everything was
getting confused.  He just held the Commander in a
firm grip and began to move faster and faster. 
Chakotay seemed unaware of anything but the sensations
around his groin, and moaned continually.  The look of
arousal on the Commander's face as he jerked into
Tom's hand made the pilot hard with need.  Before Tom
could gather his thoughts, Chakotay was kissing him
hard, stroking his chest, fondling his balls.  Now it
was Tom's turn to moan.  Chakotay wasn't just taking
him as a quick fuck, he was worshiping every inch of
his body.  This thought had just slipped into Tom's
mind when his ability to think anything else was gone.
Chakotay was working his tongue up the length of his
shaft, while feather touches were teasing his thigh
and balls and then the sensation was gone.  Tom opened
his eyes just in time to catch the Commander's head
bending back over his hot, raging cock.  The pilot
moaned and thrust upwards wanting the release that
felt imminent and then he felt a finger slip inside
him.  Tom felt Chakotay suck him in even further and
as a third finger slipped in the pilot screamed out,
shaking with the intensity of his orgasm.  

Before he had time to think, the older man had turned
him on his stomach, placed a pillow under him and
thrust in.  Tom gripped the bed as he felt pain hit
him and then as the Commander laid on him, kissing his
neck, whispering words of affection, he relaxed. 
Before long the pain changed to an exquisite sensation
he had never felt before.  The jolts of pure pleasure
made him hard again.  Fuck, no wonder Chakotay's
lovers were glowing, Tom felt 16 again.  The Commander
pulled him up onto his knees and began thrusting hard.
He leant over and whispered huskily in the pilot's
ear. "Come for me Tom, just for me."  Tom went to
stroke himself. "No I don't want you to touch
yourself.  I want you to come because I've got my dick
so far up your arse that you can't do anything else
but come.  Now Tom."  The pilot couldn't believe the
effect the Commander had on him, without touching
himself the spasms ripped through him.  Chakotay was
now in the throes of his own climax, biting down hard
on Tom's neck, thrusting harder and harder.  Tom felt
like crying when Chakotay came shouting his name. 
They held each other, caressing and kissing until
sleep overcame them.  

As Tom became aware of his surroundings, his memory of
the night before returned.  He wasn't sure what
reaction he had expected this morning from his
commanding officer and erstwhile lover, but he hadn't
been expecting this.  Chakotay leant over and kissed
him deeply and then stretched out over him moving
their erections together, bringing them both off,
quickly and effectively.
  
Tom sighed as he held his lover, "we need to talk, you
know that don't you." 

Chakotay kissed Tom's forehead, "we'll talk tonight
while we're eating.  Your going to be late so you had
better get going."

Tom couldn't sit still, not only did he feel sore, he
felt contented, happy, fulfilled and not even the
black looks from the Maquis and even Harry could bring
him down.  At lunch Harry collared him. 

"I hear on the grapevine that you and the Commander
have become close."  Harry's teeth were clenched
holding back the anger. "You bastard, you were never
interested in him until I told you I had the hots for
him."  

"Harry I never meant for this to happen, I was just in
the right place at the right time.  Come on Har let's
not fall out over this."

"Fuck you Paris." 

Tom stared after the Ensign.  He didn't want to fall
out with his friend but just now he had other things
to think about.

At 1900 hours Tom made his way to the Commander's
quarters.  He still hadn't got his head round things. 
He wasn't sure what reception he would get, he was so
used to the changeable demeanour of the Commander that
uncertainty seemed to be permanent. As soon as he
walked through the door he was pulled into an embrace
and kissed deeply.  Tom moaned rubbing himself against
the other man.  The pilot liked the feel of this but
he knew that he would have to get the discussion out
of the way or Chakotay would just keep putting it off.
When Tom insisted that they talk, Chakotay moved them
to the sofa, holding the pilot in his arms.

"Tom, what I tell you must not go out of this room. 
You cannot repeat it to the Captain, the doctor or
Harry Kim, especially not Harry Kim."  He held Tom's
chin with his hand, brushing the pilot's lip with his
thumb.  

Tom nodded, "you have my word, Chakotay."

The Commander took a deep breath and began telling his
story. "Before you joined the Maquis some of the cell
were captured by the Cardassians and they conducted
quite a few experiments on me.  They were studying
human sexuality and I'm afraid that some of the
experiments changed me.  When the urge to copulate,
for want of a better word, comes over me, I have no
choice but to find a partner.  Luckily there's been
quite a few who offered to help me out.  But if I
don't have sex within a certain time I become very ill
and violent. It's a bit like the Vulcan Ponn Farr. 
Tom, if you hadn't walked away from the shuttle when
we were down on that planet I would have raped you." 

Tom shuddered and gripped Chakotay's arms tighter. 
The pilot could tell that the Commander was getting
disturbed and upset so he turned over in his arms and
kissed him, caressing his lover's face, trying to
sooth the look of pain.

"Tom, will you make love to me, now." Chakotay had a
look of pure need on his face.

The pilot took the Commander's hand in his. "I've
never done this before, I'm not sure that I know what
to do, but right now I would be honoured to make love
to you.

Chakotay looked at him amazed. "Your telling me you've
never fucked a man before?"  

Tom took his hand away from Chakotay, "no and until
yesterday  I'd never been fucked by one either."  The
pilot stood up, upset.  Chakotay was going to throw
him out, get someone with experience.  He turned to
face him and was pulled up short, his lover was
crying. 

"Oh gods, I'm sorry Tom, I am so sorry.  I shouldn't
have got you involved in this.  Your first time should
be special, with someone special.  Not because your
commanding officer forced you.  How am I going to make
it up to you."

Tom grabbed his face, wiping away the tears. "You can
let me make love to you."  

Tom took his hand and led him to the bedroom and
followed what Chakotay had done the day before.  It
might not have been earth shattering but it was sweet
and gentle and Tom held the Commander as he cried
again after his climax.

As the days passed the Maquis backed off, Tom was sure
that Ayala had something to do with that and even
Harry was coming around.  Between the limited
information Chakotay had told him and a conversation
he had held with Greg he more or less got the full
story.  What Chakotay had omitted was that he had
taken on all the experiments to save the other Maquis
that had been captured.  Greg had said he had been in
a bad way, hovering near death when he had been
rescued.  The first time the urge had come over
Chakotay the Maquis hadn't known what to do.  They had
found out by capturing a Cardassian scientist who
informed them, after some persuasion, what damage the
experiments had wrought and what to do.  When Greg
informed the Maquis what was needed everyone in the
Cell had volunteered. Chakotay had  saved them they
would save him.  Greg wasn't sure why the Commander
changed partners, he just knew that nobody had lasted
more than two months.  Every time a relationship
ended, Chakotay had tried to fight it, not involve
anybody else but each time he had to admit defeat.

Tom knew he could handle it.  He was getting the
fucking of his life and as an extra he was getting to
know and like the Commander but so far he had managed
to keep his emotions out of it.  He'd never been
attracted to men and this was a novelty but when this
was finished he could go back to women, back onto more
familiar ground.





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