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Subject: [ASCEM-S] NEW: VOY: The Maquis Way (3/7) NC 17 C/P C/Various
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Title:              The Maquis Way 
Author:        Darksusie (December 2003)
Series:        Voyager
Pairing         C/Various   C/P
Rating:            NC 17 
Disclaimer:       Voyager and her crew are the property of Paramount.  
Summary:        The Captain and Tuvok have been left on New Earth.  
WARNING IN A LATER PART THERE IS A RAPE SCENE.  PLEASE DO NOT READ ON 
IF YOU FIND THIS IN ANYWAY OFFENSIVE

While I'm talking to Tabor, Greg has moved behind me.  He grabs me, 
throws me down on the bed and once again I'm restrained.  Greg winks, 
again.  A habit of his, which is getting more annoying each time he 
does it.

"Don't take this wrong, Paris, but we need to get you naked, so don't 
panic."

He loosens one arm and gets my shirt sleeve off while Tabor gets one 
of my legs bare.  When they've got me completely naked the blindfold 
comes out.  Naturally I can't keep my mouth shut and Tabor has to 
have his say.  

"Next time Paris, it'll not be a blindfold it'll be a gag."  

I don't have to wait as long this time.  I have only worked up a 
little anger by the time the door opens. Then I feel a hand tenderly 
brush the hair from my forehead and I sense him sitting next to me.  

"You did us proud today Tom, you did yourself proud."  

Chakotay's voice is friendly, tender even.  I hate him but I crave 
his approval and his words bring a lump to my throat. 

"I want you to relax.  I want to thank you for your good work."  

He slowly begins to massage my chest, rubbing the oil in down my 
arms, smoothing it over my stomach.  There is nothing sexual in it, 
not on my part anyway, and I can't help myself, I begin to relax.   
He kneads all the tension out of my muscles and then he strokes 
lightly, tenderly and if I didn't know him better, lovingly. He 
doesn't speak and I can't, I am far to relaxed, practically dozing. I 
don't realise it at first but he begins to rub my nipples, slowly, 
sensually.  

He leans over and whispers in my ear.  "You've done a great job 
today, I'd like to thank you more intimately, if that's alright with 
you?"  

I just manage a nod of consent.  I don't know if he is offering to 
fuck me or what, so I am really surprised when he starts massaging my 
legs.  I just let my mind unwind, I've taken the bad I may as well 
sample the good before I leave and I've got to admit that Chakotay 
has featured once or twice in my wet dreams so this is no hardship.

His hands are working up my inner thighs and I am as hard as a rock.  
I don't know what he has in mind but if he doesn't touch me soon I'll 
explode.  I nearly jump off the bed when he starts to kiss up my leg 
towards my balls.  I'll give him this, he's got a delicate touch. 
Slowly he bathes my balls with his tongue and then works up my 
shaft.  By the time his tongue is on the tip of my cock, I am on the 
brink.  He sucks once and I come with a scream.  He holds me, which I 
am surprised at, until my breathing returns to normal, then he unties 
me and leaves.  I don't understand why they had blindfolded me but I 
was glad of it now.  I feel like a hormonal teenager, one suck and I 
come.  He will think I've got no staying power.  I just hope I get 
another chance, before I leave, to prove to him I'm not just a quick 
shot.

Next day in the mess, Harry can't get to me fast enough.  But Ayala 
has already repeated, what B'Elanna had told me, that you only speak 
about the Maquis Way to someone who has experienced it.  Chakotay 
frowned on anyone who spoke out of turn.  I wanted more of what I had 
last night not the punishment from the other day so I keep quiet.  He 
leaves soon after, with the huff on.  Torres comes over smiling. 

"Good time last night?" she smirks. 

I try to play it cool, but I can't stop a smile playing on my 
lips.  "It wasn't bad."  

"Can I ask you, was it bronze or silver?"  Torres leans forward as 
though we have a great secret between us.   

"Define bronze and silver," I ask hoping to get more information. 

"Let me ask you a question.  Did you get laid last night?" Torres 
looks straight at me for the answer. 

I think I blush.  I'm not used to such close scrutiny.  "No" I manage 
to stammer.  

"Ah, you got the Bronze then.  Did you enjoy it?" 

I mutter something.  "Don't deny it Paris.  If you liked the bronze 
you'll love the silver.  That's if you shape up."  

I get up to leave, this conversation is far too strange.

It is getting near the time when we have to make the decision whether 
to stay or leave.  I'm confused.  As the days pass, the crew settle 
down, they seem happier under Chakotay's captaincy.  Especially the 
ones that manage to please him.  But even the ones that are 
disciplined try harder not to disappoint him next time.  Including 
me.   I'd noticed one thing about the Captain when he was in the 
Maquis, nearly all his crew worshipped him.  They would die for him, 
so I figure it can't be that bad having him as the boss.

I have to go fly a shuttle mission to a trading post, so I am gone 
for a few days.  When I get back I sense the change in Harry straight 
away.  He seems more relaxed, more confident.  I collar him straight 
away during lunch.  He's sat with Torres.  

"Ok Harry spill.  Are you in love?"  

Harry actually blushes.

"He best not be," Torres says "or he'll be in trouble if he ever gets 
the silver."  

It takes a moment for me to realise what she is getting at.  "So 
Harry, you've made the gang and what's the verdict?" 

I can't help having some fun at his expense.  I have to take the 
attention off me as I don't want to think about Chakotay giving Harry 
a blow job.  I don't want to think about Chakotay giving a blow job 
to anybody but me.  It scares me that I am thinking this way because 
this way lies madness.

The Maquis Way calms down as we go through another quiet patch.  Then 
two things happen.  Ayala fucks up badly and rumour as it, he gets 
the silver treatment.  I hear that its same as bronze but for five 
days.  I see him after the punishments ends, he looks terrible.  

Chakotay had really pissed me off that morning, riding my tail every 
minute.  As I enter the lift with Ayala after shift, I'm back to 
thinking I would be better off away from Voyager.  I can't help it I 
start to rant on about how Chakotay's  such an hard ass and that he 
should relax a little.  Of course I expect a sympathetic ear.  I 
don't get one.  Ayala lays into me, tells me I should think myself 
privileged that I'm serving with the Captain.  If I want to get home 
he'll deliver the goods, which was more than Janeway could.  He 
finishes by grabbing a handful of my shirt and pinning me up against 
the wall.  He threatens that if he hears me bad mouthing the Captain 
again he'll personally see me in sickbay.  I'm beginning to think 
that to leave would be the wisest decision.

The second thing is we are now a day from the planet.  I've finally 
made my mind up that I'm leaving.  Of course B'Elanna and Harry try 
to persuade me otherwise.  In fact there's a few tears.  Harry and 
B'Elanna have been rewarded by Chakotay a couple of times so they're 
going nowhere.  They're in it for the long haul. In fact it as become 
Harry's ambition to get the silver and so he's become boringly single 
minded.  Yes, Captain this, yes Captain that.  I don't know whether 
to slap him or shoot him.  If I stay on Voyager I think it will be 
the shooting.  

After shift I make my way to my quarters to get ready for a farewell 
drink with the few friends I've acquired.  I'm just ready to leave 
when the door chime breaks into my thoughts.  The last person I'm 
expecting is the Captain.  I am not in the mood for his shit so I'm 
not too pleasant but he goes over to the couch anyway.  

"Sit down Tom, I'd like to discuss something with you."  

Ok, I'll give him the time of day, he deserves that, if nothing else, 
so I sit down.  

"B'Elanna tells me you want to leave Voyager."  He sounds subdued.  
Well he's playing games with the wrong person. 

"That's right, I can't work with you, not under these conditions.  
You don't give a fuck about anybody.  It's your rules or nothing.  I 
can't do it Captain."  I say Captain with as much disdain as I can.  

"Your wrong Tom, I care about every single member of this crew, 
Maquis and Fleet alike." He answers with the same subdued tone.  

"Does that include me." I laugh at the thought.  

"Especially you."  

He stands up and walks over to the window.  I've got to admit this 
isn't turning out quite as I thought.  

"I don't want you to leave.  I think we work well together, if you 
could get over the discipline issue.  I need you by my side Tom."  

For a moment I think he is talking personally and my heart seems to 
stop. 

"We stand a much better chance of getting home with you at the 
helm."  

Yeah figures, stupid fantasy anyway.  

"I'll lay it on the line.  There's another planet only a month away.  
The few who have requested to leave have agreed to wait until then.  
I'd like you to give it some thought.  Please consider it."  

He turns and leaves and I just stand there, stunned.  The big man has 
asked me to stay, admittedly he needs me for piloting.  Yeah I know 
not personally but shit I never thought he had a good word for me.

I talk it over in Sandrine's.  I am quite heartened when they all 
seem pleased when I say I'm staying.  Even Ayala seems happy at the 
news.  

As I am leaving, Ayala comes over to me, "I think the Captain will be 
really pleased you've changed your mind." 

Well I wouldn't mind a repeat performance.  You can't turn down a 
good blow job.  I give him the news before the briefing.  I don't 
know what I'm expecting but all he says is that's good to hear and 
carries on with business.  The sense of disappointment stays with me 
the rest of the day so I decide to have an early night.  The bastard 
has just strung me along, making me feel important when he doesn't 
give a shit.  Just as I am dropping off to sleep, I hear the outer 
doors swish open.  As I've secured the doors this can only mean 
Chakotay's sidekicks have come to prepare me.  Well I can go with 
that.  So I'm as surprised as hell when the commander himself walks 
in.  

Sarcasm comes into play, I'm always this way when I get 
nervous.  "We'll where's Chakotay's little helpers tonight Captain, 
doing the hard work yourself?" The smirk comes to my face of its own 
accord. 

He strolls over to the side of the bed and just stares at me. "Of 
course this could easily be punishment instead of a reward Paris.  
Besides I thought I'd do my own dirty work tonight.  You got a 
problem with that?"  

I could only manage a weak "No, Sir."  





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