Received: from [66.218.66.160] by n41.grp.scd.yahoo.com with NNFMP; 06 Jun 2004 00:12:35 -0000 X-Sender: campbratcher@psci.net X-Apparently-To: ASCEM-S@yahoogroups.com Received: (qmail 11017 invoked from network); 6 Jun 2004 00:12:33 -0000 Received: from unknown (66.218.66.166) by m20.grp.scd.yahoo.com with QMQP; 6 Jun 2004 00:12:33 -0000 Received: from unknown (HELO mailstore.psci.net) (63.65.184.2) by mta5.grp.scd.yahoo.com with SMTP; 6 Jun 2004 00:12:33 -0000 Received: from max (as4-d59-rp-psci.psci.net [63.92.109.155]) by mailstore.psci.net (8.12.2/8.12.2) with SMTP id i560CJQX013859 for ; Sat, 5 Jun 2004 19:12:20 -0500 Message-ID: <008c01c44b5b$035c3c20$9b6d5c3f@max> To: "ASCEM-S" X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-Mailer: Microsoft Outlook Express 6.00.2800.1158 X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2800.1165 X-eGroups-Remote-IP: 63.65.184.2 From: "Keith & Jessica Bratcher" X-Yahoo-Profile: sileya MIME-Version: 1.0 Mailing-List: list ASCEM-S@yahoogroups.com; contact ASCEM-S-owner@yahoogroups.com Delivered-To: mailing list ASCEM-S@yahoogroups.com Precedence: bulk List-Unsubscribe: Date: Sat, 5 Jun 2004 19:12:53 -0500 Subject: [ASCEM-S] NEW: VOY C/P Disappeared, without a trace 4/9 R - NC17 Reply-To: "Keith & Jessica Bratcher" Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-ELNK-AV: 0 Title: Disappeared, without a trace 4/9 Author: Darksusie - February 04 Series: Voyager Pairing C/P P/K C/other Rating: R - NC17 Disclaimer: Voyager and her crew are the property of Paramount. Summary: Tom and Chakotay discuss the way forward Tom made his way to the Commander's cabin. He was nervous, but the Captain had explained the philosophical approach Chakotay had taken, not blaming anyone. But even if his ex-lover didn't hold it against Tom, he wasn't sure how he would feel when he was alone with him. He still had feelings for him, memories lingered. Harry had wanted to come along but Tom had felt that he owed Chakotay a one-to-one meeting. Pressing the chime, he breathed deeply, steadying himself, and then he heard the familiar voice shouting come in. The door swished open. Chakotay was sat on the couch, still half undressed. Tom glanced at the body he knew so well and a bead of perspiration formed on his upper lip. His first reaction was to reach out and touch the magnificent body in front of him but he resisted. Tom had control of his hands but not much else. The sight of the man that had pounded into his body aroused him instantly. He so wanted those arms around him again. Tom looked away, bringing his mind, if not his body back to the reason he was here. "Chakotay, I am so glad you're back. You don't know how much I've missed you." Tom took a deep breath. Chakotay didn't respond "The Captain told you about me and Harry. I waited for a year Chakotay. But the main thing is your back with us and you are safe and well." The Commander just looked at Tom and gave him a charismatic smile. Tom was getting nervous, rambling, as Chakotay didn't say a word. "Please Chakotay, we can still be friends, good friends." Chakotay stood, the smile disappearing from his face. "Have you come to suck or fuck, Paris?" Chakotay hungrily swept his eyes over the pilot's body. His gaze rested on Tom's groin while he slowly licked his lips. "Please Chakotay, you know how it is. Harry loves me, I can't hurt him. Things have changed. Please don't make this any more difficult than it is. If it wasn't for Harry I wouldn't have made it after you disappeared." Tom gulped, as his nerves started to get the better of him. Chakotay stepped forward, while Tom stepped back, hitting the wall. Chakotay leant forward, his warm breath on Tom's ear. "It's not difficult, Paris," Chakotay's hand rubbed Tom's hip, bringing their bodies into contact. His voice was low and seductive. "It's not difficult at all. I only want to see you if you've come to fuck or suck. We will never be friends, we were never friends. You were just a convenient fuck Paris, a good one, I'll give you that much." Chakotay rubbed his thumb over the pilot's obvious erection. Though Chakotay wasn't acting like the lover and friend he remembered, even though he was insulting him and treating him like a whore, Tom couldn't help be aroused by the nearness of his former lover. Tom's body had reacted automatically. As Chakotay again rubbed over the pilot's hard cock, Tom took a ragged breath and pushed him away and made for the door. "I'm sure you're angry and confused now, Chakotay but we'll talk tomorrow, you'll feel better then," and Tom rushed out heading towards the observation lounge. He couldn't face Harry just yet. He had to get his thoughts and emotions, and if he was honest, his arousal in check. He was close to tears. Chakotay had acted like a different person, openly sensual, where before he had been a private person, cold and cruel where he had been a warm and compassionate man. Tom felt crushed and hurt, torn between a past love and a present love. How could he say he was just a fuck? Tom's eyes filled again. How could he say that? They'd had a good relationship, different to what he had with Harry, but it had been close and affectionate, or so Tom had thought at the time. He needed Harry, he wanted his arms around him, telling Tom he loved him and then maybe he could forget what had just happened. He couldn't tell Harry about Chakotay's attitude and words. Harry was worried enough no need to add to it. Chakotay had been given a few days to acclimatise, for the crew to get used to his return and to this end he strolled through the ship. He hadn't changed his appearance and the Captain hadn't called him on it, yet. He entered the elevator, heading towards the bridge. "Good morning Harry," Chakotay was wearing his now customary black and Harry couldn't help but stare at the long hair, the shirt moulded to his chest, the trousers that left nothing to the imagination. "Good morning Commander," Harry nodded, appreciating the more outgoing version of the First Officer. "Chakotay, we're friends aren't we. You're looking very well Harry, in fact you are looking fantastic." Harry looked for any sense of sarcasm, but saw none. "Thank you and its good to have you back." Chakotay lay a hand on Harry's arm "It's so good to be back Harry," Chakotay said as he squeezed the Ensign's arm, while slowly rubbing his thumb up and down. The elevator opened as Harry broke away, confused by Chakotay's closeness. The Commander had always acted as though Harry had been a threat for Tom's affection and now he was acting as though he was his best friend or prospective lover. Harry and Tom met for lunch and Harry told the pilot about his meeting in the elevator and of how Chakotay had been extra friendly. He didn't mention how he had touched him sensually and he especially didn't mention his reaction to it. In fact he'd began to doubt that it had happened, putting his flight of fancy down to his relief at Chakotay's compliance to the coming marriage and his new found friendliness. Buoyed up by what Harry had told him and the thought that with rest Chakotay might be more like his old self he once again made his way to the Commander's cabin. Tom's mouth was dry, his stomach tense as he tried not to think about the last time they had talked. Tom had sensed a menace to Chakotay that hadn't been there before his disappearance. As Tom approached the cabin doors they slid open. Tom looked at them startled but didn't get a chance to think on the matter further. Chakotay stood by the replicator in tight black jeans, and a T-shirt that showed off his powerful chest and strong arms. Tom swallowed with difficulty, suddenly finding it hard to breath. Just as the pilot decided that he had made a mistake and turned to go, Chakotay turned and gave him a mega watt smile. "I'm glad you dropped by, Tom, gives us a chance to talk, please sit," he gestured to the couch. "I'll get us something to drink." Tom made his way to sit down, hopeful that the unpleasantness of earlier was over and they could again get on a firm footing. Chakotay handed him a drink and sat down beside him, close but not touching. Paris gave him a tentative smile and the Commander returned it. "Look Tom, I realise you've moved on but it's hard for me to know that soon you will be married to another man. I just need time to adjust to the idea, but I give you my blessing and wish you happiness." Tom took a deep breath to release the tension he had been holding in. "Thanks, it means the world to me that we can still be friends." Chakotay placed his drink on the table. "I would like one favour before you get married," Chakotay paused and looked straight into clear, blue eyes, holding the gaze. "Anything, you know I'll do anything to make you feel better about this situation," Tom said earnestly. Chakotay leaned over and took Tom's glass out of his hand. Reaching up to take Tom's chin, "please let me kiss you one last time?" Tom nodded, unable to speak, the sudden tension in the air making him nervous. Chakotay moved forward and tenderly kissed him on the lips. Tom felt lost in the sensation, taken back to sweeter times. Those lips were so familiar, so arousing. Just as the pilot swept his tongue over his former lover's lips, Chakotay broke away and stood up. Tom sat dazed for a minute. He realised he shouldn't have done it. A purely innocent kiss but it had stirred up too many memories and feelings best left buried. Tom rose, confused and a little shaky. As he headed for the door the Commander turned. Tom stopped abruptly when the door didn't open. "Where are you going in such a rush, Paris?" 'Oh fuck, not that Paris shit again,' Tom thought as he began to perspire at the tone of Chakotay's voice. "Look, I must get back, Harry will be wondering were I am," he set off towards the door, hoping this time it would open. The next minute his breath was leaving his body as he was slammed into the wall. "You're not going anywhere yet, not until we've had our little talk. Fuck Mr Kim, he can wait." Tom glanced at Chakotay's eyes, they were black, glazed and had a manic look to them. This wasn't the Chakotay he knew but it was the Chakotay he knew from yesterday and this Chakotay frightened him. "Please let me go," Tom tried to struggle from his grip but Chakotay tightened his hold on the pilot's forearms. He leant in closer to whisper in Tom's ear, rubbing his hard cock against Tom's groin. Despite himself, Tom couldn't stop a groan escaping from his lips and his body instinctively responded to the Commander leaning forward, kissing his ear and grinding himself into Tom. "I always knew you wanted to fuck him. All the time you were with me, I could see you watching him, wanting him. Is that who you thought about, you little slut, when I was making love to you?" Chakotay's thrusts were getting harder and even though Tom was shit scared he was as hard as hell. He could hardly manage to think but he managed to stutter, "you know that's a lie, I wanted you, I only thought about you." He couldn't get another word out as Chakotay pushed his tongue into Tom's mouth and grabbed his hips. With one powerful thrust and a low growl, Chakotay came and Tom followed. There was only the sound of heavy breathing as they both fought for control of themselves. Again Chakotay took Tom's chin in his hand and lovingly placed a kiss on his lips. "I promise you one thing Paris, if you marry Harry Kim I will kill him, now get out of my sight you little slut." He pressed the release button on his door and let Tom out. [Non-text portions of this message have been removed]