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MIME-Version: 1.0 Mailing-List: list ASCEML@yahoogroups.com; contact ASCEML-owner@yahoogroups.com Subject: NEW VOY "Absolute Power" Chap 5b 12/21 (C/P, J, AU) [NC-17] Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Lines: 853 Date: Tue, 10 Aug 2004 12:55:28 GMT NNTP-Posting-Host: 209.198.142.218 X-Complaints-To: Abuse Role , We Care X-Trace: newshog.newsread.com 1092142528 209.198.142.218 (Tue, 10 Aug 2004 08:55:28 EDT) NNTP-Posting-Date: Tue, 10 Aug 2004 08:55:28 EDT Xref: news.earthlink.net alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated:82611 X-Received-Date: Tue, 10 Aug 2004 05:55:33 PDT (newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net) TITLE: "Absolute Power" Chapter 5b (July 2004) AUTHOR: Layla V CONTACT: v_layla@hotmail.com WEBSITE: http://www.geocities.com/laylatrek ARCHIVING: Personal website, CPSG, Cha_Club, ASCEML SERIES: Star Trek Voyager RATING: NC-17 for violence, sex and language PART: 12 of 21 CODES: C/P, J/m, P/T implied, All Voyager characters, AU, Angst, H/c, OCC SUMMARY: Voyager's encounter with an intergalactic STORY NOTES: Evil!Janeway alert. See Part 1 of 21 for the details. DISCLAIMER: All characters, other than the original ones created by me, are owned by Paramount. I am merely playing. No copyright infringement is intended. NOTES: Thank you, Britta, for your clearheaded suggestions CHAPTER 5b Tom felt frantic beyond all imagination. Chakotay's disappointment at seeing him cleaved into his soul. He knew he'd hurt the big man, if that huge fight they'd had the last time they were together was anything to go by, but dammit he wanted to make it all better. That's what he was here for. He had to convince Chakotay, had to make him believe. Walking through the slithering, shifting swarm, pulling any and all aliens he could grab away from Chakotay, Tom took a step towards him but swung around in fury when felt a claw touch his shoulder blade. "What the FUCK did I tell you?" he snapped at the aliens, his breath shuddering in his chest. "Your time is UP! Now get OUT of here." The creatures looked up at him in revulsion, their prurient stares roving up his length, and despite the shudder he felt at their scrutiny, he forced himself to disregard it. These aliens were a non-issue. Their claws, their tentacles meant nothing. He had more important things to focus on. He had the means to make things happen now. He turned to face Chakotay. "No!" Chakotay shook his head. "Dammit, no, Tom." Tom noticed the older man's pupils were contracted almost to pinpricks, undoubtedly the cause of whatever toxins were running through his veins. Yet, his face was still stamped with apprehension, the dark brows creased. "You were supposed to be GONE. They told me they'd let you go." Tom thought he'd laugh at Chakotay's words. "Shit, Chak," he snorted. "What did you think these sick bastards are? Zokaa'rian diplomats?" Chakotay shook his head. "They gave me their WORD that they wouldn't touch you." "And they didn't." Tom tried to calm his voice, to make it steady. "I am not here to be experimented on, Chak." That seemed to make an impact. Chakotay frowned. "They didn't bring you here?" Tom stared into the dark eyes. "I asked to be brought here!" Chakotay's face screwed in sudden anger. "Are you out of your mind? What the hell is the matter with you? What are you doing here? You were supposed to go, Tom. That's what they said they'd do." "At what cost?" Tom glared at him. "By selling your soul to them, by giving up your sanity, surrendering your... body?" "No," Chakotay growled. "Never. I can FIGHT them. I have been fighting them." Tom wanted to cry. Didn't Chakotay know how messed up he was? He was splattered with his own blood from his neck down to his toes. He was exhausted, his face flushed with exertion, his breath unsteady. They had hurt him; God, they'd *damaged* him despite the admonition that son-of-a-bitch Kel'zian had given to the fucking sickos. Of course they hadn't listened to *him*--he had no influence with them. They had wanted to *conquer* Chakotay and he'd been resisting them. In their attempts to befuddle his mind, they had physically hurt him. But it seemed Chakotay was so far gone in his head he wasn't even aware of the pain he'd suffered. "Dammit, Chak." He took another step forward. "Listen to me." "Tom," Chakotay's brow was wrinkled, as he shook his head, his mind stuck in the same reel. "You were supposed to GET THE HELL OUT of here." He gnashed his teeth. "Why do you always have to do the exact opposite of what you're supposed to?" He shook his head. "Chakotay..." "No matter what I say," Chakotay looked exasperated, "you always have to go against it. Why won't you--" "LISTEN TO ME!" Tom yelled, cutting him off in the middle. "I am *not* leaving you here." Chakotay huffed. "You have no choice, Paris. We're prisoners here. We have to play by their rules." Tom took another step closer. "I make my own rules, Commander." Now he could almost smell the older man, and it was a strange mix: heady, musky, full of pain and anger. As he took a deep breath in, Tom felt lightheaded. Chakotay snapped. "We have no *choice*, Ensign." "I've already made my choice." Tom stepped right into his face, his heart beating giddily in his chest. "I'm gonna save you." "Save me." Chakotay barked out a laugh and Tom felt warm breath tickle his face. "You've lost your mind. What are you going to do?" The dark eyes were shimmering and Tom was surprised at how fascinating he suddenly found them. "Yank me out of here just like that?" Well no, not really. But since it didn't appear Chakotay had any clue what was going on, it was time he showed him. It was now or never. Taking a deep breath, Tom lifted his hands and wrapped them around Chakotay's wide shoulders, willing them not to shake so much. The dusky skin was soft and oh so warm, he realized as he felt something dark and hot and crazy shift at his core. "Look--" Ignoring his inner confusion for the moment, he raised his voice so that it carried through to the aliens. "I know you're mad at me, *baby*," he said, emphasizing the never-used-before nickname, "but I promise I'll make it up to you." Chakotay blinked at him. "What the--" Tom rubbed the shoulders soothingly, letting one hand drop to skim against Chakotay's left biceps, squeezing the muscular arm. "Please, Chak," he lowered his voice, "look at me." "Tom!" Chakotay's voice seemed stifled. "What the hell are you..." Oh no, this could not be allowed to go on any longer. His heart in his mouth, Tom stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Chakotay's body. At once, he felt the older man stiffen, so he deliberately relaxed his stance, wrapping his fingers around Chakotay's wrists. "Please," he implored, looking into Chakotay's suddenly apprehensive brown eyes, feeling dizzy with the older man's scent. "Shh," he said, rubbing Chakotay's back. "Please, Chak, listen to me." "Tom..." "There is one choice." Tom lifted one hand and rested that palm against Chakotay's jaw. "But you have to trust me." The dark brows crinkled, Chakotay looked at him questioningly, his Adam's apple bobbing. "Please, look at me." Tom let his thumb softly caress Chakotay's bottom lip. "Listen to me. Trust me, Chak." Realization dawned in the dark eyes in the form of unbridled horror. "Oh God, no..." "Shh." Tom ignored the stab he felt when he saw the disdain in the dark eyes, instead he ran the fingers of one hand through Chakotay's soft dark hair. "Please Chak..." "No..." Chakotay jerked his head back, his face aghast. "No way..." he tried to step back. Tom held Chakotay's biceps in a death grip, preventing him from moving away. "Look at me..." he kept his voice low, calm. "Please." "No." Chakotay gritted his teeth, his nostrils flared. "I can't. I can't do this, Tom. You... you can't do this." "Chakotay..." Chakotay's face was flushed as he retreated into protective mode. "You were supposed to get OUT of here." Tom sighed. "They promised they'd let you go..." "I *told* you, I am not leaving you here like this." Tom looked into his eyes. "Not if I can help it." "But there's no need for that." Chakotay staggered in a breath. "They said if I could... keep them off, if I could handle them on my own..." Tom gripped the wide shoulders. "And you've held them off, you've handled them, on your own," he said each word clearly, wanting to get through Chakotay's confusion. "For long enough..." "We can't." Chakotay again tried to pull back. "No, Tom, we can't do this..." "...but there are too many of them..." Tom again held his grip firm, keeping him in place. "And believe me, there are MORE out there..." he raised his voice. "More than you see in here, Chak. More than you can imagine." Chakotay suddenly snapped, "You DON'T understand." His eyes were burning. Tom bit his lips. He knew this was hard on Chakotay. But it wasn't any easier on him either. "Yes, I do." He chewed each word. "I understand you better than you *know*, Chak." Please believe me, Chakotay, he prayed. "Better than I ever did." "For gods' sake, Tom..." "You're *not* giving up control," he growled. That stopped the babbling for a moment as startled, Chakotay looked into Tom's eyes--his own wide with wonder. Tom took a deep breath and started again. "You fought them off longer than I could've," he said calmly. "You fought them longer than anyone I know could've." He looked into the dark eyes. "But there are too many of them. You know that. And this is the only... language..." he winced, "...they understand." Chakotay suddenly yanked out of his grip. "There has to be another way." He took several steps backward until he was flush with one of the walls. "There has to be..." "There IS no other way!" Tom was beginning to feel exasperated. "Don't you think I've explored all other options while they've been clawing and tearing at you? God, Chakotay, I can't stand you getting hurt anymore." He pleaded as he reached out to him. "Please, trust me; there is no other way..." "Tom..." Tom felt the aliens closing in again and jerked around. "Stay away!" he spat. "This is between me and... my *mate*." And then without waiting for their reaction, for he knew they would only go away when Chakotay got on the same wavelength with him, he turned around to face the older man again. "Look at me." He stepped closer to him. "Look into my eyes, Chakotay. I am not lying to you." Despite Chakotay's move to stay out of his reach, he grabbed hold of those shoulders again. "I am not going to hurt you. Ever again. Just look at me." He looked into the dark eyes, saw them blink, and emphasized each word. "You're *not* yielding to me." He saw the darker face flush an even deeper red and rubbed the shoulders again. "I know the difference, Chak, believe me. I don't want you to hurt anymore. He sighed. "Just think of this as... placing your... trust... in my hands again, that's all." He knew that wasn't all. It was much bigger than that but then being trusted by Chakotay had never been a small thing to him. He had to get Chakotay to understand, had to make him believe. "Just like in the Maquis, on that first and last mission I ran for you." Chakotay's laugh was bitter. "And look where it got you." Tom shut his eyes for a moment, breathing hard, his brow creased as he attempted to swallow the wave of pain that descended over him at the words. Yes, he knew he deserved it all. This was payback for all the shit he'd ever given Chakotay. But dammit, it hurt. It still hurt. He opened his eyes again and stared at Chakotay. "I've gotten better at riding the rapids now, Chief." For a moment, he thought Chakotay's eyes lost that hard glint. As if he'd seen something in Tom's eyes, something that had stirred an emotion in him. "Tom..." His voice sounded strangled. "It's okay." Tom hated the pain even more than the sarcasm. "It's all right. I am not gonna let you get hurt." Again the same vehement denial. "It's impossible, Tom... we can't just..." Oh, but they could. They *had* to. Didn't Chakotay know that? Shutting out the view of Chakotay's disapproving eyes, Tom stepped forward, put his arms around Chakotay's waist, lowered his mouth and pressed it to Chakotay's warm lips. The lips were soft and lush and a tremor ran through them, in fact ran through the whole body, as he felt the older man's shocked gasp swish down his throat. He felt Chakotay struggle in his grip but he pressed on regardless, letting his tongue come into play, as he pulled the older man closer, feeling the heat of Chakotay's body sink into his senses. God, but he felt good, Tom felt himself sigh as he shut his eyes tightly, and Chakotay tasted so fucking fabulous, he thought, as he lapped at the sweet heat of Chakotay's mouth, deepening the kiss, falling into it with abandon. He just had to ignore Chakotay's denial. Yes, that was the way to do it, Tom decided, as he felt a groan start in Chakotay's throat. He could just keep on kissing Chakotay like this, yes, he sighed, taking mouthful after mouthful of this irresistible sweetness; he could just drink from him for long ceaseless beautiful moments. Hell, this wasn't punishment, he thought, as he felt his own body coiling with the need to possess. He cradled the older man's face in his palms, his mouth slanted against Chakotay's, and kissed him harder. God, this was rapture, this was pure fucking bliss. But Chakotay was still struggling, still in denial, a shudder running through his strong frame, and Tom felt Chakotay's desperate fingers clutching his shirttails as the older man tried to pull Tom off. Oh no, he couldn't allow that. They had to convince those damned aliens that they were mated, and for that Chakotay had to play along, he just had to no matter what. Having decided that, Tom grabbed Chakotay's wrists and, ignoring the older man's frenzied frantic movements, pushed him against the wall--trapping the wider struggling body with his own. And froze where he stood. Chakotay was hard. Harder than duranium. Harder than anything Tom had ever felt. Stunned, ignoring the way his own body had reacted at the contact, Tom loosened his hold on Chakotay's mouth, lifted his lips and stared at Chakotay's face. "Chak..." The face was flushed and as the beautiful dark eyes opened, Tom saw the pupils were dilated now, almost black with arousal, undoubtedly the result of his unbridled onslaught, but the eyes... the eyes were filled with incomprehensible, unaccountable shame. "No," Chakotay said, his teeth gritted, his eyes glittering, his breath short. "Not like this, Tom." He bit his lips. Comprehension washed over Tom like a ton of bricks crashing over his head, and he wished a chasm would open in the floor and swallow him whole. Goddammit. Chakotay had been hard, aroused beyond all doubt. How could he have missed that? Chakotay had *not* been in denial. He had been stepping away from him *not* because he didn't trust him, but because he'd been burning with this *fever*, had been dizzy and feeling out of control with whatever the aliens had pumped into him, all this fucking time. With a start, he stared at the man he held against the unrelenting wall. Tom's gaze fell to the wrists he held captured in his own hands and he saw the cuts and gouges along the arms from which blood still seeped. He saw the strong neck, the broad shoulders and chest from which only strips of the Zokaa'rian attire still hung and the scratches and bruises that marred the beautiful smooth skin. And suddenly Tom felt his breath catch in his throat. What the hell had he been thinking? After all that those aliens had done to Chakotay, he was trying to force himself on him? He searched the glazed brown eyes for some sign of forgiveness and found only shame, mortification at their own weakness. "God, Chief." Tom gulped. "It's not your fault." Chakotay scrunched his eyes shut as if he couldn't even bear to let Tom see his eyes. "I hate this." He was shaking. "I can't take this anymore, I can't..." "Shh." Tom touched the warm skin of his cheek, let his other hand card through the sweaty dark hair. "It's okay. It's just me." "No, Tom..." Chakotay moaned. "Not like this, not with all this shit running through me..." "Hey," Tom felt his insides twist in sympathy as he grasped Chakotay's left hand in his own, his touch gentle, as he carefully traced the high cheekbones with the index finger of his other hand. "It's going to be all right. I'm here." The brown eyes opened again and Tom was pulled into the swirl of emotions filling their simmering depths. A hint of chagrin, grief and disappointment was stacked on one side, while an indication of forced lust churned in one lone corner--somehow counteracted by the evidence of anger and loathing that lurked in the midst of it all. Yes, it could be anger and loathing directed at *him*, Tom thought. After all, if he considered the opinion he'd held regarding Chakotay's feelings about him until two days ago, that *would* be the most logical course of reasoning he'd take. The Chakotay he'd known all these years couldn't bear to touch or be touched by Tom because he couldn't stand him. It was contempt for Tom that he was seeing in those eyes. But then the Chakotay he thought he'd known was also the Chakotay that he'd completely misunderstood. Wasn't it time he took stock of his real feelings about the man? Wasn't this the reason why he was here in the first place? Couldn't the pain, the disappointment, the anger that raged in those eyes be there because Chakotay--as a proud and private man--was hurt and humiliated by the blatant mental and physical plundering he'd been subjected to in this disgusting filthy place? For the first time since meeting Chakotay, Tom made the decision to take the older man's words to him as something other than derision, made the decision to respond to the message those deep desperate eyes were giving him. Keeping his eyes locked to their darker counterparts, he lifted Chakotay's hand, brought it to his lips and softly, gingerly, placed a kiss on the knuckles. Before the older man could react, Tom cupped the side of his face with one palm. "I'm sorry if I spooked you," he said, looking straight into Chakotay's eyes, "but please know I'm here to help you. I am asking you to trust me, Chakotay." He sighed. "Please let me make it up to you." Chakotay's eyes were glittering. "You don't owe me anything, Tom." Tom smiled, as he blotted out the wave of sadness that tried to envelop him at those words and pulled Chakotay closer to him. "I beg to differ." And then Tom was kissing him again, devouring whatever protest that emerged from Chakotay's lips--for those lips were covered firmly by Tom's lips, that body locked against the wall with Tom's body, that face tilted up to receive Tom's determined open-mouthed kisses. He could again feel a moan start at the back of Chakotay's throat as he worked at those sensual soft lips, dipping his tongue into Chakotay's mouth, thoroughly tasting him, letting the older man's hot heady scent sink into his senses. He felt his heart skip a beat as this time his kiss was returned, fervently and sensuously, and he moaned when Chakotay's hands clutched at his back, pulled him closer to the hard burning body. Feeling that same lightheadedness descend, Tom pressed Chakotay hard into the wall and planted sucking kisses on those lips and that jaw and that neck, raking his teeth against Chakotay's throat, tasting blood on his lips, listening to the other man's shuddering groan. His heart thundered inside of him--for the taste of blood was strangely, forbiddingly electrifying to his nerves--he slid up to bite one earlobe and sighed when Chakotay writhed against his body, his erection pressing against Tom's. "Please, Tom..." Oh yeah, please Chakotay, he felt like groaning himself as he lowered the other man to the floor, his body flush against him, his arms securely around him. His fingers dug their way into Chakotay's half-torn caftan and slid up his back and down and up again, and as Tom bent his head to kiss the other man's neck, he paused to notice his fingers. They were wet, Tom thought, Chakotay's back was wet. He slipped his fingers out and stared at the blood coating them. His heart beating hard, he turned Chakotay around and tried to stifle his gasp at the sight. Chakotay's back was covered with deep angry scratches, and what was left of his caftan, was soaked with blood. "Shit, Chief, what did they do to you?" Tom felt his breath strangling in his throat. "What?" Chakotay asked and it was clear from his tone that he had no idea what state his back was in. Sighing, Tom helped raise Chakotay's arms and carefully pulled the torn caftan off, shushing away any complaints. He carefully dabbed at the wounds, feeling surprised when instead of moving away from the touch, Chakotay sank back into him. "Tom..." Not knowing what the hell was going on, Tom hastily pulled his own caftan off and used that to clean Chakotay's back, his touch gentle on the battered skin. The aliens had to have screwed with Chakotay's brain, he thought, they had to have rewired it all wrong. The older man again moved back into his strokes, his body reacting with shuddering moans to even his wounds being touched. "Tom, please..." Chakotay groaned. God, Chak, what have they done to you, thought Tom, as he kissed the shoulder blades, the blood strong on his tongue, and caressed the sides of Chakotay's body. He rubbed Chakotay's arms, kissed the strong wide shoulders and then slowly turned the other man around, letting him rest against the wall. He noticed Chakotay's eyes widen at his bared chest and kissed his chin, his cheek, his nose. "I wanna make love to you, Chak," he said, maintaining eye contact, his voice husky with sudden overwhelming need. Chakotay licked his lips as he looked up at him, his throat convulsing. "Spirits, Tom..." Tom knew it wasn't a denial anymore and keeping his eyes locked with Chakotay's beautiful deep brown ones, he stood up and first toed his shoes off and then quietly slipped out of his silk pants. He watched Chakotay's eyes darken as they moved down his length and he let the older man take a good, long look. Unaware of the noteworthy fact that every single Xaoln had left the cell by this time, Tom hunkered down and planted a lingering kiss on Chakotay's mouth, held his hands for a moment and then rested his hands on Chakotay's feet. "Let me," he said, as he stared into the dark eyes and pulled the shoes off. His hands then slid up to the waistband of Chakotay's pants and noticing the flush deepening on Chakotay's face, he kissed him again and slowly, carefully pulled them down and off his legs. He held the dark gaze for a moment and then let his eyes fall and for a second, forgot to breathe. He'd known forever that Chakotay was not very hairy but the sight of his smooth broad chest was mouthwatering despite the current state the man was in. His chest was muscular and his stomach flat, his abs clearly defined. And then there was the fully hard, long cock pulsing against Chakotay's stomach, rising from between a few black hairs at his groin, making Tom want to bend down and worship it right then. With a groan, Tom lowered himself to Chakotay's body, wrapped his arms around his shoulders and kissed him again. He shivered when Chakotay's hands rubbed his back, pulling him closer as he was kissed back ardently. He kissed Chakotay's lips and chin and neck as he rubbed himself against the scorching body, and felt Chakotay rock into him, feeling his throbbing cock slide against his own. God, he needed to taste him. He sighed as he let Chakotay slide down to the floor, resting his hands around his body, his touch reassuring. He kissed the muscular chest, hearing Chakotay yelp as he tongued his nipples, tugging at them with his teeth. God, he needed more, he groaned as the scent of Chakotay's sweat and skin burned into his memory. His hands slid down the silken body, stroking every inch, touching every curve, feeling every contour, his senses acquainting themselves with every morsel of skin as he made his way down to his destination. Yes, he needed to taste him, Tom thought, as he looked up and found Chakotay's eyes scrunched shut, his lips swollen and parted. As he curled his fingers through Chakotay's, Tom waited until Chakotay opened his eyes and he was blasted by the heat in that gaze, and then he lowered his head and kissed the pulsing angry cock square on its head. The sweet-salt taste broke over his tongue and he suddenly felt giddy--at its strong arousing musk, at Chakotay's desperate gasps, at the dizzying delirium that filled his own senses. Oh yeah, this was bliss. He sighed as he gripped Chakotay's hips with his hands and grasped Chakotay's cock with his teeth and then rimmed the slit with quick, unrelenting flicks of his tongue. It was again blood that Tom tasted, amidst the glorious musk of Chakotay's arousal, as he sucked and laved the length--tasting the precome coating the thick throbbing hardness. With Chakotay writhing beneath him, Tom paid homage to the beautiful bronze body, as he savored the forbidden taste--his lips wrapped around the older man's cock--while his hands explored the smooth hard contours of Chakotay's body. His teeth grazing the throbbing vein, his mouth slid down the hard-steel length, as his fingers walked their way between Chakotay's legs, seeking his most intimate opening. Chakotay moaned and his body shivered, as Tom gripped the firm roundness of his buttocks and carefully parted them, his tongue wrapped around Chakotay's cock, teasing the vein. "God, please..." And suddenly Tom had to see more of Chakotay, explore more of him. Letting the cock slip from his mouth, Tom kissed his way up Chakotay's body and, wrapping his arms around the older man, gently rolled him over. Again the taste of blood and sweat pricked his senses, as he lapped his way down Chakotay's spine, his hands molding themselves to the hard, sculpted body, sensuously rubbing and caressing the skin, as Tom's teeth nipped down to the beautiful ass. God, he needed him. Tom sighed as he took in the luscious sight of the firm body and the delectable ass. As he carefully went exploring between the buttocks, he heard Chakotay plead in half-formed sentences, which made him dip down and lick between the parted globes, relishing Chakotay's shivers and moans as he zeroed in on the puckered opening. He stabbed into the cleft with the tip of his tongue, feeling Chakotay's groans more than hearing them as the older man thrashed under him. But damn, Chakotay didn't have to verbalize his need with words anymore. His body convulsing under Tom's ministrations and his long and needy groans told him everything. The blood, sweat, and spit made it less difficult to delve into the opening, and as Tom's fingers went exploring, doing all they could to relax the orifice, he had to use his other hand to hold Chakotay's writhing body down. "Please, Tom..." Chakotay cried. "Shh, I got you," Tom panted into Chakotay's ears, as he used the same blood and sweat to coat his own throbbing cock. And then holding Chakotay's hips down, he aligned his cock with the loosened opening and saying a little prayer, pushed inside. Ah, this was more than bliss. Tom groaned as slowly rocking back and forth he pushed in to the hilt. It was heat and pain and anger and rapture all rolled into one unbelievable physical sensation and it filled Tom's heart to the brim. Chakotay shivered and pushed back at him and Tom felt as if he was going to explode, so amazing the feeling was. To have this man with him like this, so beautiful, so vulnerable, so hot and burning, and to be integrated with his body like this, Tom thought he'd weep--so overwhelmed he was. He didn't know what he was feeling, didn't know what name to give the strange emotion that suddenly seized him. All he knew was that it made his heart ache, made his breath catch in his throat, made his mouth dry. But then the sound of Chakotay's shuddering groan shook him out of his daze and Tom ran his hands wonderingly down from Chakotay's shoulders to his hips, as he pulled out of the heated enclave and slid back in, sighing in abandon. "Tom..." Chakotay quivered. His groin flush against Chakotay, Tom pulled out and drove back into him, feeling the tight hot channel sheathing his cock, gripping it savagely. Chakotay's sighs and moans filled his ears, as he gripped his hands, angling his hips for maximum penetration, feeling the shivers and shudders in the other's body sinking into his nerves. As he buried himself deeper, he heard a litany of pleas emerge from Chakotay's mouth and wrapped his arms around his chest, lowering himself to graze his lips against his cheek. "What do you want, Chak?" he panted against his neck, as his hands palmed Chakotay's chest, his fingers seeking out those nipples. "I need... I need to see you, Tom..." Chakotay groaned. Tom's teeth sought out that delectable neck and nipped the salty skin, enthralled by Chakotay's taste and smell, as he rolled his hips against the writhing body underneath him--absorbing the tremors running down its length. "Tom..." Ah yes, he felt so good, Tom thought, as he kissed Chakotay's neck, running his hands up and down his body, delighting in the silken feel of Chakotay's skin. As he pulled out and leisurely slid back in, Tom felt his eyelids fluttering at the sensation overload, his cock squeezed in the tight heated channel. Latching his lips to Chakotay's throat, Tom skimmed his hands down to grip Chakotay's hot burning cock. "Please..." Chakotay shuddered, rocking back into him, as Tom wrapped his fingers around his hard, throbbing cock, slippery with its own juice and playfully pulled at the length. "Please..." "Mmm... yeah, I need to see you too, baby." Tom kissed Chakotay's neck, his throat, his shoulder blade, as he slowly pulled out of him and lovingly holding him close, turned Chakotay around. And stared wide-eyed at the man. God, he was beautiful, Tom thought, as he felt his breath halt in his throat, his eyes roaming the flushed shivering length of Chakotay's body. Even wounded and delirious, he painted an irresistible picture, with his breath ragged, his skin glowing, his eyes glittering and black, and his sensuous mouth bruised and panting. Love, Tom breathed, this was love, this incredible all-encompassing sensation that wrenched his heart out and filled his senses and cleaved into his soul, it was love--he felt his heart thumping at the realization as he stared into the beautiful dark eyes. "Do you see me, Chak?" he asked, his voice trembling, as he reached out and traced Chakotay's firm jaw line, his throat suddenly tight. And when Chakotay stared deep into his eyes and pulled him into a kiss, Tom felt his insides turn to slush, felt his heart booming in his throat, and his eyes burning with inexplicable tears. And then Chakotay was offering himself, his body hard and burning, his hands pulling Tom in, and it was too much, too soon--too beautiful to endure. But Tom could do nothing but submit. Enraptured, he covered Chakotay's body with his own and as the strong thighs opened to wrap around his waist, he sank into the glorious heat again, groaning at the blissful embrace. Tom gripped Chakotay's hips, slid his fingers down to feel the point of their connection, as he angled his drives to sink in as deep as he could, loving the ecstasy on Chakotay's contorted face. He pulled Chakotay's thighs up, resting them against Chakotay's chest, as he pulled out and slid back in, and pulled out and slid back in, sinking deeper and deeper into the heated clasp every time. Chakotay's eyes were locked with his own, his chest heaving as he thrust back at Tom, and Tom felt himself fall into their shimmering blackness, his senses on overload. Chakotay's fingers suddenly clutched at his arms as he rammed in deeper, his groans loud, and Tom watched the dark eyes slide back into their sockets as his cock grazed the older man's prostate. "Please, God..." he didn't know who it was that pleaded, for his ears were ringing and his vision swimming as he felt his shaft squeezed into the exquisite internal clenching of Chakotay's ass. Close, so damn close, he thought, as he gripped Chakotay's hot pulsing cock in his hand, the length throbbing and slick, and he pumped hard, inhaling the musky scent of its release. It only took a few strokes before Chakotay's body went rigid and then arched, thrashing in Tom's arms, his head thrown back in rapture as the older man screamed. As his cock pulsed in Tom's grip and hot jets of come coated his hands, Tom felt his own cock clamped down on by Chakotay's internal muscles, beautifully and incredibly squeezed and wrung. And with a shout he too came, his hips ramming into Chakotay's body over and over, his hands clutching the other in a death grip, as his body spilled itself in hard short burning bursts. Seconds later, Tom felt himself fall onto Chakotay's unmoving form, and wrapped his arms around the older man, his arms seeking out the heat that still pulsed in the slick strong body, his lips rubbing against the cooling sweat on Chakotay's neck. Yes, this was love, he thought, as he felt his cock slip out of its enclosure. This had to be love because it twisted his heart and soul and all of his emotions into a tangle that made his breath catch in his throat and his heart constrict within his chest. It hurt but dammit, it was bliss too, even if it was like an open wound, only it wasn't, it was love, it was supposed to feel good, it was supposed to feel blessed. But then at least he had Chakotay in his arms. So what if he couldn't answer him right now, Tom hugged the older man closer, what if he wasn't even conscious right now? He was still in his arms, he was with Tom, and Tom would make everything all right. Soon. Yes, he would talk to Chakotay, he would explain everything to him, and he would understand, yes he would. And if he didn't, then Tom would take him in his arms and shake him up and *make* him understand. He felt his eyelids flutter with exhaustion. He'd never let Chakotay go again, Tom thought, as he pressed a kiss to the other man's forehead, never. And with that promise made, Tom sank his face into Chakotay's throat, wrapped his arms tighter around him, and promptly fell into oblivion. # # It was several hours later, closer to the early morning of their fifth day on Kel'nohr, when Tuvok led the Zokaa'rian rescue team to break into the dungeon. He found his two crewmates lying unconscious on one of the cell floors, wrapped in each other's arms. As he covered them with a blanket, he watched a Zokaa'rian guard place transport enhancers around Commander Chakotay and Ensign Paris. When it was done, he quietly called Voyager for emergency transport, and all of them shimmered out of the Xaoln prison cell. # # END CHAPTER 5 Continued in Chap 6a _________________________________________________________________ Protect your PC - get McAfee.com VirusScan Online http://clinic.mcafee.com/clinic/ibuy/campaign.asp?cid=3963 ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ASCEM messages are copied to a mailing list. Most recent messages can be found at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCEML. NewMessage: