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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." 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Sun Apr 25 22:16:08 2004 X-Persona: Status: U Return-Path: Received: from n46.grp.scd.yahoo.com ([66.218.67.23]) by bunting (EarthLink SMTP Server) with SMTP id 1bhVED7vl3NZFmR2 for ; Sun, 25 Apr 2004 19:15:31 -0700 (PDT) X-eGroups-Return: sentto-1978024-8020-1082945716-stephenbratliff=earthlink.net@returns.groups.yahoo.com Received: from [66.218.67.201] by n46.grp.scd.yahoo.com with NNFMP; 26 Apr 2004 02:15:20 -0000 X-Sender: campbratcher@psci.net X-Apparently-To: ASCEM-S@yahoogroups.com Received: (qmail 51670 invoked from network); 26 Apr 2004 02:15:16 -0000 Received: from unknown (66.218.66.172) by m9.grp.scd.yahoo.com with QMQP; 26 Apr 2004 02:15:16 -0000 Received: from unknown (HELO mailstore.psci.net) (63.65.184.2) by mta4.grp.scd.yahoo.com with SMTP; 26 Apr 2004 02:15:18 -0000 Received: from max (as1-d12-rp-psci.psci.net [63.69.225.12]) by mailstore.psci.net (8.12.2/8.12.2) with SMTP id i3Q2E9lX009932 for ; Sun, 25 Apr 2004 21:14:09 -0500 Message-ID: <002901c42b34$2ff510a0$0ce1453f@max> To: "ASCEM-S" Organization: ConGlomeration 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: Sun, 25 Apr 2004 21:14:17 -0500 Subject: [ASCEM-S] NEW: VOY- The Chakotay Conundrum (2/5) NC-17 C/P Reply-To: "Keith & Jessica Bratcher" Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Title: The Chakotay Conundrum 2/5 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 "I don't know if you realise it but it's two months today that Chakotay and B'Elanna got together," Harry whispered to Tom. "Are you sure?" Tom glanced at B'Elanna and back at Harry. "I'm positive, I've been keeping notes on the Chakotay Conundrum." "The what?" "Well I figured it was as good a name as any for what's going on." They both laughed at the nickname Harry had come up with. "Well let's see if he turns up at Sandrine's tonight and if he's footloose and fancy free. Because I'd bet a month's rations that B'Elanna and the Commander are no longer an item." Harry nodded in agreement. Harry and Tom arrived early, a few games of pool, a couple of drinks and the tension of the bridge was forgotten. Harry spotted B'Elanna's entrance and he caught Tom's eye. They both glanced over and watched as she got a drink and joined Geron. To both Tom and Harry's amazement Geron put his arms around B'Elanna and hugged her. Ayala joined them and they all exited Sandrine's. Tom blew the whistle after two hours of waiting and no show and decided to leave. Tom realised it was the same pattern as before, Chakotay taking his frustration out of him and Harry, but mainly him. Tom tried to avoid any interaction with the Commander at all costs. But the tension was making him nervous, and this was affecting his flying. If the Commander wasn't handing out criticism, he was giving him black looks or making jibes at his expense to the other Maquis. Just when he thought he was at his limit, Tom discerned a change in the Commander. He wasn't patting him on the back, issuing praise, but he wasn't giving him a hard time either. At lunch, Harry and Tom decided the Commander must be getting laid again or about too. That evening they once again settled in a booth, waiting for the Commander's arrival. Again, after a couple of hours, another no show. Tom began to think that they had got it wrong and that by adding 2 and 2 together and getting 6 they'd jumped to the wrong conclusion. That life had become so routine that they were looking for mysteries when in fact all it was, was the Commander getting lucky. Tom was late getting up the next morning and was apprehensive as he rushed onto the bridge and apologised to the Commander who was once again in charge. He couldn't stop the nervous adrenaline racing through his body at the thought of the sneer that Chakotay could bring to his face when he was displeased with the pilot. "Don't worry. Tom, what's a few minutes between friends." Chakotay smiled and winked at Tom. For a few seconds Tom couldn't move. He'd never been attracted to the Commander, especially after the shit he'd put him through, but that smile stirred something in him, something he didn't want to think about. Not at the moment, maybe not ever. That's it I'm getting laid tonight, I've spent so much time thinking about the Commander's sex life that I've neglected my own, the pilot thought to himself as he went through the most likely candidates as he made his way to the pilot's seat. Tom was startled when the Commander squeezed his shoulder while praising him for an audacious move he had just made. The touch sent tingles all down his body, making him aroused and throbbing in places it shouldn't have and scaring Tom half to death at his reaction. For the rest of the shift his mind went from thinking about his response to the First Officer's touch to trying to think about anything but. Tom had figured out a blueprint to the Chakotay conundrum. Two months with someone, great time was had by all, break-up, then one month without and purgatory for Tom and Harry and then the pattern repeated. Give or take a day or two. Over the next months he noticed a pretty girl from supplies get very close to Chakotay and then a good looking man, with no personality, from engineering. As it was nearing the two-month mark with good looking, but boring, as Harry had named him, Tom and Harry were in the mess hall quietly discussing developments. "I can't understand why they put up with it. They must know that he's going to finish it when he's had enough of them. I can't see why anybody would fall for it." Harry shook his head, knowing full well that if the Commander propositioned him he'd be the first in line. "Oh come on Har, it must be for the sex. The Commander must be one good fuck, that's all I can say. But why is it only the Maquis? Do you think he's got some dark secret, like a bit of spanking or bondage? I bet there's a good few of the crew who'd like to see him tied up and his arse given a good beating. Maybe they've got to keep it between themselves because he's got some sordid secret he can't control." Tom laughed, not seeing the uncomfortable look on Harry's face. "Anyway they soon seem to get over it, there all buddies again quick enough." Harry jumped up quickly, "look got to go Tom, I need to take care of something." "What now?" Tom glanced at Harry, worriedly. "Yeah now, sorry." Harry practically ran out of the mess hall. Tom wasn't sure but he could have sworn that Harry had a hard on. Tom smiled to himself, so Harry must have a crush on him and all the talk of spanking had got him going. Tom and Harry had begun to dread the balls ache month. Chakotay was on their case all the time and just as quickly when the next lover came along, he was back to the genial and supportive commanding officer. Tom was on the edge once again, ready to hit the Commander over his constant, unnecessary criticism when Mr Nice made an appearance. Tom gave Harry a knowing smile and the understanding that they would meet in Sandrine's, passed between them without words. That night Harry and Tom were seated in the booth, having a drink and betting on who was the next in the Chakotay line up. They knew it had to be Maquis, he hadn't been seen with Fleet, much to Harry's chagrin. The bets were laid, Tom going for a nice cute brunette he'd seen giving the Commander the come on and Harry was sure it was going to be Dalby, as he had seen them in animated conversation in one of the shuttle bays. When Harry told the pilot this, Tom said, "Jeez Harry, I think Chakotay would rather fuck you or me, than Dalby, give me a break." For a moment Harry was lost in the imagery of the Commander taking him over the command chair but pulled himself together when he caught Tom looking at him funny. Just when they were discussing what they would like to do to Dalby, like air lock him, the Commander himself walked in. He'd made a real effort tonight, tight black jeans, moulded to his well shaped, firm buttocks, a black shirt that showed off his strong arms and clung to his well-defined chest. Harry swallowed loudly and tried not to think of the erection he was sporting under the table. Tom slowly looked over the Commander, from the tip of toes all the way up to his mysterious tattoo, and then whistled quietly in appreciation. "He's looking good, he must be out to impress somebody." Tom said quietly to Harry. They were both stunned into silence as the Commander walked over and asked to join them. Both nodded unable to speak. The Commander chatted about ship's business and other small talk and then asked Harry to go get them all drinks, his treat. Harry walked away, seething with jealousy. The Commander was going to ask Tom to be his next fuck buddy, fucking Tom, who couldn't give a toss about anybody but himself and here was good old Harry who would show the Commander respect, love and a good time, sent away to the bar. At the same time, Tom was taking deep breaths, was scared out of his wits but thrilled that the Commander was going to hit on him. About time, Tom thought to himself, how could the Commander resist him for this long. He couldn't believe how nervous he was but he was brought out of his reverie by Chakotay's seductive voice. "You Ok Tom? I want to ask you something before Harry comes back." Chakotay paused giving Tom time to concentrate on what was being said. But all he could hear in his head was, Oh fuck, he's going to ask me, Oh fuck It's my turn. "The thing is Tom, I'm wanting to go on an away mission, more for pleasure than work, and before I put the proposal to the Captain I want to know everything's in place. I was thinking of exploring those two planets that we're passing and I'd like you onboard as the pilot and field medic but I also want to know what you think about Harry coming along. Do you think he's up to it after his accident last week?" Tom just stared at him. "So what do you think Tom, do you want to come along for the ride?" "Yeah, yeah count me in and Harry too." Tom couldn't manage anything else; he was too stunned. "Thanks Tom, I'll give you more information at briefing. I'll leave you and Harry to carry on your conversation, sorry I interrupted." Chakotay got up and made his way to the bar, taking his drink off Harry as he passed. "Well what was that about, he seemed to want to get you alone." Harry couldn't keep the peeved tone out of his voice. Tom once again wondered if Harry had got a crush on him. "He wants to know if I'd like to go on an away mission with him." Tom glanced at his friend Harry's only thought was, I fucking knew it. "and he wanted to know if you were up to joining him as well." Tom finished off. Harry turned in amazement, "he wants a threesome?" Tom looked at Harry as thought he had gone mad. "What are you talking about? He wants both of us to join him to explore those two planets that we are passing." Tom shook his head still unable to believe that Chakotay hadn't come on to him. "Sorry, Tom, I just thought he was going to ask you out." The Ensign looked away in embarrassment. "So did I Harry, so did I." Harry looked at his friend, "Would you have said yes?" Tom answered truthfully, "I don't know, I was never attracted to him until I got curious. But when you look at his lovers, they glow and I get to wondering what's he doing to get them like that. You know what I mean?" Harry nodded, he sure did. Tom turned to look at Harry, "would you say yes, if he asked you?" "Look Tom, if I tell you something, don't laugh and don't bring it up again, OK." Tom nodded, taking in Harry's serious expression. Was Harry going to confess his crush on Tom. "I can't stop thinking about the Commander, even when he's being a pain in the arse." Harry blushed at his confession. "Specify thinking about, Harry. Do you mean sexually?" Tom tried to hide the smile. So that's what's been a matter with the Ensign, he was attracted to the Commander not him. He didn't know whether to be relieved or jealous. "Yes, so don't mention the spanking or the bondage again, not in public anyway." Harry laughed to take away the embarrassment. At that moment Tabor walked in, joining the Maquis at the bar and ordering a drink. He slowly made his way to the Commander's side and began flirting and it looked like the Commander was responding. Tom stopped talking and watched as the Commander leant over seductively and whispered in Tabor's ear. Tabor responded, throwing his head back and laughing at whatever the Commander had said. After five minutes of watching the unashamed Ensign coming onto the Commander, Tom turned to Harry, "It's fucking Tabor, he's the next." [Non-text portions of this message have been removed] Yahoo! Groups Links <*> To visit your group on the web, go to: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCEM-S/ <*> To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to: ASCEM-S-unsubscribe@yahoogroups.com <*> Your use of Yahoo! Groups is subject to: http://docs.yahoo.com/info/terms/ From ???@??? Sun Apr 25 22:16:08 2004 X-Persona: Status: U Return-Path: Received: from n46.grp.scd.yahoo.com ([66.218.67.23]) by skylark (EarthLink SMTP Server) with SMTP id 1bhVE12Vw3NZFjw1 for ; Sun, 25 Apr 2004 19:14:53 -0700 (PDT) X-eGroups-Return: sentto-1978024-8018-1082945682-stephenbratliff=earthlink.net@returns.groups.yahoo.com eceived: from [66.218.66.97] by n46.grp.scd.yahoo.com with NNFMP; 26 Apr 2004 02:14:43 -0000 X-Sender: campbratcher@psci.net X-Apparently-To: ASCEM-S@yahoogroups.com Received: (qmail 51184 invoked from network); 26 Apr 2004 02:14:42 -0000 Received: from unknown (66.218.66.167) by m14.grp.scd.yahoo.com with QMQP; 26 Apr 2004 02:14:42 -0000 Received: from unknown (HELO mailstore.psci.net) (63.65.184.2) by mta6.grp.scd.yahoo.com with SMTP; 26 Apr 2004 02:14:42 -0000 Received: from max (as1-d12-rp-psci.psci.net [63.69.225.12]) by mailstore.psci.net (8.12.2/8.12.2) with SMTP id i3Q2EVlX010501 for ; Sun, 25 Apr 2004 21:14:32 -0500 Message-ID: <002d01c42b34$3d476780$0ce1453f@max> To: "ASCEM-S" Organization: ConGlomeration 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: Sun, 25 Apr 2004 21:14:43 -0500 Subject: [ASCEM-S] NEW VOY-The Chakotay Conundrum (3/5) NC-17 C/P Reply-To: "Keith & Jessica Bratcher" Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Title: The Chakotay Conundrum 3/5 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 All arrangements were in place for the away mission and they set off in the shuttle for the nearest planet; the Commander, the Lieutenant, Ensigns Kim and Tabor. When they landed they set up camp and there was some discussion on who would share the shelters. Tom argued that as senior officers, Chakotay and himself should share one shelter and Kim and Tabor should share the other. Harry shot Tom a black look. But the Commander said that a senior officer should be in each shelter and that as Harry and Tom were friends he would share with Tabor. Tom could tell with the Commander's voice that he wouldn't take any arguments. "I don't know who he thinks he's kidding, he's here to fuck Tabor, we're here to do the work," Harry said sourly. Just then the Commander shouted them to meet up. "Right I want you," he nodded to Tom, "and Harry to scan this area for minerals and food samples. Tabor and I are going over to the water we detected and see if we can find fresh supplies. Tom looked at Harry as the other two set off. "Right Harry, you go do the scanning and I'll go follow them. I'll come back and report. If they do the same tomorrow, you can follow. OK with you." Harry nodded and set about getting things done as quickly as he could, he wanted to be finished for when Tom got back. Tom followed a good distance behind the two lovers and then settled behind a rock to watch proceedings. The two quickly scanned the area, picked some fruit and settled their equipment on the floor. Tom was just beginning to think he was mistaken when Chakotay grabbed Tabor and began kissing him passionately. Tom sat up and got the viewer out, he didn't want to miss any of this. He watched as the Commander kissed down the Ensign's neck and then gripped his face as he passionately and brutally kissed him. They broke apart and the older man stepped back. Tabor slowly and seductively stripped off all his clothes, making a show of it, as the Commander watched, with growing interest. Tabor then moved over to Chakotay and slowly began to strip him bare, kissing the Commander in between each item of clothing. Tom watched as Tabor lay on the sand and beckoned the Commander to join him. Tom shifted his position again, to get a better look as the Commander lay on top, kissing Tabor urgently while exploring expertly the lean body beneath him with his hands. He slowly worked his way down, sucking on Tabor's nipples, stroking his thighs, caressing his balls. Tom held his breath as Chakotay began kissing and licking his way up the young man's cock. The pilot admired the older man's body as he expertly sucked on the man before him. Chakotay was solid muscle, with an erection to match and Tom realised for the first time just how attractive his commanding officer was. Tom watched as he leant over and got something out of his bag and then he began to get hard as he watched Chakotay slip first one, then two lubricated fingers in and at the same time continue to suck off the Ensign. Tom moved the viewer onto Tabor's face and observed the ecstatic look as the Ensign climaxed. He moved just in time to see the Commander slowly entering the young man. By this time Tom was stroking himself to the rhythm the Commander was setting. But Chakotay was doing slow, leisurely thrusts and Tom need more so he quickened his movements and came with a moan just as Chakotay began to pound into the man beneath him. Even thought he was a distance away, he heard Chakotay's growl as he exploded into his lover. Quickly Tom cleaned himself up and set off back towards Harry. When he arrived back at the camp the Ensign was eager for details but Tom said he would tell him when they bedded down. He needed time to sort out what he had witnessed from the emotions it had stirred in him. One of which was that he was now lusting for the First Officer and the other was that he was resentful of the men and women Chakotay was fucking. He wanted the Commander; he wanted him so bad it hurt. The two lovers came back as though nothing untoward had happened and they soon settled down to scanning the area and collecting samples. Chakotay had made sure that the shelters were not too close together and Tom was glad of that, he didn't think he could get to sleep if he heard them making out all night. Harry was eager to hear the tale and when they were settled down for the night Tom began describing what he had seen, leaving nothing out except his own arousal. Harry listened incredulously, he couldn't believe it, somehow he had expected the Commander to be the one getting the blow job and the thought of Chakotay's sweet lips on Tabor's cock, never mind on his own, made him hard with need. When Tom began telling him of the slow, hard fuck that Chakotay had been indulging in and the loud growl that had echoed at his orgasm, Harry moaned. "Don't tell me any more Tom, I'm going to have to go outside and do something Harry closed his eyes, trying to get some grip on reality, when he felt fingers slowly enclose his now weeping erection. His eyes shot open. "Don't take this any other way than just two friends helping each other out, OK?" Harry managed a nod and then closed his eyes as Tom expertly brought him to climax. The next day they moved to the next planet. Of course, Tom thought, Tabor is gleaming, the lucky bastard. There were no overtly show of affection but once again Harry and Tom were left to collect samples. This time Harry followed. He lost sight of them for a while but when he managed to get a good vantage point he nearly stopped breathing. Tied to a tree, naked as the day he was born, was the Commander, sporting the biggest erection Harry had every seen. Tabor was knelt at his feet, worshiping with his tongue and mouth, the bronze god in front of him. Harry adjusted his position and began stroking himself. The Commander was glistening with sweat and was moaning continually as he thrust into Tabor's mouth. As Chakotay roared his climax, Harry undid his zip to get better purchase on his throbbing cock. The Ensign was just getting into the rhythm, moaning with the sensations building up when Tabor began untying the Commander. He moaned this time with disappointment but his interest perked up again when Tabor turned the older man around and retied him to the tree and slowly began preparing him for penetration. The idea that a strong, authoritative, man like Chakotay, would allow himself to be tied up and fucked senseless had Harry coming in seconds. Harry closed his eyes as he came down from the most powerful orgasm he'd had in ages. When he looked again he saw Chakotay getting the pounding of his life. Tabor was intent on getting his dick as far up the Commander's tight little hole as was humanly possible. When Harry heard Chakotay moaning loudly he felt himself getting hard again. Tabor pulled out, bent down and bit on Chakotay's perfectly luscious cheeks, eliciting loud groans of pleasure from the Commander. Harry moaned as he watched Tabor slam back in. As Chakotay shouted, "fuck me, please harder, harder," both men roared out their climax. At the same time, Harry who had not even touched himself, spurted out his pleasure, with a deep and satisfying groan. After recovering Harry legged it back to camp and telling Tom he didn't feel well he quickly retired to their shelter. There was no way that he could face the Commander without blushing. After collecting all the samples and eating dinner Tom feigned tiredness and was relieved when Chakotay suggested that they all have an early night. "OK spill the beans, Harry Kim." Tom looked at the Ensign eagerly. "I couldn't face him, not after what I had seen." Harry didn't know if he could tell his friend without getting aroused again. "And what did you see." Tom got settled waiting for a good story. Harry began describing the show that the Commander and Tabor had unwittingly put on. Half way through Tom stopped him. "Oh fuck, Harry bring me off while you tell me the rest." Harry didn't really want to but he knew he would want Tom to reciprocate when he'd finished the tale so reached over and began to stroke the pilot with firm strokes. When Harry got to Tabor entering the Commander, Tom exploded with a loud moan. After Tom had regained normality, Harry looked at him with pleading eyes. Come here," Tom said, "can't leave you in that state." Next day Harry and Tabor were collecting the gear together and the Commander and the pilot were making small talk. Suddenly Chakotay stopped and turned to Tom, "I didn't know you and Harry were a couple. Have you been seeing each other long?" "Were not a couple," Tom began fumbling with the box he was packing, becoming increasingly flustered, "what makes you think we are?" "Oh, sorry. The noises I heard coming from your shelter made me think you two were getting it on. Sorry Tom, I didn't mean to interfere." "Well you must have heard one of us having a dream, we were certainly not getting it on." Tom turned away, he didn't know why it was important that Chakotay knew they weren't a couple but it was. "Tom, I didn't mean to offend you. I didn't know you had a problem with gay relationships. Sorry." "I don't have a problem Commander but Harry and I are friends not lovers." The team returned to Voyager and Harry and Tom resumed their previous relationship of being friends only. In fact if Tom thought about it too much, and he tried not to too often, he couldn't understand how him and Harry had ended up jerking each other off. He certainly didn't find his friend attractive and he knew the arousal hadn't been for Harry. It was an aberration on his part, and one he wouldn't let happen again. Routine returned but not quite as before. Chakotay was extremely friendly, even sitting with Harry and Tom in the mess hall and occasionally having a game of pool in Sandrine's. Both of them found this unsettling, especially with the images that were still lurking in their memories. As they both got used to the pleasant company of Chakotay; his funny anecdotes, his encouraging advice, the big bad Commander was put to the back of their mind. But it didn't last, Tabor and the Commander were no more and both men were getting the blunt end of the stick. It came to a head about three weeks after the split. The Commander had been in a real foul temper on the bridge, scowling at everyone, finding fault and when Chakotay said something insulting to the pilot in Sandrine's Tom quickly retaliated. Suddenly Chakotay had Tom pinned up against the wall, the whole of Sandrine's watching the proceedings. Tom could feel his breath on his face and his powerful arms pining him to the wall, the length of the Commander's body pressing on him. He didn't know whether to be scared or aroused. Before his body could decide, Chakotay was calling him some little insolent shit and then Ayala intervened and pulled the Commander away. After this incident they just about managed to be civil with each other, but only on duty. Tom missed the company of the First Officer, as he had got to know him better he had begun to like him. Three days after their little altercation, Janeway sent both of them to explore an anomaly that was affecting Voyager's navigation. Apart from the odd comment about the shuttle or controls, they didn't speak. Suddenly all hell let loose and the pilot lost control of the shuttle. Despite Paris's best efforts, they were soon dragged into an eddy and pulled down into the atmosphere of the nearest planet. Tom expertly landed the shuttle, with only damage to the shuttle not themselves. Luckily the planet checked out to be hospitable and unpopulated. Tom inwardly groaned, just my luck, couldn't get stuck with him when he's in a good mood. Tom frantic to get off the planet and as far away from Chakotay as possible soon got communications working with Voyager. But then Harry gave him the bad news, help would be a few days as the transporter had been taken out by the anomaly. When the Commander heard this, he began muttering, "Fuck, fuck fuck" to himself. Tom knew it wasn't going to be a picnic but did the Commander have to make it so obvious. Chakotay soon began pacing up and down, agitated and sweating. As nightfall came nearer his movements became more frantic. Tom put a hand out to stop him. " Don't touch me, don't fucking touch me." Chakotay screamed at the pilot. "Hey, no worries there, I was just trying to calm you." Tom stepped away. "Paris I'm sorry." Chakotay sat down and put his head in his hands. After 5 minutes, Chakotay looked up, "Paris I need you to open a secure channel to Ayala, I need to speak to him now." Tom puzzled at the use of a secure channel, did as he was asked. "Greg, I'm in trouble. I can't control it. I need help before I do something I regret." Chakotay pleaded with his friend. "Chakotay, you know what you need to do. I can't help you but Paris can. Just come clean with him, explain the situation. Either that or get him to restrain you. You need to talk to him now, you never know he might just understand." The channel cut off. "OK Chakotay, tell me what's going on, I can see something's wrong. Are you ill? I'll try to help you all I can." Tom stepped forward ready to help. "You can't help me and if you tell anybody what happens here, I'll fucking kill you, understand." Beads of sweat were standing out on the Commander's forehead. "Yes Commander, I understand perfectly." Tom stood rigidly, bristling with anger. "I understand that you've known me all this time and you don't trust me to help you but that's fine, whatever it is, it's your problem." He turned and marched out of the shuttle, the anger building up in him, till he knew that if Chakotay said anything else he would end up decking him. When he returned, he went straight to sleep. Let the bastard stew, he's made it plain he doesn't want help, the pilot fumed to himself as he settled down. Several times during the night he heard moans coming from the Commander but Tom soon drifted back to sleep. When Chakotay didn't get up for breakfast, Tom went over to his bunk. He was pulled up short at the sight before him. The Commander had restrained his own hands to the bunk, sweat was pouring off his face and he looked in pain. Tom immediately opened a secure channel to Ayala. "Greg he's in a bad way, I don't know what's going on but someone had best start talking to me. He's secured his hands to the bunk and he sounds in pain." "Paris, listen to me. Do not contact the doctor or the Captain under any circumstances. Please, we can control it without outside interference. Chakotay does not want Fleet personnel to get involved with the problem. You understand?" Tom managed a terse "Yes." "Good, now wake up the Commander and get him to talk to me." Tom did this with some difficulty. The First Officer looked very ill and the situation was scaring him. "Chakotay, listen you're not going to make it without help. You've got to explain things to Paris, he'll understand. Let him help you over this. All you need to do is have sexual contact with him and then we'll deal with the rest when you get back." "Greg, I can't do this, it's Paris for fuck sakes." Chakotay managed to whisper. [Non-text portions of this message have been removed] Yahoo! 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Sun Apr 25 22:16:08 2004 X-Persona: Status: U Return-Path: Received: from n46.grp.scd.yahoo.com ([66.218.67.23]) by skylark (EarthLink SMTP Server) with SMTP id 1bhVEm2Vw3NZFjw5 for ; Sun, 25 Apr 2004 19:15:14 -0700 (PDT) X-eGroups-Return: sentto-1978024-8019-1082945708-stephenbratliff=earthlink.net@returns.groups.yahoo.com eceived: from [66.218.66.30] by n46.grp.scd.yahoo.com with NNFMP; 26 Apr 2004 02:15:08 -0000 X-Sender: campbratcher@psci.net X-Apparently-To: ASCEM-S@yahoogroups.com Received: (qmail 3714 invoked from network); 26 Apr 2004 02:15:08 -0000 Received: from unknown (66.218.66.167) by m24.grp.scd.yahoo.com with QMQP; 26 Apr 2004 02:15:08 -0000 Received: from unknown (HELO mailstore.psci.net) (63.65.184.2) by mta6.grp.scd.yahoo.com with SMTP; 26 Apr 2004 02:15:08 -0000 Received: from max (as1-d12-rp-psci.psci.net [63.69.225.12]) by mailstore.psci.net (8.12.2/8.12.2) with SMTP id i3Q2EwlX010907 for ; Sun, 25 Apr 2004 21:14:59 -0500 Message-ID: <003201c42b34$4d531200$0ce1453f@max> To: "ASCEM-S" Organization: ConGlomeration 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: Sun, 25 Apr 2004 21:15:09 -0500 Subject: [ASCEM-S] NEW VOY-The Chakotay Conundrum (4/5) NC-17 C/P Reply-To: "Keith & Jessica Bratcher" Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit 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. [Non-text portions of this message have been removed] Buy Ink Cartridges or Refill Kits for your HP, Epson, Canon or Lexmark Printer at MyInks.com. Free s/h on orders $50 or more to the US & Canada. http://www.c1tracking.com/l.asp?cid=5511 http://us.click.yahoo.com/mOAaAA/3exGAA/qnsNAA/5x3olB/TM ---------------------------------------------------------------------~-> Yahoo! Groups Links <*> To visit your group on the web, go to: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCEM-S/ <*> To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to: ASCEM-S-unsubscribe@yahoogroups.com <*> Your use of Yahoo! Groups is subject to: http://docs.yahoo.com/info/terms/ From ???@??? Sun Apr 25 22:16:08 2004 X-Persona: Status: U Return-Path: Received: from n23.grp.scd.yahoo.com ([66.218.66.79]) by cockatoo (EarthLink SMTP Server) with SMTP id 1bhVEH3j73NZFkl0 for ; Sun, 25 Apr 2004 19:15:35 -0700 (PDT) X-eGroups-Return: sentto-1978024-8021-1082945732-stephenbratliff=earthlink.net@returns.groups.yahoo.com eceived: from [66.218.66.28] by n23.grp.scd.yahoo.com with NNFMP; 26 Apr 2004 02:15:32 -0000 X-Sender: campbratcher@psci.net X-Apparently-To: ASCEM-S@yahoogroups.com Received: (qmail 99434 invoked from network); 26 Apr 2004 02:15:31 -0000 Received: from unknown (66.218.66.172) by m22.grp.scd.yahoo.com with QMQP; 26 Apr 2004 02:15:31 -0000 Received: from unknown (HELO mailstore.psci.net) (63.65.184.2) by mta4.grp.scd.yahoo.com with SMTP; 26 Apr 2004 02:15:31 -0000 Received: from max (as1-d12-rp-psci.psci.net [63.69.225.12]) by mailstore.psci.net (8.12.2/8.12.2) with SMTP id i3Q2FKlX011635 for ; Sun, 25 Apr 2004 21:15:21 -0500 Message-ID: <003701c42b34$5a7c3600$0ce1453f@max> To: "ASCEM-S" Organization: ConGlomeration 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: Sun, 25 Apr 2004 21:15:32 -0500 Subject: [ASCEM-S] NEW VOY-The Chakotay Conundrum (5/5) NC-17 C/P Reply-To: "Keith & Jessica Bratcher" Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Title: The Chakotay Conundrum 5/5 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 Seven weeks passed. The Captain had commented on the Commander and the pilot's new friendship, glad they had worked out their differences. Harry had started to talk to Tom again and the Maquis were treating him as one of their own and the loving had just got better and better. Tom thought that the reason why the Commander's lovers glowed and blossomed was that they became the centre of Chakotay' world. He worshipped them with his mind, his body and his soul. He made his lover feel like the most important person in the universe and the feeling was so empowering. After a particularly loving and heavy session Tom felt he could take on the whole of the Delta Quadrant. He would miss that feeling but Chakotay had promised him that they would stay friends when it ended One night while the Commander was busy working Tom joined Harry in Sandrine's. After a few games of pool they relaxed in a booth chatting about ship's gossip. "So Tom who do you think will be next?" Harry smirked at the pilot. "Next for what Har?" Tom was distracted by Tabor arguing with Ayala. "Next for the Commander's bed of course. You couldn't put a word in for me, could you?" Harry didn't miss the look of concern that passed over his friend's face. Serves Tom right for being such an easy fuck. Harry knew this thinking was off kilter but felt bitter that he wasn't the one sporting the big grin every time the Commander came onto the bridge. "I'll see what I can do, Har but no promises." Tom managed his usual Paris grin but the need to get away was paramount. He gave it a few minutes then made his excuses, rushing to his own cabin, he needed to get his thoughts together before he met up with his lover. Soon to be ex-lover. The idea of Chakotay with anybody else hit him like a beam from a phaser rifle. He had thought he would be able to handle it but now the reality was here, he didn't think he could. As he turned a corner he quickly stepped back in the shadows. Stood near the lift were the Commander and Dalby in what looked like an intimate conversation. He let them both get in the lift and then continued on his way to his quarters. They hadn't even broken up and the bastard was lining up his next lover. Thoughts came tumbling one after another. Chakotay had called him special, my dear beautiful Tom, the pilot had begun to think he was different to the rest, distinctive, as the Commander had said, special. But then the words, 'I can't, it's Paris for fuck sakes' came back to him. Chakotay had never wanted him in the first place, Tom had just been a convenient hole to park his dick in. The pilot's internal ranting was stopped by the beep of his communicator. "Chakotay to Paris" the Commander's voice was cheerful, optimistic, husky. "Paris here." Tom could hardly get the words out. "I thought you would have been here by now, is there a problem?" "No problem, Commander, no problem at all. I think you and I both know our time is up, our relationship, if you can call it that, has run it's course. It's been nice but you know I really can't wait to get a nice, soft tender woman in my bed. Some real loving. Get back to normality you know. Now I'm sure you've more important things or people to do so I'll let you get off. I'll see you on the bridge. I hope you'll be civil." Tom cut the contact before he let the tears fall. Luckily the next day Tom was off duty, so he stayed out of the way. After Alpha shift had finished the Commander commed him. "Chakotay to Paris." "Yes, Commander," Tom steeled himself not to fall for the seductive tones of his ex-lover. "Tom, what happened? We were fine until yesterday, please let me come and talk to you." Tom thought he heard a pleading tone in the Commander's voice but shook the thought off, he was probably only playing a game, wanting to be the one who called the shots, well not this time. "We've nothing to talk about. You're a good fuck, yeah a real good fuck but that's all Chakotay. It's time for pastures new, for both of us. Variety is the spice of life and all that". Tom couldn't stop himself he needed the Commander to hurt as much as he did. "In fact your taking up my time here Commander, I've got a date and I don't think I'll be sleeping alone, so if you don't mind I've some things to prepare. Paris out." Tom went on the date but did sleep alone. The next day on the bridge the Commander was polite if cold and for one second Tom wanted to rush up and take him in his arms but then Dalby came over and gave Chakotay a message, leaning over and whispering in his ear and all the jealousy and hurt came back. Over the next few weeks the pilot managed to act as if he didn't have a care in the world, flirting with every woman who came into Sandrine's. Chakotay didn't show. Tom didn't know whether to feel relieved or upset. The Maquis were giving him the cold shoulder again. He figured Chakotay must have put the word out as not one of them touched him. Tom had begun to count down the days to when Chakotay would need to take a lover, steeling himself for the first time he saw him with Dalby or whoever was the next in line. Walking into Sandrine's with Harry one night he had to use all his inner strength when he saw a group of Maquis sat having a drink, laughing and generally having a good time. What had unnerved him was that Chakotay was with them, sat next to Dalby. Tom turned around and ran back to his room. Now it had come to it he couldn't deal with it. He'd stupidly fallen in love with the First Officer, someone who couldn't give a damn for him, who'd used him and didn't even like him. He fell asleep on the couch, crying and was awoken an hour later by his chime urgently ringing. He opened the door and Ayala rushed in. "I've kept my peace for Chakotay's sake but I want to know what the fuck are you playing at, Paris?" Ayala had him by the throat. "Everyone else knows it's a privilege to help the Commander but not you, you've never shown respect for him. As it just been one big laugh for you, just get a good fuck them move on. I thought more of you, I should have known better." Ayala let him go. "He's in a bad way over this, why did you end it? You two were good together " "Fuck you Ayala, if he's so bad why doesn't he just move on to his next victim. I saw him sweet talking Dalby to take my place, well he can step in, the way's free" "I wasn't talking about him physically and I don't know what you thought you saw but I know he isn't lining Dalby to be next." Tom had started to get upset again, pacing up and down his quarters. "Sit down Tom, tell me what's going on in that fucked up mind of yours. Whatever you think, I'm your friend." He put a reassuring hand on the pilot's shoulder. Tom let all the feelings tumble out. "He never wanted me in the first place, Greg, I was just convenient and now it's time for him to find another lover. I didn't think it would matter, you know we'd be friends, move on. I've fallen for him, Greg and when I saw him with Dalby I just flipped. He was going to move on to the next one as though everything was hunky dory and I was going to be left with nothing, so I got out first." Greg sat down next to him. "What makes you think he didn't want you in the first place, Tom?" "Does the words, its Paris for fuck sakes, ring a bell. I was the last person he wanted to be with." Tom struggled to keep his emotions under control. "You are way off the mark, Tom. There were two people he didn't want to get involved with, you were one, and I was the other. I'm his best friend, he needs me to monitor the situation. Wants me to phaser him if things get out of hand, if he hurts anyone. He can't face anyone suffering just to save him." Ayala took a deep breath, he had nothing but admiration and affection for his old Captain and he didn't want to see him hurting over the pilot. "Well he never called me his friend so obviously he didn't want me because" Ayala stopped him. "He didn't want you Paris because he couldn't stand walking away from you. He's been in love with you since the first day he saw you and he knew that once he'd had you he wouldn't want anybody else. Trouble is his body doesn't know that." Tom sat back down, his mind reeling. "Well its immaterial now." Ayala got up to leave. "What do you mean its immaterial, do you mean it's too late he's with Dalby." Tom felt the tears threatening again. "For fuck sakes Tom, how many times do I have to tell you, the Commander doesn't want Dalby, he wants you. Well did. In 30 minutes he won't want anybody and that's down to you. I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing." Ayala set off for the door but Tom grabbed his arm, staying him. "Damn it Greg, explain what's happening. Oh fuck, you don't mean he's asked you to phaser him. Ayala looked at him, shocked at the thought. "No, I've been sworn not to tell you, but I don't think its right." "You're scaring me, tell me now Greg, maybe I can do something." "While we've been on Voyager one or two of us have been working on a cure for Chakotay. We didn't want to get the doc involved as Chakotay didn't want the Captain to know. Thinks it's a sign of weakness. Anyway Kes found out, was sympathetic and she's been working on an antidote. Well when you paired up with the Commander, he was desperate to sort something out, he didn't want to lose you. Kes came to him with two solutions but before he could discuss it, you upped and left. You know, I could fucking hit you myself for that, I've never seen him so upset." Ayala took a deep breath, collecting his thoughts. "Anyway Kes came up with a serum, it won't cure the urges but will allow him to control them. Well you put an end to that plan and as he didn't want anybody else he moved on to plan B." Tom didn't like the sound of this but asked anyway. "And plan B would be what exactly?" "Kes is going to do an operation on part of his brain, kill all sexual desire. That way he won't have to rely on other people, won't have to rely on their sympathy. He's a passionate, loving man, Tom and all that will be gone and I know it solves his problem, but what will be left, a shell of his former self. She's operating now while Tuvok and the Captain are at that symposium. "We've got to get down there, stop it before it's to late." Tom made for the door. Ayala grabbed his arm. "Wait, Tom, it's no use stopping it if you've going to fuck him over. If you're going to mess him about he may as well have the op and stop this once and for all." "Greg, I love him I just didn't know it till too late. Come on let's go stop it." They ran through the corridor's, trying not to draw attention to themselves. Rushing into sickbay, they both stopped suddenly. Kes was in the middle of the operation. Selsey, a Maquis medic came over to speak to them. "We've come to stop the operation." Tom said urgently. Selsey shook her head, "I'm sorry, your too late, it's nearly over." She gave Tom a withering look, blaming him for what had become of the Commander. Kes was just finishing the operation as Tom and Greg glanced across. The Commander looked deathly, a grey waxy colour, with beads of sweat standing out. Tom turned and walked out of sick bay back to his cabin. He sat on the edge of his bed, his head in his hands. He'd fucked up big time. He thought back to the weeks he'd spent with Chakotay, all the lovemaking, the laughter, the caring. When he really thought about it he could see that his lover couldn't have hated him, that what Greg said was true and he'd thrown it all away because he'd put himself before Chakotay, and now his passionate, sensual lover was no longer. Tom walked onto the bridge the following morning in a daze. He was now in charge till the Captain and Tuvok returned, but all he could think about was Chakotay laying unconscious in sickbay. Overnight he had taken a turn for the worse, complications had set in that Kes hadn't anticipated. The matter of his sexuality had taken a back seat, they would be lucky to keep him alive. Greg kept him informed, Tom couldn't face seeing Chakotay near death. To survive this he needed to keep the image of the passionate lover of the past in his mind. Three days had passed with little improvement, only two more days to their meeting with the Captain. There would be hell to pay, everything would come out, especially Tom's part in this fiasco. Tom could cope with all that as long as Chakotay was alive. On the fourth day Kes informed Tom that Chakotay had regained consciousness during the night and was now resting in his quarters. The effects of the operation were as yet unknown. Tom had a full shift ahead before he could see for himself that the Commander was alive. Somehow he would make it up to him. Somehow. End of shift came and Paris ran straight to the Commander's quarters. The door opened straight away, which surprised Tom, he would have thought the Commander would have changed the codes, when Tom had heartlessly dumped him. The Commander was nowhere in sight, so Tom made his way cautiously towards the bedroom. Tom's breath caught in his throat. He's expected to see a fragile, ill looking reflection of the Commander, not this bronze deity laid out in front of him. Chakotay was laid on his stomach, naked, his muscular back, glistening in the low light. Tom's eyes filled with tears, he could have been mine and now he wouldn't be anyone's. He automatically stepped forward and sat on the edge of the bed. He didn't care what reception he got but he had to touch the man in front of him. He lightly brushed a hand down the small of Chakotay's back. The Commander murmured and turned over. Tom reached out to touch his face. "No, Tom." Chakotay stayed his hand. "I don't want your pity. I'd appreciate it if you'd leave. As you told me you've other fish to fry, pastures new. I wouldn't want to take time from your many lady friends." Chakotay turned away from him. Tom's heart went cold. He'd not only taken his sexuality away from him but he'd deliberately hurt him. "I'm not leaving Chakotay. I know you won't believe this but I love you and as for lady friends they were just for show. I didn't sleep with anyone, I didn't want anyone but you. But I got so mixed up, I thought you were only with me because you had no choice, that you disliked me, that you were lining Dalby up. I got so confused and now I've caused this." Tom was now sobbing. "You love me?" Chakotay stared at the sobbing pilot. "Gods Chakotay you don't know how much." Chakotay looked Tom slowly up and down and said in a husky voice, "Do you want to show me how much," and pulled Tom in for a searing kiss. Tom was lost, delirious with happiness, when he felt Chakotay take his hand and rub it up and down his erection. Tom pulled away and looked straight into his lover's eyes, still caressing the hard cock in his hand. "Greg said you wouldn't have any more desires. Tell me this isn't true." Chakotay caressed the pilot's face, slowly taking off his jacket. "Well Tom, Kes did a better job than was expected, she corrected most of the damage that the Cardassians did. She didn't need to kill off my desire." Chakotay moaned as Tom slowly kissed his neck whilst stroking his thumb over his nipple. "Chakotay, I want you to make love to me." In response the Commander flipped Tom over, pinning him to the bed "There's one problem Tom, the operation only cured me of the violent side effects it didn't cure my urge to fuck like crazy for 2 months out of 3, it's still going to come over me." Tom held his breath, Oh god he's going to want someone else. Tom began to turn away. "It's just that now it will be you, and only you, I want to fuck into the floor." Tom smiled. "Hope that's OK with you," Chakotay managed to say before the deep moans of his lover put an end to any more talking. [Non-text portions of this message have been removed] Buy Ink Cartridges or Refill Kits for your HP, Epson, Canon or Lexmark Printer at MyInks.com. Free s/h on orders $50 or more to the US & Canada. http://www.c1tracking.com/l.asp?cid=5511 http://us.click.yahoo.com/mOAaAA/3exGAA/qnsNAA/5x3olB/TM ---------------------------------------------------------------------~-> Yahoo! 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