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"Hold still Mr Paris."

Matching the holodoc's sneer with a spectacular one of his own, Tom 
shifted his butt cheeks once more for spite. 

"I could sedate you."

Carefully cradling his left arm in his right, Tom leant forward from 
his sitting position on the bio-bed and smiled sweetly. "Yeah and I 
could alter your program so that when you sang you'd sound like 
Neelix with a head cold."

"Do you want me to heal the tear in you deltoid or not?" As his 
vocal synthesizers strained to their limit, the Doc slammed the 
regenerator down on the bed.

The vibration sparked the pain in his shoulder and he winced 
visibly. From the smug expectant look on the doctor's face it was 
obvious he'd caught the reaction. Tom winced again. Damn. 

The lieutenant hated being a patient or more specifically the Doc's 
patient. While the hologram's bedside manner had improved during 
their years in the Delta quadrant when treating other patients, it 
seemed to revert to day one whenever it was his turn. Tom didn't 
know why but he was sure it wasn't his fault. He wasn't anything but 
charming around the Doc. Well most of the time anyway.

"I'm waiting." The hologram's eyebrows rose into his baldpate.

"Has anyone ever told you, you have the beside manner of the Marquis 
De Sade?" Tom sat silently a few minutes trying to stare the doctor 
down while the pain in his upper arm screamed. When the sweat began 
rolling down his brow into his eyes, he caved.

"OK I'll sit still."

"Thank you Mr Paris." Tom wasn't sure but he thought he heard relief 
in the Doc's voice. The hologram picked up the regenerator and began 
passing it over his injured left shoulder. He talked as he 
worked.

"Do you mind telling me how you managed to tear the muscle from your 
skeletal frame so spectacularly?"

Tom did actually but after the emotional tug of war he'd just 
experienced with the holodoc, he wasn't about to relate the 
humiliating experience. However since the Doc's was taking away the 
excruciating stinging, Tom felt he had to give him something. 
Something he would believe. He lifted one corner of his mouth 
impishly.

"Sex." The medical instrument wavered. "Would you like the 
highlights?"

"Thank you no." The whirring stopped and the Doc stood back and 
replaced the device on the tray beside the bed. "Done."

Tom let go of his cradled arm and flexed his left shoulder 
experimentally. A pain so bright it brought tears to his eyes lanced 
from his elbow to his neck.

"Fuck!" He glared at the Doc. "I thought you said you fixed it!"

Unfazed by his outburst the doctor stood looking at him 
impassively. "The damage has been repaired, however there may be 
some residual pain."

"Some? Shit Doc it feels like I've been arm wrestling at Sandrine's 
all-night and losing." He wrapped his left arm around his torso to 
still the agony. "I can't work this way, you gotta do something."

Stroking his chin thoughtfully, the doctor paced before him. He 
stopped. "I could give you an opiate but besides being addictive, it 
would affect your motor skills. You couldn't pilot the ship while 
receiving treatment."

Drugs and Tom Paris didn't mix well together for any reason and he 
needed to fly Voyager like he needed to sleep and eat.

"Nope, next option."

"Of course." The Doc lowered his head in thought a moment before 
raising it again. "How about T.E.N.S.?"

"Tens?" Tom squinted one blue eye at him suspiciously. "That's not 
another drug, is it?"

"No it stands for Transcutaneous Electrical Nerve Stimulation."

"Now that sounds like torture. You're sure you're not related to the 
evil old Marquis?" The Doc rolled his eyes at his flippant remark. 
Tom smiled feeling a little more in control of the situation at being 
able to get the Doc's goat.

"I assure you Mr Paris the procedure is quite painless. It merely 
involves a small electrical current running through your skin into 
the nerve fibres to stimulate your body's own pain-fighting 
mechanism."

"And what are the side-effects?"

"None and after three 30 minute treatments daily, you should feel 
better in a week to ten days."

"Treatments here in Sickbay administered by you?" Oh joy his two 
favorite things. "Isn't there anything else?" 

Tom's voice was slightly whiny, but coupled with the fire in his arm 
and the prospect of spending more time with the Doc he couldn't help 
it. The hologram sighed loudly at him before consulting the medical 
database to find another avenue of treatment.

"There is hypoanalgesia. There's no side effects and after a few 
supervised sessions, you could continue the therapy in the privacy of 
your cabin on your own."

Intrigued Tom asked, "What is it?"

"Essentially it's self hypnosis. The technique relaxes the body 
causing a natural reduction of pain and with proper use of suggestion 
the pain can be eliminated entirely for short periods of time."

"Bingo that's the one! Sign me up Doc!"

"Fine I'll contact Commander Chakotay and schedule you for a 
consultation."

Whoa! Tom knew this treatment had to be too good to be true. He had 
nothing against the commander for a long time now but they didn't 
travel in the same social circle. Chakotay spent time with serious 
types like Tuvok and the captain while Tom hung out with party 
animals like Harry and Delaney sisters. So involving the first 
officer in his recovery was just a little too up close and personal 
than he was used to and it bothered him. Tom didn't know why, it 
just did.

"Does it have to be Chakotay?"

Exasperation coloured the doctor's ears and forehead red as he 
answered. "The commander is Voyager's resident expert on meditative 
practices. Of course it has to be him." The holodoc stood back from 
his console and threw out his arms. "That's it Lieutenant. It's 
either Commander Chakotay or me. You're welcome to search the 
database yourself for another alternative, but I assure you, you 
won't find one."

Tom slipped off the bio-bed at the doctor's offer but as his feet hit 
the hard surface of Sickbay's floor, the pain in his shoulder re-
asserted itself. Tom had to grab the edge of the bed with his 
uninjured right hand to keep his knees from giving way.

"Fine." He uttered through clenched teeth. "I'll take Chakotay."

********

It almost looked romantic.

Chakotay hastily went about the living room of his quarters 
extinguishing the strategically placed thick white candles and 
ordered the computer to set the room's illumination at thirty 
percent. Satisfied the lower light level still gave his cabin a 
relaxed atmosphere without looking seductive, the commander settled 
on the couch to wait for his appointment to arrive.

********

Man it was dark.

"Uh Commander?"

"Come in Lieutenant. Please have a seat."

As his eyes got used to the dimness of the room, Tom spied Chakotay 
standing by the edge of the lounge. He walked over and sat down 
carefully. The first officer supported his decent on his good side 
with a solid arm and then joined him on the couch.

"Would like you to something to drink or shall we begin."

His mouth was as dry as a Vulcan desert but Tom didn't want to delay 
the session. Besides being a little nervous, he was hurting and 
wanted relief.

"No let's just do it."

"All right. Lay back and close your eyes."

He followed Chakotay's direction, leaning back into the padded 
cushions of the lounge and throwing his feet up on the coffee table.

"OK now what?"

"Now just listen." Tom heard the crunch of the commander's body 
against the fabric of the couch. When he talked again Tom could tell 
he was sitting closer. The sound of his voice was nearer to his ear 
and he could smell that sweet earthy smell that only Chakotay had.

"If you read the data the doctor downloaded you know that hypnosis is 
only another form of meditation. Under its influence you become 
highly suggestible but you won't do anything you wouldn't normally 
do. I can't make you overload the warp core or make love to Neelix 
unless you really want to. Understand?"

A funny commander? Well this was new. Tom released a short nervous 
laugh and sank deeper into the lounge. His shoulder felt better 
already.

"Yeah I'm not going to fuck Neelix."

"OK. Now what I'm going to do is talk you down. All you have to do 
is listen to my voice and follow my instructions."

Concentrating on the commander's low baritone, Tom complied with its 
instructions as he was systematically told to release the stress in 
his body limb by limb. Finally he reached a plateau where he felt 
like he was floating and nothing but the sound of Chakotay's voice 
mattered.

"Now Tom wash away the hurt. Can you feel it fall away from you?"

"Yes." And he did. As the pain drifted away, he was breathing 
pleasantly, slowly drifting deeper and deeper with each breath.

"Good Tom. You're doing well. Now as I count to three you are going 
to slowly, gradually, pleasantly wake up. You will return to your 
normal waking state except that you will feel no pain. Now, starting 
up.one.becoming more alert.two, getting ready to wake
up.three wake 
up."

Tom's eyes fluttered opened. Turning his head to the side, he looked 
into a pair of serene ebony eyes and smiled.

"Did I bang a Talaxian?"

Chakotay gave him a closed mouth Mona Lisa smile back. It was 
beautiful. "Everything that happened you remember. How do you feel?"

As he did in Sickbay, Tom tested his left shoulder. It spasmed 
marginally at the movement but didn't bring tears to his eyes.

"Good I think." He held out his arm and flexed his fingers 
easily. "How long is this going to last?"

"Until you become tense again. Your body's normal reaction to the 
pain is to tighten up causing more discomfort. It's an accumulative 
effect that will need to be siphoned off periodically until your 
shoulder heals."

"So I'll have to keep coming here until I'm better?"

"No I've made you what's called an induction recording of my talk 
down. You can play it at home when the pain reoccurs."

If he didn't feel so damn good right now, Tom would have been 
disappointed. It was nice here. The room was quiet and comfortable 
and Chakotay's presence was soothing. No not soothing, sensual. Tom 
felt just like he'd just been thoroughly and wonderfully fucked. As 
he would with any other lover, he reached out and stroked the 
commander's cheek with the back of his hand affectionately.

At the contact, Chakotay shot back to the opposite side of the 
lounge. With amusement Tom watched as the big man tried to regain 
his composure by straightening the bottom of his uniform jacket. His 
father did used to do the same thing when he became nervous. The 
Admiral had called it the Picard Maneuver. 

"You should go now Lieutenant."

"Now? We're done?"

"Yes if you need to see me again, contact the doctor and he'll 
schedule you another appointment."

It was a brush off. It didn't happen very often to him but Tom knew 
one when he saw it. Normally his pride would automatically contract 
and he'd come back with a cutting reply. However with Chakotay it was 
different. Maybe it was hypnosis or maybe it was because as the same 
time the commander's voice was telling him to leave, Tom was almost 
certain his dark gorgeous eyes were begging him to stay. It was a 
toss up.

"What are you doing tomorrow night?" He peered across the couch at 
the commander seductively through his blond lashes.

"Why don't you see until you feel tomorrow and then check in with the 
doctor first. OK?"

"OK."

Tom lifted his languid form up from the couch and walked to the 
door. After a moment of fumbling at something, Chakotay followed at 
his heels and escorted him keeping a respectful distance. When he 
reached the exit, Tom turned.

"If I need you, will you be there for me?"

"Try the recording first." The commander handed him a thin iso-
linear chip.

Nodding Tom left and headed down the hall to his quarters, threading 
the sliver of plastic through his fingers.

Tom knew the recording wasn't going to be enough, but it might do for 
tonight. 

********

Oh yes that felt better.

Chakotay lay back on the couch with his trousers splayed opened, 
fisting a most unprofessional hard on. As he paused at its crest to 
gather some the seeping liquid to ease the passage of his hand, he 
thought of Tom's lips.

They were pink, full and he imagined, deliciously sweet. Oh yes and 
it would have been sinfully easy to taste them. If he had tried to 
kiss the lieutenant in the dreamy mood he'd been in, Chakotay was 
sure he would have been kissed back. It would have been wrong but 
wonderfully so.

Chakotay sucked his breath over his bottom lip and pistoned his arm 
faster. So wrong and so right. The combination of the two values 
sparked his forbidden arousal higher and he jerked even harder on his 
cock. As the burning in his veins reached critical, he threw his 
head back and came in long ropey streams over the front of his 
uniform. Savoring the release, the commander milked his cock until 
it was dry. It was only after he'd satisfied his lust completely did 
the guilt set in.

What he had just done was a breach of trust between therapist and 
patient. The fact the Tom was not aware of the misconduct didn't 
matter, it was still a violation of professional ethics. Lowering 
his head in shame, Chakotay made his way through his quarters to the 
head to clean away the evidence of his transgression.

He grabbed a white towel from the rack and wiped down his jacket 
before rubbing off vigorously the drying semen on his fingers. When 
his hands were with red raw with friction he stopped and looked up at 
himself in the mirror.

Chakotay couldn't be this ragged man looking back at him. He banged 
his fists down hard on the counter. No, he was a man of integrity 
and controlled emotions. This was something he wouldn't normally do 
and why would it happen with Tom Paris of all people?

He left the towel where it was on the counter and entered his 
bedroom. After stripping off his soiled clothing, he fell back naked 
on to his mattress and stared up at the bleak ceiling.

Chakotay liked and respected the lieutenant but he didn't lust after 
him. Tom was admittedly attractive but he was also silly, irreverent 
and believed in nothing, definitely not his type. The only time in 
the past when he had wanted to touch the cocky young pilot was to 
throttle him and not kiss him. So how could that in the space of one 
counseling session, change?

He couldn't have been affected by the hypnosis. Chakotay after a 
lifetime of meditation knew what it felt like to be in a trance so 
that explanation was out. Closing his eyes he went over the meeting 
in his head for clues and saw a pair clear blue eyes stare back at 
him from behind his lids. As the tingling in his groin resurfaced, 
understanding hit.

Those sparkling sapphire orbs had never looked at him with yearning 
before. They had mocked him and even scorned him but never had they 
desired him. In his passion, Chakotay had fixated on the young man's 
lips but it was really Tom's eyes that had incited the insanity.

Now that he knew the trigger, Chakotay knew what to avoid. Tonight 
he'd made he mistake of getting intimate in an effort to relax Tom. 
If another treatment were required he would be the ultimate 
dispassionate professional and keep his distance.

Rolling to one side, he slipped under the comforter and killed the 
lights. With a little light meditation he was able to drift off to 
sleep.

Chakotay's dreams would be filled with blue skies and oceans.

********

Get the fuck in there!

Tom wiped his sweating palms on his bare thighs and tried again to 
insert the chip in the console of the terminal in his cabin. On the 
fourth attempt he was successful and the sound of the commander's 
velvet voice filled his living room.

He allowed himself a few slow strokes of his penis in reward before 
pushing back the chair and moving to the coffee table. On one corner 
of its smooth glass surface was a six-inch silicon dildo adhered with 
suction cups. 

Spreading his knees, Tom lowered himself on the greased phallus to 
the beat of Chakotay's melodic phrasing. As the head of its pliant 
bulk popped into his anus the lieutenant screamed out in pleasure.

"Oh that's right baby. Talk me down, talk me down."

Despite the strain on his thighs, he pumped the thick phallus in and 
out his ass, angling his body so its length stroked his gland. Tom's 
shoulder wailed with each movement but he didn't care. The deep 
resonance of the commander's voice as he impaled himself repeatedly 
was the only thing that mattered.

As his arousal peaked Tom slammed himself down harder on the table 
causing its far legs to beat at the carpet in a staccato rhythm. 
Finally the beat reached a crashing crescendo and he erupted in a 
fountain of pleasure. Tom lifted himself from the dildo and fell to 
the floor.

Oh fuck that was good he thought as he listened to the recorded 
Chakotay tell him to wake up. Pulling into a fetal position Tom 
fell asleep on the floor of his living room.

*******

Gods he was sore.

The combination of his shoulder, fucking himself and sleeping all night on the living room floor, had made Tom a walking, talking mass of hurt. He shifted his rear in his seat at the helm while listening to Chakotay speak to the captain behind him. The mild discomfort in his ass transmuted into pleasure as the commander's vocalizations filled his ears and Tom added another ache to his list.

Briefly tearing his eyes away from his console, he looked down his enlarged groin to see a small wet spot. Oh fuck, he should have worn underwear. Gripping the sleeve of his uniform, Tom tried to nonchalantly sop up the mark with the hem but only succeeded in spreading the stain and make his stiff cock weep more profusely. Giving up, he returned his hands to the helm's controls. He still had half an hour before his shift ended. The resilient material would dry spotlessly by then as long as the seeping stopped. That would mean deflating his erection. Tom concentrated on the starfield ahead and not the hunk with the buttery voice behind him.

Breaking his just made vow, he tried to understand exactly why Chakotay was making the little guy in his pants do handstands.

As he'd walked to his appointment last night, Tom had amused himself by thinking that the dull first officer could probably put him to sleep just by saying hello. Excitement and fun weren't words he associated with Chakotay and he'd been surprised when that assessment changed. It had been the Neelix remark that had shifted his mindset. Well that and the husky voice that had poured forth from that incredibly sensuous mouth. Before then Tom hadn't considered the sedate older man as a sexual partner but now that he had it was driving him crazy with lust. His damp lap was proof of that.

Which brought him back to his present dilemma. If he didn't want to spend every duty shift with a raging hard on he was going to have to get the commander to fuck him and judging by the man's startled reaction to his touch last night that meant seducing him. It might be a challenge but he was up for it. Tom peeked downward and grimaced.

Oh yeah he was definitely 'up' for it.

********

"Come."

Chakotay looked away from the report his distracted mind refused to digest and to the doors of his office. Tom Paris sashayed through its entrance and like poetry in motion, elegantly folded his lean body into the chair on the other side of his desk. Spirits had he always moved that way? Stamping down his mounting arousal, he turned away from his monitor to face him dead on.

"Was there something you wanted Lieutenant?"

"I wanted to tell you that I'm not wearing any underwear."

That little factoid caused his bottom lip to drop. Quickly closing his mouth and regaining his composure, Chakotay answered back in what he hoped was a professional unaffected voice.

"And was there anything else Mr Paris?"

Tom placed his elbows on his desk and propped his chin up with his hands. 

"Yeah I want you to run your big hands up and down the skin of my thighs, crawl between my legs and bury your head in my crotch." The pilot stood and began creeping over the top of his desk, pulling himself along with his hands. "And then I want you to turn me over and fuck me so hard they'll hear my screams all the way in the Alpha quadrant."

Chakotay pushed his chair back when the blond got close enough to reach out and touch him. Tom reconnoitered and continued his advance slinking around the desk to his position behind it. Chakotay was again fascinated by the way the younger man moved and sat frozen in his chair. The pilot took advantage of his immobility and straddled him. He could feel the man's erection against his own.

"I want to taste your cock and flick my tongue over it." Tom whispered into his ear before nipping at the lobe.

The sharp pain broke his paralysis and Chakotay bolted upright, spilling the blond to the floor.

"Fuck!" The lieutenant rubbed at his shoulder and looked up. "OK fine. You want to play rough big man, well I can do that too."

Remembering who he was and how he was supposed to behave, Chakotay moved to the doorway.

"I'm your therapist Mr Paris and this kind of interaction is totally inappropriate." He stood to the side of the door. "I think it's time you left. We can talk about this incident in the morning."

With some measure of relief and a little regret Chakotay watched as Tom hauled himself off the floor and headed in the direction of the exit. He moved flush to the wall to avoid touching him as he walked by. The pilot was almost at the point where the panels would have slid open when he changed his trajectory and plastered his frame over his. Chakotay raised his hands to push him away but Tom deftly caught his wrists and pinned them over his head.

"I want you to play with my balls and suck them into your mouth one by one."

"Stop it Tom." He breathed into the blond's face. Tom responded by grinding pelvis forward.

"And then I want you to stick your fingers up my ass and…-"

"Shut up!" Chakotay roared and in a burst of adrenaline he flipped the writhing man over so his back was square with the wall. Tom released his hands and cupped his ass with his palms.

"Come on Chakotay, shut me up, bang it in there, pound me, come on you fuck, you hot, hot cock, fuck me!"

It was too much. Professional conduct be damned. Chakotay was burning so hot with desire for the malcontent daring him with his words, he didn't give a damn about ethics anymore. All that mattered was finding a release from this torment.

Pressing his forearms to the wall he took those bittersweet lips with his savagely. He sucked and bit at Tom's mouth and then plundered its heat with his tongue mapping out every centimeter of its interior. Tom scraped his white teeth along his gums and moved his hands around to open the clasp of his pants. Chakotay moved his hips back to give the young man better access without losing the taste of his delicious mouth once.

Long slender fingers slid into his trousers finding his bursting erection. Tom tore his mouth away, resting his forehead on Chakotay's shoulder as his arm started pumping.

"Do you like this baby?" The pilot's voice was rough but at the same time silky.

"Yes."

The movement stopped and Chakotay felt a warm hand caress his balls.

"And this?" With a knee the pilot kicked his knees apart. "What about this baby?" Chakotay felt a digit rim his anus. 

"Yesss."

The sensation made him go out of his mind with pleasure. It had been a long time since anyone had touched him there. Tom's fingers danced back up his peritoneum, over his cock and out his trousers. He brought his golden head up and pierced Chakotay with his crystal blue eyes.

"I like it too baby. I like it a lot."

Slipping away from the wall, Tom moved over to the end of the lounge and stood with his back to him. Undoing his pants he let them fall to his ankles and bent forward lifting his white ass in invitation.

"Do it Chakotay."

After taking a moment to worship the young man's anatomy with his eyes, he moved forward to do the same with his hands. Running his palms up along the insides of Tom's smooth thighs, he grasped the firm pale globes and pulled them apart to prepare the opening.

Spirits! Tom anus was already stretched and waiting for his entrance. Chakotay rubbed the head of his wet penis over the hole smearing it with his pre-cum. Tom shuddered and jabbed his hips back, embedding the tip partially.

"Fucking do it!" He screamed over his shoulder.

"We need lube."

"Been there done that. Now just shove goddammit!"

Unable to hold back any longer, Chakotay did as he was told and pushed the purple crest in deeper. It popped through the smaller ring and then slid in easily into the pre-slicked passage. Part of his mind registered the fact that Tom had come to his office tonight prepared for this to happen as the rest of it went into Paris overdrive.

Unable to keep to the niceties he normally adhered to when making love for the first time with someone, he shoved his dick in to the hilt all in one shot. The pilot cried out and shoved back hard enough to bruise Chakotay's hips.

"Talk to me Chakotay."

He wanted him to talk while he was doing this? Was he nuts? Then he remembered who he had his dick in and thought, of course he was.

"What do you want me to say?" He propelled his hips forward and then back as he spoke. 

"Oh fuck that's good." Tom fingers clawed at the cushions of the couch. "I don't know, anything, just talk. General Order One, yeah oooh, that's it. Tell me about the Prime Directive baby!"

Thankful that the regulation had been burned into his skull at the academy, Chakotay fucked the squalling lieutenant mercilessly while he recited the Federation's number one rule.

The words blurred into one another as the familiar burning in his veins settled into his balls, bringing their sac tight up into his body. Tom's caterwauling intensified to a fevered pitch and Chakotay came, orgasming deep within the young man's body. He pumped a few last times before his knees gave out and he collapsed to the rug. Tom fell with him, grunting loudly as they hit the floor still spooned together.

"Did you come?"

Chakotay reached around the sweating pilot to check, berating himself for not seeing to the other man's pleasure as he sought his own. Tom batted his hand away before he had a chance to touch him.

"Yeah and it's going to be a bitch to get the stain out of your couch."

Chakotay looked to the lounge and in relief saw a patch of wet gunk along its side.

"Good."

"Good?" Tom shifted his hips forward enough to break their precious bond. He didn't look over his shoulder as he spoke but kept his gaze straight ahead. "That was fan fucking tastic Commander."

Getting up off the floor the pilot continued to face away from him as he brought his pants back up and fastened them. Chakotay, feeling like an idiot lying on the floor by himself, followed and secured his own trousers. Finally after righting himself Tom turned to look at him with a bright smile.

"We'll have to do that again."

There was no use in saying no as Chakotay had already trashed his ethics beyond salvage. He knew he wanted this again just as Tom knew he did. The only thing he had left was to make sure nobody else did, like the captain for instance.

"We'll have to be discreet."

Tom sauntered up to him and ran a delicate finger along his jawline.

"Whatever you say baby. Nobody has to know you're fucking someone from the wrong side of the social tracks."

"It's not social, it's…-"

"Look Chakotay I really don't give a flying fuck what your reasons are for wanting to keep this secret." His finger trailed down his chest until it reached his groin. When it got there its fellows joined it and squeezed. "As long as you keep sticking this up my ass my lips are sealed. Get it?"

A moan escaped his lips before he answered. "Yes I understand."

"That's good commander."

With one last squeeze the beautiful blue-eyed pilot left his office and Chakotay sought the cold comfort of his desk chair. Once he was sitting he rested his elbows on his desk and cradled his head in his hands.

He had just screwed his patient and it had been a mind blowing, life altering experience. Chakotay didn't know whether to be happy or sad about it but he did know one thing.

He'd never been screwed back with such finesse in his entire life.

********

"We'll have to be discreet."

Talk about a kick in the teeth. Tom pulled the covers up closer to his chin. He'd been flying so high with the thrill of joining with the commander that he'd been totally unprepared for the callous statement.

It hurt to know that Chakotay didn't want his friends to know they were having sex. Wasn't he good enough to be publicly acknowledged? Shit most people on Voyager would be proud to have others know that he, Tom Paris sexual extraordinare had selected them to sleep with. But not the first officer, he was ashamed. Tom had seen it in his eyes.

So pride with shattered, he'd played the role the commander had assigned him. Acting like the dirty skank Chakotay thought he was, Tom let the first officer know in no uncertain terms, that the fuck was all he wanted. But it wasn't, not anymore. He wanted to see the gentle humoured man who laughed softly and smiled with his whole face. Shit he'd even gone so far as to use blackmail in hope he'd see that person again. A tear formed in the corner of his eye and when he raised his hand to knock it away, his shoulder screamed in agony.

Cursing loudly into the empty air of his bedroom, Tom rolled carefully out of bed. There had to be something in the medicine cabinet to take the edge off the pain. He didn't dare use the induction recording. He was too sore to slake the eventual hard on Chakotay's melodic voice would induce. Rising slowly from his knees off the carpet he headed for the bathroom and hopefully relief.

Finding a mild analgesic ointment, he slathered it over his shoulder feeling its effect immediately. The aching lessened only fractionally but it would be enough for him to sleep.

As he returned to bed, Tom wished it would be as easy to cure the aching in his heart.

********

"How did you hurt your shoulder?"

They had just finished a therapy session in Tom's quarters and those beautiful baby blues were staring languidly at him inciting his forbidden passion. Hoping to talk a little first before the sex he knew would follow, Chakotay asked about the young man's injury.

The pilot's pretty eyes lowered. "It's embarrassing and it will turn you off." 

"It won't."

"Yeah it will." He said softly into the front of his white tee.

"Tom I promise it won't." Gingerly he lifted the blond's face up by the chin with his thumb and index finger. "Despite my recent behavior I am your counselor. You can't turn me off. I don't work that way."

Tom's soft lips twisted in an off kilter smile. "Even if it's a little sexually bizarre?"

"Even if."

"Well OK Counselor let's go test that theory."

Grabbing his hand, Tom bounded from the couch and pulled him in the direction of the bedroom. Chakotay resisted moving from the lounge.

"Don't."

"Don't what?"

"You're avoiding my question with sex."

"I'm not." Tom reached down and grabbed his other hand. "Really. I want to show you something and see how you feel about it."

"I won't be turned off."

Tom kissed his tattoo and whispered.

"I hope not baby. I hope not"

********

Tom stroked himself a few times to stiffen his wilting penis. It would look better if he was hard.

Upon entering the bedroom he had directed Chakotay to sit on the corner of the mattress and then had turned from his view and stripped. This was going to be a test of the big man's sensibilities and Tom was scared to death he was going to fail.

Chakotay's world was as conservative as Tom's was kinky. He dressed that way, he lived that way and probably screwed that way if last night was any indication. When Tom had asked him to talk to him while he shoved his dick into him, the first officer hadn't known what to say. Most men would have talked dirty or at least have whispered sweet nothings but the commander had recited the Prime Directive. OK so that was his idea but it was beside the point. Chakotay was a sexual traditionalist and that could be a barrier to a lasting relationship between them.

"Ready?"

"Yes Tom. Show me."

He twirled around with his arms outstretched in a physical 'tada' watching the commander's reaction closely. 

To say the man was surprised would be an understatement. With eyes showing more white than brown, Chakotay's mouth fell open. After a few loud swallows the man who was nose to nose with his dick, spoke.

"What's it called?"

"It's a dressing ring. It's made of tritanium, the same material as Voyager's hull and the bead is a terran sapphire."

Reaching out with his index finger, Chakotay traced the silver-white hoop from where it emerged from his urethra down to the underside of his glans where it disappeared. When he rotated with his fingertips the captured blue jewel the slight draw caused a delicious sensation that Tom felt from the tip of his cock to the base of his balls.

"Does it hurt when you make love?" Chakotay's fingers trailed lightly down his shaft and stopped at the base of his cock. When the commander turned his hand and started to caress him with his knuckles a drop of pearly liquid formed at the tip of his penis, sliding down the tritanium band to cover the bead. Chakotay licked his lips as his ebony eyes followed the trickling.

"No. In fact it feels pretty good."

"For your partner too?"

"Yes, both male and female." 

"How long have you had this?"

"I got it in France while I was at the Academy."

"Starfleet let you wear it?"

"Yeah I said it had religious significance like a Bajoran earring."

Tired of the Q and A, Tom shimmied his hips and wiggled his erection in Chakotay's face. "So are you shocked, disgusted, or what?"

The commander stood up. Oh fuck he was going to leave. Tom should have known somebody as straight laced as Chakotay wouldn't understand the pleasure the ring gave him and it was only the tip of the iceberg. The dildos, cock rings and wands in the wooden chest at the foot of Tom's bed would probably freak the first officer out completely.

"What."

Tom sneered at Chakotay. "What do you mean what? I didn't say anything."

"You gave me three choices, shocked, disgusted or what. I choose what."

Pulling his hips close with a meaty hand to the base of his spine, Chakotay used the fingers of his other to twist the sapphire bead.

"I must admit I was a tad shocked. I've never seen one of these before but now that I have I find it exotic." He tugged the ring gently. "And I love the way the gem compliments the sparkling blue of your eyes."

"You do?" The pulling was turning Tom into a bowl of heated jelly.

"Yes and now that we've tested my theory, I think it's time to test yours."

"What theory?" He managed breathlessly.

Chakotay moved up close and whispered in Tom's ear.

"That the ring feels good."

********

Exotic, erotic.

There was a reason the two words rhymed and that reason was Thomas Eugene Paris.

When the pilot had stood naked with his finely muscled back to him, Chakotay had imagined all types of horrible physical deformities. He remembered how last night Tom had made a point of hiding himself so it was a logical assumption that something was not quite right with his genitals. Chakotay had never been so happy to be wrong.

Tom's penis was not only long and thick, it was exquisitely regal and appropriately crowned. He'd wanted to touch the majestic member the moment he saw it. The funny thing was that Tom had expected him to be repulsed in fact he'd almost dared him to be. Well he was about to show the young pup of a lieutenant how misguided that presumption was. His sex life may not have been as varied but that didn't mean he didn't know how to make love. He did, and quite well.

Letting go of the tantalizing jewelry, he stood back from Tom to undress. Looking all of eighteen, the pilot stared openly as Chakotay exposed his meticulously maintained older body. Playing the exhibitionist to Tom's voyeur, he exaggerated his movements and flexed his muscles until they were taut. Tom bit at his bottom lip, swelling it attractively and played with his silver ring. Nude, Chakotay stood with his feet apart and his arms open.

"Come here Tom."

Like a bolt of lightening the young man struck him, pulling at his head and lips frantically with his hands and mouth. Bending at the knees, Chakotay cupped Tom's ass and lifted him up to straddle his hips. The movement pulled at the dressing ring and Tom, not moaning like any other lover he'd had, performed his usual and screamed.

"Oh fuck Chak!"

The pilot's shortening of his name personalized the convergence for Chakotay and spurred his lust to a new level.

"You gotta fuck me now!" Tom hooked his ankles together and squeezed. "Right now Chak! Right now!"

Chakotay wanted desperately to acquiesce to the fevered man clinging to him but he needed to know how that piece of bright metal would feel inside him. Relaxing his knees he fell backwards on to the bed. They bounced and the pilot shouted again.

After they settled on the mattress, Tom disengaged himself and retrieved a sac with a diamond white spout from the top drawer of the bedside cabinet. Tom placed the pliant bundle into his hand and Chakotay was surprised to feel the bag was already warm. The skin must be made of self-heating nucleogenetic particles he mused.

"I'm not ready this time so you'll have to stretch and lubricate me before entering OK?"

Chakotay handed the bag back. "No you'll have to prepare me."

Like it was infectious Tom held the heated pouch by its crystal nozzle with only the tips of his delicately long fingers. "I can't take you." He replied, shaking his flaxen hair.

"Why not?"

"Why not? Well because not only do you outrank me, you outclass me, that's why."

"I want the ring Tom."

For emphasis Chakotay reached down and starting at the base of the pilot's thrumming cock, ran his palm up until he reached the tritanium loop. With his thumb he rotated the ring through Tom's urethra. The hesitant blond arched his back in delight.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck."

"Does that feel good Tom?" Chakotay slipped his baby finger into the metal slot that was just big enough to accommodate its girth and tugged sharply. "Imagine what it will feel like deep inside of me. Give me the ring."

"OK fine damn it. But you better come fast because I won't be able to hold back."

"I will." He promised.

Chakotay made to turn over but Tom stopped him.

"No. If I'm going to fuck you Chak, I want to see your lips move as you talk me through it."

"All right." Chakotay laid back and lifted his knees.

Pressing the release on the pouch Tom poured a generous amount of warmed gel into his palm. He swiped his cock and all its paraphernalia briefly before reaching down between his legs and pressing a slicked finger into his ass. From the urgency of Tom's actions, he knew foreplay had been forfeited in favour of a quick release. It comforted Chakotay to know that with all his worldliness, Tom could still be excited to the level of a novice. When the pilot inserted his third finger and hit his sensitive gland his pondering stopped and he moaned. 

"Don't make noises Chak, talk." The pilot moved between his legs and pushed the irregular head of his penis into his loosened opening. "Tell me how this feels."

Oh spirits he wants me to talk. That was going to be difficult since the gods that had given him a brain and a penis had also given him only enough blood to run one at a time. Chakotay bared down and gave it his best shot.

"It burns, I burn." Tom inched forward and he felt the smooth metal ring press against his prostate. The sensation was exquisite and beyond words. "Oh yes, do that again. Move Tom, oh please, oh please."

Driving his hips downward his lover sank deeper and Chakotay swore he could feel the bead rotate along the wall of his rectum. He tried to verbalize the marvelous feeling but his words came out in broken sobs instead but that was OK. Tom talked for him.

"Oh this is soooo good. You're so tight Chak. I think I'm going to come, oh yeah, oh yeah I am, I am, I…-aaah-!"

Lowering his head, Tom bit into the top of his shoulder as he pumped faster. The small pain melded into his intense pleasure and Chakotay came explosively flooding the space between their bellies. As Tom's orgasm hit shortly after, he screamed so loud that Chakotay was almost convinced they really could hear him in the Alpha quadrant.

"Oh baby that was great." Tom pulled out and fell to his back beside him.

With an effort that was worth it, Chakotay turned his head to stare at the finely sculpted body glazed gloriously with a fine sheen of sweat beside him. He had done that, the commander thought with pride. It had been his body that had been responsible for bringing that wild young thing to orgasm. It made him feel new and rejuvenated. He reached across to spin the blue bead at his lover's groin.

"It held."

Tom tilted his face towards him. "What did?"

"Your theory. It did feel good."

Throwing back his head and exposing his tender pale throat, Tom laughed.

*******

Blue was his new favorite colour.

From his lounge chair by the Resort's pool, Chakotay listened distractedly to Tuvok and Kathryn's conversation while he watched Tom at the bar. The pilot was layered in the cool colour.

A powder blue tee shirt fell over the tight bluejean cut-offs that held a sapphire as sparkling as his sky-blue eyes. Tom was dazzling and from the number of crewmembers who stopped to talk to him, Chakotay wasn't the only one who thought so. He bit back his jealousy.

Chakotay didn't mind the occasional conversational pat on the arm. No, it was the more personal touches that bothered him. He'd nearly bolted from his chair when Geron Tem had run his hand down 'his' lover's back to rest on his butt. It had only been when Tom had diplomatically removed the hand that he'd settled back down. 

Now the pilot was standing alone chatting with Neelix across the bar. Using thirst as an excuse, he removed himself from his friends' conversation and headed for the bar. Neelix saw him coming.

"Good day Commander what can I get you?"

Stepping up close to Tom, he tried to think of the most complicated drink possible.

"A Risian Colada."

"Risian Colada?" Puzzlement fell over his colourful face. "I don't think I've heard of that one. It'll take me a few minutes to look it up. Be right back."

"Take your time Neelix."

As the little Talaxian scurried off, he turned to Tom who was smiling brightly.

"Very clever Commander. It'll take Neelix a little more than a few minutes since there's no such thing as a Risian Colada."

"You're sure about that Lieutenant?"

"Believe me if has to do with Risa, I know." The pilot lowered his tone and moved closer until their hips touched. "By the way you're looking quite studly this evening."

Chakotay looked down at himself. He was wearing chocolate brown trunks with a cream sleeveless tunic. The hooded top zipped up the front but he'd left it open, exposing his chest and stomach. 

"Studly?" He looked back to Tom whose blond lashes were lowered seductively.

"Oh yeah, you're so hot my cock's practically jumping out of my shorts. Wanna see?"

See? Making a triangle with their bodies and the bar, Tom inched his tee up until the waistband of his cut-offs showed. Chakotay tried to observe the action without bringing attention to it.

"Spirits Tom."

Poking out the top and sparkling in the sunshine was the glistening head of Tom's majestically adorned penis. Chakotay's boxers tented at the juicy sight and when the pilot flicked the ring with his baby finger, he moaned aloud.

"Hush baby people will hear." Tom dropped his shirt and took a step back. "Meet me in the cabana by the pool in five minutes."

Threading his way through the crowd, the bold young man sauntered off in the direction of the change room. Chakotay zipped up his top to cover his erection and admired the beautiful view. He was so engrossed he missed Neelix's return and nearly jumped out his skin when the Talaxian spoke.

"Sorry I couldn't find a Risian Colada in the database Commander, so how's about a nice cold glass of orange juice?"

He looked down at the sweating glass. "No thanks Neelix, wrong colour."

Leaving a confused Talaxian in his wake, Chakotay followed after his blue heaven.

********

"Get naked Chak."

Barely having time to lock the door behind him, the already nude blond began ripping at his clothes. He pulled his tunic over his head as the pilot fell to his knees and divested him of his shorts. When they were off, Chakotay felt Tom's heated breathing on his erect cock. 

"Oh baby you're beautiful." Tom kissed its head using a little tongue to lap at the moisture seeping from its tip.

"Can I suck you Chak?" He looked up with pleading eyes. "I want to real bad."

Like he had to ask. Moving to sit on the edge of bench that lined the wall of the small room, he motioned the blond to him. Shuffling on his knees, Tom inserted himself between the vee of his parted legs.

"Gods you're well hung." The pilot's fingertips fluttered down the length of Chakotay's now trembling penis to the sac that hung beneath it. "And your balls Chak, they're the perfect size."

He started to ask what his balls were the perfect size for when Tom sucked one into the warmth of his mouth and answered his unasked question. Spirits it felt incredible. No one had ever done this to him and he'd almost came when the other orb flowed into the pilot's mouth. Chakotay pinched the tip of his penis to stop the building sensation.

"Stop Tom please. I can't," He took a breath, "handle it." 

The pilot released him and lifted his blond head. "Too much?"

"At the moment, yes. I'm too close."

"OK we'll save that one for when we have more time cause if you're gonna come now, it's going to be while you're fucking my brains out."

"We can't do that here."

"Why not? You want it and I want it."

Chakotay had asked Tom to stop because he had wanted to come 'with' him not 'in' him. The most he'd expected here was a quick mutual handjob to hold them over until they could get back to his quarters and really make love. The man was nuts if he thought they could go at it in here in a public change room. He stood listening to the splashing water and laughing voices just metres from the hut.

"Listen to that. Have you forgotten we're in the middle of the holodeck surrounded by a throng of people?"

"That's part of the fun Chak and besides I'm already prepared. All you have to do baby is stick it in and move."

Spirits he would have to tell him that. The picture of Tom's flexible body twisting using his own fingers to slick his passage was incredibly erotic for Chakotay. He closed his eyes and bit his lip.

"Come on baby take me."

When he opened his eyes and saw the image of Tom standing facing the opposite wall with his long legs splayed apart, Chakotay knew he had no choice but to do this. His cock was weeping profusely and his body was trembling with desire. Giving in to his impulses he rose and molded his body behind the pilot. Maybe they could to it quickly enough so they wouldn't be found out. Reaching around he palmed the pilot's weeping erection and tugged at the silver Achilles Heel at its crest. Tom moaned when he rotated the ring with his fingers.

"Oh fuck Chak, now you're gonna make me come too soon." He thrust his hips back. "Faster baby, harder!"

Thinking that if they could hear the milling crowd outside, the crowd could probably hear Tom's pleas. To avoid an audience when they left the cabana, Chakotay wrapped his other hand over the young man's mouth as he drove into him mercilessly.

Even muzzled, Chakotay could still hear the young man's cries of passion as he slipped in and out of his heat. When simultaneously he felt a sharp pain in one palm and a slick smoothness in the other, he surrendered to his lust and came. He rocked so hard into Tom with his final thrusts that the little building shook on its holographic foundation. Chakotay was certain that, combined with the pilot's muffled screams, someone on the outside must have to notice the commotion. He pulled out and let go of Tom's mouth.

"We'd better get cleaned up and dressed." He reached for a towel from the stack by the door.

Freed, the pilot spun around and wrapped his arms around his neck, kissing him deeply. Chakotay dropped the white towel and pulled him closer despite the danger of discovery. The young man's kisses were precious to him and not to be refused no matter the cost. After a few more moments of heaven Tom pulled back with a beatific smile on his face that would have rivaled an angel's.

"Thank you baby."

"Your welcomed Poocuh." 

Tom tilted his head. "Poocuh?"

Embarrassed for using the endearment the members of his tribe devoted to one's lifemate, he ducked his head and picked up the towel.

"We'd better go. You first and then me."

"Why me first?"

"Because you fascinate people and they watch you. So while they're doing that, I can safely slip out."

The talk quieted as they both readied to leave. Tom was the first to break the silence.

"Unseen." The pilot said dead pan, not moving.

"Yes." 

"Because we wouldn't want your precious friends to know we're fucking each other or rather that you're fucking me." 

The pilot's voice was so lifeless it made the hairs on his forearms stand on end.

Chakotay stopped dressing and grabbed Tom by the base of the skull. He had to make him see that this situation had nothing to do with the social aspect of their relationship.

"It's not about Kathryn or Tuvok." He shook the young man by the scruff. "Do you understand me?"

"Yes." Tom broke out of his zombie like state and batted the hand at his nape away. "It's about me!"

Tucking his pale blue tee into one of the beltloops of his cut-offs, Tom stormed out the cabana.

Chakotay fell to his knees and cried for what he'd just lost.

For the privilege of tasting heaven, he was now in hell.

******** 

"You do realize that you won't be able to perform your duties on the bridge tomorrow? You'll have to do your shift here in Sickbay instead?"

"Yes and yes." Tom leaned back against the bio-bed in exasperation holding his throbbing arm.

"You're certain Lieutenant?" The Doc looked into his eyes to make sure he had his attention.

"Yes! Now just give me the fucking shot!"

"Very well Mr Paris." The hologram said in defeat. "Lie down on the bed and I'll inject you."

Doing a slow back roll and then carefully lifting his legs, Tom followed the Doc's instructions without hesitancy. He knew that the euphoric rush would turn his bones to rubber and his brain to mush. Lying down on a nice comfy bio-bed would be a hell of a lot better than being sprawled on Sickbay's cold hard floor.

"After I administer the drug, I'm going to lower the lights and leave you alone while it takes effect. Once the initial disorientation leaves you, you can get up and return to your quarters."

"Got it Doc, now just do it."

"Slow down Mr Paris. If we're going to use this treatment, there are a few things we have to be clear on. I will give you authorized access to the opiate but only enough for three shots per day at regulated time periods. Which is not to say you have to use them. If your shoulder isn't bothering you, don't. Is that understood?"

"Yes." He would have agreed to anything to make the pain go away, both the one in his shoulder and the one in his heart.

Without another word, the holodoc pressed the hypo to his jugular and left for his office.

Closing his eyes Tom waited for the drug to hit his system. The rush from the cultured dopamine the doctor had given him wouldn't be as intense as the shit he'd used in Marseilles but that was OK. It meant the crash down wouldn't be as hard too.

As the false euphoria flowed into his bloodstream, he giggled. If the Doc had any inkling he was thinking this way, he would have refused him the treatment. Hell if he'd had any idea of his previous habit he probably wouldn't have suggested it at all. 

Sometimes being an Admiral's son had its advantages. No one in official circles anyway, knew how truly strung out he'd been before his induction into the Maquis. Not even Chakotay knew of the nights that he'd spent suffering the agony of cold turkey on his claptrap of a rebel ship. The commander hadn't expected too much from him to notice or even care. He'd only been a body to use then, just like he was now. Funny how some things never change.

Last night had been wonderful. He had shown Chakotay a little part of his dark soul and the commander hadn't turned away, he'd embraced it. Being allowed to fuck the big man was like being cleansed or finally being forgiven for all his past sins. It was a reward for all the good things he'd accomplished on Voyager.

On the ship Tom hadn't been afraid to continue to express his sexuality because it was one thing he hadn't been ashamed of. It didn't prevent him from being a good officer or pilot so he hadn't given a targ's ass that some people didn't approved of his life style. That was until Chakotay had shown an interest in him.

The first officer was the type of man that his father would have approved of, morally correct and untainted by the seedier side of life. In his drugged haze, Tom could picture the two men trading Cardie war stories, slapping each other on the back and sipping cognac in the Admiral's study. Conquering heroes and warriors, the both of them.

To have someone like Chak look at him with desire and lust had made him feel worthy. OK, OK so it also made him horny but shit. Chakotay was as good on the outside as he was on the inside. Those smoldering dark eyes and that velvet voice were the stuff of wet dreams. Tom had no choice but to fall in love with him.

Oh wait not love. Fuck, fuck, fuck! How could he feel that way about someone who thought he was trash?

Poocuh meant something important, he'd almost been sure of it. It wasn't until he'd stupidly asked about it and seen that familiar look of shame in the commander's eyes that Tom realized how wrong he was. Poocuh was probably synonymous with slut or whore in the big man's culture.

With the scene at the bar and then in the cabana, Tom had gone over the top and pushed the man's sensibilities too far. For him, it had been love play but Chakotay had seen it as the actions of a degenerate. Oh yeah the first officer had gotten off on it, but that's what was supposed to happen when you were taunted by a cheap piece of meat.

He didn't deserve this. Hadn't he suffered enough? How could he love so desperately someone who thought no more of him than a quick illicit fuck?

Turning on his side and bringing his legs up, Tom cried into the tops of his knees.

*********

"Mr Paris?"

The doctor left his office and approached the lieutenant who was curled up on the bio-bed in a fetal position. He picked up a medical tri-corder and scanned the recumbent man for signs of an allergic reaction to the drug. All he found besides the pilot's previous injury was some minor anal bruising. The medication had acclimated without any adverse effects.

"Doc?" Wiping his sleeve across his face, the pilot rolled over and straightened. "What is it?"

"Are you still experiencing pain Lieutenant?"

"None that you can help with." 

"I'm not sure what you mean?"

"Sex Doc, it's about sex." The despondent young man threw his right arm over his eyes.

"I see, a broken heart." An idea struck him. "Have you spoken to Commander Chakotay about it during your sessions? The hypno therapy may not have worked, but the first officer is a counselor."

"I can't." 

"Why not?"

Tom removed his forearm and rolled his tear-swollen eyes. "I'll give you three guesses and the first two don't count."

If the young man was saying what he thought he was saying, then this was very serious. The doctor had to be sure.

"Did the commander touch you in a sexually coercive manner during the course of your treatments?"

"Sexually what?" Tom sat up carefully and draped his legs over the side of the bed. He wavered slightly from the effect of the opiate. "Do you mean did he fuck me?" A blissful aura graced his face. "Yeah and he was good at it."

"I see."

Tom gave him a lopsided grin and his eyes sparkled. "Hey I thought you didn't like hearing the highlights."

It was obvious from the lieutenant's flippant remark he wasn't aware that what had happened was professional abuse. The commander had committed a grievous breach of trust between therapist and patient and Tom saw it as a failed love affair. Perhaps he would feel better if he knew the truth.

"Tom," He used the pilot's first name in an effort to be consoling. "What Chakotay did was dishonourable, unethical and unprofessional. He crossed a line he shouldn't have and broke his oath."

"What the hell are you talking about?" The false sunshine left the pilot's smile and storm clouds brewed in his eyes.

"It's called sexual misconduct. He was your therapist and it's forbidden for him to touch you, the patient for the purpose of sexual arousal or gratification."

"No Doc you got it wrong. I wanted 'him' to touch me. In fact I didn't give him much of a choice."

"It doesn't matter. Commander Chakotay was the one in charge and should have either stopped your advances or ceased treating you. He didn't do either."

The young man fell silent and contemplated the floor. It seemed the travesty of what the commander had done was finally sinking in. Good, it would make it easier for the pilot to testify if he understood he was a victim. When Tom looked back up, the doctor readied himself to answer the abused man's questions.

"That's why he didn't want anyone to know." His voice was a whisper.

"No doubt Mr Paris. I'm sure he didn't want to be brought up on charges."

Tom's eyes went wide. "Charges?"

"He broke Federation statute." He patted the young man's uninjured shoulder. "Don't worry Lieutenant, Chakotay will be punished for what he did to you."

"No!" Batting off his hand, Tom jumped down from the bed. His eyes lost their focus until he regained his equilibrium. "I'm not going to charge him with anything."

"Well I'm afraid it's not up to you. I'm bound by ethics to report his behavior to the captain. I'm sorry Lieutenant."

And he was, for both men actually. Chakotay was a good officer and an even better man and the doctor liked him. It distressed him that one unfortunate error in judgment would destroy all that. 

Tom stood before him defiantly. "I'll deny it. I'll lie and say nothing happened." 

"It won't matter. There will still be an investigation and I'll have to give my deposition." The doctor shook his head. "I wish there was something I could do."

Squeezing his eyes shut, Tom pinched the top of his nose in what the doctor supposed was an attempt to clear his drug induced fog. When the lieutenant opened his eyes he seemed more centered.

"Maybe there is something."

"I won't lie Mr Paris, so don't ask me."

"You don't have to. I just want you to hold off on your report until tomorrow. Give me a chance to talk to Chak first and explain what I've done."

"No. I don't think you should be alone with the commander," The lieutenant opened his mouth to argue, so he stopped him. "And there isn't anything you can say to dissuade me from that assessment."

"I'm in love with him."

Except that. Damn. He had hoped the attraction Tom felt was primarily physical. It would have made it easier to break the unlawful bond but leave it to Mr Paris never to do anything half way. The doctor would have to trust that the commander would do the decent thing and break off the relationship now that it was discovered. 

"Fine you have twelve hours Lieutenant and after that I'm going to the captain."

"Thanks Doc. I owe you one."

As the young man raced out of Sickbay, the doctor ran a self-diagnostic.

********

"Tom?"

He'd been about the to press the chime of Chak's quarters when the doors had swished open revealing a startled first officer.

"What are you doing here?"

"I need to talk to you." He tried to back the commander into his cabin but Chakotay wouldn't budge.

"Now's not a good time. I'll come see you later if I'm allowed but right now I have to talk to the captain."

Oh shit the Doc reneged. "Let me explain first baby."

"No I've let this go on too long. If we have any chance of ever being together, I have to confess to Kathryn what I've done before it blows up in our faces."

"She didn't call you?"

"No." Puzzlement replaced the determination on the big man's face. "What going on Tom?"

"Oh shit Chak, I've done something really stupid."

Finally letting the doors shut, Chakotay brought him into his quarters. Now that they had some privacy, Tom chanced a kiss to his lover's mouth. It seemed a good way to start the conversation. The commander didn't refuse him and pulled him in for a full-bodied rip-smacking kiss in response. He starting thinking that twelve hours was lots of time so there was no real rush to talk, when the first officer pulled back.

"What did you do Tom?"

Taking a deep breath as much to clear his head as to bolster his courage Tom replied. "I let it slip to the Doc that we were sleeping together."

Chakotay's dark skin went white and he walked over to the lounge, collapsing on its soft surface when he got there. He didn't say anything but just sat there staring straight ahead. Tom moved into his line of sight.

"I didn't know it was such a big deal. Really I didn't."

"I told you it was." He was still staring and it was starting to scare Tom.

"Yeah but like the insecure idiot that I am, I thought it was an excuse. I thought you were ashamed to let your friends know you were fucking someone outside your social class. I mean I am a bit of a slut and not exactly up to your standards." 

Life came back into the commander's gorgeous dark eyes.

"No you're beyond them. You're beautiful and wild and men like me have to cheat to capture you. I'm not young nor am I exciting so I had to break the rules to make you mine. I knew it was wrong but spirits help me I couldn't help it, I wanted you so badly." Chak lowered his head. "And now we'll both to have to pay the price for my selfishness. I'm so sorry Tom."

No this was wrong. He should be the one apologizing, not this wonderfully noble man. Tom fell to his knees at the commander's feet and stroked the inside of his thigh.

"Tell me what Poocuh means."

Chakotay looked up. "I shouldn't have called you that. It was presumptuous and arrogant of me."

"Tell me baby."

"It means husband."

Holy fucking targ shit, husband! Chakotay had to love him. OK marriage scared the hell out of Tom but if the big guy could call him that, it meant he'd been agonizing over nothing.

So close, so close had he been to the abyss just because he'd assumed Chak thought he was an easy fuck or a fresh way to get his rocks off. But it wasn't true. So much joy filled Tom's heart that he temporarily forgot what deep shit the both of them were in. He leaned into his lover's leg and purred.

"Is that a proposal baby?"

"No Tom just a dream." Chak ran his thick fingers through his blond hair, petting the top of his head like a cat. "One that I've spoiled."

No, no, no, Tom refused to let the older man's unfounded guilt taint the bliss they had shared these last few days. Lifting himself from the floor, he straddled Chakotay. It was high time Tom became the adult in this situation.

"If I had never been your patient, would you have strolled up to me one day and asked me out?"

"Tom…-"

"Just answer the fucking question Chak." Tom squeezed his knees together. "Would you have ever approached me?"

"No."

"Why's that?" The big man hesitated. "I'm a big boy Chak, I can take it just tell me the truth."

"You weren't my type."

"So you weren't lusting after my ass then?"

"No."

"So you didn't use our therapy sessions to get me into the sack. It was only afterwards when we got to know each other better did those kind of feelings arise?"

"Yes but when I realized how I felt, I should have stopped seeing you. I'm a professional."

"Yeah but you're not a god Chakotay. Just like me you're only a man and I honestly believe that if I wasn't coming at you like a cat in heat that you would have kept your ethical standards. But that wasn't the way it was."

Tom framed his love's face with his hands.

"First I fell in love with your voice, then your body and finally your soul." Tom kissed his tattoo. "You never had a chance big guy."

"You love me?"

"Oh yeah and if the captain thinks that's wrong then she'd can drop me off on the next habitable planet we find and fly the fucking ship herself."

Chakotay hugged him fiercely, clashing their groins together. Tom's became instantly hard at the contact but the commander's stayed soft and pliant. Chak was peaking emotionally at the declaration, while he was physically. It was one of the many differences between them but like everything else, it wasn't insurmountable. Tom was sure if he tried, he could bring his lover down, or rather 'up' to his level of arousal. Tom lowered his head and nipped at Chakotay's ear. The big man moaned.

"Fuck me Commander."

"I have to speak to Kathryn."

"Please Poocuh?"

Chakotay's hips bucked at the word and Tom found his secret weapon. Sitting back he peeled his uniform jacket and undertunic off in one go. Slipping his hands under Chakotay's upper clothing and palming the muscles of his smooth hairless chest, he crooned.

"The Doc promised me he wouldn't report you for twelve hours, so we have time. You can speak to the captain after you've fucked my ass raw."

"I should do it now."

"No Poocuh," Tom twisted Chakotay nipples between his fingers. "You should make love to the man who loves you."

The commander grabbed his butt forcibly grinding, what Tom was pleased to find was a now rock hard penis into his. 

"You're a huggable demon Tom Paris."

"Oh you can do better than that. Talk dirty to me Chakotay."

"All right Paris but first you'll have to get naked."

"Right back at you baby."

In a frantic flurry of flying clothes both men obliged the other and settled on the couch, the older man over the younger.

"You didn't happen to bring your little magic bundle of lube did you?"

"Oh shit no."

"Wait here."

Tom rolled his eyes. "Like I'm going anywhere."

Bounding from the couch like a man half his age, Chakotay bee-lined it for the replicator. He was back within Tom's knees in seconds. 

"I'm going to fuck you now Tom Paris."

It wasn't the most elegant sex talk he'd had ever heard but Chak was a bright man and certainly trainable. Tom tried to encourage him.

"And how to you plan on doing that Poocuh? What are you going to touch first?"

"Your rosy pink nipples with my mouth."

The commander leaned forward and twirled the tip of his left nub with a warm wet tongue keeping in it place with his perfect white teeth. Accepting and relishing that the commander's bark was worse than his bite, Tom lifted his whole upper body into the soul ripping touch. When Chak's tongue dragged deliciously along his chest to the other, he spread his knees wide and tipped his tailbone up.

"Oh fuck baby that's good. Now use the oil."

Understanding his meaning, Chakotay opened the vial and poured it contents over his hands letting the excess drip over his pounding cock into his cleft.

As a finger worked into his anus, Tom realized this was the first time he'd felt one of those strong powerful digits inside him. It was tremendously, wonderfully filling and he craved another and another.

"Don't stop Chak, I want them all."

Pumping and stroking his prostate as he went Chakotay pushed four fingers into his ass while he stroke his cock with the other. It wasn't enough.

"Fill me baby, give it all to me." He cried.

"Are you sure?"

Tom heard the concern in the big man's voice and he'd tried to allay it.

"Yes Poocuh. I can take all of it."

The commander shifted on his knees so his drawing shoulder was downward and pushed. Tom felt intense pressure in his rectum and then intense pleasure as Chakotay's fist moved into him.

"Oh Tom I can't believe you're letting me do this."

"Do you like it?" He managed between the blinding white flarings of his brain synapsis.

"Yes, oh yes."

To punctuate the point, Chak punched his arm faster. Tom wished he had arms four feet long so he could fuck Chakotay with his hand too. It was the last thought he had as all the nerve endings in his body overloaded and he exploded hard enough to splash warm come under his chin. 

Chakotay removed his hand and began flailing away at his dick. Still riding the euphoria of his orgasm, Tom scissored his body forward and peeled the commander's hands away just in time to catch his release in his mouth.

After taking all his 'Poocuh' had to give, Tom fell back onto the lounge. Chakotay followed his descent covering him like a favorite blanket. They lay still, feeling the beating of each other's heart and relishing their closeness. As Tom drifted into sated sleep, he was jerked awake by his lover's voice.

"Computer set alarm for 07:00 hours."

"Seven o'clock? That doesn't give you much time to talk to the captain before the doctor's report reaches her."

"Do you love me Tom?"

"Yes Poocuh, but…-" Chak stopped any further retort with a finger on his lips.

"Then I'll only need five minutes."

*********

"I'm sorry but there's nothing I can do."

She switched off the report displayed on the terminal and sat back lazily in the chair behind her desk. 

"But Kathryn…-"

"You're not a licensed therapist Chakotay." She said matter of factly.

"That's only a technicality."

"Yes well it's that 'technicality' that prevents me from taking any formal action against you."

"That doesn't excuse what I did."

"No but as your captain that's my job and I do." Wearing a tired look, she leaned forward and rested her elbows on her desk. "Do you 'want' me to throw you in the brig Commander?"

She was letting him off the hook. So why in all the spirits was he fighting it? Residual guilt he supposed. If his lover were here, he'd probably slap him up side the head and tell him to get over it. Extracting a lesson from the book of Tom, Chakotay shook off his brooding and smiled. 

"I think I'll pass."

"Good. Now that's over with," Kathryn's eyes gleamed with undisguised interest. "Tell me all about your new boyfriend."

"You already know Tom."

"Yes but not apparently as well as you do. Give Chakotay."

She got up from her chair and motioned him over to the lounge but not before grabbing a cup of java from the replicator. By changing venue, she ceased being the captain of Voyager and simply became his friend. Chakotay was surprised he still bore the honorific after his explosive charge into her ready room.

Kathryn had listened quietly while he had mapped out for her the progression of his relationship with Tom. When he adroitly told her that nothing short of imprisonment would keep him away from the pilot, she had only nodded mutely before turning from his vehemence to consult the doctor's report. In the end she had trusted his judgment and had accepted what he had done. Feeling freer than he had in days, Chakotay sat across from her on the couch.

"What exactly did you want to know?"

"Oh I don't know. How's about why you fell for Voyager's bad boy and not someone closer to your intellectual tastes like…-" She wove her hand through the air. "Like Seven for instance."

Seven? Yes why not her. As an ex-borg the information she'd held about the numerous species she'd assimilated had nourished his love of anthropology and he enjoyed their cultural discussions. It should have been a logical progression for him to fall in love with her but he hadn't. Even her beauty hadn't tempted him to embark on a romantic relationship with the lithesome blonde. It wasn't that he didn't appreciate the physical comforts of a woman. He did and had indulged himself from time to time. It was just that she didn't make him feel alive like Tom did.

"She's not my type."

"Oh yeah and like Tom Paris is. If I had to pick the two most diametrically opposed personalities on Voyager, it would have been you and the lieutenant."

"Maybe that's the attraction."

"Oh I get it. You wanted to take a walk on the wild side. Taste the forbidden fruit. That sort of thing."

"That's what Tom thinks or at least I hope he used to."

"So there's more to the young man that meets the eye."

"Yes and no. Tom's pretty much the person you see. He's wild and playful but it's not, like most people think, because he's uncaring or shallow. He feels deeply Kathryn but unlike a lot of us he has the courage to express it. It takes guts to show the person you are on the inside to the outside world and you have to respect that."

"Or fall in love with it."

"That too." 

Chakotay couldn't help the smile that spread across his face. When he tried to suppress it, his cheeks burned in a hot blush. Because of her scientific background and her natural attention to detail, Kathryn noticed the reddening of his cheeks immediately.

"Oh he has got you hot hasn't he?"

"Yes."

Kathryn put down her coffee and hugged her shoulders, a wistful smile playing on her face. Pulling herself closer on the lounge and lowering her head she whispered.

"Has he got a friend?"

******** 

He had a date.

After his morning electro-therapy session with the Doc, Tom had raced home to check the messages on his computer. Wading through the usual requests for his company, he had spied the one he was looking for.

Meet me at Sullivan's at 19:00 hours for a drink was all the short message said. When he'd commed Chak on the bridge during his afternoon shift in Sickbay for more information, he had been politely but firmly put off.

So now here he sat at the bar quaffing a dark lager watching his fellow crewmates enjoy the hospitality the antiquated pub offered. Raising a hand to the publican, who was curiously enough not Michael, Tom ordered another beer.

"Hello Glory."

Tom felt a tiny hand curl around his hipbone and a generous erection press into his butt. He didn't have to guess whose hard cock was rubbing against the seat of his rough-hewn dungarees, only one person called him by that particular nickname. 

"Tem." He faced the fresh-faced Bajoran, sliding his hand down his side as he turned to dislodge the possessive fingers.

"You look good tonight." He played at the ivory buttons of Tom's white cotton shirt as he spoke.

"Thanks, so do you."

And he did as always. Gerron was tight and compact and clothed his petite body in tight fitting garments to emphasize his delicate form. He was a classic bottom and many had been the time when Tom had been his top. The younger man pressed his length against him, whispering almost touches with his breath against the side of his neck as he spoke. Tom's cock hardened in reflex.

"I've missed you my sweet Glory."

Cursing his over sensitive body, Tom pushed his former lover away with the balls of his fists and the tips of his fingers tenderly. Gerron had no idea how much his world had changed these last few days and was acting in a manner that would normally excite Tom. He couldn't hurt Tem. It wouldn't be fair.

He had taken so much pleasure from the delicate slight form these last seven years on Voyager that they had developed a pseudo sort of off kilter bond. While he had explored the various sexual tastes of the crew, the Bajoran had remained true to him, succumbing only to his touch and no other's. He was always there when Tom was hurting and needed the soft touch of a lover that forgave all. It was at best an unequal partnership, but Tem had never complained as long as he had come back to him. And he always had, until now.

"It's over Tem."

"Yes and tomorrow it won't be."

"It will. Tomorrow and forever."

"Forever?" The crinkled Bajoran nose scrunched up even more. "You've found him then."

"Found who?"

"Your oracle."

The words were too cryptic for Tom. "My what?"

"Your shrine, the one you'll worship for life."

Tem's words were coached very carefully as he spoke and Tom wasn't fooled. The Bajoran wasn't really letting him go but just giving him enough rope to come back. To think anything else would be too easy. He pulled the young man to his chest.

"I'm so sorry Tem."

As light feathered kisses lined the underside of his jaw, Tom felt a firm strong hand at his nape.

"Let him go crewman."

The kissing stopped and Tom was pulled back to the bar, the edge biting into his lower back.

"That's enough, now go." A gruff voice said.

Looking past him over his shoulder Tem replied. "Yes Commander."

As Tem left browbeaten to mingle with the other inhabitants of the bar, Tom whizzed around to face the possessor of the iron grip at the base of his neck. Tom was angry at the intrusion.

"What the hell was that?"

"He was too close."

"Fuck Chak, all he was doing was touching my neck."

"He wasn't touching he was kissing. Don't pretend to me you don't know the difference."

Oh wasn't this the perfect first date. Your new lover interrupting the advances of your old wasn't what Tom would call a day at the beach. Fuck.

"Believe me Chak, I know the difference." He tried to stifle his anger. "I was just trying to let the guy down easy is all. I didn't need your over active pheromones to help me."

Chakotay stiffened and let his hand fall away. "He's very beautiful." The big man spoke over his head. "He's your lover isn't he?"

"He's an empty vessel looking to be filled and yeah for a time I've done that for him." Tom pulled at the black leather vest Chak wore over a white shirt and blacker jeans. "Don't fuck this up baby. This isn't a surprise, you know I've had other men."

"But he's so young."

"Yeah he is, but so what. He may be able to fuck three, four times in a night but he can't make love to me once. Not like you can Poocuh. Shit you just have to kiss me to do that."

Sidling up to the bar, the commander brought their hips together with his big meaty hands. Cupping a globe of his ass with each palm, Chakotay lowered his head and nipped at the flesh beneath the starched white collar of his shirt. 

"I'm sorry. It's just that it's been a very long time since I've had to do this."

"Do what?"

"Compete. When I was younger it was easier. If I saw someone I wanted, I just stepped up and took them. All the rest of the rabble fell back at my approach."

"Tem fell back."

"Yes because I'm his superior officer."

"No baby because you were the superior man."

"Really?"

"Yeah really. Now do want to go behind the bar and fuck or what?"

"No not behind it."

"What?'

"Come on."

Steering him with his hips, Chakotay directed him over to the end of the bar where it cornered with the far wall. It was a little dimmer here but not much so.

Pulling him into the corner he called the barkeep.

"Three shots of khalua."

The bartender brought the requested shots and after taking one for himself, Chakotay handed him one of the small glass cups. He raised his shot.

"To lovers past and present."

Tom touched his glass to his benefactor and joined him as he swigged its contents fast down the back of his throat. The liquid was sweet and slippery as it slid down. Tom looked down at the third glass and then back up at Chakotay.

"Pull your shirt out of your pants Tom."

As he obliged his lover's request he was pulled back against him. Chakotay was flush with the back wall and he was flush with Chakotay. When his shirt was out covering his groin, the commander unbuttoned his fly and pushed his trousers down around his hips. Seeing where this was going, Tom brought the big man's hand around and molded it around his now erect penis.

"Oh fuck Chak do it, make me come."

"You'll have to be quiet."

"I will."

With a stroke firm enough to bring his foreskin over the head of his penis, Chakotay pulled at his cock. Tom had to bite at his lower lip not to cry out. He couldn't. People were drinking, playing cards and rings not two metres from where he stood and this time there was no cabana wall separating them. There was just a thin layer of cotton and his self-control. He almost came from the danger of discovery alone.

"Oh spirits I love you, Tom."

It was a sweet sentiment and he felt it back as much as Chakotay did, but gods it was hard to think about anything else but that big hand stroking his dick in a room full of people. With what senses he had left, Tom heard the pop of a glass leaving a whetted surface.

"Now be steady for me Tom."

Before he had chance to ask why, he felt two slicked fingers up his ass. Oh fuck Chak was greasing him up with the dark liqueur so he could finger fuck him while he pumped cock. Trying to keep a passive front, Tom leaned into the touch and squeezed his rectal muscles to show his appreciation of the big man's efforts.

"Now easy love, just relax." Chakotay breathed into his shoulder.

The dancing fingers left his anus and before he had time to regret the loss he was filled with something much larger.

"Just lean back Tom and open your legs a bit."

Oh sweet Jesus, Chakotay's dick was in him. To the innocent bystander sitting at one of the tables laughing and drinking, it would look as if the commander was simply holding him close. The corner was too dim too discern what was really going on. Tom pushed back bending his knees and impaling himself on the warm shaft in his ass.

"Oh fuck yes Chak."

"Shhhh."

His fingers biting into his hipbones, Chak humped into him. The strokes were tentative at first but soon became strong and sure. It took all the strength Tom had in his upper thighs not to show the movement of his lover's thrusts. The effort caused a sweat to break out over his body plastering his white shirt to his torso. Only the front tails hung free concealing the love that was happening unbeknownst to anyone else in the room.

"I can't stop Tom, I'm coming…-"

Chakotay bit fiercely into his neck as his release ripped through him. The resulting pulsing against his gland tripped a wire in his libido and Tom splashed his semen up into his already damp shirt.

Shaking together in a huddled mass of quaking flesh they held each other up against the wall of Sullivan's bar with force of sheer will. People still laughed and played games as the two shattered bodies sought to regain their stability. As usual Tom was the first to speak. He let his head fall back against Chakotay's shoulder.

"Now if that was a proposal, I definitely say I do."

Chakotay pulled up both their trousers and righted them before speaking.

"No that wasn't it. Not yet anyway."

The bartender brought them another round.

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