Possible Triggers

Paris tried to fight her off and at first he was successful but under even normal circumstances her Klingon strength was considerably greater than a human's and the influence of whatever chemicals she had circulating in her blood now left him with no chance in the end

"B'Elanna, don't do this."

She bared her teeth, holding him tightly. Her hands had his arms pinned and her body held his in place. "Don't fight me Tom , you know you want this."

"This isn't you . Let's just get you back to the ship and we'll have the doctor fix—" He broke off as the half Klingon woman leaned forward kissing him and purposefully catching his lips in her teeth. The bite on his cheek was nothing in comparison as he felt her incisors sink into the soft flesh of his top lip and draw blood. He howled in pain as she pulled away. Blood was trickling down his chin and B'Elanna was grinning through a mouthful of crimson.

He struggled to get up again and B'Elanna only held him down more she seemed to be enjoying the fight. "Please..."

Paris hated the weak way his voice sounded but he was beyond anything but begging. He had wanted to be with B'Elanna since some of the first times he had gotten to know her, but in his imagination it had never been like this...where neither of them was really a willing participant.

B'Elanna ignored his plea and instead she changed up her grip. One hand was now holding both his arms down and her other hand was working away his jumpsuit. She gave a growl of frustration as her one-handed efforts to get the fastener of the suit open and the cloth free of his body failed. Paris cherished one moment of hope that maybe she would stop her efforts and that hope was just as quickly dashed as she ripped the fabric.

He felt his suit fall open and the warmth from her body was all too near. "Please B'Elanna stop. You're not yourself and—"

She shushed him pressing a finger over his mouth. "Don't lie you want this Tom, you need me...I need you"

As she talked she slid her hand down into the open juncture of his suit and he felt her stroking him. Against his will, he felt himself hardening at the sensation. Her hand was hot and sweaty against his own flesh and he smelled a faint musk coming from her. In other circumstances it would have been a turn on, but right then all he could think about was how none of this should be happening.

He had self defence classes in the academy, he should be fighting her off, he should have been able to fight her off. She was a woman for god sakes. This didn't happen to men, not like this. So if he couldn't fight her off...did that mean he was somehow in some part of his brain wanting this to happen?

"Come on Tom, enjoy it."

She bit his neck and he could her teeth sank into his flesh. He tried to head butt her as she came up for air but she only dodged out the way and laughed. "Playing hard to get."

Her hand moved away from him and he almost whimpered at the lost sensation. He hated himself, his body wanted more but his mind wanted it all to stop. B'Elanna was undressing herself, pulling her clothes violently away. Paris was aware of every contour of her body. He saw her olive skin, the full roundness of her lips, the slick sweat soaked skin of her chest. He tried to force himself to relax. This was going to happen, he couldn't fight her off and it wasn't so bad...she was a beautiful female so why did he care ...some men would have begged to be in his situation.

The bites on his neck and cheek hurt, the bruises from where she had held him down and flung him to the ground ached and blood was still running down his chin and into his mouth from the broken skin of his lips. It was hard to get into the mood.

B'Elanna didn't seem to care. She was nude and he could feel that he was ready. He nearly groaned with relief when she finally settled down to business, setting up a frantic rhythm. He hated himself for wanting to move his hips to try to increase the friction between them. "Please...please..." He knew he was begging for her to stop even if the words would have sounded like something else to anyone else. He gasped as she shuddered against him and he felt himself reach his own release. His eyes burned and as something ran down his cheeks he realised it was tears in his eyes. His body was still tingling with the after effects but his mind had hated every minute.

He never cried in relationship to sex but this whole thing had just felt wrong. B'Elanna wasn't done. Whatever had been done to her made her insatiable. It was only minutes before she was once again readying him for her purposes.

Finally, much later, she let him go and they both collapsed spent. Paris laid there for a few moments, trying to calm himself. He was exhausted and felt sick thinking over the past almost two hours.

It took most of his energy but Paris gathered the shreds of his climbing uniform around him and moved as far away from where B'Elanna was laid out. She had fallen asleep, her face looked peaceful, and Paris knew that if she had been in her right mind she would have never done what she had. However, right then he couldn't stand the sight of her.

He dabbed at his split lip trying to clear the blood away and involuntarily stiffened as he heard sounds of the rock slide that had entrapped them being cleared away.

Tuvok and Chakotay's voices were audible and before he could do anything Chakotay's head popped through a newly opened gap in the rock pile. "Are you okay , Lieu—" The first officer's voice died out as he took in the scene.

Paris imagined what it all must look like. B'Elanna lying behind him still completely naked and him with a ripped up climbing suit hanging onto him by shreds and stained with blood and other fluids. "I'm—I'm—"Paris broke off. He found he couldn't say anything about himself.

He wasn't fine...he wasn't okay...and those lies just wouldn't spill out. Instead, he took a deep breath and swiped a hand across his face where he suddenly felt his cheeks growing moist. "B'Elanna needs to get back to the ship...and—" He couldn't say anymore and Chakotay nodded seeming to read something unspoken in his eyes.

"Okay , Lieutenant."

It only took a few more minutes then the passageway was clear. Tuvok stepped into the tiny chamber surveying the situation. "May I take this to mean that you and B'Elanna have copulated and thereby resolved her chemical imbalance? That was one solution though. I was hesitant to mention it since humans tend..."

Paris couldn't take hearing anymore. Tuvok speaking about what had happened in his all too logical terms was too much. There was nothing logical about what had happened or what he had been forced to do.

Paris didn't wait to hear Chakotay's quiet admonishment for the Vulcan's tactless appraisal instead he rushed past both men wanting to get somewhere in fresh air where he didn't smell the stink of sweat and sex and he didn't have the reminder of what had happened in that tiny cavern.

He reached the fresh air, and took several deep breaths, trying to purge everything from his mind. His breathing seemed to be settling when he made the mistake of looking down. Then he noticed his grey climbing suit was hanging wide open and most of his body from his torso to his genitals was exposed. The fabric was sullied with stains from his and B'Elanna's body fluids and he felt disgusting just having the reminder near him. Before he knew what had happened saliva filled his mouth and he found himself bent over throwing up.

It hurt to retch and vaguely he realised the sharp pain in his chest accompanying every heave probably meant something was broken but that didn't seem to matter. Nor did it matter that he could hear Chakotay and Tuvok behind him as they emerged from the cave. Mouthfuls of sour acid came up until he had fallen to all fours heedless of the sick soaking into the knees of his suit and too spent to care.

Chakotay's hand was on his shoulder and he flinched at the older man's grasp. "It's okay Tom. Just breath."

Paris nodded finally feeling himself coming back under control. He stood up wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. Tuvok, was carrying a blanket covered unconscious B'Elanna and watching him with one eyebrow raised. "I was not aware copulation led to nausea, perhaps you have additional injuries sustained during the mating than those immediately visible."

"Yeah perhaps I do." Paris forced the words out trying to sound nonchalant and sarcastic like he usually was. He could tell Chakotay wasn't buying it.

"Tom what happened?"

This time he was sure as he his smile was seen for the false grin it was but he couldn't keep up the charade for much longer. "Nothing , commander, as Tuvok said we mated and I got a little banged up in the process."

"Tom—"

"I said it's nothing." Paris turned to Chakotay glaring at the older man. "Now just call the ship so we can get off this damn planet will you?"

He waited as the commander called for beam up and managed to keep it together. His emotions were all mixed up and he wasn't sure what to feel but as the transporter beam coalesced, he decided one thing: He wasn't telling anybody the truth.

Thanks for reading. I watched the episode Blood Fever and though about how viewers would have seen it differently if Paris was the one foring himself on B'Elanna. It had inherent rapey overtones and her repeated attempts to force him to sleep with her in a different gender context would have to any seemed a lot less acceptable and sinister. But because he is a male and should always "want" sex then we see the writers acting like what happened was no big deal. Consent is a big deal folks and this fic address that.