Series: VOY
Codes: C/P
Rating: NC17
Categories: Mystery/Thriller thing, First Time.

Disclaimer: These characters and Star Trek Voyager are not mine. I just borrowed them and am not writing for profit.

Warnings: There's some squicky bits with blood and some implied dub-cons sex. Also graphic descriptions of m/m sex.

Author's Note: Originally written in 2000.


Prey - Chapter 2


His Prey looked good. He liked it when his Prey wore civilian clothes, and tonight his Prey had made a fine choice. When the Time came he hoped his Prey would be dressed as he was now, all in black.

This had been a frustrating day, he had not been close to his Prey at any time and he'd had no opportunity to look at the Knife. He watched his Prey wait for the turbolift and began to feel calmer. It was becoming more difficult to control his impatience. He... desired so much, he... needed to take his Prey... soon.

His Prey suddenly looked over his shoulder and he saw anxiety in the dark eyes. He stepped back swiftly and felt relief that his Prey had not seen him. He sensed his Prey's nervousness, could even smell it in the air.

He would have to be more careful.


Chakotay exited the turbolift and walked slowly along the hall to Holodeck 1. He was angry with himself. He'd experienced the nervous feeling again, and then found himself glancing over his shoulder to check that no one was following him. Of course there had been no one in sight.

He paused outside the holodeck doors, not yet ready to face the crowd on the other side. He frowned. Was this dull area of space inducing paranoid delusions in him, or was it possible that something was really wrong?

"Is there a problem with the door, Commander?"

The voice came from behind him and Chakotay spun on the spot to find himself face to face with Tuvok. The Vulcan's brow rose at the startled expression on Chakotay's face.

"Commander?"

"What? No, of course not," Chakotay attempted to stifle his irritation and knew he was not completely successful.

Tuvok's eyes held his gaze and Chakotay was struck anew at the way an indifferent expression could also seem so cold.

"Sorry to get in your way." Chakotay stepped back to allow Tuvok entrance to the holodeck.

The Vulcan's gaze still held his and Tuvok frowned slightly. "Commander, is something wrong?"

"No," Chakotay answered abruptly. He waved a hand at the doors. "Let's just go in, shall we?"

"Very well." Tuvok stepped through the doors with Chakotay at his heels.

The holodeck was already crowded and noisy. Chakotay hadn't seen the resort program this full of people in a long time. He spotted Neelix by the bar and made his way over to grab a beer, and then headed for the group surrounding Ensign Azar, to wish her a happy birthday.

After speaking with the Ensign for a few moments, he drifted around the resort aimlessly, occasionally stopping to speak to someone. He felt restless and on edge, and couldn't seem to settle into a conversation with anyone. Eventually he found himself a dim corner, leant against the wall, and watched the crowd flow around him.

It was comforting, somehow, watching these people whom he saw everyday, talking and laughing. He smiled to himself; he felt a kinship with these people he had never felt before, not even in the Maquis. He wondered about that, both groups had been fighting for the same cause after all, each fighting for their home. Perhaps he felt this way because Voyager's struggle was predominately one of peace, whereas the Maquis had been forced to use violence and sometimes doubtful means to achieve their goals.

He felt eyes upon him, and glanced swiftly around the room until he found Tuvok watching him intently. The Vulcan was standing near the Captain, and Chakotay frowned to himself. Damn, he thought, the last thing I need is Tuvok bending the Captain's ear about me.He smiled widely at Tuvok and grinned even further when he saw the Vulcan blink and swiftly look away.

Chakotay continued scanning the crowd, enjoying this moment of solitude. He was beginning to feel relaxed and soon he would start to mingle with the crowd, but first he wanted to check out exactly who was there. He knew, deep down that he was looking for one person, someone he enjoyed watching immensely, and then he finally saw the blonde head moving through the resort. As usual, the sight of Tom Paris made Chakotay's breath catch in his throat.


Tom wove his way through Voyager's crew until he reached the group surrounding Corella. He found himself standing beside Harry and grinned when he noticed the other man looking him over.

"Wow," Harry enthused softly. "I see you've decided that tonight's the night. You look great."

"Thanks Harry," Tom replied, equally quietly. He was pleased with the way he looked, himself. He knew the slim-fitting black pants made his long legs look elegant and he liked the way the loose, pale green shirt made his eyes glow. "You better be right about this, though, or I could be spending the next seventy years in the brig."

"Well, well, so the great Tom Paris is actually nervous, is he?"

"Shut up, Harry."

Tom moved forward to stand beside Corella and gave her a swift kiss on the cheek. "Hey, Happy birthday, sweetheart. Let me get you a drink."

Corella turned and beamed at Tom. "Tom, you're here." Her eyes widened as she took in his outfit. "Oh boy, someone's going to get lucky tonight." She twinkled at him mischievously.

"Corella!" Pablo Baytart flushed slightly as he looked at Tom. "Sorry Tom, I think she's already had enough to drink somehow."

"I don't mind, Pablo," Tom glanced down and noticed Pablo's hand entwined with Corella's. "I don't think I'm the only one here getting lucky."

Pablo grinned happily and then turned to continue his conversation with Chell. Tom turned back to Corella and laughed.

"So Corella, when did this happen and why didn't you tell me?"

Tom was delighted to see Corella blush faintly before she answered. Sometimes, he had to admit, it annoyed him that she was usually so composed.

"Umm... well, about a week ago, and we just wanted to keep it to ourselves for a little while. You know what the gossip on this ship is like."

"Yeah, I sure do." He smiled at her again, and then asked softly, "So you're happy, right?"

Corella's eyes were dreamy as she answered, "Oh, Yeah."

At that moment Harry came over and handed them both a drink. "Here you go."

Corella took her drink and then grinned at Harry. "So Harry, do you think that Tom's being dressed to kill finally means he's going to make a move."

Tom started and eyed Corella narrowly. "Would you two back off?"

Harry ignored him completely. "Yeah, but why he's still hanging here with us, I don't know."

Tom glared at them both. "Neither do I. You two are getting as pushy as B'Elanna."

"Hey! I heard that."

Tom found himself facing an indignant half-Klingon and sighed loudly, "I give up."

"Good, now go off and do your thing."

Tom grimaced at them, but moved away from the group. Their bantering had only succeeded in making him more nervous and he needed to find a quiet spot to loiter in and get his thoughts together. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach at the thought of what he was about to do. The fact that he was just as nervous at a successful outcome as he was about an embarrassing failure certainly didn't help matters. Even if Harry was right about Chakotay's attraction to him, he was still afraid of the strength of his own feelings. Afraid that he wanted more from the Commander than the other man would be willing to give. However, somehow Harry's pushing had created in Tom an urgency to act. Even with his fears, he was ready to take the risk.

Finally, his eyes searched the room until he found whom he was looking for, leaning against the wall in a dim corner. He felt the muscles in his body tense and his confidence surge, when he saw the heat in the dark eyes staring right back at him.


Chakotay had watched Tom talking with his friends, and then continued to observe as Tom had moved away and found a spot near a pillar. He could see that something was on Tom's mind, and he found himself hoping that it was himself. Chakotay was well aware of Tom's attraction to him, as he was just as aware of his own for Tom, but he'd decided long ago that any positive action would have to come from Tom. He simply couldn't reconcile within himself the appropriateness of the First Officer making a pass at a junior officer, so he'd bided his time, waiting for Tom to make a move. When those blue eyes finally met his across the room, he knew that a move was exactly what Tom was going to make.

Well, a little encouragement never hurt and Chakotay was a master at encouragement. The slow smile he directed at the other man was a vision of lazy sensuality, calculated to have Tom moving in his direction within thirty seconds. It was good to see he hadn't lost his touch, he thought as his eyes never left Tom.

Twenty seconds later, Tom was at his side, handing him another beer. "Hello Commander," he breathed. "Having an enjoyable evening?"

Oh no, it wasn't going to be that easy. "Maybe."

Tom's eyes burned into his, and he wondered if B'Elanna was aware that part of the warp core was wandering around in the holodeck. He was having trouble keeping track of his thoughts. Maybe it was going to be that easy.

"Good evening, gentlemen." Chakotay started slightly at the sound of the Captain's voice and saw the amused look in Tom's eyes before the pilot turned to answer her.

"Hello Captain. Are you having an enjoyable evening?"

"Yes, thank you Tom, I certainly am." Her eyes sparkled at them both and somehow Chakotay just knew that she realized exactly what she was interrupting. "So how did the flight sims on the holodeck go today, Tom?"

Oh, well done, Kathryn, Chakotay thought as he listened to Tom reporting on his team's performance that day. He sipped his beer and waited until he heard her say 'Good night' and move on. Then, after a moment, he turned back to Tom and felt his stomach flip when he found Tom's gaze riveted to the part of his chest exposed by the unbuttoned top of his black, silk shirt.

Chakotay felt himself starting to overheat. He wondered how the situation had gone so far so quickly; all he wanted to do now was drag Tom to the nearest bed. He moved closer, until his shoulder was resting against Tom's chest and he could feel the heat of the other man through his shirt. Tom shivered slightly and met his eyes again, and Chakotay knew the undisguised lust in Tom's expression was mirrored in his own eyes.

"Tom, do you want to go somewhere more private?" Chakotay asked softly, and he snuck a hand around to rest against the back of Tom's thigh. "Or is this too fast?"

Tom smiled. "Your quarters or mine?"

"I guess it's not too fast. Yours."

Tom straightened up and drained his beer. "Let's go then."


Tom felt his frustration grow when he found himself in the turbolift with Chakotay and a couple of crewmen from engineering. He wanted to get his hands on the Commander now. They stood together at the back of the lift and Tom was startled when he felt Chakotay's hand resting on his butt. He felt a bit light-headed and his heart was starting to race. The situation seemed surreal; he couldn't believe that this moment had come, that they were on his way to his quarters, where they were finally going to... his mind reeled as various visions danced before his eyes and he heard himself gasp.

Chakotay's hand tightened on his butt cheek, and he took heed of the warning and willed himself to calm down. He didn't want to blow it before it even began. He concentrated on the feel of Chakotay's hand on his ass, recognizing its possessiveness. He had never liked that sensation, but now he found himself thrilling at it. He wanted to be possessed by this man. He wanted this man to take him.

Just in time the lift doors opened and Chakotay strode forward out of the lift, Tom following in his wake. They stopped outside Tom's door, and as he keyed in the code, Tom took the opportunity to slip an arm around Chakotay's waist.

Then they were inside his quarters, in the dim light from the star field, and Chakotay was turning in Tom's arms and pressing him back against the wall, and already their lips had seared together. Tom moaned as he opened his mouth to the other man's and felt Chakotay's tongue push forward to meet his own. The kiss was long, and intense, and when they finally broke apart both men were gasping for breath.

Tom felt shell-shocked and closing his eyes, rested his head forward against Chakotay's forehead. He could feel the Commander's breath caressing his cheek, and his hands caressing his back. He sighed.

"I should have done this a long time ago," he whispered.

He felt Chakotay's lips brush against his cheek. "You know, you could have."

Tom's heart surged and he turned his head swiftly, diving hard onto the Commander's lips. He thrust his tongue into Chakotay's mouth and plundered with delicious abandonment. Chakotay's response was wholehearted, and at this rate, Tom didn't think he'd be able to stand upright much longer. He began to manoeuver Chakotay towards the bedroom.

It didn't take Chakotay long to figure out where they were headed, and he pulled his lips away from Tom's, grabbed his hand and pulled him to the bed. He meant to push Tom onto the mattress, but Tom got there first, and Chakotay found himself sprawled on his back with Tom plastered on top of him. As he felt Tom's erection press into his own, he decided he didn't actually mind the position and began to undo the buttons on Tom's shirt.

Finally, he had the shirt off and the feel of Tom's skin was hot silk. He pushed his palms on Tom's chest and felt the muscles under his hands. Chakotay's cock was really straining now and he gripped Tom's ass and pulled him closer, grinding himself against the other man's erection.

The groan that erupted from Tom was explosive, and Chakotay took advantage of his distraction, to roll them over so Tom was trapped beneath him. Then he sat up and straddled Tom's waist, and the blue eyes locked on his, as Chakotay removed his own shirt. Tom's hands burned on his skin, as they caressed his chest. Then Tom swiftly moved forward and latched his lips onto Chakotay's left nipple. As Tom's tongue teased, Chakotay's head dropped back and this time the groan escaped from his own lips.

Chakotay ran his hands up Tom's back and into the soft, blonde hair. When he opened his eyes and looked down again, Tom was watching him. He smiled at the other man and, gripping his shoulders, pushed him gently back down to the bed, relishing the sensation of his chest sliding against Tom's as he settled on top of him. Chakotay rested his lips softly against Tom's and stared into his eyes. The pupils were heavily dilated, only a thin ring of blue around them, and Chakotay marvelled at the desire he saw in their depths. He brushed his lips against the mouth under his, waiting for Tom's surrender. Tonight, he wanted this man to be his, to belong to him. When the eyes he searched closed, he knew the moment had come and he deepened the kiss, and felt Tom melt in his arms.

As he'd gazed into those hot, dark eyes, Tom had felt instinctively Chakotay's need to dominate their first encounter. He'd remembered his own feelings earlier, and found it no hardship to accede to the Commander's desire. At this moment it was, in fact, his own. He closed his eyes, parted his lips and abandoned himself to Chakotay's passion.

They kissed deeply and roughly, as their lust grew, and eventually Tom realized that they had somehow become fully naked. He revelled in the Commander's body, so hard and so smooth and writhed in pleasure underneath it. Chakotay's burning lips were sliding over his neck, gliding and nibbling over his shoulders, and then he felt a tongue laving at his belly. Tom's hands gripped the Commander's dark head and his fingers spread through the thick hair. Soon now, Chakotay would slide down and...Oh My God!

Hot wetness, surrounded his cock as Chakotay engulfed his shaft in one quick motion. Tom groaned and bucked off the bed, but then Chakotay's hands gripped his hips, holding him in place, and the exquisite torture began. A velvet tongue caressed his balls and then slid along his shaft. Then soft lips surrounded the head of his cock and he felt the gentle scrape of teeth against the sensitive skin and almost screamed at the intense pleasure. Next, he was sucked strongly, while a firm hand gripped his balls and an errant finger trailed in the crack of his ass. Then just as he really thought he was going to explode, the mouth was removed and he found himself being savagely kissed again.

Chakotay was starting to lose himself in his lust. He had to take Tom soon, or it was going to be rough and he didn't want that, not the first time. He rolled his aching cock against Tom's hip and tore his lips away from that delicious mouth.

"Lube," he hissed, but Tom was already moving, stretching for the drawer in his bedside unit, and in less than five seconds Chakotay had the tube in his hand. He grabbed a pillow and flung it on the bed beside Tom. Then he sat up and rolled Tom over onto the pillow. The sight of Tom's gorgeous ass instilled a further sense of urgency in him, and he flipped open the tube and quickly coated his fingers with lube.

He ran a finger down Tom's crack and smoothly pushed a finger in his entrance. Tom shifted forward on the pillow allowing him better access. Chakotay glanced up and saw that Tom was resting his head sideways on the bed so he could look back. The glitter of the eyes watching him, flamed his need further and he pushed another finger into Tom, stretching the tight opening.

In a surprisingly short time, Tom was pushing against him and when he heard the soft voice begging him for more, Chakotay grabbed the lube again, and slathered a generous amount on his hard cock. He positioned himself between Tom's legs and then with one smooth push, and a low groan from Tom, he was in.

Oh God, the tightness and the heat, it was better than he could ever have imagined. Chakotay lay still for a moment savouring the sensation. Tom was panting underneath him; trying to push back even further, and Chakotay used the weight of his own body to hold the younger man in place. He wanted to hear that soft plea again, and it wasn't too long before he did.

"Please Chakotay," the whisper came. "Don't wait any longer, c'mon please."

A low moan escaped from Chakotay's lips as he began to rock gently back and forth. "Oh God, Tom... you feel so good."

Tom was whispering incoherently underneath him, a steady stream of sound out of which Chakotay could occasionally make out his own name. For some reason, this gave him a deep sense of satisfaction.

Now Chakotay rose onto his knees, pulling Tom up with him so that the younger man was also on his knees, his head resting on his arms on the bed. Chakotay sped up the pace, thrusting harder now and ran his hands possessively over the other man's back.

Suddenly, Chakotay realized he wanted to see Tom's face, and he pulled out, grinning at the other man's frustrated groan. He quickly rolled Tom over onto his back and pulled the long legs on to his shoulders. Before the younger man knew what had happened, Chakotay had plunged back into him and was pounding him into the mattress.

Chakotay gazed down into Tom's eyes, and the passion he saw in them fuelled his own. He knew he was going to come soon. He reached down and clasped Tom's hand, smearing it with the lube still covering his own, and then brought their joined hands to entwine Tom's shaft. Tom's eyes closed and he arched off the bed as Chakotay guided their hands in a rhythm matching his thrusts into Tom's beautiful body. Then he saw the ecstatic tension on the younger man's face as he came hard, spurting his seed over their hands and onto his own chest.

His own orgasm ripped through him, and he threw his head back and shuddered into the body beneath him. He felt Tom's hands running up his chest and settling on his throat, and he fell forward into Tom's arms as Tom's legs came off his shoulders to rest on the bed.

He lay heavily on Tom for a moment, recovering, and then toppled off to lie on his side next to the still heavily panting younger man.

"Gods Tom, that was better than I ever thought it would be." Chakotay was surprised to find himself feeling a little overwhelmed by what he'd just experienced.

Tom's head rolled to face him and Chakotay saw the happy smile on his face. "Are you telling me you've fantasized about me, Chakotay?"

Chakotay chuckled. "Well, I may be First Officer, but I am still human you know." He leaned forward and kissed those tantalizing lips.

"In that case," Tom replied when they broke apart, "I'll admit I've done some pretty heavy fantasizing of my own."

"Good." Chakotay kissed him again. "We'll have plenty of ideas to go on with, then."

Tom felt his heart swell with relief and happiness. At least he knew Chakotay wanted to be with him again, that this wasn't just a one-night thing. He gazed into the warm brown eyes and then saw the heavy lids drooping. He felt exhausted himself.

Chakotay got up and disappeared into the bathroom, returning with a damp cloth, which he used to clean them both off. Tom lay on his back and stared at the ceiling as Chakotay disappeared into the bathroom again. He wondered nervously what would happen next. Would the Commander leave?

He sighed in contentment when Chakotay returned and pulling up the blankets, cuddled closer, taking Tom in his arms. Then he drifted into sleep.