Series: VOY
Codes: C/Tvk
Rating: NC17
Categories: Humour, First Time.
Disclaimer: These characters are the property of Paramount-Viacom. I just borrowed them and am not writing for profit.
Summary: The crew of Voyager find it impossible to mind their own business.
Warnings: This is NC17 rated so graphic descriptions of m/m sex.
Author's Note: This story was originally completed in May 2001 and I was really excited when it won 1st place for Voyager Misc M/M slash in the Star Trek GO Awards!
Command Logic - Chapter 4
The next day, Chakotay had only a half-duty shift, and he spent the afternoon nervously reliving the scene of the evening before and contemplating his upcoming dinner with Tuvok.
He felt as if he was floundering, and it was not a sensation he was accustomed to. He was also discovering that it was a sensation he didn't like. In some ways he felt better about the situation than he had before Tuvok had kissed him. The Vulcan had certainly proven that he wasn't always the cold, dispassionate man that he usually appeared.
On the other hand, he felt like a rug had been swept out from under his feet. Suddenly, a person he thought he knew, seemed to have hidden depths, and he had no idea what to expect next. The fact that he was undeniably attracted to the person, made the whole situation slightly terrifying.
And… Oh Spirits… was he attracted! That kiss… had done something to him. It had fuelled some fire within him that he had thought long burnt out. While, he hadn't exactly been suppressing his sexual needs, his role as Voyager's First Officer had certainly not allowed him to indulge them often, and so he had simply ignored them as much as possible.
But now the feelings were welling up inside him, and he realized how truly frustrated he had been, for several months now, and deeper than that frustration, was… loneliness. A longing for friendship, companionship and love overwhelmed him. He sighed, and for the first time in a long time he felt… homesick, bereft of his family. He thought of his 'date' tonight and wondered if he was going mad to have agreed. Was it possible that Tuvok could offer more than simple sexual gratification?
Chakotay shook his head, rose to his feet and ordered some tea from his replicator. As he sipped it, his mind once again dwelt on the kiss of the night before. A mischievous grin slowly spread across his face. Still there was something to be said for sexual gratification. And that kiss had certainly proved that sex with Tuvok would be very gratifying.
He frowned to himself as he realized that he still didn't know what sex with Tuvok might entail. Well he could remedy that immediately. Chakotay strode over to his desk, and pulled up the medical database on his desk monitor, and after giving his clearance, settled in for an extensive perusal of the Vulcan anatomy and physiology section.
Half an hour later, Chakotay sat back in his chair with another mischievous grin. While the database hadn't contained an enormous amount of information, there had certainly been enough to sustain his interest. And whet my appetite, he thought to himself with a smirk. Who would have thought that Vulcan anatomy would be so… A dreamy expression crossed his face as his mind drifted. I mean, that bit on the end of…
A few minutes passed as Chakotay smiled blankly at his desk. Then he shivered, looked up, and noticed the time on his monitor. 1930, better get ready I guess. His smile expanded into a grin. Don't want to be late.
Tuvok surveyed the preparations he had made for his dinner with the Commander, with a strong sense of satisfaction. His quarters were dimly lit with many glowing candles, and the table was laid with some obscure vegetarian dishes from Vulcan, which he felt sure that Chakotay would not have experienced before and would greatly enjoy. All in all, very inviting he thought. Now the only thing lacking was his guest, and at that moment his door chimed, and he swiftly crossed the room to open it.
"Comm… Chakotay, please come in."
His guest smiled and entered the room, looking around curiously.
"You know, Tuvok, I can't remember ever being in your quarters before," Chakotay stepped forward and then grimaced as his knee hit a small table. "The candles are lovely. Is that a Vulcan thing?"
"In general, Vulcan's prefer dim lighting. We also find it particularly helpful for meditation. I believe in early times on Vulcan…" Tuvok halted as he realized that Chakotay was offering him a bottle.
"I brought some wine. It's from Dorvan V, my homeworld. It's very light and refreshing and I thought you might enjoy it."
"Thank you, Chakotay," Tuvok took the bottle and moved over to the table to pour it. "Would you prefer to eat immediately?"
"Well, I have to admit, I am rather hungry. And something smells absolutely delicious."
Chakotay followed Tuvok over to the table and sat down, watching as the Vulcan opened the wine. The slight awkwardness he had felt on first entering Tuvok's quarters had now dissipated. It had been a surprise to see Tuvok wearing something other than his uniform, but on reflection, the long, loose robe made the tall Vulcan seem somehow less intimidating, and more approachable.
He took the glass that Tuvok offered him and took a sip of the wine. Yes, he was definitely beginning to relax, and judging by the interesting looking food on the table, this evening had the potential to be very enjoyable. He glanced up and noticed Tuvok watching him, and smiled. Yes, it could be very enjoyable indeed.
A couple of hours later Chakotay was still enjoying himself. The dinner had been delicious, and he had found himself surprised at Tuvok's ability to keep a guest entertained. Their conversation had been diverse and interesting, Tuvok had told him some interesting facts about Vulcan, and had also shown great curiosity about Chakotay's own homeworld. At one point, they had discussed StarFleet and Chakotay had been fascinated to find that Tuvok had once left and then rejoined StarFleet. He had found himself, for the first time, explaining to someone how he had made the decision to join the Maquis, the pain and responsibility he had felt about his relationship with his father and then his father's death. Tuvok had listened, but made no judgements and Chakotay appreciated his tact.
The discussion then turned to their current predicament, adrift in the Delta Quadrant and Tuvok's acerbic wit immediately became apparent as the topic shifted to their fellow crew members, and in particular, Neelix. Chakotay was reduced to fits of laughter when, after mentioning that Neelix seemed to have made Tuvok his personal morale boosting project, the Vulcan replied that he would happily dance a jig in the mess hall if it would mean that the little Talaxian would direct his attentions elsewhere.
Yes, all in all, Chakotay reflected as he sipped the last of his wine, it had been a lovely evening. Perhaps they could move onto something more in the future. The attraction he felt for Tuvok was definitely growing stronger as he relaxed in the Vulcan's company but he still felt the need for an element of caution, particularly as Tuvok had given no indication that this evening was anything more than a quiet dinner between two friends. Perhaps the Vulcan was now having second thoughts.
Chakotay was still surprised at the feeling of dismay that arose in him at this thought, when he noticed that his companion had fallen silent. He looked up quickly and smiled. "I've really had a lovely time tonight, Tuvok."
"I too have enjoyed myself," Tuvok assured him. He glanced at the table and then rose to his feet. "Perhaps we should move to a more comfortable location, however. The bedroom is this way."
Chakotay stood and prepared to follow the Vulcan. "Yes, I think the couch would… Wait a minute." He came to an abrupt halt and frowned. "Did you just say the… bedroom?"
Tuvok turned and raised a slightly quizzical eyebrow. "Yes, I did," he replied and then took note of Chakotay's deepening frown. "Is there something wrong, Chakotay?"
Tuvok's concern rose as the frown left Chakotay's face and was replaced with the inscrutable look, which the Commander wore when dealing with an unpleasant situation on the bridge.
"Any particular reason for the bedroom?" The Commander asked serenely.
"It is generally considered the most comfortable place for participating in sexual activity," Tuvok replied. At the look that now crossed Chakotay's face, he knew that he had definitely made the wrong answer.
Chakotay's fury rose as every feeling of relaxation and the well-being he had felt towards Tuvok died, and was replaced with disappointment and hurt. Was Tuvok really this stupid, or did he have no respect for Chakotay at all? He plastered another serene smile on his face and prepared to let Tuvok know just exactly what he thought of him.
"Yes it is," he agreed calmly. "So, after providing me with a nice meal and some pleasant conversation, you expect me to just drop my pants for you, is that it?"
Tuvok took a deep breath. "I thought that…" he began, and was extremely shocked when the normally polite Commander, interrupted him with a short bark of laughter.
"You know, Tuvok, for once in your goddamned logical Vulcan life, I don't think you've thought at all. I believe I made it quite clear last night that we should go slowly and just see what happened. Well, we don't need to do that anymore, because I can tell you what's going to happen, right now. Nothing!"
Chakotay strode over to the door and turned to face the stupid Vulcan once more, before he left the room.
"Good night, Lieutenant."