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.
Sorry this took so long but for some reason I couldn't upload anything to for a few days. After several attempts finally got it to work again today!
Prey - Chapter 7
Two days after the blood incident, Tom was in the shuttle bay waiting for B'Elanna. They were supposed to be checking over one of Voyager's more decrepit shuttles, but B'Elanna was late, so Tom was sitting in the cockpit, mulling over the last couple of days.
This latest attack had not affected Chakotay as Tom had worried it might. He knew the Commander was still feeling slightly squeamish, but for some reason he was also more positive. Tom suspected it was because Chakotay thought that the 'stalker' would make a final move soon, and he preferred that, to all this vague waiting around. He sighed. It concerned him that his lover indulged in the 'action hero' attitude to solving problems. He had enough problems controlling that instinct in himself. He smirked to himself; the Captain must have had a fit when she realized they were getting together.
He gazed dreamily out of the cockpit view port. 'Getting together'... they had certainly been doing a lot of that lately, as well. It seemed that being in danger also increased his lover's sexual appetite, something to do with releasing tension, Tom guessed, but it had made Chakotay practically insatiable. Tom's expression grew dreamier. Well, he reflected, he had to say he really didn't mind an insatiable Chakotay. In fact...
"Hey! Wake up!"
Tom swivelled in his seat and came face to face with B'Elanna. "When did you get here?"
She grinned and took the seat opposite. "About a minute ago. What is it with you two, anyway? Five minutes ago, I'm in the mess hall with Chakotay, and Neelix comes up and asks me something about Klingon blood pie. Next thing, Chakotay's up and out of the door, like someone's set fire to his trousers. And then, I find you sitting here looking like someone's stolen you're brain." She smirked. "Mind you, they'd have trouble finding it."
"Oh Ha, Ha. Let's just get on with this, shall we?"
B'Elanna frowned. "Okay." They worked for a moment in silence, and then B'Elanna spoke again. "Look Tom, I'm sorry. You usually don't mind a joke."
Tom's expression was apologetic. "No B'Elanna, I'm sorry. I'm just feeling a bit tense."
She glanced at him, concern showing in her warm brown eyes. "I can see that. Why? You and Chakotay haven't had a fight, have you?"
Tom groaned. "Why is it that the minute I'm a bit off, everyone thinks I've had a fight with Chakotay? Are you all just waiting for me to blow it or something, is that it?"
B'Elanna held up a hand. "Hey! I'm sorry! I was just concerned, that's all."
Tom turned in his seat, to look at her. "Sorry, B'El. It's just work stuff, okay." He smiled at her. "Let's change the subject, and maybe we can go for five minutes without apologizing to each other. How's things with Harry? Had any major fights yet?"
B'Elanna burst into laughter. "Very funny. No major ones, but lots of minor ones. You know, it's more fun fighting with Harry, then I ever imagined it would be." She grinned. "And the making up is even better."
Tom grinned back. "So, how many fights have you deliberately provoked?"
Her eyes danced wickedly. "Not that many. And you know," she leaned forward and her voice dropped to a whisper. "I think Harry's been deliberately provoking some too."
This time it was Tom who burst into laughter. "God, I hope you two don't kill each other one day. You know, I was thinking, we should all get together one night, and have dinner."
B'Elanna nodded. "That's a great idea."
"Well, how about tomorrow night, then? I know Chakotay's free for dinner that night."
B'Elanna stared at him in amazement. "Maybe someone did steal your brain." When Tom frowned at her, she continued. "Remember the asteroid you've been flying around, the last couple of days? Harry and I are taking an away team down to mine galacite, tomorrow. We'll be gone for two days. Jeez, we only talked about it for an hour at the senior staff meeting this morning. Were you asleep?"
Tom shook his head and laughed. "I remember. It was your report, so maybe I did fall asleep." He grinned as she glared at him. "We'll do it when you get back, then. Chakotay and I'll just have a nice dinner alone. You can think about that, while you're eating Starfleet rations, on that cold, rocky asteroid."
"Oh thanks so much, flyboy."
The next night, Tom found himself sitting in Chakotay's quarters, covertly watching the Commander not eating. Tom had replicated one of Chakotay's favourite meals, and they were drinking a bottle of real wine, but Chakotay sat toying with his food and barely saying a word. He stole another glance at Chakotay and noticed that while his face was as serene as it usually was, there was a nervous look around his eyes. Tom felt a lead weight settling on his heart. He didn't like the look of this at all.
Finally Chakotay gave up on his food, and picked up his plate, taking it over to the replicator. Then he turned and gazed at something over the top of Tom's head.
"Tom, I've been thinking, and there's something I'd like to talk to you about." The words sounded rushed, as if Chakotay had wanted to get them out before he lost his nerve.
Here we go, the voice in Tom's head was resigned, but the pain he felt was acute. I've heard this speech before. I just don't know if I can stand hearing it from Chakotay.He decided he couldn't and stood up swiftly. "Look, it's fine. I'll just go, shall I?"
"What?" Chakotay stared at Tom, and was aghast to see the paleness of his face, and the pain in his eyes. He stepped over to the other man and gripped his arm. "What on Earth are you thinking? I just wanted to ask you something. I'm sorry, Tom, I'm nervous, I've never asked anyone this before. I didn't mean to upset you." Relief flooded through him as he saw the color return to Tom's face. "Look, let's sit down, and talk without anymore confusion, okay?"
Tom nodded, and they picked up their glasses and walked over to the couch. Tom sat down next to Chakotay and waited. He still didn't trust himself to speak.
Chakotay cleared his throat and then turned to Tom, taking his hand in a firm clasp. "I wanted to ask you if you'd like to move into my quarters with me?" When Tom stared at him in stunned amazement, Chakotay continued, "I realize we haven't been together that long, that maybe it's too soon for you. I'll understand if you feel that way. I was concerned about it myself, but I don't know, I just want this. I want to be with you." He took a deep breath. "I love you, Tom and I'd like to live with you, to make that commitment and..." his voice trailed off and he looked at Tom's still shocked face. "I'd sort of appreciate it if you said something, soon."
Tom attempted to gather the remnants of his shattered brain. "Yes," he finally whispered.
Chakotay leaned forward and peered into Tom's eyes. "Is that a 'Yes I'll live with you', or a 'Yes, I think it's too soon'?"
Tom took a deep breath. "It's a 'Yes, I'll live with you'."
Chakotay grinned and his dimples flashed. "That's great."
Tom took another deep breath and felt his brain starting to glue itself together again. "You did just say that you love me?"
"Yeah, I did." Chakotay's lips grazed his ear, and then trailed along Tom's jaw line.
Tom closed his eyes. "I love you, too."
"I know," Chakotay breathed into his other ear and then nipped his earlobe.
"You bastard," Tom gasped, and then moaned as Chakotay's lips finally captured his in a punishing kiss.
They kissed for a long time, exploring each other's mouths, caressing tongues, and nibbling lips. Then Chakotay became more demanding, pushing against Tom, his mouth devouring Tom's hungrily. Tom felt his own passion building in response, and when the kiss finally ended, he knew exactly what he wanted to do. He slipped to the floor, knelt between Chakotay's legs and reached for his zipper.
Chakotay smiled down at him through a haze of desire. "Oh yes," he whispered and Tom could hear the need in his voice.
He felt the bulge of his lover's erection against his fingers, as he slowly undid the zipper. When he reached in and gripped the hard shaft inside, Chakotay groaned loudly. Then he was gazing at that lovely cock, and rolling the balls underneath, in his hand. Tom loved looking at Chakotay's cock, it was the most beautiful one he thought he'd ever seen, and thinking about the things Chakotay did to him with it, always made him thrum with excitement.
"Please, Tom, I need you," Chakotay's whisper was ragged now, and Tom gazed into those dark eyes and saw the desperation in them. He held those eyes with his own, as he leaned forward slowly and rubbed his cheek against Chakotay's stiff erection. Chakotay gasped and then smiled, "You tease," he whispered.
Tom shifted his head slightly and ran his lips from the bottom of the shaft to the head at the top. He felt Chakotay tremble, and grasped one of the Commander's hips. Even though he could no longer see them, Tom could feel those burning eyes glued to his face. When he felt Chakotay's fingers digging into his shoulder, he took pity on him, and engulfed his lover's delicious cock in one hungry movement.
"Oh God," Chakotay yelped, and his hips jerked in Tom's firm hands. He flung his head onto the back of the couch, and rolled it from side to side, alternatively moaning and gasping for breath.
Tom was enjoying himself immensely. He loved the way Chakotay always lost control when Tom did this to him. It was a side of the Commander not often seen, and Tom loved the sense of power it gave him when he saw Chakotay like this. Beyond that, Tom simply loved giving head, and knew he was good at it.
As Chakotay wriggled and writhed on the couch, Tom thoroughly explored his lover's cock. He sucked the balls, one by one, lovingly caressed the shaft with his tongue, and then swirled his lips around the head, enjoying the salty tang of Chakotay's pre cum. When he knew that Chakotay was close, he took his lover deep into his throat, and sucked him hard. A few moments later, Chakotay exploded into his mouth. Tom rode out the aftershocks, and then took one last loving suck on his lover's spent cock.
Tom felt Chakotay's hands pulling at him, so he rose and plastered himself on the Commander for a deep kiss. When Chakotay released him, he rolled on his side and snuggled in Chakotay's arms.
"How soon can you move in?" Chakotay asked after a moment of reflective silence.
"How about I grab some stuff after my shift tomorrow," Tom answered.
"That sounds great. I have a meeting with the Captain, but after that I can help," Chakotay offered.
"Thanks," and then Tom sighed.
Chakotay looked down at him. "What is it?"
Tom smirked. "I'm guessing we'll be back to being the hot topic of gossip."
Chakotay laughed and kissed Tom's forehead. "I can live with it."
Tom rummaged around in his closet, searching for something to put his clothes in. He couldn't believe the mess, and he guessed that he'd have to be a lot tidier living with Chakotay. He still had to pinch himself, every time he thought about it. He just wasn't used to his dreams coming true, but this time it looked like he was in luck.
He sat back on his heels and looked up at the shelf above his head. He vaguely remembered shoving a bag up there at one time, so he went to the living area and fetched a chair. Climbing onto it, he stretched out a hand and felt around till his fingers met a handle. He grabbed it and pulled. He was satisfied to see the bag, but something else flew out with it and landed on the floor. Tom hopped off the chair and stared at the object in absolute amazement.
It was Chakotay's medicine bundle.
His hand flew immediately to his combadge but at the last moment halted. A vision, like a vague memory was rising before his eyes. He saw his own hands, holding a vicious looking knife, and then his hand rose and slashed at a couch. He knew it was Chakotay's couch.
Tom gasped and stepped back, falling over the chair and landing on the floor with a thud. A bitter bile of panic was rising in him, as other images flashed through his mind. He was staring at a bed, it was Chakotay's bed, now he was throwing books on the floor, tearing out the pages and ripping them into shreds.
He gripped his head in his hands in a futile attempt to force the visions out of his mind. Gasping for breath he crawled over to the bed, and used it to haul himself to his feet. Tears were running down his face, but he couldn't feel himself crying. He didn't know what to do.
Tom sat on the bed and slowly the visions faded. It felt like his brain was burning, and the fear in him was rising with every moment, choking him. Was it possible, he was going insane? His mind shrieked away from that thought.
Still, he didn't know what to do, but he needed help desperately. He thought of Harry, and then remembered that his friend wasn't on the ship. He needed someone to sort this out for him, to tell him it wasn't true.
He rose to his feet and stumbled into the living area. Standing there for a moment, he ran his hands over his face and tried to calm himself. Then he strode through the doors and headed for Corella's quarters.
When the door chime rang, Chakotay woke with a start. Finally,he thought. His meeting with the Captain had ended at the door to his quarters and when he'd entered them he'd collapsed on the couch to wait for Tom. He must have fallen asleep, and now Tom was here, though it was strange that he was chiming, when he had the codes to the door.
Chakotay frowned. "Who is it?"
"It's me." It was the Captain's voice. "May I come in?"
Chakotay got up and keyed open the door, and Captain Janeway strode into the room. Once the doors had shut, she turned to look at him, and Chakotay gasped at the sight of her face. It was haggard, and grim, and there was a tightness, which showed how much effort she was making to maintain control.
"What's happened?"
"I need you to come to sickbay."
A vice of fear gripped his heart. "Something's happened to Tom," he stated.
Her expression was enigmatic. "Both Tom and Ensign Azar were taken to sickbay. Pablo Baytart found them both, unconscious, in Azar's quarters. Some sort of struggle had taken place. Ensign Azar regained consciousness first and when she explained what had happened, and the Doctor had finished examining Tom, I had to transfer Tom to the brig. Ensign Baytart tried to attack him, so it was as much for Tom's safety as anyone else's." Her voice sounded slightly apologetic.
Chakotay could feel that the blood had drained from his face, and there was an annoying buzzing in his ears. He took a deep breath. "Tell me."
He knew it was going to be bad, when she stepped up to him and took his hand, then rested her other hand against his cheek.
"I'm sorry, Chakotay. It appears that Tom attacked Ensign Azar," she paused, "and then sexually assaulted her."
