Title: Divided
Author: SisterPet
Pairing: C&T
Rating: Most definitely R.
Disclaimer: I don't own them

Summary: Shortly after season five's Extreme Risk. Chakotay and Torres are separated from Voyager and thrown into an adventure.

Part 6

B'Elanna woke slowly.  She felt light-headed and as weak as a new borne kitten.  Trying to sit up, and finding she could not even raise herself to her elbows, had her growling impatiently.  Strong hands urged her down and she looked into tormented eyes.  The horror and shock of what he'd done put deep shadows in his eyes and haunted Chakotay's thoughts.  She knew that she could do nothing to help him; he had to work through it on his own.  Lifting a hand, she gently stroked his cheek.

"Thank you for saving my life." She murmured. 

Words logged in his throat; he could not speak past the constriction.  With a shake of his head he turned away from her, fighting for composure.

"Hey, after that giving birth to our eight children will be a breeze." She smiled watching and waiting.  Chakotay gaped at her like a fish out of water.

"Eight?"

"At least.  I always wanted a large family."

While he sat there trying to digest that, she closed her eyes and drifted off again a small grin on her face.

"Gotcha!" She snickered.

Twelve hours later, while still a bit weak, she was fully recovered and mad as a hornet.

"What do you mean my clothes have been taken?" She roared.

York backed a few steps further away, just in case she lunged at him.

"The Commander took them and the replicator.  He said you were to spend the next twenty-four hours in bed."

"Oh really? Well you go and find me something to wear right now.  If he thinks I'm staying in this bed while the Borg are setting up another attack, he does not know me at all!" She thundered.

York edged backwards until he was standing by the door. "Sorry, I can't do that. He left strict instructions that you were to stay put."

Before the flying glass could hit him he was out the door, a stream of curses in a language he could not understand following him.

Chakotay hefted the twelve-foot log back into its place.  He'd not been able to close his eyes the whole night, visions of the operation drove him out early in the morning and he made good headway restoring the damaged wall before anyone had even awakened.  Even working himself to near exhaustion in the last few hours, he still could find no peace.  The men around him chattered and laughed as they worked, but for once he did not join in.

Their sudden silence alerted him and he turned to see what was causing it.  B'Elanna strode towards them, covered barely by strips of the blanket from her bed.  He nearly swallowed his tongue.  All that beautiful satin skin, the long shapely legs exposed for all to see.  A fact the others were greatly appreciating.

For the first time in his life, reason fled and he reacted on pure emotion.  An emotion he had, until now, never experienced before.  Rage, red, blinding, uncontrollable fury erupted and drove him to near insanity.  It propelled him forward, meeting her half way.

B'Elanna never got off the stream of abuse she intended to heap on his head.  Without one word from him, her arm was clamped in an iron vice and she was being dragged, struggling, back to the cabin.  In angry frustration she dug in her heals, but he yanked roughly, bringing her stumbling behind him.

"Have you lost your mind?  Let me go!" She gasped, wrenching at his arm.  It was like trying to move a mountain.

Once inside, he lifted her around the waist and plonked her onto the bed.  B'Elanna sprang up as if she'd hit a spring, fighting to get to her feet.  He pushed her back down. By the third attempt her Klingon temper got loose and her fists flew.  Stars exploded behind his eyes as she caught him on the chin.  She was on her feet in the seconds it took him to recover.  Fists raised, she backed away from him, until the table stopped her.

As a half Klingon she was fearless, brave beyond any human comprehension.  Yet now, as she watched the white-hot fury in his eyes, she realised that she was not completely without fear. 

The last few weeks and days had battered and thrashed at his inner balance, his strength and control until it wore thin. Pure will had held the storm at bay but it broke free now, washing all civilised thought and reason away until all that was left was the primal man inside.

"Get back in that bed." Chakotay forced the words through clenched teeth, his body taunt and shaking with the effort it cost him to speak.

Her own anger curiously gone, B'Elanna realised that in all the years she had known him, he never lost control, never lost his cool.  Even in the midst of battle or passion, while her restraint was in tatters, he still seemed to be in full command of his.  Now, as she saw the titanic battle waging inside him, she realised why.  With that much emotion, it needed great power to keep it under tight reign.  It was like a pressure cooker inside him, if she did the sane thing and got back into bed, he would go off and fight it all back inside.  Rebuild the walls of steel, and somehow she knew that it was not what he needed now.  He needed to let loose, let it out. He'd stood by her when she needed him countless times, she would do no less for him now.

Lowering her hands she stepped forward until she stood toe to toe with him.  For a fleeting moment she wondered why she had never noticed how much bigger than her he really was.

"No!" Forever after she would look back and wonder how she could see the precise moment the last thread snapped.  The tide of emotion that washed out over her left her quivering under its power.

Chakotay's eyes went flat, his hands rose in slow jerky motion and she felt sure he would belt her.  But they shot forward and buried themselves in her hair, yanking her head painfully back until she arched against him.  His mouth, hard and unyielding, crashed down on hers, crushing and bruising while his teeth sank into her lip. Ecstasy, dark and thick engulfed her mind.  Hands of steel tore at her, grabbing, bruising.

There was no tenderness, only need.  An overpowering need.  His callused fingers pulling at her breasts, rolling the tip between them, teeth nipped and tongue lathed down her neck.  B'Elanna whimpered in mindless pleasure, her senses battered by the onslaught, her body palpitated by his rough hands.  His legs pushed between hers, pushing her thighs apart and reaching down he grasped her and lifted her onto the table.  The tiny scraps of material she wore seemed to melt away under his insistent hands.  His fingers drove inside her hot moist centre as his teeth closed over her breast.  She cried out at the double blast of pleasure pushed her over the first rise.

"Tell me you want me." He growled, his rough chin scraping the soft underside of her breast while his fingers moved in and out of her.  The sweet tension was building an unbearable pressure inside her.  B'Elanna could hardly breathe let alone talk.

"Tell me, damn you!"

"Yes! God yes, now!" She moaned helplessly tearing at his clothing, until the length of him filled her hands.

Chakotay grasped her arms and twisted them behind her back until she was bowed back, defenceless against the onslaught.

"Then take all of me." He ordered as he drove himself into her fully, deeply.  The explosion that erupted inside her caused a chain reaction of orgasms that left her screaming at their power.  His every pounding thrust driving her over another peak until she was mindless with the intensity of them.  Her silken inner muscles clamping around him.  Letting go of her arms, he lifted her hips driving himself deeper.

"Take more." He grunted as he pistoned in and out.

"Mine ,mine, mine….." with every thrust, his voice in her ear like a manta.  Her head swam, her vision blurred as the next crest torpedoed through her so fierce it was almost painful.  She clung to him helplessly as yet another atomic blast tore through her.  Chakotay threw back his head and howled as he poured himself into her.

She could not move, her limbs were so weak that, if he were not pinning her to the table, she would have flopped to the ground like jelly.

"Are you still alive?" She asked, her voice husky.

His face buried in her hair, his body still shuddering with the after shocks. "I don't know, ask me in an hour." Came his muffled reply.

She chuckled weakly.  The table edge was digging into her behind, but she could not summon the energy to move.  Chakotay slowly raised his head and looked down at her, an expression of sheepish wonder on his face. 

"I think we are in trouble here." He groaned.

B'Elanna raised a questioning eyebrow.

"I don't think my legs will hold us up for very much longer. Got any of that Klingon strength left?"

"Not one drop." She snickered.

With a deep sigh he heaved himself up, pushing her further onto the table.  B'Elanna raised herself up to sitting and giggled when she saw him swaying drunkenly, trying to adjust his clothing.

Chakotay grinned back at her, his smile faded as he noticed the dark bruises on her arms.  The expression on his face was frightening, dark anger, deep pain.  B'Elanna knew what he was feeling, it was written all over his face, the walls were gone, and he could no longer hide from her.

"Hey, don't do that.  Not now." She grasped his hand, pulling him to face her.

"I hurt you. I put marks on you." He hissed.

"Are you kidding?  After this I might never let you out of bed again!  Chakotay, you seem to have forgotten who and what I am. This is me, B'Elanna.  You put more than a few bruises on me before and if you look at your back you will find more than a few marks that I put there.  Why are you being like this?  Since we started sleeping together you have been treating me like some human weakling. Stop it!"

The battle that was waging inside him would not be eased with words.  She was right and he had to come to terms with it, or he would hurt her deeply.

"You're right, but it's not easy for me. Give me some time on that one." Sighing he dropped a kiss on her brow. "I'll must go and finish the repairs."

"I'll help, but I need my clothes" B'Elanna watched the conflicting thoughts racing through his mind. With a nod he headed out the door.

The forest was only slightly illuminated by the two moons that were on either side of the sky.  Forest creatures gurgled, screeched and hooted around in a symphony of sounds.  Chakotay sat in a small clearing, his medicine bundle open before him, his hands on the akoonah.

"A-Koo-chee-moya.  Far away from the bones of my people, I am calling the one being that guides me." Chakotay opened his eyes and he found himself sitting in the desert.  It was also night there, but there was a fire in front of him, and his father sat beside him.

"Father. I was calling for my guide, but it is good to see you."

"It is good to see you too son. She felt that I might be more help to you."

"She may be right." Chakotay sighed, then wearily turned to face his father fully.

"There is a woman, she is all, and she is everything.  But she brings things out of me that I don't know how to deal with." He shrugged helplessly at a loss, unable to explain something that he could not understand himself.

"Wonderful. Its about time."

Chakotay looked at his father in surprise. "You don't understand."

"Oh yes I do, more than you know.  I have often worried over your ability to control your stronger emotions.  I used to worry that one day, when it got too much and you exploded, if you would be able to live with the consequences.  But your mother, ah… your mother, she knew.  She knew that one day you would meet someone that would drag those feelings out of you.  She was right."

"You always treated my mother with care and tenderness.  Protected her.  B'Elanna will not accept the same from me.  I get a dose of her Klingon temper every time I try.  Its hurting her and I don't know how to stop."

"She is Klingon?  Perfect.  Strong, volatile and passionate.  I could not think of a better mate for you.  She will keep you on your toes.  I only wish I could meet her." He laughed joyfully. "But you are wrong about your mother. You do her a great disservice, and me by making her out to be less than she was.  She never needed protection.  She was strong and vital.  Chakotay, you were born to us late in life, we had been together for nearly twenty years before you were born.  By that time the fire and brimstone from our early marriage years had mellowed.  Though she still had a strong will, we had learned each other so well there was no more need for the explosions from before.  Believe me lad, we had many of those.  I still have the scars as mementos of the times I tried to impose my will over hers."

"I had no idea.  She was always so serene.  Maybe because I was seeing her out of a child's eyes, not as a man." Chakotay sighed.

"Let go Chakotay, it is time to stop thinking and simply feel.  Have no fear; you will not be able to overpower her.  She will not let you."  With those words he disappeared and Chakotay found himself once again sitting in the forest.

Moving around the cabin silently, Chakotay put his medicine bundle away.  The talk with his father had helped calm the demons of fear that plagued him, though not settled them completely.  Time could only do that.  B'Elanna lay sleeping on the bed, she had taken the time to turn their star ship shuttle bunks into a double bed.  A subtle message he had not caught until now.  Naked, he slipped into the bed.  As if by some instinct she turned to him, snuggling into his body.  Holding her close he let sleep claim him.

B'Elanna watched him from the doorway as he worked hunched over the console on the desk.  In the week since the attack she'd learnt him more than she had in a lifetime of friendship. Part of it was their bond of love, the other was that his every emotion was now so much easier to see.  His walls were almost totally gone.

"OK Chakotay, I've waited long enough.  Spit it out." She said as she stalked around the desk to sit on the edge.

"You're starting to scare me.  Am I that easy to read?" hedging the subject seemed like the best thing to do until he had his words nicely thought out.

"Only to me.  What gives?"

With a sigh he decided plunging in was his only option.

"I have a plan, but you won't like it." To give him credit, he only winced inwardly at the poor choice of words while he automatically cleared the space in front of him and, grasping her by the hips, slid her across to him.

"If I know you, and I think I do, I wont like it because it involves you going solo again doesn't it?"

Chakotay nodded, eyeing her carefully.  He still was never quite sure when that Klingon temper would get loose and she attacked.

"I want to get into the Borg camp, this time set up a few charges.  The whole place is riddled with gas pockets.  A few light charges, set at just the right places would make one hell of a bang."

To his surprise B'Elanna nodded, "You're right.  Take the fight to them, as we wouldn't survive another attack here. Go in Marquee style, rig a few explosives in the camp, booby trap the route out.  Good plan.  I am sure that we would be able to get in and out undetected if we move fast enough." With a pause she leaned forward until she was eyeball to eyeball with him. "The operative word here being WE.  We are in this together.  You, me, and the villagers.  Its time you started letting us do something too."

He sighed, watching her.  His heart bursting with the feelings just looking at her brought.  Love, tenderness and a healthy dose of lust.

"You're asking too much."

"No I am not.  I 'm asking you to stop pushing me behind you.  We have always stood side be side, in all the years in the marquee and all the time on Voyager.  Whatever we faced, we did it together, as a team.  Its what made us stronger.  Now, just because we are mated, you're trying to shield me, hold me back, and its not working.  Chakotay I love you, but if you don't stop treating me like a human, I am going to have to hurt you."

His expression went strange, eyes intense. "What?" His voice hoarse, "what did you say?" 

Understanding dawned and she sighed remorsefully.  How stupid and selfish she had been.  This gorgeous, warm, wonderful man had opened himself up to her from the first.  Showing her how he felt without any holds bared.  While she harboured her feelings inside, locking them back, refusing to give him more than she deemed safe. "Not just stupid, cowardly." She berated herself.

Taking his hand and slipping down onto his lap she kissed his palm softly.

"I love you.  It's hard for me to talk about all the sappy stuff, but that does not mean that I don't feel them.  You are everything, all and forever. Without you my life would be empty and without light."

It was like a damn had opened inside him, he grasped her, cuddling her as if she were the most fragile, precious thing in the universe.  His great body shook with emotion and he buried his face in her hair, breathing in the scent of her.

"I knew you cared, I just never allowed myself to hope that you would ever be able to say those words to me."

Then pulling back, he cupped her face in his hands and lost himself in her eyes. "Say it again, say it now!" He demanded.

B'Elanna smiled softly, letting all that was inside her shine through. "I love you Chakotay."

Pure bliss filled him and with a sigh of joy he lowered his mouth to hers.  The kiss sent her flying over the top, every nerve in her body went into overdrive, as his hands ran down her neck over her shoulders and landed on her breasts.  In seconds they were both fully aroused and trembling with impatience.  His eyes twin furnaces of fire and need while his busy hands tugged and pulled at her clothing until she sat there naked and shuddering.  The strong pull of his mouth on her breast shot straight to her lap, each tug answered there by a rapidly building ache.

"Hurry, faster! I need you inside me. Now!" Reason fled as she felt the heat surge through her, burning her blood.  Somewhere in the very back of her mind she knew it would always be like this between them.  Hot, hungry, an unquenchable fire. 

Tearing and ripping at their clothing until they were both naked.  She was sobbing, mindless with needs too strong to hold back, too powerful to control.  In one smooth move he lifted her and lowered her onto him.  Sheathed to the hilt, he groaned in agony at the hot wet feel of her muscles clamping around him.  Her first climax slammed into her, through her, bowing her back under its power while she rode him furiously up to the next peak.

There was no style, no finesse and no tenderness.  There was only now, only them.  Man and woman, and the undeniable need to bind themselves together with chains of fire and passion, and the need to become one.  Her muscles clenched around him, his seed poured into her and the bond was forged.  Fused by the heat of their love.

"I love you." The words cried out by both.

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To be continued…