I've actually got the final chapter of this fic almost finished, but I didn't want it to be over so I wrote this little scene to go in before it. It's just a little smut session really, so enjoy!
Chakotay:
Tom commed me earlier today and set up a date for us on the holodeck! A real date! This is the first time that he has ever initiated a date for us, and I'm so glad he is finally make a spontaneous move of his own. It's a holodeck program he wrote himself for us, which makes me feel special. Maybe this relationship really is going somewhere after all!
Outside the holodeck I smooth down my casual clothes – I'm not in uniform tonight. I run a hand over my hair and pull down my cuffs. Then I realize I'm being ridiculous and stop fussing. I walk onto the holodeck and I'm struck dumb. I've never actually been to this place before, but I've heard about it. Beaches, lots of semi-naked people strolling around, the place is uncomfortably warm – is this Risa?
I wander over to the bar and gorgeous and far too young for me girl hands me a drink. This is the holodeck, so it is a mocktail of course, and she puts a ridiculous garland of flowers around my neck. Sigh. It's very cliched. I'm surprised Tom went for something so obvious, but if this is what he likes, well, I'm not going to criticize. I suppose I shouldn't have expected subtlety from someone whose idea of literature includes Captain Proton.
I lean on the bar and wait for Tom to arrive. I wonder what he has in mind for our date. Will he be wearing a suit and wanting to go for a long romantic dinner, dancing and a long night of pleasure together? That's what this setting suggests. Or maybe he has in mind something more active? A game of beach volleyball and a swim? He didn't give me a clue what to expect, he's planned it all as a surprise. I can hardly wait.
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Tom:
It has been a month since our "dinner date" in Chakotay's quarters when we talked about holodeck pretend dates. I've left it as long as I dared – to be honest I've been trying not to think about Chakotay when he's not directly in front of me. I know he expects some kind of holodeck "scene" but I can't be bothered to think of anything. I've been totally taken up with Harry and trying to be discreet.
Anyway, I realized that it has been a month already – shit, where did the time go? I quickly commed Chakotay and set up a holodeck date for tonight. I didn't have time to program anything new so I just got out one of the standard "romance novels" and fancied it up with a few quick personalization touches. I had a glance over the storyline – pretty bog-standard. I'm supposed to be some kind of "damsel in distress" and Chakotay gets to come to my rescue as the big bold hero, and then in gratitude I fall at his feet and we have sex. Basic stuff, but pretty damn effective if you work it right – which I will.
I dress in my best "walking sex" outfit: tight black jeans, crisp white shirt open at the front and bare feet. (Makes it easier to get the pants off quickly if you don't have to fuss with shoes and socks.) I presume he knows that Risa is all about playing games and making fantasies come true. I plan to act my heart out – this is kind of the fun part of the job. I'll scream and cry and carry on and work off some of the angst I've been accumulating over the past month. I think it will be cathartic.
I arrive at the holodeck just before our "appointment". I'm not going to dignify what I do with Chakoray with the title of a "date". I walk through the Risa scene to the gardens. It's a bit corny but I don't have time to write a whole new program. I check the additional corner I've programmed. Two benches in a secluded garden, perfect. I set an alert just outside the gate so I'll know when Chakotay arrives. I don't know how long it will take him to get here from the bar and I want the scene to be at exactly the right stage when he "discovers" us.
I look over my quick and dirty hologram of Lt. Ayala. Technically it is illegal to create holograms of Starfleet officers, but I couldn't resist. A little touch of home for Chakotay, to see one of his own crew attacking me. Should bring back some memories for him. He can't talk much more than a small script that I've given him but I don't think that will matter. I doubt he'll get to say much before Chakotay comes to my "rescue". It's been a while since I've let my acting range run to the limit – in a weird way I'm looking forward to it. I'm sure I haven't lost my touch.
I make Ayala sit on the bench and arrange his clothes and my own. I kneel down in front of him, and I'm ready. All I need is for Chakotay to walk in.
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Chakotay:
Where is Tom anyway? I've been at the bar for a good fifteen minutes now and I can't see him anywhere. I don't think I was that early. I hope I'm not in the wrong place. I decide to wander down towards the beach. Maybe he's found a quiet little spot for us to do some skinny dipping or something. I think it would have been better if he'd left me a message at the bar, but whatever.
I start down the little pebbled path towards the beach, when my attention is attracted by voices coming from one of the little garden alcoves. There is an archway of leaves leading to a secluded spot with a marble bench for sitting – the perfect place for a lover's tryst. I can hear Tom's voice, but also someone else. Is he talking to one of the holograms? I frown to myself as I realize that Tom's voice is pitched higher than usual. He's agitated or upset. I stop just outside the garden gate and listen.
"No, please don't! Leave me alone!"
A deep male voice answers roughly, and I can feel the hairs on my neck rise as I recognize the voice. That is Lieutenant Ayala! As another Maquis he should know better than to impinge on my territory. Then my spine gets a chill as I hear what he is saying and the import of his words sinks fully into my consciousness.
"You little whore! You've been sucking off the Commander for over a month and now it's time to share yourself around. I've been patiently waiting my turn but I've had enough, so get down on your knees and show me what that pretty mouth of yours is good for. I'd like to see you choking on my cock, and that will stop you making any smart-arse comments. You better get it nice and wet because that's the only lube you're getting before it goes up your ass."
I make an involuntary fist and burst into the garden scene to see a nightmare being acted out in front of me. Lieutenant Ayala is sitting on another of the garden benches. His fly is open and he is forcing Tom's head down towards his engorged dick! Tom's face is streaked with tears and his shirt is ripped. He seems to have lost his shoes somewhere too, because his feet are bare.
Even as I storm across the garden towards them, Ayala's eyes roll back into his head as Tom takes him all the way into his mouth. Tom seems to be crying silently, with tears pouring down his cheeks as Ayala's erection is forced into his mouth. Ayala's hips thrust as he fucks Tom's face, so he doesn't see my fist approaching until I catch him under the jaw. I hit him hard enough that he crashes backwards off the bench and appears to be knocked unconscious. I couldn't care less.
I rush over to pick Tom up off the ground. He is sniffling and trying to pull together his ripped shirt. He looks up at me through tears, and his blue eyes have never looked more gorgeous and adoring than they do at this moment. I feel incredibly protective towards him as I gently scoop him up in my arms and settle him on my lap on the bench.
He throws his arms around my neck and says, "Oh God, Chakotay, I'm so glad you arrived just in time! I was waiting for you here in the garden when he came in and started saying horrible things about us, about you! And then he tried to kiss me, and when I refused he grabbed me and ripped my shirt and forced his tongue into my mouth. Then he pushed me down on my knees and he wanted me to… Oh God, Chakotay, he wanted to rape me!" He broke down into sobs and was unable to speak any more.
I gathered him in my arms and rubbed his back and rocked him and tried to think of something reassuring to say. "Darling, it's OK now. You're OK. I'm here and I'll protect you. Let's forget about the holodeck and go straight back to my quarters." He nods eagerly, and I call for a site to site transport.
We arrive in my quarters with him still sitting in my lap. He relaxes into my arms, and I realize that I was right to take him away from that awful scene. I whisper in his ear, "Are you OK? Would you like a drink?"
He sits up and runs his hands through his hair. "Yeah, a stiff drink would be great." He seems to be recovering from his ordeal. I replicate a beer and give it to him. He takes a deep swallow and sighs letting his head fall back against the couch.
I'm torn. He looks so tired and traumatized. I want to take him in my arms and comfort him but I'm not sure that would be the best thing to do. Maybe we should reschedule for another night? Not a holodeck date, I don't think. Spirits, I don't know how this could have happened. The safeties must have been off. Although, come to think of it, I don't know if there is a holodeck safety switch-off for a rape scene. I'll have to write one. I only know a little about holoprogramming, but I don't want to ask for Tom to do this. He seems wrecked enough right now. I'll let him go back to his quarters and have a shower. I think he'd prefer that.
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Tom:
The scene went off beautifully. Chakotay came in spot on the moment when I was deep-throating the Ayala hologram and he went ape-shit and knocked him out in one punch. I'd forgotten that Chakotay boxes – it was a nice punch, I've gotta admit.
Then he tried to comfort me, and I climbed into his lap and I was just squirming and gearing up for some nice "my hero" sex, when he suddenly changed his mind. It just about gave me mental whiplash, but he called for a site-to-site transport to his quarters. Shit. If he didn't want to do a holodeck scene why did he tell me he did?
The ending of the scene is a total anticlimax. As the adrenaline rushes out of me I feel limp and weak. God. I was just gearing up for a long acting scene and some more crying and letting him comfort me and now it's all cut short. Ah well, the customer is always right. We can have regular sex in his quarters if he prefers that after all.
I must not be hiding my frustration as well as I thought. He asks me quietly, "Are you OK? Would you like a drink?"
"Yeah, a stiff drink would be great." I sit up straighter and try to pull myself together – the scene might be over, but the night isn't. I'm exhausted though, and not in the mood any more. Shit. As if I'm ever in the mood to let Chakotay fuck me.
I take a long swallow of the beer. It's the real stuff. Nice. I sigh as I feel the burn of real alcohol entering my system. It's been a long time but the problem with being an alcoholic is that you never forget. If I can convince Chakotay to get me another beer I'll be relaxed enough for him to fuck me any way he wants.
Then he really does surprise me. "You look wrecked. Do you want to go back to your quarters for a shower?"
What? Is he going to let me off after all? Might as well take him up on his offer. If he doesn't want to fuck me tonight after all, I'm certainly not going to talk him into it. "Yeah, I'm pretty done up actually. Would you mind if I went?"
"It's probably for the best."
Shit. I have no idea what he means by that. I smile, pull my shirt together (pull my shit together) and leave. It's still early. Maybe Harry will be awake?
I leave Chakotay to whatever it is that he wants to do tonight after all and set off in search of Harry, and comfort.
One more chapter to go! It's nearly done and I hope to have it up by the end of the week. As always, reviews are love! And if you want more than one more chapter of this you'd better request it before I put up the ending!