The BLTS Archive- Sore
by Suz Voy (suzvoy@tesco.net)

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Obligitory Disclaimer: Paramount own them...snigger.

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B'Elanna was going to kill him.

He had thought that particular phrase over a dozen times since
they'd become lovers but he had never believed it with such
certainty until today.

Tom woke on the floor of the Delta Flyer, feeling moist and sore
in places that had no business feeling so. The magnitude of the
situation hit him with just about the impact that B'Elanna's fist
would hit him if she found out: he was in deep shit.

A masculine hand grabbed his chin from above and angled his head
to the left. Tom found his gaze latching onto Kashyk's. The older
man smiled. "You have quite an expression on your face. One
I've seen a few times before, but usually when I'm arresting
someone. Not after we've had sex."

That confirmed it then. Groaning, he pulled his head out of
Kashyk's hand and sat up. The Devore remained lying where he was,
resting his elbow on the floor and his face on his hand. His eyes
appraised the Ensign as he stumbled to his feet.

Tom rubbed his face. What the hell had happened last night? Okay,
he *knew* what had happened, but how did it happen? Maybe he was
drugged, maybe he was drunk...

Keep telling yourself that.

B'Elanna was going to kill him.

And the Captain! Weren't she and Kashyk..?

Hell, he didn't know anything anymore.

"This wasn't your first time with a man."

Ignoring Kashyk's comment, Tom searched about for any item of
clothing. After a thankfully short amount of time he found his
trousers under the seat at the rear of the Flyer that was usually
occupied by Seven. He bent over to tug them on and cover himself
but before he could Kashyk appeared and pulled them out of his
hands.

"What are you-"

"Do you know how insulting it is to ignore someone?"

Tom crossed him arms over his chest, arrogance coming to the
fore. "Oh, excuse me for hurting your sensitive feelings.
I'm sure that's what you were worried about last night when we
had sex on the floor."

"No, what I was worried about was how compatible we were
going to be. You're quite a bit different from a Devore
male."

"I'd noticed," Tom spat, reaching to grab the trousers.

Kashyk stepped back. "I'm sure you also noticed that I
needn't have worried." He continued stepping back as Tom
kept trying to grab the clothing. "You were very good."

Pausing, Tom closed his eyes briefly and shook his head before
forcing his eyes open. He did *not* want to remember how good it
had been. He was pointedly keeping his thoughts away from that
particular Pandora's box. "Just give me the god-damned
trousers!"

The Devore smiled. "You didn't answer my question."

"Yes, I've had sex with a man before, okay?"

"Thank you," he responded smugly, before throwing the
clothing at the ensign.

Grabbing them, Tom quickly pulled them on and felt immeasurably
relieved.

"So who was he?" Kashyk asked as he sat on a chair and
absently pulled on his clothes.

Tom retrieved his undershirt from the replicator. How the hell
had that gotten there? "None of your business."

"But Tom," he said sarcastically "I'd like to
know-"

Kashyk's smugness had grated over the last Paris nerve. He
whirled towards him, clenching his top in his hand. "You'd
like to know what? How many people one of your conquests slept
with? It was with someone in prison - did you know that? That I'm
officially an outlaw?" He stalked towards him. "Does it
please you to know that you fucked a criminal?"

Slowly standing, Kashyk lifted a hand and grabbed Tom's chin. The
human was so outraged that he didn't move. Speaking with
surprising softness, Kashyk answered. "No. It pleases me
that you fucked me and you enjoyed it."

Tom almost believed him. And then the Devore smiled. Yanking his
head out of his grasp as he had earlier, he pulled back the hand
that still held the shirt and punched him on the face.

He saw the punch coming. He didn't even try to avoid it.

Half-dressed, Kashyk landed on the floor, wincing only slightly
from the impact.

The shirt Tom had been holding landed next to the chair.
"Mother fucker!" He yelled, fury pulsing through him.

Laughing, Kashyk angled his sore face around to look at the man
standing over him. "And that's the only thing you like about
me."

Reaching down, Tom grabbed the other man and pulled him to his
feet. All he had to do was deny it. The words wouldn't emerge.

Kashyk smiled.

Fury once again coursing through his body, Tom slammed him
against the wall of the Flyer and pulled his pants down.

B'Elanna was going to kill him.

He did it anyway.
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The End