The BLTS Archive- The Fantasy series: Reciprocation by Joanne Collins (luchenbackoutlaw@gmail.com) --- DISCLAIMER:  Everything you recognise belongs to Paramount/Viacom.  They keep refusing to come up with an. All original ideas and characters are the sole property of the author.   This is the...reciprocation story for Tom's tying Chakotay up in Wicked Game.  You didn't *really* think that Chak would let Tom get away with it, did you?  This story takes place soon after TLC. This one's for Kya, who suggested it.  Hopefully this will make up for How Do I Live. Sorry about the terribly original title, but I couldn't think of a better one. Don't bother looking for a plot, 'cause there isn't one.  Oh, and if you got this far and haven't realised yet, this is a slash story, and contains sex between two men. If you don't like it, or are under eighteen, leave now, I've warned you if you don't. --- A faint sensation.  Not tickling, not exactly...but what *was* it? Tom woke, slowly, realising that it wasn't a dream, whatever it was, he could still feel it. Wait a minute, that was *much* cooler than it should be.  He brushed a hand across his arm, and realised that he wasn't wearing his pyjama top.  Maybe he'd left it off last night? Then the hand brushed over his hip and he realised....he was naked.  He tried to open his eyes, and realised, he couldn't.  Or rather, that he could open his eyes, but he couldn't see. Gods, what was going on?  Had he been kidnapped, or taken off the ship? Where was Chakotay?  Panicked, suddenly, he tried to get up, and realised that he couldn't.  His ankles were tied together.  What now?  He felt something against his leg, and suddenly, he was free. Or at least his ankles were.  He was still blindfolded, so he couldn't really get up. Then, he felt the odd sensation again.  He'd felt this before, and not earlier...what *was* it?  Then he realised, and a slow, wicked smile stole across his face.  So, Chakotay had *finally* done it.  This was his "punishment" for tying Chakotay up while he was asleep that time. Chakotay had certainly bided his time, even to the point of setting this up.  He'd known this was coming, but Chakotay had said that he would be as shocked as Chakotay had been....well, almost.  He'd been a lot quicker on the uptake than his lover had been...but he'd had some preparation, whereas Chakotay had been completely taken by surprise. Tom felt the odd sensation stop, then he felt hands fumbling behind his head.  He was about to move his arms up to help, when he remembered, and he lay quietly, waiting for the scarf to be removed. He blinked as his eyes adjusted to the illumination of the cabin he shared with Chakotay, looking up at his lover, wanting to talk, but remembering the setup for this scenario. "No talking.  Not one word, Tom, or I stop.  I want to do this *my* way. You trust me not to hurt you in *any* way, don't you?" "As much as you did me, Chakotay.  I want to do this for you, as much as I wanted you to make *my* fantasy come true." Tom wondered, as he had before, why it was so important to Chakotay that he not talk. He had the impression that it was because he tended to hide behind words, so if he was unable to talk, he was unable to hide. Chakotay didn't seem to realise that Tom hid nothing from him now, not since that time when he'd been sick, and had *finally* realised what Chakotay had been trying to tell him. Chakotay had said, with a twinkle in his beautiful eyes, that moaning, and other sounds of pleasure were not included in his definition of talking, so that would be allowed. It was just as well.  Tom was going insane with need under Chakotay's careful, deliberate seduction.  The light, not-quite-tickling touches were making his nerve endings stand on end.  Tom looked up at his lover, who smiled reassuringly. "Tom, remember, if it gets to be too much...." Tom nodded, knowing that Chakotay was serious.  If he had *any* problem with what the older man was doing to him, all he had to do, literally, was speak up.  But he didn't think he'd be doing *that* any time soon, although his moans were almost constant now. Tom gasped, as Chakotay laid the feather, a replicated peacock feather, over his chest, then began stroking the whole feather over him. He felt the touch, so light, but completely unignorable, in every nerve ending, and couldn't suppress a moan. "Like that?" Chakotay asked, and Tom nodded, aware that even if he'd wanted to, he didn't think he was capable of speech right now.  Chakotay leaned down and planted a kiss on Tom's lips, light and teasing at first, but deepening it when Tom's lips opened, allowing his tongue to find it's way into Tom's mouth, to tangle with Tom's.  "So beautiful," the older man whispered, almost in awe. Chakotay was the one who was beautiful, Tom thought, but he couldn't give voice to that thought.  A part of his mind remembered the first time they'd been together, on the holodeck, and Chakotay's reaction to his leather outfit.  He much preferred to remember his lover in the faded jeans and check shirt he had worn.  Later, he had tied Chakotay up one morning, before he woke, and had.... introduced him to the delights of making love that way. Of course, he had introduced Chakotay to the other side of that pleasure as well, allowing himself to be tied to the bed that night.  Then there had been that incident with the planet that had had such awful conditions, when he'd become so ill, and Chakotay had taken such tender care of him, and he had realised the depth of his love for Chakotay, and Chakotay's love for him.  It still shocked him at times, but in a good way. Speaking of shocks....what *was* Chakotay doing now?  Tom couldn't hold back another heartfelt moan as Chakotay started kissing his neck.  He *loved* this, Chakotay knew just what to do to turn him into a quivering mass of nerve endings, but he never ever took advantage of it in any but a loving, teasing way.   He'd once told Tom that he loved his responsiveness, and Tom had become pensive. Chakotay hadn't let him get away with this, and had all but demanded an explanation for Tom's withdrawal. "I've been told that before," Tom said, quietly. "I'm not surprised.  It really is a beautiful sight." "So I was told...then." "Tom, what happened?  You can tell me. You can tell me anything, you know." "When I was sixteen, I had sex for the first time.  She was a little older than I was, seventeen, nearly eighteen, the daughter of one of my father's friends.  She told me that, too, that she loved my responsiveness, and what a good lover I was.  I was in love, for the first time, and I thought she felt the same way, although she never said the words.  Two weeks after we first had sex, and I use that term deliberately, Chakotay, I had my first exam for the Academy.  I was studying for it the day before in the Academy library, when I saw her come in.  I was about to stand up, thinking she'd tracked me down, when I saw her greet a guy who I didn't know.  Let's just say, it wasn't how you'd greet a friend or acquaintance.  Then they came and sat in the cubicle across from me.  I was hidden by the privacy screen.  He asked her, wasn't she seeing me, and she replied," Tom paled, even now, "I'm just having sex with Tom.  He's so young and unformed, it's great to be with someone who's never been with anyone else, and he's so responsive to everything I do to him. But there's no way I'm looking for anything long-term with him." Chakotay had wondered what the girl had been thinking. "Thank you, Chakotay.  Well, I told her the next time I saw her that I didn't want to see her any more, and she put up very little, if any, protest.  But, I love the reason I told her I was leaving.  I told her that I'd found someone else, which she thought was okay, until I told her it was another guy.  She just about exploded, wanting to know how I could leave her for a guy.  Strangely enough, two days later, I met Julian."  Chakotay nodded, Tom had told him about his first relationship with a man, Julian had been a medical student. It had been another instance of Chakotay's realising how little Tom knew of love, although apparently he had been very happy with Julian, that relationship dying a natural death through separate postings after the Academy. Tom came back to the moment when Chakotay began licking and sucking at his nipples, while moving the feather over his erection. Tom bucked his hips, trying to increase the pressure, and Chakotay chuckled, moving a hand down to wrap it around Tom's arousal. Tom's moans increased in volume, as Chakotay moved his hand over Tom, coaxing the orgasm out of his body, fingers stroking, feather moving over his chest, mouth nipping and biting at Tom's neck, until Tom tensed and came into that stroking, teasing hand. Then everything went black.... Soon after, Tom came back to himself, smiling at his lover, lying beside him. "So," Tom whispered, "What can I do for you?" "Whatever you want.  Tom, that was...amazing.  Better than I imagined." "It was.  I had no idea it could be like that, 'Kotay.  It was...." Tom trailed off. "I know." "I love you.  It means more to me than you'll ever know, having you in my life." "It's the same for me, Tom.  I never thought I'd be able to find this kind of love with anyone.  The closest I ever thought I came was with Seska, and you know how *that* turned out." "Chakotay, I'm not about to turn out to be a Cardassian spy!" "I know.  It's just....she *really* disillusioned me. I think that's why I never did anything about the feelings I had for Kathryn, it just wasn't right at the time." "Well, I always thought it'd be you and her, and that I was just...scum to you.  I know you changed you mind about that, but I never thought that we'd *ever* be more than friends. I think she's happy now, though.  Who'd have ever expected her and *B'Elanna* to find each other?" "I would, actually." "Really?" "Oh, yeah.  They have *way* too much in common, under that different surface.  Kind of like you and me." Understanding dawned. "Oh, now I get it." "Good.  Mmmmm," Tom was kissing him, gently at first, then more passionately. Chakotay abandoned himself to Tom, who took full advantage of it, rolling the bigger man onto his back, covering his body with his, kissing him deeply, grinding his renewed erection against his lover, thrusting in the rhythm that never failed to bring both to orgasm, then coming with a shout of pleasure, Chakotay thrusting up once more and coming with a softer cry, in his native language. "That's beautiful," Tom said, "What does it mean?" "Well, there's no one Standard word, but the loose translation is "My forever love,"" Chakotay blushed. Tom just smiled, and pulled his lover close to him. --- The End