The BLTS Archive- Missing Scenes:
Resistance
by Joanne Collins (luchenbackoutlaw@gmail.com)

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Disclaimer:  All three of these lovely men belong to Paramount and
not to me.

I thought it might be a good idea to write a PWP in this genre before
I take the plunge and try to write a long m/m/m story.

Warning:  This is written just to see if I can write a plausible m/m/m
scene.  There is absolutely *no* plot whatsoever.  Well, beyond the
couple of paragraphs of setup.  There's also some mushy
sentimental stuff, but no one who knows my writing will be in the
least surprised <g>.

This story is slash, and contains consensual sex between three men.
Don't read if that offends you or if you're under eighteen.

May be archived at R'Rain's archive, the ASC archive and on the
CPSG and PKSP archives ONLY.  Please do not distribute
elsewhere.  No downloading or printing other than for personal use,
but you may pass this along to friends.

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Chakotay looked pensive.  He hadn't really wanted to send Tom to
the planet below, but it had been necessary to save Captain
Janeway, and he prayed that they'd get him back.  He had to tell him
how he felt.  

"Spirits," he whispered, "I thought that I'd have all the time I
needed. I was going to approach him before that utter mess with Seska,
but I couldn't then.  And now he might..."

"Commander?"  The voice was quiet, not wanting to disturb him.
It was Harry Kim, standing at the door of the ready room, unsure if
he'd be welcome.  Chakotay tried to smile, motioning the younger
man inside, but being woefully unable to hide his expression.

"Commander, is something wrong?  Are you concerned about
Captain Janeway?"

"No...well, yes, but that's not what's on my mind.  And what is on
yours, Ensign Kim?"

"Commander, what is it, then?  You can tell me. I won't repeat it."

Chakotay looked at Harry, thinking how sweet he was, how kind.  He
hadn't had much of a chance to get to know the Ensign, and
wondered if that might have been because he felt that the younger
man was too close to Tom.  Harry had accepted Tom from the
beginning, unlike himself.  But Chakotay knew that he could trust
Harry.

"It's Tom.  I'm...concerned about him."

Harry's face fell.  Chakotay had never understood that expression
until this moment, but it was the only word to describe the young
man's expression.

"What is it, Harry?"  Softly.

"I knew it.  I kept hoping against hope that it wasn't true, that I
had a chance, but I knew it."

"Knew what?"

"Knew that you and Tom would eventually realise that all of that
tension between you was more than just anger.  And that I'd lose any
chance I had with either of you."

"*Either* of us?"

"Gods, Commander-"

He interrupted him.  "Chakotay."

"Chakotay.  The first moment I saw Tom, I wanted him. It took me
longer to fall in love with him, but it happened.  I think it happened
when he was accused of murder. And you...at first I thought that it
was just hero-worship, you know, or a crush, something I'd get over.
Then when you nearly died, when the Kazon took you...that was
when I realised that I loved you both.  But I knew that I had no
chance with you.  I thought you were in love with Captain Janeway,
and that you'd never look at me. Tom though, I thought maybe...but
now that you've admitted to your feelings for Tom,  I know that I've
got no chance with either of you.  How could I compete with either of
you?"

Chakotay looked at the young man seated across from him, and it
finally hit him. The *real* reason he'd never done anything about his
complicated feelings for Tom.  It *wasn't* just the beautiful pilot
that he wanted, it was also this beautiful young man.

"Harry," Chakotay began, not sure how to begin, "Maybe...maybe
you won't need to compete.  I don't know how Tom would feel about
this...I don't know how *I* feel about it exactly, but...I think that
it's not just Tom for me either.  I think that it's both of you."

Harry looked....stunned was the only word.  "Com-Chakotay?
Are...are you sure?"

"More sure the more I look at you.  I don't know how I missed it
before now."

"Chakotay, the things you've had to deal with, I'm surprised that you
had the chance to realise how you felt about Tom, let alone me,"
Harry smiled shyly.

Chakotay moved around the desk, pulling the younger man into his
arms, and kissed him deeply.  Harry responded eagerly, pushing his
tongue into Chakotay's mouth to taste the sweetness within.  Harry
moved a hand between them, searching for Chakotay's growing
arousal.  Chakotay pulled back, gently.

"Not yet, Harry.  Not until Tom's here too."

"All right," Harry agreed, reluctantly disengaging himself from
Chakotay's embrace, and moving away from him, walking out to his
usual bridge station.  

Soon after, the away team and the missing crew members were
retrieved from the planet below.  Captain Janeway and Tuvok were
confined to Sickbay overnight, "just in case" as The Doctor said,
B'Elanna went straight back to Engineering, and Tom Paris came to
Harry Kim's quarters as soon as Harry got back there after shift.

"Tom!"  Harry exclaimed in surprise, he hadn't been expecting him.
He and Chakotay hadn't even thought of a plan to get the three of
them together in the same room, let alone how to tell Tom of their
feelings for him.

"Hey, Harry.  Want to join me for a game of pool?"

An idea struck Harry.

"Tom, you know how bad I am at pool, I'm not exactly competition for
you.  Why don't we have Commander Chakotay join us?"

Tom looked suprised, but agreed easily enough.  It wasn't exactly
usual for Harry to suggest something like this, but it had happened
often enough for Tom not to think it unusual.  He and Chakotay had
been getting along much better lately...he thought it had started
after that situation with the Kazon...the Kazon-Ogla, not the
Kazon-Nistrim, he mentally corrected himself.  He'd realised then
how he felt about Chakotay.  That had been a surprise.  Oh, not that
he wanted the Indian, *that* had been a constant from the moment
they met, but Seska had made certain that *everyone* knew where
Chakotay spent his nights during the time Tom had spent with the
Maquis.  And of course Tom had been captured only a few weeks
after he had joined the rebel group.  But when Chakotay had asked
for a code white resuscitation, he'd realised...he didn't want to take
*any* risks with Chakotay.  Thank the gods that it had been
unnecessary.

Then there had been Harry...he'd truly thought that it was only
friendship at first, and nothing more. But then he'd realised
that his feelings for Harry ran much deeper.  So now he didn't know
who he wanted, and who he would have to give up.  If there was
even a possibility for a chance with Chakotay, he wanted to explore
the possibility.  And Harry...would he even think of Tom that way?  Or
any man?  Harry had commed Chakotay during the time Tom had been
thinking this, and had also discovered that the holodeck was free. The
two young men walked out of Tom's cabin, taking the turbolift to the
holodeck Sandrine's usually ran on.

Chakotay was waiting for them, sipping a holographic beer.  He
offered the younger men a drink from the pitcher in front of him, and
they accepted eagerly.  Harry quietly ordered the privacy lock, and
started a music subroutine.  Chakotay and Tom began a leisurely
game, talking easily, keeping Harry abreast of the conversation.  

Tom nearly missed a shot when Chakotay asked him if he'd ever
been involved sexually with another man, but recovered, then
answered.

"Yes...there was someone at the Academy.  Another pilot."  Tom
didn't appear to be willing to offer more information than that, and
Chakotay didn't press.  He asked Harry the same question instead.

"Yes.  Before Libby.  Also at the Academy.  Think it's something in
the water?" he asked Tom, smiling impishly.

"I don't know.  What about you Commander?"

Chakotay admitted that he also had been involved with a fellow cadet
at the Academy.  He didn't mention the name of the cadet, although
he was sure that at least Tom would recognise Will Riker's name.

"But I don't think that it's so much that we were at the Academy,"
Chakotay said, consideringly, "It's more likely that that was the time
that we first really had the chance to explore other options.  From
what you tell me Tom, your father would have been appalled at the
very idea.  And Harry, your parents wouldn't even consider the
possibility, I suppose.  I know that I never considered it until I met
my lover.  And of course, perhaps it was just a case of meeting the
right person."

"I know it was for me," and Tom's face glowed with the memories of
remembered passion and love.

"Have you ever heard of someone being involved with more than
one person...of the same sex, at once?" Harry asked, seemingly
casually.

"Sure.  It happens on occasion in Starfleet.  Especially with people
serving on the same ship, in deep space.  You know, I once heard a
rumour...you know about James T. Kirk and Spock, right?"

The other men nodded in answer to Tom's question, the love affair
between the legendary Captain Kirk and his First Officer was almost
as legendary as some of the exploits of that crew.

"Well...it's not common knowledge, but there were actually three
parties in that relationship.  The third was the ship's Doctor,
Leonard McCoy.  He's an Admiral now, and rumour has it that he and
Spock are still bonded."

Harry and Chakotay were fascinated by this tidbit of Starfleet
history, but both were much more interested in other things at the
moment.  Chakotay took charge, knowing that Harry would die of
embarassment if he were asked to.

"Tom..." he faltered, not knowing the right words, and instead, pulled
the blonde into his arms, seeking, searching for his lips, claiming
them in a passionate kiss.  Tom responded, he could do nothing
else in Chakotay's arms, with the other man's lips on his...then his
brain cleared enough to wonder...what about Harry?  Then he felt
another pair of arms come around him, and lips nibbling at the back
of his neck.

Tom struggled a little, enough to get the two men to pull back a
little, and he asked, "So, what's all this, then?"

"Isn't it obvious?"  Chakotay asked, between kisses to Tom's neck.

"You never struck me as the naive type, Tom," Harry contributed,
moving his hands to Tom's uniform fastenings.

"But...both of you?"

"We realised how we both felt earlier.  How do you feel about it?"
Chakotay asked, realising as he did that he and Harry hadn't actually
asked Tom that question, they'd just started to seduce him. Not that
he'd put up much resistance, but still....

"I'm...totally overwhelmed.  I had no idea...you both want me?"

"No," Harry replied.

"No?"

"We both *love* you Tom.  We want to have a relationship.  The
three of us."

Tom couldn't reply.  He was too overwhelmed.  This was something
that he'd never dared to allow himself to dream could happen. But it
was happening.

Chakotay and Harry smiled at each other over Tom's shoulder, and
resumed their sensual assault.

Tom gasped, loving what was happening, but knowing that here
wasn't exactly the place.

"Hey, I want this, really, but there must be somewhere else...more
conducive to what we want to do?"

"My cabin?"  Chakotay suggested.

"I had...somewhere else in mind. Computer, run program Paris Beta
Two."  

Sandrine's vanished, to be replaced by a room decorated completely in
white.  There was a huge four-poster bed that would accommodate half
the crew of Voyager, thought Harry, irrelevantly. 

Somehow, the three men were naked, now, skin touching skin, Tom
kissing Chakotay, Chakotay kissing Harry, Harry kissing Tom, in
every combination possible.

"You're both so beautiful," Tom whispered, placing gentle kisses on
bronzed and golden skin.  He was answered by equally gentle kisses
on his fair skin.

"How does this work?"  Harry asked.

"Come here," Tom said, and kissed him gently, aligning his hips with
Harry's so that their erections were touching.  Harry gasped and
began moving with Tom's gentle thrusts.

Chakotay smiled, and fumbled in the drawer next to the bed.  Tom
had indicated to him to do that, and he found a small tube.
Squeezing some lubricant onto his fingers, he kissed Harry, whose
face was contorted with pleasure, then began exploring Tom's
opening, moving a slick finger inside him, adding a second, then a
third, twisting them inside him, opening him.  Tom gasped at the twin
sensations.  Harry kissing him, Chakotay preparing him for entry.
Then Chakotay removed his fingers, positioning Tom so that he
could be inside him.  "Are you all right?"  he asked.

"I will be when you're inside me, Chakotay."

Chakotay smiled, kissed him, then very slowly entered him. Tom
gasped as he felt Chakotay's heated erection slide inside him, Harry
thrusting against him, his lips moving over Tom. Chakotay began
kissing the back of Tom's neck and shoulders, and started thrusting
into him.  Tom gasped, and gently bit Harry on the shoulder.  Harry
shuddered, and came, screaming.

Chakotay continued moving in and out of Tom, moving a hand to
capture his erection as Harry collapsed beside Tom.  Tom came,
calling both men's names, and his contractions around Chakotay
triggered the older man's release.  He exploded deep inside Tom,
biting his neck as he came, then gently withdrew from his lover.

"Wow," Tom said.

"Yes," agreed Harry, sleepily.

"Incredible," Chakotay added.

"I've never..."

"You think we have?" Chakotay asked.

"I love you both," Tom whispered, almost asleep.  But awake enough
to hear the last thing said that ngiht.

"We love you, Tom."  Simultaneous.

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The End