The BLTS Archive- Love Hurts: Holiday Style
by Karen (CP4Karen@aol.com)

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Disclaimer: Paramount owns them. I imply no copyright
infringement.

c1998 Karen

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"Chakotay?"

Anxious to get the last of the yearly evaluations out the way,
the older man kept working.

"Yeah, baby?"

"I'll be back in a couple of hours.  I left your sandwich on the
table."

"What time will--  Tommy, you're not leaving our quarters like
that!"

Tom nervously pulled on the hem of his fur trimmed red leather
skirt, knowing that it was hopeless to do so.  He stood quietly as his
spouse circled him; silently taking in the ankle-high black leather
stilettos, the black fishnet stockings with the holly berry garters,
and the skin-tight fur trimmed red leather vest-- 

--and the perfect creamy ass peeking below the fur trim.  Chakotay
growled.  Twisting his red 'elf' cap in his hands, Tom finally spoke.

"Cha, you knew that I would have to dress up to help Kathryn hand
out the gifts at the ChanuPrixSolstmas party tonight.  Why are you so
upset?"  Tom picked at the fur cuffs adorning his gloves.

The older man ignored the blast of blinding lust that set his balls to
vibrating like a set of maracas.  He *would* talk calmly to his baby.

"You're not leaving these quarters without your panties!" 
//So much for calm.// 

Tom's beautiful blue eyes were filled with tears.  Chakotay's eyes
were filled with remorse.  His briefs were filled with pre-cum.

"Kat said that panties would detract from the holiday mood, Sweetie,
and that this G-string would work just fine.  She made it a direct
order.  Cha, she busted me back to ensign just for taking the Delta
Flyer for a joyride.  Think what she'd do for this!!"

Chakotay rubbed the growing furrow between his eyes.  They'd had
this conversation before.

"Baby, you threatened to blow up the refineries.  That's pretty
serious.
I had to have sex with her to keep her from jettisoning you out of a
torpedo tube.  Sex, Tommy!  With a woman!"

Tom cringed.  Het sex was *not* in his spouse's repertoire. Few had
known that Seska was actually a transvestite and that Cullah had been
a very ugly woman. 

"Cha honey, I wasn't really going to blow it up, just scare them a
little.  You know how I hate loud noises."

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Neelix bustled around the galley making last minute changes to the
garnish trays.  Tuvok sat on a stool in the corner, watching his
lovebug
happily prepare for the party.

//What a stud.//

Quietly rubbing his somewhat distended belly where their twins,
Tu'Nee and Vok'Lix grew, Tuvie sighed with the contentment only
the pregnant know.

"Neelie, I want to thank you for allowing me to carry the twins.  It
means so much to me to finally get in touch with my feminine side."

Neelix lightly chuckled and dropped a kiss onto his Mr. Vulcan's
outie belly button.

"I was pleased that the surgery worked.  The Doctor truly created a
work of art when he took your extra, uh... you know and turned it
into a...you know."

"I believe the words that you are searching for, Beloved, are rectum
and vagina."

"Uh, yes, <wheeze>...anyway, it was the Doctor that really made it
all possible."

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Kathryn adjusted B'Elanna's harness and patted her on her brown
fur clad bottom.  Seven swatted at her velour antlers and began to
pout.  Sighing, Janeway crossed to where the blonde was perched
and kissed her.  Gesturing for the pair to stand side by side, Captain
Santa assessed her 'reindeer'.

"Kathryn, why can't we wear tee-shirts under these harnesses?  The
buckles pinch my nipples." 

Janeway cut off a moan and shook her head.  "I have this scene
scripted
exactly the way I want it.  Nothing can be changed.  Seven baby? Your
tail is riding up."

The ex-Borg adjusted her brown fur bikini bottom and turned for
further inspection.

Kathryn smiled.  "Perfect, girls.  It's show time."

---

The crowd was suitably awed by the holodeck.  A fascinating
combination
of festive holiday decorations and bondage. 

Harry and Vorie had placed their matching silver restraint ornaments
on
the tree. Arm and arm, they waited patiently to sit on Santa's lap. 
The
Delaney twins strolled by with plates loaded with latkes covered with
sour cream and cranberry sauce.  Harry shuddered at the thought and
then again as his lover casually caressed his cock.

"Punkin, let's skip Santa.  I've already got what I really wanted for
Christmas anyway..."

Vorie smoothed a lock of so-blond hair out of his lover's eyes and
nodded.  Taking hold of his Lamb's hips, he pulled him out of line
and into the '3 for a credit' photo booth.  The curtains closed on
a gasp of passion.

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"Chakotay, Kathryn is going to be so pissed if I don't show up!"

The younger man sighed in frustration as his lover maneuvered him
slowly into the bedroom.

"I happen to know that Geron and Ayala will be dressed as elves too.
And she'll have her reindeer to assist also."  Chakotay stood Tom
next to the bed, and placed a finger over his lips when Tommy tried
to speak.

"Shhh.  You know the more I think about it, the more I wonder.  I saw
Gerrie and Greg's outfits.  They didn't have skirts.  Why just you?"

Tom raised his eyebrows and received a nod.

"Kat has seen me in a skirt before.  I played Aphrodite in the
Eros Club all-male rendering of 'The Birth of Hercules'."

Chakotay groaned as his throbbing cock recalled the performance.

"Gods, Baby.  I don't suppose you still have that little toga number
that you wore, do you?"

Tom grinned.  "As a matter of fact, I do.  I also have the diaper from
the last New Year's Eve party when I played 'Baby New Year'."

Chakotay groaned anew and carefully eased his pants down over the
crown of his glory.  Kicking the rest of the way out of his clothes,
the older man walked over and knelt before his favorite 'elf'. 

"I think we'll leave those stockings on, Baby.  They're pretty hot,"
Chakotay growled as he slipped his lover's boots off.

Tom began to remove his gloves slowly, running the fur trim across
the other man's nipples before tossing them on the dressing table.
Chakotay stayed on his knees, idly running his hands up and down
the backs of the long, slender legs before him; occasionally moving
high enough to clench the warm firm globes of succulent flesh and
then caress a certain warm cleft.

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Kathryn watched the last few diehard party goers conga around the
banquet table.  The party had been a definite hit, but her mind was
on her AWOL elf.  In her heart, she knew that Chakotay had quashed
her clothing 'suggestions', but she had at least expected a token
appearance by the pair.  A warm, wet tongue in her left ear woke
her from her musings.  Ah, yes.  It was time to get her reindeer back
to the stables and put to bed....

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Tuvie and Neelie walked arm in arm down the corridor.  The party
had been wonderful, and Sam Wildman had surprised them with
an impromptu baby shower.  Tuvie still carried the two foot stuffed
targ from B'Elanna under one arm.

Neelie smiled.  He would take *all* his babies home and tuck them
in. He had re-established his family line when he had taken a mate,
and soon his clan would double.

Life was good.

---

Chakotay eased the last button out of its hole and slid the vest down
the silky arms in front of him.  Tom shivered delicately and his
nipples tightened as they were touched by the cooler air. Pulling the
slender body tight against his, the older man reached around to
unfasten
the red leather skirt.  Feeling the fastener give, he lifted his
spouse
and placed him across the bed.

Chakotay stepped back to take in the vision before him.

Starting with the corona of silky red-gold hair, he visually caressed
the younger man.  Sparkling blue eyes framed by long lashes were set
in a frame of flushed satin skin.  The rosy lips were parted and a
hint of more teased him as just the tip of a moist tongue wet with
promise reached out to touch the lower lip.  Chakotay sighed and
promised himself a deeper inspection of that particular portion of his
love.

A long slender neck covered in creamy white skin grew pinker at his
blatant perusal.  Strong shoulders, broader than they looked when in
uniform capped a lusciously furred chest.  Red nipples just begging
for
his attention.  Briefly abandoning his survey, Chakotay paid homage to
the two buttons until Tom was panting in arousal.

"Cha...."

Shaking his head, Chakotay moved down the wondrous bounty;
kissing, nibbling and mouthing the tender flesh.  Finally reaching
the waist band of the article that had started their earlier
discussion,
the older man carefully began to ease the leather off of his lover's
hips.  Dipping his tongue into the pert navel, Chakotay smiled as
he felt hot flesh pressing the leather against his throat.  He pulled
the skirt lower--

--and gasped.  There, just above a riotous bed of red-gold curls in
delicately intricate detail was a surprisingly realistic
representation
of a pair of eyes...

...Chakotay's eyes.

"Tommy?"

"Happy Solstice, Cha."

The big man grinned.  "I'm touched, Babe, but a little confused.
Can you tell me what this is supposed to represent...besides the
obvious?"

Tom pulled Chakotay down to rest on top of his body.  "When
we first got together you told me that I was yours and that you
didn't share.  So I got a tattoo that represents that sentiment."
He grinned and kissed his lover's nose. 

"For your eyes only."

His mate sighed.  It was corny and so like his Tommy.  It was
perfect.

---

Vorik tenderly held his Lamb.  They had left the party early,
as it became apparent that his lover was becoming depressed.

"Harry, what is wrong?"

The young man sighed.  He really had no reason to be pouting.
He had a wonderful lover, comfortable quarters, good friends and
a ten inch penis.  What more could he want?

"It's sort of hard to watch Tuvok and Neelix."

Vorik sighed.  Carefully.  He still hadn't forgotten his time in
the brig for un-Vulcanlike conduct.

"You want a child."

"Yes, I suppose so.  But they are an awful lot of work."

Vorik caressed his back.  "That is so, but there are rewards.
We must think carefully before planning such as this, my Lamb."

Harry nodded.  "You're right.  You're absolutely right.  We'll
start small and work our way up.  Prove to ourselves that we
can do this."  He grinned.  "Didn't B'Elanna just finish that
second holographic emitter?"

Thirty minutes later, Vorik and Harry were the proud parents
of a Dalmatian puppy named Rodney.

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Tom gasped as Chakotay began to thrust.  Lube or no lube,
there was just so much stretching his ass could take.  He grinned.
It *was* for an awfully good cause.  He moaned as a hot mouth
began its ministrations on his right nipple.

Chakotay growled and shifted one long creamy leg, which
accomodatingly hooked its heel over his shoulder.  The other
he left twined around his hip.  Pulling the beloved body tightly
to him he thrust deeply, smiling at the growing cries from his
mate.

Tom grimaced as the older man's fingers bit tightly into his
flesh, reminding him of the pain that accompanied most forms
of intense pleasure.  He tightened his muscles surrounding the
throbbing cock and was rewarded with a gasp.

Harder...faster...deeper, Chakotay moved in perfect sync to his
lover's wishes.  It was at times like these that Tom was sure that
the big man must be some sort of low-level telepath as his every
need was filled.

Heat built in Chakotay's core, rushing out to fill him and his
lover.  Reaching out, he grasped the glistening flesh before him,
matching his pulls with the actions of his hips.

Tom arched and sobbed out what might have been his love's
name.  He was coming, coming, screaming his release into the
dark of their cabin.

At the first pulsing contractions of the flesh around his cock
Chakotay thrust deeply, holding the convulsing hips tightly;
riding out the impossible pleasure of their union.  He slowly
softened, sliding out of his beloved's body.  He carefully moved
to lie next to Tom, gathering him into his arms.

"I think that's the best it's ever been, Cha."

The older man grinned and ran a lazy hand over smooth, damp
skin.  "I think you may be right.  Let's rest a bit and once
we've cleaned up, I'll give you your Christmas gift."

Tom smiled and shook his head.  "I've already gotten my gift,
Cha.  Anything else is just the trimming."  The pair kissed.

Thinking of the gold earring that waited under his pillow, Chakotay
smiled.  "I think you'll like your trimming, Babe.  And by the way,
Merry Christmas."

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The End