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

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

c1999 Karen

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Chakotay's day had been long and hard just like
the rest of him.  Removing the jacket of his uniform,
he moved towards the replicator, thinking only of a
cup of hot tea and perhaps a month's sleep.  A small
moan in the next room brought him to a sudden halt.

Crossing to the entry of their bedroom, the bronzed
hunk was mesmerized by the sight of his one true love
lying naked on their king-sized, satin-sheeted altar
to passion.

"Tommy, are you all right?"

The younger man jumped and put down a data padd.

"Yes, I'm fine.  I'm just proof-reading...my memoirs.
That's right...my memoirs.  I never realized my life
was so tragic."

Chakotay smiled and began to remove his clothes.

"You're a little young to be writing your memoirs,
darling."  He knelt and pressed the evidence of his
longing against the creamy globes of the favorite of
his spouse's assets.

"Cha, you'll have to wait.  I need to be in pain to write
this next chapter."

"Then we'll do it dry, sweetie...anything I can do to
aid your muse." 

"Please, Cha...my emotional pain is more than sufficient."

The Commander allowed his toppish inclinations to have
free rein and ignored the impassioned plea.  Tommy moaned
as his fleshly portcullis was threatened with a battering ram
of hot masculine flesh.  Clenching his cheeks, he refused
the invader's demands for entrance.

Chakotay subsided with a groan.  There had to be some
way to penetrate his target. "Tommy, I need you, baby--"
He broke off as a rosy glow suffused his sweet one's face
and neck.  Suspicious now, he picked up the data padd.

"Captain Proton and Buster..."  Dark eyes met flustered
blue ones.

"Cha, it's not quite what it seems."

"Tommy, you said that you were going solo and Buster would be
getting his own ship after chapter eighteen.  You promised that
*we* were going to rove the cosmos and save the universe. 
I rescheduled my hologolf dates with Dalby, Geron and Ayala
just so we could be together!"  His lower lip quivered.

"You said that I could be Araknia!"

Tom pulled his spouse tightly into his arms.  "We will be together,
Cha, but you were in the meeting today.  I had to ask Kathryn.
She was hinting that I take Seven and that woman can't act
her way out of a turbolift!  Chaotica would have seen right
through her."

"We have gotten away from the subspace aliens and their
distortions.  There is absolutely no reason that we can't start
chapter nineteen with a few casting changes."

"Cha...Araknia's dress is a size four."

The older man sniffed and moved to sit with his back to
his husband.  "Oh, please!  I'm closer to a four than Kathryn. 
She was absolutely poured into that damn thing and turned
purple every time she tried to sit down!  With a couple of
seams let out it will fit me just fine."

Tom's eye-rolling turned into a study of the ceiling as his
loved one suddenly turned.

"That may be, love, but you're a foot and a half taller than
she is.  I'm sorry, but it just won't work." 

The sniffs turned into quiet sobs, and Tom could see
himself sleeping on the couch.

"Umm, Chakotay?  We do have B'Elanna's outfit from
the war games with the Hirogen. I'll just re-program
Constance Goodheart into a pregnant freedom fighter
from Planet X."

"Are you sure?  I don't want to impose if you really don't
want me to play..."

Tom grinned.  "I always want to play with you.  To tell you
the truth, I've been thinking of turning my rocket pack,
death rays and mad scientists over to Tuvok and Neelix.  I
think that Neelix would make a really cool Captain Proton."

Chakotay frowned.  "Well, then what will we do?"

Tom sat up and pulled another data padd from under his
pillow.  "I really have been writing my memoirs...well, kind of.
They're sort of set in the future, so they haven't happened yet
but we could turn them into a holoprogram and everyone could
contribute!"  He pulled his spouse up to lie by his side. 

"See it all starts when we get back to the Alpha quadrant. 
My dad tries to get rid of all of us.  Even our five kids!"

"Tommy, we don't have any kids."

"Not yet, but we will.  Anyway our families come to save us--"

Chakotay looked up from the padd.

"I don't have any sisters, and my brothers are named Seymour
and Clive..."

"I know, but Beyvahl and Nayib sounded more Dorvanian."

"You mean Native American?"

"Whatever.  Anyway, there'll be lots of angst and you have to
protect me, and you even get to have a kind of love scene with
your ex-lover, Commander Riker, and--"

"Tommy, I told you, we were just roommates.  I never even
touched that guy!"

"Calm down, Cha.  All my old lovers will be in this too, even
the ones from prison."

"Excuse me, you were in prison for thirty-seven minutes before
Kathryn got you out.  Just how many lovers could you have had?"

Tom decided that the small mix-up with the Maquis soccer team
in the steam room could wait for another day.  "You're right,
big man, but it's creative license.  There has to be someone for
everyone."

The older man frowned. "Sounds more like everyone for a
certain someone..."

Tom jumped up to stand at the head of the bed with his hands
on his hips.  "If you're going to be that way, we'll just forget
it!  We'll just go back to Captain Proton and I'll ask Harry if
Buster would like his old job back."  He stepped off the bed
and stomped out of the bedroom, his creamy ass quivering with
indignation.

The older man sighed and counted to one hundred.  It was
always this way.  His baby would say something outrageous
and then they would argue.  Eventually Chakotay would
apologize and they would screw like hormonal rabbits.  It was
just the nature of their marriage.

It was fun.

//Ninety-nine....One hundred.//

"Tommy, can we at least change it from Will Riker to Worf?"

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The End