The BLTS Archive- Love Hurts: Destiny by Karen (CP4Karen@aol.com) ---- Disclaimer: Paramount owns them. I imply no copyright infringement. C1999 Karen --- "Chakotay, my zipper's stuck." The older man turned around to find his spouse looking at him in the bathroom mirror. Tearing his gaze from the sapphire eyes, he turned his attention to the wealth of black and cream before him. "You're not wearing that to Margaret's birthday party?!" At the other's nod in the affirmative, he placed his knee against the taut leather clad ass and forced the fastener up and closed. He sighed as the nape of his husband's neck disappeared behind the high collar of his catsuit. "She asked me to wear the fuchsia suit, but I gave that one to Julian when he returned to his universe." Tom smiled. "I bet Worf was one surprised Klingon when Jules showed up in that." "Worf?!" Tom admired his rear view in the full length mirror and then ground that view against the body that suddenly pressed up against his back. "Hmmm...yeah. In that reality, Worf and Julian have been lovers for a couple of years. Apparently, they were in some Jem Hadar prison together and well, they just hit it off!" All conversation ceased as the younger man found himself flat against the wall. Chakotay thrust several times and then came with a deep groan. "Gods, Big Guy, the party starts in fifteen minutes and you're running out of dress pants!" The older man grinned goofily and stripped for the third time that night. "Can't help it. That new medication the holoDoc gave me for my hives makes me hot." "No shit." Tom adjusted the collar to his jumpsuit to hide his latest hickey and pulled his clothing from the crack of his bottom. "I think I'd better wait in the other room if we're going to get to the party at all." He spent the next few minutes praying that Margaret didn't already have a copy of the Gay Kama Sutra holovid. --- "How's this?" Tom looked up from his copy of Mr. Chatterley's Lover and growled in appreciation. Chakotay held his arms out from his sides and turned slowly in a circle. "Gods, I don't remember the outfit, lover. Where'd that come from?" The old man smiled and tipped his hat. "Will Riker gave this to me just before he and Julian went back. Works for me, don't you think?" Panting delicately, Tom silently took in his normally stolid warrior's new look. "Umm, Sweetie? Isn't it treason or something for you to be dressed as a cowboy? Not that I'm faulting the outfit, those chaps are to die for, but...well, you're an Indian, darling." Chakotay grinned. "I thought about that and I do have the outfit that I wore to the Mardi Gras party, but when I saw that they had spurs in the replicator catalog, I just had to wear this!" Tom nodded absently. "Hon, I think your holster's on sideways. It goes on your hip and...uh, I think it's actually for your gun." Tom moved to adjust the belt. Chakotay's eyes rolled up into his head at the friction. Recognizing the possibility of a fourth change of pants, Tom stopped. "On second thought, this will work fine. The way you've been acting today, I want that thing where I can keep an eye on it anyway. C'mon, babe." Grabbing their gift, the two men made their way to the holodecks, picking up Harry, Vorik, Neelix and a very pregnant Tuvok along the way. Tom hugged the two older men. "Kiss, kiss, Neelie. Tuvie, you are absolutely glowing. When are you due?" "The holoDoctor says that the twins will be full-term in approximately two weeks. However, Ensign Kim read my my plomeek soup at lunch and says that it will be four days at most. The Vulcan almost smiled. "The reduction of pressure upon my bladder is awaited with anticipation." Neelix turned to whisper in Tom's ear as they all waited for the turbolift. "My poor sweeting. If he isn't up to relieve himself, he is in the tub soaking his hemorrhoids. It's just terrible." //And in his case, the discomfort is doubled...// Tom cringed in sympathy for the Vulcan's plight. --- The door to the holodeck slid open to the sound of laughter. Sam Wildman smiled and gestured toward the table of gifts. Margaret waved from the corner where she sat with her family. Behind her sat her husband, her two wives and their seventeen children. Their newest bundle-to-be would be the first boy. Tom sighed. "Chakotay, have you thought lately about what Q said? We need to get on it if we're going to father the next level of humanity." Chakotay sighed. Tuvok's horror story of swollen....everything had him a bit worried. Still, Tom was right. Just that morning his spirit animal had reminded him that he was not getting any younger. ////Mist drifts lightly across the ground. A lone man sits quietly under a huge redwood, head bowed in what looks like prayer. The sound of an eagle echoes across the hills. The lone man snorts as he wakes and wipes the drool from the corner of his mouth. Looking up, he sees his spirit animal cleaning her nether regions.... Chakotay started as the wolf stopped her ablutions and spoke. 'Chak honey, if you're gonna pop out those pups you better get a move on. The older you get, the harder it is to bounce back. It's been two years since I had my last litter and my tits are still sagging...'//// The Commander sighed again. Looking to his side, he gazed into the limpid pools that were his beloved's eyes. Suddenly, he realized that no matter what the cost, he had to have this man's children. It truly was his destiny. Chakotay leaned towards Tom. "You go find the Doc and I'll go make our excuses to the birthday girl. We have a baby to make." As the older man began to cross the floor, the crowd began to serenade their friend. "Happy Birthday to you! You belong in a zoo..." Chakotay smiled at the warmth and hilarity that surrounded these people who were now more than just friends. As he hugged Margaret and wished her the best, he thought about the coming year. With any luck, there would be three Chakotay-Parises in attendance at Margaret's next party.... --- The End