The BLTS - No Boundary
by Sihalya aka Khylaren (Khylaren@yahoo.com)

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Disclaimer: Star Trek Voyager et al belongs to Paramount. The story
idea is mine. This is for entertainment only and the author intends no
infringement.

Archiving: This is part of the Chakotay Fest. All others please
request from the author.

AN: This was my first slash attempt ever. Don’t laugh too hard.

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"Chakotay to Voyager."


"Go ahead, Commander," Captain Janeway's voice came wryly though his
communicator.

"I'm reading something unusual up ahead. Can the ship's sensors pick
it up?" He didn't bother to try to hide the excitement in his voice.
This was what he originally had signed up for when he joined Starfleet
those many years ago: ancient alien cultures, artifacts, and new
discoveries. It was unfortunate that Starfleet's political policies
had been the reason he'd left it behind.

"Negative. The minerals in the surrounding cave area are disrupting
the readings. We can't get any clearer picture than what you're
receiving."

"Permission to investigate?" He'd already separated from the away
team, heading deeper into the cave, but wanted to have it on record
that he'd asked.

Janeway laughed. "Affirmative. Just don't take too long. The
asteroid's rotation will take you into the sun's influence in
approximately 40 minutes. The temperature will be over 200° Celsius by
then, and we still need those mineral samples."

"Understood." Chakotay grinned, following the readings on the
tricorder in the direction they indicated the unusual something was.

"Keep an open com-link, Chakotay," Janeway smiled briefly. "I want to
know what you find."

He followed the tricorder readings for a few meters into the mouth of
small cavern. He raised the wrist light on his arm, trying to light up
the back of the cave. Something metallic flashed in the beam of the
light.

"I can see something back there," he reported. "Its at the very back
of the cave, it looks metallic. I..." he paused, wonderment coloring
his voice. "I can hear something...humming, Captain. I think it's the
object." He approached it carefully, confirming that the noise was
indeed coming from it.

"I would caution you from touching the object," Tuvok said over the
com-link. "This is an unknown artifact and may be protected by
security measures."

Chakotay wasn't listening; his ears were full of the humming noise,
which had risen in volume as he moved closer to the object. The sound
was lovely, melodic, almost soothing to him. The surface of the object
was metallic and smooth, glinting in the light of his wrist beam. At
the base of the object was writing of a sort Chakotay didn't
recognize. Curious, he reached out with a finger to trace the
lettering etched in the metal.

The humming changed abruptly to a loud shriek, and Chakotay was thrown
violently away from the object. His body struck the back wall of the
cave hard enough to knock the wind out of him. The shrieking abruptly
ceased.

It took him several moments to catch his breath. He lay there a moment
on the floor, mentally checking his physical status. He had just been
forcefully thrown several feet into a cave wall. There had to be
repercussions.

Experimentally he moved his extremities, surprised when nothing seemed
to be out of place. A mild twinge in his left shoulder was the only
reaction he received in response to his checking and he was grateful
that he hadn't been injured. However, when he had struck the wall it
had also shattered his wrist beam. He waited a few moments before
moving, allowing his eyes to adjust to the sudden darkness.


Chakotay sat up, not believing what his eyes were telling him. Gone
were the rough walls of the cavern, the stalactite and stalagmite
formations on the floor and ceiling of the cave. Instead, the walls
were smooth, almost metallic, the floor beneath him felt like carpet.

Knowing that somehow, he was no longer in the same cave he had been
only moments before, Chakotay tapped his combadge with a sickening
feeling gathering in his stomach.  There was no response from Voyager,
something which didn't surprise  him in the least.

"Mmmnnnnhhhhh..."

The unexpected sound nearly startled him out of his skin. After a few
seconds of panic, his heart settled down to a more regular beat.   The
sound, he realized, had a human quality to it. He strained to listen
in the darkness and was certain, now, that he heard breathing.
Chakotay's hearing seemed to sharpen as he listened, and he was able
to discern the direction the breathing sounds were coming from.
Wishing heartily that he still had his wrist light, Chakotay debated
on whether or not he should investigate the sleeper. Human sounding
didn't necessarily mean human compatible.

"Mmm...garak...nooo...." The voice mumbled, almost as if, Chakotay
thought, they were talking in their sleep. The words spoken still gave
him no definite clue as to the identity of the speaker. They sounded
like they could be in any language. He sat in the darkness, debating
on his next move, when he heard the voice again.

"Oh...love...no..."

Now that sounded like Standard. He waited, listening in the darkness.

"Ahh....yesss..." The voice trailed off in pleasure, and Chakotay had
a growing suspicion of what the speaker was dreaming about, if, that
is, they were indeed asleep. Decidedly uncomfortable with the thought
of eavesdropping on what sounded like a very private dream, Chakotay
thought it would be best for him to try to leave, if at all possible.
Carefully, he walked across the floor, feeling his way in the almost
pitch black room as best as he could. He kept thinking that there had
to be a door along one of the walls somewhere.

His foot struck the edge of something hard and he lost his balance,
falling forward with a startled and pained "Oof!" onto a soft and
lumpy surface.

"What the bloody hell," a deep and cultured voice, obviously irritated
from being so rudely awakened, muttered not far from Chakotay's ear.
"Computer, lights!"

The lights temporarily blinded Chakotay and he wasn't able to get a
look at the face behind the gasp of surprise.

"Just who the hell are you and what are you doing in my quarters at
0230?" The voice asked crossly.

It took him a moment before his eyes became accustomed to the lights
in the room. Chakotay lifted his head, attempting to push himself up
and away from the bed, blinking in surprise as his eyes took in its
occupant.

The man sitting up with the black sheets pooled around his half-naked
body was probably in his early 30's, Chakotay guessed. He could see no
trace of any gray in the curly mass of hair, black as a crow's wing,
surrounding the lean and attractive face. The faint lines around his
mouth told Chakotay that this man was far more used to smiling than
frowning, as he was now.

Keen, hazel eyes raked him from head to toe. "Well, if you're a
burglar, you're bloody incompetent," the dark haired man said with a
snort. "Should I call security?"

Chakotay shook his head. "I'm not a burglar. I'm not even sure how I
got here," he moved carefully away from the bed.

"Well, then. Lets start with the things you do know. Like, your name?"
The barest hint of a smile played about his full and sensual looking
lips.

"Chakotay."

"Ah." This time Chakotay was rewarded with a full-blown smile. "Now, I
can see by your uniform that you're Starfleet. However, you're wearing
an outdated style and I don't recognize your rank insignia." The hazel
eyes glinted shrewdly. "I'd say you're either a spy or you're from
another reality."

Chakotay glanced down at his uniform briefly, considering the man's
words. "I'm not a spy," he began.

"Which of course, I'd expect you to say if you were a spy," the man
retorted, "but do go on."

"I'm from the Starship Voyager. My ship is currently lost in the Delta
Quadrant. I was investigating a strange artifact on an alien planet
when I was thrown across the cave. I hit the wall, and the next thing
I knew, I wasn't in the cave anymore, but here," Chakotay said in what
he hoped was his most reasonable explanation voice.

"Hmm," the man said, looking skeptical. "Voyager was lost three years
ago in The Badlands. How did you end up in the Delta Quadrant?"

"An entity named the Caretaker grabbed my ship out of The Badlands and
drew us to his array. He was looking for a mate, but none of the crew
were compatible with him, and he died without sending us back. We have
been making our way back to the Alpha Quadrant ever since."   It was
an extremely condensed version of the story, but it would suffice for
now.

The man looked at him a moment longer, then nodded slowly. "It’s too
far-fetched to be anything but the truth. But if it's all the same,
I'd like to do a few scans." He stood, pulling the sheet around his
waist and extended his hand in greeting.

"Doctor Julian Bashir, Chief Medical Officer of Deep Space Nine." 

Long fingers enclosed Chakotay's hand firmly and he returned the
handshake in kind. "If you'll give me just a moment to get dressed,
I'll take you down to sickbay. You may have cracked your head in the
process of being thrown across that cave." The last comment was
accompanied by an almost breathtaking smile.

"It is a pleasure to meet you."  Chakotay found himself returning the
smile with interest. "Did you say Deep Space Nine?" He asked, watching
the lean and muscular form reach for the black and gray uniform off
the table next to the bed. Politely he turned his back as the man
began to dress, turning his attention to the artifacts and pictures in
the man's quarters.

"Yes, I did. It’s not a Starfleet station officially, but we're here
as a sort of protectorate until things settle down with the
Cardassians." Bashir ran a comb quickly through his hair, watching the
reflection of his guest through the mirror. "Is that familiar at all?"

Chakotay nodded, turning back around now that Julian was dressed.
"Yes. That sounds about right. What year is it here?"

Bashir finished pinning his pips to his collar and reached for his
combadge. "2375. Shall we go?"

Chakotay nodded and followed Julian through the door and out into the
corridor.

"I shall have to inform Odo of your presence, of course. And Captain
Sisko, and probably Dax," the doctor sighed, shaking his head.
"They'll want to know everything about you and where you come from."

Chakotay stopped walking, a sickening feeling of dismay forming a knot
in his midsection.

"What is it?" Julian had stopped, turning around to look at him
quizzically.

"I don't know if I want them to know who I am," Chakotay said
worriedly. "In fact, I think it might be better if I try to get back
to the cave instead." He began walking backwards slowly.

"Wait. Why ever not?" Julian reached a hand out to stop the other man,
gripping his arm firmly.

Chakotay looked panicked. "If I tell you, you have to promise not to
reveal this information to anyone else."

"I don't under..." Julian began.

"Promise me, please, Julian."

The pleading look in Chakotay's brown eyes was too much for the doctor
to take. "Fine. Although I don't know much good it will do. Odo finds
out everything that goes on in this station eventually." He sighed,
noticing that he still had a firm hold of Chakotay's arm. He
relinquished his hold somewhat reluctantly, and gestured for Chakotay
to walk beside him.

When they reached sickbay, Julian gestured for Chakotay to take a seat
on the nearest biobed.

"Computer, seal doors, security code Bashir Lambda Nine. There," he
said with a smile. "That ought to do it. No one can come in while
we're talking. Fair enough?"

Chakotay nodded. "Thank you. Once I tell you, you'll understand why."
His face was grim.

"Let's get the scanning out of the way first, shall we? You can tell
me your story while the computer looks it over, all right?" Julian
touched his shoulder gently, not liking the look in the other man's
eyes.

After finishing the scans, Julian downloaded the information into the
computer. Placing the tricorder in its customary storage area, he took
a seat across from Chakotay on another biobed, folding his hands
across his knee.

"Well, what is it that you can't let anyone else know about?" Julian
asked lightly, his eyes resting on his patient. He noticed several
things on several different levels. As a physician, he noted the
overall appearance of general good health, the bright brown eyes,
excellent coloration, and physical fitness that was apparent even
through the man's uniform. As a man, he noted the pleasantness of
Chakotay's features, the expressiveness of his brown eyes, the full
and sensual lips, the charming way dimples appeared on both cheeks
when he smiled, and the solid and muscular looking frame. His patient
was a very attractive man, Julian thought with an inward smile. Under
other circumstances, he was the kind of man that Julian had always
been drawn to: tall, dark, and handsome.

"I'm surprised you didn't recognize my name immediately in connection
with Voyager," Chakotay began quietly, his face troubled. "I'm
wondering, then, that if in this reality you have a group of rebels
known as the Maquis?"

Julian blinked, startled out of reverie by Chakotay's question. "Yes,
the Maquis are so-called freedom fighters who attack the peace treaty
between the Federation and the Cardassians." Something triggered in
the back of his mind about Voyager, about why she had been in the
badlands in the first place.

Chakotay could read the realization on the man's face as if he'd
spoken aloud. "Yes, I'm the Captain of the Maquis ship, the Liberty.
We were taken, along with Voyager, by the Caretaker 70,000 light-years
away from here, to the Delta Quadrant. Both ships took heavy damage.
To survive, we combined crew under the leadership of Captain Janeway
and myself as her commanding officer, and we have been trying to get
home ever since."

Julian's mouth opened and closed several times, and it took him a few
moments to grasp the implications of this information.

"Because I'm a Maquis, technically I'm an enemy of Starfleet, a
traitor at the very least, and they would want to arrest me for my
crimes," Chakotay shook his head. "That seems like a lifetime ago."

"Ah," Julian was able to articulate finally. "I begin to see your
problem." He sighed, standing up abruptly. "Well, we cannot tell
Captain Sisko who you are, or anyone else for that matter." The
computer beeped at him, informing him that it had finished analyzing
his scans. Quickly, Julian glanced over the information.

"You're not seriously injured, luckily. Just some bruises and cuts.
But this is what I wanted to know." Julian looked up at him with a
smile. "According to this, your quantum signature does *not* match
this timeline. Therefore, while our timelines *are* similar, you are
not our Chakotay and should not be held accountable for *his* crimes."

"Do you think that argument will work?" Chakotay asked dubiously.

"Well, it's either that, or I try to keep you hidden until we figure
out a way to send you back. *If* I can find a way at all."

Chakotay was silent a moment, lost in thought. Did he want to risk
being tried as a criminal, even in the wrong timeline, for the
additional help he could receive in returning to his own timeline, or
would it be better to try to lay low and try to find his own way out.
After a few moments thought, he decided on the latter.

"Why?" Julian asked, honestly curious.

"Because I can always come forward later, if we can't find a way for
me to get back on our own," Chakotay replied, hopping off the biobed
in a smooth motion.

"Our own? You want me to help you, I take it?" Julian smiled wryly,
thinking rather naughtily that there were things much worse than
having to hide a handsome man in your quarters for a while.

Chakotay nodded with a smile of his own. "I trust you won't reveal my
presence here until we absolutely have to."

"Of course, you can trust me."

Chakotay studied the doctor a moment longer, as if gauging the
accuracy of that remark. Finally, he nodded slowly. "I believe you."

---

"I suppose you're hungry?" Julian asked the handsome man who was
sitting comfortably on the floor of his quarters, technical scanning
equipment scattered around him. They had gathered as many tricorders
and other scanning devices as necessary, and Chakotay was busy
reconfiguring one of the tricorders to scan for any anomalies.

Chakotay looked up from his project with a quick smile. "Actually, now
that you mention it, I'm very hungry."

Julian unfolded himself from the chair and stood, stretching his lean
frame to work out the kinks that had formed from sitting there for
several hours. "Good, then. I'll go and replicate us something to
eat."

Chakotay nodded and turned his attention back to his work, but his
memory kept replaying the scene he had just witnessed, watching
Julian's lean frame as he stretched. Was it his imagination, or did
Julian's movements seem a bit exaggerated, the stretch slightly more
sensual than was necessary for the working out of stiff muscles?
Chakotay shrugged the thought away, although he couldn't help the
smile that formed as his mind lingered on the attractive areas of the
doctor's physique. Well, two could certainly play at that game, he
thought, and unfastened the jacket of his uniform, shrugging it off
his shoulders and folding it carefully on the chair next to where he
was working. Next he unfastened the mock-turtleneck he wore and placed
it on top of the jacket. Satisfied, he returned to his work, clad only
in his pants and gray sleeveless tee shirt, wondering what the good

doctor's reaction was going to be.

Julian finished entering the program into the replicator and sighed,
waiting for the food to materialize. His guest had no idea just how
thoroughly intrigued Julian Bashir was with him. Rugged good looks
aside, the fact that the man was a former outlaw and a ship captain
made him all the more attractive to Julian. Watching the man work,
Julian wished they had met under different circumstances.

Placing the food on his dining table, he turned to grab a bottle of
Bajoran Spring wine when he caught of glimpse of Chakotay and his
mouth dropped open. Chakotay's back was turned so he didn't see
Julian's expression as his eyes drank in Chakotay's newly revealed
muscled arms and bared neck. There was something incredibly sensual
about the way his dark hair curled just slightly at the nape of his
neck, and Julian felt an overwhelming urge to run his fingers through
it, just to see if it was as soft and silky as it looked.

Chakotay finally sensed the lack of activity from his host and looked
up and over his shoulder, catching the predatory look on Julian's
face.

With a guilty start, Julian's face flushed with embarrassment. "I-um,
that is, the food it ready, Chakotay," he stammered, looking away
hastily. He reached for the corkscrew and began opening the wine,
grateful for something else to look at and occupy him for the moment.
He struggled with the cork, his brows drawn together as he tried to
pull it out, before another hand covered his to stay his efforts.

"Let me try," Chakotay said softly, taking the bottle from Julian's
now limp grasp. With a smooth pull, he deftly extracted the cork from
the neck of the bottle and handed it back to Julian. He watched the
younger man pour the pale colored liquid into two glasses, and
gratefully accepted on of the glasses from him.

Thoughtfully, Chakotay regarded Julian over the rim of his glass as he
took a sip of the wine. There was a definite attraction here, he
thought, on both their parts. The question was, which one of them
would act first? Although Chakotay had not been celibate these last
few years on Voyager, it had been several years, in fact, since he had
been with another man. He wondered if his attraction to Bashir was
merely a matter of circumstance, but decided, for the moment, it truly
didn't matter.

Julian took a deep drink of his wine, trying to reorganize the
thoughts that had become so jumbled at the touch of Chakotay's hand
against his. He was surprised, really, and the intensity of the
reaction. He hadn't felt this strong of an attraction to someone since
Garak. It hadn't taken the tailor long to recognize Julian's
attraction and use it, much to the doctor's dismay. He'd been so much
more naive then. He recognized his attraction to this man for what it
was: lust and nothing more. Julian suspected that the handsome man
before him who was regarding him with thoughtful brown eyes was
echoing these feelings.

The chirping of Julian's combadge interrupted the moment.

::Dax to Bashir::

Startled, the doctor placed his glass of wine on the table before
tapping his combadge in response.

::Go ahead Commander::

There was a laugh on the other end of the comsignal, a feminine and
musical laugh, Chakotay thought.

::I just wanted to know if you wanted to go to the holodeck with Worf
and me. Miles has a new frontier program he wanted us to try out.::

A smile flitted across Julian's face.

::Thank you, Dax, but no. I think I'll turn in early tonight. I have
duty tomorrow.:: He flashed Chakotay a conspiratorial smile.

::Your loss then. Good night.::

"You could have gone with them, Julian. You don't have to stay on my
account," Chakotay said quietly, setting his glass of wine on the
counter.

Julian tilted his head slightly, as if contemplating something, then
shook his head slowly. "No, what I want this evening is right here,"
he murmured, and before he could loose his nerve, he stepped closer to
Chakotay, touching the other man's face with gently exploring fingers.

A half-smile lifted the corner of Chakotay's mouth.

"I was wondering if we'd get to this," he said, and closed the
distance between them, his mouth covering Julian's with surprising
gentleness, his hands reaching upwards to hold either side of Julian's
face as his mouth explored the softness and contours of Julian's lips.

Opening his mouth under Chakotay's, Julian's tongue gently brushed
against his before thrusting into the warm depths of Chakotay's mouth,
darting and tasting, teasing the velvety softness of Chakotay's tongue
until it tangled with his. Somehow his hands had worked their way
upwards and now his fingers were curled in the hair he had wanted to
touch. Chakotay deepened the kiss, capturing Julian's lower lip and
biting it gently before releasing it. He drew back to look at Julian,
noting with satisfaction the heightened color and gleam to the younger
man's eyes.

"I think we need to take care of something before we eat," Chakotay
said softly, his thumb brushing Julian's lower lip gently. He pressed
himself against Julian and felt a hardness that matched his own.

Julian nodded and gasped as Chakotay's hand reached for the fastening
on his trousers, brushing against his cock in the process, sending
waves of pleasure coursing from his groin. With agonizing slowness,
Chakotay opened Julian's pants and pushed them over the younger man's
hips, his dark eyes never leaving Julian's face. Julian stepped out of
his pants and kicked them across the room, not caring where they
landed as long as they weren't in the way. His attention was focused
on the noticeable bulge in Chakotay's pants. His hands seemed to have
a will of their own as they reached out and stroked the length of
Chakotay's cock, feeling the heat of it through the thin material of
his pants.

Chakotay moaned appreciatively as Julian dropped to his knees before
him, pressing his lips against the straining fabric. Julian's nimble
fingers found the fastener of Chakotay's pants and unhooked them,
sliding the fabric down the muscular legs. The boxer shorts went just
as quickly and Julian was rewarded with the sight of a beautifully
erect cock, tip glistening with moisture.  Licking his lips in
anticipation, he leaned forward, his eyes locked with Chakotay's, and
took the cock in his mouth, inhaling deeply as his tongue and lips
moved over the velvety skin.

Chakotay groaned deeply, throwing his head back as Julian's lips and
tongue caressed his cock, one moment licking it, next taking it into
his mouth deeply. Julian's hands moved upwards to grasp Chakotay's
buttocks, holding the other man steady as he worshipped his cock with
his mouth. He could feel Chakotay's hands bury themselves deeply in
his hair as the man gave himself over to the sensations Julian was
eliciting with his clever mouth.

It had been far to long since anyone had given him this kind of
attention, and Chakotay didn't know how much longer he could hold back
the orgasm that was steadily building with each sure stroke of
Julian's tongue. He gasped as Julian released his cock, letting the
weight of it snap back and hit his stomach with a wet smacking sound.
He opened his eyes, gazing down at the hazel one's staring up
mischievously at him. Julian's lean fingers stroked the length of his
cock, mimicking the movements his tongue had been making earlier. He
lowered his mouth, his tongue flicking out to lick Chakotay's balls,
sucking them gently, delighting in the vibrating groan that his
partner emitted at this new caress.

"Julian," Chakotay gasped, feeling the pressure beginning to build.
His fingers clenched convulsively in the soft black curls on Julian's
head as his partner took him deeply in his mouth once more, taking
Chakotay over the edge with a guttural cry.

Julian swallowed, his throat working convulsively to capture every
last salty drop, his gaze never wavering from Chakotay's as he worked
to bring every last sensation out into the open. Finally, satisfied
that he had wrung every last quiver out of the big man, he released
Chakotay's cock, licking his lips in satisfaction.

Chakotay's eyes glittered as he took in the slightly breathless, naked
man kneeling before him. He had been given a taste of things long
forgotten, and he was ready for more. His gaze lingered on the flushed
face, the swollen and parted lips, and knew there would be no denying
the hunger that was building once more. His cock stiffened in response
to the direction his thoughts were taking. He saw Julian start
slightly in surprise, looking up from the rapidly hardening flesh to
Chakotay's eyes.

"I don't think we're going to be needing dinner anytime soon,"
Chakotay said huskily, his fingers grasping Julian's upper arms firmly
but gently. He lifted the younger man to his feet and kissed him
deeply, pressing his tongue against Julian's lips until the other man
opened his mouth. One hand burying itself deeply in Julian's hair, the
other grasped his ass firmly, pulling the lean body against his as his
tongue plunged and plundered the warm depths of Julian's mouth. With a
final squeeze to Julian's bottom, he released him, noting with some
satisfaction the slightly dazed look in the hazel eyes.

"Put a stasis field over the food," Chakotay ordered softly, his thumb
brushing Julian's lips. "Then let’s get back to business."

Julian nodded, feeling somewhat overwhelmed. He wasn't certain when
control of the situation had been lost, but there was no doubt in his
mind now that Chakotay had taken it from him. Not that he minded.
Quickly, he initiated a stasis field to cover the food, then turned
back to Chakotay. The heated look the dark man gave him caused Julian
to shiver with anticipation.

No, he didn't mind at all.

---

Julian had been tied up before. Garak had liked to tie him up on
occasion, and ride him until he couldn't come any more. Sometimes,
just for fun, Garak would leave him tied up all night, just to impress
upon Julian's mind just who was in control of the situation.

If Julian found being tied up familiar, nothing else about the
situation was. Instead of being tied, bent over, wrists and ankles
together with his most vulnerable areas open for the taking, Chakotay
had tied Julian on his back, spread eagle, and was now lovingly and
teasingly sucking his cock.

Julian had to admit that Chakotay definitely knew what he was doing.
He'd been doing it steadily for 45 minutes and had brought Julian to
the very edge of coming so many times he had lost count. Each time,
however, Chakotay would back off, changing his pace or caress just
enough that the orgasm would recede, and then the dark man would begin
again, his lips and hands working their magic on Julian's body,
bringing him once again to the precipice. As Julian felt the next wave
build up, larger than before, he tensed, anticipating the withdrawal.

"Please, Chakotay," he begged softly, moaning as his partner took him
deeply in his mouth. "Don't stop."

Hands replaced the mouth as his partner looked up at him, eyes nearly
black with passion.

"Are you ready, then?" His fingers never stopped their caressing,
using the slick moisture from Julian's cock as lubricant, he stroked
slowly and firmly, enjoying watching the lean body quiver with delight
with each stroke.

Julian nodded, gasping as the hands were swiftly replaced once more
with the heat and wetness of Chakotay's mouth. Fingers gently pried at
the opening between Julian's legs, and he felt a finger enter him,
pushing against the walls of his rectum with steady pressure. Gently,
steadily the finger moved, plunging in and out of his body as
Chakotay's mouth and lips continued to suck and lick his cock, moving
in an alternating rhythm. Julian felt the orgasm build within him, and
as a second finger entered him, widening and stretching him, he
finally felt the release he'd sought for so long.

Chakotay's fingers plunged into Julian deeply, holding the taut and
quivering body tight against him, swallowing the warm and salty fluid
as it gushed into his mouth from Julian's cock, the cries of pleasure
music to his ears.

Julian collapsed against his restraints, feeling thoroughly drained.
The experience was like nothing he'd ever had before, and it was
something he wanted to savor and remember. As the aftershocks from his
orgasm died down, he was aware of two things: Chakotay's fingers were
still inside of him, and the man was busy untying his ankles with his
free hand.

Chakotay finished untying Julian's ankles and scooted upwards, his
fingers still deeply buried in his partner's body. He could just reach
the ties on Julian's wrists, and made short work of them, freeing them
from their restraints quickly. Resting his weight on Julian, he looked
down at his partner with a smile, twitching his fingers gently inside
the man, feeling him quiver in response.

Slowly, he lowered his head and captured Julian's lower lip with his
mouth, sucking on the lower lip gently, causing Julian to sigh in
pleasure. Chakotay lifted his head, his eyes boring down into
Julian's, and deliberately moved his fingers within Julian's body.

"Lube?" Chakotay demanded softly, biting the full and tender lips of
his partner while his fingers continued to wiggle and move within the
confines of their tight and eager prison.

"Behind the plant, on the table," Julian managed between gasps.
Unbelievably he could feel himself growing hard once more under
Chakotay's caresses.

The fingers withdrew from him and Julian bit back a cry of
disappointment, feeling their loss keenly for the moment. A chuckle
told him his partner had heard his inadvertent cry and the fingers
were quickly replaced, this time coated generously in lube.

Chakotay worked two fingers into his partner’s body, moving them in
and out of the tight opening, widening the hole and stretching it,
preparing it for a substantially larger invasion. His cock twitched in
anticipation as he added a third finger, hearing the man groan
gutturally in appreciation. He leaned forward, fingers buried deeply,
moving them slowly in and out.

"You like that?" he demanded softly, watching the play of expressions
on the younger man's face. "You want me to fuck you, Julian?"

Julian bit his lip as a fourth finger entered him, nodding
frantically. "Please," he whispered, feeling the fingers stretch him
and fill him impossibly. The tenderness and gentleness of the invasion
was almost more than he could bear.

"Please, what, Julian?" Chakotay enjoyed playing this game, drawing
out the final conclusion as long as possible.

"Please, Chakotay." Julian shuddered, his eyes closed, legs spread
wide as he gave into his need. "Fuck me."

Spreading lube on his other hand, Chakotay quickly stroked his cock,
coating the length of it generously with lubricant. The last thing he
wanted to do was hurt the man who lay open and vulnerable beneath him.

Julian felt the fingers withdraw and whimpered, anticipating the
penetration, uncertain if Chakotay's entry would be gentle or brutal,
uncertain which he truly desired. Lips touched his as he felt Chakotay
gather his legs and place one on either shoulder, the tip of his cock
gently pressing against his well-prepared opening.  Chakotay's tongue
pressed against Julian's lips as Chakotay's free hand found Julian's
hardened cock. He stroked it firmly a few times, releasing Julian's
lips to kneel upright, his other hand firmly grasping Julian's thighs
to hold him in position.

Slowly, Julian felt Chakotay's cock enter him, feeling sharp,
pleasurable pain as the walls of his rectum were stretched to
accommodate the much wider girth of the cock that now impaled him. He
let out the breath he had been holding and gasped with pleasure as
Chakotay began to move, thrusting slowly in and out, his movements
timed with the strokes his hand made on Julian's cock.

"You like that, Julian?" Chakotay whispered sweetly between thrusts.
"Hmm?"

"Oh, yes!" Julian sighed. He could feel the pleasure building
inexorably once more, and gave himself to the sensation.

  Chakotay closed his eyes, his head thrown back as he thrust, now
with more vigorously, fingers firmly stroking the length of Julian's
cock in time with each thrust. The friction and heat of the younger
man's body working its magic on his senses, and Chakotay felt his
pleasure build to an impossible peak. He thrust deeply, feeling
Julian's cock stiffen beneath his fingers in response, hearing the
younger man's cry of pleasure as he came, the spasms tightening
pleasurably on his own cock. Chakotay thrust deeply once more and felt
his own pleasure finally overtake him, leaving him shuddering and
gasping with its intensity.

Julian reached up, his legs sliding off Chakotay's shoulders as he
pulled the other man down onto him, cradling the quivering form until
the tremors of his orgasm subsided. His fingers stroked Chakotay's
hair, idly contemplating the events that had just transpired. He
realized now why his relationship with Garak had left him with a bad
taste in his mouth. Garak had used him, never caring what Julian's
feelings or needs were. It had taken the touch of a virtual stranger
to remind Julian how wonderful a relationship between men could be.

"Are you hungry, now?" Julian ventured quietly to the man who was
breathing quietly against his chest.

Chakotay nodded, pushing himself up slightly so he could look at
Julian, lips curved in a smile.

"For food, anyway."

---

'I don't know how much longer I can hide you, Chakotay," Julian said
miserably, rubbing his bottom with one hand. "I haven't been able to
sit for two days, and Dax is getting suspicious."

Chakotay grinned at him, pulling his pants up and fastening them. "Are
you complaining?"

"Hell no!" Julian quickly said. "I'm concerned, that's all." He cast a
look over his shoulder at his buttocks, wincing slightly at the red
marks from Chakotay's hand. "I'm glad I don't have to take my clothes
off for anyone else, though. I'd never explain these."

Chakotay chuckled, leaning down to kiss Julian's red mouth. "You have
the prefect ass for that, you know. I'm surprised no one else has been
paddling it."

Julian actually blushed, something he thought he'd not been capable of
in years.

"Oh-ho! Someone has been?" Chakotay asked with a playfully lifted
brow.

Julian shook his head, muttering slightly under his breath.

"What was that? I didn't quite catch all that. Something about wanting
someone to but..?" Chakotay crossed his arms with a dimpled smile.

"It's never happened," Julian finished, pushing at his lover in mock
irritation. "Its just a silly fantasy, that's all." He found his pants
finally in the corner of his bedroom and slid them on, wincing
slightly as the material made contact with his sore bottom.

Chakotay reached out and grabbed Julian by the waistband of his pants,
pulling the younger man unresisting into his arms. Chakotay's hands
slid down to cup Julian's tender rear, unable to resist a gentle
squeeze. He chuckled at Julian's wince and kissed him again, his lips
moving gently against Julian's.

"Well," he said, finally releasing Julian's mouth. "If you don't want
to tell me, that's fine." Giving his lover a final squeeze, he
released him and stepped away, reaching for his shirt that lay on the
corner of the rumpled bed.

Julian watched the interplay of muscles on Chakotay's back as he
pulled on his shirt, admiring the beauty of the dark, smooth skin.

"I've always had a fantasy about Dax, that's all," Julian finally
admitted.

"Oh, I see," Chakotay replied casually, moving from the bedroom into
the living area of Julian's quarters. "Anything in particular?"

Julian was aware he was blushing again and was powerless to stop it.
Still, he felt the urge to confide in this man, this stranger from
another reality who had been his lover these past two weeks.

"She's very in control, you know," Julian explained, following
Chakotay into the living area and taking a seat on the couch,
flinching as his buttocks made contact with the hard cushion of the
couch.

"Like a dominatrix, maybe?" Chakotay asked with an arched brow,
settling himself on the floor and picking up a tricorder.

Julian nodded. "She likes to order me around, and if I don't behave,
she spanks me."

A smile curled the corners of Chakotay's mouth as he lifted the
tricorder close for examination. "Is that all?"

Julian bit his lip. "No," he admitted finally. "She likes to see me
get…fucked by a man. Sometimes she makes me...you know...give her oral
sex while some man is fucking me." His face felt incredibly hot.

"That's a pretty good fantasy, Julian." Chakotay's gaze was frank.
"Why are you embarrassed about that?"

"Because Jadzia Dax is one of my friends, and she's dating another of
my friends." Julian studied his hands nervously.

Chakotay put the tricorder down and gave Julian his full attention.

"And you're attracted to your other friend, too?" he asked gently,
putting the scene together in his head.

Julian nodded miserably. "It's never going to happen. I know Worf
fairly well, and I don't think he'd ever have sex with a man, let
alone allow Jadzia to be with me as well."

Chakotay reached out and touched Julian's shoulder, bringing the
younger man's face up so he could look at him.

"Well, there are two things you can do: you can continue to let this
be a fantasy only, and not worry about hurting anyone's feelings that
way, which is, I admit, probably the safest course to take. Or, you
can talk to them, tell them how you feel, take the risk that they
might just take you up on your offer." Chakotay's thumb brushed
Julian's lower lip gently. "It's up to you."

It felt strange for Julian to be talking about potential partners with
a man who was currently his lover. Their situation was unique - both
knew that the relationship was only temporary, as only it could be. No
matter the outcome, whether Chakotay finally found a way back home, or
if he was discovered, there was no way they could form a more
permanent relationship.

"Just promise me one thing, Julian." Chakotay's eyes met his and held
his gaze. "Don't ever sell yourself short again. You're too good to be
in a one-sided relationship. Don't ever let anyone use you like that
again."

In the quiet moments after making love, Julian had confided in
Chakotay about his previous relationship with Garak, and how abusive
it had been. Chakotay had been outraged that anyone would treat him in
such a manner, and had been doubly outraged that Garak had turned out
to be a Cardassian. It had taken quite a while for Chakotay to calm
down, and get over his revulsion at the thought of a Cardassian using
Julian in such a manner, and that Julian was a willing party to it.

Julian nodded at Chakotay. It was a promise he intended to keep.

---

Julian groaned, arching his back in pleasure as Chakotay's well-lubed
fingers entered his body, pushing in deeply while Chakotay's other
hand reached between his legs and fondled Julian's cock. Julian bowed
his head, resting his forehead on his arms as he felt Chakotay move
behind him, the tip of his cock pressing against his backside,
preparing for entry.

::Voyager to Chakotay. Commander, are you there?::

Chakotay's combadge, forgotten weeks ago on the bedside table, came to
life.

With a low growl of frustration, Chakotay reached over Julian's back
to the table and grasped the combadge in his hand. He tapped it in
response.

"Chakotay, here. Its g-OOD to hear from you," he gritted his teeth as
Julian backed up and sat down on Chakotay's cock, impaling himself on
its length.

::We're relieved you're all right and we found you. Seven was able to
track your quantum signature through the time orb and get a signal to
your combadge::

"Hoo-ray for B-ORG ingen-UITY!" Chakotay managed, closing his eyes as
Julian moved up and down on his cock, sliding it slowly in and out of
his body with apparent satisfaction.  "Can you get me back to
Voyager?"

Chakotay's question stopped the movement from his partner. Julian sat
quietly, feeling Chakotay's cock pulse warmly inside him, his heart
anxious. Chakotay had been here nearly a month, and despite knowing
that there was no future in it, Julian's heart hadn't listened, and
had fallen in love with the darkly handsome man.

::We're working on it as we speak. Seven and Harry estimate we'll be
able to try in about 30 minutes::

"I'll be ready," Chakotay replied.

::We'll contact you before we make the attempt. Janeway out.::

Chakotay sighed, leaning his head forward to rest against Julian's
back.

"Well, we've got a half an hour, at least," Julian offered quietly,
his heart quietly breaking.

Chakotay heard more in Julian's voice than what was said, and placed a
tender kiss on the back of Julian's neck.

"Then let's make the most of it," he replied softly.

Wrapping an arm firmly around Julian's waist, he rolled them both to
their sides, his cock still buried deeply within Julian's body. Slowly
he began to move, his hands grasping Julian's cock as he thrust,
pushing against the tight bottom that curved against his groin. He
gently bit at Julian's neck and shoulders, his fingers finding the
tiny nipples on the almost hairless chest and teasing them, pinching
them until they stood erect and Julian was gasping with pleasure.

He made love to Julian with lips and tongue, with fingers and cock,
until Julian was a quivering mass of pleasure, ready to explode at the
slightest touch. Thrusting his cock deeply into his partner, he felt
his own pleasure reach the edge and with a well practiced coordination
of strokes and thrusts, brought them both to their peak of pleasure,
gasping and crying out with the intensity of it, before collapsing in
a heap of sweating muscles and semen.

Nothing was said as they silently dressed, stopping between articles
of clothing to kiss, tongues mating passionately, desperately, each
wishing to prolong the memory of the moment. Finally dressed, Chakotay
simply held Julian, his lips resting against the warmth of Julian's
neck.

::Voyager to Chakotay. We're ready::

"Acknowledged, standing by." Chakotay quickly kissed Julian and
stepped away.

"Will you ask them? After I'm gone?" Chakotay asked quietly, a small
smile curving his generous mouth.

Julian nodded. "I will." He bit his lip and swallowed. "Be happy,
Chakotay."

Chakotay nodded, feeling the transporter take hold. As the edges of
his vision began to turn white and sparkly, he thought he heard Julian
speak.

"I'll never forget you."

---

Chakotay handed Captain Janeway the PADD containing his report on what
had happened on the planet's surface and what had transpired after the
time orb had thrown him across space and reality.

"If it hadn't been for Dr. Bashir, it sounds like you might have been
in a bit of trouble," Janeway said, scanning through the report.
Chakotay had already told her the basic facts, carefully omitting
details about his personal relationship with the doctor.

"How about you, how are you faring? You seem more, relaxed, happy
somehow." Janeway scrutinized him for a long moment, before she
smiled. "Well, whatever it is, keep it up. It's been good for you."
She placed the PADD down on her table and looked up at him. "You're
off duty for two days. Dismissed."

Chakotay nodded with a smile and turned on his heel, exiting her ready
room. As he crossed the bridge, his gaze wandered to the helm and
rested briefly on the handsome blonde man carefully piloting the ship.
His lips curved into a smile as he stepped into the turbo lift, his
thoughts on taking the good captain's advice to heart.

---

The End