The BLTS Archive - Un series
#6: Unguarded
by Kiff (Kiff47@yahoo.com)

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Chakotay lies on his back, listening to the man beside him.  Tom is
falling asleep at last, his breathing becoming slow and rhythmic.

The commander waits.  He wants to make sure Tom is completely out, so
that he can get up and take care of his aching ass.  Then he's going to
get dressed and leave.  He won't stay.  He never stays with his lovers
afterwards.

Another minute passes.  Chakotay looks at Tom again.  The pilot is
lying on his left side, facing Chakotay, his eyes closed, apparently at
peace.  It is amazing, after what he had done to Chakotay only moments
before, it seems.

Cautiously, the commander sits up.  Tom doesn't move.  Good.  Chakotay
leaves the bed, stretches, and walks into the outer room to retrieve
his clothes, along with the towel that Tom had used on him earlier.  He
creeps into Tom's bathroom and closes the door.  

Gingerly, Chakotay wipes his ass and upper thighs.  He is not surprised
to see flecks of blood left on the towel.  He knows Tom had not
deliberately set out to hurt him; the younger man had just gotten
carried away -- and taken Chakotay along with him.  Great spirits, when
was the last time he had been fucked so well and so thoroughly?  

He can't remember.

In one of Tom's cabinets, Chakotay finds a small dermal regenerator. 
Squatting, the commander touches the instrument to his rear and heals
himself as best he can on his own.  This is one injury he will never
tell the Doctor about.

Finished, he is about to replace the regenerator when his combadge
crackles suddenly.  It is still attached to the shirt he had been
wearing all evening, until Tom had stripped it from him.

"Tuvok to Commander Chakotay."

The commander dives for his shirt, disconnects the device, and bends
over it, hoping this interruption has not wakened Tom.  "Chakotay
here."

"Sir, I received a report from one of my security team that Ensign
Paris assaulted you on the holodeck this evening.  Do you require
assistance?"

"No."

"Do you wish to press charges?"

Chakotay smiles in spite of himself.  "No, Tuvok.  The situation is
under control."

"You are quite certain?"

"Let's just say that Mr. Paris and I have -- worked out our
differences."

"Very well, Commander.  Tuvok out."

Chakotay signs off, then puts Tom's regenerator away, tosses the towel
into the recycler, and starts to put his underwear on.

There is a sound from the other room.  Chakotay opens the door a crack.
 Tom is shifting his position in the bed and muttering in his sleep as
he does so.  He rolls over to face away from the commander, exposing
his shoulders and a sizable portion of his back.

Chakotay watches as the younger man settles in once more.  Tom's pale
skin glows in the light from the bathroom.  Blond hair spills over his
pillow.  Only minutes before, he had taken Chakotay with a triumphant
intensity.  Now he is as vulnerable as a small child.  

This contrast is not lost on the commander.  Up to this point he has
thought of Tom Paris in two ways -- either as a personal irritation or
as a sex object.  But of course Tom is just as complicated as any other
person, and more complicated than most others on Voyager.  He has great
moments of personal strength, and certainly his share of spectacular
failures.

Something happened tonight -- something completely unexpected. 
Chakotay had planned on provoking Paris, getting him into bed, and
flushing the young man out of his system once and for all.  Tomorrow,
life would go on as it had before.

He has accomplished the first two objectives without much trouble. 
However, the third is proving to be more difficult.  

Chakotay holds his pants in his hands, hesitating.  He should get
dressed and leave.  If he doesn't, he'll lose what little control he
has left of this situation.

On the other hand, there is plenty of room next to Tom in the bed. 
Chakotay is tired, and a warm body would be nice to hold right now.

A few hours won't make a difference.  He'll wake himself up early and
leave before Tom even knows he's been there.  He'll get back to his
quarters and grab a quick shower before his shift begins.  Yes.  That's
a plan.

Chakotay drops the pants to the floor, turns off the bathroom light,
and climbs into bed beside Tom.  He pulls the blankets up, then throws
his left arm over the younger man's chest.  Tom sighs in his sleep and
leans into the embrace.  

Chakotay curls protectively around the pilot's warm body and is asleep
within minutes.

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The End