The BLTS Archive - Melt Into Me second in the Dark Waters series by Sileya (sileyathesultry@gmail.com) --- Disclaimers: Paramount is God, we are prostrate before the altar, all we borrow is yours, and we gain nothing from it. Amen. This story contains descriptions of relations between men which some people may find (ahem) objectionable. If that's the case, then don't read this story. But I think you'll regret missing it. Archiving: Anywhere, just keep disclaimers and my name on it. Thanks. Author's Note: Someone, I wish I knew who, requested "A serious Tu/C with plot." Here it is. Someone please claim the challenge. This is the second section of "Dark Waters"...it will be continued. This section is totally different than the first. But I hope it's just as powerful. After long agony, I decided that a short vignette style would be the best host for what I wanted to communicate. Excerpts of the "Melt Into Me" lyrics are from "The Bitter Suite," an episode of "Xena: Warrior Princess." I couldn't resist...the lyrics are just perfect. Yes, I read Xena fan fic first. But look at what fan fic I write. Case closed. Warnings: Angst and anger issues, borderline non-consensual and violent sexual situations. Thanks: To the "Delta Blues - Jim Wright's Voyager Reviews" site - http://www.treknews.com/deltablues - and to "Star Trek Voyager Reviews" by Julia Houston http://members.aol.com/Homespon/bloodfe.html Thanks also to Wildcat for beta reading. She's my fellow Vulcan sex monger. This takes place some weeks following the events in "Who Counsels the Counselor?" --- The room is dim, and warm, the flickering flames of candles echoing about the room, shimmering, the shards of orange light sliding over the faces of the two men. They sit silent, silent and unmoving, the barest echo of breathing filling the empty space. A grimace crosses Chakotay's tired face, the frown deepening as he tries too hard. His concentration is broken, splintered by the hollowness which seizes upon him like a spreading disease. He shifts slightly, suddenly wanted to stretch his legs, to move and work out the pain and denial that sits in his groin, the object of his desire so close. He bites back a groan. They'd tried, again and again, for weeks. There is no connection, no way to work together for Chakotay's recovery. His pain and humiliation block their efforts, and keep them apart, as he struggles to hide his burgeoning desire from the Vulcan. Chakotay takes a breath, shaking his head, abandoning his efforts. Time after time, his efforts fruitless, colored and strained by his attempt to hide his unreasonable and burning desire for the Vulcan's touch. Tuvok reaches forward, his own face passive, his eyes remaining closed. He senses the distress, feeling the projections of disgust emanating from the man near him. He reaches out his left hand, palm open, an offering. He has sensed, over the weeks, the other man's desires, he has felt the shocks of hot wanting echo through his own body. After several minutes of unwavering offering from Tuvok, and with not a little reluctance, Chakotay finally reaches forward, for the first time, to touch him. Painstakingly covering the minute distance in the longest measure of time, his fingers finally lightly brush Tuvok's palm, then settle there, soaking in the ambient warmth of the Vulcan's presence. A thrill of pleasure shoots through his abdomen, his desire tightening with flesh contact. Tuvok flinches inside, perhaps even visibly, with the tingling shock of Chakotay's touch. It courses through him immediately, the red hot desire and yearning from time past, catching his breath, curling inside him with want. The honest emotion, pouring from the gaping wounds of Chakotay's soul, wraps about him, insulating his logic, insinuating itself into his perception. Yet, pushing aside this sudden curl of desire, with great deference and a firm decision, Tuvok begins to project a sense of calm to the man near him. The candle between them flickers, splutters and sparks with a snap. That feeling of warmth and calm spreads with the warmth, starting in the fingertips, spreading through Chakotay's hand, to his wrist, languorously spreading like a thick, soothing oil, settling deep and heavy into his bones. Despite the curling of desire in his groin, he cannot help but be soothed, the calm settling into him with such warmth. Tuvok moves his right hand up from his lap, the fingers instinctively clenching. Without opening his eyes, for sight would spoil the vision, he reaches for Chakotay. His hand moves slowly, unerringly, and lightly touches Chakotay's left cheek, brushing there for the briefest of seconds, pulling away, then settling against the skin. Tuvok perceives sparks flashing from that contact, from his fingertips to Chakotay's highly charged skin. Chakotay flinches in turn, the touch of Tuvok's soft fingertips unanticipated, yet comforting. The feeling of calm increases, lulling him into trust, lulling him into concentration. Tuvok's lips move silently, invoking his skills, their bodies linked by the touch of fingertips. The warmth effuses, filling them both until they are flushed, their breathing growing short, filling the room, the spark and tingle of their connection shooting through them both, desire slowly banked and set aside. Finally, words...whispers with the barest of effort... "My mind...to your mind. My thoughts...to your thoughts...we...are...one..." Chakotay inwardly swoons, the power of their connection bursting within him, feeling the companionship of another being like never before. They are one being, one set of thoughts, one set of worries, even one set of hardening and burning desires. At a silent urging, Chakotay turns mentally to his meditation, his body not having moved at all. His thoughts flowing through the mutual bond, Tuvok is filled with the strength and sullied purity of Chakotay's damaged being. He can feel the hurt, the misconceptions, the sorrow, all coursing into life, all flowing through his temples with the beat of his pulse. And he encounters the desire, feels it circling him like a predator, sees it closing in to make him part of itself. He feels Chakotay's wants, relives the incoherent daydreams, groans at the enveloping and intoxicating passion as it fills him completely. He breathes deliberately, resisting the pull to lose himself, even shortly, in the complexity of Chakotay. Unmindful of Tuvok's battle with his own turgid emotions and desires, Chakotay searches, his mind springing free with Tuvok as an anchor, searching for his spirit guide. After a flashing light to match the coursing warmth in his veins, he is once again in the forest. The trees reach high above him, spreading to block out the sky, the foliage covers the ground with its voracious intent to survive. Yet it is silent, and dark. He searches, confusion feeding back to Tuvok, who accepts it and places it aside. He echoes back, his caring and concern filling Chakotay with a resolve to continue...//You're lost and confused, But I understand// The dark forest opens into a glade, and Chakotay emerges into the eerie moonlight, Tuvok a shadow behind him. With horror, Chakotay discovers his spirit guide, the wolf lying torn and bleeding in the trampled grass. Shock echoes through their link, its strength and helplessness evoking Tuvok's instincts to protect him. He steps forward, laying a hand on Chakotay's shoulder for support. Breaking out of reverie, Chakotay shakes, mortified, pointing silently at the ceremonial dagger buried in the wolf's belly. It is his own. Tears and pain streak through him, and recriminations. They pass on to Tuvok, who battles them with a silent strength and growing compassion. He reaches forward, a moving illusion in Chakotay's spirit world, pulling Chakotay into his embrace, the fire of their newly discovered desire licking through his veins like a dark power. Despite the tiny scream of logic, he reaches forward, enveloping Chakotay in himself, wanting so much, suddenly, painfully, to make him better. To heal him. //This once beloved friend has been slain by your hand. You feel all alone, betrayed and adrift... but maybe her loss can be viewed as a gift. Now I'll be your rock, your strength and support, your close confidant with whom you can consort. I know you completely, come melt into me...feel what I'm feeling, come melt into me...come melt into me...// Their insignificant arms curl about one another, grasping each other so close although they could not possibly be closer, the fire burning between them, inside them, consuming them utterly as they are one mind, one spirit. While Tuvok seeks to comfort and bolster Chakotay's wounded spirit, he is caught in the tide, unable to pull away from the rising emotions as Chakotay seizes upon Tuvok's seeming acceptance. Chakotay's fevered mind relives its greatest passion as he falls further and further into Tuvok. He tastes the dark flesh, licking at its sweat, savoring the erotic turn as he himself is laid bare and exposed, his hunger raging in his groin. Tuvok swirls in the vortex of consuming desires, his mind struggling and searching for an anchor in the illusions and shadows. He feels the passion consuming him, and fights to separate himself from its voracious hunger, afraid he will be lost, knowing he will be violated. Chakotay gasps as he feels himself touched, perhaps by himself, as they are one mind, exulting in the worship to his own body, the desire within him a roaring fire. He grasps at Tuvok, his mouth devouring the tender skin, his hand roughly exploring the body which is an extension of his own, as if they were joined physically as well as mentally and spiritually. Lost in the desires, a small part of Tuvok begins to fear for Chakotay's sanity. The man is far gone into his own mind, and pulls Tuvok swiftly along with him, feeling the same desires, the same passion coursing through him as hotly as he had ever experienced, his groin tightening to the point of bursting. Chakotay straddles the illusion body in front of him, feeling the extension of himself, feeling his possession of Tuvok, just as he had always wanted. He thrusts forward, burying himself further and further into Tuvok, crying out in ecstasy as his entire being clenches in a wild orgasm, every muscle tensed in the joy of total completion. Dragged along on the waves of Chakotay's illusion, Tuvok burns with the mental possession of the other man's claiming, gasping at the invasion, gasping at the powerful and alluring pull of the desire which sucks at his resolve. Desperately, he moves to break away... Physically, neither had moved to this moment, sunk so deeply into one another's minds. Tuvok suddenly moves forward, leaning over the candle, to claim Chakotay's lips for his own just as he mentally wrenches away to preserve his own being. Shocked at the sudden dissolution, Chakotay gasps aloud against Tuvok's lips, his breathing labored. His eyes snap open as Tuvok pulls away, catching the labored breathing of the Vulcan. With cries of wounded animal pain and humiliation, Chakotay leans over, hiding his face in his hands over the wasted seed which soaks him through, crying for the lost connection, for the answer to all his dreams. Tuvok sits back, eyes fevered, gasping, attempting to find himself, feeling his own seed flood hot against his brightened skin. With one small, tiny piece of his mind, he acknowledges that this attempt went far, far wrong...and that he has paid the price for his arrogance. Yet, he also knows that he will not be able to leave Chakotay. They are far too close now...a piece of each resides in the other...and that nothing will ever be able to separate them. He closes his eyes in pain, listening to the sobs of the broken man on the other side of the candle. --- continued in the third story in the Dark Waters series 'Ego and Wanting'