The BLTS Archive - Playing All Sides Against the End fourth 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: The "Dark Waters" saga was started after a request for Tu/C material by Callie. She requested "A serious Tu/C with plot." I have to admit that this fits. This is part four. You really need to read the first three parts. This won't make much sense to you if you don't. Warnings: Angst and anger issues, borderline non-consensual and violent sexual situations. We're getting in the thick of it, folks. Special Thanks to Charlene and Pam, for providing feedback on part 3, and to Jen and Laura for EGGING ME ON WITH THAT TERRIBLE, GODAWFUL SAPPY DISGUSTING TUPPER TRASH. (Ahem). Special Note: Dedicated in *ahem* loving memory of Bast and Shar. Fuh-Q knows why. May they rest in...pieces. --- (beep) "Tuvok to Sickbay." "EMH responding. What is the nature of the medical emergency?" __pause__ "Commander Tuvok?" "Doctor. Commander Chakotay will require at least another week on medical leave. I believe him to be...improving. But he is still unstable." "Of course, Mr. Tuvok. Just send me your analysis logs as usual and I'll notify the Captain." "Thank you, Doctor." "Mr. Tuvok, forgive me for inquiring, but your voice sounds rather strained. Are you...all right?" __pause__ "Mr. Tuvok?" "I am...distracted, Doctor. Forgive me. These sessions with Commander Chakotay...require much attention." "Of course. I'll let you get back to it then. EMH out." Tuvok remains slumped against the wall, looking across the starlit room at Chakotay's body. He watches the other man breathe slowly, slowly becoming aware of the tenuous bond stretching between them. With some effort, he attempts to strengthen it. The ache of their violent joining still courses through him, both heating his blood and chilling his spirit. Tuvok mentally struggles to come to grips with what has happened...he has accepted another into his mind - not a mate, not even a lover per se - a man of violent emotion and overwhelming wants. Wanting...he wants /me/...Tuvok recalls with guilty pleasure. He savors the illicit feel of it for some moments before finally taking a deep breath and sublimating the emotions, logic and sense flooding back, but without the edge of horror as before - perhaps with the edge of reason. "Only control matters," Tuvok tells himself, beginning to recite logic edicts. "Only control matters. I am in control. I am in control." he murmurs softly. After time, Tuvok stops his efforts and stands, walking slowly out of the room. Knowing he cannot retrieve it, he leaves a torn piece of himself behind - and in selfish recompense, he carries a piece of Chakotay with him. The door swooshes shut after Tuvok's departure, and Chakotay opens his eyes to stare at the smooth steel of the door. After some moments, he smiles. A dark, cold smile to match his glittering black eyes. --- (beep) "Chakotay to Tuvok." "Tuvok here." "Ah...what time will we meet for our next session?" "Tomorrow at 1300 hours, according to the schedule I sent to your terminal, Commander." "Oh, I see. Yes...1300 hours." "Is there a problem, Commander?" "Well, why don't you come at 1200 and we'll have lunch beforehand." "Lunch." "You do eat lunch, don't you, Tuvok?" "Of course, Commander. But to combine a leisure activity with a counseling session..." "You're not counseling me anymore, remember? We're just going through the Doctor's hoops now. Aren't we?" __pause__ "Tuvok." "We are following standard protocol to finish the evaluation." "All right. You'll stay afterward, then." __pause__ "Tuvok, I want you to stay afterward." "Very well." "Good. See you tomorrow then. Chakotay out." Chakotay smiles as he cuts the communication short. He wants the Vulcan near again - within reach - so he can quench the desires that burn in him. "He knows I want him." Chakotay tells himself. "He'll come to me." He busies himself tidying the quarters, setting out some tea, and he deliberately changes the sheets on the bed. With some forethought, he goes to the replicator and requests a bottle of lubricant, which he sets prominently on the bedstand. "I just have to get through to tomorrow." --- (beep) "Janeway to Tuvok." "Tuvok here." "Fill me in on Commander Chakotay's progress." "The Commander is making inroads on his problems, Captain." "And?" "And we will continue to work, Captain." "Is he improving? How is his attitude?" __pause__ "Tuvok?" "His attitude and demeanor are improving. He can now successfully meditate, although I caution that he is nowhere near ready for duty." "But he's improving. Wonderful. Keep me informed. Janeway out." Tuvok swallows, then tries again. His throat is too dry to complete the action. He stands and requests a glass of water from the replicator, and drinks it in one action, carefully setting the glass back into the replicator. He sits, gingerly, back into his chair at his desk and directs his mind to concentrate on the task at hand. Although he is able to work, one small detached part of his mind keeps reliving the luncheon with Chakotay - the naked passion and flaring heat - even now his cock thickens at the memory. He attempts to concentrate further, ignoring the desire pooling in his groin. Work progresses, with some difficulty, and Tuvok notes that his body temperature has risen to the point of discomfort. He removes his outer jacket and reseats himself - his trouser pants pull painfully over his swollen erection. His eyes close momentarily as he forces his body to accept his mind's control. Breaths fill the room, harsh breaths, and his hands knead his upper thighs, gripping them tightly under the desk. The muscles clench in reaction, pulling the fabric of his trousers even tighter over his groin...jarring a low moan from him. Tuvok's hands smooth upward over the lump in his trousers, pressing downward, attempting to quell the rising desire - but he can only feel Chakotay's hands doing the same - just that afternoon, rubbing him under the table as they ate lunch, undoing his pants and stroking him - his thick, tapered fingers wrapping tightly about Tuvok's heavy cock, manipulating the skin back and forth, faster...all the while carrying on an innocent conversation and eating the salads he had prepared. Tuvok remembers the salad settling in a lump in his throat as Chakotay stroked him harder...harder...until Tuvok drops his fork into his salad, muscles clenching, with a low cry as his cock jerks and explodes, covering Chakotay's hand with thick, silky come under the tablecloth... He doesn't get much work done that evening. --- (beep) "Chakotay to Tuvok." "Tuvok here." "Meet me for dinner at 1900 hours." "I will be working on training reports at that time." "You can do the training reports later. I want you to have dinner with me." __pause__ "Tuvok." "Agreed. Dinner at 1900 hours." "Good. See you then. Chakotay out." --- (beep) "Paris to Tuvok." "Tuvok here." "Hey - a bunch of us are here at Sandrine's - why don't you come down? We're celebrating our new ore find." "I have reports to finish, Lieutenant, but I appreciate the invitation." "Aw, Tuvok, let it slide for once!" "Enjoy your celebration, Lieutenant. Tuvok out." (beep) "Seven of Nine to Tuvok." "Tuvok here." "Commander, there is a...celebration of sorts on Holodeck One. Would you care to attend with me?" "Thank you for your invitation, Seven. I am otherwise occupied." "Very well. Seven out." (beep) "Neelix to Mr.Vulcan!" "Tuvok here." "Now, Commander, we're having such a nice party, and I even coaxed the Captain into attending...surely you can put in an appearance." "Mr. Neelix. I am occupied with mineral reports and energy readouts for the next month. If we wish to utilize the ore deposits you are "celebrating"...someone must complete these evaluations." "Ah...I see. Well, come down when you finish then. Neelix out." (beep) "Chakotay to Tuvok." "Tuvok here." "Why aren't you at the party?" "As I have informed numerous others, I am otherwise occupied." "Working on energy consumption reports, no doubt." "No doubt." "Well, put them aside and come down to the party. I want to celebrate." "You may celebrate without my presence." "Tuvok, your presence makes it all the more sweet. Now come down here." __pause__ "Tuvok, I want you to come down here, sit at this table with me, and talk about whatever you want, all right? I want you here." "Very well. I am on my way." "Great. Chakotay out." --- (beep) "Tuvok to Commander Chakotay." "Chakotay here. What's up, Tuvok?" "You are currently 16.5 minutes late for our meeting." "Oh - I got tied up working in Astrometrics with Seven. Can we do it tomorrow?" "There are 43.5 minutes remaining in the evaluation session." "Later, Tuvok - I'm in the middle of taking apart the main viewscreen." "Commander." "Look, Tuvok, I'm sorry. It'll just have to wait. Chakotay out." Chakotay looks back up at Seven from his vantage point on the floor. "What did you say, Seven?" "I said, Commander, that I am fully capable of finishing. You may attend your appointment." "I've already rescheduled it. Besides, it would be damn awkward for you to have to hold this screen up /and/ make the adjustments." "That is true." Seven replies, tilting her head as she looks down at Chakotay crouching on the floor. "Well let's get back to work." Chakotay smiles at Seven, eyebrow rising in admiration as she turns her back to him. His thoughts turn warm and suddenly his trousers are very tight. He sighs. Seven turns back around and walks cross the room, carrying two instruments with her. "Commander, since the screen component is not hinged, you must hold it up while I crawl under it to reach the third set of relays." "Sure, Seven." Chakotay watches with a rakish grin as Seven scoots on her stomach under the screen he is holding, her rear wiggling in that tight blue uniform. "Say, Seven," "Yes, Commander." "What are you doing after we finish these calibrations?" "It will then be necessary for me to ingest nutrients." "Want to have dinner with me?" "With you, Commander?" "Sure. We'll sit at the same table, chat about quantum physics, then go for a walk." "I see. Is this called 'socializing'?" "Yes, it is, Seven." "I accept, Commander." Chakotay grins even wider, eyes tracing the curve of her ass. "Great." --- (beep) "Chakotay to Tuvok." "Tuvok here." "Let's cut out of that party tonight and spend some time together." "It is Lieutenant Paris' birthday. It would be inappropriate..." "Tuvok, we'll put in an appearance, leave separately, and meet in my quarters. We can work on the new crew cross-training rotations. And perhaps our own cross-training relations, hmmmm?" __pause__ "Tuvok." "Agreed." "Great. I'll see you at the party...are you wearing that new shirt?" "I have not given my attire any thought." "You should wear that black shirt. You look wonderful in it. Everyone would be jealous...course, no one knows anything..." "You wish me to wear the shirt you replicated." "Yes, Tuvok, I do. Wear it. It pleases me. It turns me on." __pause__ "Tuvok?" "Very well. I must return to my staff evaluations now." "Fine. I'll talk to you later. Chakotay out." Chakotay leans back against the wall, smiling greedily. He lets out a pent up breath as her remembers the dark Vulcan swathed in the black velvet of the shirt he'd replicated for him. The velvet turned hot as well, and rubbed his skin just the right way...Chakotay draws in another breath as his nipples and cock tighten in reaction to the memory... Tuvok had opened the box slowly, not outwardly showing any excitement or revelation. He removed the top of the box and pushed away the crackling paper inside. His fingers moved slowly to stroke the black velvet, moving lightly along the open neckline. He finally looks up at Chakotay questioningly. "I want you to wear it." Chakotay whispered into the Vulcan's ear where he stands behind the couch, leaning to lightly lick the pointed tip of Tuvok's ear. Tuvok pulled the shirt out of the box, shaking out the folds, appraising the fabric. "This garment is...fanciful." Tuvok noted softly. "Yes..." Chakotay growled, walking around the couch. "And I fancy seeing you in it." Tuvok dropped the box and it slid to the floor as Chakotay jerked Tuvok's undershirt from his trousers, pulling it up over his head before Tuvok can utter another word. Silently Tuvok allowed Chakotay his want, raising his arms to feel the velvet settle on his shoulders and skim his hollowed stomach. Chakotay stepped back, eyes sparking. "You should wear black more often, Tuvok." Tuvok raised an eyebrow. "Indeed?" Chakotay kicked the box out of the way as he moved to press Tuvok back down into the couch from where he stood. "Yes..." he hissed as he unfastened Tuvok's trousers. Tuvok took in a breath, his eyes closing slightly as the movements of Chakotay's hand over his chest, upon the velvet, lightly tickled and aroused him. Just being near Chakotay placed him in a state of arousal, anymore...the man's animal magnetism and heat jumpstarted Tuvok's wayward emotional state. He sighed...absently wondering where his control had gone... Chakotay growled as he pressed against the Vulcan, twangs of desire shooting through him, engorging his cock. He yearned to quench that passion again and again in Tuvok's hot body. His hands pushed at his own trousers, kicking them off into the floor as he pulled down Tuvok's as well. "Tuvok...you /can/ participate, you know..." Chakotay teased, biting the Vulcan's neck, then his ear, batting his full erection against the Vulcan's distended balls, teasing him with the fucking to come. His hand reaches down to stretch Tuvok's cock, pulling it hard. "Yes." Tuvok sounded in a drawn murmur, head tilted to lean on the back of the sofa as Chakotay's teeth occupied his attention ...he floated on the waves of desire crashing through him, weary of the fight against emotion, weary of the constant fight for control. "Isn't this what you want?" Chakotay taunted, rubbing the length of his cock up and down the crack of Tuvok's anus. "Isn't this what you keep coming back for?" Tuvok's breaths came quick as he cracked under the heady sexual pleasure, shudders shaking his frame in Chakotay's arms. "Do it..." Tuvok murmured harshly. "Do it now." Chakotay grinned and wasted no time. After grabbing the lubricant and coating his cock, he pushed Tuvok over the end arm, pressing him down on his knees, pulling the dark-skinned ass into the air. The blunt head of Chakotay's aroused cock pressed into Tuvok's ass, pressing into the ring of muscle that contracted before giving in, and Tuvok winced and groaned as Chakotay once again possessed him. Chakotay took deeper breaths as he began to move his cock in and out of Tuvok, enjoying the Vulcan's submission, soon quickening his movements as his cock swelled deep red, waves of shock jumping through him, the Vulcan's labored moans exciting him all the more. Tuvok felt Chakotay explode inside him, and he tried to move against the sofa, the slick fabric barely rubbing his cock almost enough to push him over the edge...but Chakotay's grip on his hips kept him from that success as his yells of orgasm echoed in the Vulcan's ears. Tuvok cried aloud in frustration as Chakotay continued to pump into him over and over, then fell upon him, pressing him solidly into the sofa, his weight allowing no movement or friction for Tuvok's tormented cock. --- (beep) "Tuvok to Chakotay." __pause__ "Tuvok to Commander Chakotay." "Chakotay here." "Commander - you are 22 minutes late to the Aikido training session." "Ah...Tuvok (slight laugh)..I'm kind of in the middle of something here." "Shall I assume you will not be attending?" "Ah...yeah..(feminine laugh in background) Hey, Tuvok, I'll make it up to you tomorrow, OK? Gotta go...Chakotay out." Tuvok stood alone in the gym, his jaw clenching, hands pulling in and out of fists before he remembered himself and forced some semblance of composure. He swallowed thickly, one part of his mind presenting all the logical reasons for the sounds he had heard - yet one tiny part of his mind turning his stomach and eating at his shaky confidence. He departs the gym, heading for Chakotay's quarters. --- (beep) "Chakotay to Tuvok." "Tuvok here." "It's almost midnight, Tuvok. I thought you were coming over." "I have reports to complete." "You're not in your office. You're in your room, where you've been for hours now. What are you doing?" __pause__ "Tuvok?" "I am...meditating." "Well...I apologize. I didn't realize." "Obviously." "Now, Tuvok, I was just checking. You're the one who said you would come to my quarters tonight. If you changed your mind you should have just commed and told me so." "I...did not have the opportunity." "The hell, Tuvok. If you don't want to spend time with me, just say so. Don't yank me around or leave me sitting hours on end." "I value your company." "Then get over here and value me in person. I'm all worked up and I want to work it out on you - Chakotay out." Something nearly resembling a sigh escapes Tuvok. Meditation still eludes him...just out of reach...and it is beginning to wear on him. Exhaustion gnaws at his mind, yet he pushes it away and stands, changing into simple clothes to visit Chakotay. "Tuvok...." Chakotay's voice echoes across the room once he arrives, heavy and silky, thick with want. "I've missed you...I want you..." No more words are spoken. --- (beep) "Chakotay to Tuvok." "Tuvok here." "When are we going to finish up that report? I'm ready to go back to duty." "I am not satisfied that we have resolved your...issues, Commander." "Tuvok - I'm doing /so/ much better. Surely you can see that. I've been meditating for almost two weeks now...I haven't has a nightmare in almost a week." "Commander, there is the matter of your patience levels and ability to perform under stress." "Tuvok. I think we both know I can perform...under many kinds of stress." __pause__ "Tuvok? Come on. It's not like you won't be keeping an eye on me. Give me a break here. I'm ready to get back to it." __pause__ "Tuvok." "Very well. We will meet tomorrow at 1500 hours to discuss the terms of your return to duty." "Great! Oh - but we're still on for Aikido this evening, right? I thought you might help me work on making that next level." "You scheduled time in the gym at 1900 hours. If duty permits, I will be present." "Tuvok, now don't weasel out on me now. You're the best on the ship when it comes to self-defense and I need you to help me." __pause__ "Tuvok?" "Very well." "Good. See you this evening. Chakotay out." --- (beep) "Tuvok to Commander Chakotay." "Chakotay here." "I have completed the quarterly security evaluations." "So?" "Would you...be free for a recreational pursuit?" "What kind of recreation do you have in mind, Tuvok?" "I have time reserved in Holodeck Two, or alternatively the gym is open for two hours this evening." "I have a better idea. Why don't you come down to my quarters and we'll work out here. I want to see you, Tuvok." __pause__ "Tuvok?" "Agreed." "I look forward to seeing you. Chakotay out." --- (beep) "Chakotay to Tuvok." "Tuvok here." "I need to work out some aggression." "The gym is currently unscheduled." "And so are you. I want you in my quarters, five minutes ago." "Commander..." "Don't screw around Tuvok. I want you here and I want you here now. Chakotay out." Tuvok swallows, fist clenching. "It shouldn't be this way." he thinks dazedly, yet his gut reaction is to stand and go. And so he does. He pauses outside Chakotay's quarters, trying to take stock of the situation - then the door slides open, revealing darkness, and he is jerked inside...the door closes behind him - not that he notices, dazed as his body hits the wall, chest first, nearly knocking the breath from him. He struggles to get in a breath. Any defense reaction is willfully denied, as he knows who is responsible. Chakotay growls, ripping at Tuvok's trousers, pushing them downward and pressing Tuvok violently against the wall, all in one motion. The Vulcan does not resist as Chakotay roughly pulls his hips out, spreading his ass and laying his thick cock against his anus. With a rough push, he presses into Tuvok, grunting against the resistance. Angrily Chakotay jerks Tuvok's hips, pulling his frame toward him as he pushes within. Tuvok breathes raggedly, the pain swirling about him as only one thought echoes - logic having fled the wild dissolution of control - "He wants me..." Tuvok's anus gives, letting the thick cock push through, and Chakotay grunts in pleasure as he roughly pulls in and out, animal sounds grating in the Vulcan's ears. Those breaths fill his mind, those rough sounds, and the spiraling pain as his own cock beats against the wall erratically. Frustrated by the rough going, Chakotay pushes harder, slamming his hips into Tuvok's, reaching around and jerking on Tuvok's cock. "Come on, you bastard..take it...take it!" Chakotay rants darkly, his face contorted in some sort of agony. Tuvok's face lies against the wall as his body accepts Chakotay's violent rutting, his ass pressed outward trying to ease the dry and tearing passage, and Tuvok takes a desperate breath against the pain - then Chakotay roars against him as he jerks a last time into Tuvok, the hot come both easing the passage and making it more painful. With the orgasm overtaking him, Chakotay pulls on Tuvok's cock, feeling it blast come on the wall, and he gives in to the spiraling darkness of overloaded senses, collapsing mindlessly against the Vulcan in the darkness. --- (beep) "Janeway to Tuvok." "Tuvok here." "Is this report correct? You're clearing Chakotay for duty." "I am clearing the Commander for duty, Captain." "Well, that's just wonderful. He's made such progress - I'll have to mention it to you." "As you should, Captain." "Will he be attending any follow-up sessions?" "With the Doctor..." "He'll keep me informed I'm sure. You've completed a difficult task, Tuvok. I don't envy you." "It is my duty, Captain." "Nevertheless, you went beyond the call, I'm sure. I'm allotting you bonus rations, and two shifts off next week. Enjoy them." "I protest, Captain..." "Don't protest. You deserve it. I'm sure Chakotay will be glad to be rid of you. Do you two get along any better than you did before?" "We...get along, Captain." "That's reassuring. I'm glad he reached out and compromised that way. He's had to give and take quite a bit in all this." __pause__ "Tuvok?" "If that's all, Captain?" "Yes, Tuvok. Enjoy your time off. Janeway out." --- (beep) "Chakotay to the Captain." "Janeway here. What can I do for you, Commander?" "Captain, I have some concerns. About Commander Tuvok." "Is that so?" "Captain, although he officially released me from counseling, he persists in questioning my actions." "Well, Commander, I'm sure he's just trying to make sure you have the support you need." "Captain, I seriously think he's trying to undermine my position." "Well, Commander, if you feel that way, we should definitely talk about it." "I need to talk to someone - I can't lodge a complaint with security since he runs security." "Commander?" "Tuvok is stopping by my quarters several times a day, and even at night. He's interrupted personal matters. Frankly, I'm getting tired of it." "Commander, I'm sure there's a logical explanation. Come by and talk to me at 1500 hours. We'll work something out." "Thank you, Captain. Chakotay out." --- Tuvok sits alone in his darkened room, his chair not facing the open viewport, but a blind corner. He sits silently for hours, his mind empty of all but a few thoughts...thoughts of emptiness, betrayal...and darkness. He turns his face to the viewport, and blinks, the soft light reflecting tracks of light on his cheek. Amazed, his hand moves slowly to wipe at his cheeks - to wipe away the silent tears. --- continued in the fifth story in the Dark Waters series 'A Fight Worth Fighting'