Title: Just a Pinch of Spice
Archive: Yes, I would love for someone to archive this so everyone
in fanfic land may read it. Just let me know where the heck you're
going to put it, so I'll know where to look. :)
Disclaimer: Paramount owns everything Trek. I own everything
and everyone I made up. <g> Am I making money from this? What the
hell are you smoking?!
Feedback: Of course I want feedback. Why else would I be writing
stories for? Hmmm? I enjoy criticism but flames shall be passed
around and laughed at. And I could use a good laugh.
Author's Note: Hello one and all! I have had many people ask for a
C/P story. So here it is. As with all my stories, this one is funny
and stupid. I simply cannot write anything else. I know, I've
tried. Oh it also has a smidgen of BDSM in it. Let me know how ya'll
liked or didn't like it. Enjoy!
Summary: Chakotay decides to try something new, but Tom isn't as
"What are you doing?" Paris asked as he walked into their
bedroom. He had gotten off duty early today and had decided to spend
some quality time with his husband. Walking into their quarters, he
had heard a peculiar sound coming from their bedroom. So he had
decided to investigate it.
Not looking up from what he was doing, "I'm putting eyebolts
into the bed frame," Chakotay replied continuing with his task.
Raising a speculative eyebrow, "Er, why?" Tom asked walking
over to his spouse.
"You'll know soon enough," Chakotay said still hunched over
Suddenly finding his throat dry, Tom sat down on the edge of
the bed. "Should I be concerned?"
Desperately trying to stifle his giggles, he looked up from
what he was working on and gave his spouse a huge grin. "I dunno,
"Knowing you, yeah," Tom replied. Giving up trying to get a
decent answer from Chakotay, he got up off the bed and walked out of
the bedroom. Leaving the bedroom, he walked over to the replicator
and asked for a glass of water. After it materialized, he grabbed it
and took a swallow. Wondering what Chakotay had in mine for him, Tom
began to pace.
//Finally finished,// Chakotay thought to himself as he
rifled through the nightstand looking for the other devices of
torture he was planning on using. Setting everything onto the bed,
he walked over to the closet to get out the outfit he had planned for
Tom to wear. Neither of them had ever done anything like this
before. But Chakotay had wanted to try something new to liven up
their sex life.
Having changed himself, Chakotay called out to his husband to
join him in the bedroom. Hearing his name called, Tom nervously
walked back into the bedroom. He couldn't help the giggles that came
out when he saw what Chakotay was dressed in. "Aw, Chakotay? What
the hell is that you're wearing?" Tom asked curiously.
Looking down at himself than at Tom, "It's a dominatrix
"Say what?" Tom asked raising an eyebrow. Chakotay was
wearing a latex body suit. It had silver blunt spikes all over, with
some silver chains handing off. There was a zipper over his crotch.
He was wearing a collar with the word 'Master' scrolled over it in
silver lettering and he was holding a riding crop in his hands.
Gulping down nonexistent spittle, Tom began to back away,
heading for the door. Seeing this, Chakotay hurriedly walked over to
Tom, grabbing him by the arm. "Tsk tsk, Tom. Now where do you think
"Umm? N-no wh-where," Tom replied as he was being dragged
over to the bed. Looking down towards the bed, he saw an array of
strange devices. //Oh. My. God.// he thought to himself, while
staring at the objects.
Grinning broadly, "Good. I also have something for you to
wear ," Chakotay said as he turned to retrieve the outfit. Seeing
his chance, Tom bolted for the door. When Chakotay turned back
towards where Tom used to be standing, all he saw was thin
air. //The little shit,// Chakotay laughed.
Running out of their quarters, Tom frantically tried to find
a hiding place. He ran towards the turbolift, jumping up and down
nervously, willing the damn thing to hurry the hell up. Right as
the 'lift doors were opening, Chakotay was walking out of their
quarters. Chakotay had thrown on a robe to hide his outfit, since he
hadn't had time to change.
Seeing him, Tom ran into the 'lift, "Deck 6!" He cried.
The 'lift took off towards it's destination. When it had finally
stopped, he sprinted out, heading towards B'Elanna's quarters.
Unbeknownst to him, Chakotay had just contacted her. B'Elanna knew
exactly who was at her door when she told Tom to enter.
Tom walked into B'Elanna's quarters, "B'Ela, you've got to
help me!" He frantically cried. Desperately trying to keep a
straight face she walked over to him, "Calm down, Tom. Now tell me
"B'Ela,he'sgonemad!" Tom explained, talking at warp speed.
Holding up her hands, "Slow down, I can't understand you."
Catching his breath, "He's gone mad I tell you, mad!" He
began pacing around the room, "He's wearing some strange outfit and
there were weird devices scattered all over the bed."
"Uh, huh," she said as she sat down on the sofa. //This is
going to be fun,// she mused as she continued to watch Tom pace
around the room.
"You've gotta help me get away from him!" He yelled.
Suddenly the door chimed. Tom stopped his pacing as he heard
B'Elanna say, "Enter."
Tom almost fainted when he saw who had walked through the
door. "B'Elanna! How could you?" He asked when he saw the huge grin
plastered on her face. "Hey, he offered me a month's worth of
replicator rations if I helped him. How could I resist?"
Backing away from both of them, "I thought you were my
friend," Tom cried from behind the chair he had passed by.
Sighing, "I am your friend, Tom. But the look on your face
was worth it," she said smiling.
Chakotay continued advancing on Tom, until he had backed him
up into a corner. "Come along, Tom. We have some unfinished
business to take care of."
Tom tried ducking out of reach, but Chakotay was faster. He
grabbed ahold of Tom and lifted him up over his shoulder. He headed
towards the door, turning briefly to B'Elanna, "Thanks. I'll have
the rations forwarded to your account tomorrow."
Grinning madly, "No problem."
Chakotay smiled and turned back towards the door. Tom began
to squirm and Chakotay smacked his ass to quiet him. Deciding to
save himself further embarrassment, Tom quite moving. Chakotay
happily walked over to the turbolift. When it arrived, he walked
into it and called for their deck.
Walking out of the 'lift, Chakotay carried Tom all the way
towards their quarters. Upon entering them, he headed straight for
the bedroom. Not letting Tom go, he grabbed the handcuffs from the
bed. Putting Tom down, he took one of the cuffs and shackled it onto
Tom's wrist. Pushing his husband down onto the bed, he locked his
wrist into the eyebolt that was drilled into the headboard. He than
proceeded to do the same to Tom's other wrist.
"Why are you doing this?" Tom asked trying his damnedest to
"Well, if you had let me explain before taking off, I would
have told you."
Continuing his struggles, Tom glared at Chakotay. Ignoring
the murderous look his spouse was giving him, "I had wanted to try
something new. I read up on this and thought we could give it a
When Tom didn't say anything, Chakotay leaned over and gave
his husband a loving kiss. //That did it,// He mused to himself as
Tom relaxed a bit and smiled. "Believe me, Tom. This can be a very
Tom moaned for more attention by puckering his lips and
making kissing noises. Chuckling, Chakotay happily obliged. He than
called for the lights to turn off.
All you could hear in the bedroom was rattling chains, very
noisy kissing sounds, loud moans and gasps, and clothes being shed.