Summary:
In answer to Isa's challenge on Jupiter Station. Less
than 36 hours
after Voyager's return to the Alpha quadrant, Tom
vanishes.
Why? Was he alone? Does anybody know anything about
it?
Most importantly, what will Chakotay do about it? Let's see.
"I have found Lieutenant Paris, Captain."
"The ship?"
Picard moved from his command chair to the science
station on
the upper platform. Chakotay gave Wil a tense look and
then rose
from the smaller seat beside him to follow the captain.
"No sir a planet."
Chakotay shouldered
his way past Picard and Seven for a better look
at Data's
findings.
"What planet?"
Chakotay barked surprised at the severity in his
voice.
Thankfully, Data took no notice.
"Ligon II,
Commander." The android replied to him and then looked
over his shoulder
to his captain. There was something in his golden
eyes that
told Chakotay this wasn't just any planet.
"You're certain that's where Mr Paris is Data?"
With a tilt
to his golden head, Data replied as if stating the
obvious. "Yes
Captain. I am always certain." He paused for
permission
to continue and then did. "The ion trail disperses in
Ligon II's
atmosphere and by the rate of degradation I surmise that
the vessel
landed approximately 45 minutes ago. I could be more
precise if
you like."
"No!"
Picard retorted abruptly then calmed. "No, thank you Data.
45 minutes
is close enough." The android nodded affably to his
captain.
"How long before we reach the planet?"
"30 minutes sir."
"30 minutes."
Picard repeated softly to himself. When he turned
to Chakotay,
his face was pensive. "Commander I believe we have a
problem."
********
Well at least his ass wasn't cold anymore.
In a private
room just off the main hall, Tom marveled at his
appearance
in a tall gilded mirror. He twisted this way and that,
dipped one
shoulder and then the other and then stuck out his chest,
fascinated
by how much he sparkled.
In his hair,
over his eyes, across the tops of his shoulders to his
arms and worked
into the down of his chest were tiny flecks of gold.
And those
were only the parts you could see.
Under his silk
harem pants of sapphire blue, his legs, ass and balls
were similarly
greased and decorated.
He had put
a stop to the application of the when his large dark
attendant
wanted to put some of the glittering gel on his cock.
Besides the
fact that the man had been a little too eager, having a
golden dick
would have been a tad over the top. Tom started to smile
at his witticism
and then stopped when he saw his face in the mirror.
There was
nothing funny about being here. With shame, he turned
from his preening
and wandered to the window.
From here he
could see the spaceport where they had landed and where
he had begun
to first understand his fate.
Because very
much like Voyager on Earth, Lutan was welcomed here on
this planet
like a conquering hero bringing home the spoils of war.
Tom's capture
was congratulated, even celebrated.
The people
of Ligon II, he knew the name now, while they treated him
with kindness,
bathing and dressing him with care, looked upon him as
token of victory
over the Federation and not as a person with
rights.
Nobody cared that he was here against his will. That was
part of it,
part of the tradition, and part of their lives. Lutan
had counted
coup with the Federation by taking one of its most high-
ranking sons
and had been successful. He had stolen the princeling,
as they called
him and attainted great honour.
He was nothing but a fucking prize and after the bonding, a whore.
********
"What's the problem?"
They had reconvened
from the bridge into the conference room and all
were in attendance
sitting around the large oval table except for
him.
Chakotay was too tense, too wound up to sit.
"Mr Data please
explain to the Commander." Picard said from the head
of the table.
"Yes Captain."
The android was speaking to the whole group but
directed his
golden gaze to him. "Ligon II is a Class-M planet
whose humanoid
culture values ritual honor above all else. They lack
advanced technology
but possess significant agricultural abilities.
They hold
ritual honor highly and have a strong and stable social
structure.
They are not a member of the Federation but they do deal
frequently
with it as they produce a rare vaccine for the treatment
of the deadly
Anchilles fever."
"We have a
treaty with them, so they'll speak to us when we get
there, right?"
"Most likely Commander. The Ligonians are a amicable species."
"Then what's
the problem? We tell them about what happened to Tom,
they find
him and give him back."
"It may be
not that simple. As I stated they have a strict code of
honour and
it is likely the lieutenant's abduction is part of a
ritual of
some kind. They may not be willing to give him up." Data
went on to
explain a previous incident with the late
Natasha Yar.
Chakotay was appalled.
"Who ever stole him wants to marry him?"
"Possibly.
The dynamics of marriage on Ligon II are unclear.
However, we
do know it consists of two males and one female. It is
possible Lieutenant
Paris has been acquired to participate in such a
group.
His colouring and stature as Admiral Paris' son would make
him a highly
valued candidate."
"But against his will?"
"It was not
Natasha's choice to join with Lutan and Hagon." Data
countered.
"Then I'll beam down and take him back myself."
Picard interjected.
"That's where the problem comes in Commander.
We cannot
approach the Ligonian government in a Federation ship, an
AWOL Federation
ship if I may point out and merely demand him back.
The vaccines
they provide are too important to risk losing over one
person."
"So we're just going let them have Tom."
"No.
We are going first investigate the situation. It is possible
that the abduction
itself was the primary goal and they have no
intention
of keeping him."
"But if they do? What then?"
"It is obvious
to all of us here how much the young man means to you,
however we
must tread carefully here. One step at a time Commander. "
Picard was
right. Chakotay collapsed into the chair beside Riker and
let his head
fall into his hands. Dammit he was right. While
he
wanted nothing
more to rush in and rescue the man he was falling in
love with,
he could not do it if it threatened millions of lives.
While in the
Maquis, he had seen the nightmarish effects of Anchilles
fever in a
Bajoran refugee camp. It wasn't pretty. The disease hit
fast causing
its victims to bleed out not unlike the Ebola virus that
once killed
off half of the population of the United States of Africa
in the late
twenty first century. He couldn't let his personal
feelings jeopardize
a treaty that could prevent that. He felt a
warm hand
on his shoulder and looked up.
"Don't worry
Chakotay, will get your lover back somehow." Wil said
softly with
a big reassuring grin.
"Lover?"
Harry Kim squeaked from across the table. It was a
mistake, for
Harry. It made him a perfect target for Chakotay's
rage and feelings
of impotence.
"Yes Mr Kim,
your best friend and I are lovers. We've fucked
alright?"
He growled at the stricken ensign. "You got a problem
with that?"
"Ah no sir." Harry choked out.
The room went
dead quiet as he continued to glare at Harry, his fists
clenching
and unclenching, aching to hit anyone or anything to vent
his frustration.
"Me neither
Chakotay." It was Kathryn's amused voice. She was
trying to
break the tension, he knew. "In fact I don't think
anybody does
at this table."
"Well I think
it's all very sweet." Said Deanna Troi while smiling
softly and
giving him the benefit of kindness with her large dark
eyes.
"And romantic
too." Geordi piped. "I haven't got a problem with
it, in fact
I'm a little envious."
"Nor do I Commander."
Said Seven who was staring intently at
him.
"I am however curious as to how that is accomplished. Do you
penetrate
Mr Paris or does Mr Paris penetrate you?"
Beside him
Wil was laughing. Chakotay was mortified but incredibly
Wil was laughing.
He turned to his old friend and glared at him to
shut up but
only accomplished in making the man laugh harder.
"Oh come'on
Chakotay, aren't you going to tell us?" Wil said with a
big grin.
He was about
to smack his good friend up side the head when Picard
cleared his
throat loudly.
"Yes well perhaps
we could discuss the details of the Commander and
Mr Paris's
relationship another time." Picard turned to
Data.
"Are we within hailing distance Mr Data?"
"Yes sir."
"Well then people, I think it's time to drop in on an old friend."
********
It was time
for the dog and pony show, Tom thought wryly as he was
paraded out
into the main square. Oh good, all the kiddies were here.
The large opened
air amphitheatre was packed with dark skinned people
straining
to get a look at him. There was oohing, aahing and the
occasional
wolf whistle. Tom ignored them all and held his head
proudly as
he was brought to the raised dais at the front of the
gallery.
Lutan was there,
flanked by a another man dressed in blue silk a
shade darker
than Tom's and a woman adorned deep purple. She was
smaller than
the men but her proud straight shouldered stance and her
intense dark
gaze told him she was the one with the power of the
three.
It was she, Yareena he guessed, that Tom was brought before.
Silently she
stepped forward to inspect him.
Trailing a
finger across his chest she traced the underside of his
pectoral muscles,
played a zigzag down his stomach and then used the
full of her
hand to cup his balls as if weighing them. Tom stared
straight ahead
and bit the inside of his bottom lip as her clinical
examination
went from his sac to his cock.
"Not much."
Yareena said with distaste as she mauled his flaccid
penis with
her fingers. Perversely insulted, Tom looked sharply at
her and pulled
his hips back from her grasp. With amusement, she
let him.
"No," Lutan
spoke from behind her. "But he is well enough endowed
for one of
his species." His voice became smoky. "And he does know
how to use
it to advantage."
"You have had
him?" She replied still assessing him, but now only
with her dark
eyes.
"No, but I
have watched him perform." Lutan grinned widely at him
and sucked
at his bottom lip. Tom shuddered and then favoured him
with a scowl.
"He is pliable and possesses a great deal of
enthusiasm."
Yeah fuck you
big guy. His `performance' as it were, was not
something
he wanted to be reminded about nor shared with the
multitudes
listening.
Yareena's eyebrows went up at that. "Indeed."
"Yes, he handles himself well and is a pleasure to watch orgasm."
She smiled. "I shall look forward to seeing that."
Like hell,
Tom thought. They would have to kill him before he
masturbated
for anyone again save Chakotay.
He wondered
inanely given where he was, if the older man would like
that.
********
"We have to
stop this." Chakotay hissed to Wil Riker. His insides
were boiling
at the way the woman in purple was casually touching his
lover.
And the things they were saying, oh spirits. He didn't want
think about
the meaning of them.
"We can't approach
the dais until she's done looking at him." Wil
said discreetly
in a low whisper.
"Looking at him? She's inspecting him like a piece of meat."
"I know I'm
sorry but we have to play by the rules here. Otherwise
they'll hustle
yours, mine, Janeway and Picard's collective asses out
of here.
They've only agreed to an audience because we asked
nicely.
If you go roaring up there on stage, it'll be the last time
your see your
precious Tom Paris, I assure you."
"Fuck." Wil's
eyebrows rose at his uncommon use of profanity and
Chakotay apologized
quickly.
"It's okay."
He gave him a tight smile and then directed his gaze to
the stage.
"Look they're turning him around. It's over."
Wil was right.
The woman was now leading Tom to stand beside a
large black
man and Chakotay was immediately struck by their
contrast.
The beauty and the beast, his mind thought.
Although he
hated to admit it, he had never seen Tom look so
beautiful.
It wasn't so much the way his pale skin sparkled in the
sunlight or
the way his blue pants molded the curves of his body
sensuously
but his evident pride.
They called
him princeling here and the description was apt. Even
though he
was being presented indecently, Tom still appeared strong
and regal.
As if nothing they could do to him, no matter how dirty
or degrading
could tarnish his true beauty. Chakotay's body was
consumed as
strongly as his heart was by Tom's strength and
elegance.
He began to shake with want.
"Put a lid
on it man." Wil hissed understanding his reaction. "It's
time."
As the four
of them approached the dais in tandem, Tom finally saw
them. When
they reached the stage, his blue eyes widened and lowered
but not with
relief as Chakotay had hoped but something else.
Was it, it couldn't be, shame?
********
Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!
What was he
doing here? He shouldn't be here. Tom looked up
through his
lashes at Chakotay. Oh man he was really here.
For the first
time since this ordeal had started, Tom felt hot tears
prick his
eyes. He tried desperately to blink them away. He
didn't want
to add crying to his humiliation.
Chakotay's
eyes never left him as the bald headed man beside Janeway,
oh god he
couldn't believe she was here too, spoke to Lutan. He
heard nothing
of what was said but felt only the pain of his lover's
inspection.
It was worse than Yareena's to bear.
He was decked
out like a whore, Tom knew and if Chakotay had heard
what had been
spoken about him, which he mostly likely had, the older
man now knew
he had acted like one too. Oh shit nothing could be
worse than
this. Why was he here his mind wailed again? If he
hadn't been,
then Tom would never have felt this dirty, this
shamed. Anger
began to well up inside his chest.
Chakotay had
no right to be here. This was his problem and he was
dealing with
it. He was not intended to know about his capture, so
how dare he
show up unasked. Not once during his ordeal had Tom
wished for
Chakotay. He was supposed to be separate from all of
this. It was
what had kept him sane and now the man was ruining all
that. Damn
him!
"Princeling,"
Lutan said in his ear. "The tattooed one has been
granted a
moment alone with you. You will be taken back to your room
but I warn
you if you try to escape, your other friends will suffer
for it."
Tom looked
back at Lutan his eyes so bright with anger that the
bigger man
took a step back.
"I will not try." He promised.
********
"I only have
fifteen minutes and then I have to go back to the
ship."
"Go now Chakotay."
"What?"
"Go now, leave me."
Tom was angry,
so much so he was actually vibrating with the dark
emotion.
His arms shook as they wrapped around his midsection and
his lips trembled.
Chakotay doubted that in his fury the younger man
realized he
was also crying.
"No." Chakotay moved towards his lover. "I, I can't."
"I'm not fucking
you asking! I'm telling you!" Tom
roared.
"Leave me the fuck alone!"
Not being able
to stand not touching him a moment longer, Chakotay
grabbed Tom
by the shoulders and kissed him hard. The arousal he'd
felt earlier
flared hotly as he tried to force his tongue between
tight lips.
Tom fought
him hard. His arms unwrapped and he pushed at his chest
with the heels
of his hands. Chakotay released his grip and slid his
arms around
Tom's back pinning his hands. The younger man screamed
at the tactic
and unwittingly allowed him entry into his moist warm
mouth.
Bruising his
pale lips, Chakotay quickly found Tom's tongue, stroked
it and made
love to it with his own. After a few moments of his
passionate
caresses, Tom gave in, brought his arms up and fucked his
mouth back
with equal ferocity.
The younger
man was still bucking in his arms but now it was into
him instead
of away. Confident Tom wouldn't bolt now, Chakotay
pushed him
back on to the only piece of furniture in the room other
than a tall
mirror, the bed. They bounced when they hit but neither
man lost hold
of the other. When Chakotay transferred his kisses to
Tom's pale
neck, the younger man screamed.
"Fuck me Chak! Oh god, fuck me!"
"Yes, yes,
yes." He chanted as his mouth moved down Tom's chest
biting and
nibbling in a random frenzy.
Tom's arms
left his neck and slid down his own body. Out of the
corner of
his eye Chakotay saw them sail past down to the waist of
his silk trousers.
In a buck, the pants were off and Tom's weeping
erection was
exposed. In his hunger, he moved towards it but his
lover stopped
him.
"You have to
fuck me, have to, have to," Tom panted as his long
fingers worked
frantically to free Chakotay's erection from his
leathers.
Once it was out, the same fingers began coating it with
the sparkling
gel that had clotted in Tom's pubic hair. When it was
glistening,
Tom fell back on the bed and spread his legs wide.
"Now Chak, now!"
Chakotay moved
a hand between the creamy white cheeks. He had not
done this
before but had been around long enough to know Tom needed
preparing
before he rammed his cock into his ass because that's what
he intended
to do, ram and ram hard. This would not be a gentle
joining.
He was too far-gone for that.
"No, just fuck me." Tom ordered, his blue eyes black as night.
"But,-"
"Stick your
cock in me now Chakotay!" That was more than an order.
It was an
all out demand.
With a shaking
hand, Chakotay's grabbed himself and positioned the
weeping crest
of his cock at Tom's puckered hole.
"Good, good
now push baby, push, oh yeah that's it, oh god that's
it."
Tom moaned as the head popped through the tight ring.
Chakotay nearly
passed out when a wave of pleasure so intense pulsed
through his
body as Tom's butt clamped down on his dick and began to
literally
suck him inside.
After spreading
his own knees a little for balance, Chakotay then
lifted Tom
by the hips and pushed his cock into the younger man until
his balls
lay flush with his pale ass. Tom's breath hissed through
his teeth
as he filled him. Pain, Chakotay thought dimly through
his fog of
arousal. Maybe I'm too big for him and it hurts, he
wondered and
froze.
"Now fuck me,
fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," Tom chanted with his eyes
closed and
his head thrown back.
Spirits, he
forgotten how much the younger man talked during sex.
It was different,
but Chakotay liked it. Now knowing he wanted this
Chakotay,
he began thrusting in time with Tom's mantra.
Fuck me, fuck
me, fuck me Tom pleaded faster and faster as Chakotay
rammed himself
home on every second word. By the time the words
began running
into one another, he couldn't hear them anyway but he
could still
see.
His passion
flew higher as he watched the slim thighs shake with his
thrusts and
Tom's hand as he stroked himself in time. Concentrating
on the purple
head as it peeked in and out of the top of Tom's fist,
he waited
for it to erupt. Thank the spirits he didn't have to wait
long.
As the pearly
white fluid shot from the tip and over Tom's chest,
Chakotay was
surprised feel his own release being pulled from him.
As Tom's orgasm
hit, the muscles of his ass tighten around his cock
and massaged
the semen from his balls. For the first time in his
life, Chakotay
screamed as he came.
"So good, so good." Tom mumbled as he raised his head for a kiss.
So beautiful,
so beautiful Chakotay thought back as he took the mouth
offered to
him. Kissing Tom deeply he lifted his hips and slid his
now deflated
cock from his body. Tom moaned and broke the kiss.
"You have to go now."
"Not without you."
"Yes, without me."
Lowering his
long slim legs, the younger man rolled out of his
embrace and
moved to the head of the bed. Once there, he brought up
his knees
and wrapped his arms around them.
"Do up your
pants and go Chakotay." He said in the same demanding
tone he had
when he asked him to fuck him. "People will be hurt
if you don't."
Tom added in a much softer tone.
"I'll be back." He promised as he stood and righted his clothing.
"Don't, please." Tom pleaded his eyes filled with tears.
Chakotay was
about to protest when the doors behind him opened and
his arms were
seized.
"I will!"
He yelled to the man he loved as he was forcibly removed
from the room.
And then the
doors closed.
TBC