Title: The Prince
Authors: Leone and Ped
Rating: [NC-17]
Codes: C/P, K/T, AU
Archive: Yes, if you want to
Feedback: tarrashenna@yahoo.com and sturdevk@calweb.com
Disclaimer: Everything Star Trek belongs to Paramount, not me.
This story along with any other characters belongs to me,
though. Oh, and I'm not making any money on this.

Summary: See part 1

Author's notes: This part is *also* an answer to the challenge
that my twin posted in Cha_Club.

And just to remind everyone, flashbacks are marked with //

Warning: This is about a relationship between two men. If you
don't like that, don't read it.


The Prince
By Leone

Part 27

A couple of hours later, Tom entered his quarters. He'd been in
the mess hall, having dinner and answering the crew's questions
about Harry and B'Elanna's baby. When he'd finished his meal,
he'd gone to holodeck one, where Neelix's resort program ran.
There he'd answered more questions about the baby.

He also informed the crew that Dr. Kéla'an had found a cure for
the virus. Then he answered questions about *that*. In addition,
he told them that Tuvok was the first to be revived, and why. It
took quite some time, but Tom was finally able to escape to his

He went directly into the bedroom and undressed, dropping his
uniform on the floor and leaving it there. Usually, he wouldn't
do this, but tonight he was too tired to pick it up. He crawled
into bed and, deciding to sleep late, instructed the computer to
set the alarm for 0800 hours.

"Alarm set for 0800 hours," the computer confirmed.

"Lights out," Tom ordered, then lay down and quickly entered
the light trance that would allow him to get the rest he needed.
While he rested, his thoughts drifted back to the night he told
Chakotay that he was pregnant.


//Tom and Chakotay lay entwined on the bed, getting their
breaths back. Their lovemaking had started out very gentle, because
Chakotay was afraid of hurting Tom or the baby. However,
Tom had managed to convince his husband that he
wouldn't hurt them. Amazingly, Tom hadn't even needed to call
sickbay and ask the doctor to confirm it.

Once Chakotay was certain that Tom and the baby were safe,
their lovemaking had turned much more intense. They had
merged completely, body and mind, and now they were recovering.
It always took a lot out of both men when they united in this

After a while, Tom untangled himself from Chakotay's arms,
got out of bed and went into the bathroom to use the head. When
he was finished, he cleaned himself up, then wet a towel and
returned to the bedroom. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he
gently washed the semen off of Chakotay. Then he rose and
went into the living room, throwing the towel into the refresher
on the way.

In the living room, Tom walked over to the replicator and quietly
placed an order. When the requested item materialized, he
picked it up and carried it into the bedroom. Here, he put it on
the nightstand, then climbed into bed, smiling softly at Chakotay's
quizzical look. Tom's smile turned mischievous. "It's a
surprise," he answered the unasked question.

Chakotay lifted an eyebrow. "Oh?"

Tom grinned. "Yeah. I want to play a little."

Chakotay took a closer look at the item on the nightstand. His
eyes widened when he saw what it was. "With *that*?" His
voice was incredulous.

"Is there something wrong with that?"

"No, but..." Chakotay stared at his husband as if Tom had lost
his mind. "It's going to be incredibly messy," he informed the
younger man. "Besides, I've never heard about anyone using
*that*. Chocolate sauce, yes. Whipped cream, yes. Even honey,
but... *Peanut butter*?"

Tom shrugged. "I happen to *like* peanut butter."

Chakotay sighed. "I *know* that. However, I never thought
you'd use it in this situation," he explained.

"Does that mean that you won't let me use it?" Tom pouted at
the thought of having his fun ruined.

Chakotay stared in silence at his husband for a long time. Then
he sighed in defeat. He never could resist Tom when the blond
pouted. "No. Go ahead and use it."

Tom's smile was almost blinding. He reached over and picked
up the jar he'd replicated. Unscrewing the lid, he put it on the
nightstand, then proceeded to cover his dark-haired husband in
peanut butter.

When the jar was empty, Tom placed it on the nightstand, then
sat back and admired his handiwork. Chakotay's entire front,
from the chest down, was covered with a generous layer of
creamy peanut butter.

Chakotay looked at the self-satisfied expression on Tom's face,
and smiled softly. He was feeling rather icky, but as long as
Tom was happy, it didn't matter. Suddenly he had a thought.
"Tom, if you're really going to clean all that peanut butter off of
me, you might want some water," he suggested.

Tom thought about it for a moment, then nodded his agreement.
He got out of bed and went back into the living room. At the
replicator, he ordered a carafe of ice water and a glass. When his
order appeared, Tom picked up the carafe and the glass and carried
it into the bedroom. He placed both beside the empty peanut
butter jar before he slid back into bed beside Chakotay.

Tom smiled at his husband. Then he bent down and started licking
the peanut butter off of Chakotay's chest, humming softly as
he worked. When he reached the nipples, he decided to take a
short break from the condiment, and sucked on first one, then
the other nipple, causing Chakotay to moan.

After a while, Tom removed his mouth from Chakotay's chest,
eliciting a disappointed moan from the older man. Tom sat up
and turned to the nightstand. He picked up the carafe and filled
the glass, then quickly emptied it.

With the last of the ice water still in his mouth, Tom bent down
and kissed his husband, letting some of it flow into Chakotay's
mouth when his lips automatically parted.

Chakotay swallowed, slightly shocked, but enjoying the cool
water nonetheless. Then he returned Tom's kiss passionately,
sliding his tongue into his husband's mouth.

The kiss seemed to go on forever, but finally Tom broke it, panting
for breath. He glanced at his husband's face, admiring the
flushed features, then he turned his attention back to the rest of
Chakotay's body. {Time to get back to 'work',} he thought.

Tom bent down and started licking the peanut butter off of the
rest of Chakotay's chest, making sure that every trace was removed.
Then he straightened and poured himself another glass
of water, which he emptied just as quickly as the first.

After he'd put the glass back on the nightstand, Tom turned to
his husband again. "You know, Cha, this might not be the
brightest idea I've ever had," he commented, somewhat wryly.

Chakotay sent Tom a look that clearly said, 'No shit!' causing
the younger man to chuckle. "Why not?" the First Officer asked
out of curiosity.

Tom mumbled something, too quietly to be heard.

Chakotay lifted an eyebrow. "What was that?"

Tom sighed deeply. "I *said*, 'too much peanut butter'."

Chakotay snorted. "I could've told you that," he informed his
husband, causing the younger man to glare at him.

"Then why didn't you?" Tom's voice was indignant.

"You didn't ask."

Tom sighed again. "Oh well. I'll survive," he said, then slid further
down the bed, bent his head and cleaned the peanut butter
from Chakotay's abdomen. Once the navel was cleared of the
condiment, Tom swirled his tongue around the small indent.
When he suddenly dipped his tongue into Chakotay's navel, the
older man groaned loudly in pleased surprise.

After playing with Chakotay's navel for a while, Tom moved up
to kiss his husband, sharing the flavor of the peanut butter.
When the danger of suffocation became a concern, he pulled
back and once again reached for the water.

After gulping down the liquid, Tom refilled the glass and emptied
it at a more sedate pace. Then he returned the glass to the
nightstand and looked at Chakotay with a slightly devilish smile.
"Well, Cha, only one more place to clean."

Chakotay swallowed, knowing that Tom planned to get back at
him for his earlier teasing.

Tom scooted down and lay between his husband's thighs. He
studied the hard cock in front of him, considering where to start.
Coming to a decision, he lowered his head and started licking
Chakotay's balls, making sure the heavy pouch was completely
free of peanut butter before lifting his head and glancing up at
Chakotay's features.

Tom inhaled sharply when he saw his husband's flushed and
sweaty face. The sight was indescribably beautiful, and always
took his breath away. {No time for that now,} he thought.
{There's still the small matter of revenge for that teasing earlier.}

Tom lowered his head once more and cleaned the peanut butter
off of Chakotay's cock. He started at the base and licked his way
up the shaft. When he reached the head, Tom parted his lips and
sucked it into his mouth. He twirled his tongue around the head
for a few moments. Then he relaxed his throat and took Chakotay
in as deep as he could, creating a strong suction.

By this time, Chakotay was moaning constantly, and it didn't
take long before the older man exploded, screaming Tom's
name. The pilot swallowed eagerly, enjoying the mixed flavors
of peanut butter and his husband's semen.

Tom lifted his head from Chakotay's groin, allowing the older
man's spent cock to slide out of his mouth. Smiling in self-
satisfaction, he moved up and put his arms around his darkhaired spouse,
holding him while he recovered.

It took a while, but finally Chakotay stirred. He turned his head
and looked at his husband, his dark eyes shining with love.//


Tom came out of his trance with a start when the alarm went off.
He ordered the computer to turn it off, then cursed loudly. The
memory of that night had caused an almost painful hard-on, and
Chakotay was still in stasis.

Tom cursed again, then got out of bed and went into the bedroom
for a shower and a quick jerk off session. He really hoped
that he could convince the doctor to revive Chakotay *soon*.