By Morticia

PWP  NC-13

Disclaimer: They aren't mine, I'm only borrowing. (damn!)

Sorry it's late Leone, and thanks for the inspiration Elli  (Hugs to
you both)

The senior crew of Voyager were huddled somewhat drunkenly in the
mess hall as Captain Janeway took centre stage under the now rather
bedraggled homemade Christmas Tree that had been `liberated' from the
crew quarters by a stealth team consisting of Tom "my ass is so cute
I can get away with anything" Paris, Harry "I'm not as innocent as I
look" Kim and B'Elanna "mess with me and die" Torres.

"At this time of year, our thoughts inevitably return home to our
loved ones. It is a sad time and yet one of hope. We are missing but
not forgotten. We WILL get home." Kathryn announced solemnly. Then
seeing a number of people wiping their eyes furtively she shook
herself and decided to get on with the program.

It had possibly been a mistake to let Neelix make the punch with real
alcohol, she realised. Everyone was in that strange twilight stage of
inebriation where it would take very little to push them either into
tearful remembrance or ribald humour.

Plastering a huge grin on her own slightly squiffy face, she gestured
to the tree.

"I am not even going to ask how THAT got here, although I trust it
will be returned more or less in one piece." She laughed, giving a
significant look at Tom, who returned her good-hearted accusation
with look of wide-eyed innocence that fooled no one.

"As you all know, in view of our depleted energy resources, I made a
rule this year that no personal presents were to be given. Instead,
everyone's names were put in the computer and randomly selected so
that each person has ONE present from an anonymous source. Since the
present opening will be public, I trust that no one has had an attack
of bad taste." Kathryn said with a mock glare.

Judging by the wide grins and embarrassed shuffling of feet, she was
sure that a few surprises were in store.  She hid her own amusement
as best she could. The anonymous presents had been her idea. She had
felt the fun that could be garnered from the `opening' would make up
for the otherwise lean state of their celebrations.

"Okay," She said, reaching for the first brightly wrapped parcel and
reading the tag. "Samantha!"

Sam Wildman stepped forward hesitantly to good-natured laughter.  She
took the present from the Captain and slowly unwrapped it.  Her pale
face flushed with embarrassment but with good humour she shook out
the flimsy negligee and displayed it to the gathered crowd before
returning to her place amidst wolf whistles and catcalls.

"Tuvok" the Captain said as she picked up the next parcel.

The Vulcan, who had refrained from the punch despite endless
cajoling, stepped forwards with a look of complete disinterest on his
face.  He unwrapped his present, looked calmly at the contents and
said "Most illogical."

"Come on, show us!" Ayala called out.

Tuvok glared at him but complied, dangling the furry handcuffs from
his fingertips as though they were diseased.

Tom elbowed Harry in the ribs and howled with laughter.

"I can't believe you actually did it." He sniggered quietly.

Harry flushed. "I said I would." He whispered back.

"He won't know they were from you!" Tom pointed out.

Harry gave a grin that belied his supposed innocence.

"Nah, but at least when I DO get into his bed, I'll know they are in
the drawer." He snickered.

"When hell freezes over, Harry." Tom replied.

"Which will be the same day YOU get in HIS bed." Harry whispered
back, nodding at the stoic first officer who was hovering behind
Janeway's shoulder, obviously wishing he was somewhere else.

Tom gave a wide enigmatic smile in return. "That's what YOU think."
He purred with pretence of confidence.

"Seven" Kathryn called out and the elegant blonde approached her with
a definite list to her walk.

Seven unwrapped her present and then stared into the box, lost in
inebriated wonder.

"I wonder what she's got." Harry sniggered, only to be shocked and
moved when the ex-Borg extracted a beautiful music box with a dancing
ballerina on top.

"It is - beautiful." Seven exclaimed and Ayala ducked his head to
hide his furious blush at her reaction.

B'Elanna elbowed Tom fiercely "Looks like Greg fancies his chances
with the Borg." She sniffed contemptuously but her face showed a
trace of wistfulness as she watched Seven return to her place, the
treasured gift clutched to her chest.

"B'Elanna" Kathryn called out.

B'Elanna stalked forward aggressively and almost snatched the gift
box. She gave the crowd a wide-toothed grin and ripped the present
open only to stop in unconscious imitation of Seven as she regarded
the contents.

"Who got her?" Harry whispered to Tom

"Dunno, I only had time to make sure that we got our personal
choices, I couldn't control the whole thing without triggering an
alarm." Tom whispered back.

"Well whoever it was, has damn good taste." Harry replied as B'Elanna
displayed the rainbow hued spider-silk kaftan to the crowd.

B'Elanna's eyes searched for Tom's face. Seeing the surprise in his
blue eyes, she sighed internally. The gift was so beautiful she had
hoped desperately that it had been from the pilot. She knew he wasn't
interested in her in THAT way, but still she clung on to hope.

Fortunately, she was too distracted by her thoughts to notice Neelix
capering about in glee at the obvious success of his gift.

"Tom" Kathryn called out and the blond stepped forwards with a cocky
grin. He knew that Chakotay had `picked' his name so he was confident
that the present would be as boring and staid as the Commander.  Tom
loathed scenes of public embarrassment, he had experienced too many
in his lifetime to see the humour in them (unless they were happening
to other people of course).

He opened the present with gusto and peered inside. What he saw made
him shrink with embarrassment.  Shit, he must have cocked up, he
decided. There was no way in hell that the Commander would have given
him THIS!

Tom prayed for a hole to open up and swallow him.

Unfortunately he was obviously overdrawn at the prayer bank, because
the only result of his hesitation was a stomping chant started by
Harry "you used to be my friend, you bastard" Kim of "Show us, show

Plastering a grimace that he hoped would pass for a grin on his face,
Tom slowly revealed his present.  The room erupted in hysterics. Tom
cursed his fair skin as the heat in his face blazed like a beacon.

Kathryn looked at the item in Tom's hands in complete shock and then
a wicked grin crept across her face.

"Are you going to model it for us, Lieutenant?" She asked sweetly.

"It's a bit too chilly in here." Tom replied tightly, meeting
Chakotay's eyes over her shoulder. The big man's face was impassive
but there was a definite glint of humour in his dark eyes as he met
Tom's accusing look.

Swallowing nervously, Tom broke eye contact and returned to Harry's
side, the black silk Basque clenched in whitened knuckles, its
suspender straps trailing on the floor.

"It's just your colour, Tom." B'Elanna snickered as he passed.

Bastard, he thought, you bastard. And yet, it hadn't been mockery he
had seen in Chakotay's eyes but something else, something that made
his cock suddenly feel as hot as his face.

Tom was too lost in a confused jumble of hope, anger, lust and
embarrassment to pay much attention to the rest of the gifts. Was
this a bizarre attempt to humiliate him, or a genuine expression of
interest? And if it was the latter, did Chakotay actually expect him
to WEAR the bloody thing?

"Chakotay" Kathryn called out. Tom jerked to attention and looked
furtively at the big man as he approached the Captain. For a moment
brown eyes met blue in a knowing smirk.

Shit! Tom realised, he KNEW. Somehow he had known that Tom had
tampered with the random selection. Which meant that his present HAD
been a message. Tom's cock stirred hungrily at the thought and he
held the Basque in front of himself protectively in an effort to hide
the growing bulge in his groin.

Chakotay delved into his box and froze in shock. The crowd rumbled
with anticipation. Slowly Chakotay drew out the contents and
displayed a plain brown jar to the assembled horde.  A general sigh
of disappointment greeted the apparently unexciting present.

Chakotay looked directly into the crowd and met Tom's eyes in
appreciation of the subtlety of the gift. He had the choice now to
step back and merge into the shadows or to acknowledge the present

Tom flinched under his gaze. The Commander's next actions would prove
to him whether his own present had been an invitation or a cruel
prank. Hope warred with fear as he teetered on a knife-edge between
disappointment and possible fulfilment of a long-held fantasy.

Deliberately Chakotay hesitated and then made a show of reading the
writing on the jar.

"Chocolate Body Paint." He read out solemnly and the room erupted
with mirth.

"Do you like lickable chocolate, Commander?" Kathryn asked with a
twinkle in her eye.

"It would depend on the `lickee'" Chakotay replied with a wide -
dimpled grin, staring directly at Tom.

The eyes of the crowd turned as everyone swivelled around to seek the
source of his stare. A collective gasp was heard as they realised
that the red-faced pilot was the object of his attention.

With great aplomb, Chakotay turned to the Captain.

"If you will excuse me, Kathryn, I have a prior engagement, I think."

Wide eyed, Kathryn motioned him to go and watched him prowl down the
rapidly dividing crowd to his prey.

Tom trembled as the Commander approached, his treacherous feet
refusing his impulse to get the hell out of there. He hadn't been
sure what his present would unleash but it sure as hell hadn't been
the dark predatory beast that was publicly stalking him.

He flashed a helpless look at Harry, who just grinned at his

The saying, don't play with fire unless you want to get burnt,
occurred to him briefly and then the Commander was directly in front
of him, his powerful frame completely overshadowing any advantage
that Tom's greater height might have awarded him.

"Cha-Chakotay?" He queried helplessly

"Let's go." Chakotay said quietly, grasping his arm and steering him
towards the door.

"Where? Why?" Tom asked, feeling the situation completely spiralling
out of his control.

Chakotay gave a feral grin and brandished the jar at him.

"I'm hungry, Tom." He purred with a leer.

Deciding he had definitely bitten off more than he could chew, and
wondering what alien had taken over Chakotay's body, Tom began to
slowly retreat backwards to the growing amusement of his drunken
fellow-officers. He had dreamed so many times of being swept off his
feet by Chakotay, but in his fantasies the Commander had never been
so out of control, so blatantly animalistic.

Tom's cock was straining at his tight jeans, pointing like a compass
at the magnetic presence that was advancing on him, even as he
twisted his head in panic to find an escape route.

Chakotay smirked at Tom's panic. After years of secret desire, he had
finally managed to wipe the arrogant grin off that beautiful face and
the resultant sweet vulnerability of the pilot was like an
aphrodisiac. He charged forward, grabbed Tom around his slender waist
and hitched him over his shoulder in a fireman's lift.

Tom struggled briefly in mortification as the entire room began to
cheer and then he sighed and gave in to the inevitable.  As Chakotay
stalked out of the room with his burden, Tom looked up from
Chakotay's shoulder, met Harry's eyes and winked.

The End