By T’Yanna

Codes: VOY C/Tu

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: All things Trek belong to Paramount. They have that and I have nothing worth getting in a lawsuit.

Summary: Sequel to Closing the Distance.

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Commander Chakotay of the star ship Voyager sighed. Here he was on a beautiful planet, on shore leave and all he wanted was to be back aboard ship. He gaze swept over the view of perfect beach stretched before him. Without even realizing it, he began to daydream of his mate. Thoughts of Tuvok in a tiny bathing suit made him painfully aware of the fact that he was alone on this trip. In fact, he’d never had time off with his new lover. New wasn’t the right word. He and the Vulcan had been involved for six months. In fact, it was their anniversary. He frowned deeply. Sometimes he wondered if their relationship was all in his head.

Since, they’d returned from that fateful shuttle mission, things had definitely progressed but not in the way Chakotay had hoped. There were no public displays of affection, which he had expected, but it was more than that.

Oh, he knew how much Tuvok loved him. Mind melding was something they’d done a lot to prepare for his up-coming Pon Farr. Yet, something was off. Something that he could put his finger on.

They’d agreed when they’d first returned to Voyager to slowly introduce the idea of their being together to the crew. To minimize the extreme reactions to the new situation, they’d taken a very conservative course of action. However, there was slow and then there was SLOW.

To date, only six people knew despite the fact that nearly all of his things had found their way into Tuvok’s quarters and that he spent only six hours in his a week. To say that they’d been discreet was like saying that space is big.

It was if there were two Tuvoks. The playful, thoughtful lover that lived solely in their quarters and Commander Tuvok clashed so badly that he had a hard time equating the two as the same man. He knew rationally that professionalism was very important on a ship so small and so far from home.

Still, sometimes when he lay in this lover’s arms after he’d gone to sleep, he dreaded closing his eyes and following his lover. He dreaded the time that he was away from the man beside him, emotionally as well as physically. He prayed that when he did wake up it would be the day that he finally had the courage to make Tuvok go to breakfast with him and hand his hand in the turbolift and mess hall.

Every day, he woke up and realized that day hadn’t come. That morning had been no better. They’d been scheduled to go on shore leave together. Suddenly, Tuvok was explaining in great detail reasons why it wouldn’t be “a good idea” for them to go away together.

So here was a man who commanded all but one person on Voyager, in the romantic setting he’d chosen to spend his six months anniversary with the man he loved more than anything, alone. He’d asked the Marq’an proprietor to place candles everywhere, to spare no expense to make this perfect.

He wanted to make up for their first time. It had been wonderful. Two weeks all to themselves in a shuttle with no interference, but it was hardly the way someone as old fashioned and romantic as Chakotay would imagine starting a life long relationship.

One more little hope had died when he’d woken up to see Tuvok unpacking. He’d planned to ask the older man to marry him over a quiet dinner for two. The fact that in less than eight months they’d be mates under Vulcan law was irrelevant to him. He wanted their union to be recognized by his people as well as Tuvok’s.

He’d planned it all out to the tiniest detail. He’d worked it all out in his head before he’d began looking for the perfect resort. Dinner on the balcony, lit by candles and the setting suns, surf rolling in the background, Tuvok doing that sexy thing with his fork that seemed totally innocent but turned the younger man on faster than anything ever had, then he’d go get desert from the suite’s replicater and feed it to him by hand and with the last bite, pop the question.

He growled. He loved Tuvok, but at that moment, he wanted to strangle him. Being Tuvok’s mate, being the one who’d save his life when his time came, being the one he’d chosen meant a great deal more to Chakotay than he knew how to express, but he also wanted to be his boyfriend, date, friend.

He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that at first he didn’t hear the commotion in the hallway outside his room. When he did he turned and listened. While he didn’t speak Marq’an, it seemed like a domestic squabble. Not sure whether or not to intervene, he wandered away from the living room window and into the middle of the room. Just than the door, and most of the wall around it, exploded, sending him flying into the opposite wall and a deep swallowing dark void.

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Within minutes of the explosion, Tuvok, Neelix and a security detail had been combing the rubble. When it became evident that the commander was missing, a massive search was launched both by Voyager and the Marq’an. Tuvok coordinated the efforts. All ships leaving the planet were inspected down to the last detail. The captain herself witnessed Tuvok tearing apart the cargo hold belonging to a local xenophobic suspected terrorist. To her relief when nothing was found, the owner seemed to respect the Vulcan.

He hadn’t slept and had hardly left the search command center. It had been a hard two days for him. On the bright side, the crew was so outraged that Chakotay had been kidnapped that they seemed to take the fact that he and the chief of security were an item in stride.

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Chakotay came to slowly. His head pounded harder than a ceremonial drum. As he struggled to sit up waves of dizziness and nausea flowed over him. He forced his eyes to open but all he could make out was a gray blur.

He leaned against the cold wall and waited for his vision to clear some. When it did, he frowned in dismay. He was in a very small circular stone room. There was no doorway and no window. The only light came from the high ceiling, which he could barely make out.

Some snide part of his brain made him murmur into the oppressive silence, “So much for a romantic vacation.”

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Not far away, his captures watched his reaction. Neither man’s face showed any emotion. The taller of the two seemed to wear a darker frown.

“I told you he was mated. We must send him back.”

The shorter Marq’an growled. He was not going to loose such a profitable asset. “He was alone and his words do not mean that he has a mate.”

“He smells of a mate. Do you really expect the slave council to condone this?”

The shocked look on the other male’s face made him smirk. “Besides, they are outsiders. They are not subject to our laws or we theirs. We have done nothing wrong. Do they wish him back they will merely have to purchase him, but I doubt if they’ll be able to raise enough funds. There’s a Revalian is very interested in a new toy such as this one. Get him cleaned up.”

Moments later, gas flooded the small chamber.

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Chakotay went on the auction block without even being aware of it. He was still groggy from whatever they’d used to keep him asleep. He had no idea how long he’d been out or where he was being taken.

He was made to stand on a well-lit stage. He couldn’t see much more than a meter in front of him. He would later vaguely recall being told to turn and walk and other things. Whether or not he complied he couldn’t remember but he was fairly certain he had.

It seemly like only moments, before he was led back onto the transporter pad to go back to his cell for another round of gas.

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The next time he came to it was to the bright lights of sick bay. The doctor leaned over him but his muddled brain couldn’t make out what was being said. He turned his head slightly, saw Tom Paris filling a hypospray, and generally eavesdropping.

Absently he took in the shade of the wall and the smell that always seemed to permeate sickbay. His eyes continued to drift until the doctor made an effort to get his attention. This time what he was being told made sense.

“You’ll be fine. It’s best if you sleep off the effects of this drug. Do you remember anything at all about where you’ve been?"

Slowly, he shook his head. His brow furrowed as he tried to remember something, anything. The last thing he could recall was being angry with Tuvok for ditching him.

“It’ll come back to you.” The hiss of a hyprospray accompanied that announcement.

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The next morning, Chakotay awoke feeling relax, refreshed and even had some vague memories of his captivity. To his utter disappointment, the Doctor not his lover was the first thing he saw.

As the doctor began to run tests, he explained how the commander had been rescued. “Apparently, you were on your way to being sold as some sort of pleasure slave, when some one else purchased you. The anonymous message that we received, telling us your location, implied that you were very high priced.”

He frowned at the hologram. He could barely recall much of the past week; but then again, he hadn’t been conscience for much of it. What had happened to him?

Seeing the look on his face, the doctor said reassuringly, “Nothing was done to you except a little medical aid and being put in a deep sleep.”

He smiled his relief. Just then, the doors opened. He was glad to see the captain, but the sight of his mate was better than anything he’d ever imagined. His eyes roamed that beloved face, he took in the gorgeous eyes, the slightly too big nose, the wide full lips. He barely heard the captain ask about his condition.

However, when the doctor said that he was free to go it seemed to galvanize Tuvok. He scooped the younger man up into his arms and with a “Thank you, Doctor” proceeded to carry him back to his quarters.

Chakotay had never been so embarrassed in his life. It seemed to him that they met everyone aboard in the corridor. No one said anything inappropriate, but he could see the knowing looks and smiles on their faces. He tried to get the Vulcan to put him down but he ignored him.

It got even worse when they were forced to share the turbolift with the giggling Delaney sisters. The desire to straggle Tuvok came back full force, not that he didn’t appreciate the romanticism of being carried off by his lover. However, he was the second in commander of this ship and said lover was treating him like an invalid in front of the crew and ignoring his pointed I-can-walk’s.

He opened his mouth to rail at him the instant the doors closed behind them. However, his jaw merely ended up hanging open. There were candles on the floor in a lit path to the bedroom door. He heard Tuvok engage the privacy lock as he stared at the silk covered bed.

He was laid carefully on the bed. It was then that he saw the look on Tuvok’s face. It was dark and intense and both frightening and exciting. In the back of his mind, he could feel through their bond the Vulcan’s emotions rage against his control.

The older man moved to the foot of the bed. Seeing him reach for the ankles of the pants he’d been given, Chakotay raise his hips slightly. With a jerk, they were whipped of his legs and unto the floor. Tuvok continued his journey around the bed. He grasp the collar of the shirt the younger man wore and ripped it from his body to fling it on top of the rest of his clothes.

Eyes moved possessively over his body. He felt as if he were a twelve-course meal laid out before a starving man. Gathering his courage, he hesitantly whispered, “Tuvok?”

Almost instantly, he was covered by a growling Vulcan whose hands pinned his own roughly to the bed. Dark, illogical eyes stared down into his own. Thrills of every kind chased up and down his spine. “You are MY mate. No one else can have you.”

The animal-like voice shocked him. Before he could over come it, a mouth latched on to his own. His lips were pillaged over and over again. This was a kiss of possession and need. Desire coursed thickly through his veins.

He moaned in loss as the lips moved to suck, bite, and mark his neck. He felt claimed branded and he desperately wanted to return the favor. He knew he’d never break the hold he was in unless Tuvok wanted him to. So he did the next best thing, craned his neck so that he could nibble on the point of his lover’s ear, something that he knew drove him crazy.

It got a reaction all right just not the one he’d hoped for. The older man bit down hard on the shoulder he’d been licking, drawing blood. Before he even knew what was happening, Tuvok was lugging him off the bed and into the bathroom where he kept a med kit.

One hand wielded the dermal regenerator, while the other stroked his side and abdomen. Despite the fact that he wasn’t held down anymore, Chakotay didn’t move. He knew that his lover tended to let go in bed but he’d never seen him like this.

More than anything else, it excited him to think that he could make him loose control like that; that he could make Tuvok feel so much. Being able to break down years of Vulcan training was a very heady thought.

The wounded was soon healed and he began to pack up the kit. Chakotay waited until he could look his lover straight in the eye, then turned and went to lay on the bed. Glancing over to make sure that he was still being watched, he slowly raised his hand to rest on either side of his head.

He smiled when he heard a muffled moan and decided to fan the fire. He turned and arched an eyebrow at his mate. “Show me why I’d want to belong to you.”

Slowly, Tuvok came back into the bedroom. With a look that should have made Chakotay uneasy, he began to undress. He felt his heart speed up and his breath caught.

His mouth began to water and he started to wonder if he’d regret playing this game with his lover. He’d long ago decided that the Vulcan spent all his time at tactical thinking up things to try out in bed. None of their previous play had had quite this edge to it.

Tuvok seemed to sense his sudden apprehension. "I won't hurt you."

Gently as if he were made of porcelain, his lover climbed into the bed above him. He leaned over and licked at the underside of each wrist as a thank you for the trust that was being shown. His next move was to lap at the moisture in the hollow of Chakotay's collarbone, something that the younger man found very erotic.

This time the meeting of their lips was almost sweet in it's expression of love. It didn't take long though for it to become more. Heat rose and their tongues began to duel. Tuvok enjoyed exploring all the surfaces within although he'd become infinitely familiar to him. Each kiss for him was like the first kiss.

He gently used his knee to spread his love’s legs and settle his weight unto the bed. He lapped at the swollen lips and smiled with great affection when Chakotay raised his head to try to capture his own when he drew back. His tongue moved to slide slowly along the strong chin. He nibbled briefly at the lobe of an ear.

The younger man turned his head. Tuvok lightly stroked the tip of tongue, repeatedly, teasingly over a stop that drove Chakotay crazy. The muscles of his neck stood at attention, begging to be sucked and nibbled at again.

This time he was much more restrained. He slowly worked his way across the shoulder to place a gentle kiss on the pink newly healed skin. He licked and nibbled his way back up to his ear.

Just the way he’d learned his lover liked, he traced the contours of the lobe and slowly worked inward. He knew that Chakotay found it erotic when he whispered in his ear.

“You should belong to me because no one else can please you like I can.” With that, he began to suggestively flick his tongue into the small open to the auditory canal. The groan that drew made him smile. It was time to justify his claim.

Sliding down the length of his lover’s body, Tuvok teased Chakotay’s flesh until it quivered at the lightest touch. His fingers gently pinched his nipples as he twisted beneath him. His tongue licked random patterns over his trembling stomach muscles, dipping into his belly button once, twice, making him moan.

Moving lower still, his hands grasp the writhing hips. The younger man moaned in anticipation. It turned into one of disappointment as the meandering tongue headed for his thighs instead. Odd wet trails covered one than the other.

The Vulcan teased licking and kissing closer and close to the younger man’s erection but only his breath moved over that heat flesh. He raised his head to make sure that Chakotay was watching, then moved his head to nibble gently on his scrotum. He tasted everything, leaving the best for last

Slowly, Tuvok licked up the under side of his penis. Stopping to lap at the fluid that ran down its length. He teased his lover by blowing over the ridged flesh. Slowly, after checking to see that he had Chakotay’s attention slipped the head into his mouth.

He rolled his tongue lightly over the tip drawing a loud moan. An intense shudder flowed through the man beneath him as he slipped more over lips. He moaned even louder as he increased the suction.

Slowly, he took more and more into his mouth until finally he had all of his lover. He gently undulated his tongue against the underside. The earned him a startled yell. The chuckle that he gave at the noise send the younger man over the edge.

The scream shocked both of them. Hips jerked with much more power than usual. Using the opportunity, Tuvok carefully slipped a finger beneath and into his lover, triggering another, smaller orgasm.

Chakotay sighed. His hands moved from they’d been clutching his lover’s head back onto the bed. He watched Tuvok smile at him.

“Hand me the lube.”

He returned the smile and retrieved the tube from under the pillow.

Slowly, Tuvok slipped his finger from his lover's body. He made a light sound of regret. Gently, he began the stretching process that he knew his lover enjoyed. Both men had been pleasantly surprised that each enjoyed such behavior. However, Chakotay found a great deal more pleasure in it.

In fact, the stretching alone was enough to start him to harden despite his mild fatigue and earlier release. A fingernail raked gently over his prostrate, causing him to start to beg loudly, much more so than the usually silent commander ever was.

It excited his lover to break down the controls the human had, almost as much as break down the Vulcan's control excited the younger man. It was rare that they felt the need to see how far they could push the other's limits.

Chakotay was insisting that they speed things up much more quickly than Tuvok thought he was ready. He had on rare previous occasion cause minor damage when they'd rushed. So he drew out the process until his lover was threatening to through him in the brig if he didn't hurry.

It was in that moment that he slicked up his own erection and raised his lover's legs onto his shoulders. "I told you that we are equal here." Then he slowly entered his lover. His strong hands kept the younger man from thrusting back and taking him too quickly.

Soon however, he released his hold and let Chakotay move as much as he wanted. His own movements were somewhat shallow but the younger man was too far gone for that to make a difference. As he felt his lover get close, Tuvok increased the speed and power of his thrusts. Even as the younger man began to scream his name in pleasure he kept moving, knowing that it increased the power of his orgasm. In fact, it could take him right to the edge of consciousness.

As he slowly came back to himself, Chakotay realized that Tuvok was still hard and pulsing inside him. He looked up into the grinning face of his lover and groaned. He had a much too controlled look on his face for his peace of mind.

It was going to be a long night.

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Captain Janeway blushed. She’d asked Tuvok and Chakotay to stay after the morning briefing to discuss something of a personal nature, now she didn’t know how to begin. Sometimes straightforward was best.

“Gentlemen, uh, it was brought to my attention that, um, the sound proofing in Tuvok’s quarters isn’t very… reliable. I belief it would best if you were a bit more discreet.”

The End
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