GENTLEMEN'S AGREEMENT

Title: Gentlemen's Agreement, 6/16 
Author: Jaye (Copyright May 2002) 
Codes: C/P NC-17

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concepts  are the property of Paramount. No infringement is
intended or profit  made. This is NC-17 for m/m sex. If you
aren't interested (or aren't old  enough), don't read it.

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Summary: An alien royal makes Chakotay an offer he can't refuse.

Note: Slightly AU, P/T never happened and I don't know how canon 
Chakotay dresses off duty. Also, Tom's 30, Chakotay 39.

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PART SIX

/I'm hopeless. Absolutely hopeless,/ Sisryn thought as she sat
at a  table in a small salon aboard the Rutali flagship. She
faced away from the  viewport, slumped over her nearly full
glass. She took another tiny sip  of the amber-colored liquid,
grimaced at the taste, and pushed the  drink away. /I can't even
manage to get drunk properly./

The Chief Consul had been absolutely appalled by the Regent's
behavior  aboard Voyager this day. It was unheard of to verbally
attack the  Larat, especially one who had the endorsement of
Milady. It was clear  nothing Sisryn had said these last few
days affected Nedal one whit. He had  ignored her warnings to be
more discreet, disregarded her pleas to stop  pursuing Tom
Paris. Now he had sparred with Chakotay, unsuccessfully at 
that.

Sisryn hadn't even bothered to check her reports. She didn't
want to  read about unrest in the prides caused by Nedal's
fixation on the blond  pilot. Or the loss of income because
Privilege was no longer sought for  a Larat who couldn't attract
the Regent, not to mention one who dared  defy him. *And*
express such un-Rutali sentiments while doing so.

/If only what Chakotay said didn't make so much sense./ Sisryn
folded  her arms on the table and put her head down, wondering
if she could just  hide out here for the remainder of the trip.
Or maybe the rest of her  natural existence.

"*There* you are!" Milady's good mood seemed to fill the
available  space as she swept into the small room. "And you're
celebrating already."  The older woman hopped onto the table and
snatched the glass, draining  it in one go and smacking her lips
in satisfaction. Then she peered at  the unmoving Consul. "How
did you get the news before me?" Milady asked  curiously.

"What news?" Sisryn's voice was depressed as well as slightly 
obstructed by her position. "I'm just trying to drink myself
into an oblivious  stupor."

"Not very efficiently," Milady said dryly as she noted the
near-full  bottle on the table. She poured herself another shot
and raised her hand  in a toast. "To a most interesting
encounter."

"*Interesting*?" The absurd choice of word brought up the
younger  woman's head. "Try disastrous, ruinous, atrocious---"

"But it wasn't any of those things, Sisryn." Milady looked down.
"You  really don't know?"

"Know what?" Sisryn responded sulkily. She was getting tired of 
parroting her elder like an idiot.

"Why, the sensation our feisty Larat has caused on the
homeworld. The  pride leaders were...intrigued...by Chakotay's
show of spirit this  evening. It seems the Rutali are ready for
a Chosen with a mind of his own."  Milady regarded her
companion, "They're looking forward to watching  Nedal break him
in."

"Break him in, or just plain break him?" Sisryn replied, her
eyes  suspicious slits.

"That look is wasted on me, young lady. As far as I'm aware
people are  merely curious to see who will be tamed, the
Larat---or the Regent."  Milady leaned nose-to-nose with the
Consul, serious now. "And if it comes  down to a true battle of
wills, so much the better for the price of  Privilege. Everyone
knows challenge adds value to the prize and makes a  victory
sweeter." She sat up. "We are hunters, Sisryn, not prey. You'd 
best remember who and what you are."

"I know what I am. Chief Consul to the Regent. Sworn by oath and
seal  to serve and be loyal to whoever holds the title and
crystal."

Sisryn leaned back against the chair, musing aloud as she stared
into  space. "I was in here despairing over the shambles Nedal
was making of  things. Now you tell me that all is well: the
prides have decided to  ignore the Regent's distraction and
blond obsession until he has a chance  to test his mettle
against the Larat. Chakotay's small show of  defiance---no
matter how courteous---makes him more desirable, not less. 
Because people think it will be amusing to see Nedal bend this
human to his  will. How very Rutali of us all."

She picked up the bottle, silently toasted Milady and took a
swig. She  gagged, coughed, put the alcohol down and slumped in
defeat.

"Yes, it *is* the essence of our people, the test, the proof of 
strength. Truly, 'Survival of the Fittest'." Milady gestured.
"This is the  best possible response to the situation,
considering the alternative is a  new round of anarchy and
chaos. So you should be rejoicing that people  are anticipating
the arrival of the Larat, not gearing up for another  battle for
the Regent's seal."

Milady took pity on the conflicted woman before her. "You've
always  been a little different, Sisryn. That's what makes the
Chief Consul's  position so perfect for you. You are not
affiliated with any pride, and  absolutely loyal to the Regent,
*whoever* wears the seal. That neutrality  isolates you from the
incessant push and shove for power that is most  Rutalis'
day-to-day existence."

"But does it have to be that way?" Sisryn looked into the older
woman's  eyes. "I can't stop thinking about what Chakotay said,
about honor and  community."

"Maybe that works for the humans, Sisryn, but the Rutali have
always  been ruled by the force of will. I doubt anything can
change that,  certainly not a few words from an alien who won't
be with us for more than a  month." She put down her drink and
rested one veined hand on a hunched  shoulder. "Just continue to
do your duty to the Regent, and forget  these vague
philosophical conundrums. You're safe from the claws and 
conspiracies of politics. So you really don't have the right to
judge the  actions or attitudes of those who don't have the
protection of your  office."

"But I can't even do my job. Nedal is completely ignoring me. I
should  just find a hole somewhere and disappear until this is
all over."  Sisryn grumbled.

"The Regent has chosen a course of action. What you need to do
now is  wait and see its outcome, and prepare to deal with the
repercussions."  Milady smiled and stood with Sisryn, then
leaned in to whisper wickedly,  "Come, you should get something
to eat and go to bed. You don't want to  have circles under your
eyes when you see Chakotay tomorrow, do you?"

"Milady!" The Chief Consul was scandalized. /To even imply I
would  pursue the Larat right under the Regent's nose!/

The old Rutali just laughed and pushed her companion out of the
lounge.

************************************************************

Tom was surprised to walk into a holodeck that was still a stark
grid,  except for a contraption humming quietly in the far
corner. Curiosity  temporarily displaced his lust. "What's a
refrigerator doing in here,  Chak?"

Chakotay looked up from the control panel he had crossed to.
"It's  really a stasis unit; it looks like a fridge because that
must have matched  the scenario the last person called up in
here."

He began inputting commands. "I wanted to keep the food fresh
but the  holodeck available to the rest of the crew. So I made
the unit a  permanent fixture, masked to blend into its
environment."

"So you're actually cooking?"

"Not a whole lot, but yes."

"*Can* you cook?" Tom's dubious expression earned a laugh from
his  companion.

"Of course." Chakotay gave him an odd look. "Why, can't you?"

"Nah, I'm more of a restaurant/replicator kind of guy." He
whistled as  the palace garden shimmered into existence. "I'll
give the Rutali one  thing, they certainly do have style."

The two men now stood in a vast courtyard. A large oblong
swimming pool  sat in the center, its water sparkling in the
afternoon sun. Tiny tiles  formed fanciful patterns around its
edge, broken up by the lounges and  table-and-chair sets
scattered about. Beyond the mosaic perimeter a  beautiful garden
lay waiting to be admired. Tropical flowers with deep  green
leaves shared space with what looked like a mix of palm and
fruit  trees. One corner of the quadrangle formed by the
balcony-filled walls  enclosing the space held a fountain. Fish
statues spouted water in  playful abandon, and a raised rim
invited one to sit and stare into its  water-lily-accented
depths.

The corner nearest the fountain had a table and two padded
high-backed  benches, a counter, a small cabinet and the stasis
unit, which had  transformed to match the light wood of the
other furniture. Unlit torches  and lamps stood here and there,
ready to provide illumination.

Chakotay spoke. "I suggest we hit the water first. These walls
are so  high we'll be in shadow long before the sun actually
goes down."

"Okay. Where's the tub?"

The Commander chuckled. "You're looking at it. The pool is the 
temperature of bath water, and chemical-free." He pointed out an
archway. "The  refresher and other facilities are through
there."

He called for the computer to add a raft to the pool, then
turned to  Tom. "Feel free to swim first, but don't dive. I
don't think the pool is  that deep. When you're ready to bathe,
just climb up on the float.  It'll be easier for me that way."

"All right." Tom moved through the archway and quickly found the 
refresher unit. He stripped and created a robe, reacting to an 
uncharacteristic attack of shyness. /You'd better get over it
pretty quick, Tommyboy.  He's not going to wash you through
cloth, you know./

As he was leaving the archway he passed a robed Chakotay
carrying a  woven bag. "Seemed inappropriate to just carry my
dirty uniform around,"  he shrugged. Tom waited while the
Commander dumped his clothes into the  cleansing apparatus and
turned it on, then set his boots underneath it  beside Tom's.
The pilot turned away from that cozy image, hurrying back  into
the courtyard to cast aside his robe and move into the warm
clear  water. The deep blue tiles lining the pool and cloudless
sky above made  him feel like he had his own private bit of
ocean to play in. He took a  breath and explored the bottom.

As he came up for air he saw a sleek bronzed shape gliding under
the  surface as Chakotay traveled the length of the pool, turned
and came back  to the staircase built into one end. The black
head finally broke  through as the older man gracefully slowed,
rolled over, and settled to  lounge on the underwater steps. The
Rutali seal bobbed in front of him as  the liquid counteracted
some of its weight.

Tom caught wavy glimpses of copper skin through the water, and
quickly  began swimming again. He didn't want to just jump the
older man's  bones. Today he was determined to demonstrate at
least a modicum of  restraint.

*That* plan went up in smoke when he finished a handful of laps
to find  Chakotay covered in suds. The muscled figure was
standing on the tiles  beside the pool, glistening in the sun.
He'd apparently started his own  cleansing, since his hair was a
mass of white foam and he'd begun  soaping his body.

Tom rested in the water, riveted, his limbs gently pulled to and
fro by  the liquid's buoyant caress. The older man seemed
completely  unselfconscious as powerful hands spread lather
along a muscled leg and well-made  foot. /Damn, should have done
three laps, not five. Then I could have  been here for the whole
show./

Chakotay looked up as he became aware of those eyes touching him
again.  He glanced into the water to see Tom floating like some
sea creature of  legend, a golden god emerging from a bed of
ocean blue. /Perhaps siren  would be more appropriate; he
certainly has the power to lure me to my  doom./

He finished his other leg and carefully stepped back into the
water,  watching the suds disperse from his body as more and
more of his skin  submerged. He sank to the bottom, staying
under a bit to make sure all the  soap was out of his hair. When
he came up for air he saw Tom had draped  his long body face
down on the raft, and was now aimlessly floating  along the
surface of the pool.

Tom managed to suppress his initial instinctive urge to grab the
man  and drag him to the nearest poolside lounge for a thorough
ravishment.  /Prometheus is associated with fire, my Titan.
You're supposed to be  *less* desirable when wet./ He
practically flew onto the float, hiding his  eyes in his crossed
arms. He did *not* want to see Chakotay rising from  the water
surrounded by a rainbow of scattered droplets, flinging his 
head back and raising his hands to swipe his eyes clear and hair
into  place. He shivered with desire when the image appeared in
his mind,  unbidden but undeniably arousing.

"Are you cold, Tom?" Chakotay laid a hand lightly on the pale
back,  concerned that his companion would catch a chill. "I
could raise the  ambient temperature if you're not comfortable."

"I'm fine. Just get started." He peeked under his lashes as the
older  man asked for the bath gel to be moved to a small float
beside him, then  a stack of towels to be placed just beyond the
water's edge. "What, no  loofah?" Tom asked flippantly, covering
another shiver as he watched  lather forming in the cradle of
those powerful hands.

"Well, no. I was going to give you a mini-rubdown at the same
time."  Chakotay tilted his head in inquiry. "But you're the
boss here. I could  call up a sponge or a washcloth if you
prefer. I don't know what the  Rutali use."

"No, no that's okay. Whatever you were going to do is fine." He
quickly  put his head back down, anticipating the touch of those
slick fingers  on his skin.

Chakotay started at the slender neck. He sensed Tom's
nervousness, so  he repeated his pattern from the massage a few
days before. He rested  his hands on the pale flesh, noting how
the ivory gleamed against his own  darker tone. He waited a few
moments, then began to rhythmically spread  the soap, rubbing
away some new tension as well as the accumulated  stress from
the "information exchange" with Nedal. He shifted slightly to 
carefully press against the muscles, feeling the outline of the
fine  bones of shoulder blades and spine and ribs. He dipped his
hands in the  water and mixed the liquid with another dollop of
gel, creating more  foam.

The older man could feel the tightness return when he moved down
to  work on the narrow waist and hips. He stopped again,
splaying his hands  over the small of Tom's back. "Is something
wrong?"

Tom could feel concern radiating from the man standing beside
him.  /He's not going to *do* anything, Tommyboy. He said you
were in charge.  It's just like the other day, without the
towel./ He took a deep breath  and deliberately loosened his
muscles. "Nope, no problem."

Chakotay didn't answer, just started moving his hands again,
creating  soothing circles that gradually shifted from Tom's
back to the pale  moons reflecting the sunlight. He caressed the
firm globes, careful not to  spend too much time in any one
spot. As the suds slid along the creamy  flesh, the Commander
had a sudden desire to do more, to part the  buttocks and
explore what lay between and within. Instead, he simply washed 
the entire area quickly but thoroughly and moved on.

He got more gel for Tom's legs and feet, and felt the stiffness
in the  long limbs dissipate the further he got from the blond's
snug ass. /I  wonder what Tom thought I was going to do./ It
gave him a warm feeling  that Tom trusted Chakotay enough to let
him continue his efforts,  despite the younger man's unvoiced
concerns. He hoped that, in the short time  they were together,
Tom would learn he didn't have anything to fear.

Tom felt warm water carrying the suds away as Chakotay rinsed
his back.  He was truly relaxed now that his companion had
proved he wasn't going  to take advantage of Tom in this new
situation. He felt a soft touch on  his shoulder and opened his
eyes. "Turn over, please," Chakotay said.

He was grateful for the bronzed hands holding the raft steady as
he  shifted. Tom turned his face up to the sky, content for the
moment just to  bask in the warmth from sun and water and his
lover's hands. He almost  moaned in bliss as his scalp was
massaged for long minutes by sudsy  fingers. "Well, I'll give
you full marks for your bathside manner, Chak."

Chakotay grinned. "Why thank you sir, but you should reserve
judgement  until you've had the full treatment." He rinsed his
hands in the water,  then soaped up again to lightly clean the
smiling classic features. He  moved to the tempting throat, then
down the shoulders to lift one long  arm and extend it,
massaging and lathering underneath then down its  length.

Tom happened upon an odd expression on his attendant's face when
he  opened his eyes. "What are you thinking about?" he asked.

Chakotay looked up, startled, and smiled. "I was just admiring
your  hands." He held one palm to palm against his own,
measuring the long pale  fingers. "There are always such poetic
words to describe hands like  yours: elegant, delicate, slender,
fine-boned." He chuckled ruefully and  quirked his brows. "The
best I've ever gotten is 'capable'. It doesn't  have quite the
same panache."

Tom took a few seconds to consider as Chakotay drifted around
the raft  to soap the matching limb. "How about powerful, or
clever? Reassuring,  strong." He blushed at the surprise in the
deep brown eyes.

"Thanks, Tom. I'll keep them in mind." Chakotay returned Tom's
arm to  the float and began soaping the gold-furred chest. He
luxuriated in the  sudsy swirls of hair against his palms and
fingers as he worked his way  down to the pale abdomen. He
delicately handled the half-roused cock  and balls, again
resisting the temptation to linger uninvited. Then  Chakotay
briskly massaged the slender thighs and calves, ending again
with  the narrow feet.

Tom had almost thrust up into those sure hands, seeking more
contact,  but didn't. He lay back again as his legs were
cleansed, eyes closed.

"Ready for the rinse?" Chakotay asked. If Tom were looking, his 
survival instincts would have kicked in at the wicked glee on
the usually  stoic features.

"Yep---" was all Tom had time to say before the older man
flipped the  raft, spilling the foamy form into the water.
Chakotay swiftly swam for  the stairs, intent on getting out of
the pool and away from the most  obvious means of revenge.

Tom came up for air, soap free, laughing and sputtering. "I
can't  believe you did that!" he said as he lunged for a trim
retreating ankle.  When he missed he stood at the bottom of the
steps and called, "Computer,  one full-sized mattress two meters
from my position."

Chakotay tripped over the edge of his sudden obstacle, hitting
the soft  surface with an "Oof." He quickly rolled over, just in
time to see a  lean naked form sailing through the air to land
on top of him, again  robbing him of breath.

Tom shook his dripping head, spattering the sleek figure under
him as  he grabbed Chakotay's wrists and pinned them on either
side of the  dimpled cheeks. "I think it's time for your
lesson."

"In what, payback?" Chakotay challenged, lifting his chin
defiantly but  struggling to bring some control to his smile.

Tom focused on the lushly carved lips. "No, oral sex." He
hovered over  the rosy curves a moment, letting his captive feel
the puff of his  breath. "Pay attention, there'll be a quiz
later."

Then he descended, using his tongue to open the older man's
mouth so he  could harvest the sweetness within. He brushed over
teeth and gums and  palate, exploring, occasionally pausing when
Chakotay's tongue wrapped  around his own to stroke leisurely
and draw him in even deeper.

After a few minutes of mouth-to-mouth recreation, Tom used a
knee to  part bronzed muscular thighs and settle himself between
them. He leaned  his head back and released Chakotay's wrists.
"You ready?" he asked.

"For anything," Chakotay growled, opening his eyes to meet
Tom's. The  blue orbs were burning with intensity, stirring his
desire even more. He  twined their fingers together.

Tom was blasted with the heat from that fiery gaze, making a low
sound  of anticipation as they simply stared at each other. Then
he moved  upward to the indigo lines of the supine man's tattoo.
He began to trace  the tribal marking with the very tip of his
tongue.

When he reached the last curve, he let his lips trail down the
side of  Chakotay's face, kissing his way down cheek and jaw to
fit his tongue  into the tiny cleft in the strong chin. He
continued his journey, this  time moving up the jawline to one
ear. Tom followed the whorls and  hollows with lips and tongue,
then took the lobe into his mouth to bite,  then soothe. He
sampled the sweet bit of skin behind, and moved down the 
coppery throat, leaving a faint trail as he sucked on each
morsel of  flesh.

Chakotay moaned and lifted his chin again, this time to make it
easier  for that wonderful mouth to reach his skin. He felt an
odd sensation as  Tom reclaimed one hand to lift the crystal
necklace and lap up the  water gathered in the hollow at the
base of his throat. He shuddered and  felt his nipples tighten
in reaction.

Tom was immediately drawn to the dusky nubs, kissing his way
over the  soft skin of the older man's powerful chest. When he
reached the left  peak, he licked a slow circle around it, then
blew, watching the skin  pebble even more. He then began to draw
on the small bit of flesh, nipping  it as his lover moaned. Tom
released his prize and ran his tongue in  the valley formed by
the muscles on the journey to the right nipple. Once  there he
began to lave and suck, riding the wave of Chakotay's 
undulation as he lifted both their bodies as he arched in
response.

Chakotay groaned as Tom's ministrations edged from causing
pleasure to  pain. He was relieved when that maddening mouth
moved downward to trace  over his ribs and trembling stomach. He
could feel soft lips making  their way down his body, pausing
again to sip the pooled water from his  navel. Chakotay had
gripped the mattress tightly with his free hand, not  wanting to
crush the long fingers still clasped in his.

He shook himself out of his sensual haze to watch as Tom moved
to lick  the crease at the top of each thigh. The pink lips
opened to bare sharp  white teeth that nipped down the insides
of his legs to his knees. He  let his thighs part even more,
anticipating that talented mouth on his  aching, aroused cock.
"Please Tom," he breathed.

/Who would have guessed Chakotay could be such a wanton,/ Tom
thought  as he paused a moment to look at the sensual creature
writhing beneath  him. He was almost painfully aroused himself
just from listening to the  older man and tasting his silken
skin. He drooled at the sight of a  weeping dark cock rising
from a field of black hair. He sampled the balls  first, fitting
first one into his mouth, then the other. His nose was  tickled
by soft strands as he nuzzled his way over Chakotay's groin, the 
aroma of musk added to the older man's usual heady scent.

He lapped the precum that had dripped down the straining shaft, 
surprised at the salty-sweet taste. /Probably because he's a
vegetarian. But  damn, that's good stuff./ He licked his way up
to the slit to gather  more of the flavorful fluid. He also
moved his free arm to press against  Chakotay's hips, keeping
him still for Tom's enjoyment. He opened his  lips and took in
the head, lightly gripping with his teeth for a moment  before
taking more of the silk-steel length. He began bobbing up and 
down, slowly, coating Chakotay's manhood with his saliva,
sucking his  tasty treat.

Chakotay was balanced between heaven and hell. It was the
sweetest of  pleasures to be encased in that warm, wet mouth,
watching his cock slip  further and further between Tom's lips.
But he was also in an agony of  restraint, wanting to rip
himself free from Tom's grip on his hand and  hips so he could
thrust deep into that long throat. Instead, Chakotay  expressed
his tension in small movements from side to side. He groaned 
and moved his hand from the mattress to Tom's hair, not to yank
or grab,  just wanting to touch the wet curls. He flung his head
back with a  groan that was more a growl, "I'm going to come,
Tom."

/Yeah, do it, come for me. Gush into me, give me your
sweetness./ Tom  was glad he couldn't vocalize his thoughts as
he sucked harder at the  throbbing shaft. He felt the hand
meshed with his own and the one in his  hair tighten slightly in
warning, then a rush of fluid filled his mouth  as Chakotay gave
another long growl. He kept drawing until he felt the  dark
shaft begin to soften. He let it go and freed his hand, pushing 
himself up to grin at his lover's satiated expression.

Chakotay felt boneless. The suction and heat of Tom's mouth had
brought  him to the pinnacle of pleasure. As he floated back
down to reality he  wanted to forget about dinner or anything
else and just stay in the  haze of afterglow. But he knew that
Tom was waiting. He felt blue eyes  caressing his skin, and
opened his own to meet them. "Can I have a moment  to review my
notes before the quiz, Professor?" he asked with a lazy  grin.

Tom wrinkled his nose at the name, and pushed himself away from
the  muscled body. "I'm not done with my oral explorations. Turn
over." He gave  a reassuring smile at Chakotay's suddenly wary
expression, and was  pleased when the older man moved to his
stomach and spread his legs without  protest. He drank in the
sight of the fire-touched curves as he had the  computer move
the bottle of shower gel to the mattress.

Chakotay forced himself to lie quietly. /You enjoyed taking
Tom's cock  yesterday. There's nothing to worry about. Even if
it begins as  awkwardly as before, you liked the ending./ He
almost groaned at his own  unintentional pun, then groaned in
appreciation as he felt Tom's touch on  his skin. A hand moved
the back of the necklace so teeth could explore  the point where
his neck flowed into his shoulders.

Tom began working his way down the length of Chakotay's spine,
kissing,  licking, nibbling. His hands reacquainted themselves
with the satiny  expanses they'd explored yesterday. He slowly
approached that exquisite  ass, hearing his lover's sounds of
approval with relief. Tom was  determined to make up for his
inattentiveness of yesterday. /You're definitely  going to be
ready this time, my Titan. You'll be practically begging me  to
fuck you./ He moaned himself in anticipation.

Chakotay felt a playful tongue dipping into the tiny hollows at
the  bottom of his back, then swirling across one buttock and
the other. He  moved a little restlessly, unused to the
sensation. Then he sensed Tom's  hands parting his cheeks, and a
light pressure lower, behind his balls.  When the wet warmth
continued trailing up his cleft he nearly jerked  out of Tom's
grip in surprise. "What are you doing?" he asked, trying to  see
over his shoulder.

Tom lifted his head, forehead creased. "Don't you trust me?"

"Of course, but what are you *doing*?"

Tom grinned and blew a breath along the exposed skin. He
tightened his  hold as Chakotay yelped and thrust his hips. "I
told you. Oral  explorations. Now hold still and let me work."
Tom licked along the perineum up  to the puckered orifice. He
moved down again and traveled the same  distance with his lips
and teeth as the older man groaned and quivered  beneath him.

The blond's tongue swirled around Chakotay's anus, then
delicately  breached the opening. Once in he started
tongue-fucking the tight passage  in time with Chakotay's moans.
He shifted his arms so he could hold down  the coppery hips and
thighs as his lover began thrashing under his  assault.

Chakotay's senses were on overdrive as he moved mindlessly, one
moment  trying to escape the strange sensations and the next
trying to increase  them. He was on edge, desperate to either
fall over or be left alone.  "Please, Tom," he asked, though he
didn't know whether he wanted his  skilled torturer to stop or
continue.

Tom sent silent thanks that he had received his sign before his
penis  erupted onto the mattress. He slipped out of his lover's
body, turning  to slather his fingers, then cock, with the gel.
He moved his hand to  the already wet and partially loosened
passage. Both men groaned as he  started sliding in and out,
preparing Chakotay's body.

Chakotay almost sighed in relief as he felt the fingers leave
and Tom's  cock ease its way into him. He relaxed into the slow
strokes, bending  one leg to get a little purchase to lift into
Tom's thrusts. Mostly he  just absorbed the still unfamiliar
feeling of fullness, and the advance  and retreat of his
partner's flesh into and against his own.

Tom raised himself higher on his knees, sending his cock deeper
into  the velvet warmth. He could *feel* the rumbling of the
deep-chested  sounds coming from Chakotay as his prostate was
hit. The younger man simply  enjoyed the connection for long
minutes, feeling the build of orgasm.  He barely remembered to
slip a hand around one sleek side to find  Chakotay's renewed
erection. His hand stroked in time with his hips, faster  and
faster, until his roar of completion drowned out the older man's 
shout of release.

Cum flowed into and out of Chakotay as he finally fell off the 
precipice, the burn of satisfaction racing along his nerves. As
the fire cooled  to embers, he rested against the holographic
mattress, content to wait  for Tom to move out of and off him.

Every cell in Tom's body hummed with a sense of fulfillment.
Chakotay's  unexpected abandon in lovemaking was contagious; he
had never felt so  sensual and alive as he did when buried in
the beautiful body, or even  just lying against the soft bronzed
skin. He regretfully slid his spent  sex from its niche and
rolled off to lay on his back on the mattress.  He was surprised
when Chakotay started chuckling. "What's so funny?"

Chakotay looked over at Tom. "We're not going to start this all
over  again with another shared bath, are we?" He pushed himself
onto his side.  "I could see us never getting dressed again."

"Tempting as that sounds," /and damn, that does sound tempting/
"I  think we'd better clean up *separately* and get some dinner.
I've worked up  quite an appetite." His eyes twinkled. "I'll
even postpone your test  for later."

"Gee, thanks Professor." Chakotay drawled as he gracefully
levered  himself up and extended a hand. "And all I have to do
for a reprieve is  feed you."

"Watch the attitude Cadet, or I might just have to keep you
after  class." Tom grabbed the gel and eyed the sleek form as
Chakotay passed him  to descend once more into the water. "For
some *very* special study  sessions."

TBC