A CONVERSATION IN THE DARK

Title: A Conversation in the Dark, 1/1
Author: Jaye (Copyright May 2004)
Codes: VOY C/P NC-17

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Summary: Chakotay chooses an unusual method of dealing with 
Tom's claustrophobia.

Note: Set during "Fair Trade". Written for the 2004 Blue 
Alert Contest.

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"Tom, you're just making it worse---and you could run right 
into a wall. Please, sit down already."

"I can't, Chakotay." Sound of footsteps: one, two...the 
scuffle of a turn...one, two. "This place is way too small." 
Voice rising, sharp edge of panic. "They can't keep us here! 
We didn't kill anybody!" Banging accompanied by incoherent 
shouts.

Swift, determined movement. "I said *sit down*, Lieutenant!" 
Two distinct thuds. Commanding voice dropped to its usual 
soothing tones. "Letting them know you're upset won't help 
anything. They arrested us on suspicion of murder, so yes, 
they *can* keep us here. And you should be grateful: this 
glorified closet *is* dark and I admit, claustrophobic, but 
at least we're still conscious. The only reason they haven't 
popped us into cryostatic stasis like they usually do with 
criminals is that they're not sure how our human physiologies 
will react." Gently, "And we don't want them so annoyed 
they'd be willing to risk it anyway. That would be even 
worse, I bet."

"I saw them, Chakotay." Faint quiver in the voice. "They're 
*coffins*. Locked and bolted coffins." Harsh pants sped up. 
"No clear lid to even pretend to check whether someone might 
not just be waking up ahead of schedule to find they're 
trapped...buried alive...you wouldn't even hear them scream--
-"

"That's not going to happen," said firmly. "This isn't Banea 
or Akriteria, Tom. Voyager's right here, and the captain 
isn't going to let anything happen to us."

"I know, I know, I know, but--" Breaths growing faster "---I 
just can't seem to stop imagining it---like being buried 
alive. And this place is just so damn *small*...and 
*dark*...and I can't breathe---"

"Okay, then let's imagine something else." Pause. Casually, 
"I hear you and Harry hijacked Neelix's resort program."

Muffled snort pauses erratic breathing. "Yeah, I guess you 
could say that. It just needed a bit of tweaking."

"A bit?" Incredulous, then wistful. "I'll miss Sandrine's."

"Really...?" Shocked pause, then speculation. "I never 
figured you cared for it much, Commander. Not your style."

"Oh, I enjoy a walk on the wild side as much as the next 
person." Hesitantly, "In fact...well, I've pictured you 
strolling down the streets behind the bar, the way you do 
sometimes after telling everyone you've gone home."

"You---you do?" Rustle, breathing slowing down. "And, um, how 
does the walk turn wild, Chakotay?"

"I, that is, you meet up with me, of course." Cough. "I, uh, 
catch up with you on the sidewalk underneath one of those 
old-fashioned street lamps. I grip your shoulders and turn 
you to stand flat against the wall. The bricks are rough on 
your back through your shirt." Pause, then a rush, "I kiss 
you. Pressed close, leaning in, my tongue brushes against 
your lips, just a taste."

Silence. Even the breathing stopped.

Then a new voice takes up the tale. "I open my mouth with a 
groan, wrap my hands around your shoulders and arch into you-
--warm, solid, I'm hanging on for all I'm woorth as my knees 
start to buckle."

Swallow, first voice deepening. "I undo the buttons of your 
shirt to see the lamplight glint on your chest hair. You 
throw your head back and I dive for the column of your 
throat, pale, gleaming. Your pulse beats wildly under my 
lips. My fingers tease your nipples into tight peaks as I 
lean down to taste them, salt-sweat tang."

Interruption. "I know what I want, Chakotay. I push you back, 
watching the light glimmer in your hair and your dark, dark 
eyes. So hot. I unbutton your trousers, and sink to my knees, 
smelling the musk of your arousal as I lick the tip of your 
cock. Tingling on my tongue. I push my hands into your 
trousers, palming your hips, fingers digging into your ass, 
pulling you closer."

"Yesss," hissed. "...slick, warm suction, I let you set the 
pace, your blond head moving up and down the length, coating 
my cock, a wet shine in the pool of light. I groan, run my 
fingers through your hair, along your shoulders."

Breath starts quickening again. "And then I pull back, let 
your dick slide from my mouth. I want to keep going, drive 
you over the edge, but more than that, I want you to fuck me, 
here in the street under a dark sky. I unzip my pants, push 
them down, and turn to face the wall, bracing my hands 
against it."

Rustle, calm voice lost to a breathlessness of its own. "I 
want to see you, long slim back and legs, your tight round 
ass. But your shirt covers you, and I don't want you bared to 
the night chill. So I step up to you, sliding my hands under 
your open top to stroke your sides, tracing the lines of your 
ribs, sliding inward to run up your chest once more. I kiss 
and nip at the back of your neck, pulling at your collar with 
my teeth to get at more of you."

Groan. "It's incredible, feeling your weight, surrounded by 
your warmth, your strength, the scent of you filling my 
nostrils. I take your hand and drag it down to my groin. You 
fist me a few times and my hips jump to your hand, but then 
you gather my precum on your fingertips and slide around to 
my ass."

"Yes...breaching the tight ring, feeling the hot channel 
waiting for my cock. I go slow, stretching, teasing, getting 
you ready, making us both wait for it."

"I can't wait. Gods, your fingers, Chak, they're rubbing over 
*that* spot that just makes me want to howl. I press my hands 
to wall and lean my forehead against them. I push back, 
hoping you'll take the hint and fuck me, fuck me, fuck me---"

"It's time. I line up and ease in, Tom, letting your body 
stretch around me, taking me in, so deep. Long slow glide 
deep into you. I lean forward and press my cheek to yours, 
our breaths mingling, just feeling us joined together. Then I 
pull out and push in, slow rhythm building."

"Oh, yeah, hot rod sliding, filling, retreating. The brush of 
your pubic hair against my crack when I thrust back to meet 
you. You take the hint and start driving, pounding, and fuck 
I want it all, we're grunting like animals." Pause, voice 
softens. "But your hands are so tender, caressing everywhere-
--chest, hips, thighs---while your face nuzzzles mine, chin on 
my shoulder and I turn my head toward you for a kiss."

Soft voice roughened. "Sharing lips, tongue, breath, bodies--
-it's too much for me, Tom, the squeezing, cclasping, heat. I 
wrap my hand around your cock and you moan into my mouth, 
ready, so ready. I fist you in the rhythm, the hard pulse 
pound of our flesh meeting speeding up with every thrust. I 
rub my thumb across your glans, slide my nail along the slit, 
hear your breath hitch."

"It's here---flashes behind my eyes as I push into your hand, 
Chak, coming so hard so very hard, white-hot rush through my 
veins and my lungs and my cock as I wrench my mouth away to 
scream."

Groan. "So tight, your body grips, holds, won't let me go and 
I give in to it, Tom, give you every drop of my cum as I push 
deep once, twice, again, and finally collapse against you, 
spent."

Silence broken by breaths and rustling.

A shaky laugh. "Wow, Commander, no wonder you're always 
booked up, if this is a sample of your counseling strategy."

Wry chuckle. "No, it isn't, as I'm sure you're well aware."

Teasing, "Oh, so I'm a special case."

"Very special."

Stunned silence.

Embarrassed cough. "I uh, just meant we were in a unique 
situation, Tom, I thought you were going to hyperventilate." 
Throat clearing. "Uh, so, are you feeling bet---"

"I've had a fantasy about Sandrine's as well."

Uncertainly, "Oh?"

"Yeah. It's just me and the holograms, playing pool, 'round 
midnight. But suddenly the holograms disappear. And you're 
there...barefoot, wearing tissue-thin pearl-gray silk, loose 
trousers and tunic. You don't say anything, just walk across 
the room as I straighten, the cue forgotten in my hand."

Hesitant. "I...I reach out and take the pool cue from you, 
laying it on a corner of the table. My hands frame your face, 
and I lean up to brush my lips against your brow, nose, 
cheeks, and finally, just a faint brush across your mouth."

Insistent protest. "But that's not enough, Chak, not nearly 
enough. My fingers grip your hair, silky strands sliding. I 
hold your head still and spread your lips with my mine, 
tongue plunging in, mapping every centimeter, learning, 
claiming, wrapping around your own."

Other voice now more confident. "We're both moaning---low, 
deep rumblings---my hands start to wander, measuring the 
breadth of your shoulders, the strength of your arms. Then 
down your sides to slide under your cotton T-shirt, pulling 
it up to comb my fingers through the crisp hair on your 
stomach, then up, then down, one finger dipping beneath the 
waistband of your jeans."

Low moan. "My fingers twist into your shirt---gray silk hot 
from your skin. The cloth bunches in my hands, and I yank my 
mouth away from yours, desperate for air. I see a bead of 
sweat slide down your throat and want to watch its entire 
journey. The silk rips under my hands, and the sound makes my 
cock leap, even harder, pushing against my jeans. I tear your 
tunic in half, letting the pieces flutter and hang at your 
wrists. I turn us both so the edge of the pool table is 
pressing into your legs. I pull your hands away, shift them 
so the silk falls off your arms and onto the floor, leaving 
your torso bare."

Slight shakiness in soft voice. "The hunger in your eyes 
makes them burn, fierce blue heart of a flame that promises 
to consume me completely. But I let you look, your gaze like 
the hot rough touch of your hands. I can barely breathe, 
waiting, not knowing what you'll do next...wondering when 
you'll pounce."

Slight sound of shaking head, tone full of wonder. "And yet, 
you're the one who looks like a predator---muscles curving 
smooth under a tawny pelt. I stretch out my fingers to touch, 
watching your nipples spring to life under my hands. I palm 
your chest, soft skin making me shiver with the need to 
touch, taste...I lean in, mouth open tongue sliding wet 
trails across your pecs, then down your belly. I feel you 
quiver when I bite, hear you groan, sucking your flesh into 
my mouth, leaving my mark." Pause. "Then I pull your 
drawstring pants off and see you're wearing nothing 
underneath."

Silence.

Then, "I feel more than naked...exposed...but, but I want 
you. I reach out and pull your T-shirt over your head in one 
movement, throwing it away. Then I unbutton your jeans and 
spread them, reaching into your underwear to lift out your 
cock, hard and dripping for me. I push your pants and boxers 
down, licking my lips at the thought of tasting you." Pause. 
"But instead I reach behind myself to sweep the pool balls 
out of the way. Then I brace my hands on the edge of the 
table, and boost myself up and lay down, my ass resting on 
the lip of the table. I..." Hesitant, then determined. "I 
spread my legs, letting you see I'm already prepared. For 
you."

Panting. "Oh shit, I've---I've never had a lover do that. I 
can picture you, kneeling naked on our bed, working yourself 
open, slick fingers spreading lube, your expressions as you 
imagine they're *my* fingers, my cock in you. I'm harder than 
I've ever been in my life, focused on your glistening hole. 
Then I step in between your legs, and stare down at you. 
Magnificent gift, all gilded bronze skin I slide my hands 
over, around, between, feeling the dampness of gathered 
sweat, leaning in to lick the pools off your throat and chest 
and belly. I can't help myself---I suck at the mark I made, 
primitive thrill running through me, the tip of my dick 
dripping as it brushes the edge of the felt. I shudder, 
wondering how the rough cloth feels against your back, your 
ass. My hands slide up the backs of your thighs to lift your 
legs higher, spread them wider." Words barely audible in the 
harsh breaths, "So I can see my cock slide into you to the 
hilt."

"Yes, oh..." Voice rough, "I raise my ass into the stroke, 
moaning your name. I'm shaking, desperate for the next 
thrust, and the next, welcoming the stretch and sting of your 
flesh pushing into me, pain burning away into pleasure. My 
fingers scrabble at the felt, looking for a handhold, but 
there's nothing, no way to ease the feeling that's building 
deep in my core. Then you hit my gland and I shout, my body 
arching, tension gathering. I reach for my cock, desperate 
for release as your hips speed up, pounding into me."

"My hands are gripping your thighs, but I slide them down to 
grab your hips and hold you captive for my possession. I push 
deep into you, feeling the grasp and slide of your hot 
depths. I can see your bronze skin turning white around my 
thumbholds and I know I'm leaving bruises but I can't help 
it. I have to have you claim you keep you. Sweat stings my 
eyes but I keep them open, watching you grab your own cock, 
your fist moving to my rhythm. Then you fling your head back, 
mouth open in a howl as your cum flows over your hand and 
onto your belly and groin, the jolts of my thrusts sending 
flecks onto your chest and mine. I finally close my eyes when 
the lightning strikes me, my cum shooting from my balls and 
deep into your core, as deep as I can send it, my body 
shaking with it, ecstasy orgasm release wringing me dry." 
Pause. "Then, I, uh, I start to pull out---"

"---But I open my eyes and look up at you, wishing I could 
wrap my legs around you, but all I can do is say, 'Stay'." 
Rustle, then waiting silence as breaths begin to calm once 
more.

Hesitant. "I...I want to. Stay, I mean. So I do, nestled 
between your thighs, my fingertips smearing patterns in the 
cum and sweat on your belly. Absolutely content."

Wry amusement. "I start to feel just how uncomfortable a pool 
table is to lie on." Speculative. "And I wonder how we would 
end up if I used the computer to transport us right from this 
position to our bed."

Shocked silence. "*Our* bed?"

Surprise. "Well, um, yes...you did say it first." Losing 
steam, embarrassed. "I guess it was just a slip---forget 
about it." Trailing off.

Hurried movement, clothes rustling as one figure settles 
close to the other. Then a whisper in the dark, "I don't want 
to forget about it." Pause. "So...Chak...you up for a visit 
to the holodeck when the captain finally springs us?"

"Yes."

Sound of a kiss.

THE END