Title: No Boundary
Author: Khylaren, writing under the pseudonym Sihalya
Contact: khylaren@yahoo.com
Fandom: Trek: VOY/DS9
Rating: [NC-17]
Warnings: Graphic homoerotic (slash) content
Disclaimer: Star Trek Voyager et al belongs to Paramount. The story idea is mine. This is for entertainment only and the author intends no infringement.
Cast: Chakotay/Julian Bashir

Summary: A strange artifact found on a routine away mission sends Commander Chakotay back to Deep Space Nine. Can he find a way back to Voyager, or will he be sidetracked along the way? 

Note: This was the first slash story I ever wrote and it was never properly beta’d. It was part of a writing fest and I was given the random pairing of Chakotay and Julian Bashir, characters I’d never thought of putting together.  I submit it humbly for your review. Suggestions on improvement are always welcome!
 
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"Chakotay to Voyager."

"Go ahead, Commander," Captain Janeway's voice came wryly though his communicator.

"I'm reading something unusual up ahead. Can the ship's sensors pick it up?" He didn't bother to try to hide the excitement in his 
voice. This was what he originally had signed up for when he joined Starfleet those many years ago: ancient alien cultures, artifacts, and new discoveries. It was unfortunate that Starfleet's political policies had been the reason he'd left it behind. 

"Negative. The minerals in the surrounding cave area are disrupting the readings. We can't get any clearer picture than what you're receiving."

"Permission to investigate?" He'd already separated from the away team, heading deeper into the cave, but wanted to have it on record that he'd asked.

Janeway laughed. "Affirmative. Just don't take too long. The asteroid's rotation will take you into the sun's influence in 
approximately 40 minutes. The temperature will be over 200° Celsius by then, and we still need those mineral samples."

"Understood." Chakotay grinned, following the readings on the tricorder in the direction they indicated the unusual something was.

"Keep an open com-link, Chakotay," Janeway smiled briefly. "I want to know what you find."

He followed the tricorder readings for a few meters into the mouth of small cavern. He raised the wrist light on his arm, trying to light up the back of the cave. Something metallic flashed in the beam of the light.

"I can see something back there," he reported. "Its at the very back of the cave, it looks metallic. I..." he paused, wonderment coloring his voice. "I can hear something...humming, Captain. I think it's the object." He approached it carefully, confirming that the noise was indeed coming from it. 

"I would caution you from touching the object," Tuvok said over the com-link. "This is an unknown artifact and may be protected by security measures."

Chakotay wasn't listening; his ears were full of the humming noise, which had risen in volume as he moved closer to the object. The sound was lovely, melodic, almost soothing to him. The surface was metallic and smooth, glinting in the light of his wrist beam. At the base of it was writing of a sort Chakotay didn't recognize. Curious, he reached out with a finger to trace the lettering etched in the metal.

The humming changed abruptly to a loud shriek, and Chakotay was thrown violently away from the object. His body struck the back wall of the cave hard enough to knock the wind out of him. The shrieking abruptly ceased.

It took him several moments to catch his breath. He lay there a moment on the floor, mentally checking his physical status. He had just been forcefully thrown several feet into a cave wall. There had to be repercussions. 

Experimentally he moved his extremities, surprised when nothing seemed to be out of place. A mild twinge in his left shoulder was the only reaction he received in response to his checking and he was grateful that he hadn't been injured. However, when he had struck the wall it had also shattered his wrist beam. He waited a few moments before moving, allowing his eyes to adjust to the sudden darkness.

Chakotay sat up, not believing what his eyes were telling him. Gone were the rough walls of the cavern, the stalactite and stalagmite formations on the floor and ceiling of the cave. Instead, the walls were smooth, almost metallic, the floor beneath him felt like carpet.

Knowing that somehow, he was no longer in the same cave he had been only moments before, Chakotay tapped his combadge with a sickening feeling gathering in his stomach.  There was no response from Voyager, something which didn't surprise 
him in the least.

"Mmmnnnnhhhhh..."

The unexpected sound nearly startled him out of his skin. After a few seconds of panic, his heart settled down to a more regular beat.   The sound, he realized, had a human quality to it. He strained to listen in the darkness and was certain, now, that he heard breathing. Chakotay's hearing seemed to sharpen as he listened, and he was able to discern the direction the breathing sounds were coming from. Wishing heartily that he still had his wrist light, Chakotay debated on whether or not he should investigate the sleeper. Human sounding didn't necessarily mean human compatible.

"Mmm...garak...nooo...." The voice mumbled, almost as if, Chakotay thought, they were talking in their sleep. The words spoken still gave him no definite clue as to the identity of the speaker. They sounded like they could be in any language. He sat in the darkness, debating on his next move, when he heard the voice again.

"Oh...love...no..."

Now *that* sounded like Standard. He waited, listening in the darkness.

"Ahh....yesss..." the voice trailed off in pleasure, and Chakotay had a growing suspicion of what the speaker was dreaming about, if, that is, they were indeed asleep. Decidedly uncomfortable with the thought of eavesdropping on what sounded like a very private dream, Chakotay thought it would be best for him to try to leave, if that was at all possible. Carefully, he walked across the floor, feeling his way in the almost pitch black room as best as he could. He kept thinking that there had to be a door along one of the walls somewhere.

His foot struck the edge of something hard and he lost his balance, falling forward with a startled and pained "Oof!" onto a soft and lumpy surface.

"What the bloody hell," a deep and cultured voice, obviously irritated from being so rudely awakened, muttered not far from 
Chakotay's ear. "Computer, lights!"

The lights temporarily blinded Chakotay and he wasn't able to get a look at the face behind the gasp of surprise.

"Just who the hell are you and what are you doing in my quarters at 0230?" the voice asked crossly.

It took him a moment before his eyes became accustomed to the lights in the room. Chakotay lifted his head, attempting to push himself up and away from the bed, blinking in surprise as his eyes took in its occupant.

The man sitting up with the black sheets pooled around his half-naked body was probably in his early 30's, Chakotay guessed. He could see no trace of any gray in the curly mass of hair, black as a crow's wing, surrounding the lean and attractive face. The faint lines around his mouth told Chakotay that this man was far more used to smiling than frowning, as he was now.

Keen, hazel eyes raked him from head to toe. "Well, if you're a burglar, you're bloody incompetent," the dark haired man said with a snort. "Should I call security?"

Chakotay shook his head. "I'm not a burglar. I'm not even sure how I got here," he moved carefully away from the bed. 

"Well, then. Lets start with the things you do know. Like, your name?" The barest hint of a smile curved his lips.

"Chakotay."

"Ah." This time Chakotay was rewarded with a full-blown smile. "Now, I can see by your uniform that you're Starfleet. However, you're wearing an outdated style and I don't recognize your rank insignia." The hazel eyes glinted shrewdly. "I'd say you're either a spy or you're from another reality."

Chakotay glanced down at his uniform briefly, considering the man's words. "I'm not a spy," he began.

"Which of course, I'd expect you to say if you were a spy," the man retorted, "but do go on."

"I'm from the Starship Voyager. My ship is currently lost in the Delta Quadrant. I was investigating a strange artifact on an alien 
planet when I was thrown across the cave. I hit the wall, and the next thing I knew, I wasn't in the cave anymore, but here." Chakotay said in what he hoped was his most reasonable explanation voice.

"Hmm," the man said, looking skeptical. "Voyager was lost three years ago in The Badlands. How did you end up in the Delta Quadrant?"

"An entity named the Caretaker grabbed my ship out of The Badlands and drew us to his array. He was looking for a mate, but none of the crew were compatible with him, and he died without sending us back. We have been making our way back to the Alpha Quadrant ever since."   It was an extremely condensed version of the story, but it would suffice for now. 

The man looked at him a moment longer, then nodded slowly. "Its too far-fetched to be anything but the truth. But if it's all the same, I'd like to do a few scans." He stood, pulling the sheet around his waist and extended his hand in greeting.

"Doctor Julian Bashir, Chief Medical Officer of Deep Space Nine.”  

Long fingers enclosed Chakotay's hand firmly and he returned the handshake in kind. "If you'll give me just a moment to get dressed, I'll take you down to sickbay. You may have cracked your head in the process of being thrown across that cave." 
This last comment was accompanied by an almost breathtaking smile.

"Pleasure to meet you." Chakotay found himself returning the smile with interest. "Did you say Deep Space Nine?" he asked, watching the lean and muscular form reach for the black and gray uniform off the table next to the bed. Politely he turned his back as the man began to dress, turning his attention to the artifacts and pictures in the man's quarters.

"Yes, I did. Its not a Starfleet station officially, but we're here as a sort of protectorate until things settle down with the 
Cardassians." Bashir ran a comb quickly through his hair, watching the reflection of his guest through the mirror. "Is that familiar at all?"

Chakotay nodded, turning back around now that Julian was dressed. "Yes. That sounds about right. What year is it here?"

Bashir finished pinning his pips to his collar and reached for his combadge. "2375. Shall we go?"

Chakotay nodded and followed Julian through the door and out into the corridor. 

"I shall have to inform Odo of your presence, of course. And Captain Sisko, and probably Dax," the doctor sighed, shaking his 
head. "They'll want to know everything about you and where you come from."

Chakotay stopped walking, a sickening feeling of dismay forming a knot in his midsection.

"What is it?" Julian had stopped, turning around to look at him quizzically. 

"I don't know if I want them to know who I am," Chakotay said worriedly. "In fact, I think it might be better if I try to get back 
to the cave instead." He began walking backwards slowly. 

"Wait. Why ever not?" Julian reached a hand out to stop the other man, gripping his arm firmly. 

Chakotay looked panicked. "If I tell you, you have to promise not to reveal this information to anyone else."

"I don't under..." Julian began.

"Promise me. Please, doctor." 

The pleading look in Chakotay's brown eyes was too much for Julian to take. "Fine. Although I don't know much good it will do. Odo finds out everything that goes on in this station eventually." He sighed, noticing that he still had a firm hold of Chakotay's arm. He relinquished his hold somewhat reluctantly, and gestured for Chakotay to walk beside him.

When they reached sickbay, Julian gestured for Chakotay to take a seat on the nearest biobed. 

"Computer, seal doors, security code Bashir Lambda Nine. There," he said with a smile. "That ought to do it. No one can come in while we're talking. Fair enough?"

Chakotay nodded. "Thank you. Once I tell you, you'll understand why." His face was grim.

"Let's get the scanning out of the way first, shall we? You can tell me your story while the computer looks it over, all right?" Julian touched his shoulder gently, not liking the look in the other man's eyes.

After finishing the scans, Julian downloaded the information into the computer. Placing the tricorder in its customary storage area, he took a seat across from Chakotay on another biobed, folding his hands across his knee.

"Well, what is it that you can't let anyone else know about?" Julian asked lightly, his eyes resting on his patient. He noticed several things on several different levels. As a physician, he noted the overall appearance of general good health, the bright brown eyes, excellent coloration, and physical fitness that was apparent even through the man's uniform. As a man, he noted the pleasantness of Chakotay's features, the expressiveness of his brown eyes, the full and sensual lips, the charming way dimples appeared on both cheeks when he smiled, and the solid and muscular looking frame. His patient was a very attractive man, Julian thought with an inward smile. Under other circumstances, he was the kind of man that Julian had always been drawn to: tall, dark, and handsome.

"I'm surprised you didn't recognize my name immediately in connection with Voyager," Chakotay began quietly, his face troubled. "I'm wondering, then, that if in this reality you have a group of rebels known as the Maquis?"

Julian blinked, startled out of reverie by Chakotay's question. "Yes, the Maquis are so-called freedom fighters who attack the peace treaty between the Federation and the Cardassians." Something triggered in the back of his mind about Voyager, about why she had been in the Badlands in the first place. 

Chakotay could read the realization on the man's face as if he'd spoken aloud. "Yes, I'm the Captain of the Maquis ship, the Liberty. We were taken, along with Voyager, by the Caretaker 70,000 light-years away from here, to the Delta Quadrant. Both ships took heavy damage. To survive, we combined crew under the leadership of Captain Janeway and myself as her commanding officer, and we have been trying to get home ever since."

Julian's mouth opened and closed several times, and it took him a few moments to grasp the implications of this information.

"Because I'm a Maquis, technically I'm an enemy of Starfleet, a traitor at the very least, and they would want to arrest me for my crimes," Chakotay shook his head. "That seems like a lifetime ago."

"Ah," Julian was able to articulate finally. "I begin to see your problem." He sighed, standing up abruptly. "Well, we cannot tell 
Captain Sisko who you are, or anyone else for that matter." The computer beeped at him, informing him that it had finished analyzing his scans. Quickly, Julian glanced over the information.

"You're not seriously injured, luckily. Just some bruises and cuts. But this is what I wanted to know." Julian looked up at him with a smile. "According to this, your quantum signature does *not* match this timeline. Therefore, while our timelines *are* similar, you are not our Chakotay and should not be held accountable for *his* crimes."

"Do you think that argument will work?" Chakotay asked dubiously.

"Well, it's either that, or I try to keep you hidden until we figure out a way to send you back. *If* I can find a way at all."

Chakotay was silent a moment, lost in thought. Did he want to risk being tried as a criminal, even in the wrong timeline, for the 
additional help he could receive in returning to his own timeline, or would it be better to try to lay low and try to find his own way out. After a few moments thought, he decided on the latter.

"Why?" Julian asked, honestly curious.

"Because I can always come forward later, if we can't find a way for me to get back on our own," Chakotay replied, hopping off the biobed in a smooth motion.

"Our own? You want me to help you, I take it?" Julian smiled wryly, thinking rather naughtily that there were things much worse than having to hide a handsome man in your quarters for a while.

Chakotay nodded with a smile of his own. "I trust you won't reveal my presence here until we absolutely have to."

"Of course. You can trust me."

Chakotay studied the doctor a moment longer, as if gauging the accuracy of that remark. Finally, he nodded slowly. "I believe you."

******

"I suppose you're hungry?" Julian asked the handsome man who was sitting comfortably on the floor of his quarters, technical scanning equipment scattered around him. They had gathered as many tricorders and other scanning devices as necessary, and Chakotay was busy reconfiguring one of the tricorders to scan for any anomalies.

Chakotay looked up from his project with a quick smile. "Actually, now that you mention it, I'm very hungry."

Julian unfolded himself from the chair and stood, stretching his lean frame to work out the kinks that had formed from sitting there for several hours. "Good, then. I'll go and replicate us something to eat."

Chakotay nodded and turned his attention back to his work, but his memory kept replaying the scene he had just witnessed, watching Julian's lean frame as he stretched. Was it his imagination, or did Julian's movements seem a bit exaggerated, the stretch slightly more sensual than was necessary for the working out of stiff muscles? Chakotay shrugged the thought away, although he couldn't help the smile that formed as his mind lingered on the attractive areas of the doctor's physique. Well, two could certainly play at that game, he thought, and unfastened the jacket of his uniform, shrugging it off his shoulders and folding it carefully on the chair next to where he was working. Next he unfastened the mock-turtleneck he wore and placed it on top of the jacket. Satisfied, he returned to his work, clad only in his pants and gray sleeveless tee shirt, wondering what the good
doctor's reaction was going to be.

Julian finished entering the program into the replicator and sighed, waiting for the food to materialize. His guest had no idea just how thoroughly intrigued he was with him. Rugged good looks aside, the fact that the man was a former outlaw and a ship captain made him all the more attractive to Julian. Watching the man work, he wished they had met under different circumstances. 

Placing the food on his dining table, he turned to grab a bottle of Bajoran Spring wine when he caught of glimpse of Chakotay and his mouth dropped open. Chakotay's back was turned so he didn't see Julian's expression as his eyes drank in Chakotay's newly revealed muscled arms and bared neck. There was something incredibly sensual about the way his dark hair curled just slightly at the nape of his neck, and Julian felt an overwhelming urge to run his fingers through it, just to see if it was as soft and silky as it looked. 

Chakotay finally sensed the lack of activity from his host and looked up and over his shoulder, catching the predatory look on Julian's face. 

With a guilty start, Julian's face flushed with embarrassment. "I-um, that is, the food it ready, Chakotay,," he stammered, looking away hastily. He reached for the corkscrew and began opening the wine, grateful for something else to look at and occupy him for the moment. He struggled with the cork, his brows drawn together as he tried to pull it out, before another hand covered his to stay his efforts.

"Let me try," Chakotay said softly, taking the bottle from Julian's now limp grasp. With a smooth pull, he deftly extracted the cork from the neck of the bottle and handed it back to him. He watched the younger man pour the pale colored liquid into two glasses, and gratefully accepted on of the glasses from him. 

Thoughtfully, Chakotay regarded Julian over the rim of his glass as he took a sip of the wine. There was a definite attraction here, he thought, on both their parts. The question was, which one of them would act first? Although Chakotay had not been celibate these last few years on Voyager, it had been several years, in fact, since he had been with another man. He wondered if his attraction to Bashir was merely a matter of circumstance, but decided, for the moment, it truly didn't matter. 

Julian took a deep drink of his wine, trying to reorganize the thoughts that had become so jumbled at the touch of Chakotay's hand against his. He was surprised, really, and the intensity of the reaction. He hadn't felt this strong of an attraction to someone 
since Garak. It hadn't taken the tailor long to recognize Julian's attraction and use it, much to the doctor's dismay. He'd been so 
much more naive then. He recognized his attraction to this man for what it was: lust and nothing more. Julian suspected that the 
handsome man before him who was regarding him with thoughtful brown eyes was echoing these feelings.

The chirping of Julian's combadge interrupted the moment.

::Dax to Bashir::

Startled, the doctor placed his glass of wine on the table before tapping his combadge in response.

::Go ahead Commander::

There was a laugh on the other end of the comsignal; a feminine and musical laugh, Chakotay thought.

::I just wanted to know if you wanted to go to the holodeck with Worf and me. Miles has a new frontier program he wanted us to try out.::

A smile flitted across Julian's face. 

::Thank you, Dax, but no. I think I'll turn in early tonight. I have duty tomorrow.:: He flashed Chakotay a conspiratorial smile.

::Your loss then. Good night.::

"You could have gone with them, Julian. You don't have to stay on my account," Chakotay said quietly, setting his glass of wine on the counter.

Julian tilted his head slightly, as if contemplating something, then shook his head slowly. "No, what I want this evening is right here," he murmured, and before he could loose his nerve, he stepped closer to Chakotay, touching the other man's face with gently exploring fingers.

A half-smile lifted the corner of Chakotay's mouth. 

"I was wondering if we'd get to this," he said, and closed the distance between them, his mouth covering Julian's with surprising 
gentleness.  His hands reached upwards to hold either side of Julian's face as his mouth explored the softness and contours of 
Julian's lips. 

Opening his mouth under Chakotay's, Julian's tongue gently brushed against his before thrusting into the warm depths of Chakotay's mouth, darting and tasting, teasing the velvety softness of Chakotay's tongue until it tangled with his. Somehow his hands had worked their way upwards and now his fingers were curled in the hair he had wanted to touch. Chakotay deepened the kiss, capturing Julian's lower lip and biting it gently before releasing it. He drew back to look at Julian, noting with satisfaction the heightened color and gleam to the younger man's eyes. 

"I think we need to take care of something before we eat," Chakotay said softly, his thumb brushing Julian's lower lip gently. He 
pressed himself against Julian and felt a hardness that matched his own.

Julian nodded and gasped as Chakotay's hand reached for the fastening on his trousers, brushing against his cock in the process, sending waves of pleasure coursing from his groin. 

With agonizing slowness, Chakotay opened Julian's pants and pushed them over the younger man's hips, his dark eyes never leaving his face. Julian stepped out of his pants and kicked them across the room, not caring where they landed as long as they weren't in the way. His attention was focused on the noticeable bulge in Chakotay's pants. His hands seemed to have a will of their own as they reached out and stroked the length of his partner’s cock, feeling the heat of it through the thin material of his pants. 

Chakotay moaned appreciatively as Julian dropped to his knees before him, pressing his lips against the straining fabric. Nimble fingers found the fastener of Chakotay's pants and unhooked them, sliding the fabric down the muscular legs. The boxer shorts went just as quickly and Julian was rewarded with the sight of a beautifully erect cock, tip glistening with moisture.  Licking his lips in anticipation, he leaned forward, his eyes fixed on his lover’s face, and took the cock in his mouth, inhaling deeply as his tongue and lips moved over the velvety skin.

He groaned deeply, throwing his head back as Julian's lips and tongue caressed his cock, one moment licking it, next taking it into his mouth deeply. His lover’s hands moved upwards to grasp his buttocks, holding him steady, and Chakotay's buried his hands in Julian’s hair, giving himself over to the sensations the younger man was eliciting with his clever mouth. 

It had been far to long since anyone had given him this kind of attention, and Chakotay didn't know how much longer he could hold back the orgasm that was steadily building with each sure stroke of Julian's tongue. He gasped when his lover released his cock, letting the weight of it snap back and hit his stomach with a wet smacking sound. He opened his eyes, gazing down at the hazel one's staring up mischievously at him. Julian's lean fingers stroked the length of his cock, mimicking the movements his tongue had been making earlier. He lowered his mouth, his tongue flicking out to lick Chakotay's balls, sucking them gently, delighting in the vibrating groan that his partner emitted at this new caress.

"Julian," Chakotay gasped, feeling the pressure beginning to build. His fingers clenched convulsively in the soft black curls on Julian's head as his partner took him deeply in his mouth once more, taking Chakotay over the edge with a guttural cry.

Julian swallowed, his throat working convulsively to capture every last salty drop, his gaze never wavering from Chakotay's as he worked to bring every last sensation out into the open. Finally, satisfied that he had wrung every last quiver out of the big man, he released Chakotay's cock, licking his lips in satisfaction.

Chakotay's eyes glittered as he took in the slightly breathless, naked man kneeling before him. He had been given a taste of things long forgotten, and he was ready for more. His gaze lingered on the flushed face, the swollen and parted lips, and knew there would be no denying the hunger that was building once more. His cock stiffened in response to the direction his thoughts were taking. He saw Julian start slightly in surprise, looking up from the rapidly hardening flesh to Chakotay's eyes.

"I don't think we're going to be needing dinner anytime soon," Chakotay said huskily, his fingers grasping Julian's upper arms 
firmly but gently. He lifted the younger man to his feet and kissed him deeply, pressing his tongue against Julian's lips until the other man opened his mouth. One hand burying itself deeply in Julian's hair, the other grasped his ass firmly, pulling the lean body against his as his tongue plunged and plundered the warm depths of Julian's mouth. With a final squeeze to Julian's bottom, he released him, noting with some satisfaction the slightly dazed look in the hazel eyes. 

"Put a stasis field over the food," Chakotay ordered softly, his thumb brushing Julian's lips. "Then lets get back to business."

Julian nodded, feeling somewhat overwhelmed. He wasn't certain when control of the situation had been lost, but there was no doubt in his mind now that Chakotay had taken it from him. Not that he minded. Quickly, he initiated a stasis field to cover the food, then turned back to Chakotay. The heated look the dark man gave him caused Julian to shiver with anticipation. 

No, he didn't mind at all.

******

Julian had been tied up before. Garak had liked to tie him up on occasion, and ride his ass until he couldn't come any more. Sometimes, just for fun, Garak would leave him tied up all night, just to impress upon Julian's mind just who was in control of the situation.

If Julian found being tied up familiar, nothing else about the situation was. Instead of being tied, bent over, wrists and ankles together with his most vulnerable areas open for the taking, Chakotay had tied Julian on his back, spread eagle, and was now lovingly and teasingly sucking his cock. 

Julian had to admit that when it came to sucking cock, Chakotay definitely knew his business. He'd been doing it steadily for 45 minutes and had brought Julian to the very edge of coming so many times he had lost count. Each time, however, Chakotay would back off, changing his pace or caress just enough that the orgasm would recede, and then the dark man would begin again, his lips and hands working their magic on Julian's body, bringing him once again to the precipice. As Julian felt the next wave build up, larger than 
before, he tensed, anticipating the withdrawal. 

"Please, Chakotay," he begged softly, moaning as his partner took him deeply in his mouth. "Don't stop."

Hands replaced the mouth as his partner looked up at him, eyes nearly black with passion. 

"Are you ready, then?" His fingers never stopped their caressing, using the slick moisture from Julian's cock as lubricant, he stroked slowly and firmly, enjoying watching the lean body quiver with delight with each stroke. 

Julian nodded, gasping as the hands were swiftly replaced once more with the heat and wetness of Chakotay's mouth. Fingers gently pried at the opening between Julian's legs, and he felt a finger enter him, 
pushing against the walls of his rectum with steady pressure. Gently, steadily the finger moved, plunging in and out of his body as Chakotay's mouth and lips continued to suck and lick his cock, moving in an alternating rhythm. Julian felt the orgasm build within him, and as a second finger entered him, widening and stretching him, he finally felt the release he'd sought for so long. 

Chakotay's fingers plunged into Julian's ass deeply, holding the taut and quivering body tight against him, swallowing the warm and salty fluid as it gushed into his mouth from Julian's cock, the cries of pleasure music to his ears. 

Julian collapsed against his restraints, feeling thoroughly drained. The experience was like nothing he'd ever had before, and it was something he wanted to savor and remember. As the aftershocks from his orgasm died down, he was aware of two things: Chakotay's fingers were still inside of him, and the man was busy untying his ankles with his free hand.

Chakotay finished untying Julian's ankles and scooted upwards, his fingers still deeply buried in his partner's body. He could just reach the ties on Julian's wrists, and made short work of them, freeing them from their restraints quickly. Resting his weight on Julian, he looked down at his partner with a smile, twitching his 
fingers gently inside the man, feeling him quiver in response. Slowly, he lowered his head and captured Julian's lower lip with his mouth, sucking on the lower lip gently, causing Julian to sigh in pleasure. Chakotay lifted his head, his eyes boring down into Julian's, and deliberately moved his fingers within Julian's ass.

"Lube?" Chakotay demanded softly, biting the full and tender lips of his partner while his fingers continued to wiggle and move within the confines of their tight and eager prison.

"Behind the plant, on the table," Julian managed between gasps. Unbelievably he could feel himself growing hard once more under Chakotay's caresses. 

The fingers withdrew from him and Julian bit back a cry of disappointment, feeling their loss keenly for the moment. A chuckle told him his partner had heard his inadvertent cry and the fingers were quickly replaced, this time coated generously in lube.

Chakotay worked two fingers into his partner’s body, moving them in and out of the tight opening, widening the hole and stretching it, preparing it for a substantially larger invasion. His cock twitched in anticipation as he added a third finger, hearing the man groan gutturally in appreciation. He leaned forward, fingers buried 
deeply, moving them slowly in and out.

"You like that?" he demanded softly, watching the play of expressions on the younger man's face. "You want me to fuck you, Julian?"

Julian bit his lip as a fourth finger entered him, nodding frantically. "Please," he whispered, feeling the fingers stretch him and fill him impossibly. The tenderness and gentleness of the invasion was almost more than he could bear.

"Please, what, Julian?" Chakotay enjoyed playing this game, drawing out the final conclusion as long as possible.

"Please, Chakotay." Julian shuddered, his eyes closed, legs spread wide as he gave into his need. "Fuck me."

Spreading lube on his other hand, Chakotay quickly stroked his cock, coating the length of it generously with lubricant. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt the man who lay open and vulnerable beneath 
him. 

Julian felt the fingers withdraw and whimpered, anticipating the penetration, uncertain if Chakotay's entry would be gentle or brutal, uncertain which he truly desired. Lips touched his as he felt Chakotay gather his legs and place one on either shoulder, the tip of his cock gently pressing against his well-prepared opening.  Chakotay's tongue pressed against Julian's lips as Chakotay's free hand found Julian's hardened cock. He stroked it firmly a few times, releasing Julian's lips to kneel upright, his other hand firmly grasping Julian's thighs to hold him in position.

Slowly, Julian felt Chakotay's cock enter him, feeling sharp, pleasurable pain as the walls of his rectum were stretched to accommodate the much wider girth of the cock that now impaled him. He let out the breath he had been holding and gasped with pleasure as Chakotay began to move, thrusting slowly in and out, his movements timed with the strokes his hand made on Julian's cock.

"You like that, Julian?" Chakotay whispered sweetly between thrusts. "You like me fucking your ass?"

"Oh, yes!" Julian sighed. He could feel the pleasure building inexorably once more, and gave himself to the sensation of being thoroughly fucked by this man. 

Chakotay closed his eyes, his head thrown back as he thrust, now with more vigorously, fingers firmly stroking the length of Julian's cock in time with each thrust. The friction and heat of the younger man's 
body working its magic on his senses, and Chakotay felt his pleasure build to an impossible peak. He thrust deeply, feeling Julian's cock stiffen beneath his fingers in response, hearing the younger man's cry of pleasure as he came, the spasms tightening pleasurably on his own cock. Chakotay thrust deeply once more and felt his own pleasure finally overtake him, leaving him shuddering and gasping with its intensity.

Julian reached up, his legs sliding off Chakotay's shoulders as he pulled the other man down onto him, cradling the quivering form until the tremors of his orgasm subsided. His fingers stroked Chakotay's 
hair, idly contemplating the events that had just transpired. He realized now why his relationship with Garak had left him with a bad taste in his mouth. Garak had used him, never caring what Julian's feelings or needs were. It had taken the touch of a virtual stranger to remind Julian how wonderful a relationship between men could be.

"Are you hungry, now?" Julian ventured quietly to the man who was breathing quietly against his chest.

Chakotay nodded, pushing himself up slightly so he could look at Julian, lips curved in a smile. 

"For food, anyway."

< > < > < >

'I don't know how much longer I can hide you, Chakotay," Julian said miserably, rubbing his bottom with one hand. "I haven't been able to sit for two days, and Dax is getting suspicious."

Chakotay grinned at him, pulling his pants up and fastening them. "Are you complaining?"

"Hell no!" Julian quickly said. "I'm concerned, that's all." He cast a look over his shoulder at his buttocks, wincing slightly at the red marks from Chakotay's hand. "I'm glad I don't have to take my clothes off for anyone else, though. I'd never explain these."

Chakotay chuckled, leaning down to kiss Julian's red mouth. "You have the prefect ass for that, you know. I'm surprised no one else has been paddling it."

Julian actually blushed, something he thought he'd not been capable of in years.

"Oh-ho! Someone has been?" Chakotay asked with a playfully lifted brow. 

Julian shook his head, muttering slightly under his breath.

"What was that? I didn't quite catch all that. Something about wanting someone to but..?" Chakotay crossed his arms with a dimpled smile.

"It's never happened," Julian finished, pushing at his lover in mock irritation. "Its just a silly fantasy, that's all." He found his pants finally in the corner of his bedroom and slid them on, wincing slightly as the material made contact with his sore bottom.

Chakotay reached out and grabbed Julian by the waistband of his pants, pulling the younger man unresisting into his arms. Chakotay's hands slid down to cup Julian's tender rear, unable to resist a gentle squeeze. He chuckled at Julian's wince and kissed him again, his lips moving gently against Julian's. 

"Well," he said, finally releasing Julian's mouth. "If you don't want to tell me, that's fine." Giving his lover a final squeeze, he released him and stepped away, reaching for his shirt that lay on the corner of the rumpled bed.

Julian watched the interplay of muscles on Chakotay's back as he pulled on his shirt, admiring the beauty of the dark, smooth skin. 

"I've always had a fantasy about Dax, that's all," Julian finally admitted.

"Oh, I see," Chakotay replied non-committedly, moving from the bedroom into the living area of Julian's quarters. "Anything in particular?"

Julian was aware he was blushing again and was powerless to stop it. Still, he felt the urge to confide in this man, this stranger from another reality who had been his lover these past two weeks. 

"She's very in control, you know," Julian explained, following Chakotay into the living area and taking a seat on the couch, flinching as his buttocks made contact with the hard cushion of the couch.

"Like a dominatrix, maybe?" Chakotay asked with an arched brow, settling himself on the floor and picking up a tricorder. 

Julian nodded. "She likes to order me around, and if I don't behave, she spanks me."

A smile curled the corners of Chakotay's mouth as he lifted the tricorder close for examination. "Is that all?"

Julian bit his lip. "No," he admitted finally. "She likes to see me get fucked by a man. Sometimes she makes me...you know...give her oral sex while some man is fucking me." His face felt incredibly hot.

"That's a pretty good fantasy, Julian." Chakotay's gaze was frank. "Why are you embarrassed about that?"

"Because Jadzia Dax is one of my friends, and she's dating another of my friends." Julian studied his hands nervously.

Chakotay put the tricorder down and gave Julian his full attention.

"And you're attracted to your other friend, too?" he asked gently, putting the scene together in his head.

Julian nodded miserably. "It's never going to happen. I know Worf fairly well, and I don't think he'd ever have sex with a man, let alone allow Jadzia to be with me as well."

Chakotay reached out and touched Julian's shoulder, bringing the younger man's face up so he could look at him.

"Well, there is two things you can do: you can continue to let this be a fantasy only, and not worry about hurting anyone's feelings that way, which is, I admit, probably the safest course to take. Or, you can talk to them, tell them how you feel, take the risk that they might just take you up on your offer." Chakotay's thumb brushed Julian's lower lip gently. "It's up to you."

It felt strange for Julian to be talking about potential partners with a man who was currently his lover. Their situation was unique - both knew that the relationship was only temporary, as only it could be. No matter the outcome, whether Chakotay finally found a way back home, or if he was discovered, there was no way they could form a more permanent relationship.

"Just promise me one thing, Julian." Chakotay's eyes met his and held his gaze. "Don't ever sell yourself short again. You're too good to be in a one-sided relationship. Don't ever let anyone use you like that again."

In the quiet moments after making love, Julian had confided in Chakotay about his previous relationship with Garak, and how abusive it had been. Chakotay had been outraged that anyone would treat him in such a manner, and had been doubly outraged that Garak had turned out to be a Cardassian. It had taken quite a while for Chakotay to calm down, and get over his revulsion at the thought of a Cardassian using Julian in such a manner, and that Julian was a willing party to it. 

Julian nodded at Chakotay. It was a promise he intended to keep.

< > < > < >

Julian groaned, arching his back in pleasure as Chakotay's well-lubed fingers entered his body, pushing iin deeply while Chakotay's other hand reached between his legs and fondled Julian's cock. Julian bowed his head, resting his forehead on his arms as he felt Chakotay move behind him, the tip of his cock pressing against his anus, preparing for entry.

::Voyager to Chakotay. Commander, are you there?::

Chakotay's combadge, forgotten weeks ago on the bedside table, came to life.

"Aww...fuck!" 

With a heavy sigh, Chakotay reached over Julian's back to the table and grasped the combadge in his hand. He tapped it in response.

"Chakotay, here. Its g-OOD to hear from you," he gritted his teeth as Julian backed up and sat down on Chakotay's cock, impaling himself on its length. 

::We're relieved you're all right and we found you. Seven was able to track your quantum signature through the time orb and get a signal to your combadge::

"Hooray for Borg ingenuity," Chakotay managed, closing his eyes as Julian moved up and down on his cock, sliding it slowly in and out of his body with apparent satisfaction.

"Can you get me back to Voyager?"

Chakotay's question stopped the movement from his partner. Julian sat quietly, feeling Chakotay's cock pulse warmly inside him, his heart anxious. Chakotay had been here nearly a month, and despite knowing that there was no future in it, Julian's heart hadn't listened, and had fallen in love with the darkly handsome man.

::We're working on it as we speak. Seven and Harry estimate we'll be able to try in about 30 minutes::

"I'll be ready," Chakotay replied.

::We'll contact you before we make the attempt. Janeway out.::

Chakotay sighed, leaning his head forward to rest against Julian's back.

"Well, we've got a half an hour, at least," Julian offered quietly, his heart quietly breaking.

Chakotay heard more in Julian's voice than what was said, and placed a tender kiss on the back of Julian's neck.

"Then let's make the most of it," he replied softly. 

Wrapping an arm firmly around Julian's waist, he rolled them both to their sides, his cock still buried deeply within Julian's body. Slowly he began to move, his hands grasping Julian's cock as he thrust, pushing against the tight bottom that curved against his groin. He gently bit at Julian's neck and shoulders, his fingers finding the tiny nipples on the almost hairless chest and teasing them, pinching them until they stood erect and Julian was gasping with pleasure. 

He made love to Julian with lips and tongue, with fingers and cock, until Julian was a quivering mass of pleasure, ready to explode at the slightest touch. Thrusting his cock deeply into his partner, he felt his own pleasure reach the edge and with a well practiced coordination of strokes and thrusts, brought them both to their peak of pleasure, gasping and crying out with the intensity of it, before collapsing in a heap of sweating muscles and semen.

Nothing was said as they silently dressed, stopping between articles of clothing to kiss, tongues mating passionately, desperately, each wishing to prolong the memory of the moment. Finally dressed, 
Chakotay simply held Julian, his lips resting against the warmth of Julian's neck.

::Voyager to Chakotay. We're ready::

"Acknowledged, standing by." Chakotay quickly kissed Julian and stepped away.

"Will you ask them? After I'm gone?" Chakotay asked quietly, a small smile curving his generous mouth.

Julian nodded. "I will." He bit his lip and swallowed. "Be happy, Chakotay."

Chakotay nodded, feeling the transporter take hold. As the edges of his vision began to turn white and sparkly, he thought he heard Julian speak.

"I'll never forget you."

< > < > <>

Chakotay handed Captain Janeway the PADD containing his report on that had happened on the planet's surface and what had transpired after the time orb had thrown him across space and reality.

"If it hadn't been for Dr. Bashir, it sounds like you might have been in a bit of trouble," Janeway said, scanning through the report. Chakotay had already told her the basic facts, carefully omitting details about his personal relationship with the doctor.

"How about you, how are you faring? You seem more, relaxed, happy somehow." Janeway scrutinized him for a long moment, before she smiled. "Well, whatever it is, keep it up. It's been good for you." She placed the PADD down on her table and looked up at him. "You're off duty for two days. Dismissed."

Chakotay nodded with a smile and turned on his heel, exiting her ready room. As he crossed the bridge, his gaze wandered to the helm and rested briefly on the handsome blonde man carefully piloting the ship. His lips curved into a smile as he stepped into the turbo lift, his thoughts on taking the good captain's advice to heart.

The End