From ascem@earthlink.net Wed Nov 05 19:21:04 1997 Path: news2.ispnews.com!news1.ispnews.com!nntp.flash.net!news.maxwell.syr.edu!news-peer.sprintlink.net!news-sea-19.sprintlink.net!news-in-west.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!Sprint!206.250.118.17!nntp.earthlink.net!ascem From: ascem@earthlink.net (ASCEM) Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated Subject: Missing Scenes from Death Wish (VOY, C/P, NC-17, 1/1) Date: Wed, 05 Nov 1997 19:21:04 -0800 Organization: Better Living Thru TrekSmut Lines: 369 Approved: ascem@earthlink.net Message-ID: Reply-To: Wellington Library NNTP-Posting-Host: 207.217.152.118 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-Newsreader: Yet Another NewsWatcher 2.4.0 Xref: news2.ispnews.com alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated:1396 Subject: Missing Scenes from Death Wish (VOY, C/P, NC-17, 1/1) Date: Thu, 6 Nov 1997 13:12:35 +1100 From: Wellington Library To: cpsg@world.std.com CC: mtsapper@wam.umd.edu, ascem@earthlink.net Title: Death Wish Missing Scenes 1/1 Author: Joanne Collins (library5@well-com.net.au) Series: VOY Rating: [NC-17] Romance code: C/P Disclaimer. Everything that you recognise belongs to Paramount, 'cause they just won't let me have Tom or Chakotay. The song, Old Time Rock And Roll is sung by Bob Seger (and not, in this story, by any of the characters, just for a change ). *************************************************************************** SUMMARY: Where Tom and Chakotay went during the time that Quinn "accidentally" got rid of all the men on Voyager. *************************************************************************** Okay, this is what happens when I read some old email talking about how wonderful Chak would look doing a Risky Business style strip tease for Tom, Man Power is on television and I'm trying to think of an appropriately Q-ish thing to do to the boys in a Missing Scenes story after finding an interesting C/P moment. You have been warned, this gets rather silly in parts. Oh, and just because we didn't see the female Q until The Q And The Grey in *canon* doesn't mean that she can't appear in this story. Slightly more light-hearted in tone than the ep. Second warning: Slash, m/m, NC-17. You know what that means, you don't like it, or you're under 18, bye now. Archiving: ASC Archive, R'Rain's Slash Archive. Lists: BLTS, CPSG. No downloading or printing for other than personal use, and no other distribution without my express permission. This does *not* include passing the story on to like-minded friends, however. This is for Carla, who wickedly suggested this first. *************************************************************************** DEATH WISH: MISSING SCENES (VOY, C/P, NC-17, 1/1) By Joanne Collins "Q?" Tom asked in astonishment. He'd heard all about the trouble the omnipotent being had caused aboard the Starship Enterprise, and had smiled once or twice at some of the more outrageous things that he'd heard of the being doing to Jean-Luc Picard, someone he'd known slightly through his father "Yes, Q," Commander Chakotay said, looking with irritation at the pilot. Paris had been acting strangely for the past two weeks, and he swore that the younger man was trying to get to him *again*. "We'd better handle this with kid gloves then, Commander. There's a chance that Q might be able to..." "Send us back? You don't sound particularly enthused by that possibility, Lieutenant." Tom looked at the lift wall in silence for a moment, not knowing how to respond to that. Part of him wanted to get home, but part of him didn't want to *think* of the possibility of going back to prison. Or of Chakotay being sent to prison either, a voice whispered in the back of his mind. "I wouldn't imagine you would be, either, Commander. There's a damned good chance that both of us will end up somewhere we don't want to be if that happens." That was when everything changed. One moment, Tom was standing in the turbolift, wondering about the possibility of getting home to the Alpha Quadrant, and the next minute, literally, he was sitting at a table in what looked like a twentieth-century nightclub, wearing civilian clothes, and sipping a beer. "Not a bad place," thought Tom, approvingly, wondering what was going on. He started to get up, intending to see where he was, when he heard a feminine voice say, "No, not yet." "Where am I?" he asked. "The Q on your ship has transported you and your companion here for your...pleasure. He has agreed to perform for you, in order for you both to be returned safely to your ship." "Perform how?" Tom asked, wondering what in the galaxy was going on. "You will see," the voice replied. The room began to darken, and Tom sipped again at his drink, noticing without surprise that it refilled without being touched. "Whatever the Q have in store for me...and Chakotay, I can handle it. I just hope he can," Tom said to himself. "I'm sure neither of you will have *any* problem handling...things," the voice said again, "Now, let the...entertainment begin." Tom watched the stage, noticing that the darkness was increasing, then that a single spotlight focused on the stage when the room darkened completely. It moved, as if searching for something, then it revealed a figure on the stage, dressed from head to toe in black. It was Chakotay, although Tom couldn't see the other man's eyes, as they were covered by some kind of plastic lenses that were so dark, he couldn't see through them, and wondered how the man wearing them could, but the short cropped hair and tattoo, not to mention the strong body, were unmistakable. Oh. My. "This isn't happening," Tom thought. "This is *not* happening." "Yes it is," said the voice. "Sit back and enjoy, Lieutenant. After all, this *is* what you have dreamed of for a long time, isn't it?" "But now is *not* the time. Captain Janeway...." "Isn't here. She's too busy trying to cope with the disappearance of all the men on Voyager." Tom wondered where the others were, but when he took another look at Chakotay, standing there motionless, wearing skin-tight jeans, a white shirt and a denim jacket, his thought processes short-circuited, and he decided to do what the voice had said, and "sit back and enjoy," which was exactly what he most wanted to do. "Chakotay," Tom called, "Are you sure you want to do whatever it is that you're supposed to do?" "Lieutenant-Tom. If *this* is all I have to do to get us out of here, it's a small price," the Commander replied. "All right," Tom said, wondering what kind of "performance" Chakotay was expected to put on to get them out of here. Then loud music started playing, and Chakotay started moving his hips in time to it. Oh. My. The man could *move*. Then the singer began: Just take those old records off the shelf I sit and listen to them by myself Today's music ain't got the same soul I like that old time a-rock 'n' roll Chakotay began to undo the buttons of his jacket, teasingly, opening, then closing, then opening and closing a button before opening it and leaving it open, then continuing with the next one. Tom couldn't take his eyes off the stage, he was mesmerised by Chakotay's hypnotic movements. Don't try to take me to a disco You never even get me out on the floor In ten minutes I'll be late for the door I like that old time a-rock 'n' roll Button by button, the jacket was slowly, seductively removed. Tom was unsurprised to notice that he was growing hard. He'd have been more surprised if he *weren't* having this reaction to Chakotay. He had had this particular reaction to Chakotay more often than he'd ever want to admit to the Commander, or to himself. Still like that old time a-(( rock 'n' roll )) That kind of music just (( soothes my soul )) I reminisce about the (( days of old )) With that old time a-(( rock 'n' roll )), hey! The jacket was thrown towards Tom, who reflexively put up a hand to try to catch it, but Chakotay hadn't thrown it hard enough, and it landed several yards in front of Tom, who was too distracted by Chakotay to notice exactly where it landed. Won't go to hear them play a tango I better hear some blues or funky old soul There's only one sure way to get me to go Start playing old time a-rock 'n' roll Chakotay began slowly pulling the shirt out of the jeans, each movement more seductive than the last, looking at Tom so intently that the lieutenant was surprised that the glasses the commander was wearing didn't melt under that gaze, which he could *feel* through the dark lenses. Call me a red, call me what you will Say I'm old fashion, say I'm over the hill Today's music ain't got the same soul I like that old time a-rock 'n' roll The buttons on the shirt received the same treatment as the buttons on the jacket, and Tom felt like he was about to explode with need, when the older man leaped down from the stage, moving intently toward him. Tom didn't know what the older man intended, but he definitely *wasn't* expecting Chakotay to continue with the dance, this time right in front of his shocked and aroused gaze. Still like that old time a-(( rock 'n' roll )) That kind of music just (( soothes my soul )) I reminisce about the (( days of old )) With that old time a-(( rock 'n' roll )), oh! Chakotay continued teasing the buttons of the shirt open, giving Tom tantalising glimpses of his naked, bronzed chest as the opening of the shirt descended lower with every movement of Chakotay's body. Still like that old time a-(( rock 'n' roll )) That kind of music just (( soothes my soul )) I reminisce about the (( days of old )) With that old time a-(( rock 'n' roll )) Soon the shirt was completely open, but Chakotay didn't remove it, instead turning to the button fly of the jeans, not teasing so much with these buttons, perhaps because his obvious arousal made it difficult enough to deal with the buttons while moving. Still like that old time a-(( rock 'n' roll )) That kind of music just (( soothes my soul )) I reminisce about the (( days of old )) With that old time a-(( rock 'n' roll )), hey! Chakotay kicked the jeans off, made easier by the fact that he wasn't wearing shoes, and continued the erotic movements of his body, moving ever closer to Tom, closer and closer, then closing one bronzed hand over Tom's wrist, pulling him to him. Tom moved with Chakotay, still wondering if this was really happening, or if he was just in the middle of a *very* vivid fantasy. But a fantasy wouldn't feel this good under his hands, and a fantasy wouldn't pull him into alignment with his hips, so he could feel the hardness of the other man's arousal. Still like that old time a-(( rock 'n' roll )) That kind of music just (( soothes my soul )) I reminisce about the (( days of old )) With that old time a-(( rock 'n' roll )) The music built to a crescendo, and Chakotay removed the shirt and glasses, the last barriers of clothing, then pulled Tom more tightly toward him, covering the pilot's lips with his own. Still like that old time a-(( rock 'n' roll )) The music finished, and the only sound in the room was the harsh breathing of both men. Chakotay brought Tom closer to him, pulled the younger man's head down, and claimed his lips in a kiss that Tom would swear had created a supernova. Chakotay deepened the kiss, nibbling lightly on Tom's lips, gently parting them, sliding his tongue inside Tom's mouth. Tom pulled back from the kiss, and moved a hand through Chakotay's short-cropped hair, removing the glasses and almost recoiling from the look of utter need in Chakotay's eyes. The bigger man chuckled, quietly. "Yes?" He asked, with a slight hint of a question. "Oh, yes," Tom said, and moved in for another kiss. Chakotay gently removed Tom's shirt, and began to move through the dusting of red-gold curls, searching for and finding Tom's nipples, moving down to take one into his mouth, loving the sounds Tom was making. He kept the assault up, replacing his tongue with his fingers as his mouth explored Tom's muscular stomach, stopping to dip his tongue into Tom's navel indentation, then moving lower, taking Tom's hard arousal into his mouth. Tom gasped at the first touch of that tongue on him, moving his hips in silent plea, Chakotay answering that plea by sucking harder, tongue playing over the hardness of his lover, and Tom was unable to rein in the orgasm that seized his body, jerking his hips forward, and exploding in Chakotay's mouth. Chakotay moved back, catching Tom as his legs gave out under him, lowering him to the floor, which had, he noticed, miraculously sprouted cushions. He didn't quibble with the idea, though, and pulled Tom down next to him. "Chakotay....I....that was...." "It was, Tom." "I...can I...touch you?" Chakotay smiled, and leaned in for another kiss. "Please..." he said, offering himself to his lover. Tom kissed the older man everywhere he could reach, biting gently when he got the urge, and it wasn't in *too* sensitive an area. One hand stayed in Chakotay's hair, stroking it gently, and the other found the older man's straining erection, stroking it firmly, and deliberately, while he kissed the older man's lips again, catching the gasps and moans the older man was unable to hold back. Chakotay cried out when Tom's clever fingers did *something* that he wasn't sure was possible, and came, hard, in Tom's hand. "Wow," Tom said, "That sounded and looked amazing!" "It felt pretty amazing, Tom. You're wonderful." "So are you." The new lovers shared another warm kiss, only to be interrupted. "Look," said a tall, dark-haired man, "I'm sure you boys have a lot to talk about, but I have to get you back to where you're supposed to be." "Q?" Tom asked, still lost in sensual bliss. Chakotay blushed, and moved to pull the clothing he'd been wearing over his and Tom's nakedness. "Oh, please," Q said, and snapped his fingers. The two officers were back in uniform. "Now, it's time to get you back where you belong." "Not yet," came the voice Tom and Chakotay had heard before. "Dearest, please. You know that they have to get back to the ship." "After they declare their undying love and passion. And show it a couple more times," added the voice. "Not yet, dearest. You know what has to happen first." "Couldn't we just ignore that?" "Not at this point. The undying love will have to wait a bit, I'm afraid." "Oh, all right," said the voice, obviously pouting. "Q, what the hell is going on?" asked Tom. "I'm getting you back to the ship. Do you want to forget what happened here?" Tom looked at Chakotay, and with real regret, said to Q, "I think it would be best, even though it's not what I want. You know, don't you, what's going on?" "Yes. And although I could say that it doesn't amount to a hill of beans, to quote one of those movies you're always going on about, I don't think you'd believe me, somehow." "No, I don't suppose I would," Tom said, regretfully. "Don't worry, Tom. I'm sure that things will work out for you and the Commander. In fact, if I have anything to say about it, which, as an omnipotent being, I do, things *will* work out." "I wish I could believe you, Q. But I know how he'll react when he finds out." "He'll be angry at first, but I think he'll get over it. Now," and Q snapped his fingers again. A moment later, all the men reappeared on Voyager, and no one thought to ask how the First Officer and Chief Pilot just happened to materialise next to each other in the confusion over how to approach Quinn's dilemma. THE END *************************************************************************** I even managed to make it fit into canon!