Title: The Kissing Bandit

Author: Angelee

Fandom: Star Trek Voyager

Pairing: Chakotay/Tom Paris

Rating: Adult

Disclaimer: Disclaimed

Summary: Sometimes to get what you want you have to be a little sneaky.

Note: This had been for Kira’s Zodiac Cancer Challenge (#1 Sneaky challenge) It’s been through some changes since then.

Beta: By my sister Anna. All final errors are mine-with apologies.

Feedback address: Angelee79912@yahoo.com

The Kissing Bandit

Tom watched thoughtfully as Chakotay left the mess hall. The Commander was lonely. Tom had heard him tell the Captain that. He shouldn’t have been listening, but he couldn’t help it. Not when the Commander was concerned.

It’s to bad that the whole New Earth incident had not worked out between Captain Janeway and Chakotay. The only thing it seemed to have done was to make the Commander yearn for things he didn’t have, but desperately wanted.

Chakotay wanted to settle down. Have a home and family to come home to at night.

Tom chewed on his thumb nervously. He could be that to Chakotay. Truly he could. It was what he wanted for his own life too. But the problem was that Chakotay hated his guts something fierce.

There was just no way in hell he could go up to Chakotay and tell him. “Hey, I’ll marry you, be your everything. I’ll even consider carrying your children, if you would but only love me.”

Chakotay would laugh so hard he’d burst a blood vessel before stringing Tom up by his balls and leave him hanging there all the way back to the Alpha Quadrant.

There had to be a way to get the Commander to see that Tom was lovable and worthy of love. There just had to be.

Maybe even a sneaky way. Where Tom would have a chance to make the Commander fall in love with him before he had a chance to turn him into a pile of bloody pilot mush. He really didn’t want that if he could help it.

Tom’s blue eyes became thoughtful. There had to be a way. There just had too. After all he was smart, clever. He’d survived prison. He’d survived life in the Paris household. Surely he could make one extremely handsome Commander fall in love with him.

Tom thought about it. How about flowers? Naw, that won’t work. How about candy? The Commander loved candy. No that won’t work either. He’d just get the candy smashed into his face. Now that would be embarrassing.

It’d have to be something anonymous. Allowing him to get close to the Commander without getting himself killed most violently in the process.

Suddenly Tom’s eyes lit up. He had it. He knew watching twentieth century vids would come in handy one day.

It was perfect. It would be anonymous enough to where if Chakotay hit him or rejected him no one would know about it. Including the Commander. The only thing that would hopefully be hurt would be Tom’s pride. It was perfect.

Did he have enough credits? Yup, but only just. It would leave him at the mercy of Neelix’s questionable cooking skills for awhile. But this was worth it.

Tom got up quietly. No one noticing or caring as Voyager’s chief pilot left with a determine look in his eye and an unusual spring in his step.

***

Chakotay looked out at the stars as they whizzed by. This time was his. Late at night. Alone with only his thoughts to keep him company. Wishing it were otherwise. His sighed sadly. So deeply in thought he didn’t notice when the door to the Observation Lounge softly snickered open.

A gentle touch to his shoulder startled him out of several year of life. “What the hell? Who are you? What do you want?”

The figure before him was dressed totally in black. The head covered in some sort of mask. Chakotay’s first thoughts were that it must be really hot under it. The only visible sight on the whole figure was the mouth. Everything else was totally obscured.

Yet Chakotay wasn’t afraid. He could of course defend himself if the need arose. He sensed that no harm was meant. The touch on his shoulder was oddly warm and comforting.

“What do you want?” He asked again.

The figure remained silent. Offering instead a long stemmed red rose.

“For me?”

A nod.

“Why?” Chakotay asked. Taking it. Smelling deeply the rich heady fragrance.

Silence.

“It’s very nice. Thank-you. But won’t you tell me who you are?”

A negative shake of the hooded head.

“Why?” Chakotay asked again.

The figure moved close. Before Chakotay knew how to respond he was taken into strong arms and kissed.

He didn’t know what to do. Push the figure away or respond. The lips were warm, knowing as a tongue worked insistently at opening his mouth. Chakotay slowly complied. Allowing the warm, wet intruder entry, sucking it gently into his mouth.

The figure gave a sound of assent. For a long time their tongues played together, almost happily. The dark figure pushed Chakotay gently up against the nearest wall deepening the kiss. Moving closer allowing him to feel the long, hard length of arousal.

A man. It was a man kissing him and he found Chakotay arousing. Which was nice. Very, very nice, indeed.

Just as Chakotay’s arms were coming up he was gently pushed way. The doors to the Observation Lounge swished open and the figure was gone. Leaving behind a hoarsely panting Commander.

In the hallway Tom removed the mask. Oh-but this was going to be painfully. Tom thought to himself, cupping his sensitive groin.

Goddess, the Commander was hot. And once he got going he lit up like a bonfire. He didn’t even seem to be afraid of him. But then why should he? Chakotay could hit him hard enough to send him two decks below this one with one punch.

Tom smiles happily. But he didn’t. The Commander had kissed him back. And oh-lordy could he kiss.

The next night found Chakotay pinned to the Observation Lounge wall having his mouth ravished.

That wasn’t to say he wasn’t responding, because he most certainly was. Just as hungrily. Chakotay and the black-clad figure fed off of each other desperately, almost violently.

The Commander trying everything he could think of to get the figure to moan or make some small sound, giving a clue as to who he was.

No good. It did no good. Just when things were staring to get interesting the figure pulled away with a silent sound of regret.

The door swished close as the Commander slowly slid to the floor, completely and totally dazed. Blinking the haze from his eyes he looked at tonight’s gift carefully held in his hand. This time a single perfect white rose.

Tom removed the hood wiping his face with it. “Ow! Ow! Ow! This is really getting to be really painful. And damn it’s fucking hot in this stupid mask. I hate my life,” He murmured softly as he limped slowly toward his cabin.

***

That’s how it was for many nights. His Kissing Bandit. That was what Chakotay had named him. Always coming to him late at night. Always with a small gift.

Always offering kisses and gentle touches. Pinning a willing Chakotay against a wall, against a window. Against any available surface.

Each night that passed their touches grew more and more intimate. Hands cupping warmly rounded buttocks. Caresses down a tight, flat abdomen. Going lower each and every day. As yet never making contact with the part Chakotay needed touched the most. He ached with the need for it.

Only last night his Bandit offered a box of chocolate candy and a bottle of wine. Sharing both with lips, mouth and tongue. Straddling Chakotay as the Commander sat on one of the lounge chairs. Undulating slowly, so slowly against him. Allowing him to feel how much he was wanted.

Chakotay had never been seduced with such enthusiasm before. He could still taste the sweet chocolate as it was offered from between warm lips. Cold wine delicately dripped from his Bandit’s mouth to his. Kisses offered and shared like the finest of meals.

It was one of the sexiest things anyone had ever done to him. By the time his Bandit had left Chakotay was a mass of screaming nerve-ending begging for release.

A release not granted when his hands had gotten to close to the mask. No matter how badly he wanted to know who his Bandit was, he would not have taken the mask off. Chakotay only wanted to angle his head back to allow for deeper, more passionate kissing.

His words of denial were not accepted and with a final passionate kiss his Bandit was gone. Even if it didn’t progress further than the kissing, Chakotay was truly enjoying himself. The kisses were good. Yet the arousal and need built with each and every passing day. Arousal he refused to take care of by himself. It was for his Bandit if and when he decided to take it to the next level.

Chakotay had been worried that he wouldn’t come to him this night. Thinking perhaps he had done something unforgivable the night before by touching the mask.

He need not have worried. The black-clad figure had come to him, as he had for the past two weeks.

“Hmm, good. Tell me who you are?” Chakotay pleaded as warm moist lips feasted delicately on his neck. A small negative shake. “But why?”

He felt a hand go between their two bodies to gently cup him. Chakotay arched into it with a surprised gasp. “Ah.”

It would seem that tonight they were moving on. The hand, warm and knowledgeable as it stroked him through his uniform pants.

He sought the willing lips with his own sucking on his Bandit’s tongue hungrily. Moving ever so slightly into the hand giving him such sweet, tormenting pleasure.

He’d wait so patiently for a deeper touch that once it was given it didn’t take long. His hoarse moan filled the lounge. Watching as his loving Bandit lifted his hand smelling deeply Chakotay’s scent as he made his way to the door.

Chakotay felt his arousal renew itself as a tongue gently lapped at fingers that had only moments before given him such pleasure. The door closed. Leaving his in darkness. Leaving him alone.

“Oh, man,” Tom whispered to himself just outside the door. “I many never wash my hand again. But if I don’t get some of what Cha just got I’m going to go stark-fucking mad. Mad I tell you. Stark-fucking mad. Ice packs and cold showers be damned. I want to come and I want to do it soon,” he groused unhappily.

Suddenly he perked up. “Wow. Cha sure has a nice little package hidden under that uniform. Very nice. Well actually that’s not true. It’s not so little. Hmm, not little at all.” It was a lot happier Tom that entered the lift. Blue eyes twinkling. “Yep, tomorrow I get me some. Tomorrow I get me some Commander bootie,” he promised himself as the lift doors closed.

The next night found Chakotay in the dominate position. Kissing his Bandit as if his life depended on it. Thrusting hard into a taunt belly.

Only after swearing on the life of his spirit guide that he would not take the mask off was he allowed to bear his Bandit to the floor of the lounge.

Hands on his butt encouraged him to thrust and thrust as hard as he liked. Ah, sweetness. Such heaven. Hardness against hardness. Truth be told it was through clothing. His Bandit had not allowed their removal. Yet as they sought each other for hungry biting kisses it didn’t matter. It felt to good to matter.

His Bandit lifted his head slightly seeking him out for more kisses desperately. An undistinguishable sound coming from deep within his chest. Legs wrapped tightly around Chakotay’s body arching as he sought release.

Suddenly the mask moved causing Chakotay to falter. A small mewling plea from his bandit forced him to resume. Chakotay pulled the man tightly to him as they continued to seek release. Lips clinging hungrily to one another as their lust spread between their two tightly bound bodies.

Chakotay rested his head against that of his love, panting weakly. Moment later he was forced to release the man he held close.

Slowly, reluctantly he let go.

Again the sounds of an opening door. A sound he was beginning to hate with all his heart. His Bandit…his love was gone.

***

The next night found Chakotay quietly watching the stars as they whizzed by when his Bandit came in.

Arms went around him.

“Do you know what I want most in my life? Not a career in Star Fleet. Not all the credits in this Quadrant or any other. Do you know what I want in my heart of hearts?” He whispered. Holding the arms with his own. “I want someone to love and love me back.”

“I thought I’d never have love. Never be offered love,” he told the quietly listening man. “Least of all by you, Tom.”

The figure frozen. Tried to pull away. It was not allowed as Chakotay held him still.

“H…how did you know it was me?” Tom asked, burying his head against the Commander’s broad back.

“I wasn’t, not really. Not until right now that you admitted it. But last night the mask moved and I got a glimpse of your beautiful white skin. No one on Voyager has skin as pure or as white as yours. I should know, I see it often enough from where I sit on the bridge. I guess that was why you dressed the way you did when you came to me and wouldn’t let me take your clothing off when we were getting more intimate. Voyager is after all a small ship.”

“Do you hate me?” Tom asked in a small voice.

“Is that what you want?”

“No.”

“What do you want then?” Chakotay asked initiating a gentle rocking motion.

“I want what you want. A home. A family. Love. And I want it with you.”

“Why? Why me?”

Tom moved into the rocking motion. Happy at least that Chakotay hadn’t killed him. At least not yet. “You’re loving, caring, sensitive. You could love me the way that I want to be loved. Not to mention extremely handsome and sexy as all get out. I want you and have for along time.”

“Really?”

Tom took his life into his hands and laid a gentle kiss against Chakotay’s neck. “Yup. Then I heard you talking to the Captain and knew I had to do something. I wanted you for me. But I knew you hated me. So I acted the fool to win your love.”

Chakotay arched his head sideways giving Tom better access. Smiling when the pilot sighed happily against his skin. “No, Tom. Not the fool. Not by a long stretch of the imagination. I never hated you. We disagreed a lot. We fought even more. But I never hated you,” Tom mumbled something against his neck. “What?”

“Nothing. Just some fantasy wishing on my part.” Tom said sadly.

“Tom, what do you want? Truthfully?”

“I told you before. I want a home, a family and love. Something I’ve never truly had. And I want it with you.”

“I had to be sure,” Chakotay said, freeing one of his hands to reached into his pocket.

“What is it?” Tom asked curiously, looking over the Commander’s shoulder. “Oh! For me?” He asked wistfully.

“For no other. You will of course have to retire the mask. I don’t want you using it on anyone else.”

“Okay.”

“Good. Then Tom Paris will you marry me?” Chakotay asked. Offering the little box where a gold ring lay sparkling in the starlight coming from the windows.

“Yes. Oh, yes. I’ll marry you. And I’ll even consider carrying your children if you would but only love me,” Tom whispered, reverently taking it.

Chakotay tugged Tom over to face him. “Take off the mask.”

Tom reached up unsteadily and pulled the mask off. He gave Chakotay a brilliant smile.

“Hi,” he said shyly.

Chakotay returned the smile. “Hello, love.” Chakotay opened his arms wide. “Come here, Tom.”

Tom didn’t need to be told twice. “Do you?”

Chakotay kissed the blond hair revealed for the first time since Tom had come to him as his Bandit. “Do I what?”

“Love?” Tom asked. “Do you love me?”

“With all my heart.”

Tom look at Chakotay as a thought occurred to him. “What would you have done if I had come to you directly without the disguise? Would you have kicked my butt?”

“No, love. I would have taken you to Captain Janeway to marry us so fast it would have made you dizzy,” Chakotay told him, lifting Tom’s shirt off and tossing it away.

“That’s all it would have taken?” Tom asked, helping as Chakotay began undressing him.

“Yes.”

“A feel like such an idiot.”

“You were acting like a man in love and willing to do anything to prove it. You had more courage than I. I was afraid to approach you in case you denied me. You were brave, my love. Very, very brave,” Chakotay said, taking the mask Tom had yet to release. “And you made a very cute Kissing Bandit I must say.”

“Really?”

Chakotay tossed the mask over his shoulder. “Yes, but you don’t need this anymore. Let me show you what this man in love does. Face to face. Body to body,” Chakotay told him. Giving Tom the hugest dimpled smile the pilot had ever seen.

“Oh, God,” Tom said shakily. “I love you, Cha.”

“I love you too, Tom. Come here,” Chakotay told him seductively. “It’s my turn to prove it.”