Damnit, I fell for it again. But "Another Time... another Place..." started out so well. Not that I read much Chakotay/Paris slash, because that fandom is one crazy bitch and usually more leather-daddy-heavy than Mulder/Skinner on its worst day. Chakotay is portrayed almost regularly as the domineering alpha male with a chip on his shoulder, for whom it is totally in character to "discipline" his boy toy, err, sorry, Tom Paris, his sensitive, misunderstood, effeminate uke lover. Blech. Argh.

Excuse me for a moment while my stomach contents and the rest of me part ways.

Thank you.

Anyway, I thought the story was interesting with the way it was transporting the USS Voyager's crew into the 20th/21st century. Mostly as cops. Chakotay and Paris, newly assigned as partners, try to overcome the rumors and consequences of Paris' last case in another city during which he lost his former partner and lover in a bust gone sour. The only complaint I had was that Chakotay and Paris were getting along too well too soon after their inauspicious beginning. But that remained my only complaint for the majority of the story.

Until the last chapter rolled around and we got to the sex.

Let me recap - up until now, Chakotay had been exclusively heterosexual and, despite his affection for Tom, was uncertain whether or not he could overcome his sexual preference in order to, for the first time, make love with a man. Tom Paris had recently lost his lover of several years in a nightmare that included him being brutally gang-raped, then hospitalized with more than 40 stitches to his rectum. Since then, he had been celibate.

So, of course, their first sex ever as a couple includes full penetration with Tom on the bottom. Sex toys. D/s games.

Quote:

"If we're gonna do this, we'll do it properly. Lie down on the bed and do it, Tom. Let me see you get that man-pussy ready for me."

Tom's blush deepened but a wave of heat flooded through his groin. "You want me to give you a show?" he asked, half in embarrassed disbelief, half turned-on by the idea.

"Oh yeah,"Chakotay agreed. "I want you to lie down on that bed, spread your knees and show me what you've got to offer."

(...)

Tom groaned and reluctantly released his cock only to squeal with surprise as his fingers were replaced by Chakotay's. He arched into the contact, only to yelp and open his eyes in disbelief as he felt the unmistakable pressure of a cage being looped and tightened around his cock and balls. "What the hell?"

Chakotay smirked. "I was an Indian scout," he sniggered. "Think I didn't do my research before setting foot in unfamiliar territory?"

"You're a closet sadist," Tom protested, as his cock strained against the cage.

"But isn't the whole point of this to get me out of the closet?" Chakotay asked sweetly.

"Oh, God," Tom groaned. "I've created a monster."

Chakotay squeezed the significant bulk distending his pants. "Gotta agree with you there," he smirked. "It's definitely growing."

Tom squirmed on the bed, unconsciously raising his hips in response to the promise in Chakotay's voice.

"Now let me see you get that pussy ready for me," Chakotay husked.

Tom blushed furiously and bit his lower lip, but he snaked his right hand down past the restrictive cage and teased at the puckered skin that concealed his hole.

Chakotay's breathing deepened as Tom's forefinger slipped into the tight flesh and delved inside.

"That's it," he encouraged. "Get it nice and wet. Open it up for me, Tom. Oh yeah. That's good. Nice and slow. Tell me how good that feels."

(...)

"Just push in."

"I don't want to hurt you."

"You aren't hurting me, Chief. Just push."

"I can't…I…you're too tight…"

"Just fucking DO IT!"

"Oh FUCK…so fucking GOOD. Shit, Tom. You're like a fucking furnace. That's…oh shit, that's so good."

"It's better if you move," Tom hinted, bucking his hips upwards in encouragement.

"Spirits," Chakotay groaned, as he began to move in and out of Tom's heat.

"Harder, Chief. I'm not a girl. I won't break. Give it to me, make me howl. Just let go and fuck me."

For a moment Chakotay hesitated, his eyes worried as they met Tom's, but whatever he saw in Tom's face seemed to reassure him because he started to throw his weight into every thrust of his cock, his face screwing up in pleasure as he plunged harder and deeper.

"Oh, yeah," Tom encouraged, reaching between them to unsnap the cage off his cock. Then he began to palm himself in rhythm with Chakotay's thrusts, his slick hand gliding over his hot flesh with in tandem with each stroke. "Oh, shit. I'm gonna come," he warned breathlessly.

"Come for me," Chakotay growled, so confidently that Tom could scarcely believe it was the first time he'd uttered the phrase. "Come for *me*, Tom."

Between the pressure in his groin, the pounding in his ass, and the deep demanding growl, Tom lost it. He arched his back and cried out, his semen spurting between their chests, his ass clenching down on Chakotay's cock.

"Oh FUCK," Chakotay roared, as he was squeezed in a vice of Tom's flesh, and he came with a howl of triumph, then rolled on his side before collapsing so he wouldn't crush Tom beneath him.

End quote.

Oh, and for your information? The plot element of this story - a murderess killing for hire with Tom in her sights - is never resolved. Well, all is well that ends in tasteless sex well.

During the extremely bad sex scene, I had an inkling I'd encountered that writing (and therefore that author) before, and what do you know? I was right.

mort is also the author of "Freefalling", which is undoubtedly the worst and disgusting Paris!Whump story ever. Tom is captured by aliens and experimented upon - experiments that include repeated graphic rape.

Yuck, yuck, yuck. I need to start a blacklist of authors somewhere.

:::drinks more tea to wash out the taste in her mouth:::