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Rating: N/C17 for graphic sex.

Addiction

I shiver as Tom breathes gently into the side of my neck. It's that time again, time when the addiction has to be fed, when desire has to be satisfied. I feel Tom's hand settle lightly on my shoulder as he waits, waits for my next move as he always does. Ever compliant, never complaining, gods, why? I ask myself, why does he let me?

I fumble with the zip of his pants, ever aware that at any given moment one of the planets dignitaries could call me. It can't be helped, the fire is burning and pain racks my body, I need Tom.

I push his trousers down over his hips and tug mercilessly at his cock. I need to feel the sensation of it growing in my hand. It helps, it helps dull the ache listening to his quiet moans. He knows he has to be quiet, he knows that we have only a few minutes and that there is only a door between us, and a room full of people. I squeeze and roll his balls in my hand until I hear a small whimper. He buries his head in the side of my neck and I feel his breath hot on my shoulder. Quickly I snap the cock ring round his swollen penis. I have to because he can't come. This is part of the fix I need, only I can come.

He stands as I push the foreskin back on his aching cock I watch as the small droplets of moisture form at the tip. This and only this is unhindered by the biting ring of silver. I gather the moisture on my finger and lift it to my mouth I have to taste him. I need to taste him. We stiffen as we hear people outside the door, they can't get in the addiction has not been fed I need a few more moments that's all.

Moving back I place my hands on his shoulders and turn him round so he is facing away from me.

Put your hands on the wall I instruct him. Silently he does as he is told and I lightly kick his legs apart as far as his trousers will allow. I stroke his back for a moment trying to relax him a little then pull out the butt plug that I put in place before we went planetside. He is already prepared, his body ready to accept my mass, my intrusion, my claiming of him. In one swift movement I push myself into him. I can't hold back any longer. I need to feel him, possess him. I need to dull the flames that are raging inside me. Faster I move, faster and faster, pounding into the sweet compliant flesh of the man I love. The man I need. My hands grip and pinch his hips as I drive myself into him. Neither of us makes a sound but I know Tom is struggling to keep quiet and that excites me.

I draw nearer my climax, nearer to the one thing that stops the rage and fire in my veins. I hear my heart pounding in my ears as it thumps against my ribs, another few thrusts and the calm will return. And now the fire is leaving, draining from me as I fill Tom with my essence, he whimpers again and as I pull out I kiss his shoulder.

My calm returns as I fasten my trousers and turn him once again to face me.

'We have to get back before they miss us,' he whispers and I nod and take the leather strap from my pocket. Quickly I bind his balls and straining cock so that prying eyes will not be able to see the evidence of my need. I listen to his sigh and kiss his cheek. It's only for another hour I tell him, just a little while longer and then we will be back on Voyager. It's easier there, I can see to my needs long before the pain starts. Tom closes his eyes as I pull up his trousers and fasten them.

We had better get back, I say and he nods and turns towards the door.

I find myself smiling and nodding towards people I don't know and don't care to know. People who in their right mind would not want to know the monster that is Commander Chakotay of the star ship Voyager.

I have an illness that only Tom Paris can cure. I am addicted to him and the addiction is growing by the hour god help me.

Tom's POV

I lie quietly as my lover stretches me for his use, not now but later when the fire begins to burn he will need me, need my body to quench his thirst. It's been like this for so long now that I don't even question it. It started not long after Tuvok attacked him. The usually quiet logical Vulcan had gone unexpectedly into his Pon Far and lost control. I called out as I watched him meld with my lover, watched him digging deep into his head searching his thoughts and raping his memories. I remember the tears that stung my eyes as I watched that gentle man convulse on the floor as Tuvok's assault grew in strength.

I remember the relief I felt as I cradled him in my arms and those warm brown eyes became focussed on me and only me. And then the nightmare started.

My gentle and sensitive lover needed me more and more and his lovemaking became more punishing as the days passed. I remember how eventually I screamed at him, telling him I was not an object he could use at a whim, I remember the panic in his eyes when I told him I had had enough and I remember the cries of despair as I left him alone in our quarters.

Those were dark, desperate days for both of us. Days when he locked himself away from everyone. He answered hails only briefly, his answers to concerns about his well being monosyllabic at best.

I remember being called to sickbay and seeing that beautiful man barely moving, his breathing shallow and his flesh uncharacteristically pale and cold. Then I watched in horror as his body started to fit for no reason that I could see.

The doctor quick to act, loaded a hypo with what I don't know. I presume it was a muscle relaxant, for my lover's body settled once again.

I felt the doctor's hand heavy on my shoulder as he pulled me into his office. 'He's in withdrawal' he said as though I should know what the hell he was talking about. I shook my head trying to grasp the meaning of the words. 'Withdrawal?' Withdrawal from what? It didn't make sense, Chakotay treated his body with reverence, he of all people would never put anything into his body that would harm it, never.

'Its not what Mr Paris, its who.' He replied in that irritating self-righteous tone of his.

I gazed out of the office window and watched Voyagers first officer and my love as pale as death. As if on autopilot I answered without really thinking.

'I don't understand,' I said more to myself than to the doctor. 'To suffer withdrawal he has to be addicted.'

The doctor nodded, 'he is,' he said quietly, 'he's addicted to you, you're his mate, his life partner.'

I listen numb as he tells me what has happened and then I understand. I understand the burning passion that has been raging inside my love and I realise that by deserting him I caused him so much pain and distress.

'What can I do?' I ask.

The doctor shook his head, 'be there for him, just be there, the damage is done there is no cure.'

And so its been like this. I watch as the fire builds within him and I offer him all that I am. A few minutes some times is all that he needs. He takes me, fills me, pours the rage within him into me and then I watch him calm I know deep down he hates what he has become but I am his, I'm his addiction and as his lover I will see he gets all that he requires to heal him if even for a short time.

Admission

The doc called me to the sickbay this morning. It seems that there may be a way to remove the influence of Tuvoks Pon Far over my body.

The doctors solution? First remove the memory engrams of that time and secondly pump my body with a mixture of Ceprotirone and Fynasterode. The drugs will reduce my sex drive to nil and having my memory of the mind meld wiped? Well let's just say he feels it best that I have no recollection of recent events.

I listened then nodded and thanked him for his efforts to find a cure for my sickness and then quietly I told him that if he muted a word to anyone about his so called cure his program might possibly become irreparably damaged.

Smiling in satisfaction I turned and left him alone in his office.

'Paris?' I call as I step onto the bridge,' My office NOW!' I watch as he glances over to Harry then rises from his seat to follow me wordlessly. As soon as the door closes behind us I call for a privacy lock and pin him to the wall. I can feel the fire beginning to burn in my veins but I want it to be good for Tom so I have to act quickly.

Before he knows what is happening I have unfastened his pants and I have pushed them down over his hips. I glance down at the red and angry penis strapped to his thigh. Carefully I fondle it and he hisses.

'How about we get this off baby?'

He sighs and leans into me making it easier for me to touch him, his hands rest lightly on my shoulders and he tucks his head into my neck as I loosen the strap. He moans quietly as his swollen cock is released back into its more natural position and as I hold it in my hand and run my thumb gently over the silver cock ring he wears the moans grow louder.

'Lets get this thing off as well,' I say quietly, and with a single move it clicks open and falls into the palm of my hand.

'Cha,' Tom starts to say lifting his head and locking eyes with me, 'shh not now Tom, I need this, need to do this before the fire gets to much to bare.'

I push him back so that he is resting against the wall and quickly I slide down his body until I am kneeling in front of him. Without giving him any warning my I take his cock into my mouth and suck him hard. He whimpers and it's like music to my ears. His flesh is tender but still he wants to come, he needs me to do this. My fingers find their way between his buttocks and without a second thought I push them into him. I feel his legs shake and I feel that sense of power returning. I stretch him none to gently while I sit back and let my tongue dance across the head of his cock. Teasing and tormenting at the same time as fucking him with my fingers.

'Cha please,' he whimpers. I know I have to finish this now I feel the pain in my body returning but I will endure it until I have satisfied my lover. Like a starving man I return to his cock sucking hungrily, it takes only a few minutes and a squeeze of those soft sacks and he is shooting his seed down my willing throat.

I hold him as he slides down beside me spent and weak, slowly he climbs onto his knees and offers himself to me, its as though he can see the red mist that falls down over my eyes and the fire that pulses through my veins.

I don't have time to finish my preparation of him and in an instant I find myself pounding into that sweet flesh spurred on by his moans and pleading.

Not long now Tom, not long, I can feel the heat in my belly and hear the pounding of my heart in my ears and then just as I feel the fire will engulf me I empty myself deep into Tom and my peace returns.

After only a few minutes we both arrange our clothing and I card my fingers through his hair to tame it.

He smiles tiredly and whispers quietly, 'better now?' I nod and his smile brightens even more. 'I love you,' he continues and after giving me a gentle kiss he lifts a data pad and disengaging the privacy lock he heads back for the bridge.

And the doctor wants me to give this up?

I can't, not now, its how I want things to be, I need to feel the fire.

End

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