Disclaimer:- Paramount owns all that is and ever shall be star trek, I merely borrow them for the sadistic reason of making the characters dance to my tune. I promise to return them bruised perhaps but all the same in one piece.

Rating N/C 17 because anything else wouldn't be as much fun

My thanks to Robin who has worked her way for the past x amount of days beta reading these parts. Her encouragement is never ending and her tolerance for fixing up my terrible spelling and grammar is amazing. She is as always a constant source of support.

To Robin with my thanks, to Kalem with my love.

When they returned to their cell Tom was held at one side while Chakotay was held down and a clear substance was injected into his arm.

"What the fuck are you doing to him?" Tom screamed.

Barack finished what he was doing and stood back as two guards placed Chakotay on the cot.

"He'll sleep now for a few hours so I would suggest you use the time to get him cleaned up. I'll come back with a balm you can use, with any luck it should stop the bleeding and help dull the pain."

That said he turned and left, the other guards following him closely.

Later when Tom had done what he could to clean Chakotay up with the water and rags that Barack gave him he gently rubbed the balm over Chakotays torn rectum slipping his index finger partially inside to make sure the balm soothed the torn flesh inside. Chakotay groaned in his troubled sleep and tears built up in Tom's eyes.

Tom moved to the far side of the cell and sobbed, why couldn't he just have done what Chakotay did for him?

What the hell was so hard about fucking your commander anyway? Fuck he had dreamed about it enough times. Yes he Tom Paris, playboy of the delta quadrant, wooer of women no matter what their race, color or creed had actually dreamed of Chakotay, Voyagers powerful first officer kissing him and holding him. Since the early days when he joined the Maquis Tom had had a fascination about the quiet but extremely powerful Maquis captain, like the moth to the flame he thought as he lay down on the floor, curled himself into a ball and closed his eyes hoping that when he wakened this nightmare would be gone.

A couple of hours later Tom pulled himself up so that he was sitting with his back against the cold stone of the cell wall. Chakotay was still sleeping, whatever Barack had administered into the big mans system was definitely powerful but not so powerful to stop the quiet moans and sobs escaping from Chakotay's lips.

Tom closed his eyes against the dull thumping in his head and when he opened them Barack was standing in front of him.

"What the fuck!" Tom hadn't heard the young man come in, Barack put his finger to his mouth,

"If you want to get out of here you need to do as I say," Brack said quietly, "Calvan wants you both back in the hall," he glanced over at Chakotay and shook his head, "your commander is in no shape to perform, you are going to have to entertain Calvan on your own while I make an attempt at contacting your ship."

Tom shook his head, "I don't understand, if Chakotay isn't there how can I entertain……" he fell silent for a few moments, "do you mean I need to turn myself over to the men?"

Barack shook his head, "My brother likes you, he was talking about you all through dinner." The young man shifted uncomfortably on his feet. "When I take you to the hall go to him tell him you will perform for him alone in his rooms."

Tom felt the bile rise in his throat, "I can't," he shook his head and then followed Barack's eyes to where Chakotay was lying.

Barack then turned and locked his eyes with the pained blue eyes of Tom Paris.

He nodded and then said quietly, "he would do it for you, I saw how he was when he took you for us, he was lost, gone somewhere far from our view, just you and him. I'll be back in about an hour, if he has wakened by then keep him resting so that he doesn't slow you down when you make your escape. If you decide against what I have suggested neither of you will leave. The choice is yours."

Tom shook his head trying to make sense of what Barack had asked him to do and what he had just told him.

He wanted him to willingly have sex with his brother to save their lives and he told him that Chakotay must in some way care for him. It didn't make sense, the big man loathed him didn't he? His mind replayed the feelings that flooded through him when Chakotay entered him. First feeling humiliation, terror and pain, and then the incredible feeling of being filled and pleasured despite his terror. In his mind he watched the rerun of that moment Chakotay told him that should an opportunity arise he was to escape with or without him. That fleeting moment when he had thought that their lips had touched.

His mind made up he began to ready himself for the performance that would let them both live.

Tom carefully stretched himself, it wasn't the easiest or most pleasant tasks he had ever performed but Chakotays words echoed softly in his ears # I'm going to try and prepare myself for this evening. It will make things easier.# His mind was made up, if Calvan was willing to take him he would trade his body for a chance to let Chakotay heal and for Barack to try and contact Voyager.

When he had finished he pulled back on his now filthy uniform and sat quietly on the floor beside the cot Chakotay lay on. Chakotay hadn't yet came round and Tom was getting more and more anxious.

His thoughts drifted back to all those times when he and Voyagers first officer had almost came to blows. Fights and cross words which mostly came about over nothing at all now all seemed so meaningless and such a waste of time. He sighed, closed his eyes and listened to the quiet steady breathing from the man lying at his side.

"Tom?" the pilot lifted his head to see the dark eyes of Chakotay fixed on him.

Tom shook his head in relief and the beginning of a smile touched his lips. "You had me worried there big man, I thought you were going to sleep forever."

Chakotay nodded slowly, the effects of the narcotic still very obviously in his system. "How long have I been asleep?"

Tom shrugged, "about six hours I think, it's hard to tell. I was beginning to wonder if that stuff Barack gave you had poisoned you. He said you would sleep for a few hours but didn't say how long a few would be." Tom dropped his gaze to the floor, "I'm sorry Chakotay," he said almost in a whisper, his relief at his commander wakening engulfed suddenly under a tidal wave of guilt, "I ….I couldn't do it right. I, what happened it was all my fault and when I protested he added another and then Barack. God Chakotay Calvan had you raped because of me. Because I was scared."

Tom felt the light pressure of Chakotay's hand on his shoulder and then a thumb gently stroke the side of his face.

"Nothing that has happened here Tom has been the fault of either of us. Calvin would have done what he did anyway. He is power hungry and cruel. He feels he needs to prove his superiority to his men," Chakotay sighed and shook his head tiredly, "I worked with members of the Maquis who were like that. People who were cruel not because of what the had seen or been through but just because it thrilled them to be in control."

Tom got slowly onto his knees and lent over Chakotay, he checked the commanders pupils then pulse and a hand on the commanders forehead was the only way he could determine if Chakotay was abnormally hot.

Satisfied that all was as well as could be expected with his companion Tom eased Chakotay back down onto the pillow. "Rest," he said gently.

Chakotay let himself be positioned more comfortably by Voyagers pilot and medic and closed his eyes, he was just beginning to drift back to his partially drug induced sleep when he heard the keys turn in the door.

Suddenly is senses were on red alert. His eyes sprung open and his heart beat wildly in his chest. He made to get up but Tom put his hand on his shoulder and kept him lying down. From Chakotays shoulder Tom's hand moved up and one of the long slender fingers crossed Chakotays mouth. "Shh, you rest, I'll be back before you know it." And with that he got up onto his feet, turned and walked out the door to his fate with Calvan.

 Barack gave Tom a sympathetic look as he walked with him along the narrow corridor towards the hall.

"You have made the right choice for both you and your Commander. It will give his injuries time to heal and perhaps that time will be put to good use." He glanced from Tom over to the guards that were flanking them to let Tom know that there was little more he could say. Tom followed his gaze and nodded.

A few minutes later they were standing once again in the large hall but this time Calvan was there alone.

He looked up as his brother and men entered with one of the captives.

"This one wishes to speak to me?" Barack nodded and pushed Tom forward. Suddenly the cocky flyboy found his throat dry and lost for words. "I…," he stammered. He watched as a frown crossed Calvan's face, "You what?" Calvan demanded.

Tom squared his shoulders and took a deep breath. "My commanding officer is hurt, I…I want to offer myself to you in exchange for you giving him time to recover from the injuries your men caused."

Calvan smiled and walked up to face Tom, lifting his hand he touched Tom's cheek and then traced the bruising on Tom's lips caused when he had struck him earlier.

"What makes you think that I wouldn't just take you and have your commander perform again with my men for my men?"

Tom swallowed hard and the actions of every whore he had ever encountered swamped his mind.

"Because I can make it good for you," he purred, "and it would be so much better than just fucking me for the sake of doing it." He forced his usual sunny smile onto his lips. "I can make it feel wonderful, I know I can please you no end if it's just you and I together." His face flushed slightly and his eyelashes fluttered a little. "Chakotay says I'm good, he says I'm the best fuck he has ever had." Tom shivered a little at the thought of feeling his commander inside him and then flushed again trying to imagine Chakotay telling him he was a great fuck. Chakotay didn't speak like that. He was a gentle warrior. Kind and compassionate and ever there if you needed him. He wouldn't ever bring someone down to the level of just being a casual fuck, or he didn't think he would.

He stood willing himself to relax while Calvan looked him over and then started to run his hand over his body.

"You have a good body, you keep yourself fit I like that, I like a man who looks after himself." Calvan's hand slid between Tom's thighs and Tom forced himself to part his legs giving the beast before him more access. He moaned as Calvan groped him, out of discomfort and disgust for himself and for Calvan but he was convincing enough to make Calvan believe it was because he wanted him.

"Are you just going to have me stand here and let you feel me up or are we going to go somewhere more private?" he shifted slightly letting Calvan feel him and he sighed as he felt his cock grow under the manipulation of Calvan's hand. It wasn't that he was desperate for the time to come but he knew that Barack needed his brother out of the road so that he could try to reach Voyager.

With a nod Calvan grabbed Tom's arm and led him out of the hall through a large wooden door which opened up into a suit of rooms. Calvan motioned for the guards to take up position outside the door and Tom watched as Barack excused himself and left.

He prayed that the youngster was successful, but whatever happened he promised himself that Chakotay wouldn't be hurt by Calvan's men again.

Tom wasn't sure where he went from here, his mind flashed back to a seedy room in the back streets of a little French town. He had sought comfort there one evening with a woman quite a few years older than he was. He hadn't long been cashiered of the fleet and he needed company and for a few credits she was willing to be that company for the night. He remembered her babbling about this and that while she stripped out of her clothes in front of him. It was second nature he had thought to himself, that she would be so un-self-conscious about her body, he remembered her smile as he blushed unsure of what the next move between them would be.

"Come dear you don't pay me to leave you standing staring at me." And in an instant her arms had been thrown round his neck and she was kissing him while slowly stepping backwards towards her bedroom. He had followed mesmerised by her carefree disposition.

Shaking himself back into the present Tom watched Calvan as he filled two goblets with an almost crystal clear liquid and then without really considering what he was doing he started to strip out of his uniform.

He discarded the uniform jacket and dropped it to the floor. The noise brought Calvan's gaze to meet his own and a smile crossed Calvan's lips. He nodded in approval and stood watching while Tom removed the rest of his clothes.

"You have a very good body," Calvan remarked again. "I really did want to take your commanders place when you first entertained us but I don't perform in front of my men and they were due a little rest and relaxation. That first show was a good one. Your commander is a passionate man from what I can see."

Tom nodded.

"Come over here and let me get a closer look at you," Calvan instructed. Tom took a few wary steps forward and halted in front of his captor. Calvan shook his head, "it's a shame that you are so quick with your tongue you have some nasty bruises because of it. But that will all soon change I'm sure." He stroked Tom's cheek and then let his hand run over the blonds collarbone. A cold smile crossed his lips and then he lent into the pilot and kissed him hard. Tom was horrified. Giving his body over to the man had been one thing but having him do this chilled his soul. He felt Calvan's hand slide down his body and fondle his cock. Despite his minds protests he hardened in the man's hand. Tom sighed in shame but Calvan took it that Tom was enjoying the stimulation.

"I think its time we took this elsewhere Lieutenant don't you?" Calvan steered Tom through a door at the far side of the room which led into a large bedroom containing the largest four poster bed Tom had ever seen.

"What do you think of my rooms Lieutenant?" Tom gazed round the elegantly furnished room. "I think being a mercenary and killing people for money must be a lucrative business."

Calvan smiled and pushed Tom towards the bed. "Oh it is believe me, I have everything I have ever wanted and its provided by people who need me. Take your Commander for instance. His life is going to depend on how well you satisfy me. You don't think for one minute that I don't know what's going on here do you?" Tom swallowed hard and managed to choke out, "what is it you think I am doing?"

Pushing Tom onto the bed Calvan grinned, "you're using yourself to divert my attention from your commander, you don't want to see him hurt. Well ok treat me to the delicacies of that pale flesh of yours and I'll leave him alone."

Tom nodded, relieved that Calvan did not suspect his brother of trying to help them.

"Then you had better tell me what it is you want me to do," Tom asked quietly.

"Turn onto your stomach then get onto your knees," Calvan instructed.

tbc