GENTLEMEN'S AGREEMENT

Title: Gentlemen's Agreement, 16/16 
Author: Jaye (Copyright July 2002) 
Codes: C/P NC-17

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Summary: An alien royal makes Chakotay an offer he can't refuse.

Note: Slightly AU, P/T never happened and I don't know how canon
Chakotay dresses off duty. Also, Tom's 30, Chakotay 39.

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PART SIXTEEN (CONCLUSION)

/This is hopeless. Absolutely hopeless./ Sisryn blinked bleary
eyes at Milady. "Nedal's won. I can't find anything in the law
to keep him from bringing the Voyager people down for the
ceremony."

"You're right." The elder Rutali flipped a few pages, then
closed the book in her hands with an irritated thump. "The
Celestials didn't make any provision for this. Seems it's only
been custom that kept the Larat's privacy until now." She
frowned. "And the fact that most of the time the Regents were
accepting the service of *their* Chosen, so they didn't want an
unnecessary audience."

The Chief Consul rose stiffly, stretching the kinks from her
spine. When she was done she gave her companion a sad but
grateful glance. "Thank you for giving up your rest to help me
with this research, however futile. I guess I'll contact Captain
Janeway after breakfast." She rubbed her hands against her
aching temples. "The Regent made it very clear the aliens *must*
attend. I'm to threaten them with trade impediments if they
refuse."

"Our leader certainly knows how to herd his prey," Milady said
grimly. "Though Voyager did well at the colony world, the
Captain mentioned wanting some surplus goods and energy. She'd
like to be prepared, since they don't know where the wormhole
will leave them or how long it will take to find another source
of supplies."

"Yes." Sisryn sighed. "And I can't even give Chakotay a warning,
since no one knows what Nedal has planned." She began stacking
the books, trying to delay the composition of the message that
would make things even harder on the Larat she so admired.

"True, the Regent's comments were so cryptic we really don't
know how he'll strike." Worry deepened the lines on Milady's
face. "The only thing we can be sure of is that Chakotay is
definitely his target."

***************

Nedal roared awake, shaking with the force of sexual release.
His chest heaved as he sat up and instinctively pulled the
sweat-and-semen-slick sheets from his skin. His body hummed with
the immense surge of satisfaction, but his mind was disturbed by
the images still parading before his imagination.

He had dreamed of the claiming. Of lying above a figure chained
to the royal bed, plunging deep between parted legs, driving
toward fulfillment. Such things had actually happened before,
with a handful of other Larats who had served him over the
course of his reign. And the fantasy, this anticipation of the
event, often visited his slumbers during the period of waiting
as each Chosen traveled to the homeworld. In fact, he'd enjoyed
this particular scenario several times this last week as he
envisioned taking pleasure in the golden goband, Tom Paris. But
not this time. This night he dreamed of spending himself in the
Larat---Chakotay. It was not as he'd expected.

Always, in reality as well as in dreams, submission was what the
Regent expected, and desired. The cowering obedience to his
every whim. The shivering, spineless acceptance of whatever ways
he chose to use and abuse his temporary bed-slaves. In the
dream, Chakotay had neither submitted nor rebelled. The human
had not feared. And for that very reason Nedal found himself
desperately desiring him.

The images began with the bronzed, night-haired alien naked and
pinned by chains that extended from the bedposts at the corners
of the white-draped mattress in the palace suite. Nedal watched
his own hands, claws retracted, stroke coppery skin as he
absorbed its warm satin texture. He'd started at the ankles and
worked his way up, tracing the heavy muscles that the alien's
leathery challenge outfit had only hinted at. By the time he'd
reached the handsome, strangely marked face his erection had
been full and aching, yearning for its promised sheath in the
shadow between the sleek spread thighs.

But Chakotay's expression as he panted under Nedal gave the
Rutali pause. The proud man was not frightened or angry.
Definitely not cowed or submissive. Instead the flushed features
reflected arousal, the brown eyes dilated and glittering with
want and need and welcome. Nedal traced the lushly curved lips
and felt the stroke of tongue against the pads of his fingers,
drawing them in to be sucked and lightly bitten by his
not-so-helpless captive.

Then Nedal had succumbed to a strange temptation and done
something he had never bothered sharing with any other Larat. He
kissed Chakotay, and had again been surprised. Their mouths
merged in a hungry mating, tongues exploring and sliding
together. Chakotay's tongue had stroked and been lightly
scratched by sharp Rutali incisors. The blood from the small
lacerations stoked Nedal's excitement even higher as he sucked
the metallic-tinged sweetness from the hot mouth.

And it had gotten better. Chakotay had shown himself to be the
same unique blend of prey and predator in bed as out of it.

The human was endlessly, gloriously yielding. Tossing his head
back to bare his throat for Nedal's lips. Arching into his
captor's hands and mouth with moans of encouragement, even as
claws and teeth made their presence known on the burnished
flesh.

But the bound man also asserted himself, demanded. As Nedal
sampled his fill of the unfamiliar silky-smooth skin, Chakotay
began thrusting his hips as far as the restraints would allow,
growling "Fuck me" in a tone that was nothing short of a
command.

Nedal finally obeyed, cupping the lush, rounded ass. He slightly
lifted and fully parted the muscular buttocks to bury himself to
the hilt in heat and tightness. He began driving in earnest,
moving back and forth in the satiny channel. Again, Chakotay was
a revelation, meeting him thrust for thrust, raising his hips
higher to bring Nedal closer, rubbing himself against the plush
fur of the Rutali body. All music stripped from the melodious
voice as each plunging stroke of Nedal's cock evoked harsh
grunts of appreciation mingled with orders for more, harder,
now.

Straining at the chains, Chakotay leaned up to lick and bite
*him*, and Nedal reeled with the sensations of the rough-silk
tongue and sharp teeth against his throat and chest.

Then he reached to grab the dark hair and hold Chakotay's head
still. They began another primal, animal kiss, mouths opened
wide to swallow each other, mingling hot breaths. Passion blazed
between them like nothing Nedal had ever known with an alien.
This human---smaller, weaker, unclawed, chained---matched
passion for passion with Nedal's full rutting fury, the kind of
joining that Rutali only found with their mates.

They burned too hot to survive long. Chakotay tried to thrust
his engorged penis against Nedal's stomach, desperate, and
finally tore his mouth away to howl as his climax hit. Nedal
sank his teeth into the straining throat as he pounded the
arching, shaking body, slamming into the spasming passage until
his cock erupted and he threw his own head back to roar his
release, blood staining his gaping mouth.

That's when Nedal woke up.

He rose from the bed, unclothed and unsettled, and began to
pace. The dream was tantalizing in its revelation of the wanton
passion and pleasure to be found in the human's muscular body.
The Rutali finally admitted to himself that Chakotay was indeed
an extremely sensual, desirable creature. Even the vibrant
darkness of his coloring had become a symbol of his difference
from Nedal's usual pallid blond bedmates. The idea of a Larat
who didn't fear him, who wanted him with such fierceness, was
shockingly enticing.

Some Rutali would consider such an astounding vision, and
Nedal's subsequent shift in interest from one man to another, a
sign that the dream was a message from the Celestials
themselves. Those believers would make all efforts to ensure the
events experienced in slumber would come to pass in the waking
world.

Nedal was not such a man. While he now eagerly awaited the
delivery of Chakotay to his bed, the mating he had just imagined
would never come to pass. Nedal could fantasize about a Larat
who believed himself an equal, even desire him for it. But the
truth was that the Regent would never tolerate such defiance
from *anyone* under his command. Chakotay had already challenged
his authority, his sovereign superiority, several times. Not to
mention denying Nedal access to the once-arousing Tom Paris
while making use of the blond himself.

The golden eyes hardened. /No, my dear Larat, you will
definitely know who is your master by the time this day is
done./ His trap was already laid and it was against his nature
to show mercy. Chakotay---along with all of the Rutali and the
Voyager crew---would learn the consequences of crossing the
Regent. The lesson would be a harsh one indeed.

Nedal licked his lips, the myriad flavors of his anticipated
captive still tingling on his tongue. By this time tomorrow, he
would know how accurately his dream had depicted Chakotay. And
how satisfying breaking such a willful, self-contained man would
be.

He rang for his attendants, eager to arrive at the palace and
make sure all was ready for the ceremony, and the claiming. He
could hardly wait.

***************

Chakotay sighed into Tom's mouth and tilted his head to the
left, beginning a new round of kissing. He felt as though he
were trying to absorb some of his beloved's essence through
breath and touch and taste. His lips sucked at their wider
counterparts as his tongue languidly mated with its slowly
savoring twin. His nostrils flared as he inhaled Tom's scent,
even as his hands traveled from fair curls to slender waist.
They were constantly in motion, now slipping under the younger
man's shirt to remind themselves of the smoothness of pale skin
and tickle of body hair. He felt a trickle of air in his throat
as Tom moaned.

Tom's fingers clenched around muscled biceps for a moment as
sensitized nerves drove a sound of wanting from his mouth, still
fused to soft, full lips. Then he returned to his imprinting of
Chakotay's form on his memory. His hands moved to explore the
strong throat, along the firm jaw, and up to the arched black
brows. Then he framed the handsome face, pressing his own lips
closer, curving his back to brush their chests together, feeling
hints of Chakotay's heat even through two layers of clothing. He
was debating whether to lower his Titan or to lie back on the
couch himself when he was gently pushed away. He opened his eyes
and fell into Chakotay's, dark and glowing with love. Tom sighed
in adoration as he watched the kiss-swollen lips part to speak.

Chakotay stood; his answering sigh was layered with regret.
"We'd better get some breakfast, Tom. I don't know how long we
have until Voyager achieves orbit." He tugged his lanky partner
from the couch and into his arms for one last brush against the
tempting mouth. "I'm glad you're here."

Tom mussed the sable hair playfully, then leaned back to admire
the effect. "I wouldn't have missed the chance of making out in
the First Officer's cabin."

"I just couldn't stay on the holodeck any longer." The broad
shoulders shrugged as Chakotay ducked his head a little,
embarrassed. "For some crazy reason I was afraid all this would
disappear the second I stepped out into the corridor."

"I know what you mean." Tom pressed his forehead against the
tattooed temple. "This somehow makes us more real, doesn't it?"
As they stood a minute, just being together, Tom recalled the
morning.

They had awakened at almost the same moment, immediately drawing
together for a kiss that mingled love and reassurance. The
pensive mood continued as they bathed each other, using hands
and lips to soothe and comfort rather than arouse. When they
were tenderly drying each other off Chakotay suggested the
change in scenery and Tom agreed with alacrity. They'd traveled
at a properly sedate pace to Chakotay's cabin, a decorous
distance between them.

The moment the door closed they were embracing, and the older
man had guided them to the comfortable sofa to settle in for
some serious necking. Passion was again muted by a need for
deeper connection and awareness of the rapidly dwindling amount
of time they had left.

Tom sighed as the recollection ended and shifted to nibble on
the coppery neck. "I'm going to miss you, Babe," he mumbled
against the warm skin, memorizing the citrus-sandalwood scent of
his lover.

The older man raised a bronzed hand to cup his lover's nape. "My
heart will be with you, Tom." He tilted Tom's head until he
could meet the anguished blue eyes. He wondered if his own
reflected the misery in his soul. "But I can't think of you. I
have to tuck *us* away in a corner of my mind. Or I won't be
able to go through with it."

Pale fingers moved to clench around the Rutali crystal. "I can't
stand that you'll be in seclusion, Chak. I want to know that
you're all right, how you're feeling---what he's doing to you."
Tom stared into the liquid eyes. "I have to be sure Nedal isn't
hurting you."

Chakotay offered a small smile and ran his thumb behind one neat
ear. "I'll be fine. We discussed the refusals. And Sisryn said
that not even the Regent would dare try to circumvent them once
they were accepted under the seal."

"He'd better not," Tom growled, "or that alley cat won't know
what hit him."

"How very Rutali you sound," Chakotay chuckled, eyes brightening
with humor. "Maybe I should give Nedal fair warning of what
he'll be up against." He gave a last squeeze, then slipped out
of their embrace and walked toward the replicator, remarking
over his shoulder, "I know you fight dirty."

Tom forced himself to relax, recognizing that his Titan needed
to lighten the atmosphere, beginning the process of distancing
himself. Being a past master of the art of self-protection, Tom
understood Chakotay's actions and was willing to help him in
this small way to prepare for their imminent separation. "Of
course," he replied with a shrug, "it's the only way to be sure
I'll win."

He sauntered over to the replicator, peering over the shorter
man's shoulder. "So what's on the menu?"

"Cereal and fruit. My stomach's not up for anything elaborate."
Chakotay handed a full bowl and the plate of sliced melon to
Tom, picking up the other bowl and two mugs himself.

The two men took their seats and dug in, changing the
conversation to less volatile topics until they were interrupted
by the door chime. "Enter," Chakotay called, sharing a puzzled
glance with his partner.

"Good morning, gentlemen." Kathryn strode in, her eyes
immediately zipping to Tom. She was surprised that the openness
of his expression continued into the morning. She could detect
anxiety, but also love and the strangely energized peace that
emotion brings. She smiled at him, then turned to Chakotay.

If she was stunned by the absence of Tom's Flyboy façade, she
was absolutely floored by the disappearance of Chakotay's stoic
Commander persona. Even alone with her his eyes had never been
so unguarded, shining with love and tenderness as they flicked a
quick glance at Tom. His features had softened as well, a fond
smile dimpling the bronzed cheeks as he stood to welcome her.
"You're out and about early this morning. Would you care for
some coffee?" He was already heading for the replicator.

"Yes, please." Kathryn restlessly moved to the table, running
her hand along its edge and avoiding both men's gazes. Her brow
furrowed as she reviewed the unpleasant agenda she had brought
to her best friend's door.

"Have a seat," Chakotay offered as he set the mug down in front
of an empty place. He sensed her disquiet and gave her shoulder
a quick pat before she settled into a chair and he returned to
his own. "What's on your mind?" he asked.

Kathryn sighed and stared into her cup as she rotated it between
tense fingers. "I just spoke to Sisryn. There's been a change in
plans." She looked at her fellow officer, unconsciously focusing
on the necklace encircling his throat. "Did the Chief Consul
give you any idea of what the official presentation would be
like?"

"Well, she said that I needed to wear one of the Larat outfits."
Chakotay looked at Tom as he said, "The public ones are much
better than the private selections."

Tom relaxed at the information. Though he was trying hard not to
feel jealous of Nedal, he really didn't want anyone else looking
at his Titan.

Chakotay nodded in acknowledgement of Tom's reaction and
continued. "There is a gathering of Rutali. I agree to service
and list my refusals. Sisryn explains the tradition of Larat.
The Regent makes a statement of acceptance and we retire
to...get to know each other better."

All three of them blushed slightly at the euphemism. Kathryn
took a long drink, then straightened her shoulders as she set
the cup down. "I'm sorry to tell you this, but the senior staff
has been 'invited' to the ceremony." Her face reflected her
discomfort at the situation.

"Sisryn didn't even bother to be subtle. She said that the
Regent has ordered her to ensure that we attend. If we don't, we
won't get the supplies we were counting on to cushion our
journey once we leave the wormhole. She even mentioned the
possibility that the whole deal could be called off."

"I take it that Nedal has something specific in mind for you?"
Chakotay's voice was calm, but concern was clear in his eyes.

"More likely for you. Apparently, privacy for the Larat ritual
has been a tradition since the beginning. This time is the
exception." Kathryn sighed and pressed her fingers into the
bridge of her nose. Then she brought the hand down and covered
Chakotay's. "I'm willing to end this right now. Before we reach
their homeworld." She indicated the seal with a jerk of her
chin. "We can just dump that bauble on Nedal's head and blast
out of here. Or keep it and pawn it at the next planet we see."

Chakotay turned his hand to clasp Kathryn's and his lips quirked
with gratitude and regret. "Thanks for the offer, but I don't
think so. I've given the Rutali my word, and I can't let you
give up this chance to shorten our journey. The crew *needs*
this jump to boost their morale, even if we only shave off a
year or two. And I'm hoping to do a little better than that." He
shrugged. "I've been taught by the best."

He turned and looked at Tom apologetically. "It looks like our
secret will be out. Kathryn's going to have to make some kind of
statement to prepare our people. The second she does that,
everyone will figure out exactly how you've been 'helping' me.
I'm sorry, Tom."

"Don't be." Now Tom reached out and claimed a hand. "I told you
I don't care what you have to do with Nedal. I also don't care
who knows I love you." He smiled, trying to convey the strength
of his conviction through his gaze and his grip.

"And I love you, Tom Paris." Chakotay raised the fine-boned
fingers to his lips to kiss them. He released both of the hands
clasped in his own and looked at his best friend. "Whatever you
have to say is all right with me, Kathryn. Just...wait until I'm
gone, if you would. I really don't want to deal with questions
at this point."

"Understood." Kathryn rose and reached a hand to each man's
shoulder, communicating approval and compassion. "We've just
achieved orbit. You have an hour to get ready. I'll leave you
two to finish your breakfast and say your farewells."

She paused at the door to meet Chakotay's eyes once more. "Thank
you, and good luck." She left to make arrangements for the
briefing.

Tom turned back toward Chakotay. "So this is it."

"I guess so," he replied quietly.

They both managed a few desultory bites before rising to recycle
their dishes. They silently adjourned to the bathroom to brush
their teeth. Both men's attempts to appear unmoved were
sabotaged when Chakotay looked in the mirror and saw his
Tom-spiked hair. He mock-glared at the blond, whose answering
grin started trembling. They were embracing before another
breath was drawn, burrowing into each other.

They clung for a few minutes, then Tom sensed Chakotay shift and
full lips pressed against his own. They tasted of promises, and
regrets, and good-byes. Then he felt Chakotay lay a trail of
soft kisses to his ear, and heard a shaky, whispered, "Go."

Tom nodded, knowing they both needed time to regain their
composure. He released his Titan and didn't look back as he
exited, grabbed his bag and headed out, walking quickly to his
own cabin. Once there, he flung his case onto a chair and
collapsed on the couch. He sought calm, breathing carefully in
and out, until the hour was up and Chakotay had beamed down to
the Regent's palace. He didn't even need to look at the
chronometer to know the moment the older man was gone.

************************************************************

Captain Janeway watched her staff file into the briefing room,
curiosity evident in their expressions and eager entrances. The
exception was, of course, Tom. His off-duty clothes looked a bit
rumpled as he shuffled in and took his customary seat. He
swallowed as he glanced at the empty chair next to hers, and
Kathryn found herself choking down her own lump of anxiety.

She leaned forward, speaking into the interested silence. "As
you know, the Rutali people set specific requirements for crews
who wish to take advantage of their wormhole. We have agreed to
their conditions, in hopes of reducing a little of the distance
Voyager still needs to travel to reach home. In accordance with
those stipulations, Chakotay has already beamed down to the
planet to begin his tenure as the Larat. No one knows how long
he will be there, but it is at least a week and possibly as long
as a month."

Kathryn stood and slowly walked around her listeners, running
her fingers along the back of each chair. "There is a ceremony
marking the start of the Commander's official term of service.
Apparently in defiance of long-held tradition, the Rutali Regent
has insisted that all of us attend this ritual. We are expected
to present ourselves at the palace at 1800 hours."

She stopped behind Tom's chair and met each pair of eyes,
impressing the importance of her next words. "If not for that
breach in custom, I would not be violating Chakotay's privacy.
Understand me, *nothing* that is said in this room or seen on
Ruta is ever to be spoken of. Do I make myself clear?"

B'Elanna's brows drew together in concern, while Neelix fidgeted
uncomfortably. Tuvok's eyes narrowed as his vague suspicions
sharpened, while Harry bit his lip and cast a worried glance at
Tom. The Doctor frowned, while Seven simply raised her
Borg-enhanced eyebrow. But they all nodded in acknowledgement of
the Captain's order.

Kathryn took a deep breath and gripped Tom's shoulders, feeling
the tension under her hands. "You've been told that Chakotay is
Voyager's official representative among the Rutali; that is
true. Additionally, some of you are aware that the Commander was
spending a lot of time on the holodeck, working on a gift for
the Regent. That is also true, but not in the way you think. The
true price for using the wormhole is a...highly defined sexual
relationship between the Larat and the Regent. So you see, the
gift Chakotay was preparing was himself."

Gasps filled the room as four pairs of eyes opened wide with
surprise. Tuvok did not react other than to nod to himself as
his worst-case scenario was confirmed. The Doctor had taken one
look at the medical evidence after the combat and figured things
out days ago. The others had no warning.

B'Elanna paled as she tried to come to grips with the idea of
her friend forced into that kind of servitude. Seven's face
reflected her concentration as she processed this new data and
its implications. Neelix's jaw worked for a moment as he
desperately searched for an appropriate response. And Harry
stared at Tom as he whispered, "So all those nights you were
helping him to---"

"To explore the dynamics of male on male sexuality," Tom
interrupted with surface calm. He felt Kathryn's squeeze of
encouragement as he lifted his chin and continued. "And for the
record, Chakotay was a brilliant student. Absolutely
magnificent."

"You have romantic feelings for the Commander." Seven's flatly
delivered observation heaped yet another shock on some of her
listeners.

"You're in love? With *Chakotay*? Since when?" B'Elanna's
bewildered voice matched her expression at first, then she sank
back with sudden understanding. "And he loves you. That's why he
accepted the challenge." Her eyes narrowed. "And why he was
determined not to lose it. He was protecting you."

"That's right," Harry said, leaning forward to stab a finger
into the table for emphasis. "That whole fight was because Nedal
wanted *you*. He seemed completely obsessed."

Tom just nodded, his feelings too overwhelming for speech.

"Yes," Kathryn answered for him, "but after the Commander held
his own in combat, Rutali law confirmed his right to the seal
and put Tom forever out of Nedal's hands." She sighed and
returned to her seat. "Now it appears the Regent has changed
focus. He has a plan to get back at Chakotay, and we're somehow
part of it."

B'Elanna's palms smacked the table as she grimaced in
frustration. "So this alien bigwig is planning to humiliate him
or something? And we get front-row seats?" She looked at the
Captain and Tom. "Isn't there anything we can do?"

"Unfortunately, no. Not without jeopardizing our agreement with
the Rutali." Kathryn rubbed her forehead wearily. "Sisryn did
warn me about a few things. Don't approach Chakotay or seek to
have any contact with him. Be extremely respectful and deferent
to Nedal. And do *not* speak unless you're spoken to. To break
the silence of the ceremony is to challenge the Regent's
authority."

She looked around the table of identically grim faces. "Chakotay
will get through this, and so will we. No one knows what our
vile host is planning, so don't do anything to bring attention
to yourselves. And please," she opened her hands. "Respect the
Commander's and Tom's privacy. Don't gossip about this, even
among yourselves."

After a moment Kathryn stood. "Be in your dress uniforms and at
the transporter by 1755 hours. Dismissed."

Tom watched the others leave and turned to face his Captain.
"Thanks. I know you're doing what you can to help Chakotay."

"To help both of you, Tom." She crossed to him and lightly
gripped his arm. "I only hope our precautions are enough."

He nodded and they left the room.

************************************************************

Chakotay ducked into an empty alcove in the enormous reception
hall and sighed, leaning against the wall, hoping the tall
plants screening the entrance would hide him for a moment.

It had been a long day. His mind whirled with the names of
dozens of Rutali he'd been introduced to since this morning.
He'd barely had time to change before Sisryn knocked at his door
for the first round of meetings.

He was a very popular fellow it seemed. So many people wanted to
start up conversations. His eyes narrowed as he recalled some of
the strange questions he'd been asked in the receiving line, at
lunch, during the afternoon seminars. They ranged from his
tastes in music and art to an explanation of his personal
philosophies to what he did all day on Voyager to why he'd
destroyed his own ship to what color underwear he was
wearing---if any.

Of course, even the memories of the questions generated a blush.
Partly because everyone was *touching* him. Holding his hand,
stroking his arm, encircling his waist or shoulders. A few
Rutali even leaned in for a full-body press and sniff at his
neck, asking what scent he was wearing. They looked just a
little too interested when he said none. He'd have sworn one man
even licked his lips when he thought Chakotay wasn't looking.

And his ass---if he weren't so fast on his feet his butt would
be black and blue from all the attempted pats and pinches.
Young, old, men, women---everybody seemed to want to grab some
gusto. He shook his head and pressed a little deeper into his
hiding place. Even Milady apparently considered him fair game.
He'd caught her twice eyeing his assets and once her hand was
sliding to cop a feel before he angled himself into a corner.
She'd only grinned unrepentantly at him and snapped her fingers
at the lost opportunity.

One consolation was that he didn't have to worry about the
fondlers finding more than they bargained for. The intimate
preparations he would require to accommodate Nedal weren't
necessary until after the ritual was completed. Sisryn had
reassured him that he would also have time to change again, into
an outfit for the Regent's private viewing. Chakotay had
absorbed, then ignored the information. He'd managed to keep his
mind off painful subjects throughout the day, but in this
current moment of calm it was hard to keep thoughts of Tom at
bay.

The reception hall's cream-colored walls and columns reminded
him of his fair-skinned siren, and the delicate blue of the
vaulted ceiling perfectly matched Tom's eyes. The gold accents
of course evoked the man's bright hair, and the fires from the
torches the passion that the two kindled so often in the last
week.

Chakotay bit his lip and touched the Rutali seal resting on his
chest, wondering how long he would be wearing it. And what would
happen to him before he was finally free.

Nedal had so far made no appearance, and Sisryn had shrugged at
Chakotay's queries as to his whereabouts. She suggested the
Regent was waiting for Voyager's crew to arrive so he could make
a grand entrance for the ceremony. Neither the Larat nor the
Chief Consul spent much time speculating on the scheming royal's
plans. There was little they could do except wait for the trap
to be sprung.

Chakotay sighed one last time, squared his shoulders and left
the alcove. His brief respite was over; it was time to return to
the lions' den.

***************

Tom had become accustomed to Rutali opulence, so his trek
through the palace to the reception hall didn't inspire the awe
that clearly showed on Harry's and Neelix's faces. He would bet
his own expression completed the set of serious scowls sported
by B'Elanna, the Doc and the Captain. Seven and Tuvok were as
neutral as always.

He craned his neck as he tugged at the collar of his dress
uniform, trying to see over the tawny heads of their hosts to
get a glimpse of Chakotay. The older man's raven hair should
have stood out in this vast field of blonds. "Should" being the
operative word, since Tom didn't have any luck spotting his
Titan. He moved closer to Tuvok and nudged him. "Any sign of the
Commander?" he asked, trying to sound casual.

The Vulcan calmly surveyed the reception hall. "Not at this
time," he said, "but there seems to be activity behind those
screens." He indicated the latticed panels stretched across the
width of the room. As Tuvok noted, the colors flashing behind
the small openings in the patterned wood suggested figures
scurrying on some unknown business.

"Okay." Tom had a weight on his chest that matched the knot in
his gut. He was definitely worried for his lover. He wasn't sure
if it really was better to be down here. Knowing what Chakotay
was dealing with eased his own mind, but he doubted the older
man was going to appreciate the presence of his friends and
crewmates for what was bound to be a trying experience. /I only
hope Chak was right about the public outfits offering a little
more coverage./

Tom's attention, as well as everyone else's, was drawn to the
center of the room, where the panels were being carried away to
reveal the other half of the reception hall. A golden throne
sporting ornately carved legs and arms and cushioned in red
velvet sat against a wall on a three-step dais. Above it a giant
crystal rested in a gold setting much like the ministers' seals.
Several smaller but still sumptuous seats formed lines on either
side of the throne. Two banks of more mundane chairs were placed
on the floor, perpendicular to the platform.

Sisryn appeared at the Captain's elbow. "Your supplies have been
delivered. Let me guide you to your places," she said, leading
the way.

"I guess we really will have front-row seats," Harry muttered as
he settled down next to Tom. He noted that the Captain had the
end chair closest to the platform, followed by Tom, himself,
B'Elanna, the Doc, Tuvok, Seven and Neelix. He watched as the
seats across from them were filled with richly-robed Rutali, and
could hear people making their way into the rows of chairs
behind the Voyager crew.

Sisryn nodded farewell to Captain Janeway and made her way up
the steps to take the first seat on the left-hand side of the
throne, the same side as the aliens' positions. She sighed and
twisted her hands, eager to get the ritual finished. Anxious to
learn what the Regent had in store for Chakotay. She was soon
joined by other ministers, all wearing their crystals. The
throne, and the first two chairs on its right-hand side,
remained empty.

A gong sounded from somewhere, its echoes bouncing off the walls
and climbing to brush against the vaulted ceiling. After a few
moments a murmur swept across the room, causing all eyes to turn
to watch the Larat make his way down the aisle as he escorted
Milady.

"Wow," Harry breathed, and sensed the heads around him nodding
in agreement. "You were right, Tom," he said quietly to his
friend, "Chakotay looks magnificent."

All Tom could do was sit, soul burning with love and desire, his
eyes clinging to the gold-clad figure of his Titan. Chakotay's
arms were bared by the sleeveless vest he wore. The deep vee of
the neckline showed off the Rutali seal, and the nipped-in waist
of the garment ended just slightly below the top of his
trousers. Those were just a little tighter than his flamenco
pants, showing off his legs and hugging the curves of his
bottom. Matching sandals completed the ensemble.

Gold decorated Chakotay's face as well. A bright, thin outline
made his tattoo gleam, and a meticulously placed pattern of tiny
gold dots drew focus to the depth and darkness of his eyes. He
looked like he could have been a Mayan prince ascending his
throne.

Instead, Chakotay walked with Milady up the steps to the
right-hand line of chairs. He assisted her to the second seat
from the center, and lowered himself into the first.

Tom caught a quick glance of mingled concern and caring from
Chakotay, and felt some of the tension in his body ease. Then
the older man turned to face forward, waiting quietly at the
throne's right hand.

The gong sounded forth once more. Heads turned again as the
Regent's confident strides conquered the ground between himself
and the place reserved for him.

Nedal barely glanced at the Voyager crew. His attention was
captured by the image of his Larat, calmly watching him approach
the dais. He couldn't quite read the expression in the brown
eyes. Serenity, perhaps hints of concern, challenge, even the
faintest spark of interest. His hungry gaze confirmed the
considerable musculature of Chakotay's body as arousal rose. As
he spun to take his seat he caught sight of Tom Paris, his
golden one. Strangely, for the first time in his adult life
Nedal had no interest in a blond, even such a comely specimen as
his goband. The shift in his obsession was complete.

The Regent studied Chakotay's profile out of the corner of his
eye. For a single moment he pondered what might have been. His
intent wavered as he considered holding back his revenge and
accepting what the human would freely offer in the course of his
duties. But it was a fleeting hesitation. Nedal soon shrugged
off the promise of this morning's dream and set his sights on
his planned reality.

/What a magnificent claiming it might have been, my Larat.
Still, I think I will enjoy forcing your submission. It is a
fair consolation prize for the loss of your willing passion./ He
nodded to Sisryn, signaling the beginning of the ceremony.

Chakotay had instinctively tensed at the feel of those eyes upon
him once more. Something had changed in Nedal's regard. The
indifference had long ago transmuted to anger, but now there was
anticipation and the possession of a sexual predator. Chakotay
was uncomfortably reminded of Tom's gaze from the night of the
chains. He swallowed but maintained his stoic façade.

The gong rang again as the Chief Consul stood to address the
assembly. "The Celestials have gifted us with many laws and
traditions to guide the Rutali and shape our destiny. One
time-honored custom is the pledge of service. When a group of
aliens requests the use of the Celestials' conduit, our
wormhole, a single representative is chosen. He or she is
offered the seal of Larat, and agrees to become the attendant of
the Regent. To anticipate his needs, satisfy his desires,
fulfill his fantasies---barring, of course, the duties refused
in accordance with the rite of acceptance."

She turned slightly, so she could see Nedal and Chakotay.
"Chakotay of the Federation Starship Voyager. You have been
offered the seal and title of Larat. You have studied the great
book and prepared to serve the Regent. Do you accept this honor
and duty? What conditions do you set?"

Chakotay rose and also turned slightly, mirroring Sisryn's
position. He could clearly see his crewmates, but chose instead
to focus on the Chief Consul. "I, Chakotay of Voyager, do accept
the duties of Larat in exchange for my vessel's journey through
the Celestials' conduit. I agree to serve the Regent with these
refusals. No fisting. No restraints. No blindfolds. No pain. No
kissing."

The fifth item caused an uproar as Rutali voices rose in protest
and dismay. The Voyager crew sat in the midst of the upset
throng. They were struggling to absorb this blunt sign of the
type of activities Chakotay had committed to, and to understand
why anyone else other than Nedal would care about the refusals.

The gong silenced the crowd. Sisryn nodded to Chakotay. "Your
acceptance, and refusals, are acknowledged. Larat, take your
place at the Regent's side."

Chakotay in his turn nodded and resumed his seat, taking care
that his own puzzlement at the audience's reaction didn't show
on his face.

Nedal simmered with anger. He would not be denied the sweetness
of that lush mouth. It was his to do with as he pleased, the
same as every other part of his Larat. All his. He suppressed
his growl and relaxed into the cushions. Now was not the time to
act. Not yet.

Sisryn took a deep breath and fully faced Chakotay. She didn't
want to see the Voyager crew's response to her next words. "Now
I must reveal to you, Larat, something that is not in the tome
you studied. It is not listed among the duties because it
*cannot* be refused. Privilege."

She paused and swallowed, then continued. "The crystal around
your neck---indeed, that every Rutali minister must always
wear---they are more than symbols of office or mere pieces of
jewelry. They are gifts from the Celestials themselves, windows
to the seal-bearer's bodies, minds, spirits, hearts." She
pointed to the larger gem above their heads. "All crystals are
called Eyes of the Celestials, and the larger ones allow Rutali
citizens access to the smaller, giving them insights into those
who hold power over their prides."

The Chief Consul lowered her arm. "The Great Eyes reside in
temples throughout the Rutali empire. Those who win the
Privilege can rest a hand upon one and step into the body and
soul of anyone who wears a crystal seal. They live as that
person, hearing their thoughts, breathing their air, feeling
with their nerves, seeing through their eyes."

She stared at Chakotay. "In the past, when a Larat has been
chosen, Privilege has been sought to live through the Regent. To
experience the claiming, the many days and nights of service.
The pleasure in the alien's surrender of will. That has also
been true in this case, as Rutali clamor for the chance to take
you, Chakotay, if only by proxy."

Now her eyes flicked over the crowd. "But you are unique as
well. Always, people are assigned to live as the Larat, to
monitor him or her. To ensure the Rutali are not betrayed by the
one who has agreed to abide by our traditions."

She turned back to peer deep into stunned brown eyes. "The
Rutali assigned to watch over you became mesmerized by you,
Chakotay. And that interest has overtaken the whole of our
people. They are fascinated by you. With the way you find a
balance between body and spirit, mind and soul. How you can both
take control and yield it, be strong yet gentle, tread a path
between conflict and peace, individuality and harmony. You are
both predator and prey, blending the best of both."

Sisryn offered him an ironic lift of brows. "For the first time
in our memory, as many people have bid for the Privilege of
being the Larat as the Regent."

Chakotay's face reflected his horror. "So I have been spied on
the entire time? Ever since I put on this thing?" He flicked the
crystal, now feeling choked by its gold circlet. He sent a quick
glance toward Tom. "You were there when I---"

"When you chose to act with honor and integrity. To do your best
for your people by asking for help in learning new ways of
passion." Her expression grew wistful. "And when you opened your
heart to love."

The Rutali straightened her shoulders, throwing off some
reverie. "Actually, I've only read reports of your activities.
Those who wear the seals of office may not 'spy on' the Larat
until the term of service has ended. Then they may relive any
past experience they wish, the same as any other citizen."

Milady piped up, her voice not entirely hiding amusement. "Face
it, Chakotay, you're going to be part of Rutali history. And
from what I've heard, starring in a *lot* of people's fantasies.
We'll be lucky the crystals don't wear out."

"Actually, Milady, you are more correct than you know." Nedal
rose from his throne. The time had come. He waved Sisryn to her
seat and faced the crowd fully, turning his back on his
ministers and Chakotay. His voice rang across the room. "I have
studied the history of Privilege. It springs from very ancient
roots, from the time before the gifts of the Celestials were
fully understood."

His eyes swept the room, lingering a moment on the Voyager crew.
"In those early days, territorial wars raged between the prides.
Hostages were often captured and held in thrall to the
conqueror, as a guarantee of obedience by the defeated. At that
time, the Privilege of possessing these Larats was literal.
Those in servitude were passed hand-to-hand to be enjoyed by
anyone the leader bestowed the favor upon."

Nedal stepped aside so Chakotay could be clearly seen. "I
propose to return to that most venerable tradition. To offer you
the chance to bid for the use of my Larat---when I myself have
finished with him."

"No!" Harry leapt up instantly.

"You can't do that!" B'Elanna's shout was almost a roar.

"You bastard!" Tom launched himself forward, only to be shoved
back by his Captain.

"This ends here and now!" Kathryn's decisive order cut through
the air.

"Silence, you fools!" Sisryn's angry shout stopped them cold.
She sank back into her seat. "You've walked right into his
trap," she whispered. The tiny, dejected sound could easily be
heard in the sudden silence.

Despair filled the four still standing as they realized what
they had done. In speaking out to protest the injustice against
Chakotay, they had handed Nedal the means to hurt him even more.
Through them, or because of them. Four pairs of eyes begged
forgiveness from the mute figure on the dais.

Chakotay tried to steady his breathing. He wasn't sure what the
Regent had accomplished, but he knew that things did not bode
well for him or his friends. He smiled at them sadly, and
shrugged. He didn't blame them for losing control. They were
only trying to stand up for a member of their family. The way
they always did.

Nedal stepped down from the platform, strolling over to the
quartet of aliens. "So, you offer challenge to my rule?"

"No, Regent. We were simply informing you that we wish to
withdraw from the agreement. We will leave immediately, depart
your orbit and continue our journey without the aid of your
wormhole." Kathryn's voice was calm but her eyes were filled
with contempt.

"I'm afraid that's not possible, my dear Captain." Nedal was
practically purring. "You were warned that any interruption of
the proceedings would be viewed as a challenge. So even if the
contract between myself and the Larat ended at this moment, the
four of you would still be headed into the arena to face my
claws." He loomed over her and smiled. "My bare claws, since
this is indeed a full affront to my sovereignty."

He ran his eyes over the others, lingering on the blond that
once fired his dreams. Now he simply surveyed him like the rest,
cataloging the human's weaknesses. He waved them to their seats.
Then he nodded to himself and wandered back to the steps,
ascending the platform to his throne. He paused before seating
himself as if suddenly struck by a thought. "Of course, none of
this is really your decision, Captain Janeway." He looked at
Chakotay, triumph in his gaze. "All choices rest with the
Larat."

"And what are those choices, my liege?" Chakotay kept his voice
calm and expression serene, but inside he was shaking with anger
at this selfish, self-important tyrant and fear for what would
happen to his friends. He knew that as good as each of them were
as fighters, they would be extremely vulnerable to an
unrestrained Nedal. Too vulnerable. Chakotay couldn't risk their
getting hurt or killed.

"It's very simple. You agree to fulfill your term of service,
including *my* version of Privilege." He once again slid his
eyes over the powerful form. "And you relinquish your refusals,
one for each protest."

Chakotay stood, chin lifted and shoulders straight. "I accept
your terms." He refused to look at Tom. He couldn't bear to see
the love die in the bright gaze. He knew his siren had been
hiding his struggles with the idea of Chakotay's time with
Nedal. He couldn't expect the younger man to also forgive being
supplanted by the dozens of Rutali Chakotay would now be
compelled to "serve". Tears pricked Chakotay's eyes, but he
forced them back. Once more, in his mind, he let Tom go. His
gaze and voice were firm and completely steady as he faced
Nedal. "That leaves me with one refusal. My condition for
service is...no kissing."

Tom felt his soul shriveling. He could see Chakotay's battle to
appear unmoved, but he also read the sorrow and resignation that
glimmered deep in the dark eyes. His Titan was giving up their
bond---on the idea that he and Tom had a future beyond this
moment. Chakotay's refusal to let another pair of lips touch his
own was clearly a sign that he wanted to keep the memory of
their last kiss safe and unsullied in his memory. Because he
didn't think he'd ever be granted another. The older man
probably believed that Tom could never continue to have feelings
for a person who whored himself on such a scale. He was so
wrong.

Tom felt the fire still burning, sure and constant despite the
suffocating weight of his own guilt and grief for being partly
to blame for the current situation. And he knew that his
acceptance of Chakotay on these or any other terms was a
strength, not the weakness he had always feared. It was his
choice, and he made it freely. Because he trusted that
Chakotay's heart would be true. Would still be with him. Always.
And Tom had to tell him that before the chance slipped away
forever. "Marry me, Chakotay," he called out. He didn't stand
but kept his eyes firmly fixed on his Titan, willing him to
trust, and believe. "I love you, and I'll be waiting for you. No
matter what happens or how long you're here."

Chakotay stared at Tom, acutely feeling every millimeter that
separated them. And yet he also felt the love in those blue eyes
reaching across the distance, merging with the flame that he
still kept safe in his own heart. The heart he knew would always
be Tom's, along with his soul. Tom's crazy proposal and proud
declaration sparked joy. And hope. And determination. Nedal
would mean nothing to Chakotay. Nor would any of the others.
Because they didn't mean anything to Tom. His siren was asking
for trust, one last time. Of course Tom had it. He always would.
The way he would always have Chakotay.

Chakotay nodded and gave Tom a blushing smile that revealed all
of his heart, uncaring who saw it. The smile shifted to a grin
when he viewed Tom's answering smile, complete with equally
flaming cheeks.

Nedal had been in shock during this exchange. He'd been so sure
that Chakotay would not choose mere *kissing* as his refusal.
Being denied the curved rosy lips filled him with rage at being
thwarted. And to witness the exchange between the Larat he
sought to conquer and the goband he once expected to claim
hardened his resolve. These two would rue the day they thwarted
the Regent of the Rutali Empire.

He spun toward the wall, seeking out Sisryn and Milady. "That is
yet another challenge. It voids the final refusal. The Larat's
kiss is *mine*."

"No!" Milady stood. "The human's proposal was not directed to
you, nor did he seek to stop Chakotay from fulfilling his
promise. The refusal stands."

Nedal gave a roar of frustration and grabbed Chakotay, yanking
the dark head back. "Very well. You have chosen unwisely, Larat.
Rest assured we will be exploring all aspects of pain. As well
as restraint, sensory deprivation, and sexuality."

He glanced over his shoulder at the wincing Voyager crew. "You
are dismissed, outsiders. Your Chakotay will be returned when
his service to me---and all of my Privileged---is done." Nedal
lifted his other hand and ran the claws down one cheek,
scratching slightly. "Of course, he won't be nearly so pretty by
the time I'm done."

Kathryn closed her eyes a moment, seeking calm. Then she stood
and nodded to her people. They rose in dispirited unison and
turned to leave, but jerked around at a sudden roar of "Enough!"

Sisryn looked down, as if shocked to find herself standing with
chest heaving and fists clenched. Her eyes quickly scanned the
room full of shocked-still listeners, then she took a step
toward the Regent, who retained an unresisting Chakotay in his
harsh grip. "Enough," she repeated, more quietly. "Chakotay will
honor his agreement, Regent Nedal. You have read the same
reports I did. Of how this man had the strength to refuse the
offer of Tom Paris's body because he feared harming his
beloved's soul. That he loves so deeply he was willing to set
the object of those feelings free."

She moved closer, slipping her hand under the Regent's, pulling
the claws away from the smooth bronzed cheek. She met Nedal's
eyes. "You do not need to do this. Your Larat will serve you
with passion, to the best of his ability. There is no reason for
revenge. Abandon this mad scheme to taint the Celestials'
tradition of Privilege. Restore Chakotay's refusals and abide by
them."

"Do *you* seek to challenge me, Sisryn?" Nedal's was vibrating
with barely-held anger.

"No, my liege. I am begging you to restore dignity to your
reign. To walk the path that Chakotay has shown you. One of
honor, and integrity. Of keeping true to one's beliefs, and
being brave enough to sacrifice for the greater good. To know
that these virtues are not found only in prey, but also in an
enlightened predator---in Rutali. And that we will not be
diminished by them."

Nedal's lip curled in a condescending sneer. "You have always
been weak, Sisryn. And now you seek to taint me with these
foolish, alien ideas." He raked her with a despising look as he
wrenched his hand from her light grip. "You are not even worth
the trouble of cleaning my claws of your lifeblood. So I will
agree, there was no challenge. You are sworn to *me*, Consul. I
will not remind you again. You serve me, just as this Larat
does. Now be silent and take your place." He dismissed her,
turning away to focus on Chakotay again.

Chakotay gave Sisryn a grateful look but shook his head, trying
to discourage her from making another protest. He was honored
that she had so strongly identified with his ideals, but he
didn't want her to end up paying a harsh penalty for her
newfound sense of self. She ignored him.

"No." Sisryn's voice was louder now and full of conviction as
she placed a hand over the crystal on her breast. "You leave me
no choice but to end my service to such a selfish, corrupt
ruler. You have twisted the Celestials' laws and traditions to
suit your own petty desires. Cheated to further your own ends.
And worse---ordered me to do the same. But no more."

She proclaimed, "I, Sisryn, do hereby resign my title and seal
of Chief Consul. I renounce all claim to the benefits of my
position, and abandon all oaths of service. I---"

"Wait, Sisryn, think carefully about this." Milady hurried over
to the trio, anxiously searching the younger woman's face. "You
will again be forced into the constant fights between the
prides, for territory, for a mate, for your place in the empire.
Are you certain you wish to expose yourself to that?"

"No, Milady, that's not what I'm going to do." Sisryn looked at
her, then Nedal and finally Chakotay. "I will work for all of my
people, not just a single pride and not just myself. I will
fight only to defend myself, and never kill unless given no
other choice. I will try to find the strength to be at peace
within and without. To truly know that the needs of the many
outweigh the needs of the few."

"Or the one," Chakotay said softly. Despite the hold on his
head, he conveyed his respect in a small nod and a warm,
admiring gaze.

"Silence!" Nedal hissed, this time laying his claws along
Chakotay's jaw. "You will be silent or I will tear that
seditious tongue out by the roots." He flung Chakotay away from
him and turned on Sisryn. He reached out and ripped her hand
away from her seal. He grabbed it in his own and shouted, "I
accept the resignation of Chief Consul Sisryn. She is stripped
of all titles, properties and rights. So is my decree as Regent
of the Rutali Empire." He released the seal with snort of
contempt.

The crystal around Sisryn's neck began to glow. Suddenly the
gold circlet was not so solid. A link appeared and opened, but
instead of dropping to the ground the object rose up to the
Great Eye in the wall. When the crystals touched the smaller one
was absorbed and the metal setting disappeared.

"It seems the Celestials also approved your resignation."
Milady's mouth was a thin line of tension as she regarded the
former Consul. "Take your place among the rabble, Sisryn."

The words broke the tableau. Captain Janeway shifted to make
room for the Rutali while Chakotay regained his balance and
Milady stepped up to Nedal. "What is your will, Regent?"

Nedal's narrowed eyes had followed his former Chief Consul's
trek from the platform. He now swung back, his anger focusing on
Chakotay. "I wish to give my subjects a full picture of what
they will be bidding on." He slowly circled the human. Without
warning, he set his claws into the gold cloth of Chakotay's
vest. A moment later the garment fluttered in shreds to the
floor. He moved to run those same sharp talons down the muscled
back, leaving the faintest of scratches.

Chakotay took a deep breath and reached for strength and calm.
Whatever happened, he would endure. And return to Tom.

Tom fixed his eyes on Chakotay, determined to offer his silent
support throughout whatever ordeal awaited the man he loved.

Sisryn clenched her hands and wished she'd had the courage to
truly challenge Nedal. The best that she could do for Chakotay
now was bear witness and work to ensure such a travesty never
happened again.

Nedal ended his musings, sheathing his claws and summoning a
page with a jerk of his arm. "Go to the royal chamber. Bring me
a set of cuffs and chains, and the heaviest whip available." He
looked at Chakotay. "You won't have an inch of skin
unscarred---external or internal---by the time I'm done." He
growled, "You will beg for mercy, and for death. I will grant
you neither."

"Fair warning, Regent," Milady said, "the Larat is not to be
permanently damaged. That has *always* been part of Rutali law."

Nedal chuckled. "I am the ruler here. I will do as I please. My
Larat will not protest if he wishes to keep his friends safe and
get his crew closer to home. He has no choice."

"But you do," Milady said. "Are you sure you will not rescind
this decision?"

Nedal walked over to grab the whip that had just been brought to
him. It was an ugly, thick thing. He cracked it, admiring the
deep mark he left in the marble floor. He grabbed Chakotay's
chin and again probed the dark eyes. They showed no fear. He
released the human with a growl. "I *will* have my fill of
revenge. As well as other forms of satisfaction, Milady. Do not
ask me again."

Chakotay tried not to tense as he sensed Nedal step behind him.
He knew that this would be nothing like the game he and Tom had
played. He also had a strong suspicion that Nedal meant the
public flogging to be followed by a very public fucking. /I
doubt anyone will want to experience my perspective of *this*./
He closed his eyes and waited for the first blow to fall.

"So be it." Milady said raised both hands as *her* crystal began
to glow. That small brightness was nothing compared to the
similar light shining from the Great Eye above them. Her voice
filled the room. "It has been generations since the Celestials
have openly interfered in the affairs of their people. But this
is a time of crisis, and change."

She looked at her leader. "Nedal, Regent of the Rutali Empire,
you are hereby judged by the Celestials themselves. You are
found unworthy of the title and seal you bear. They declare your
reign ended forever, and set upon you the punishment of all who
seek to corrupt the great strength of the Rutali prides with
hatred, pettiness and greed."

Nedal had frozen at the apex of his strike, the length of
leather dangling behind his raised hand. His seal started to
glow, brighter and brighter. He dropped the whip and screamed,
trying to tear the crystal from his chest or open the circlet.
Instead, the crystal's radiance seemed to engulf him slowly as
he continued to thrash, struggling to free himself from the
expanding aura.

Chakotay had turned at the sound and now stared in silence with
the others as the light completely covered the Regent's tall
figure. With one last burst of brilliance he was gone, the
glowing crystal floating in the air where he had stood.

Milady nodded and once more addressed the audience. "Nedal had
been given fair warning. The Larat and the Regent have always
been entwined. The Celestials designed them to be tests for one
another. The Larat's crystal reveals the honor, or lack of same,
in the aliens who come to our world and influence its people.
That Nedal well knew."

She paused to sweep her eyes over the crowd, then continued.
"What Nedal and everyone else has forgotten is that the bonding
also serves the Rutali people. It determines the strength of the
Regent's character. For the true test of power is in its
moderation. And what better way to measure a leader's restraint
than to gauge their actions toward someone who is completely at
their mercy."

The elderly Rutali indicated the floating seal. "Nedal failed
the test and has been punished accordingly. The Celestials have
chosen a new Regent, one who will lead our people into a new
age. One in which we find balance to our natures by embracing a
measure of harmony and peace. These long-denied but long-desired
qualities will meld with our strong natures, making us all that
we have ever wished to be." She fell silent.

All eyes followed the gleaming necklace as it began to move. It
stopped and hovered before Chakotay.

Tom felt his heart leap into his throat, and watched for the
slightest shift of the crystal toward his beloved. Eventually it
floated away from Chakotay. Tom's relieved sigh was echoed by
seven others and the slight release of tension in the
half-clothed figure on the dais.

Sisryn had sighed as well, but hers was tinged with
disappointment. Then her eyes widened as the gleaming object
sped up, flying swiftly to the bank of chairs. *Her* group of
seats, in fact. And then it stopped directly before her. She
stared at the glowing seal as if she had never seen it before.
She looked at Milady. "I can't be---"

"It's yours." Milady said quietly but firmly. "The Celestials
believe in you. That the ideals you have learned from these
aliens will benefit the Rutali. They are sure that you are
strong enough to meet the challenges ahead, whatever form they
take." She gave her former fellow minister a fond smile. "All
you have to do, Sisryn, is prove you are courageous enough to
accept it."

Sisryn stood, straight and proud. She lifted her hands to grasp
the seal. As she settled it around her neck the link dissolved
into a solid circlet once more. She approached the steps and
ascended. Milady's crystal and the Great Eye dimmed, their
mission complete.

The new Regent's voice was confident and sure as she turned to
address the waiting Rutali. "On behalf of all our people, I
accept the seal of Regent. Know that the Celestials have chosen
me to lead the prides on a new path." Her eyes swept over them
all. "Some of you will not like the journey, or approve of the
destination. I challenge *you*. Organize your arguments, speak
your mind, and if you truly believe you know better, face me in
the arena."

Her smile was gentle, but still reflected the strength of her
predator heritage. "I will listen to your concerns, and if you
wish, accept your challenges to my authority. I give you fair
warning that in combat I will show mercy, but I will *never* let
you win."

The Rutali leapt to their feet as one, swept into the moment,
roaring and clapping approval of their new and very different
Regent. The Voyager staff joined in the standing ovation, relief
at this turn of events joining with their joy in Sisryn's change
of status.

The gong sounded, ordering silence from the crowd. As it fell
and the audience returned to their seats, Milady stepped
forward. "What are your orders, my liege?"

Sisryn turned to Chakotay. For a brief moment her eyes absorbed
the magnificence of *her* Larat. A hundred wild visions danced
through her head, all of them involving sex and the beautiful
creature before her.

Then she looked into Chakotay's waiting eyes and smiled
ruefully. "I know you would serve me well, Chakotay, gifting me
with both your tenderness and passion." She sighed. "But it is
not to be. I cannot stand in the way of the love I have seen
grow between you and Tom. Not when I hope one day to be blessed
with such a bond myself."

She turned toward the aliens and Rutali and lifted a hand,
indicating the anxiously observing blond. "Tom Paris has pledged
his troth to my Larat, and Chakotay has accepted. I will not
diminish that by indulging in the personal service outlined in
tradition." A wondering, disappointed murmur rippled through the
crowd and faded. Sisryn continued, "Instead, I invite Chakotay's
mate, Tom Paris, to join his beloved on Ruta until such time as
the Chosen is released."

"Damn. There go the profits from *your* Privilege." Milady said
regretfully, but her eyes approved of her new leader's actions.
Her gaze then roamed over Chakotay's half-naked body as she
considered. "Of course, the increased bids for the Larat's
experiences will no doubt compensate for much of it."

Her eyes glinted with mischief as she looked pointedly at Tom.
"And if we could rustle up another seal and title for
BlondieBoy, we'd get both sides of their encounters. I'm sure it
would be well worth the effort."

Tom gulped and opened his mouth to protest until he caught the
amused glances of the two women. He could hear his friends
chuckling around him as he blushed. /Geez, Chakotay was right.
It *is* contagious./ He was about to duck his head and try to
scrunch into his seat to hide when he caught sight of Chakotay.
The fire in his Titan's brown eyes spanned the space between
them to wrap him in the warmth of love, and tease his
imagination with thoughts of passion.

Tom began to realize what an opportunity he was being given. A
vacation in a luxurious palace with nothing to do but spend time
with the man he loved. His eyes glowed with their own rekindled
interest as he grinned from ear to ear. He turned to his
Captain. "Permission to stay on the planet, ma'am?"

"Denied!" Milady blurted as her seal and the Great Eye sparked
to life again. She looked at Sisryn. "Regent, your generosity
and integrity have confirmed the Celestials' choice. No more
lessons need be learned." She nodded toward Chakotay's seal,
which glowed and transformed. The link opened and the necklace
slid away to hover in the air a moment, then disappear.

"It has returned to its resting place to await the next Larat."
Milady briskly stepped up to the human. "You are released from
your service, Chakotay. Your things have been returned to your
ship, and all of your crew must immediately depart as well. The
wormhole will open the moment you are aboard."

Chakotay gaped at the woman. "You mean that's it? My tenure is
done?" He couldn't quite believe it after all his preparations.
Of course, he was also greatly relieved that he wouldn't have to
cheat on Tom at all.

"Yes. You've had the shortest, but most exciting, time on Ruta
of any Larat I've seen. Another one for the history books."
Milady chuckled, then sobered. "Rest assured, Chakotay, you have
passed your tests and served both our peoples well."

"Thank you," he replied. He took her hand and raised it for a
kiss. "And farewell."

Milady simply nodded and watched as Chakotay turned and
approached Sisryn.

The new Regent was blinking back tears. She knew she had never
had a chance with this man, but she still was saddened by
thoughts of what might have been. "Good-bye, Chakotay," she said
as she offered him her hand as well.

Chakotay clasped the slender, tawny fingers, then looked into
the brimming golden eyes. "I will never forget you, Sisryn." He
leaned in to kiss her very gently on the lips, trying to convey
gratitude, friendship, loss...and love. Just not the kind the
beautiful and brave woman deserved. When they parted he raised
his other hand to cradle her cheek. "May you find a mate who is
worthy of you, Sisryn. A match in body, mind, and spirit."

They simply nodded then, wishing each other well. Then Chakotay
turned and descended the steps to stand with his crew. As
Kathryn raised her hand to signal for a beamout Milady
interrupted her.

"Remember this also: the Larat and his mate must stay on the
bridge from the moment you leave here until you exit the
wormhole." At the puzzled glances that greeted her announcement
she shrugged and said, "Hey, I'm just the messenger. You'll have
to ask the Celestials why they gave that order." She waved her
hand and the aliens disappeared in a white gleam. All of the
crystals quieted once more.

"I'm sorry to see them go," Sisryn said, moving to stand beside
Milady.

"Yes I concur, especially now that I know exactly what Chakotay
looked like as a Larat."

"Milady!" Sisryn's scandalized gaze was met with an unrepentant
shrug.

"Hey, I'm old---not dead. Besides, I've got a bid in for
Privilege myself." She waggled her eyebrows at the Regent, then
lightly grasped the younger woman's arm. "Come on. If you're
going to keep that seal you'll have to learn to hold your
liquor, and this day certainly calls for a celebration."

Sisryn stopped as her eyes narrowed. "Is there something you
haven't told me? Just *what* are we celebrating, exactly?"

"My retirement," Milady said with satisfaction. She looked
Sisryn up and down. "Not immediately, mind you. You need some
seasoning and being Regent for a decade or so should do it. But
at least now I know I'll still be spry enough to enjoy my time
off once I get it."

"I'm supposed to succeed *you*?" Sisryn hadn't thought there
could be yet another surprise this day.

"Yep. Of course, *you'll* be stuck with that awful title I
abandoned years ago." She poked Sisryn's ribs with an elbow.
"Emissary."

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Kathryn had to admit she had a spectacular view. The wormhole
had opened practically the second Tom sat at the Conn. They'd
sped toward the graceful, shimmering opening in the blackness of
space and glided through.

Now they were traveling through a tunnel of light. The shifting
colors threw patterns against the walls of the bridge and
people's faces.

Of course, the viewscreen wasn't the only place to rest her
eyes. Chakotay was still dressed in the sandals and clingy gold
trousers that were all that was left of his Larat outfit. And he
had chosen to stand near Tom, behind and slightly to the right
of the pilot's chair, one hand resting on his lover's shoulder
in a silent gesture of support.

/Well *I'm* certainly not going to tell him to sit down.
Besides, his chair is taken./ She turned to her left to smile at
Ken, glad that her First Officer had taken it upon himself to
invite the ex-Maquis to the bridge. She reached over and grasped
Ken's hand, giving it an excited squeeze.

Ken met his beloved's shining gaze and also smiled. He raised
the delicate fingers to his mouth and kissed them lingeringly,
then lowered their clasped hands to the armrest.

Tom kept an eye on the viewscreen and his console, but his body
was busy absorbing the warmth of the hand on his shoulder and
the faint hints of Chakotay's scent that teased his nostrils. He
needed the reassurance that his lover was with him, safe and
sound. He sighed and finally released the tension of the last
few hours.

Chakotay heard the sigh and gave a comforting squeeze. He was
still a little dazed at the turn of events, but filled with joy
at the thoughts of a future with the man seated before him. He
didn't even try to suppress his smile as he continued to watch
the wormhole's soft glow. Then he frowned as his inner timeclock
made some calculations. "Haven't we been in here an awfully long
time?" he asked.

"One hour, 19 minutes," Harry immediately reported. He looked up
with barely concealed eagerness. "That's a good sign, isn't it?"

"As we have no tables correlating distance traveled with time
inside the phenomenon, Ensign Kim, it would be wise not to
speculate," Tuvok said dispassionately.

"Well, I for one am hoping we at least end up somewhere
friendly," B'Elanna said from the engineering station. "It would
be too ironic if this thing dumped us in the middle of a war
zone."

"There is no evidence to suggest that such an event will occur."
Seven turned from her console to send a cool glance toward the
half-Klingon. "Unless I have not been given access to all data."

"No, no, Seven, I think B'Elanna's just keeping the worst-case
scenario in mind. Being prepared for anything is always a good
way to approach an unknown situation." Neelix gave both ladies a
placating smile from where he hovered at the back of the bridge.

Ken lifted his brows at Kathryn as if to ask, "Are they always
like this?" She just shook her head at him and rolled her eyes.

Tom and Chakotay smiled at each other, comforted by the everyday
sounds of the senior staff's good-natured bickering. Then they
were suddenly alone. Tom was standing next to Chakotay and they
were surrounded by the pulsing light of the wormhole itself.

"We are pleased," a pseudo-Sisryn said as she appeared in the
glow, walking around the men. "You have served us well."

"You will be rewarded," a fake Milady stepped forward, peering
at the humans with her wise old eyes. "The Larat and his mate
will be free. Free to live. Free to love."

"Our kin have agreed. Your path will lead to their door. They
have contacted their Chosen. You will be free. He will make it
so." This Nedal looked at them blankly, neither anger nor hunger
in his gaze.

Tom had barely gotten the chance to glance at Chakotay's equally
puzzled face before they were back on the bridge. He opened his
mouth to comment but the flash of his console caught his eye.
"The wormhole exit is coming up. Ten seconds."

The entire crew held its breath as Voyager left the tunnel of
light and was surrounded once more by the eternal night of
space.

Chakotay immediately called, "Harry, where are we?" He saw Tom's
hand reach up to grasp his own, which still rested on a slender
shoulder.

"We're---I can't believe it---we're home." Harry's voice and
face held awe as he looked up to meet stunned faces. "Somehow we
ended up in the *Bajoran* wormhole. We're just a few minutes
from Deep Space Nine."

Before anyone had a chance to absorb the incredible news, Harry
snapped to attention. "A Federation ship is coming to meet us,
Captain." He stared at his readouts, then stated, "It's the
Defiant. They're hailing us."

"Open a channel, Mr. Kim." Kathryn stood and walked to the front
of the bridge, taking up a position beside Chakotay. She smiled
delightedly at the man who appeared on the screen.
"Commander---Pardon me, *Captain* Sisko," she said as she noted
the extra pip. "What can we do for you today?"

Benjamin Sisko smiled at the crew who were about to fly into
Starfleet's history books. "You can accept my welcome home,
Captain Janeway. I was told to expect you." He shook his head.
"But I still can't believe it." He leaned back in his chair.
"You can also tell me what you've been up to these last four
years. How the Prophets knew you were coming. How you managed to
get full pardons for your crew from Starfleet before we were
even sure you still existed. How a ship stranded in the Delta
Quadrant exits a wormhole that originates in the Gamma. But most
importantly---" Now his eyes gleamed with an interested light as
they swept over Chakotay's half-clad form, "---why your First
Officer is so dazzlingly out of uniform."

Chakotay blushed, while Tom shifted to the right, trying to
block some of what Sisko was so appreciatively gazing upon.
"Where are all those beige sacks when you need one," Tom
muttered, dropping his hand.

Chakotay heard the comment and gave Tom's shoulder a last
squeeze before he dropped his hand as well. He stepped forward a
little. "If I may, Captains. The answer to most of your
questions is simple. Our being here is a strange and wonderful
gift from Delta Quadrant entities very similar to the Bajoran
Prophets."

He decided to set Tom's mind at ease as he continued, "It's a
long story. And I'm sorry if my attire has given you the wrong
impression. You see, as thrilled as I am to be home, it's still
only the second-best present that I've ever received. The first
is the love of the man beside me." He smiled at Tom as he
finished.

Tom turned, surprised at Chakotay's unexpected candor. He was
stunned the second he saw Chakotay's face. The love was again
openly revealed. Fire burned in the dark eyes, surrounding him
and drawing him in. He unconsciously set the autopilot as he
rose from his chair and wrapped his arms around his beautiful
Titan. "Thank you," he said breathlessly, his lips hovering
above their full counterparts.

"I love you." Chakotay whispered in return, and kissed Tom with
all of the tenderness and passion and trust in his soul.

Tom opened his mouth, melting into Chakotay the way he always
did. The way he knew he always would.

Kathryn shook her head at Sisko's flabbergast face. She smiled
fondly at the entwined pair as she spoke the thought on
everyone's minds.

"These two are hopeless. Absolutely hopeless."

THE END