Inspiration for this story comes from Margaret Berger's "Sweet Dreams 8: 
Spice Rack" where Tom, under the influence of painkillers, is talking 
without thinking. I challenged the CPSG to write stories where one or the 
other is influenced by drugs, or something else, that leaves them unable 
to censor what they are saying. Then, of course, I had to write a story, 
myself, to meet the challenge!

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Under the Influence 
by Lianne Burwell
January 1998
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Tom Paris was on duty when the call came in from the away team. Voyager 
was negotiating with the government of Lamun, a pleasant planet with an 
unsettled political system, for technological equipment that could be 
modified to repair needed systems, especially their dwindling supply of 
shuttles. The Lamun government was eager to make a trade for various 
types of information, especially medical, but there were opposition 
factions that were against dealing with *any* "outsiders".

"Emergency beam-up, directly to sickbay!" Harry Kim sounded almost 
panicked.

"Report, Mr. Kim" The Captain spoke calmly as the rest of the bridge crew 
watched her worriedly.

"There was an attack as we were entering the government center. Commander 
Chakotay was hit with some sort of dart. Our escort says that it was 
probably dipped in a local poison that is supposed to be very fast 
acting. The doctor is doing what he can, but..."

"Understood. Mr. Paris, you're with me."

Tom had gone completely white. When he stood, he had to grab at the back 
of his chair to keep from falling over. As soon as the dizziness eased he 
moved to join the Captain in the turbo-lift. On the way to sickbay he 
opened his mouth several times to speak, but he couldn't quite manage to 
make any sound. Janeway squeezed his shoulder gently.

"Don't worry, Tom. I'm sure the doctor will be able to handle it." He 
nodded, not sure that he believed her, but desperate to try.

* * * * *

At the doors to sickbay, they were met by the doctor.

"Doctor, how is he?" asked the Captain with a worried frown.

"Oh, there was no need for worry. The toxin used may be almost 
instantaneously fatal for one of this world's species, by the effect on a 
human is apparently quite different. It's quite interesting, in fact."

Tom ignored the doctor. All he could see was his lover, perched on the 
edge of a diagnostic bed, gloriously *alive*. He rushed to Chakotay's 
side.

"Oh *gods*! I was so *worried*! Are you all right? Don't ever do that to me 
again!" Tom knew he was babbling, but didn't really care. But he did get 
a little worried when all his lover did was sit there and grin at him. 
"Chakotay?"

Suddenly he was caught in a bear hug that robbed him of breath.  This was 
followed by a tongue that seemed to want to lodge itself somewhere around 
his tonsils. He struggled for a second (although not very hard) then 
relaxed and began to participate a little more actively.

When he heard a discrete cough behind him, Tom finally found the 
strength, both physical and emotional, to pull away.

"As I was saying," the doctor said dryly. "The toxin that the commander 
was struck with may be fatal to a Lanum but the effect on a human is 
much milder. It is basically acting on his system like a combination of 
narcotics and alcohol. The effects should disappear in about fourteen 
hours. I recommend that the commander spend that time in his quarters. 
Perhaps Mr. Paris should take him there and stay with him in case of an 
adverse reaction later on?"

"Agreed," nodded the Captain. "Lieutenant, you are assigned to monitor 
the commander until tomorrow's duty shift." 

Chakotay swayed towards Tom with a leer. "You heard the Cap'n. Les go 
gorgeous." He followed that up with a *not* so subtle grope that had Tom 
blushing and the Captain smirking. After she left, Tom decided that he 
better get Chakotay to their quarters *fast*.

* * * * *

Halfway to their quarters Tom was mentally smacking himself for not 
having the transporter room beam them directly. The doctor had spouted 
some medical gobbledygook about why it would be better not to, but Tom 
was wishing he had risked it.

Chakotay was definitely acting like he was drunk. Tom had to half-carry 
the older man down the corridor to the turbo-lift. He wasn't sure, 
though, if the commander was faking it or not, since the grinning man was 
using it as a chance to keep groping Tom. Tom tried very hard to ignore 
the smirks and snickers of fellow crew-members that they passed along the 
way. He also tried to ignore the rock-hard erection he was sporting, but 
that was a little more difficult. Starfleet uniforms were *not* designed 
for these situations, so his pants were painfully tight in all the wrong 
places.

Meanwhile, Chakotay was keeping up a steady stream of rather loud sweet 
nothings -- of the x-rated variety -- for everyone to hear. The turbo-
lift arrived just as Chakotay started going into graphic detail about 
just what he intended to do to Tom as soon as they slowed down enough. 
Tom quickly maneuvered the other man into the lift, praying that it was 
empty.

The gods were not smiling. Inside he found B'Elanna Torres and Ensign 
Talbert from Life Sciences. Talbert gave them one look and quickly turned 
away, red-faced. B'Elanna just smirked at them and called out their 
destination to the computer for them.

"Soooo... Having fun boys?"

Tom couldn't think of any good comebacks. Even if he had, he still 
wouldn't have been able to use them, since as soon as the lift doors had 
closed behind them, Chakotay had pinned him to the back wall.

"Hmmmm... Always wanted to have you in a turbo-lift. Or maybe a Jefferies 
tube. Wanna try it sometime? Or maybe in the Captain's ready room. You'd 
have to be quiet, though. Nah, you're never quiet." Meanwhile, Chakotay's 
hands were roaming far and wide. Busy hands tugged at the fasteners on 
Tom's uniform and Chakotay's hips were undulating against Tom's.

The lift stopped once, and Ensign Talbert was off at almost a run. 
B'Elanna snickered at the sight, then turned back to watch the show.

Tom was doing his best to keep Chakotay's hands out of his uniform and 
was failing miserably. His squirming just seemed to encourage the other 
man and (if he were honest with himself) Tom was quickly losing the will 
to fight. In fact, his knees were about to buckle under him. He didn't 
even notice B'Elanna's smirking presence anymore.

* * * * *

Finally, the lift stopped on their deck. Now it was Chakotay who was 
dragging a barely mobile Tom down the corridor. Tom was in a haze, all 
brain functions having shut down as the blood rushed to his groin.  He 
was finally starting to notice their surroundings when the door to their 
quarters *whooshed* open in front of him. That brief moment of coherence 
was short-lived, though. Once through the door, he suddenly found himself 
flat on his back on the floor with a grinning Chakotay pulling his 
uniform off and tossing the pieces over his shoulder with a flourish. 
After Tom was naked, Chakotay repeated the same process for himself, 
while Tom licked suddenly dry lips.

Finally, both were naked and the still grinning commander landed on top 
of Tom, causing him exhale sharply from the weight.

"Wanna lick you, wanna suck you, wanna fuck you, wanna marry you, wanna 
kiss you, wanna bury myself in you and never come back out again..."

Faced with a writhing Chakotay, determined to use every part of his body 
to maximum effect, all Tom could do was explode with a scream.

Lying there -- breathless, sticky and trying to remember something very 
important -- Tom was surprised to find himself suddenly dragged to his 
feet. He blinked to find that a still active -- not to mention still 
*very* horny -- Chakotay was dragging him into the bedroom where Tom 
quickly found himself thrown onto the bed, with his lover landing beside 
him. With very little finesse, Chakotay pulled out the lube, prepared Tom 
and then plunged in. The pace he set was bruising and pulled them both 
over the edge very quickly.

Then Chakotay cuddled up behind him and they both slipped into sleep. 
With a last sleepy thought, Tom wondered how he could get a hold of a 
sample of this poison. He wouldn't mind Chakotay being like this again.

* * * * *

A few hours later, Tom woke to find Chakotay undulating behind him, cock 
already deeply buried. He groaned and started moving with the thrusts. 
Chakotay's hands roamed all over his front, from the neck, to the 
nipples, then the cock and back up again. Unlike the last time, this 
lovemaking was gentle and drawn-out.

Tom finally shuddered into orgasm and he felt Chakotay freeze behind him. 
Then the other man sighed, as Tom felt the warmth filling his back-end. 
Chakotay quickly fell asleep again, still sheathed inside Tom's body.

Tom followed him quickly with a contented moan, and a feeling that the 
next half-day was going to be very long and *very* enjoyable.

* * * * *

Fourteen and a quarter hours after Harry had first hailed Voyager, Tom 
woke again, feeling rather sore and *very* satisfied.

Chakotay, on the other hand, was moaning. He also looked decidedly green. 
Tom went to the replicator and called up a hypospray loaded with a 
standard anti-hangover medication and a large pitcher of ice water.

As he headed back to the bed, he was commed.

"Tom, is Chakotay recovered yet?" said the Captain in a concerned tone.

"Yes, Captain. He's just looking like the fourth day of a three-day pass, 
if you know what I mean."

The Captain's chuckle came over the comm as Chakotay snarled at him. 
"Well just remember, you are both due on duty in two hours. See you then, 
gentlemen."

Tom reached Chakotay and pressed the hypospray to the other man's arm. 
The medication quickly took effect, returning his complexion to something 
resembling his normal bronze color. Tom filled a large glass with water 
and held it out to him.

"Here, you need to replace a *lot* fluids after last night." Tom filled a 
second glass a quickly emptied it himself, sighing in relief as parched 
tissues soaked up the fluid. He refilled both their glasses.

When they had finished off the pitcher of water, he pulled his lover off 
the bed and into the bathroom. Once in the shower he scrubbed them both 
until the commander started showing some more signs of life.

"I... didn't hurt you last night, did I?" Chakotay sounded apologetic as he 
wrapped his arms around Tom's waist. Tom leaned into the embrace with a 
sigh.

"No. In fact, I rather enjoyed it. However... sitting at the conn will 
be... interesting today." He chuckled, and was relieved to hear an echo 
from the other man. "In fact, I wouldn't mind if you got like that a 
little more often."

They stood there, enjoying the warm spray for a few long minutes. Then 
Tom pulled up straight, finally remembering something.

"Did you mean that, last night? What you said?"

Chakotay blinked at him, confused. "Which thing that I said?"

Tom frowned at him. "You said you wanted to marry me."

Chakotay's eyes widened, then narrowed in thought. Tom stared at him, 
suddenly wishing he hadn't said anything. Then Chakotay smiled slowly.

"Well, I hadn't really though much about it but... yeah... I do want to marry 
you. If you're willing, that is."

"Yes!" Tom threw himself at Chakotay, and they kissed hungrily for a 
couple of minutes. Then they pulled apart and looked down.

"Damn, I think we wore them out," Chakotay said with a frown. Tom 
laughed, then pulled him in for another kiss

THE END

Next time: A Wedding to Remember!