This is the wedding story. As you can no doubt guess (based on the 
previous stories in the series) things may not go smoothly. But don't 
expect any angst.

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A Wedding To Remember
by Lianne Burwell
April 1998
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Tom looked at the outfit that was hanging on his closet door and sighed. 
He loved Chakotay dearly, and he couldn't wait to marry the man, but why, 
*why* did he agree to let his beloved choose the outfit? He was beginning 
to think that a Betazoid ceremony would be preferable.

At least he had talked the man out of the pink tux. He was sure that had 
been a joke. At least he *thought* it had been a joke... But, instead 
Chakotay had decided to pick up on the Scottish part of Tom's heritage 
and would not settle for anything less than a full kilt, worn the 
traditional way. Tom had his suspicions about the choice, since 
"traditional" implied no underwear.

Still, if this was what Chakotay wanted, then this is what Chakotay would 
get.

* * * * *

Chakotay was on the main holodeck, putting the final touches on the 
program he had designed for the wedding. Tom was, by far, the better 
holo-programmer of the two of them, but since it was *his* proposal, 
even if he *was* drugged at the time, he wanted to be the one to arrange 
everything. He wanted everything to be perfect.

He took one final look around, then nodded with satisfaction.

"Computer, save program Chakotay-Wedding-1, then end program."

The computer acknowledged the command, and the standard grid replaced the 
landscape. Chakotay left the deck whistling.

This was going to be the *perfect* wedding.

* * * * *

On the momentous day, when Voyager's first officer would wed its chief 
pilot, a small crowd had formed outside the holodeck, waiting for the  
groom and... groom. The two intended had spent the night in separate 
quarters, as was the tradition, and had not yet seen each other that day. 
As Tom's witness, Harry was responsible for seeing that Tom made it to 
the wedding on time. B'Elanna performed the same office for Chakotay.

Chakotay was the first to arrive. He was dressed in loose fitting 
trousers, made of a dark brown fabric that was soft and clinging. Over it 
he wore a tunic-top made of cream-colored silk, covered in embroidery of 
earth-tones colors, in the style of his planet's culture. To finish out 
the effect, he was barefoot. B'Elanna was dressed in as similar outfit, 
and the color complimented both their colorings perfectly.

The Captain was waiting for them at the entrance to the holodeck, wearing 
the dress uniform that she had not had the occasion to wear very often 
since they had been thrown into the Delta Quadrant. She smiled broadly at 
him, still rehearsing the ceremony in her mind. Starfleet weddings were 
not very formal, but she wanted this to be perfect for the two men.

A murmur further down the corridor announced the arrival of Tom and 
Harry. As he had promised, Tom was wearing the outfit chosen by his 
lover. The plaid was a somber one, and one which he had the right to 
wear, through line of descent. The traditional kilt went to below his 
knees, and a sash of the same material went diagonally across his chest. 
His shirt was white linen, full and ruffled. A brooch, bought by Chakotay 
on a planet they had stopped at briefly, adorned the ruffle at his 
throat. Not being Scottish, Harry was not wearing a kilt. Instead, he was 
wearing a traditional style kimono in colors to match Tom's plaid. The 
effect of the wedding party was timeless and romantic.

The Captain turned to lead them onto the holodeck, and the doors opened 
for the first time.

Tom almost stopped in his tracks in awe. Before them was a replica of the 
standing stones of Stonehenge, perfect in every detail. But instead of 
the English countryside, they stood in the desert of the American 
midwest, simultaneously combining two heritages, the same as their 
outfits did. Tearing up slightly, he turned to Chakotay and smiled. The 
other man returned the smile, and they followed the Captain out to the 
center of the stone circle.

"Since the days of long ago, it has always been the duty - and joy - of 
captains to perform wedding ceremonies on board their ships. Today we are 
here to witness the joining of these two men, whose relationship we have 
been privileged to watch grow."

The Captain was just getting warmed up when the landscape flickered for a 
moment, then steadied. There were frowns and mutters, then the ceremony 
went on.

"We have all watched Tom and Chakotay as they found, first friendship, 
then love, and none can deny the depth of their commitment to each 
other..."

This time the landscape flickered, and then disappeared completely. 
Chakotay frowned, while B'Elanna headed for an access port to find the 
cause of the problem. Tom leaned over. "Think she... arranged this?" he 
said in a low whisper, but with a grin to show he wasn't serious. 
Chakotay's expression lightened up.

"Maybe," he whispered back. "She did say, last night, that she was still 
disappointed that she didn't get to see me take you in the turbolift." 
Tom sputtered and laughed. That whole incident had been embarrassing 
enough. He didn't want to even *think* what the crew's reaction would 
have been if Chakotay *had* gone that far. Especially since he probably 
wouldn't have fought too hard. He had been pretty out-of-control himself, 
by that point.

Suddenly the landscape flickered back into view, as B'Elanna announced 
"There, that should do it. I've rerouted the power, but the holodeck 
systems are going to need an overhaul. They've seen a lot more use, 
without proper maintenance, than the designers intended." She moved back 
into position.

The Captain nodded, with a smile, before continuing the ceremony. "As we 
continue to travel towards home, the crew of this ship has slowly become 
a family, and it is as a family that we are here to celebrate this 
joining."

As she opened her mouth to speak the next line she had so carefully 
written for the occasion, the red alert sounded.

"Captain to the bridge! We are under attack." As Lieutenant Carey's voice 
came over the com, the ship was jolted by a blast from outside. All of 
the wedding guests were already heading for the door, moving for their 
duty stations. Beta shift was on duty, but the instinct was there. Tom 
and Chakotay stared at each other in dismay, then headed for the Bridge 
as well. This was *not* what they had intended for this day.

* * * * *

"Report, Mr. Carey," barked the Captain as the turbolift doors opened on 
the bridge.

"One ship attacking, sir. The computer doesn't recognize the type. Their 
shields are primitive, but their weapons pack a wallop." As Carey - who 
was in command of the beta shift this rotation - spoke, the ship was 
rocked by another blast. Tuvok, dressed in his formal blue tunic, went 
for the fire controls, while Tom and Harry also slipped into their 
regular duty stations. 

Tom immediately threw the ship into evasive maneuvers. He found it a 
little strange to be piloting the ship while wearing what was basically a 
skirt, but he refused to let it distract him. He just prayed that a blast 
wouldn't knock from his seat. It had happened before, but not when he 
was risking showing off a very bare ass.

"I'm trying to hail them, Captain," said Harry from the Ops station, "but 
they aren't responding. All I'm getting is a recorded message on 
continuous loop."

"On audio."

There was a crackle of static, then a voice came clear, translated by the 
universal translator. "You have willfully entered Orxak space. Invaders 
will be destroyed. You have willfully entered Orxak space. Invaders will 
be destroyed. You have..." The Captain waved for Harry to turn off the 
audio.

"No response yet?"

"No, ma'am. They are receiving, but they aren't interested in talking. 
Also, I'm picking up two more ships on an intercept course."

As the other ship opened fire again, using torpedoes, Tom threw the ship 
into evasive maneuvers that had everyone barely keeping their feet, as 
the inertial dampers tried to keep up with the ship's sudden changes in 
direction.

"Oh no you don't," he snarled at the view screen. "Mess up *my* wedding? 
You're not getting away with *that*!"

The Captain glanced at Chakotay, briefly, and saw the same indignation 
there. She sighed.

"Tuvok, fire at will, but try not to cause too much damage. It would be 
nice if we could keep from hurting anyone, if we *are* trespassing. Tom, 
keep us heading in our original direction, as quickly as possible, but 
avoid the incoming ships. Harry, keep trying to hail them. And see if you 
can't figure out if there were any markers of their territory. B'Elanna, 
how are the shields holding up?"

"Down to seventy-eight percent, Captain. I'm transferring power from non-
essential systems to back them up."

"Good." The ship rocked again.

"Captain," Tom called out. "We've got a slight edge in speed on them, but 
we can't keep running at this speed forever, and it looks like the other 
two ships are adjusting to intercept us."

"Understood."

At that moment, Tuvok fired from two phaser banks, striking the attacking 
ship and the base of what looked to be a nacelle. It separated from the 
rest of the ship, which seemed to lose directional control. It lost 
speed, then came to a stop. Tuvok checked his sensors.

"No life lost, Captain. One of the incoming vessels has diverted towards 
the damaged ship."

"But I've picked up *three* more on long-range sensors. The damaged ship 
is sending out a signal, but I can't decode this one."

"Any luck in finding some way to recognize the edge of their territory?"

"Not yet, Captain. Wait... Comparing their current communications to the 
logs, we passed a signal source about an hour ago. Scanning for similar 
sources... They seem to be spaced about every light day in a line. We are 
twenty minutes from the nearest source at maximum warp."

"Mr, Paris, set a course for those markers. I want to be on the other 
side as quickly as possible. Hopefully we won't be as interesting to them 
after we cross that line."

"Course laid in, Warp seven."

"Good. And somebody find out how those markers were missed!"

* * * * *

By the time they reached the nearest marker, two more Orxak ships were on 
an intercept course. They crossed the line and kept going, almost holding 
their collective breath while waiting to see what their pursuers would 
do. They breathed a sigh of relief as the ships turned back at the 
apparent border, even though the Orxak ships laid in a parallel course, 
right along the border.

"Tom, set a course away from the border, at least three light years. Then 
plot a course in original direction. One that will avoid Orxak space."

"Yes, Ma'am." He tapped at the controls, programming in the course with 
sensors set to detect the Orxak markers to keep them well outside their 
space. "Done." He looked up, expectantly.

Janeway smiled. "Mr. Carey, you have the bridge. Well, people. I think we 
have a wedding to finish, before something *else* happens."

There was a mad rush for the 'lift, while the Captain followed at a more 
sedate pace.

* * * * *

"Now, if anyone can come up with a *good* reason why these two shouldn't 
be married..."

There was a sound of several people drawing breath. Tom and Chakotay 
turned to glare at a large group of female crew members that were 
clustered over to the side. The Captain frowned.

"Don't even *think* about it ladies." She looked around the holodeck, 
then continued. "Then, by my authority as Captain of this vessel, I now 
pronounce you married."

Tom and Chakotay stared into each other's eyes, goofy grins plastered 
across their faces. Suddenly, Chakotay lurched forward against Tom, aided 
by a shove from B'Elanna.

"This is the part where you kiss him," she said in a stage whisper.

To an accompaniment of laughter, Tom pulled Chakotay in tight, tilted his 
head down and claimed his husband's lips. The response was instant, and 
suddenly they were panting and hard. The cheers were barely noticed as 
they kissed again and again. Finally hands grabbed both of them, pulling 
them apart.

"C'mon, the party can't start without you," Harry said, as he dragged Tom 
towards the arch.

"Don't worry, I made sure that Neelix didn't use any leola root in the 
wedding cake," B'Elanna added.

Tom and Chakotay winced at the thought, then let themselves be pulled to 
the messhall where the reception was ready to start.

* * * * *

"Thank the Spirits. I thought they'd *never* let us get away." 

Tom didn't respond. He had his new husband plastered up against the wall 
next to the door to their quarters. The moment the door had wooshed shut 
behind them and they had put the privacy lock on, he'd dived in for an in-
depth oral exploration of his "Cuddles". He was starting with the neck 
and could only manage a grunted affirmative. The last twenty-four hours 
had been hell without his lover's touch, and he was determined to make up 
for it.

"Tom," Chakotay gasped as teeth fastened on his earlobe. "Bed?"

"Bed," Tom agreed. He pulled Chakotay towards the indicated piece of 
furniture, while simultaneously hunting for the fasteners on his tunic. 
Chakotay's hands were dodged when they moved to undo Tom's clothing.

Finally, Chakotay was perfectly positioned, and Tom gave him one small 
push to land him on the bed.



"What the *HELL*?" Tom yelled, as Chakotay jumped off the bed like he'd 
been burned. Tom reached down and prodded the bed.



Chakotay frowned. "Someone turned our bed into a giant whoopie cushion?"

They glared at each other for a moment. "B'Elanna?" "B'Elanna."

They continued to glare at each other for a while. Chakotay was the first 
to break.  A quirk of the corner of the mouth, a slight snicker from Tom. 
Finally they could hold back anymore and they were laughing hard enough 
to bring tears to their eyes.

Finally the laughter started to fade, and they were wiping their eyes. 
Tom winced. "I don't know about *you*, love, but I'm *not* getting into 
that bed."

"That's all right," Chakotay said soothingly as he advanced. "Beds aren't 
necessary, anyway."

"Oh, really? And just what did you have in mind?"

"I'm sure you'll figure it out. Now why don't you turn around and face 
the wall, and we'll see if you are dressed properly."

Tom grinned then did as he was told. He braced himself, feet wide apart, 
and bent at the waist until he was leaning against the wall. He grinned 
as his kilt was lifted up over his hips. Then he moaned. Chakotay had 
gone to his knees, behind Tom, and a warm tongue was moving across his 
anus.

"Oh, Chakotay. Mmmmm. Don't stop. Please don't stop." He wriggled his 
hips encouragingly. Chakotay pulled away for a moment.

"I'd almost think you were enjoying that."

"Damnit, Kotay! Stop teasing!"

Chakotay stood up, grinning widely at the tinge of desperation in Tom's 
voice. There was nothing he liked better than driving his lover to this 
point of madness. Unless, of course it was driving him past it. His tunic 
hanging open, he turned to the bed to grab the lubricant from the side 
table. He turned back to the delicious sight of Tom with his shirt 
hanging open and his kilt bunched up over his hip. Tom was using one hand 
to stroke his cock, while the other was braced against the wall.

Chakotay thought about it for a moment, then dropped the lube and went 
for his camera. Tom finally noticed after Chakotay had snapped several 
still images of his pose.

"Kotay, if you don't drop that camera and get over here to fuck me *now*, 
I'm going to finish myself off."

"Just need a few more pictures for out wedding album."

Tom snorted. "You can take all the pictures you want. *Later*. After you 
take *me*."

Chakotay grinned, then retrieved the lube. Moving back to behind his 
lover, he poured some of the lube into his hand. It only took a few 
strokes with his fingers to get Tom open and ready. After the months 
together, their bodies both knew exactly what to expect and were eager.

He dropped the container and opened his pants. The rest of the lube was 
used to coat his cock, then he started to press his way home.

When Tom pushed back, hard, he gasped. "Tom, I want to take it slow."

"Fuck slow! If I don't have you *now*, I'm going to go out of my mind. 
Now shut up and *fuck* me."

"Your wish is my command, husband." With that, Chakotay started a 
pounding rhythm. When Tom's hand went back to his cock, Chakotay knocked 
it away. "Oh no you don't. That's *mine*."

He'd been just as frustrated as Tom, spending a night apart, then being 
unable to get away from the party fast enough, and he could feel his 
orgasm starting already. His toes were curling with the feeling. Finally 
he pushed himself into Tom, as far as he could go, and exploded.

As the sparkles swam before his eyes, he sank to his knees, pulling Tom 
around. Opening his mouth, he took Tom's cock in, all the way to the 
root. Tom was just as close as he had been, and it only took a couple of 
seconds before Tom was filling his mouth.

Shaking, Tom sank to his knees. They clung together, waiting for the 
trembling to stop.

* * * * *

A minute - or maybe it was an hour - later, they managed to drag 
themselves back to their feet. Their clothing was disposed of, sleepily, 
then they tumbled into bed together.



"B'ELANNA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

THE END (for now)

Hmmm. Pictures. Just imagine what might happen if they fell into the 
wrong hands...