Title: The Anomaly

Author: JJ

Pairing: Chakotay/Tyr

Distribution: Hidden Truths, Cha_Club, Andromeda Slash

Rating: NC-17, slash

Warnings: None really.

Summary: Answer to the December challenge. Chakotay and Tyr meet inside an anomaly. Oh I cheated - it has a plot.

THE ANOMALY

by JJ

Sitting at the main console of the Cochrane, Chakotay looked at Captain Kathryn Janeway, who was on board Voyager. Her slight smile was teasing.

"Just try to bring the shuttle back in one piece this time, Commander."

"One *functioning* piece," Tom added, sitting at the helm.

"I heard that," Chakotay said staring at the pilot of Voyager.

He noted Tom's cocky smile and tried to give him a stern look. Tom's smile just brightened. Chakotay shook his head and looked back at Kathryn. Her eyes were dancing. Once more, Tom had managed to cheer everyone up at his expense. He assumed his 'put upon' look and sighed.

"Tell us when you're in position, Chakotay," Kathryn advised.

"Aye, Captain. Cochrane out."

Chakotay smiled as he closed off the link to Voyager. He shook his head as Tom's comment replayed through his head. He had to admit, he was getting a reputation for crashing, mauling and reducing the few shuttles they had to twisted scrap metal.

However, Chakotay was glad he and Tom had finally become friends. It had taken a long time, but Tom had changed and so had he during their time in the Delta Quadrant. Tom wasn't nearly as smart mouthed and

irritating and he wasn't nearly as hard-nosed. But, how Tom's continual harassing had ever become fun was beyond him.

A light flashed on the navigation control, he was getting close to the wormhole. As he moved the shuttle closer to the anomaly, he devoted his attention to piloting. This wormhole wasn't "acting right". He would

hate to loose another shuttle.

"One functional piece," he muttered to the empty shuttle.

"Captain, Commander Chakotay is in position." Harry Kim looked up from his station. Janeway nodded and turned to face the view screen.

"Open a frequency. Commander, are you ready?"

"Arming the probes right now, Captain. We should have readings in the next... What was that?"

Controlled pandemonium broke loose on the bridge.

"Captain, I'm getting an unusual reading from the wormhole," Tuvok reported. People all started paying attention to their consoles.

"I confirm that, Captain," Harry reported. "It's expanding, and it's...big. Much bigger than we originally thought. Seven Hundred Thirty-two kilometers at the opening and still growing."

Janeway swung to the screen.

"That will engulf Cochrane," B'Elanna said, looking at Kathryn.

"Red Alert. Chakotay, get the hell out of there now! Ready the tractor beam. Tom be ready to move Voyager back." Klaxons went off, the background noise of status reports filtered into the air.

"There is no response from the Cochrane," Tuvok stated.

Voyager shuddered, and everyone looked at the screen the see the white gaping maw of the wormhole shimmer and then disappear. For a moment there was stunned silence.

"Report," Janeway's voice was barely above a whisper, but held an urgency and an authority that no one disobeyed.

"Voyager is unharmed. The wormhole has disappeared and the Cochrane is no longer registering on our sensors."

***

Chakotay slowly woke up. The smell of burning circuitry filled his senses. That, and a good amount of pain. He slowly tried to sit up, holding his shoulder, but as he moved a sharp bolt lanced through his

head.

He groaned as he climbed to his feet, still holding his right arm still. He looked around the shuttle. The air was filled with a thick, gray smoke, broken up by the showers of sparks here and there. It was a scene that inspired fear. Small lights showed through the haze, most of them red, which did nothing for Chakotay's sense of calm. He wondered just how badly the shuttle was damaged.

He awkwardly moved to the front of the shuttle, and sat at the main console. The blast shields were closed and he knew whatever had happened, was enough to cause the emergency systems to close them. He looked down at the controls. All he saw were warning lights. He pressed a button, the blast windows didn't open. He pressed another one.

"Voyager. Voyager, can you read me? Voyager, this is the Cochrane." He wiped at something on his forehead. When he looked at his hand, it was red with blood. He sighed and then tapped his comm badge.

"Chakotay to Voyager, come in." Chakotay touched the spot on his head again gently. "Great. Another shuttle. I'm never going to live this down."

He made his way to the back of the shuttle and got out the medkit. The tricorder registered some internal bruising, burns on his hands scrapes, a mild concussion and evidence of a pretty good electrical shock. The main console must have blown, throwing him backwards. That would explain why he was a good fifteen feet from the console and the burns on his hands, not to mention the holes in his uniform. His shoulder had been dislocated, but he managed to push it back into place. Personally, he was glad that no one was around to hear the scream.

After treating himself, he started to repair the shuttle. He had no idea where he was, but he knew he was dead in space, with no sensors and that was not good. He took heart in the fact that the weapons were

functional. Not that he could see anything to aim at it, but it made him feel better. And considering he was in a huge vacuum called space and the only thing between him and a really painful death were the walls

of the shuttle, he was really glad hull integrity was good.

Chakotay surmised whatever had happened had damaged Voyager as well, because they would have already tractored him in if everything was okay. He was on his own at the moment and now that he was functional, he had to get Cochrane functional.

He could hear the ribbing he was going to take when he got back to Voyager. *You are supposed to send the probes through, Chakotay. Not the shuttle.* *And how many pieces is this one in, Commander?* A

bright flash from the board in his hands made him jump.

Okay, so that guess was wrong, he told himself. The main computers were down too, so he was having to fix things on memory and hunches. He really wished B'elanna or Tom were here. They were better at this than he was. He would spend some time studying schematics when he got back to Voyager. *If he got back to Voyager,* he thought as he tried another connection. He berated himself sternly for that little slip. He *would* make it back to Voyager, and he *would* figure out how to repair this shuttle craft.

Some time later, Chakotay, who had stripped down to his turtle neck due to the malfunctioning climate controls, was putting the final touches on the repairs to communications. He had to get in contact with Voyager. He finished soldering the panel and fit it back into the communications station. Not perfect, but it should work. When he got it into place, Chakotay heard a crackling voice.

"Unidentified ship, please respond. This is the Tyr Anasazi of the Andromeda Ascendant, can you read me?"

Chakotay got up and hit a button.

"Tyr Anasazi this is the Commander Chakotay of the Starship Voyager.

"Commander Chakotay are you in a position to offer assistance?"

"No, I have multiple system's failure. What is your status?" Chakotay asked, futilely seeing if the sensors would give him any information.

"Life support is failing. Hull integrity is dropping. Massive systems failures."

Chakotay sat down and started pushing buttons. "Do you know your location in relationship to mine?"

"I am approximately 300 kilometers off your starboard point." Chakotay struggled to try to get the sensors to give him any information. He fine tuned them to scanning for life forms and he got the faintest reading.

"Tyr Anasazi, I think I have you. I can try to transport you over here." Chakotay checked the transporter systems. They appeared functional.

"Do whatever it is you think you can, because this thing is going to blow."

"Hang on," Chakotay said, as he locked the transporter onto whatever it was the sensors were picking up and transported him to the back of the shuttle. Once more he was met with a shower of sparks and the lights dimmed with a power drain.

He looked to the back of the shuttle and desperately tried to land the other man. Just as the sparkle of rematerialization faded, the entire shuttle rocked with an explosion, but that was mild compared to

Chakotay's reaction to the man standing in front of him.

Spirits, this man was gorgeous. He stood a good 6' 3". He was dark skinned, his hair in small braids falling wildly around his shoulders. His body was smooth and muscled. His face was chiseled, dark eyes, full lips and a beard. Chakotay tried not to react, but he felt himself stir. Finally he shook himself.

"Tyr Anasazi?"

The man nodded decisively. "Commander Chakotay, thank you. I assume that was my ship blowing up."

"I would assume so, but my blast shields are closed. I can't see out. Could you see Voyager? Was she badly damaged?"

"Voyager?" The man stepped forward, and Chakotay tried not to watch the sway to Tyr Anasazi's hips as he moved, the cat-like grace, the breadth of his shoulders, or watch the expressive eyes and face.

"Yes, a ship much larger than this one." Chakotay turned away from the other man, and moved to the front of the ship. Where was his mind? He knew where, it was at full staff in his pants. *Get a grip.*

"Commander, there was no one else in here but us."

"In here?" Chakotay froze. That sounded bad, very bad. He turned back to Tyr Anasazi.

"We are inside whatever that was. It's almost like it reached out and grabbed my ship. How long have you been in here?" The taller man looked around at the interior of the shuttle.

"A few hours, according to the chronometer." Chakotay searched his memory, but the last thing he remembered was moving to the controls of the ship as the wormhole began to expand. Then it all made sense.

"We're inside the wormhole?" It was rhetorical, but he turned to see the other man nodding.

"Although I don't know what a wormhole is, I assume it was that anomaly that ate my ship."

"We were doing studies and we were going to send some probes into it, but it must have pulled me in as well."

"Do you have a way to get out?"

"Well, I know Voyager will try to get to me, but with as badly as the Cochrane is damaged, I won't be able to help them." He gestured to the control panel still in pieces. "I just got the communications working when you hailed me."

"What is this Voyager, there were no other ships in the sector, but Andromeda."

Chakotay looked back and found himself caught by the dark eyes again. They stood less than two meters away from each other. His scent filled Chakotay's senses. "Voyager is the ship I was traveling in. She's with the Federation of Planets." He stopped and licked his lips.

Tyr raised an eyebrow in question. "The Federation of Planets?"

"Yes. In the Alpha Quadrant." Chakotay was having a hard time keeping his mind on the conversation.

"Alpha Quadrant?" If it was possible, the man's voice had become even more sexy.

"It's possible that what we thought was a wormhole between quadrants could be a wormhole between universes." His eyes slid down to the man's chest. He wore a metal mesh shirt with no sleeves. Chakotay wanted to reach out and touch the shirt, the warm flesh beneath it.

Try Anasazi took a step forward. It forced Chakotay to look up to meet his gaze. "We have seen similar effects with time. I suppose what you're saying is possible, because I have never heard of this Federation. We had the Commonwealth." Chakotay couldn't help but stare at the lips that appeared to caress every word he spoke. He felt himself grow hard under the man's stare.

"Had?" Chakotay stepped back slightly as Tyr Anasazi invaded his space. His back touched the wall of the shuttle.

"It fell about three hundred years ago, but I am with a group trying to reinstate it." Chakotay could feel the tension in the man's body. He was dangerous, or at least could be.

"Noble." Chakotay said as Tyr leaned on the wall beside him. "What race are you Tyr Anasazi?"

"Tyr, and the Nietzschean," Tyr said in a low voice, moving almost imperceptibly closer to Chakotay.

"I've never heard of them," Chakotay said, his voice was breathy.

"If we are from different universes that doesn't surprise me. We were genetically engineered. Stronger, more intelligent. Our purpose in life is to prove ourselves worthy as warriors and for an Alpha, to find

a female willing to take us as mates and produce children." The dark eyes were smoldering, and Chakotay could feel the heat rising off the other man.

"And is that all you mate for? Procreation?"

"No," Without warning Tyr leaned in and kissed Chakotay. Chakotay returned the kiss strongly, but found himself pinned against the wall of the shuttle by the other man's body. Tyr lifted his head. "We also

mate for the pleasure of mating. And your species?" Chakotay opened himself to the second barrage. He groaned and pulled Tyr closer as the man's huge hand stroked his straining cock, while his tongue invaded

Chakotay's mouth.

"Same." Chakotay panted when they separated.

For a moment, Chakotay balked. He had always been in control of a sexual encounter, but as Tyr reached deeper between his legs and roughly caressed his balls, only to stroke his hand up and down his aching dick, Chakotay decided he didn't care. He let his head fall back, groaning. He felt Tyr's tongue and teeth graze his neck. His own hands closed around the sculpted biceps to steady himself as Tyr breathed deeply into his ear.

"You want me, Chakotay?"

"Spirits, yes." He pushed against the hand stroking his cock. Then his hand was replaced by Tyr's leg, as once more Tyr claimed Chakotay's mouth. Soon, Chakotay was stroking hard at the Nietzschean. Tyr grasped his wrist and led Chakotay's hand to his groin. Chakotay was relieved to find out that they were at least compatible that way, although Tyr was huge. He heard the panther like growl as he stroked the considerable length.

Tyr pulled away and took a step backwards. He slowly released the bucklers on his wrists, and dropped them to the deck. Then his hands went to the hem of the shirt and slowly drew it over his head. Chakotay's devoured every inch of flesh exposed. The smooth dark skin, the sculpted chest and abdominal muscles. Tyr caught his eyes and with an amused smile said,

"Unless you plan to do this dressed, Chakotay, I suggest you get rid of some of that clothing."

Chakotay drew his turtleneck over his head, and reached for his pants, but paused as Tyr opened his pants. Chakotay swallowed heavily when he saw the actual size of Tyr's cock. Tyr took his length in his hand and

gently stroked himself. Chakotay groaned with Tyr as Tyr gently masturbated.

"Clothes."

When they were both naked. Tyr walked up to him and Chakotay stroked a hand over Tyr's chest.

"You're beautiful." Chakotay said, as Tyr again took his hand and stroked it down his own chest and then wrapped it around his cock. Chakotay was surprised to feel it was...it almost felt as if he had used lube on himself. Then he remembered - genetically engineered. Well, it made sense. Then Tyr took Chakotay's cock in his hand and stroked it.

"And so are you," Tyr responded as they began to push and thrust into each other's hands. Tyr's free hand came and pulled Chakotay closer. Soon, they were kissing and pushing against each other. There was a fire burning inside both of them. They were feeding off each other, both sweating trying to touch as much of the other as possible. Chakotay threw his head back. Spirits, he was so close. He cried out when Tyr stepped back.

"Turn around and lean up against the wall, Chakotay."

"Tyr, I'm...I don't usually..."

His stumbling speech was ended with a kiss. When Tyr released his lips, he gently turned Chakotay and whispered, "I know and I won't hurt you. I've had humans before."

Chakotay soon found himself leaning his head against the cool steel of the wall, as Tyr buried his fingers in his ass. Spirits, he was on fire. He moaned continually, twitching, spreading himself.

"Tyr, more!"

"As you wish."

He groaned as Tyr's moved in close behind him. His size, his strength, his skin all accentuated by the contact. Chakotay cried out quietly when Tyr's cock breached his ass. Tyr bent Chakotay as he sank deeply into him.

"Good," Tyr moaned.

"Spirits, you are splitting me in half!"

Still, Tyr pushed into him. Chakotay's hands became fists on the wall, his breathing grew shallow, as Tyr's hand came around his waist to still his squirming. Soon, he felt Tyr's pubic hair press against his ass. The bigger man was still for a moment. Then with a quick stroke of his hips, Tyr almost made Chakotay come. The pleasure that exploded through his body was like nothing he had ever experienced before.

"Like that do you?" Tyr rumbled in his ear. Then Chakotay found himself pleading as Tyr mercilessly fucked him. It wasn't painful or distasteful, but there was no doubt in Chakotay's mind what was going

on. Tyr stroked that spot that drove him nuts over and over. Never touching Chakotay's aching cock, Tyr drove him wild. Chakotay couldn't touch himself because he was supporting both of them. Tyr's teeth and

lips were playing the sensitive spots on his shoulders and neck like a musical instrument.

"Tyr!" Chakotay groaned. "Touch me!" And as his hand closed over Chakotay's cock, white lightening ripped through Chakotay's body. His breath ragged, heaving gulps of air as he emptied himself and Tyr filled him. He felt Tyr support him as his arms gave out and for a moment he leaned limply against the wall. Then Tyr's lips were pressed to his cheek.

"Did I hurt you, Chakotay?"

Chakotay could only shake his head weakly as his breathing began to slow.

Moments later, Chakotay straightened up slightly and Tyr released him. They separated and Chakotay felt strangely bereft and embarrassed. A taunting voice in his head pointed out that the 'Mystic Warrior' had

just taken it up the ass and loved every minute of it. However, Tyr gently touched his face, and kissed him again.

"There is no shame in what we have done, Chakotay."

Later, when they had both gotten dressed, Tyr touched his shoulder.

"What do we have to do to make this ship functional?"

Chakotay sighed, looking around the shuttle. What had this man done to him to make him willing to drop his pants and fuck instead of get out of wherever they were.

Several hours later, the two men were working under the main console.

"Here?" Tyr asked as he began to put a panel back in place.

"Yes," Chakotay said as he made the necessary connections on the other end. They both finished and crawled out from under the console. Chakotay pushed several buttons and was relieved to see the blast

shields retract. For the first time, he saw where he was. A velvet blanket of black surrounded them, but no sparkling stars. He pushed several others, and watched the screen.

"I'm still getting minimal readings from the sensors, but..." He sat down wincing slightly as his recently abused ass made its discomfort known. He made more adjustments. He sensed Tyr close behind him. He

was beginning to get excited again, but he was just as determined to keep his mind on getting out. "There!" he cried. In all the black that surrounded them, there was a small speck of light. Tyr's hand came to rest on his shoulder.

"What is it?" Tyr asked, leaning down over Chakotay's shoulder.

"I think, it's an opening."

"Can we get through it?"

"No, it's too small, but maybe we could launch a probe through it." Chakotay explained. "We can put a message on the probe and Voyager will know we're alive."

"What if it's to my universe?"

"Will Andromeda try to rescue you?"

"Oh, Dylan will surely risk himself and the rest of the crew to save me."

"You say that as if it's a bad thing," he said, without looking back trying to get the exact triangulation on the opening.

"Dylan is a sentimental fool. He would risk everything to save me." Tyr leaned against side of the shuttle.

"And you wouldn't?" Was this the same man who had just soothed Chakotay's bruised ego? Then another thought occurred to him. Were he and his Captain involved with each other? That brought on a series of

thoughts that made Chakotay more and more uncomfortable.

"If it were expedient, yes, but Dylan doesn't...Dylan isn't Nietzschean. He doesn't understand."

"What is there to understand about saving a member of your crew?"

Tyr sighed. "Never mind. You aren't Nietzschean, either. We survive. If I thought it would mean the death of my crew and the destruction of my ship, no, I wouldn't. What must we do to the probes?"

The two men moved to the aft area and began to work. Both recorded a message and soon the two probes were sent towards the small opening. When they passed through, there was a bright flash of light and the

shuttle was rocked violently.

"That doesn't bode well for our escape."

"Sort of like a venus fly trap," Chakotay said as he adjusted the communications to a wide band. "Once you're in, you're stuck."

"Now what?"

"Now, we start to work on the navigation system and the engines."

*****

For several more hours they worked. During that time Chakotay tried to figure out what had happened between him and Tyr. He couldn't remember the last time he had done what they had. He was a little embarrassed. Tyr had been on the shuttle a grand total of maybe five minutes before they were naked. Spirits, what had he done. He was lucky Tyr was a non-hostile alien.

Occasionally, he would look at Tyr or feel him staring. He had to admit, Tyr was handsome and strong. The term Alpha. A dominant male. Chakotay had been termed that way and he believed he was; however, if it

came down to comparisons, Tyr beat him hands down.

The actual encounter? Tyr had herded him against the wall. How did Chakotay know that, because he had done it himself. Was it unpleasant? No, he had known for some time he was bi, if not gay. He'd had plenty

of men and women before, but never one as strong as Tyr. Therein lay the problem. He hadn't taken Tyr, Tyr had taken him. He had only bottomed once before in his life and it had been nothing like what had

happened between them.

So was he actually upset about what had happened. Yes, in that he had completely forgotten his duty. He had not acted like he would like to think he should have acted. He allowed himself to be in a weaker position to someone he didn't really know, in a situation he couldn't really afford to be weak in. And no, in that it was some of the best sex he had ever had in his life. Tyr had kept his word and except for some residual pain, he felt good. Luckily, Tyr was friendly and nothing bad had occurred. He sighed heavily, as he berated himself. Not even Tom would have done something as foolish as he had. Movement in the

main shuttle area caught his attention.

"I'm hungry," Tyr announced. "Do you have food?"

Chakotay looked out from under the panel he was working on to see Tyr crouching down to look at him. He had to agree he was hungry, too. Slowly he climbed out.

"What would you like?" Chakotay found himself keeping a good distance between him and Tyr now, and Tyr seemed to accept that.

"I don't know. What do you consider food?" Tyr looked horribly put upon, and Chakotay smiled despite himself.

"Good question. I tend to eat a heavy vegetable diet, with breads or pastas. I don't eat meat."

"Real meat is considered a luxury in space. Vegetables? Soups?" Another sigh, "Why don't you choose for both of us."

Chakotay went to the replicator and ordered a meal of tomato soup, pasta primevara along with several vegetable dishes. They sat down and plowed through the meal.

"That was very good." Tyr said.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," Chakotay said. He looked up and found himself staring into dark hunger. Tyr reached out and stroked his face with the back of his hand. Chakotay found himself melting into those

dark eyes again. Then the shuttle rocked violently. Both Tyr and Chakotay were thrown from their seats. When the rocking ceased, they both heard.

"Andromeda to Tyr. Tyr can you answer us? Tyr are you receiving us. Tyr, it's Beka. Signal or something so we know if you're alive."

And simultaneously, Tuvok's voice said calmly.

"Voyager to Chakotay. Respond."

Tyr and Chakotay moved to the console. Chakotay quickly opened up a communication channel for Tyr, and then snagged up his uniform top and hit his comm badge, and moved towards the aft of the ship to allow them both privacy in their communications.

"Chakotay here."

"Commander, are you alright? We were concerned for your safety."

"I'm fine Tuvok. What's the status?"

"It appears that this anomaly opens at regular intervals. It is beginning the opening sequence, and we expect it to be wide enough in 6.23 hours to allow the Cochrane to exit. Our scans, although impeded

by the anomaly, indicate you have several systems failures. B'Elanna is standing by to help you with the repairs."

"Tuvok, there was someone else caught in here too, but his ship was damaged. I was forced to beam him to the Cochrane, just before his ship exploded."

"We had picked up the second life form. Are you in need of assistance?"

"No, Tuvok, Tyr is a humanoid, and friendly. He's been very helpful with the repairs."

"Understood."

"Commander, it's B'Elanna. What system do you want to start with?"

"The warp engines are still off line, but I have navigational thrusters."

"Okay. Can you tell me what the problem is?"

"The problem appears to be with passing through the opening. It creates a big shock wave in here."

"We were shaken up a little bit, too."

"The damage to Cochrane was extensive coming in and I don't know if it can take the stress again."

"Understood, Commander," B'Elanna said. Chakotay smiled as he heard the official tone. She was going pure engineer on him. "But, once we get you clear of the anomaly, we will lock onto you and beam you out if we have to."

"I've got to go through the other side first, to take Tyr back to his universe."

There was a long moment of silence.

"Chakotay, what do you mean you have to go through the other side first?" Kathryn's voice broke in.

Chakotay went through the long explanation. "Kathryn, his ship is waiting for him. I have to take him back."

Another moment of silence. "You're right, Commander. I'll have our people working on the disturbance and see if we can work around it."

"Understood."

For the next 3 hours, with B'Elanna's help, Tyr and Chakotay repaired the engines and navigational controls on Cochrane. With the occasional shaking from Voyager trying to figure out how to overcome the shock

wave.

"Commander, I think we have it," Harry announced. "We can project our shields around the Cochrane and they can absorb most of the disturbance. We can probably shield you going out the other side as well as coming out this side."

"What about my re-entry from Tyr's side?"

"Commander, can you beam him out?" B'El asked

"Unknown. Why don't you try beaming something in here?"

"We did. Couldn't get a lock," Harry said

"How about I put my shields to maximum and try to get back in."

"Commander, we have that ship help together with adhesive spray and a prayer. It won't take much stress, but if it goes down again while you're moving through the openings, I'll be ready to help you put it back together."

Chakotay heard something in B'el's voice he didn't like. "B'Elanna, how much time do I have from opening getting wide enough to when it closes again?"

"We're estimating forty-five minutes."

"It just took three hours to fix the damage," Tyr pointed out.

"And, the opening was in a different place when it reopened." B'Elanna added.

"Meaning?" Chakotay questioned.

"Meaning...the anomaly is unstable. This may be your only shot at getting out." That sunk in. Chakotay and Tyr stared at each other for a moment. "Get some sleep you two. We'll wake you up when we're getting close. Voyager out."

A few minutes later, Andromeda hailed. It was Dylan this time.

"Tyr, we're going to move in as close as we can. When you come through go to docking bay two. We'll help as much as we can."

"Captain Dylan, this is Commander Chakotay. If you will open a communications link when we exit, I can transport Tyr to your ship."

"Transport?"

"Trust him, Dylan. An interesting process, much like what Harper experimented with when we were studying the black hole."

"Hopefully, you'll look better than Trance's plants did afterwards," Beka's voice said.

"What happened to the plants?" Chakotay asked.

"They blew up," Tyr said with a smile.

They asked if Andromeda could project her shields.

"No, and to be able to cover you, we would have to get too close to the anomaly. It could engulf Andromeda this time."

"Understood, Captain Hunt. We'll let you know when we we're about to start."

Chakotay and Tyr faced each other. Chakotay stared into the handsome face. He had thought about what they had shared and decided he could deal with it.

"Why are you doing this?" Tyr asked.

"You have as much a right to go back to your people as I do."

"You're risking your life to do that for me."

"I'm not Nietzschean." Chakotay's smile brought a sigh of amused disgust.

"This mark. What does it signify?" Tyr said, gently tracing the pattern of Chakotay's tattoo.

"My people." He stood and moved towards the sleeping area.

"Chakotay, are you upset with what we shared." Tyr called

"No. It was good."

Tyr stood up and moved towards him. He stood in front of Chakotay studying him. Tyr reached out to stroke Chakotay's face, but Chakotay caught his hand and asked the question that had been bothering him for some time.

"Are you and your Captain involved?"

"No, although it may happen. That would be up to Dylan." Tyr looked at where Chakotay's hand restrained him, but then met his eyes. "Are you involved with anyone?"

"No, not at the moment." Chakotay slowly brought Tyr's hand to his lips. "Except for this Nietzschean guy I ran into." Chakotay knew his dimples were showing. Tyr gently ran his thumb over Chakotay's lips.

"Oh?" Tyr responded with a smile. "Is he any good?"

"Oh, very." Chakotay leaned up and kissed him tenderly.

"We have some time between now and when the opening is big enough," Tyr pointed out rather innocently.

"Was that pun intended?"

For a moment, Chakotay wondered if they had puns, then Tyr smiled. "No, but it is appropriate, isn't it?"

Moments later, Chakotay was laying on his back. Tyr lay over him, both men stripped to the chest. Tyr's hair fell like a curtain around their faces. Chakotay ran his hand into the mass, wondering at the coarse

texture. Then Tyr's kissed him and he was unable to concentrate on much. He wrapped his hand tightly in Tyr's braids and pulled him close, as their lips met over and over. Both of them were hard and began to

grind against each other. They became fierce in their attentions. Teeth, violent thrusts, hands and fingers bruising.

Tyr pulled away and ripped Chakotay's pants open, grasping his cock. Cha could only groan as he was roughly handled. He cried out as Tyr's hot mouth closed over his cock. He held Tyr's head as he began to

thrust deeply into his mouth.

"Spirits!" He cried as he bucked up. Then without much preparation, Tyr pushed a finger within Chakotay and he writhed as Tyr walked the edge of pain. Vaguely, it registered in Chakotay's mind that Tyr was taking control again, but he didn't care. Within moments, as Tyr sucked on him, Chakotay cried out and came. With barely a moment, Tyr turned him over and pulled Chakotay onto his hands and knees. Chakotay groaned as he spread himself for what was to come. He heard Tyr's chuckle and then his tongue run up his spine.

"Yes, Chakotay. Let me give you pleasure again."

"Shit!" Chakotay cried as Tyr drove his cock deep inside. Without pause he started stroking hard. Chakotay hadn't recovered this quickly in years, but soon he was driving backwards, meeting Tyr's stroke. Tyr was completely surrounding him. Chakotay once more found the larger body over him exciting. He strained backwards driving Tyr even deeper. Tyr growled and thrust. Chakotay squeezed experimentally and was rewarded with Tyr beginning to drive into him. He came as Tyr stroked him off.

They slept lightly for a while, but both men were too keyed up to fall into a deep sleep. Chakotay woke Tyr with a gentle kiss, and whispered,

"They'll be calling us soon."

Tyr looked around and then nodded. Chakotay leaned in for another kiss. When Tyr tried to roll Chakotay under him. Chakotay stopped him. Their eyes met and slowly Tyr nodded. Soon, he was reaching for

a tube of lube. Tyr rolled over and spread himself. Chakotay loved each moan and gasp he wrung from Tyr as he opened him.

"You humans enjoy torturing people too much. Do it, Chakotay. Fuck me."

Chakotay smiled. "As you wish." He moved and slowly pushed in. Tyr moaned. "You are so hot, so tight."

"Fill me, Chakotay," Tyr moaned as he rocked meeting Chakotay's strokes. Chakotay groaned. No one had ever met him like this. He felt Tyr rhythmically squeezing his cock.

"Tyr."

Soon they were both striving to come. Chakotay reached around to pleasure Tyr. Harder and deeper they met each other. Just before Chakotay came, he watched Tyr's entire back tense, he lifted his head and Chakotay wished he could see the expression on his face. But as Tyr's came, he gripped Chakotay's cock and it sent him over the edge. Moments later, Chakotay laid his head on Tyr's back and laid a gentle kiss on his shoulder blade. They lay down on their sides, curled up to each other.

"Too bad, we're from different universes."

"Dylan would take you as a member of his crew."

"And Captain Janeway would take you."

"I made a vow to help Dylan in his quest to restore the Commonwealth."

"I'm trying to get home to my family."

"And so it is decided."

They lay together, for a while, not speaking, just sharing.

Too soon, the message came through. Tyr leaned over and kissed Chakotay, stroking his tattoo.

"You are an interesting man, Chakotay."

"And Tyr, you have touched a part of me I thought was dead."

A gently laugh from Tyr, brought Chakotay's dimples back out. "You are anything but dead. You are more alive than most people in my universe. You and Dylan are very much the same. Perhaps there is something to be said about willing to care."

"Care, Tyr. Take the time to care."

They got out of the bed. Chakotay touched a sore spot on his shoulder where Tyr had bit him. He decided he wouldn't use a regenerator on it. They kissed one last time, and then went to the front of the shuttle.

Chakotay keyed up the visual screen. Tom Paris filled the screen sitting at the helm of Voyager.

"Commander, figuring in the approximate size of the anomaly, and your acceleration, you should start your course towards the other opening in four minutes," Tom said.

"Four minutes?" Chakotay said making adjustments. "Okay, I see your trajectory. Any last words of advice?"

Tom's blue eyes met Chakotay's over the view screen. "Keep your mind in the middle, Chakotay and just clear this side. We'll get you home."

"Right, Tom," Chakotay said. Tom nodded with emotion just below the surface.

Tyr leaned over his shoulder and whispered, "I thought you said you weren't involved with anyone."

Chakotay looked around in surprise. "Tom?" His surprise was evident.

"Look at his eyes, Chakotay."

Chakotay looked back at the screen.

"Be careful, Chakotay. We'll start projecting our shields as soon as you begin to move." Captain Janeway said.

"Roger, I'm maneuvering Cochrane towards the other entry."

Tyr reached forward and pressed a button. "Dylan, can you hear me?"

"Yes, Tyr. Status?" For the first time, Chakotay saw Dylan. He knew jealousy. 'That would be up to Dylan.'

"We'll start towards you in about three minutes."

"We'll be waiting for you. Good luck."

They cut communications. Tyr sat down next to Chakotay.

"Are you ready?" Chakotay asked.

"I will only be ready when I see you clear the far side of the anomaly."

Chakotay covered his hand. "I'll be okay, Tyr." Tyr leaned over and kissed him gently. "Your Captain Hunt looks like a good man."

"He is. Idealistic, optimistic, but he is a good man."

Chakotay smiled, and started a countdown.

Twenty-five minutes later, Chakotay stood on the transporter pad of Voyager. "Commander, Andromeda is hailing you."

"Through the anomaly?"

"Yes."

He moved to a view screen and saw Dylan and Tyr.

"My thanks, Commander Chakotay," Dylan Hunt said.

"I'm glad we could get him back to you, Captain."

Dylan nodded and stepped back. Tyr stepped up.

"Good-bye, Chakotay. Thank you. I owe you my life."

Chakotay smiled. "I owe you mine as well. Thank you, Tyr."

The communication broke up, but Chakotay just watched Tyr's face until it dissolved into snow. The doors to the transporter room opened and Tom and the Captain came in.

"Are you alright, Commander?" Captain Janeway asked.

Chakotay nodded. Then he sighed heavily. He looked at Tom. "How much damage did I do this time?"

"B'Elanna was muttering something about Kahless and handling her tools like weapons. I thought it was just time to leave. But I'm glad we got you back, Commander."

"Are you saying you missed me, Lieutenant?"

"Who else can I pick on?"

Once more, Chakotay knew his dimples were showing.

The end.