Delta Diaries - the later years by Darksusie
Summary: A follow on from Delta Diaries
Categories: Chakotay/Paris Fanfiction Characters: None
Genres: Humor
Warnings: None
Challenges: None
Series: None
Chapters: 1 Completed: Yes Word count: 1809 Read: 1819 Published: 03/04/06 Updated: 03/04/06

1. The later years by Darksusie

The later years by Darksusie
The end of shift couldn’t come quick enough. Seven had been itching to return to her alcove for hours. Now she was back, the PADD in one hand, a bottle of beer and a bag of nuts in the other. Would she find anything different to change her mind?

Captain Kathryn Janeway

I look at Chakotay, a sappy smile on his face, and think what could have been. Maybe, maybe not. It was good to dream for a while. Harry Kim lasted a good two years. Things moved on, for both of us. I got B'Elanna. She fought me all the way but in the end, we came together. She had been on the Barge of the Dead and I had supported her. Looking to me for comfort and love, we ended up in my bed and she's shared it every night since. If anyone could capture my heart it was that fiery Klingon and she has, totally.


Vorik and Adamson were good while they lasted. By the time it finished, I had run out of ideas on what rituals they could get involved in and we slowly drifted apart, though Vorik and Adamson stayed together. I was surprised, one night, when some visitors disturbed me. Gerron and Tabor stood nervously at the door.

"How can I help you?"

"We need some advice. As you may or may not know, we are both in a relationship with Ms Torres." Tabor shuffled nervously as Gerron told me the story.

I nodded.

"Sir, she's exhausting us until we have no energy to do our duties. We thought, in your wisdom, that you would be able to advise us."

I nodded again. "What you need is a beard, someone who can throw Lieutenant Torres off the scent."

"But, she'll rip off anyone's head who she thinks is a rival."

"In that case, you need someone stronger. I suggest you hang around with me for a while."

Those two young men were born to serve, and serve me they still do, in every way possible.

Harry Kim

I enjoyed my time with the Whiplash Katie but she just needed to be in control all the time. Even when I had got her up against the wall, fucking her hard, she still gave me orders; 'three more strokes, rub me there, squeeze that'. In the end we just drifted apart and I just drifted towards the Delaney twins. I couldn’t believe how hot there were and how compliant. Our sessions go on till the early hours of the morning and this time it's me doing the spanking, though I still do the passionate fucking as well. My favourite is when Jenny sits on my face and Megan sucks on my cock. I think these could be the happiest days of my life.


I knew my little threesome was hitting trouble when Adamson began to have problems maintaining his interest. Then when Tabor began to have the same kind of trouble I began to look around for satisfaction elsewhere. That's when I reconsidered Katie. She helped me with my spiritual crisis and then helped me with my sexual crisis. One night we were discussing things, she made me laugh and the next minute I was being made love to by the most sensual, loving person I have ever known. It’s been good every since.

Tom Paris.

I must be the luckiest person on earth, in the universe, in the Delta quadrant. Chakotay loves me and he tells me every day. We had a little hiccup a while ago. I caught Chakotay giving Adamson's ass the once over. Not that I mind him looking over a nice ass, as long as it's mine. The green eyed monster had nothing on me. When we got back to our quarters I lost it big time. Security and self-esteem have never been big on my agenda. I screamed and shouted, called him names and then I hit him.

"Do you know what I was thinking?" He shouted at me.

"What, I couldn’t half fuck that."

Chakotay grabbed my hand. "No, I was thinking, my Tom has the best ass on Voyager and aren't I lucky."

I felt terrible and tried to make it up to him but over the coming week he became been quiet. Until, one night, he didn't come home. I sat and waited, my knuckles clenched, white with worry. Then the captain's voice came over the comm.

"Tom, you're needed in the mess hall."

I ran, worried that something had happened to the great love of my life. I flew through the doors and the cheers of the crew deafened my ears.

"What's going on?" I asked puzzled.

"Get changed, we're getting married." Chakotay thrust a bundle of clothes towards me.

"You don’t have to do this." I said, unsure."

"I don’t have to but I want to, so get changed. The sooner we get married, the sooner we can start the honeymoon and the sooner I can …"

The captain coughed. "Save it for the privacy of your bedroom, Chakotay. We all don’t want to share your thoughts on the delights of Mr Paris."

It's been six glorious months. I thought that the rampant sex and all consuming love would fade a little with familiarity. How wrong can one person be? I knew that things were going to be alright, when I walked by one of the utility cupboards and was suddenly pulled in.

"What the hell!"

"Shut up, drop your trousers and prepare to be boarded." Chakotay slipped his cock in and gave me the best quickie of my life.

I keep expecting the happiness to end but it just keeps getting better and better. Maybe I should just sacrifice something, to some unknown god, just so the good fortune stays with me.


Sex life, what sex life. Even the Ocampan bint has left me. Woe is me.


I had to marry Tom, just to show him that this was forever. He's such a damaged person that I needed him to relax and feel secure. But it is good to know I belong to him and he belongs to me.

I like it best when we are in a boring area of space. I can let my mind wander and imagine how I am going to surprise my husband, my lover. We've done the tubolift, the Jefferies tubes, I've even taken him over Janeway's desk. The funniest was in the mess hall. It was in the early hours of the morning and Tom had gone to the mess hall for a snack. I had followed him. There was only us two and apart from the working crew, everyone should be in their cabins, sleeping deeply. Tom moved behind the counter and began making a snack. I moved to join him, kneeling down, whipping his cock out and giving it an in-depth inspection. Of course, I was a little peckish myself, and not for a ham sandwich. I slowly licked up the now hardening cock, teasing and playing with the glistening head. Just as I took the full length in, a voice came across the counter.

"Tom, you’re up late."

"Relax, Tom. I thought I would have a little walk and get some real coffee, not the replicated kind."

"Here let me get you it." Tom's voice moved up an octave higher as I traced the throbbing vein with my tongue.

"Chakotay let you out?" Janeway carried on, talking pleasantries as she enjoyed the bitter, dark beans.

"Oh, yes." Tom's voice sounded pained and I could feel him tensing his body as he gripped the counter.

I licked his balls and then began sucking in earnest.

"Is he fast asleep?"

"Oh, yes." I gripped his hips as he involuntary thrust forward.

I slipped a well-oiled finger into his ass.

"Couldn't you sleep?"

"Oh, yes, yes. I mean, no." I could tell by the shaking voice that he was near.

I pushed in two fingers and began stroking his little pleasure zone.

"I never thought I'd see the day you two would get together, but I think you must be the happiest couple on Voyager." Janeway put down her cup.

"Oh yes, oh god yes. I mean, he's the best thing that has happened to me."

"Are you alright, Mr Paris?"

"Yes, Captain. I'm sorry, I've got cramp. I'll be alright in a moment."

"Good, I’ll see you in the morning."

"Goodnight Captain."

I stood behind him.

"How could you do that, with the captain stood there. I could hardly keep it together. That was not fair." Tom turned to me and gave me a kiss. I slipped my cock in his well lubricated ass.

"Chakotay, please not here, we might be discovered."

I pushed in deeply. "Do you want me to stop?"

"I .. I … Gods, no."

"If anyone comes in, I’ll stop and it will look like we're just stood and if anyone asks, just tell them that you’re catching your breath because you are so filled with happiness at being my husband."

"You’re full of yourself.”

“And you’re full of me.”

“I'd have thought that you would have tired of making love to me, by now."

I kissed his neck. "I will never tire of making love to you, or loving you. You're stuck with me, like it or not."

We are still stuck together, though most of our lovemaking is kept to our own bedroom and I love Tom, my Tommy, as much now, as I did on the day we married.


Seven switched off the PADD. There was no doubt now in her mind. She tapped her comm badge.

"Mr Neelix. When you've a minute, could you drop by the cargo bay? I think I have a project you may be interested in. At your convenience, of course."

"I'll be there as soon as I've put this Leola Root in to soak. Do I need to bring anything?"

"No, Mr Neelix, yourself will be sufficient."

Seven smiled. Now, what should she go for first, the spanking or the Talaxian Tantric position? She was sure she wouldn’t have any trouble getting her long, limber legs into any arrangement that Neelix wanted them to be in. She'd have free reign now the crew had moved on and the Ocampian fluff had gone mad and departed. Neelix would be her own little sex toy. Seven popped in another nut, took a slurp of beer, belched and waited for the door chime to chirrup her lover's arrival.
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