Tom hummed cheerfully to himself as he walked along on his way home from his shift. He let out a surprised “oohff” as he was knocked to the ground. However, it’s never a good idea to attack the son of the god of war. Lightning quick Tom leapt up and lay into his attackers. Wiping his fingers on a handkerchief Tom regarded his fallen “attackers” cooly. “I suggest you not make a habit of this.” Raising his eyebrows mockingly, “Gentlemen.” Turning he continued on his way. As soon as he was gone there came a chuckle from the shadows. Greg Ayala emerged and walked over to where Dalby lay on the floor.

“You’re luck y you didn’t succeeded. The beating Paris gave you is nothing compared to what Chakotay would’ve done to you.”

“Or I” Said a voice out of nowhere. Everyone turned to look, a man garbed as an ancient warrior stepped from the shadows.

“Who’re you?” Dalby demanded.

“I’m Tom’s father. I’m also Ares, god of war.” He smiled icily, “And trust me, you do not want to piss me off.”

No one doubted him in the least.

Chakotay sat in a chair reading. Tom stopped to admire him, unnoticed. He was a well built man, muscular, he had remained in shape despite the years that were starting to catch up to him. His black hair was shorn short, his soft brown eyes entrapped you in their depths, his lips looked luscious and thoroughly kissable, and when he smiled he had the cutest dimples.

Crossing the room Tom clambered onto Chakotay’s lap, straddling him. Chakotay put his padd aside. “Hello sugar, did you miss me?” Tom asked, putting his arms around Chakotay’s neck. Chakotay wrapped his arms around Tom’s waist and pulled him closer. He kissed the younger man passionately. “Unbearably” he murmured in Tom’s ear. Smiling Tom snuggled in his arms and buried his face in Chakotay’s neck. Chakotay’s hands wandered, Stroking his hair, back, and squeezing his ass, earning him a chuckle.

His wandering hands worked their way up Tom’s shirt, and he ran one finger sensuously down his back. Tom breathed in Chakotay’s musky scent happily. Then moved up to whisper in Chakotay’s ear, “Lecher”

Chakotay chuckled,”You always did bring out the best in me.” After which he began devouring that inviting pale neck, kissing and nibbling, relishing the sweet taste of Tom Paris.
The End.