So here's a story for all the spanking detectives here! Got a
little male bonding in it but what the hey! A good story is a
good story, am I right??

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This story involves sex between two men, a.k.a slash. If that is
*not* your cup of tea, sweet as it is, then don't read it!
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Interrogation - (M/m, sex)

Tom sighed, heavily. The beefy cop just wasn't listening
to him. He squirmed uncomfortably, the tight collar and tie of
his costume chafing his throat, but with his wrists locked behind
him in handcuffs, he couldn't do a thing about it. He was
supposed to be *solving* the damned case, not being accused of
committing it. He looked up when another officer came into the
room, one who filled out the dark blue uniform rather nicely.
Not to mention familiarly. Oh, my.

"Detective, let me take over, here, a minute, would you?"

"Sure. I'll be right outside if you need anything, Sir."
And with a disgusted look in Tom's direction, the policeman left
the room.

"Chakotay, what the hell are you doing here?" Tom
whispered fiercely, as the older man came over and perched
lightly on the table in front of him, leaning forward so that his
arms rested on his knees.

"I'm interviewing a suspect in a homicide investigation,
Mr . . . Paris, isn't it?" Chakotay grinned at him.

Tom sighed. This wasn't part of the program, but neither
was his being arrested. He could call for the arch and end it,
but wanted to play it through. He guessed it was his own fault
for requesting unpredictable variables. His present situation
certainly qualified.

"You got any keys for these things?" he asked, shifting
slightly so Chakotay could see his wrists cuffed behind him,
before turning back around. Why did the other man's dark eyes
suddenly look so . . . strange?

"You could be a cold-blooded killer, for all I know, and
you think I'm just going to release you? For no reason at all?"
Chakotay asked quietly, reaching forward to stroke a tanned
finger along Tom's twitching jaw.

Tom swallowed heavily, as Chakotay's hand brushed his
hair back, fingers softly tracing his ear, before moving to his
neck. Suddenly, the old-fashioned propeller fan on the corner
desk just wasn't enough. Heat rushed through him, hardening his
cock, and he exhaled quietly, the other man's hand resting on his
throat. Damn, he'd missed this. Work and incompatible schedules
had kept them apart for too long. Chakotay had either been
dismissed early, or was playing hooky. Whatever the explanation,
Tom didn't give a damn. After too many days of dealing with
Chakotay as just his commanding officer, he needed his lover now,
badly, and it was time to show him how much.

Tom turned his head, kissing Chakotay's wrist, dimly
aware of another hand unbuttoning the stifling collar, loosening
the silken noose around his neck. His suit coat was being slid
off his shoulders, pushed down his arms, further imprisoning
them, and all he could do was sigh in relief. Dark hands made
swift work of the tie, wrapping the length around them, as brown
eyes watched him thoughtfully.

"Chakotay?" Tom asked hesitantly, wishing his voice
hadn't cracked on the word. The Commander no longer looked like
his usual calm self. The dark eyes were crackling, sparks
igniting a faint flame which whispered along Tom's body, making
him quiver. He'd never seen the man like this.

Chakotay was shaking his head at him and Tom had to keep
perfectly still to catch the words so softly spoken.

"Not a sound. I'll ensure it if I have to," Chakotay
said, a quiet darkness coloring his voice.

"But," Tom started to protest, abruptly silenced as
Chakotay drew the tie across his mouth and between his lips,
before knotting the ends behind his head.

"Apparently, I have to," Chakotay said softly, watching
as Tom's blue eyes grew enormous, then dilated to near-black. He
calmly continued unbuttoning the other man's shirt, pulling it
out of his slacks, then sliding it off shoulders that glowed like
ivory lit from within, in the harsh light of the naked bulb
swinging slowly overhead. His hand drifted to Tom's heaving
chest, fingers idly running through the red-gold curls there.

Tom's teeth bit into the improvised gag and he moaned,
eyes closing, feeling the strength underlying the gentleness of
the hand touching him. He was startled to find himself suddenly
in motion, Chakotay's hand around his belt, pulling him up onto
his feet, tugging him to stand between uniformed legs. The
slight grin at the corners of the other man's mouth offered no
reassurance at all, as his belt was quickly undone, pulled from
its loops and tossed onto the table behind them. One hand
resumed a maddeningly slow caress of his stomach, while the other
made short work of the button and zipper on his slacks, before
dropping them to his ankles.

The only time Chakotay faltered was the moment he
realized Tom wasn't wearing any underwear. His briefly startled
look was met by amusedly aroused blue eyes and he knew that if
that perfect mouth wasn't gagged, it would be smirking at him.

Tom wasn't exactly sure when he had lost his advantage,
but he suspected it was the moment Chakotay's warm hand closed
around his aching cock. He groaned, the sound seeming louder in
the near-silent room, drowning out the muted whir of the fan.
Steady, even strokes, designed to drive him out of his mind,
moved along his hardness, until he was groaning continuously. He
leaned forward, resting his head against Chakotay's shoulder,
desperately needing to touch him the only way he could, and
nuzzled the man's tanned throat with his nose. He was roughly
moved back, as Chakotay slid off the table, and moved behind him,
never letting go of him.

Tom took the initiative and toed off his shoes, then used
his heels to step on the toes of the socks to pull them off, as
well. Chakotay stepped on the fabric between Tom's feet,
allowing him to lift them out of the dark grey wool puddled
around his ankles, before the slacks were kicked under the table.
Tom leaned back against Chakotay, as warm lips settled on his
neck and a second hand began stroking his chest, fingers playing
with his nipples. He arched backward and a muted cry escaped his
gagged mouth, sending a faint tremor down the pathways of
Chakotay's body, as he stroked Tom faster, pushing him forward
until the tops of his naked thighs were resting against the
table.

"Don't move," Chakotay leaned forward to whisper and Tom
stood stock still, hearing the faint snick of a cuff being
undone, before a firm hand drew his clothing down his arm,
pulling the shirt cuff off carefully. His wrist was shackled
again, gently, and the process was repeated on his other side,
until he was totally naked, save for the unyielding metal
encircling both wrists behind his back. Chakotay tossed the
clothes onto the table in front of him, and pushed him forward,
bending him over until he lay quietly on top of them. The ends
of the tie tickled his back a little and his shoulders shrugged,
until a light slap on his ass shocked him back to stillness.

"I said don't move," Chakotay whispered into his ear and
Tom nodded, thoughtlessly, prompting a slightly harder slap. He
yelped into the gag and struggled, trying to turn over, which
only provoked another smack, even sharper, causing him to freeze.
That's when he realized he was harder than ever, the soft cotton
of the shirt on which he lay caressing his cock every time
Chakotay swatted him. Tom wiggled experimentally, and was
rewarded with another stinging slap, followed by several in rapid
succession. He groaned, unable to keep from moving, as Chakotay
spanked him, bringing him closer to what had to be the most
unusual orgasm he'd ever experienced. He slid against the hard,
cloth-covered surface of the table, thrusting into the shirt
under him. His toes cracked as they clenched, the climax seeming
to build from there before rapidly shooting up his body. Wailing
into the gag, he came hard into the clothing beneath him, body
trembling even as it relaxed and calmed.

"That was different," Chakotay remarked casually, running
his hands soothingly over the reddened flesh of Tom's ass,
dropping his head to lick at the sheen of sweat on his lover's
shoulders.

Tom rested his forehead on the table, trying to regain
feeling in his tingling legs. He knew Chakotay wouldn't let him
fall, if they buckled beneath him, as he fought to get air into
his lungs. He could feel Chakotay's rapid breathing behind him
and knew the other man wasn't as indifferent as he seemed. Slow
hands stroked his back and legs, rubbing his shoulders on
occasion, until he was sighing with delight at the sensual
overload. A booted foot tapped his ankle gently, and he moved
his feet further apart, opening himself wider.

Chakotay caressed Tom's arms, down to the cuffs, making
sure they were still bearable, if not comfortable, around his
lover's wrists. He reached into the pocket of the dark blue
uniform pants and set the small tube he'd brought with him onto
the table next to Tom's hip.

Tom's eyes had closed under the tender ministrations and
they quickly reopened in slight surprise as a cooly gelled finger
began trailing its way down the cleft of his ass, stopping just
outside the entrance to his body. He turned his face to the side,
breathing heavily, as it slowly slid inside him, just the very
tip, teasing him. Moving didn't seem to be an offense anymore,
so he lunged backward, impaling himself a little more on
Chakotay's finger. It was removed and he let out a soft sound of
loss until it returned, with another. Two quickly led to three
and he was whimpering, knowing he'd be begging by now if not for
the silk stretched across his mouth. He heard the rasp of a
zipper being undone behind him and melted into the tabletop.
Finally.

Chakotay felt Tom shivering under him and knew it wasn't
from cold. He covered his hardness with the gel and moved
forward a little until he was stroking his cockhead across the
opening, teasing him. Tom reacted by surging backwards and
Chakotay knew he couldn't wait any longer. He eased himself into
Tom, firmly holding his hips to prevent him from moving backward
again and pulled back, smiling tenderly at Tom's muffled protest.
With careful movements, he worked his way into his lover until he
was all the way inside. Oh, how he had missed this.

Tom groaned, feeling Chakotay within him, nearly sobbing
in relief as his lover began thrusting into him, gently at first,
then with greater force. Dark fingers were biting into his arm,
hard enough to leave bruises, but he didn't care. As hard as
Chakotay was moving inside him, his other hand was still
caressing Tom's hair, carding it gently. Tom felt a slight tug
and suddenly found the gag loose. He spat it out, licking his
lips as Chakotay continued to silently take him. He could do
quiet, if the man wanted quiet. The hand in his hair twisted his
head around and his lips were crushed under his lover's before he
could draw a breath. An insistent tongue was pressing him for
entrance, and he let it, unable to deny Chakotay anything. The
slow strokes were in direct contrast to the powerful thrusts into
him, and he whimpered slightly when Chakotay pulled away. A dark
head rested on his shoulder, kissing him across his back, lightly
biting him in places and he squirmed, trying to get Chakotay to
go faster.

Chakotay began moving with greater speed and heard Tom
breathing the word 'yes', over and over, making it sound like a
litany. He answered with his own.

"Love you, love you, love you," softly said, even as he
took Tom harder, every surge forward met by Tom's going backward
until they collided in the middle. Tom's fists were clenched,
shaking, his eyes tightly closed, his legs trembling as Chakotay
rode him hard. Teeth bit sharply into his earlobe and he cried
out, arching into his lover, who soothed the slight hurt with his
tongue.

Chakotay felt the rush flow through him, like energy, and
knew it had to come out somehow, before he burst with the
pressure of it. He sped up even faster, moaning, hearing Tom
under him, responding in kind. Heat hit him from behind,
radiating through him and he cried out, between gritted teeth, as
it tore him apart. He thrust once, twice, again before he was
coming, harsh sounds reaching Tom's ears as Chakotay shuddered
and filled him, again and again.

Tom lay gasping, all of Chakotay's weight on him, hot
breath in his ear as his lover regained his balance and lifted
himself off of Tom with shaking arms. Tom felt a warm, wet
tongue slide over his shoulder, licking off the hard-earned sweat
before a faint metal jingling came from behind him. He looked
back to see Chakotay fumbling for the keys to get the handcuffs
undone. At last, they were off and he stretched forward, working
the kinks out. He grinned at the thought. They'd worked out
their fair share in this room, that was for sure. Sighing, he
straightened up, leaning into Chakotay, who'd gotten himself back
into his clothes and was fully dressed, again. Except for the
fading light in his eyes and the flushed look to his skin, you'd
never know what he'd been doing.

Tom shoved the clothing on the table out of the way and
sat down on it, wincing a little. He met Chakotay's apologetic
look with a wry glance and intended to put his rumpled and
somewhat damp shirt back on, until Chakotay took it from his
hands and replicated him a new one. Chakotay's command uniform
was waiting for him inside a holographic police locker and Tom
had changed out of his at the sleazy holo-hotel he'd been in
before coming here. Both would be able to get their clothes back
when the simulation ended. But the clean shirt was still a nice
gesture.

Chakotay brushed Tom's hands away from the shirtfront and
took them in his own, kissing them, before doing the buttons up
for him. He pulled Tom close, enjoying the heat and scent of him
and sighed to feel warm, wonderful arms wrap themselves around
him.

"Damn, I needed this. It's been so long," Tom said
softly, running a hand through Chakotay's short hair.

"I know. I needed it too," Chakotay admitted, before
pulling away from Tom, kissing him softly, lingeringly,
reacquainting himself with the taste. "Spirits, I have *missed*
you," he said, tracing Tom's tender smile with his thumb, before
using his foot to draw the slacks out from under the table and
hand them to Tom.

Tom hopped down from his perch and used his old shirt to
clean himself up a bit, then slid the dark wool trousers back on.
He bent over to grab his socks off the cold floor and leaned
against Chakotay to pull them on, before slipping his feet into
the shoes.

Chakotay grabbed the suit coat and helped Tom back into
it, before pulling him into his arms again.

"I know I've been neglecting you, recently, and I'm
sorry," Tom said with real regret, touching the backs of his
fingers to his lover's tattoo. "We just keep missing each other.
I'm tired of only seeing you when you're asleep," he playfully
whined, grinning.

Chakotay chuckled. "Yeah, that's a real familiar
feeling," he said quietly. "But we're both off for a whole day,
after your duty shift tomorrow," he reminded Tom, who nodded.

"Oh, I am looking forward to *that*," Tom whispered,
kissing Chakotay with tender passion. "How I love you," he
murmured, before claiming his lover's mouth again.

Chakotay backed off after a moment, breathing heavily
again. "Oh, so you admit it," he groused.

"Of course I admit it," Tom shot back, grinning at his
lover's attempt at a pout. "When have I ever denied it, since
we've been together?" he challenged. "I am crazy about you, head
over heels in love with you and you know it," he laughed, drawing
gentle fingers down Chakotay's face. "Damn, do you ever know
it!"

His lover nodded. "I love you, too. I hate the thought
that I'm taking you for granted . ." he trailed off as his lover
interrupted.

"You may be taking me," Tom grinned wickedly, prompting a
laugh, "but never for granted."

Chakotay sobered suddenly, picking up the cuffs. "Are
you okay? With this, I mean. I didn't want . ." Tom's hand
over his mouth halted his words.

"Loved it. And you know that, too. Pushed a few buttons
I didn't know I had," he admitted quietly, marveling at how far
they'd come, that he could actually admit it to this man.

"We'll have to replicate a pair. I want to do this
again, some time," Chakotay said quietly, looking at Tom for
reassurance.

Tom noticed he still looked troubled. "What is it?" he
asked, sitting down on the table again. It made them almost
exactly the same height, Chakotay just a bit taller for once.

"My hitting you," Chakotay began, hesitantly, as Tom
started shaking his head.

"I really got off on it," Tom admitted quietly, feeling
his face flush a little in remembered heat. "Besides," he
smirked, "I've been a bad, bad boy, not telling you I love you
for so long, practically *ignoring* you," he stated
melodramatically.

"You liked it?" Chakotay asked, just making sure.

"I *loved* it," Tom stated firmly.

"You deserved it," Chakotay countered, grinning. "Making
me do without you for so long."

"It's an absolute crime, and one I admit I'm guilty of,"
Tom said, huskily, stroking Chakotay's cheek. "You'll have to
punish me, *soon*." He was about to lean in for another kiss,
when the door opened. Damn, the other 'policeman'. He'd
forgotten about him.

"I see you've already let him out of the cuffs," the
officer said. "We've gotta let him go. There's no direct
evidence linking him to the crime, so we can't hold him any
longer," he finished regretfully, glaring at Tom.

Chakotay reached out a gentle hand to caress Tom's
softly-grinning face. "I'm never letting him go, Detective. He
confessed to everything."