Captain Janeway shrugged out of her uniform jacket as she entered her quarters, tossing it on the table in front of the couch. Not bothering with the lights, she headed for the desk and it’s ever-present stack of pads pulling off the hot turtleneck as she went. She stopped as someone came out of the bedroom. “Chakotay, what are you doing?”
“What does it look like Captain?” The Maquis Captain leaned against the doorway giving her an insolent smile. “Staging a mutiny.”
She turned and lunged for the doorway, but he was on her before she was halfway there. “Going so soon?” Chucking her under the chin with his phaser, he led her back towards the desk. “And we have so much to talk about.”
“Like how you’re spending the next 70 years in the brig?”
He laughed. “Not hardly. You know you were off to a good start taking off the jacket and that ugly gray thing.”
“I aim to please.” She said sarcastically.
“Good. Then you’ll take your shirt off for me.”
“I will not.”
“Oh, I think you will.” Backing her up against the desk, he twisted his free hand in the material of her tank top and ripped it down the front. “Much better. Black lace, now that’s not Starfleet issue is it? Who would have ever thought?” He slid the tip of the phaser down into the valley between her breasts.
She shuddered. “You’re a pig.”
“Pig? No. Wolf? Maybe.” He pressed closer, his hips pinning her against the desk. “Tell me what I want to hear.”
“No.” She flinched when he tore her bra open. “Never.”
“We’ll see.” He tangled his hand into her hair and forced her mouth to his. His tongue invaded her mouth, thrusting in and out. Pulling back, he smiled at her. “I’m going to enjoy this.”
She pushed at his shoulders as he bent down to nuzzle her breasts. “No!”
“Tell me what I want to hear and I’ll stop.” He captured a nipple in his mouth and suckled it greedily.
“Never.” She felt his erection pressing hard into her belly. “No matter what you do to me.”
“Oh, and I plan to do lots of things to you, Captain. I know you’re trained to resist torture – but Starfleet knows nothing about Maquis tortures.”
Pulling her over to the viewport, he placed the phaser on the ledge well out of her reach. Capturing her wrists with his hands, he pressed her back against the bulkhead, grinding his hips into hers. His mouth took hers again, his tongue sliding past her lips.
She turned her head and his mouth slid along her jaw to nibble on her earlobe. “Tell me…” He whispered seductively.
“No, no…” She arched back until her shoulders touched the viewport trying helplessly to escape him. He kissed and licked her breasts as they jutted upwards toward him.
Abruptly, he turned her around, keeping one arm twisted behind her back with one hand, he slid the other over her breasts and belly to the waistband of her pants.
She bucked against him. “I won’t tell you. Not ever.”
Nipping the back of her neck, he laughed. “We’ll see.” Pulling her pants down to her knees, he used his booted foot to push them the rest of the way down. “Why Captain Janeway, what pretty black panties you have on.”
His free hand roamed over the silk covering her bottom before sliding under the waistband and around to the front. Splaying his hand across her stomach, he felt her trembling. “Sure you don’t have something to tell me?”
“N—no!” His hand scorched her skin where it touched her.
“I’d say I was disappointed, but I’d be lying.” He slid his hand down inside her panties, over the soft curls to the wet center of her. “Well, well, seems like you’re not hating this as much as you’re acting.”
“I hate yo—uh!” His finger slid inside of her, the heel of his hand resting on the swollen bud. “No…”
“No? ‘No’ you don’t hate it or ‘no’ you like it?” He teased.
She couldn’t answer, couldn’t think straight with his hand rubbing against her. When a second finger joined the first stroking in and out of her, she had to lean on the viewport ledge for support. “Yessss…..”
“I guess that’s ‘yes’ you like it.” He purred into her ear as she pushed back against him. He began thrusting his hips against hers imitating the movement of his fingers within her.
Shockwaves began to ripple through her. All the sensations, the coolness of his leather pants against her, his hot breath on her neck, his fingers inside of her. “Oh God, please…..”
Pulling his fingers out of her, he ignored her agonized cry as he ripped her panties apart. Letting go of her wrist, he undid his pants.
She felt him pushing against her, the hardness seeking its way inside of her. “Please…. Chakotay….”
“You don’t have to beg, Captain.” He slid in with one hard thrust. “I’m happy to give you what you want.” Pulling almost all of the way out of her, he shoved back inside her to the hilt.
She heard him grunting with pleasure, breathing harsh guttural words in his native language. Shamelessly she pushed back against him, meeting his hard thrusts.
He slid his hand down over her breasts and belly to where they were joined. Massaging the swollen bud, he whispered. “Tell me.” His other hand tangled in her hair pulling her head back.
“No… oh God…” She braced herself against the ledge as he began thrusting even harder into her. The waves of pleasure carrying her up. “Oh, Chakotay!” She crashed down to earth, muscles clamping on the hardness inside her. “I can’t…” She whimpered. The ripples were starting again, her body felt ready to explode. “I can’t…”
“Wrong answer.” He sank his teeth gently into the back of her neck. Out of his vest pocket, he pulled a comm badge and put it on the ledge just out of her reach. “Tell me what I want to hear or the whole crew gets to hear their Captain begging a Maquis to fuck her.”
“You bastard!” Suddenly, he was torn from her and a fist crashed into his face. He fell to the floor and a large male body landed on his chest, pinning his arms to his sides. A second blow to the face made his ears ring.
“Get off of him.” Her voice was the cold crack of command he’d heard only in crisis situations. “Lights at seventy-five percent.” She held the phaser to the intruder’s head.
Chakotay looked up at…. himself. His other self looked equally shocked.
“I said get off.” She pressed the phaser harder against his temple. “Who the hell are you?”
“It’s alright, Kathryn.” His other self-assured her as got up slowly and held his hands out to her.
“No, it’s not alright.” She glared at him. “I had one hell of an orgasm building up and you stopped it.”
The other man’s jaw dropped. “I must have contaminated the timeline somehow. I’m sorry, Kathryn, so sorry.”
Pulling his pants back up, Chakotay laughed at the sight of Kathryn, her uniform pants around her ankles, her tank top torn down the front to the bottom seam, holding a phaser on his younger self. “This is not what it looks like.”
Black velvet eyes burned into his. “It looks like you were raping her – trying to make her tell you her command codes to take control of the ship.”
Now it was her turn to laugh. “No, it’s really not what it looks like.” She tossed the phaser on the table and sat down to pull off her pants and boots.
Chakotay settled himself on the couch “It’s the time the ship fractured into different times, isn’t it?” His younger self didn’t answer; he was too busy staring at where Kathryn sat on the floor. Pulling his shirt off, he tossed it to her. “Here, put this on before he takes my place.” He knew that hungry look too well. “This is the night I burned out the deflector dish.”
“You never told me about this part.” She sat down on the couch next to him.
“Would you have believed me?”
“Probably not.” Her face burned red at what he’d seen. And just seen. And would see again. Time loops gave her a headache.
“There’s a temporal rift right before my quarters.” Chakotay explained to her. “So I came in here to try and sort things out. Imagine my surprise at finding myself doing, well… what we were just doing…”
“Playing Maquis and Starfleet.” She finished for him.
“I don’t understand.” His younger self shook his head.
“Don’t worry you will. I can’t tell you everything, but I can tell you three things. One, she’ll ask you a Question – and you have to tell her the truth. The truth from your time – not what you just saw.”
“A very important Question – you’ll know it. Just the truth is all you need to tell her.” He hugged Kathryn against his side. “Don’t screw it up for us.”
“What question?” She asked curiously.
“Never mind. Two, I’m not that far in your future but you know I can’t tell you how far.”
His younger self looked disappointed and hopeful at the same time. Picking up the phaser off the table, he looked at it closely. “This is a toy!”
“Of course. You don’t think I’d pull a real one on her do you? The combadge is fake, too.” He laughed. “I really don’t want the whole ship to hear her.”
Kathryn got up off the couch and pulled the younger man to his feet. “Go on, Chakotay, you’ve got work to do. Go save our ship.” She stood on tiptoe and gave him a kiss. “Good luck. And whatever the damn question is, give me the right answer!” She kissed him again, deeper this time.
Chakotay watched as his other self seemed caught unaware by the first kiss, but when her lips touched his the second time, he pulled her against his body one hand tangling in her hair and the other on the small of her back. Her kiss was gentle and loving, his rough and hungry desperately taking that first kiss from her. A twinge of jealousy fought with arousal at the sight. Jealousy won hands down. “That’s enough of that.”
As the other man stepped back, Chakotay turned to Kathryn. “Go in the bedroom and wait for me.” When she started to protest, he ordered firmly. “In the bedroom, on the bed, naked.”
She flounced off to the bedroom. “Damn Temporal Prime Directive.”
“Oh, and three, she likes to be ordered around a little in private. “ He smiled wolfishly. They walked to the doorway and before the doors opened, Chakotay stopped his younger self. “By the way, I wasn’t after her command codes – I wanted her to tell me she loves me.”
“Does she?” the hope on his face was almost painful.
“What do you think?” Smiling he pushed him out the door and locked it.
In the bedroom, Kathryn was reclining naked on the bed. “We never really had a first kiss, did we?”
“Of course we did. In the Delta Flyer, remember?” Spirits had his other self messed up the timeline?
“Of course I remember, how could I forget?” She chuckled. “I had a rug burn on my butt remember?”
“A man makes one mistake!”
“But it wasn’t for you – our first kiss I mean. That was here just now.”
“Yes, I guess so.” And was again and would be again. Time loops were wonderful things. He sat down on the bed beside her. “Does that bother you?”
“No, I guess not.” She ran her hands over his bare chest and shoulders. “It’s still a first kiss. For him now and me later.”
“Uh-huh.” He pulled her to him for a kiss then he started laughing. “I remember being so shocked at what I walked in on. Later you – the you from before we were grabbed by the Caretaker – you asked me about our relationship and I told you ‘there are some boundaries we never cross.” He laughed again. “All I could think of was the image of you leaning against the viewport head back, moaning, and me –“
“Fucking my brains out!” She started laughing along with him. “Good god, I had that awful prim bun – how did you keep from laughing in my face?”
“The problem was keeping my hands off of you – and not lying and telling you we were lovers.”
“You wouldn’t have been lying.” She pulled him down. “Now before we were so rudely interrupted….”
“You were going to tell me something.” His leather clad knee slid between her thighs and forced them apart.
The other Chakotay's POV NC 17