Voyagers
By Maquis Leader
Chapter 3: Sleeping With The Enemy
“It won’t work!”
“Make it work!”
“They’re not compatible!” B'Elanna threw down the hypo spanner. “The replicator won’t work properly with a Kazon power supply!”
“Make it work, or I’ll kill you.” Seska pointed her phaser at her.
“Fine! Kill me!” She held her arms out in surrender. “Go ahead, it still won’t make this work properly!”
“Get back to the engines, Klingon!” She jerked her head and the two Kazon guards pushed the other woman out of the room. “I’ll make it work without you.”
In the engine room, B'Elanna lost herself in repairing the power relays burned out during her last try at powering up the replicator. Her hands automatically did the work, while her head spun through the information she’d picked up in the three days since she’d been brought to the Kazon compound.
“Hey, B'Elanna.”
Whirling, she found Tom Paris lounging against the main console. “What are you doing here?”
“Looking for a job.” He smiled at her. “ I hear the Kazon could always use a good pilot.”
“You traitor!” Snarling in anger, she rushed at him.
“Traitor?” He caught her arms as she swung at him. “Because I’m tired of swinging a pick all day?”
“You’d sell out your own mother for an easier life, wouldn’t you? P’tak!” She jerked free.
Stepping closer, he leaned in and whispered. “We’ll never get out of here without a ship and I don’t see one coming to us anytime soon.”
B'Elanna looked deep into the baby blue eyes. There was something there, a determination that she hadn’t seen before. Slowly she nodded.
“Are you okay? Have they – bothered you?”
“No. Cullah wants me to work on his ship and I convinced him that being gang raped would make it hard for me to do that. Seska was disappointed when he agreed with me.” She snorted. “I’m not their type anyway. They like passive women.”
“And you are anything but passive.”
“No kidding.”
“I’m going to talk to Seska.” He took her hands in his. “Don’t believe everything you see. Trust me.”
“Trust you?”
“She gave me a second chance, B'Elanna, when nobody else would.” He didn’t have to say Captain Janeway’s name, they both knew who he meant.
“I’ll trust you. For now.” She squeezed his hands painfully. “Betray us and I’ll kill you.”
Tom gave her a slight smile. “Coming from you, that’s a vote of confidence.”
“What makes you think we need a pilot?”
“Come on, look around.” Tom waved his hand at the two Kazon standing by the door. “Do these guys look like they know how to pilot a bath toy? Look how easily Voyager eluded them.” He smiled smugly. “Of course, I was Voyager’s pilot at the time.”
Seska arched an eyebrow. “And why should I trust you?”
“You’re forgetting I’m just as much a criminal as you are. Janeway pulled me out of prison to help her find Chakotay, and she’d have put me back when the mission was over.”
“Instead, she made you Chief Pilot.”
“Only because we were stuck out here! I can guarantee that if she’d taken us back to the Alpha Quadrant – I’d be in prison and so would you.” He sat down next to her. “Or you might be on your way to Cardassia, who knows?”
“I suppose that’s a possibility.” She smiled mysteriously.
“Come on, look at these hands.” Tom held out his hands to her. “I’m getting calluses! Do these look like a miner’s hands to you?”
“No, much too soft.”
“Exactly! These hands are meant to pilot a ship, hold a glass,” He ran his fingers up her arm and over her shoulder. “Touch a woman.”
“Hmmm….” Seska looked him over. He was handsome in a boyish way, and the blue eyes held more knowledge than any boy should have. “We’ll give you a try. Under supervision of course.” He might be a pleasant diversion from Cullah's clumsy rutting.
“Of course. I’m sure it won’t take too long for you to see I’m trustworthy.”
“I doubt you’re trustworthy, Paris.” She laughed huskily as she undid his pants. “But as long as you don’t work against me – I don’t care.”
“Sweetheart, I guess we understand each other.” His laugh matched hers as her mouth enveloped him. “I don’t trust you either.”
B'Elanna seethed with anger as she watched Seska show Tom
around the ship she was working on. He was laughing and joking with her like
they were old friends. Pig!
“Torres.”
“Seska.”
“That’s Mistress Seska to you.” She backhanded B'Elanna viciously. “Do try and remember that.”
“I’m sorry, I’ll try harder, bitch.” Her head snapped back as Seska hit her again.
“Ladies, please.” Tom caught Seska’s hand as it drew back for another blow. “The only time I like to see women fighting is if it’s over me.” He grinned as he stepped between them. “And if they’re naked and covered in oil.”
Seska laughed. “And if you get to fuck them afterwards, Tommy?”
“You read my mind.”
B'Elanna glared at his back. Trust me. His voice
echoed in her head. For now, pig.
“Let’s take a look at where I’ll be flying this baby.”
“I should deal with her.” The other woman shot B'Elanna a nasty look over his shoulder.
“You could, but then you couldn’t help me out with my fantasy.” His voice was husky with promise.
“Fantasy?” A gush of heat and wetness exploded between her thighs. Last night Tom Paris had proven to be a more than inventive bed partner. “What kind of fantasy.”
“Bending you over the helm…” He pulled Seska’s hand down to her crotch. “Fucking you…”
“While the guards watch?” Panting, she rubbed their joined hands against her aching mound.
“Aren’t you afraid they might want some?” Personally he’d like to invite them to fuck her to death.
“Jealous?” The thought of being taken by Tom and her bodyguards one after the other was too delicious. She licked her lips. Better yet, all at the same time.
“I don’t care for the smell of engineering…” He guided her out of the small engine room.
“Of course, who cares about the rats in the lower levels?” She threw a look at B'Elanna that promised retribution at another time.
Shrugging, she turned back to the upgrades she was making to the ship’s shields. Shields she hoped would keep them safe from other Kazon ships as they made their escape. An escape where she couldn’t count on Tom Paris to help.
Tom rolled out of the bed and began pulling his clothes on.
“Don’t go too far, lover. I may want more later.”
Steeling himself, he turned and smiled at Seska. “Not to worry, sweetheart. Plenty more where that came from, all you need to do is whistle.”
Rising to her knees, she let the sheet fall away from her naked body. “Give me a kiss before you go.”
Not all his time in Marseilles had been spent playing pool. Tom kissed her expertly, his tongue swirling into and out of her mouth until she was panting. “Later baby.”
After he left, Seska fell back on the bed. Tom wasn’t as strong as Chakotay, but he was very good. And she could do things with him and to him that she’d never dared to do with Chakotay. Laughing, she remembered his dark eyes widening with shock at her desire for anal sex. Her story of being trained and used for pleasure during the occupation had convinced him it was something she needed. Oh, and she did need it… And after a time or two, Chakotay hadn't tried to talk her out of it anymore. Ah, the delight of corrupting the pure…
She arched her back and stretched contentedly. Her muscles ached wonderfully from the rough workout. She wouldn’t get tired of Tom for a long time. And when she did, she’d throw him back. Or… maybe give him to some of the Kazon warriors who liked men… watch him scream and scream… yes… she rather liked that idea.
In the small quarters Seska had procured for him on the base, Tom leaned against the shower wall, letting the hot water scald his skin. It wasn’t the first time he’d sold his body, but it was the first time he’d felt dirty.
“This will produce weapons for us?”
B'Elanna looked up at the Kazon warlord. “No.”
“Lying bitch!” Seska slapped her.
“Wait.” Cullah shoved Seska aside. “Let her speak.”
“The technology isn’t compatible.” She wiped the blood off her lip and glared at Seska. “It’s working for the moment.”
“So it is working.” He nodded.
“But I don’t know for how long, and it could be dangerous if it malfunctions.”
“Danger is nothing to the Kazon.” He said arrogantly.
Seska smiled smugly at B'Elanna. “All your little tricks didn’t work.”
“Just remember, when it breaks down, she’s responsible.” She looked at the Kazon once again. “And remember, I tried to warn you.”
“My orders, my responsibility.” He turned and walked away. Snapping his fingers he motioned for Seska to follow.
Going back to her cramped quarters after leaving the ship, B'Elanna found Tom waiting for her. “What do you want?”
“Hey, do I need a reason to come see you?”
“How did you get in – never mind.” She plopped down onto the bed. “Just go away.”
“I need to talk to you.” He sat down on the bed next to her. “I’m making a run tomorrow. Picking up weapons and taking them up to the Big Ship.”
“So?” she laid back and closed her eyes.
“So, anything I should look at?”
“Look at? Oh! See if there are any good looking men.” B'Elanna chewed on her lip. “There’s not that many here at the base. Maybe there’s some up there.”
“What, I’m not enough for you?” He leaned over her. “Want me to bring you back anything?”
“Seska’s head on a stick?” That was a relaxing image.
Tom lowered his head until his face was inches from hers. “Besides that. Baubles or trinkets?”
“How about a better idea on fuel to usage ratio? And shield capabilities? It’s hard to work on these things without knowing what the baselines are.”
“I’ll see what I can do.” They were both talking in a code of sorts in case Seska had B'Elanna’s quarters monitored. Tom understood exactly what she wanted to know. Troop strength and what type of ship they’d have to defend against when they escaped. “So, am I going to be safe in that rust bucket you’ve been working on?”
“It depends.”
“On what?” He brushed his lips over the forehead ridges that had fascinated him for so long.
“On if you get your hands off me before I rip them off.” She growled.
“My hands aren’t on you.” Tom nibbled along the center ridge.
“I’ll rip them off anyway!” She pushed him away, angry with him for touching her. More angry with herself for letting him.
“Your loss, baby.” He strolled to the door. “See you when I get back.”
“Don’t threaten me, flyboy.”
Tom leaned against the cargo bay bulkhead and watched the haggling between the Kazon and the arms dealer. The small round man reminded him vaguely of an eggplant.
“As promised, I have the cloaking circuits.” The eggplant waved his violet hands. “Now, you’re cheating me!”
“We could take them from you.”
“And no one in this sector will ever do business with you again!”
The Kazon in charged of the mission frowned. “We can take what we want from everyone!”
Tom rolled his eyes. Kazon must be another word for stupid. He was tempted to turn off his communicator so he wouldn’t have to listen to them argue. The pilfered combadge was pinned to the inside of his vest so Seska wouldn’t see it. He’d been pretending to pick up new Kazon words here and there for the past few weeks so she wouldn’t realize he understood everything.
“Take your cormalite, dog!” The Kazon warriors began picking up the crates that Eggplant’s crew had brought from their own ship.
That was his cue. Tom caught Eggplant as he started to leave the cargo bay. His crew was already carrying out the containers of cormalite. “Excuse me, sir.”
“Who are you?” The beady eyes looked him over. “What are you?”
“I’m a man with a proposition.” He smiled at the greedy light that flashed on in the other man’s eyes.
“Open up!” B'Elanna hit the door chime on Tom’s quarters for the fifth time. “Tom!” She’d seen him go in from the window of her own quarters. Glancing around, she overrode the door lock.
Inside, she looked around the small room. A surprising amount of odds and ends were piled on the table and counter. Picking up a small box, she turned it over. It lit up and data scrolled past. “A tricorder of some kind… hmm… power cells…” What was he doing with all this stuff?
Hearing the shower, she headed for the small bathroom. “Hey, flyboy! Planning on growing gills?”
“Go away.” Tom’s voice was harsh.
Stepping inside, B’Elanna frowned. She could see his body silhouetted through the glass door. He was leaning against the wall, his arms outstretched and his head down. “That’s not very nice. And after I worked so hard to figure out that Kazon code on your door.” A code any 1st year cadet could work in his sleep.
“Go away, B'Elanna.”
“Tom?” He sounded tired. “Was it that tough of a run? I thought you were just piloting? You got back hours ago.”
“Please… please go.”
Pulling open the door, she flipped the switch to shut the water off, gasping at how hot it was. “You can sleep it off later, I – oh my god!” There were bite marks on his chest and shoulders. Bruises and marks covered his body. “What happened?”
“Nothing.” Pushing past her, he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his hips. “Just go away, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
There were scratches on his back and shoulders. “Seska?”
“Yes, Seska!” He turned on her. “Happy now? How did you think I got this gig? Out of the goodness of her heart?”
“I’m sorry.” She touched one of the bite marks gently.
“Don’t be.” He brushed her hand away. “Anything for a good cause, right? It’s not like I haven’t done it before.”
“There’s a dermal regenerator – “
“I did that. She just made new marks to replace the old ones.” Going to the main room, he collapsed on the bed. “Before she made more.”
“Oh, Tom… she hurts you…”
“Don’t worry, B'Elanna, I get to hurt her too. Problem is, she likes it.”
“How do you – I mean, if you – then – “ She was at a loss.
“Get it up?” He snorted. “Easy, mind over matter. I could fuck a Tellurite if I had to.”
“I didn’t realize.” She sat down next to him. “I thought you liked being with her.”
“You thought I liked it?” He laughed. “So does she.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“Yeah, we’re all sorry.” Tom sighed. “What do you want, B'Elanna? I’m tired.”
“I want to know what you found out.” She brushed the blond hair back from his eyes.
“There’s ten or fifteen cute guys up there, hard to tell, they’re not my type. Most of the warriors are here on the base. There’s a PADD over there with the baselines you wanted.”
“Thanks. It’ll make working on this Kazon junk a little easier.”
“Glad to help out.” Tom laid back and threw his arm over his eyes.
“Tom, what did you mean, ‘it’s not the first time’?”
He didn’t answer right away. Finally he sighed. “It’s not the first time I’ve used my body to get what I need.”
“You – you sold yourself?”
“Yes. Now leave me alone.” Under his arm, his eyes were squeezed tightly shut to trap the tears that were trying to escape. He heard the disgust in her voice. Doesn’t matter, Tommy boy. The more things change, the more they stay the same.
B'Elanna put her hand on his shoulder. He was trembling. She didn’t know how to comfort him. Fighting she knew, but comfort?
“When my bar bill would get too high or I was out of credits, Sandrine would introduce me to – “ He hesitated. “Friends. Lonely widows. Bored and neglected wives.”
“She ‘introduced’ you?”
“They got some attention and felt special for a while and I got the credits I needed.”
“And Sandrine got a percentage?”
“Of course.” A bitter laugh escaped him. “I was a gigolo – a whore.”
Pulling his arm down, B'Elanna looked into his tear filled eyes. “You were going through a bad time in your life.”
“A lot of people go through bad times, they don’t turn into drunks or sell their body.” He rubbed at his eyes. “The funny thing is – it never bothered me. I like women. I like making love to women and making them feel pretty and special. I didn’t feel –“
“Like you do now.” Leaning down, she kissed his cheek. “None of those women were anything like Seska, were they?”
“God, no.” He couldn’t tell her what Seska liked, how she enjoyed pain and enjoyed inflicting it even more. “Lets just say I’ll bet she never showed Chakotay what she’s really like.” The thought of the big guy letting Seska put nipple clamps on him, made Tom laugh.
“No doubt.” Lying next to him, B'Elanna laid her head on his shoulder.
“I need another shower.”
“Wait.”
“What for?” To his surprise, Tom felt her arms wrap around him. “B'Elanna?”
“For this.” She pressed her lips to his. Gently kissing him until his lips parted and she could tease his tongue with her own.
Eagerly, he returned her kiss, reaching up to cup her face. Tracing the delicate ridges on her forehead, Tom deepened the kiss until they were forced to break apart for air.
Growling, B'Elanna moved to sit astride his slim hips. Fire roared through her as the Blood Fever tried to gain a foothold. Grasping a handful of blond hair, she kissed him again, before nipping at his cheek in a mock bite.
Pushing her over on her back, Tom grasped her wrists to hold her down. He’d heard about Klingon women and how they mated. Part wrestling match part foreplay if he remembered right.
Breaking free, she pulled at the towel until it came loose. He was hard and erect “Is that for me, helm boy?”
“B'Elanna.” He tugged the zipper down on her shirt. “You don’t have to do this.”
“I want to.” His body shivered under her fingertips, firm muscles hiding under the deceptively soft skin. Skin Seska would die for daring to mark. “I want you.”
“This isn’t a pity fuck is it, B'Elanna?” Her breasts were a beautiful dusky color, small and firm in his hands.
“Don’t flatter yourself.” Raising her hips, she pushed her pants down.
Tom sat back and watched as she pulled off her boots and pants. “I’ll leave that for you – when I’m done.” He sucked in his breath as she took his erection in her hands. “God! You’re hands are hot!”
“Shut up and kiss me.” She growled.
“Yes, ma’am.” Tangling his fingers in her dark hair, he pulled her mouth to his.
Later, as they lay under the blankets, Tom carefully traced along her forehead ridges. They’d made love slowly and sweetly. Despite her occasional growls and nips, B'Elanna had sensed the need in him to be gentle after the violence Seska had subjected him to.
“Will you stop that?” She nipped at his finger as he trailed it down her nose and over her lips. “I hate those things.”
“Why?” He raised himself up on one elbow. “I think they’re beautiful.”
“You don’t have to lie to me, Tom.”
“I’m not lying, B'Elanna. I’ve always thought you were beautiful.”
“Huh! As if you noticed me with the Delaney twins around or Nicoletti.”
Kissing her pouting lips, he smiled. “I noticed you when I was on the Liberty, but you wouldn’t have anything to do with me, remember?”
“You were a pig.”
“True.” Tom lay back down. “I think I have a few more bite marks.”
“I’m as bad as Seska.”
“Don’t even compare yourself to her. Love bites are what you gave me.” He tickled her. “Hickies.”
“You left a few of your own.” B'Elanna grinned.
“You inspired me.” He kissed a red mark on her neck.
“Do you think Seska will notice you’ve got a few extra marks?”
“Nah, if she does, I’ll just tell her I attacked you and raped you.”
“Yeah, she’ll believe that.” She kissed him. “Right after you tell her you struck latinum in her backyard.”
“Go to sleep already.”
Snuggling against each other, they drifted off to sleep.