Games End

Disclaimer: Yeah, yeah, not mine, okay?
Rating: NC-17
Codes: J/C
Summary: Re-working of that sham episode, Endgame! I mean, could I do any worse than TPTB?

Prologue:

Voyager’s bridge crew watched as the temporal rift opened and a shuttlecraft suddenly appeared, heading straight for them. It had a Federation signature.

“We’re being hailed,” Kim announced.

Janeway paused for a moment before rising from her chair and moving to stand behind Paris. “On-screen,” she ordered.

A familiar, yet considerably older, face appeared. “Recalibrate your deflector to emit an anti-tachyon pulse. You have to seal that rift." The harsh tone invited no arguments.

Janeway bristled. “It’s usually considered polite to introduce yourself before you start giving orders.”

“Captain, a Klingon vessel is coming through,” Tuvok gravely reported.

The image on the view screen leant forward. “Close the rift!”

Janeway glared.

“In case you didn’t notice, I outrank you, Captain. Now do it!”

Janeway quickly gave the order to seal the rift, avoiding any possible confrontation with the chasing Klingons. In the calming aftermath, however, the Captain was after answers and she wasn’t the only one.

Since the arrival of the shuttle, Chakotay had been frozen in his command chair, staring at the grey-haired Admiral, his brow creased in total confusion.

“I did what you asked, now tell me what the hell is going on!” Janeway snapped. The accompanying death glare failed to intimidate their “guest”.

“I’ve come to bring Voyager home,” Admiral Chakotay replied.

                                                            *

Commander Chakotay accompanied his doppelganger to sickbay and silently watched as the Doctor performed various scans. He thought back to the scene in the transporter room when the Admiral had beamed aboard. There was something about his older self’s eyeing of the Captain that made him uneasy. The intensity of his gaze had excluded everyone else present and Chakotay couldn’t help but wonder what had happened during the Admiral’s meeting with Janeway in her Ready Room.

The EMH interrupted his thoughts. "My scans of the Admiral's cerebral cortex turned up something interesting.”

“What is it?”

The Doctor enlarged a portion of the Admiral’s brain scan, revealing what looked like a microchip. “I’m not sure. I’ve never seen this kind of implant before.”

“Alien technology?” Chakotay asked, continuing to ignore the older man perched on the biobed.

The hologram shook his head. “The micro-circuitry has a Starfleet signature.”

“Of course it does,” Admiral Chakotay injected, startling the baffled medic.

“Admiral?”

“You invented it – twelve years ago from my perspective.”

Chakotay impatiently shifted his weight from one foot to the other as the Admiral played to the EMH’s ego.

“Fascinating,” the Doctor enthused, attentively listening to the Admiral’s explanation. He probed further, unaware that the Captain had joined them. “Tell me, what other extraordinary breakthroughs am I going to make?”

“Doctor!” Janeway hissed, sharing an exasperated look with her First Officer.

“Sorry, Captain … but you can’t blame a hologram for being curious!”

“Just finish your report!” She ordered, placing both hands on her hips and focusing solely on the Doctor as he explained the results of his tests.

“My scans indicate that the two of them are genetically identical. The Admiral is the Commander, approximately twenty-six years from now.”

Chakotay was still unnerved by the Admiral’s interest in the Captain. As soon as she had entered sickbay, the older man’s gaze had once again been riveted to her. It was as if he was unable to tear his eyes away, but it was the undisguised hunger that bothered Chakotay the most.

                                                                *

“How are the modifications coming along?” Chakotay asked, quickly sidestepping two crewmen carrying a large power coil.

“They are progressing at an adequate pace,” Seven haughtily replied, inputting data into the PADD she was holding.

Chakotay smiled warmly. “And how are things between you and our heavily pregnant Chief Engineer?”

Seven took a deep breath and released it slowly. “I believe I share the same opinion as many of her staff – we will be grateful when the baby has been born and her hormonal level returns to normal.”

B’Elanna’s raised voice could be heard from the upper level of Engineering. Chakotay grinned. “I see what you mean.” He hesitated a moment before adding, “Keep me informed of any problems – or casualties!”

Seven straightened her spine. “Acknowledged, Commander.”

He gave a brief nod and headed for the doors.

“Commander?”

Chakotay turned back. “Seven?”

The former Borg appeared nervous. “I was wondering if you would be free later … perhaps dinner?”

He gave her an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, Seven. The Captain wants to discuss our situation and make contingency plans …”

“I see,” she said, tersely.

Chakotay continued, “She’s invited the Admiral too. Quite honestly, this is one dinner I’d rather skip! The two of them hardly need my input.”

“In that case, maybe we could have lunch tomorrow? It will give you something pleasant to dwell on during your evening.”

Seven’s sense of humour had initially surprised him, now he found it charming, if a little odd.

“Count me in,” he replied, flashing her a dimpled smile before leaving.

                                                             *

Dinner had been strained, with the Captain and the Admiral arguing constantly. Chakotay could feel the beginnings of indigestion.

“I don’t know … that nebula is crawling with Borg and you want to just take this ship right back in? It’s ridiculous!” Janeway exclaimed, pacing the area between the table and the couch.

“I have the technology to beat them,” the Admiral countered.

“It’s too risky,” Kathryn emphasised.

The Admiral stood up and walked towards the replicator. “Mind?” he asked, casting a look at Janeway.

She shook her head and gave a sweeping gesture of her hand, indicating that her replicator was his. “We already know we make it home, okay, it might take a few more years but …”

The older Chakotay slammed his fist against the wall, startling both his younger self and the Captain. “Damnit, Kathryn! Do you think I’ve travelled back in time for just the fun of it? There is no OTHER WAY!” he hollered, piercing her with his dark eyes. He took a steadying breath. “Too many sacrifices were made,” he whispered.

Behind his back, Kathryn caught Chakotay’s eye and raised a questioning eyebrow.

The Admiral’s gravelly voice barked an order to the replicator. “Coffee, black.”

His request surprised his younger companions and Chakotay hesitantly queried, “I’ve never drank black coffee in my life …”

Admiral Chakotay held the cup to his face and inhaled the rich aroma. “I’ve been drinking it for the past twenty-three years.” His expression altered. Pain, deep and raw flashed briefly across his lined face before his features hardened.

Kathryn seized the moment to inject some light-hearted banter. “I knew I’d eventually make you see sense and stop poisoning it with cream and sugar!”

The chuckle died in her throat as her gaze flicked from the Commander to the Admiral, noticing how tightly he gripped the cup, his knuckles white. “I’m sorry … I it wasn’t my intention to …”

“I’ve never asked you for anything, Kathryn,” Admiral Chakotay began, “but right now I need you to trust me. This is the only way to get OUR crew home.”

It was as thought the air had been sucked from the room and Chakotay was aware of holding his breath.

Kathryn gave a slight nod. “Okay, we’ll try it your way.”

“Sickbay to the Captain.”

“Janeway here, what is it Doctor?”

“Seven of Nine collapsed during her regeneration cycle. I believe you should come down to sickbay.”

Janeway missed Chakotay’s look of alarm. “Is she alright?”

“She has adapted, thanks to her Borg nanoprobes and my medical expertise, but she has some information you should be aware of.”

“I’m on my way, Janeway out,” she barked, striding for the door and pausing as it hissed open. “Coming, gentlemen?”

Chakotay eagerly followed, subconsciously aware that his older self was reluctant in doing so.

“Admiral?” Janeway prompted.

He gave a sigh of irritation. “Yes, yes - let’s go and see what fascinating insight our regular Borg has to offer.”

Commander Chakotay clenched his fists, fighting the temptation to land a punch on the Admiral, who swaggered casually to the turbolift, still drinking his coffee.

                                                             *

“Her cortical node was exposed to a low energy EM surge,” the Doctor explained to the three officers. “It could have been much worse.”

“It was the Borg Queen,” Seven announced. “She wanted to make sure I'd be able to deliver a message. She said she'd assimilate Voyager if we attempted to re-enter the nebula.”

Chakotay moved closer to his girlfriend, offering silent support.

“Why is it so important to her?” The Captain asked.

Admiral Chakotay ignored Seven. “That doesn’t matter. She’s not going to make good on her threat,” he assured.

“I wish I shared your confidence,” Janeway countered.

“You would if you’d had as much experience with the Queen as I’ve had,” he replied, taking a long slug of his cooling coffee.

The arguments aired over dinner begin to resurface. “It was one thing to attempt this when we thought it was a secret, but if the Borg are monitoring us …”

The Admiral interrupted, “There’s no guarantee they won’t try to assimilate Voyager even if we don’t go back to the nebula!”

“Is that supposed to be reassuring?” the Doctor whispered to the Captain.

Chakotay placed a gentle palm on Seven’s arm and gave it a comforting squeeze, knowing how uncomfortable ‘family reunions’ were for her.

The Admiral ignored him and continued to fix Janeway with his intense gaze. “I’m not saying the Borg aren’t dangerous, but from MY perspective, they’re thirty years behind the times.”

“We shouldn’t push our luck,” Janeway said, warily.

Admiral Chakotay drained his cup and gave a smirk. “Luck’s not going to have anything to do with it. I know you don't want to hear too much about the future, but let's just say I ran into the Borg a few more times before I made it home. If I hadn't developed technology and tactics that could defeat them, I wouldn't be standing here today."

Janeway’s concern wavered in the face of his strong conviction. “We'll maintain course for the nebula. But we'll stay at red alert, and I want continuous scans for Borg activity.”

                                                              *

Admiral Chakotay stood in the corner of the briefing room glowering. The attempt at entering the nebula had been aborted once Janeway had discovered what was hidden inside it. He now watched with burning anger as Seven explained the significance of the trans-warp hub to the senior staff.

“Of all the Borg’s tactical advantages, this could be the most significant,” Tuvok stated.

“It’s no wonder the Queen didn’t want us in that nebula,” Chakotay chimed in.

Janeway glanced at her officers. “So how do we destroy it?”

Admiral Chakotay huffed through Seven’s explanation of how they could theoretically disable the interspatial manifolds, collapsing the hub. He slammed a hand on the table.

“This is a waste of time! The shielding for those manifolds is regulated from the central plexus by the Queen herself. You might be able to damage one of them, maybe two. But by the time you moved onto the third, she'd adapt!”

Janeway had no intention of backing down. “There may be a way of bringing them down simultaneously!”

The Admiral leaned forward. “From where? Inside the hub? Voyager would be crushed like a bug!”

Chakotay stepped between them. “What about taking the conduit back to the alpha quadrant and then destroying the structure from the other side?"

The older man glared at him contemptuously. “This hub is here. There's nothing in the Alpha Quadrant but exit apertures." He flung his arm out, gesturing wildly. “While you're all standing around, dreaming up fantasy tactical scenarios, the Queen is studying her scans of our armour and weapons and she's probably got the entire Collective working on a way to counter them!" He focused once more on the Captain. "So, take the ship back into that nebula, and go home - before it's too late."

Janeway turned to her senior staff. “Find a way to destroy that hub,” she ordered then gave the Admiral a frosty glare. “Let’s take a walk.”

Admiral Chakotay strolled out behind her. “What no coffee? I could murder another cup.”

The gathered crew just caught her terse reply. “I could murder you right now, Admiral, so let’s walk!”

                                                           *

The next thirty-two hours produced a flurry of activity as Voyager’s crew worked to find a way of destroying the hub. Despite the demanding pressure, Chakotay found time to wonder exactly what “The Walk” (as Harry Kim called it), had revealed. Kathryn had not confided any of the details to him, but she seemed even more pre-occupied and worried. The sudden looks of concern she had been throwing at Tuvok had also caught his attention and he vowed to speak to her as soon as possible.

                                                          *

The Mess hall was dimly lit and the two occupants seated at a table in the far corner were unaware of Chakotay’s arrival. He hovered in the dark shadows.

The Admiral leant forward. “I was wrong to lie to you … to think I could talk you out of something you’d set your mind to,” he whispered earnestly.

Janeway softened with his admission. “You were only trying to do what you thought was right for all of us.”

“Well, you’ve changed my mind about that and I’d like to help you carry out your mission. Maybe together we can increase our odds.”

Janeway poured them both a fresh coffee from the pot on the table. “Maybe we can do more than that,” she paused as they both took a sip, “there’s got to be a way of having our cake and eating it!”

Her smile was almost infectious. “We can’t destroy that hub and get Voyager home,” he said sadly.

She sat back and regarded him from under her lashes. “Are you absolutely sure about that?”

He couldn’t help smiling. “There might be a way,” he admitted, “I considered it once, but it seemed too risky …”

She clasped his hand, eyes shining with excitement. “Whatever it is, let’s try it! We can do this, Chakotay! We’ve always been unbeatable before!”

“Could I ever say no to you, Kathryn?” he asked.

She shot him a coy look. “You might - now …”

“Excuse me?”

Kathryn continued to hold his hand and took a steadying breath. “You’ve already broken the Prime Directive …”

“And?” His thumb unconsciously caressed her knuckles.

“And I know you told me about Tuvok’s illness and the twenty-two other crewmen that’ll die before we reach the Alpha Quadrant …” She licked her lips nervously. “I’ve been wondering … what happened to us? I’ve always hoped that once we were home we’d …”

In the shadows, the younger Chakotay’s breath hitched. Was it possible that after all this time, she had feelings for him?

The Admiral pulled his hand away from Kathryn’s. “There was no ‘us’. I married Seven.”

Kathryn reeled. “Seven?”

“They’ve just started dating.”

Kathryn pushed her chair back and shakily stood up. “Seven,” she whispered, turning to look out of the viewport.

The Admiral rose and crossed to stand behind her. “For what its worth, Kathryn, I never stopped loving you.”

She gave a choked sob.

“Kathryn …” he reached out and gently touched her shoulder. “I never wanted to hurt you …”

“Does he?” she croaked. “Does he want to hurt me?”

The younger Chakotay dug his fingers into the counter and watched helplessly as his older self pulled Kathryn into his arms.

“He’s lonely … I was lonely,” he whispered, his breath ruffling her hair.

Her head jerked up and her eyes penetrated his. “I’m lonely,” she confessed. “Please … just this once …” Kathryn’s palm cupped his neck, drawing him closer as she stretched up on tip-toes. “Kiss me …”

He’d waited thirty-three years for her to issue that invitation and wasted no time before covering her mouth with his and kissing her softly. Their lips moved sweetly together, causing Kathryn to part hers with a little moan.

It was like a knife twisting in his gut; watching his older self kissing the woman he could only dream of loving. Chakotay was unable to tear his eyes away as Kathryn pressed herself against the Admiral, kissing him passionately.

“Come back to my quarters?” she asked, huskily.

He nuzzled her swollen lips. “For coffee?”

“For anything you want,” she purred, stealing another heated kiss.

Chakotay watched them leave, teeth gritted. Alone, he took his frustration out on the furniture, hurling a chair and throwing a punch at another.

Ten minutes later, and not feeling any calmer, Chakotay stormed down Voyager’s corridors. Entering the turbolift he barked out his destination – Cargo Bay Two.

                                                              *

“Regeneration cycle incomplete,” the computer’s shrill voice announced.

Seven stepped down from the dais and stood with her hands behind her back. “You wished to see me, Commander?”

Chakotay took her face in his hands and slanted his mouth over hers, kissing her with bruising intensity.

Seven pushed him away. “Cease this activity! I do not like it.”

“You just need more practise,” he panted, attempting to repeat his ‘lesson’.

“You will refrain from touching me, or I will break your arm,” she warned.

“I think that’s more B’Elanna’s style,” he quipped, trying to lighten the sudden foul mood.

“Chakotay to Chakotay.”

He slapped his comm. badge in annoyance. “What can I do for you, Admiral?”

“Report immediately to your quarters, Chakotay out.”

Chakotay gave an angry growl.

“I think it is best that you comply,” Seven told him, keeping her distance.

He took a deep breath. “Seven, I’m sorry … I shouldn’t have forced you …”

“Goodnight, Commander.”

Her dismissal stung and he had option but to leave.

                                                           *

Inside the First Officer’s quarters, Admiral Chakotay was agitated and the black coffee in his hand was not helping. Chakotay strode in seriously pissed off.

“Make yourself at home!” he spat.

“We have to talk.”

Chakotay threw himself on the couch. “You didn’t last long, hell that must’ve been a big disappointment for the Captain!”

The Admiral stalked nearer, his eyes dark and threatening. “Watch your mouth, I’m not that old that I can’t whip your ass!”

Chakotay jumped up. “Anytime you fancy your chances, old man!”

The Admiral turned away. “I didn’t ask you here to fight.”

“Oh? Then perhaps you asked me here to gloat? Tell me, what was it like? Is she any good?”

The other man looked surprised.

“I was in the Mess Hall – I saw you kissing her!” Chakotay snarled.

“You’re a God-damn fool. She doesn’t want me! I’m an old man!”

“She looked pretty eager from where I was standing!”

The Admiral shook his head. “Follow me,” he ordered, heading into the bedroom.

“Don’t tell me you have her tied up!” Chakotay snapped.

“Shut up and listen!”

Through the bulk head muffled sobbing could be heard. Chakotay was immediately concerned. “What did you do to her? I swear if you’ve hurt her …”

The Admiral walked back into the other room. “I turned her down.”

“Crazy fool!”

“Takes one to know one,” the older man countered. “Go to her, Chakotay. She’s crying for you, not me.”

“She knows where I am,” he stubbornly argued.

Admiral Chakotay grabbed his younger self’s jacket. “I didn’t fuck with the past just to let you screw up again!” he hissed.

“So tell me why you did come back!”

The Admiral released his fierce grip and stepped back. “You have no idea what pain I’ve experienced. I came back to re-write history and save Kathryn Janeway.”

“Save her?” Chakotay’s head was pounding.

“In two years time, you’ll marry Seven,” the Admiral began, walking to the viewport and staring out at the stars. “Kathryn will perform the ceremony and you’ll never guess just how much that’ll hurt her. You won’t realise until after she dies just how much she loved you …”

“Kathryn … dies?”

“One year after my marriage … in my arms, on a planet controlled by the Fen Domar.”

“Who?”

“A ruthless race who despise the Borg. They were after Seven. Kathryn sacrificed her life to save her while Seven returned to the ship. I didn’t realise until it was too late … she died in my arms, battered and bloody.”

The tears rolled freely over his cheeks. “She told me she’d done it for me, because I loved Seven … Spirits … even then I couldn’t tell her the truth! She was choking … so much blood … she told me she loved me that much … to save my wife …”

Chakotay was too stunned to speak.

“Afterwards, once the initial shock had worn off, I began questioning things. I confronted Seven … why hadn’t she saved Kathryn? Hailed the ship? Used her nanoprobes to bring her back like she did with Neelix? Want to know what she said?”

Chakotay could barely find his voice. “Yes.”

“She told me … shit, after twenty-three years you’d think I’d have dealt with this, right? Seven told me that she resented my … lingering feelings for Kathryn and that was why … she hadn’t helped her. She LET her die! Our marriage was soon dissolved and I became Voyager’s Captain. I got the crew home but it was too late. Don’t make my mistake, Chakotay, go to her,” he implored.

                                                             *

Chakotay tried the chime again – to no avail. Taking a deep breath, he used his security over-ride and entered. The Captain’s quarters were in darkness and it took a while for his eyes to adjust.

“Kathryn?”

“Get the hell out!” she hissed.

He saw her, huddled on the floor, her arms wrapped around her knees.

“I’m not leaving.”

“I’m the Captain Damnit! I’ll make it an order!”

Chakotay knelt beside her and reached out to touch her shoulder. “He told me …”

Kathryn reared up, knocking his arm away. “Did you have a good laugh about me? The poor desperate Captain? Getting turned down by a man almost TWICE my age?”

Up close he could see her eyes were swollen. “No! He cares about you … we both do.”

“Ha! You’re with Seven now!”

“I know you have feelings for me, Kathryn …”

“So you thought you’d just barge in and ‘service’ me? Did you think I’d just open my legs and let you fuck me?”

“It’s not like that!”

“You arrogant bastard!” she swung her hand back, intending to slap him.

Chakotay grabbed her arm. “I won’t let you hit me!”

“Go to hell!” she screeched, struggling against him.

They toppled and Chakotay only just managed to avoid crushing her. He gazed at her, lying underneath him, then next thing he knew he was kissing her.

There was nothing tender or soft about the kiss, instead it was demanding and brutal, as their lips smashed repeatedly together. Kathryn’s mouth opened the same time her hands pulled him fully onto her. He groaned, rocking his pelvis into hers and fucking her warm mouth with his tongue.

There were no loving declarations, or conscious decisions, just animalistic grunts accompanied by desperate pawing. Within seconds their uniform pants had been pushed down, quickly followed by their underwear, and then Chakotay was surging inside her.

Kathryn broke the kiss and gave a low moan. “Yes …”

He was pumping into her, hard and fast. “Spirits you feel good,” he panted.

She clung to his shoulders. “Please …”

Sweat dripped from his forehead as he increased his pace, spearing her tiny body with violent thrusts.

“Oh yes …”

His mouth moved to her ear. “I can’t last … incredible … love you …Kathryn … Spirits …”

Her body arched and a whimpering sound left her lips. He felt her muscles clamping around him and was unable to fight his own release. He cried out her name as he emptied himself, spurting deep inside her cervix.

It took a moment for him to realise what had happened and he cursed in his native tongue before rolling off her and onto his back, uncaring that his flaccid cock was lying stickily on his leg.

“I’m sorry,” he rasped.

Kathryn closed her legs and fought to bring her breathing under control. “Because I’m not her?” she asked, bitterly.

He turned his head to look at her. “Because that’s not the way I ever imagined our first time.”

She brought her knee up, shielding her messy pubic area from his eyes. “No, me neither.”

“I always imagined candles and soft music,” he added.

Kathryn continued to stare up at the ceiling. “It was … good though.”

“You deserve better.”

There was a long, uncomfortable pause. Finally Kathryn spoke. “Was this … all there will ever be? Will you go back to … her?”

He reached out to grasp her hand. “No.”

“Did you mean it? What you said when you were … when we were …”

She trailed off and Chakotay struggled to recall what words he had whispered during their lustful encounter.

Kathryn released his hand and started to sit up. “I see.”

He leant forward and placed a palm on her shoulder. “All I can remember is how good it felt, being inside you. How well we fitted together, the taste of your mouth under mine, the softness of your thighs cradling me …” his warm breath caressed her ear and she shuddered. “I love you, Kathryn. I don’t want this to be a one-night stand, or a goodbye.”

She turned to look at him. “Me neither. I love you … I should’ve told you that years ago.”

Chakotay gently traced her jaw-line. “You can spend the rest of our lives telling me.”

Kathryn gave a crooked smile. “That sounds awfully permanent!”

“I won’t settle for anything less,” he grinned.

Kathryn lent nearer and planted a soft kiss on his lips. “As much as I hate to break the mood, I really have to get up off this floor!” she chuckled. “And I really need to … well … clean up,” she added, looking embarrassed.

Chakotay toed off his boots and shrugged out of his pants and underwear then quickly removed hers. “Allow me,” he said, getting to his feet and bending to sweep her up into his arms.

Kathryn gave a squeak of surprise as she settled into his firm arms and realised, with dismay that the movement caused their joint fluids to trickle out of her. “I’m leaking,” she mumbled. “I’m going to stain your uniform …”

“I don’t care,” he told her, carrying her into the bathroom and carefully lowering her to her feet.

Kathryn stole a peek in the bathroom mirror and blushed furiously at their half-naked reflections. “Oh my, look at the state of us!” She gave an embarrassed laugh.

“Hmmm, I might have to put you on report, Captain, for failing to follow standard dress codes!” His warm hands stroked over the gentle swell of her belly, accompanying his words.

“Chakotay …”

“Ssh,” he whispered, slowly unzipping her jacket and pulling the turtleneck and tank over her head.

The light was too bright in the bathroom and Kathryn began nervously fidgeting, stopping his hands as they began working on the clasp of her bra.

“Please,” she implored, turning to face him, avoiding their reflection.

“What is it?” he whispered, cupping her face and looking concerned.

“Its …” she averted her eyes. “It was dark, in there … I’m … not young anymore, Chakotay …”

“You think I won’t find your body appealing?”

She looked upset. “Couldn’t we dim the lights? Just a little?”

He tipped her chin, forcing her to meet his probing gaze. “Kathryn, I love you and I want to see you – all of you! You could never disappoint me. You’re a very beautiful and sexy woman.”

“Thank you,” she smiled. “But I think I would feel less self-conscious if you were undressed too!”

“Care to assist, Captain?” He chuckled when her fingers joined his, swiftly removing the rest of his uniform.

“Oh my,” she breathed, smoothing her palms over his chest and causing his nipples to harden.

“You like?” he whispered.

“Oh yes, very much!”

Her soft lips moved over his chest, nuzzling and caressing his skin, igniting a trail of fire that led directly to his groin. He murmured her name and lightly tugged on her hair, bringing her mouth up to meet his. This time the kiss was sweet and tender, a gentle meshing of lips and joining of tongues.

His hands languidly explored her, running up and down the smooth expanse of her back and swirling over her firm buttocks. He cupped both cheeks and gave them a squeeze, swallowing her breathy moan of pleasure.

“Why didn’t we do this sooner?” she panted, arching her neck and encouraging his lips to explore the slim column of her throat.

He thrust a muscular thigh between hers and pressed it against her sex, which was still sticky from their previous joining. “Take your bra off for me, Kathryn,” he rasped, nipping her collarbone. “I want to see those lovely breasts you’ve been hiding.”

“They’re not very big,” she warned, reaching back to unclasp the black lacy bra and letting it slide from her shoulders.

Chakotay’s eyes grew dark as they hotly roamed from one mound to the other. “Spirits … they’re perfect …” He cupped them in both hands, feeling their weight.

Kathryn sighed and arched into his touch. “I’m glad you like them …”

“Like them? I love them,” he growled, tweaking the stiffening nipples.

She groaned as his head dipped lower and his lips fastened around a taut peak. He sucked eagerly, while his fingers fondled the neglected breast, pinching her nipple none too gently.

“Oh yes!” she cried.

His mouth moved fervently over her chest, biting and licking her nipples until they ached and throbbed with pleasure. The attention to her breasts had her whimpering non-stop, tossing her head from side to side.

“I wanted this time to be slow,” he grunted.

“Maybe later,” she cried, pulling his face back to hers and kissing him passionately. “Right now I need you! Take me, Chakotay … hard!”

A low growl escaped the back of his throat. “Be careful what you wish for, Kathryn,” he warned, turning her suddenly and pushing her shoulders lower.

She was facing the mirror, arms braced against the vanity unit. He positioned himself behind her and rubbed his erection in the moisture of her sex, making her moan.

“Please, don’t tease me …”

“Watch us, Kathryn. Watch us in the mirror …”

He penetrated her with one long thrust, filling her completely with his impressive member.

“Oh God,” she breathed. “You’re so huge …”

Chakotay smiled at her reflection. “I’ll take that as a compliment,” he told her, pulling almost out and plunging back inside.

Her head dipped and whatever reply she was intending got lost in the keening wail that echoed in the small bathroom.

“Is this good, Kathryn? Can you feel me fucking you?”

His pace got quicker and he watched in fascination as her breasts jiggled and swayed. He moved his hands forward and cupped them, giving her nipples a sharp tug.

Kathryn reared upwards. “Oh, yes … please …”

“You’ve got fucking beautiful tits …”

“Please …”

She looked incredible, bent over in front of the mirror while he fucked her. He loved the sight of his dark skin against hers, the way her pale flesh moulded into his large hands. One hand splayed lower, covering the swollen folds of her sex.

“Touch me … yes … there,” she begged, breathlessly.

“Spirits, you’re so hot and wet … I can feel your pussy juices in my hand.”

Her head jerked up and her eyes met his, the blue depths betraying her surprise and her embarrassment. “No one’s ever … talked to me like that before.”

Chakotay nuzzled her neck. “Does it make you uncomfortable?”

“I’m not sure …”

He pressed his fingers against her clit. “You have a beautiful, tight, hot pussy … and later … I’m going to kiss it … and eat it … and lick it out with my tongue …”

Kathryn arched up and made a strangled sobbing noise.

“Come for me, Kathryn,” he urged, circling her throbbing bundle of nerves and increasing the pace of his thrusts.

“Oh God … I can’t … oh … oh … oh!”

He watched her in the mirror, her expression one of agony, eyes tightly closed, mouth open and panting, body rigid. He was losing control, quickly following her over the edge, encouraged by her inner walls milking his cock and the jerking spasms of her tiny form. A garbled shout signalled his release and streams of hot, sticky ejaculate splashed against the neck of her womb.

They both slumped forward and Kathryn rested her head against the cool surface of the basin. “Dear God!”

“Spirits!” he gasped, struggling to keep them upright.

Neither was able to move for a moment while they fought to even out their breathing. Eventually, Chakotay straightened up, causing his flaccid cock to slip from her depths.

“I definitely need to clean up now,” she chuckled, feeling the telltale slickness trickling down her thighs.

“You’re not the only one,” he quipped. “Spirits, I can’t remember a time it ever felt this good!”

Kathryn turned and gave him a dazzling smile. “Neither can I. I love what you do to me.”

The huskiness of her voice was a complete contrast to her usual command tones and Chakotay found it irresistible. “And you have no idea what effect you have on me!” he grinned, pulling her into his arms and holding her tightly.

“Fancy saving water?” she murmured.

“I’ve always been interested in conserving resources!”

“Hmmm! Computer, activate shower, water setting, moderate temperature.”

The computer bleeped an acknowledgement and the shower spurted into life.

“Come on,” Kathryn said, tugging his hand. “You can wash my back.”

“I’ll wash more than your back, woman!”

“Down boy! I don’t think either of us is capable of anything more than sleep right now!”

Chakotay stepped into the shower and pulled her under the steaming water spray. “Don’t be so sure, I generally find a good shower to be most invigorating!”

Kathryn rolled her eyes and handed him the soap. “Just what have I gotten myself into?”

                                                               *

“I have a confession to make … something I’m not very proud of,” Chakotay began.

They were lying in her bed, cuddling, and Kathryn was tracing invisible patterns along the muscular plane of his chest. Her fingers stilled.

“Oh?”

Chakotay did not miss the wary catch to her voice. “I was in the Mess Hall earlier … I saw you and the Admiral kiss …”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, leaning up and looking earnestly into his eyes.

“That’s not it … afterwards I was angry, upset … I couldn’t think straight … I went down to the Cargo Bay and interrupted Seven’s regeneration ... took her in my arms and … forcibly kissed her.”

Kathryn’s gaze dropped. “I see.”

“No you don’t! It was wrong of me, hell it was her first kiss and I was behaving like a total jerk!”

“You hadn’t kissed her yet?” a smug smile danced on her lips.

“She had a schedule,” he offered.

Kathryn’s grin became more pronounced, accompanied by an arched eyebrow. “Schedule?”

“She’d been searching the computer for dating guidelines – kissing was covered in ‘date four’.”

Kathryn’s snort soon turned into a full-blown laugh. “Oh, I’m sorry, Chakotay!” She tried to school features. “By her standards - I’m an easy lay!”

“Kathryn, its not funny, I could’ve put her off dating for life! And you’re anything but an easy lay!”

“Chakotay, Seven’s Borg, she’ll adapt!” she deadpanned. “As for me, well, you haven’t even taken me out on a date and yet here you are, naked in my bed!”

“Thanks to the Admiral,” he huffed.

She traced his full lips. “Don’t be jealous, darling.”

Chakotay caught her fingers and entwined them with his. “Would you have slept with him?”

“Yes.” There was no hesitation.

“But he’s an old man!”

“He’s still you.”

Chakotay shot her a look of incredulity. Kathryn tried a different tack.

“Okay, just imagine the scenario was reversed and it was an older version of me … wouldn’t you have been just a little tempted? Or is the thought of an Admiral Janeway really unappealing?”

Her teasing tone fell flat once she saw the expression on his face.

“Chakotay?”

His arms tightened around her. “In his timeline, there is no Admiral Janeway …”

“Don’t tell me I retired after we reached the Alpha Quadrant!”

“You never made it back,” he whispered.

Kathryn’s jaw dropped. “I was one of the twenty-two crewmen who died …”

“I’m sorry.”

“When? How?”

“Three years from now, whilst saving Seven.”

“Your wife.”

It wasn’t really a question.

“HIS wife.”

They both fell silent.

“Twenty-three years ago,” Kathryn suddenly sat up.

“Sorry?”

“That’s when his Janeway died and THAT’S when he started drinking black coffee!”

“To remind him of her …” Chakotay added, more interested in the sight of her naked breasts than the Admiral’s tragic history.

“Yes! And he came back not only to bring this crew home, but to save her – me,” she amended with a grin. “He must’ve loved her a great deal. Do you love me that much?”

His fingers were gently teasing her right nipple, encouraging it to stiffen. “More, much more.”

Kathryn leant into his touch. “Are you talking about me or my domesticated bosom?”

“There’s nothing domesticated about these,” he told her, intently mapping a trail of freckles, which led from one breast to the other.

“Sweet-talker.”

He eased her back down onto the bed and kissed her softly. “Ready for round three?”

“I was ready in the shower!” she answered, running her fingers through his jet-black hair.

“Liar!” he countered, planting open-mouthed kisses over her face and throat.

Her hand found his growing erection. “Are we aiming for slow this time?”

“We are, if you stop doing that.”

She pumped him, smoothly. “This?”

Chakotay groaned and reached between them to remove her tortuous palm. “Yes!”

Her tongue lapped around his ear. “Didn’t you like that” she purred.

Chakotay burrowed his head in her shoulder and groaned. “Too much,” he croaked. “Please, Kathryn … let me make love to you the way I’ve always dreamed of …”

She pulled his face level with hers and kissed him sweetly. “Okay, I’m all yours,” she whispered, stretching her arms above her head and surrendering her body.

He gave another growl, making her laugh softly. “Vixen!”

Kathryn gazed at him through smoky eyes. “Love me …”

“I do. Spirits I do.”

His lips brushed delicately over hers, teasing them until they parted with a sigh and allowed his tongue to slip inside. He explored her, lovingly, tangling with her tongue in a warm, sloppy duel. As they kissed, his hands caressed her, one stroking her face and neck, the other lightly skimming over the swell of her breasts.

“Your skin is so soft,” he whispered, lavishing attention on the sensitive area below her ear.

Kathryn shuddered and a low moan sounded in the back of her throat. He smiled against her neck.

“Is this good spot, Kathryn?”

It took two attempts before she could answer. “Yes ... oh … very good …”

He nibbled it with his teeth, giving in to the adolescent urge to brand her his. Her fingers tugged at his hair and for one moment he feared his harsh sucking was hurting her.

“Oh God, Chakotay …” she whimpered, tilting her neck further.

He obliged her with a second, angry looking mark, before moving lower and delicately worshipping her breasts, teasing each nipple into a rigid peak.

Chakotay could feel her eyes on him as he suckled contentedly. He looked up and gave a cheeky wink then returned to his ardent manipulations, holding the tip between his sharp teeth and swirling his tongue over it.

Kathryn watched him pulling her breast upwards with every suck, his hand mimicking the action on the other one. She whimpered loudly.

He released her with a wet ‘pop’. “Enjoying this?” he asked, toying with the glistening nipple.

“Probably not as much as you!” she answered, huskily.

Chakotay chuckled then proceeded to devour her left breast, leaving another reminder of his ownership on the fleshy underside
.
“Please …” she begged, writhing underneath him.

“What is it you want?” His mouth kissed over the rise of her belly.

“You inside me …”

He shifted lower. “My cock, Kathryn, or my tongue?”

“I …” she floundered.

“Or maybe my fingers?”

He parted her legs widely and studied her moist pink folds.

“Oh! I don’t care … please …”

Chakotay lowered his head and lapped along the length of her dripping sex, covering every part of it with broad sweeps. She bucked up from the contact and he wrapped an arm around one thigh, holding her in down while his fingers parted her pussy and his lips burrowed deeper.

“Oh God … please …” she groaned, clinging to the bedding.

His tongue tormented her sensitive flesh, circling and probing before delving into her musky wetness to fuck her.

The sheets were a tangled mess under her writhing body and she was begging and whimpering in equal amounts.

Two thrusting fingers replaced his tongue, leaving him able to concentrate completely on her swollen clitoris. He latched his lips onto it and sucked hard, sending her flying over the edge with a hoarse cry.

Chakotay had no intention of letting up; instead he used his teeth, lips, tongue and fingers to force another orgasm on her. He was working her up to her third when she yanked on his hair and pulled him away.

“Twice is more than enough if you want me capable of returning the favour!” she panted. “You could drive a girl crazy with that tongue of yours!”

He repositioned himself so that his body was covering hers. “Is that a complaint?”

Kathryn cupped the back of his head and drew his mouth nearer. “Definitely not,” she answered, kissing him and eagerly sharing the taste of her salty juices.

Chakotay was losing himself in her embrace and was on the verge of penetrating her when she suddenly broke the kiss and flipped them over.

“Turn about is fair play, don’t you agree?” she asked, playfully.

He repeated her earlier action and folded his hands behind his head. “I’m all yours!”

“You’d better believe it,” she murmured, bending to graze his chest with her teeth, leaving tiny indentations as she moved from one dark nipple to the other.

It was Chakotay’s turn to groan as she chewed a tender peak with her molars.

“Spirits!”

“Do you like that?” Her tongue lapped at them, soothing the angry-looking tips.

“Yes … they’re not normally that sensitive …”

“Perhaps it’s my technique,” she whispered seductively. “Let’s see if I can repeat my success …”

Wriggling lower, Kathryn cupped his balls, rolling them gently in her palm. Her free hand stroked his cock and his gasp quickly turned into a cry when he felt her tongue bathing the head, lapping at the translucent pre-cum.

“Oh fuck, Kathryn!”

“Hmmm?” Her reply vibrated around the bulbous end, earning her another groan.

He reached down and tucked her hair behind her ears, not wanting anything to interfere with the sight of Kathryn Janeway sucking on his cock.

“Fuck, you’re good at this!” he grunted, trying to resist the urge to thrust up into her mouth.

She mumbled a reply and lavished his cock with flicks of her wet tongue before taking him deeper again.

His mind was getting foggy as he watched her head bobbing up and down. He was going to come. He reached out for her.

“Kathryn … I’m close.”

She raised her head and he saw a chain of pre-cum clinging to her mouth.

“You have to stop,” he told her.

“I don’t mind finishing you like this,” she said, licking the stickiness from her lips.

“Another time … right now I want to be inside you.”

Kathryn planted a parting kiss on his cock before scooting up the bed and lying by his side. “How do you want to do this?”

He kissed her, tasting the muskiness of his penis on her tongue. “Which way do you like best?”

She rolled onto her back and spread her legs, wrapping them around him as he settled over her. “I want to hold you while you’re inside me,” she breathed.

Chakotay entered her, slowly, savouring the feel of their bodies joining. When he was buried to the hilt he stopped moving, content for a moment to be sheathed within her moist heat. He dipped his head and stole another kiss, holding Kathryn’s face between his two hands and tangling his fingers in her hair.

“I love you,” she whispered, softly tracing the rippling muscles in his back.

He gazed down at her, trying to memorise the image of her looking dewy-eyed and sexy, with swollen lips and mussed hair. “I love you too.”

She shifted a little, signalling her need for him to resume thrusting. He pulled almost completely out before pushing slowly back in, feeling her slickness caressing him.

“You feel incredible,” he breathed.

“So do you, I’ve never felt so complete … so full …”

He continued the agonisingly slow pace, peppering it with long, lingering kisses and delicate nibbles to her throat. Eventually, it became too much and he couldn’t fight his approaching climax.

“Kathryn, I can’t hold back …”

She was going crazy with the pleasure he was giving her, arching her body into his every thrust. “Oh … don’t hold back … give it to me …”

He grunted and began slamming into her, hard and fast. “I’m so close …”

Her nails were digging into the flesh on his back. “Yes! Harder … take me hard …”

His mouth was close to her ear. “Spirits Kathryn …”

Their bodies were pressed tightly together, hot and sweaty, the friction doing unimaginable things to her nipples.

“Oh God, Chakotay … I’m going to come … yes … oh yesss …”

Her spine arched off the mattress and her body went rigid, clamping painfully around Chakotay’s intruding member and bringing forth his own release.

“Oh my …” Kathryn panted.

Chakotay lifted his head from her shoulder. “Marry me.”

The surprise showed in her eyes. “Marry you?”

“Yes, be my wife.”

                                                        *

The shuttle door swished open.

“About time,” Admiral Chakotay grouched. “I’m not getting any younger, you know.”

He turned and his demeanour softened as he realised Voyager’s Command team had entered holding hands.

Kathryn smiled shyly and approached him, cradling a flask of hot coffee. “For the journey.”

The Admiral accepted it gratefully and joked, “Have you poisoned it?”

“No more than usual!” she quipped, her eyes suspiciously bright.

Behind Kathryn, Commander Chakotay clutched a hypospray. He offered it to the Admiral. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

The Admiral gave a reluctant smile. “No, but Voyager isn’t big enough for the both of us. Besides,” his gaze slipped back to their joined hands, “I’ve accomplished what I set out to do.”

Kathryn flashed ‘her’ Chakotay a warm smile. “Your mission was a complete success, Admiral … in fact … we were wondering … I know we don’t have much time … but …” she paused and looked him squarely in the eye. “Would you marry us?”

“You are the highest ranking officer on board,” Chakotay added unnecessarily.

“Isn’t this a little sudden?” The Admiral asked, a twinkle in his dark expressive eyes.

“I’ve never had much luck with engagements,” Janeway countered with a lopsided grin.

“Do you have the rings?”

Chakotay reached into his pocket and produced two newly replicated gold bands. “Yes, sir.”

“Then what are we waiting for?”

The ceremony was startlingly brief but poignant, with both Chakotay and Kathryn pledging their love and whispering their ‘I do’s’. All three shuttle occupants had tears in their eyes when the Admiral Chakotay pronounced them man and wife.

“You may now kiss the bride …”

Chakotay drew Kathryn into his arms for a tender kiss. “I’ll never give you a reason to regret this ...”

The Admiral interrupted. “Be sure you don’t, I’d hate to have to come back and kick your ass!”

Kathryn gave a soft laugh, utterly captivating both men. “I’m sure my mother will do that just fine!” She became aware of the Admiral’s intense gaze and lowered her voice. “Thank you – for everything.”

“Have a happy life, Kathryn.”

Her eyes flicked to her husband. “I will.”

Chakotay shook the older man’s hand, silently communicating his gratitude and respect.
“It’s time,” Kathryn whispered.

“Before you inject me with that foul concoction, will you grant me one last wish?”

Her bottom lip trembled. “Of course.”

“A goodbye kiss?”

Chakotay stepped away and struggled with his jealousy as he watched his wife softly kiss the Admiral.

“Thank you.” The Admiral’s voiced was low and thready and he took a steadying breath before continuing, “Now inject me and get the hell out of here! You’ve a crew to get home, Captain.”

“Aye, Sir,” she answered, giving a crisp salute followed by an emotional smile.

The Command Team had already decided that Chakotay would be the one to administer the hypospray, Kathryn having admitted that she would find it too difficult. She watched, with tears falling over her cheeks, as Chakotay pressed it to the Admiral’s neck.

“Good luck,” he said.

The Admiral caught his arm. “Tell me,” he whispered, “was it everything you’d dreamed it would be?”

Chakotay knew exactly what the older man was asking and in his mind he remembered how Kathryn had joined him in the shower that morning. His cock twitched, reliving the sensation of being pleasured by her warm mouth. She had milked him dry, greedily swallowing every drop before clambering to her feet and kissing him deeply. He had intended to return the favour, but she’d declined, telling him they were short of time and were needed on the bridge.

He leant close to the Admiral. “It was everything and more. Incredible.”

“Lucky bastard,” Admiral Chakotay growled, releasing his younger self’s arm and motioning him to leave. “Get back to the bridge and tell Tom to do his fancy flying – you’ll only get one shot at this. Good luck.”

“You too.”

                                                         *

Voyager rocked under the Borg Sphere’s blistering fire and smoke billowed around the Bridge.

“Aft armour is down to six percent,” Tuvok reported.

“Hull breaches on decks six through twelve!” Harry shouted.

The news got worse.

“I can’t stay ahead of them, Captain!” Tom hollered.

“The armour is failing,” Tuvok added.

Chakotay turned in his chair. “Where’s the nearest aperture?”

Seven checks her data. “Approximately thirty seconds ahead, but it leads back to the Delta Quadrant.”

Kathryn reached across their joint console and grasped Chakotay’s hand. “Mr Paris, prepare to adjust your heading.”

Tom shouted an acknowledgement, while Chakotay gave her hand a supportive squeeze, rubbing his thumb over the shiny surface of her wedding band.


                                                          *

The Bridge was illuminated with the sickly green glow of the Borg Sphere.

“Mr Paris, what our position,” Janeway asked.

“Right where we expect it to be,” he reported.

Seven looked up from her control panel. “The Transwarp Network has been obliterated.”

“We’ll celebrate later,” Janeway said and her words have double meaning to the man still holding her hand.

                                                               *

The debris cleared to reveal the familiar stars of the Alpha Quadrant.

“We did it,” Janeway whispered.

“We’re being hailed,” Harry announced.

Janeway sat up straighter. “On screen.”

Admiral Paris and Reg Barclay appeared on the viewscreen.

“Sorry to surprise you, next time we’ll call ahead,” Kathryn joked in a shaky voice.

“Welcome back,” Owen Paris said.

“Its good to be here.”

“How did you …”

Janeway breeched yet another Starfleet protocol and interrupted a superior officer. “It’ll all be in my report, sir.”

“I look forward to it!”

The link ended and Chakotay was sure he heard her whisper a thanks to the Admiral who had come back to save them. His musings were cut short by a high-pitched wail and the Doctor announcing the birth of B’Elanna and Tom’s baby.

“You’d better get down there, Tom,” Janeway beamed.

“Yes, Ma’am,” he replied, rushing off to the turbolift.

Kathryn stood and gazed down at her husband. “Mr Chakotay,” she gestured with her free hand, “take the helm."

“Aye, Captain,” he answered, letting her lead him by the hand to Paris’s station. He pressed a kiss on her wedding ring before releasing her and familiarizing himself with the controls.

Kathryn placed her palm on his shoulder. “Set a course, for home.”

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