Part 23 Room-Mates
He fell to his knees as the pain and anguish of losing his
love; his chosen has once again been taken from him. The anger and
frustration of wanting to fight, but not having a direct opponent to
attack overwhelmed him. "Tom!!!!!!!!!" he screamed out loud, with a
desperate prayer behind his shouting.
"Oh, please," she said.
Chakotay whirled and saw that the female Q had returned.
Without a seconds hesitation he leaped toward her, only she was ready
for him and with a snap of her fingers he was frozen in mid-stride.
"Don't fret," she said as he sundered over to the big naked
man, now unable to move. "I really don't have any interest in your�
Tom. I just wanted to know how desperately you'd want him back. I can
see very easily�in fact pathetically easy, just how much. So�I have a
proposition. I'll let you go and we'll talk, but if you attack me�
I'll vanish and you'll never see your mate again," she smirked and
then snapped her fingers and Chakotay was able to move once more.
The thought of losing his love forever was enough to keep him
still and look at the female Q with contempt. "What do you want?" he
growled.
"Let me clarify, not your�Tommy, that's for sure," she hissed
back. "My proposal is simple. I'll help you with your mate and you as
a representative of this motley crew help me with mine? Sound fair
enough?"
If Chakotay had really been in his right mind, he would of
thought about catches, or that he didn't have the right to bond
others to an agreement with his word, but the simple fact was�he
wasn't thinking straight. "I'm not sure what we can do to help you,
but you give me back my Tom and I'll do what ever it is you want."
"Agreed," she smiled and snapped her fingers. She vanished
and Tom reappeared.
Tom had been in Chakotay's arms then he was�nowhere, and now
he was back. "Chakotay?" he asked unsure what was going one.
"Tom!" Chakotay replied as he gathered up his love in his
arms holding him tightly and protectively. "I love you Thomas Eugene
Paris, and your mine!"
"And you're mine!" Tom replied kissing his love
deeply. "Forgive me, Chak," Tom said as he was kissing up the strong
man's face to his ear. "But can we skip the foreplay�If you don't
fuck me now I swear I'll die!"
No one had to tell Chakotay twice, for he felt the same way.
He reached down with his hands and felt that Tom was still prepared
and ready for him, as he was all ready for his love, even if he
didn't remember all of how it happened. He watched as Tom dropped to
his hands and knees on the warm sand, his beautiful round butt facing
him, wiggling in anticipation. Chakotay knelt down behind him and ran
his hand down between the creamy clefs and the sound of ecstasy from
Tom made him even harder than he thought possible.
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B'Elanna made her way back to the quarters she was sharing
with the Captain, hoping she would be asleep, for she herself was
exhausted. ' I snore. I should record her and play it back and let
her hear just how bad she really is,' she thought as he walked back
into the cabin. The sound of hearing Janeway giggling�snorting in
hysteria was not what she expected. She knew Wilderman was not there
anymore, for she saw her in the mess hall talking with Neelix. She
had to go see what was going on.
She walked into the bedroom and saw Kathryn Janeway rolling
on the bed in a fit of laughter, she was laughing so hard her eyes
were streaming with tears. "What did I miss?" she asked, her voice
mixed with annoyance and curiosity
Janeway patted the bed indicating her to sit and tried to
compose her self. "Q�," she started to say but another wave of
laughter over took her.
Torres sat on the bed looking at the Captain of the USS
Voyager floored with laughter. 'This is a new,' she thought with a
slight warm sense of amusement. "What about Q?" 'Did he place a
laughing spell on her?'
"He�he�he wanted�to have�sex," she said almost rolling off
the bed with laughing.
It was contagious, for now B'Elanna was laughing as well. "Q?
Sex? With you?" she laughed, then realized as she saw Janeway sober
up she hit a sore point. "I�meant Q�wanting sex at all�" she tried
cover up her last comment, but by the look in the other woman's eyes�
she failed.
All sense of humor was now gone. "All right, out with it!
Just what the HELL is wrong with me that makes everyone on this ship
think that sex and I are from two different universes?" she demanded,
her hands crossing in front of her chest that was now heaving in
frustration.
Torres's eyes took in for the first time just how vulnerable
Janeway was, that all this time she was just another person doing the
job of ten and being worshiped for it. The problem about being
worshiped is Gods or Goddesses then become mythical�unreal, and at
this moment she saw just how real Kathryn Janeway really was. "I'm
sorry," she said softly. "There's nothing wrong with you�it's�well,
you're the Captain," she said not knowing what else to say.
"I haven't stopped being human, damn it!" Kathryn replied
sitting back against the headboard, almost huffing like a pouting
child. "You think it's easy being the only person on this vessel that
isn't getting any lovin'! Hell! And to make matters worse, all the
decent guys are bonded to each other, for crying out loud!" She
huffed again, blinking back tears in frustration.
"You're not the only one," B'Elanna said before realizing she
made her confession, then looked a bit embarrassed by it.
"What?" Janeway said in a soft voice of disbelief. "With the
way all the guys and for give me, some women, look at you?"
Torres felt the heat of blushing embarrassment fill her
cheeks. "Really?" she asked, not realizing how insecure she sounded.
Janeway smiled as seeing that the half-Klingon didn't realize
just how beautiful she was. "Don't tell me you didn't notice," she
asked. "I've never seen you walk down a hall without someone doing a
double take as you passed�well except when you on the warpath," she
teased.
"Well, I admit," B'Elanna replied with a bit of
shyness, "that my temper does get out of hand at times. But, that
doesn't mean I'm volatile�does it?"
"I wouldn't say so, but then again," Kathryn laughed, "I'm a
Starfleet Captain. I eat psychopathic tantrums for breakfast," she
laughed, and felt warmed to see B'Elanna laughing too. "Why don't
you get us a couple of drinks and I'll tell you the real reason I was
almost dead from laughter," she smiled. She watched B'Elanna move off
to get the drinks. 'How can anyone not see what a wonderful person
she is�even if she does need a handle with care sign tattooed on
her.'
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The moment had arrived. Tom was before him, waiting, wanting
him inside his precious body. He aligned his cock in front of his
target area and with one quick thrust achieved what felt like days,
and it really was days, to achieve. He was inside his Tommy. "Yes!"
he cried feeling the overwhelming sensation of joining to his chosen
mate for the first time.
Tom felt Chakotay enter him, he had been in such desperation for
this moment he didn't take any notice if there was any pain to being
suddenly filled with a man, his man. All he felt was the completion
of being taken by his mate. "Yes!" he too cried, this was wonderful.
Then it got better as he felt Chakotay start into him, first slowly,
then got faster, harder in response to the cries of joy Tom realized
he was emanating. 'I love you, Chakotay! I always have but have been
to afraid to allow myself to even think about it.' he thought deep
within his being.
'Tommy, my love, my mate! I have desired and loved you for
so long as well, but feared my feelings as well.' he thought in
response, as his mouth bit deep into the flustered cream neck to lay
further claim to his mate. One hand held Tom around his waist holding
on so he could pound like hell into him as the other moved to find
the erect cock of his love and pump it in rhythm to his thrusts.
Their minds and bodies became lost in the matting frenzy that had
been long in its hold over them as they thrusted, grinned, and
growled with each other till the momentum of long over due desire,
lust, and love could no longer be contained by either of them.
Chakotay roared like a bear his satisfaction as he spilled his seed
into his mate, and Tom howled overflowed into his chosen's hand. Then
two tired and sated bodies collapsed, but not into sand�but a bed.
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'So�you like to play with mortals�huh, Q?' she thought
wickedly. 'Well, let's see what it really is that you like about
them,' she grinned wickedly and snapped her fingers. She floated on
the unsuspecting Voyager, and lay back on the hull laughing as she
felt things moving into place for her little game to begin.
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He felt good. Making love with his mate last night had given
him a whole new purpose in life. He knew he was meant to be with
Tuvok, he felt it deep inside. He opened his eyes and rolled over to
cuddle with his new mate and when he saw the body next to him he
leaped up in bed. "What!" he shouted, then grabbed his throat, for
that wasn't his voice�it was his Tuvies. But yet he was looking at
his own body asleep next to him. "Wake up!" he shouted. "I think
something has gone wrong with the bond!" he cried out with some
hysteria.
Seeing his own body stir was nerving to say the least. Seeing
his own dark eyes blink back at him then sit up with confusion was
even more disturbing. To hear his own voice was weird. But what it
said was even stranger than he first could have imagined.
"Commander Tuvok. Just what are you doing in my bed?
Shouldn't you be in you're quarters with you new mate?"
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Finally able to make love to Chakotay had been all he
imagined it was�or damn near close if not for all the damn
interruptions. He had never felt so sated in his life as he did at
this moment. He stretched and wondered how they got back to their
quarters, for he last remembered being on a holo deck on a warm
beach. 'Oh, that felt so good,' he mused to himself as he rolled
over and opened his eyes so he could see his man sleep. To his
surprise it was not Chakotay next to him. "B'Elanna!" he shouted
startled and feeling very confused.
He watched as the half-Klingon stirred and opened her eyes
and looked at him, her eyes narrowing, and puzzlement in her
face. "Captain? How may I ask did you come to be here in my quarters,
and may I ask where is my T'hula?
Just then the bedroom door opened and Tom's eyes went wide.
He saw Harry, Tuvok, Chakotay, and himself rush inside. "What's going
on here?" he demanded then realized that it wasn't his voice he heard
but Janeway's.
The six of them stared at each other for a moment. "Captain?"
Tom's body asked.
"Here," Harry's body replied.
"Tuvok?" Tuvok's body asked.
"I am here," B'Elanna's body responded. "Harry?"
"I seem to be in your body, love," Tuvok's body replied.
"Chakotay?" Janeway's body asked.
"I seem to be in your body, Tommy" Tom's body replied.
Tom in Janeway's body is filled with a flow of concern,
warmth, and love as he looks into his own eyes, but still feeling
Chakotay.
"Great! The Vulcan's in my body and I'm in the First
Officers, " Growled Chakotay's body. "What the hell is going on?"
"I'll tell you," a female voice quipped from behind the group.
They all turned to see the Female Q. "As per our agreement,
Commander. You have had you mate, now you'll help me with mine. Your
parts are simple. Carry on as if normal," she chuckled. "Ah, but no
one is to know you switched places. That means Captain Janeway is to
be as she is� sitting in charge of the ship, not a small Asian man�
Get it?�good! Oh, if you do tell anyone outside the six of you�this
will become permanent. As far as the crew or Q are concern, nothings
changed," she busted out laughing. "Oh, don't worry, its not forever�
unless you spill the proverbial beans as it were." With that she
snapped her fingers and was gone.
"I'm suppose to go out there and pretend to be Captain
Janeway?" Janeway's voice sounded, as the small body bounced off the
bed in a huff. "I'm a pilot!"
"Well, your sick, you get to just lay this one out!"
Chakotay's voice growled. "I'm suppose to be XO and temporary
Captain, when I much rather be in engineering, not letting Mr. Logic
in my body fumble around them!"
"I feel fine!" snapped T/j "In fact I feel perfectly
healthy," she stated realizing that the tiny body he was in was no
longer sick. He looked around and realized just how short he
was, 'Damn, how did Harry put up with this?'
"Enough!" Harry's voice snapped. "We don't have a lot of
choices here. We'll just have to work extra close with each other
till we can find some way to either put us back where we belong or
the Q get tired of their game and do it for us. I for one do not wish
to take any chances of being stuck this way�no offense, Ensign," J/H
replied.
"None taken, err�Captain?" H/tu replied unsure how to
respond.
"This is going to be confusing," Tom's voice replied. "If we
screw up like that in front of the crew�"
"We just have to make sure we don't," J/h replied standing
akimbo.
"I have a suggestion," Tom's voice replied. "We use first
names for the spiritual us and last names or Titles for our physical
roles," Ch/t stated.
" A most logical ideal, Paris," Tu/b'el responded.
Just then� Bridge to Captain Janeway.
All eyes went to the small woman who looked back then
realized. "Oh, Um�Janeway here?" T/j
"Forgive me for disturbing you, but most of Alpha shift haven't
reported for duty and they are fifteen minutes over due and no one
has com and there is no response to hails."
T/j looked to see that everyone was wearing robes and
pajamas, even he/she was in a night gown, and no com badges, and they
were all here so of course there was no response to hails. "Um�Sorry,
I called an emergency senior staff meeting in my quarters. You have
the con till further notice, Par�Janeway out." He/she felt the blood
rushing from her face.
"Good thinking, Tom" J/h responded. "We need to work this
out and now. Chakotay, just what did she mean by agreement?"