Candlelight flickered over the dining room of the captain's quarters and made the glassware on the formally set table twinkle like the stars going by the view port. The First Officer entered the cabin and smiled at the aroma of supper being prepared. Kathryn sure was a fast learner, Chakotay thought. A year and a half ago when they had first become a couple the woman couldn't boil water. He smiled at the memory.

Kathryn came around the corner from the bedroom. "Chakotay," she exclaimed, "you are a sight for some lonely eyes!" She gave him a deep kiss as a welcome and he wrapped her securely in his arms. Breathing the fresh scent of her hair he whispered, "I love you." She tightened her grip around his waist to pull him closer. Kathryn never tired from hearing those words. After four and a half years of denying their feelings this last year had been extremely liberating. Lifting her face for another kiss, Kathryn wondered "What was happening in the bridge?" Chakotay released her and settled comfortably on the couch with her tucked in at his side. "Harry is in the Captain's chair and loving every minute of it!" They both laughed. "Perhaps you should hand the ship over to him Kathryn and just be done with it", Chakotay concluded. Kathryn pretended to think about it, "That might be an idea in a decade or two, my love, but not now I'm afraid." Chakotay groaned. "Just trying to get you all to myself, sweetheart" Kathryn reached up to kiss his nose. "And what if you start to get tired of me Chakotay?" Her voice was only half joking and he kissed her hard. "Never!" he exclaimed.

Kathryn pulled back from him enough to look him straight in the eye. "But what about our little problem?" she asked. Chakotay took his arm off her shoulders. "Kathryn…," he warned. But Kathryn wasn't going to put off this conversation any longer. "I'm serious, Chakotay. This past week has been hard for me. What is going on?" Chakotay shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He didn't know what to say. He loved Kathryn more than life itself. He'd die for her. Life was fabulous, the ship was perfect and Kathryn was more than he had dreamed. But, he was becoming bored; complacent. How could he explain this to her? Kathryn continued to sit and look at him expectantly. "Well?" she prompted.

Chakotay thought back over the past week. They usually had such an active, fulfilling sex life but lately he couldn't seem to get it together. He sighed in disgust. Who was he kidding?  He couldn't get it up and finally Kathryn wanted an explanation. What could he say?  That he knew she was his?  That he knew there wasn't a man around who could take her from him?  Who would challenge him for her?  Chakotay was a man who loved having what other men coveted, it excited him and in this god forsaken quadrant he knew no one who could capture his lover's interest even a trifle.

Chakotay looked down at Kathryn and took a deep breath. "Kathryn, don't take this the wrong way." Kathryn bolted up off the couch, put her hands on her hips and waited. Chakotay gulped, "It's just that I think I need other men to be hitting on you." Total silence met his remark.

"Are you kidding?" Kathryn demanded. "Are you saying that you need a man to hit on me for you to get a hard on?" Chakotay groaned. This was not going well.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Her voice was beginning to go up a few decibels.  He stood up and tried to take her in his arms. She stepped back waiting for him to respond. Throwing up his hands he said, "Look Kathryn, I love you. You are my life. I guess I'm just in a little slump right now. That's all. And yes, YES, damn it! I love it that another man would want you. Would look at you and envy me because he would know that it was me fucking you and that he would never know what it would be like!"

Chakotay looked at Kathryn's dumbfounded expression. After a long minute she said slowly,
"Chakotay, I think it would be best if you had supper in the mess hall. I'll see you tomorrow." Her voice had a dangerous edge to it and Chakotay knew he deserved it. He didn't even argue but fled for the relative safety of the crowded mess hall. Back in the captain's quarters candlelight flickered over the figure of a woman huddled on the couch. It was going to be a long night.

The next day the tension between the command team was obvious to everyone. Even though Kathryn had spent most of the day alone in her ready room, her orders to the crew were particularly frosty. Chakotay spent the shift uncomfortably in his chair on the bridge and didn't even attempt to close the gap between them. He was not a happy man. At the end of the shift Kathryn left without a word and Chakotay promised himself that he would give her an hour to relax before doing whatever he could to fix things between them.

An hour later Chakotay was ringing Kathryn's door but was getting no answer from within. Great, he thought, an hour obviously wasn't long enough. Ringing yet again he still stared at the gray door. He tapped his com badge "Chakotay to Janeway" He waited only to hear absolute silence.

"Computer, locate Captain Janeway."

"Captain Janeway is on Holodeck 2" the computer replied. Finally, he thought, as he turned to head to the turbo lift, just a few more minutes and he could start correcting this mess. Chakotay was also hoping like hell that make up sex would go his way and get his dander up, so to speak. Rolling his eyes at the thought, he approached the holodeck only to find the privacy protocols engaged. "God damn it!" Chakotay muttered. Being First Officer had its privileges though and he quickly overrode the security codes.

Stepping into the holodeck, he was surprised to see the Fair Haven program running. He was under the impression that Fair Haven had run its course with the crew and was rarely used anymore. Obviously Kathryn needed to escape to her roots tonight, Chakotay thought.

The streets were fairly empty but as he approached Sullivan's Pub, Chakotay could hear music and the chatter of a few holographic characters as they entered and left the pub. Coming up the old stairs, Chakotay paused at the window to peer inside. Characters were everywhere. A lively band was playing and a furious game of rings was taking place. Chakotay smiled. Then his eyes grazed the bar. A few older men were propped up against it watching the rings game but there on the end sat Kathryn. Chakotay shivered because leaning over the bar nuzzling her neck was Michael Sullivan.

"What the hell!" Chakotay croaked at the window. He watched Kathryn smile up into Michael's face and then reach over to cup his cheek and draw his lips down for a kiss. Chakotay was in a prime viewing spot because he could see their tongues continuing the play of the kiss even as they began to draw apart. Chakotay felt a wave of anger wash over him. "I'm going to cut out the tongue of that holographic bastard!" he choked.

Suddenly the music stopped and the laughter ended. Chakotay glanced around to see that Kathryn must have removed all the characters except for Michael. Now the two of them were alone in the pub and Chakotay's eyes widened as he noticed Kathryn push herself up onto the bar and straddle her legs around Michael. Michael started opening the top half of her uniform and right before Chakotay's eyes Michael Sullivan had stripped Kathryn down to her waist and was sucking her breasts. Kathryn's hands were woven in Michael's hair and her head was thrown back with a look of pure pleasure on her face as Michael spent endless minutes tormenting her nipples into hard knobs.

Chakotay couldn't move. He was furious and unbelievably excited. He had felt his erection grow the minute that son of a bitch had latched onto her breasts. I should delete him right now and go in there and finish the job, he thought. Instead his eyes were fixated on the spectacle of Kathryn lying half-naked on the pubs bar.

Kathryn was now grinding her hips against the hologram. Michael reached between her legs and stroked her through her uniform. Chakotay swore. Kathryn's hands lowered to her bottom half of her uniform and she quickly rid herself of it. She threw it toward the window and then stripped off her panties as well. Michael pushed Kathryn down until she was lying down on the bar with her knees bent. Michael plunged his face down between her legs. Chakotay could see his hands working her nipples and could hear the moans that told him that Kathryn was close to orgasm. Michael's head never left Kathryn's cunt and Chakotay saw that she was rising her hips up to meet his tongue. Suddenly Kathryn bucked and gave a low shriek of pleasure as she came.

Chakotay looked down at the front of his uniform. Somehow he had taken out his swollen penis and had started to pump himself. Some fluid had escaped the tip and he used his thumb to spread it around the top half of the purple member. Kathryn was now sitting on the bar nuzzling Michael's face and lips. They were laughing at something and Chakotay felt another gush of anger. Kathryn slid down the opposite side of the bar and started removing Michael's shirt. She bent her head to kiss and tease as she exposed each inch of his chest. She threw the shirt towards the window and then moved lower. Chakotay could barely see what she was doing and then she disappeared from view. "Fuck, fuck, fuck man" Chakotay mumbled. Michael's head was thrown back and he was pumping into her. Chakotay could imagine what she was doing with her tongue and her lips on that hidden shaft. His own hand was moving faster now and as Michael cried out Chakotay came all over his hand and his uniform. Chakotay sank against the wall. "Damn her," he said.

When Chakotay looked again through the window Kathryn's head was buried in Michael's neck as they clung to each other. Michael stroked her back and buttocks. She lifted her face to kiss him -- a long, deep kiss. They were talking again and Chakotay couldn't make out what they were saying. Kathryn started to gather up her uniform. Chakotay could feel himself harden again as he watched her move around the pub totally nude. Michael came out from behind the bar. Chakotay's eyes dropped to Michael's crotch. "Holy shit." He gasped. Michael's penis was the biggest fucking thing that Chakotay had ever seen and to top it off, it was as hard as a rock.

Michael walked to Kathryn and she laughed at something he said. Suddenly Michael grabbed her and started fondling her breasts. Kathryn grinned and cupped his balls with one hand while she stroked his long cock with the other. They stood like that for long minutes kissing until Michael was grinding into her hands. Slowly they lowered to the floor and Kathryn pushed Michael down. She straddled him and lifted his penis until it was almost perpendicular to his flat stomach. She moved over him and impaled herself on it. Slowly she gathered him in. It took forever for her to comfortably surround him. Her eyes were closed and Michael's hands were on her breasts teasing her hard nipples. Finally she began to move; lowering herself onto him then rising to the edge and back again. Chakotay could see them more clearly now. They were much closer to the window and from his spot Chakotay had a fascinating view of their joining. He could see Michael's cock move out of her and then back in and he could see their faces distort as they moved closer to the climax. Michael clutched at Kathryn's hips and ground her down harder onto him. Kathryn came with a pleasurable moan and Chakotay could see Michael's semen seeping down the sides of her legs. Kathryn slumped over Michael's chest and kissed his lips.

Chakotay was spent. And he was a mess. His own juices were getting hard on his uniform and his hand was sticky. He didn't know what he was feeling. Kathryn was full of surprises and this certainly was a wake up call. Kathryn could replace him quite nicely with that indecently hung Irish bastard! So deep was he in thought, Chakotay didn't hear the pub door open. He turned to see Kathryn looking at him; taking in the open uniform, the limp, sticky penis in his hand and his expression. "Good evening, Chakotay. I see you enjoyed the view." She said smugly. She walked over to him and kissed his lips. Chakotay remembered those lips against Michael's and around his cock. He started to get hard. Kathryn looked down. "Commander, I think we had better get back to my quarters." She reached down to stroke him. "I don't want to waste this one." With another peck she was gone and Chakotay quickly gathered himself into his uniform. As he left the holodeck he made one modification. "Computer, shorten Michael Sullivan's penis about 4 inches. Save program."