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Rated NC-17
I relax in the VIP Quarters on Voyager. This was shaping up to be a very interesting mission. The gaharay captain is clever, very clever. It had taken me a while to figure out where she had hidden the telepaths. Transporter suspension, a novel idea. But once I learned where they were, she lost any slight advantage she might have gained.
I've been playing mind games with her ever since I first boarded her ship. Insinuating that I know what she's doing, but not giving her enough detail so that she is certain I know, only enough to let her know she is walking a very fine line.
I've been stringing her along, to see just how far she will go to keep those people hidden. And now I'm playing the enlightened defecting inspector role. One of my favorites.
She must be baffled, trying to fathom out my motives, but she hides it very well. A strong woman. Not unattractive with that smooth bird's wing of russet hair that falls across her face and that small, whippet-lean whipcord body. Not a beauty by any means, but I like the set of her jaw as she challenges me.
It is she who makes this mission interesting. Any other ship, one with a less fascinating captain, would have been thrown into the prison colonies by now. Her crew would be prison labor, the captain sold as a house slave, and I would be at home with my wife.
But this woman fascinates me and she keeps me out here in space. I intend to have her.
And she wants me too. She hides it well, but sometimes I see the flare of attraction in her eyes during some of our exchanges, as she finds herself unwillingly drawn to me. From listening in quiet places I hear that she has not had a man for over three years. Almost a virgin reborn.
I like women. I like to break them.
While I am on this ship, keeping up the masquerade that I wish to defect, I have plenty of time to think. She does not trust me. I am always with her, under close supervision, or confined to these quarters. So I amuse myself by thinking how best I can achieve all my goals.
I take my pleasure where I can. But the greatest thrills are not from a totally willing woman; they are from those who have that slight abhorrence of me. Those who see through my suave exterior to the depraved beast within, yet are still attracted like a moth to a flame. Strong women see the dark shadow of my true nature yet are still drawn to taste - the echo of their own nature maybe. The weak woman doesn't look that deep.
She, this Kathryn Janeway, wants me. She hasn't had a man for three years, and I can see that she is thinking of breaking her self-imposed celibacy with me. But that is too easy, and will not give me the satisfaction of breaking her.
I know how I am going to do that.
Janeway has a first officer, a big man, a handsome man, a weak man. It is obvious that he loves her and would lay down his life for her if she crooked her little finger. What she feels is less obvious, but I am certain she does not let him into her bed. Maybe she senses he doesn't have the lustiness she needs, or maybe as the quiet corners of the ship tell me, it is some self-imposed sense of propriety that will not let her take a lover from her crew.
I don't understand that reasoning. I take my lovers where I will. My crew, both male and female... my wife's sister... my friend's young daughter... they are all here to satisfy my lust.
I will take both of them. Janeway and her golden boy. The plan is perfect in its duplicity and its simplicity. I will possess both of them. I will make them have each other too. And in one move, I will have broken her completely. I sense that they have a connection between them that is a rare and beautiful thing. A true bond of friendship and platonic love. Doing this to them will sever that tie irreparably and at the same time, make her aware of what she has lost. They will look at each other in the future and only see the depravity of this one night with me. They will never make love to each other without remembering me and what I did to them. I don't think they will be friends or lovers after this.
I smile. It is perfect.
She comes to me that night, a feline smile on her face. She knows that I know about her illicit passengers, but she thinks she has an offer that I won't refuse. Herself. She plans on using herself as the bargaining tool, knowing I want her scrawny body. She wants mine too, but she is pretending otherwise.
She opens wine, toasts our... working relationship... in that husky voice of hers. She studies me under lowered lashes. She is plotting her first move.
I expect her to be direct and I am not disappointed.
She couches her offer in straight language. There is no coyness here. She stands straight, looks me in the eye, and offers me her body for the night if I let her ship and her passengers leave Devore space unharmed.
I have her right where I want her. I laugh openly at her.
"Why," I ask her in mocking tones," do you think your malnourished pale body has enough allure to be worth the lives of your crew and your passengers? Are you that good?"
I am open in my scorn as I approach her and run an insolent finger down over her breasts and belly to the juncture of her legs.
She faces me, chin up, not flinching as I grip her hard. I mean to hurt.
"You want me," she says. "I've seen you looking. Seen you aroused."
Her hand grabs me, hard between the legs. She means to hurt too.
I step into her space, pressing my chest against her. She doesn't step back.
"I do want you," I agree pleasantly. I bend to kiss her.
"But I want your first officer too. Both of you, together, one night."
I can see I've rattled her. Good. But she's cool.
"I don't make those decisions for my crew. Reconsider." She scratches her nails along my groin.
"No. One night with the two of you doing my bidding, and the ship, the crew and your passengers can leave Devore space unharmed."
She looks at me for a long moment.
"I will ask him, but the decision is his alone."
I don't know what she said to him, but he agreed. They both agreed. I pass him in the corridor, the big man whose name I don't remember, something staccato and polysyllabic. He nods unsmiling. I watch him.
As none of us trust each other, it will be the night before they leave Devore space. I spend my nights planning exactly what I will do to them.
They come to me late, the two of them. She seems coiled with tension, but I can smell her arousal. He is harder to read, his face is flat. I suspect he might be here to ease the night for her, ensure that I don't hurt her. I wonder if he has had a male lover before.
They stand inside the door, side by side, not touching.
I give them an insincere smile. "Welcome," I say. "Make yourselves at home. I would offer you some refreshment, but it appears my replicator isn't working."
She gives me an equally false smile. "I know."
I have rehearsed in my head over and over what we will do and I don't want to waste time with pleasantries. "Kathryn," I say, "take your clothes off."
She doesn't look at me or golden boy, just shrugs herself out of her clothes. Naked she is skinnier and more insubstantial than I expected. Smaller.
I take her hand and lead her into the bedroom. Golden boy hovers, he is not sure whether he should come too.
"You too," I say to him over my shoulder. "You get to go first."
I push her down on the bed and part her thighs. I push a finger into her. She's not wet.
"Put your face down there," I tell golden boy. "Make her ready for me."
He kneels between her thighs. I think he had thought he would be made to watch, or to let me fuck him. I don't think he expected this. I hope he didn't, it's part of the plan.
"Kathryn?" he says. A question.
"It's okay,Chakotay." She answers him quietly.
Cha-ko-tay. So that is his name. She says it so deliberately and carefully, as if it is special to her. It won't be after tonight.
He strokes her thighs gently for a minute, working his way up to their juncture.
"Hurry up," I say.
He lowers his mouth to her. I watch her face. She gasps. Her hands reach down to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer. She seems to be enjoying this. That's all right. She can have a little fun.
I look at him. He seems to know what he's doing; he's using fingers, his lips, tongue, his whole mouth. I start to get erect watching her writhe and twist her way to orgasm.
She shrieks and arches up off the bed. He pulls his face away and watches her spiral back down to earth. His fingers are still inside her.
I start shedding my clothes. He is still fully dressed.
"Move."
I push him away and shift over on top of her and with one sharp, hard movement force my way inside. She's tight, but wet enough. I start to thrust hard, biting her breasts. She moves against me, undulating her hips and gasping. One of her hands is running down my buttocks. She spreads her legs wider allowing me to pound into her deeper and harder. She starts to moan, a moan of pleasure and I think she's going to come.
I rise up on my hands to see her face, and she's biting her lip, but she's watching him. Her free hand is holding his and her eyes are locked on his face. I grab her hair and force her gaze back to me, just as she gasps and convulses around me. The extra tightness sets me off, and I come deep inside her.
I pull out of her and sit back on my heels. This isn't happening how I thought it would. I wanted her shamefully hiding from him, humiliated by her response to me and the situation. Instead, she's sharing it with him, inviting him to experience what she's enjoying. And him... he's liking this. I expected him to be disgusted by the whore that she turns out to be, but he's partaking in her pleasure. I suspect he's as hard as a rock underneath those loose pants.
Maybe he is the key to this.
"Take your clothes off," I say to him.
I am right, he is hard. I am annoyed that he is bigger than I am. I run my fingers over his scrotum. He doesn't react other than to tighten involuntarily at the touch.
I order him down on her again, let him taste my semen, mixed in with her. He goes willingly enough, and then moves up to kiss her, sharing the taste with her. It's the first time I've seen them kiss. Maybe it's their first kiss. They are tender. He moves away and she rises up and kisses me, joining the three of us. She is equally soft with me and the feeling is unsettling. I am not a tender man, but this sweet, sharing kiss touches a chord.
For the first time, I begin to doubt what I am trying to do to them.
He is still hard. She moves over to him and runs her hands down his chest to his groin. She looks questioningly at me, after all, they agreed I could choreograph this encounter. I nod. Watching them could be exciting.
They take their time about it, sharing kisses, caresses, touching, learning each other. Eventually they roll onto their sides facing each other and finally he's going to fuck her.
"No," I say. "Not like that. Get on top of her."
I have been stroking myself while they arouse each other and I know what I am going to do.
She rolls onto her back and he moves over. He is gentle as he presses his way inside her, not like I was. They are still for a moment. He touches her face.
"I love you, Kathryn," I hear him whisper.
"I love you too," I hear her murmur in reply.
Damn.
He starts to move and it is as if I am not in the room. The feelings flowing between them are palpable. I almost hate to destroy this for them. Almost.
I crouch over them both, watching his taut buttocks flex as he fucks her. I touch his shoulder to still him. He senses my intent and I can feel him waiting, trying not to tense. She is quiet underneath him.
"I love you," she says to him as I apply the lubricant.
"My heart," she whispers to him as I start to press into him.
"My life," she murmurs to him as I start to fuck him gently.
He is relaxed and he feels good. I caress his smooth shoulders and my hands meet hers doing the same. Our eyes meet over the dark head.
I had meant to hurt and humiliate him, but her understanding eyes hold me back and I am uncharacteristically gentle, more careful with him then I was with her. I find I want to give him back whole to her.
He is motionless within her as he waits for me to finish. I reach around and find him still hard. The feel of the two of them intimately joined triggers my climax.
I move away and let them finish. He kisses her as they resume their movements, swooping into their own climaxes simultaneously.
I cannot comprehend my reaction. I set out to break them both, to smash into smithereens the budding feelings they held for one another, but somehow in trying to do so, I have sealed their love. I look at them and find I don't want to destroy what they have. Somehow, they have transcended what I was trying to do to them.
"Enough," I sigh. "You may both go. Consider the debt paid."
They get dressed and I walk over to the door with them. They are holding hands.
Kathryn reaches up and kisses me and the gesture is unexpected. I wanted her to hate me.
"You are an honorable man," she says. "You will keep your side of the bargain."
He then kisses me too.
"Thank you," he says.
They leave.
I will be off this ship tomorrow, but tonight I am lying here in the VIP quarters thinking of them. Kathryn and Chakotay. I know what they are doing now, what they did when they left these quarters a couple of hours ago. They would have gone to her quarters. Taken a shower together to wash away my presence. They will probably eat, share a glass of wine, and then they will go to bed together and hold each other through the night. In a day or two maybe, they will make love, just the two of them. It will be slow and expressive. They will cry as they speak of their love for each other. Tears will be shed and promises made. And they will not separate from each other again in this lifetime.
I wonder what they will tell their children when they are asked how they got together.
Feedback? Please. Shayenne
Brianna Thomas has written a sequel to this story. Read "After The Mind Games" here.
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