Service

Title: Service
Author: Ky (venom69)
Fandom: Voyager
Rating: ADULT
Summary: She panted as she looked down at him
Character/Pairing: Janeway/Chakotay
Spoilers: None… the show’s ended!
Warnings: Dirty, dirty sex, kids.
Author’s Notes: Song belongs to Skyhooks. For my favourite muse, because she always sparks my... mind, into action.
Disclaimer: Usual guff. Not mine, promise to put them back where I found them.
Date: 22/05/09

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Women in uniform
Sometimes, they look so cold
Women in uniform,
But ooh, they feel so warm.

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He hadn't known that she was using the holodeck.

The computer had said that it was in use, with a general all-access program, and he hadn't thought twice about entering when he'd seen the title.

Their time together, as one crew, was still pretty new. They'd been in the Delta Quadrant for almost three months and, in that time, they'd found a... interesting, if precarious, balance between the Starfleet and Maquis crew. They were trying to work together, trying to find their way home.

In their short three months, they'd come ahead in leaps and bounds, which they could all see now; hindsight always was 20/20. They had former Maquis crewmember in key positions, XO and Chief Engineer to name only two, they had a convict at the helm and a former traitor heading security.

But they didn't have a holodeck schedule.

At least, not yet.

It was on Chakotay’s ever-growing list of things to get done at same point but, thus far, finding a bed for everyone - in a room where they wouldn't have their throat slit as they slept, preferably - had taken precedent over the ships' entertainment. It was probably a good thing.

Except now, as he stood, watching the scene before him... Chakotay wasn't sure if it was actually a really, really bad thing. Or a really, really good thing.

He watched her intently, feeling mildly perverted but mostly damn lucky. Her body was graceful as it moved, the lines that she extended her form to... she was something. He'd heard her mention something about ballet once, and he wondered if that was the thing he had to thank for her extensions now.

She twisted her body, turning, a strong arm coming out to connect with her partner - Holographic, if he wasn't mistaken. She connected with a crunch and Chakotay winced for the other man's - fake - nose.

If the movements had been in slow motion, he would have thought them beautiful. The grace and courage that she used, the sureness that surrounded her. The easy motion that she made the move.

As it was, with her obvious strength and speed, she was just damn hot.

Chakotay stepped forward when her partner dropped to the ground. She didn't attack the fallen man, she simply stood at a safe distance and waited; waited to see if he was luring her into a trap or actually downed. Almost a minute went by and the man made no sign of getting up.

"Is he programmed to give up so easily?" He didn't know what prompted him to open with that - "Sorry I interrupted your holodeck time, Captain" would have been more appropriate - but the grin that she flashed him was warm and friendly and far too inviting.

Did she like to spar more than just physically, then?

"No," She moved to the side of the mat, retrieving a towel nearby to wipe the dampness from her forehead. Her skin was flushed, glowing, but she wasn't sweaty or tired, by the looks of her. "He just knows when he's been beat."

Chakotay considered his options for a moment.

He'd come to the gym to work out. To box, if he could. But one had been in use with a privacy lock engaged. The other had been all-access, running a program simply titled 'Workout 1.2'. He hadn’t known she'd been in here, fighting against an enemy or just a willing person.

So, he could either leave, and return to his Quarters without finding the adrenaline rush that he was craving. Or he could spar - goat - her into continuing to workout with a change in partner.

A lot of things crossed his mind; what would happen if the crew saw the newly joined command team fighting? What would she think of the request? Would she assume this was the precursor to mutiny? They hadn't known one another long, after all, and even though they were forming a slow friendship, he didn't know if they were far along enough for him to issue such a challenge. Then there was the fact that, when he'd first seen her, he'd thought she was a knockout. Literally.

Chakotay wasn't blind, deaf, dumb or stupid - though he knew at least five women that would argue one or more of those - and he knew that his CO was attractive. Really attractive. And feisty.

But that was all it was. A bit of harmless lust, he'd been telling himself. He had no intention of pursuing her but, if given the chance to press against her slick body, would he really pass it up? Probably not.

Would she allow it? Definitely not.

All good, then, he decided. "Would you like to try your hand at someone who won’t give up so easily?"

She snorted a laugh and he was only a little dismayed to see how her breasts pressed against the tank top she wore. "Aren't you afraid you'll get hurt?"

He considered it. "No. Are you?"

She dropped the towel, her hands going to her hips. There she was, slightly damp, breathing a little heavier than normal, in her Starfleet tank and shorts, looking for all the world like she could kill him in three moves or less. And she probably could. "Not likely."

Chakotay shrugged once and smiled, showing his teeth. "Well then, shall we?"

"I'm not a wrestler." She told him firmly and he wasn't surprised that she knew that he was.

"I assumed you were doing hand-to-hand training."

"I was."

Part of him was disappointed. Hand-to-hand didn't leave as much physical contact as wrestling. But, then again, given that he didn't want to see this ship home whilst in the brig, that was probably a good thing. "I'm fine with that."

"Are you going to take it easy on me?" Her chin jutted out, defiance flashing in her eyes.

God, she really was hot. "I wouldn't dream of it."

She moved back to the centre of the mat, calling for her former opponent to leave them. "Well then, what are you waiting for?"

He moved to stand in front of her and they shared a small smile, before their masks fell into place and they focussed on the matter at hand. No pun intended.

The first few moves were gentle, no real force behind them. She was letting him warm up, he knew, but she was also trying to study the way he moved. Did he favour one side? Was there a weakness that she didn't know about? They circled the mat, dancing inward and out, making the threat of a strike imminent but not actually making contact.

She moved first, one fist pulled back, ready to clock him on the jaw. Chakotay was impressed that she went so far so quickly, but he blocked her easily, catching her clenched fist in his larger one and spinning her around until her back was to him. Instinctively, he pulled her flush against him, holding her with his free arm.

"Nice try, Captain."

"I think," She said softly, panting a little against him, "That when you're holding me like this, it would be acceptable for you to call me Kathryn."

Chakotay was surprised. She knew that and she took advantage of it, using his own body weight to tug just so and flip him over her shoulder. He hit the mat with a loud thud, the wind knocked out of him.

He struggled for breath even as he smiled at her. "Nice move."

Kathryn stood above him, her own grin threatening to break. "They taught me one or two things at the academy."

Chakotay used her burst of egotism against her, reaching out to grasp her ankle and pull her off her feet. "I took the same classes, remember?"

How she managed it, Chakotay wasn't quite sure.

With a combination of Ballet, acrobatics, gymnastics and a few moves that probably weren't humanly and/or anatomically possible for a male, she flipped herself, losing his hold on her ankle easily. She moved until she was straddling his hips, holding both of his arms down above his head, where they had been placed to incapacitate her.

She panted as she looked down at him. "Apparently not all of us paid attention, though."

Chakotay really wished her tank hadn't gaped to the point where he had a rather interesting view of her breasts encased in black satin. But, then again, it wasn't so bad.

He met and held her eyes, unable to hide the naked lust he felt. He watched her pupils dilate and took that moment and made it work for him. He flipped them both easily, until she was beneath him, his body pinning her to the mat, his hands holding hers. He was the dominant one now and it sent a jolt of lust through him. "I think you might be wrong there."

"I thought we agreed we weren't wrestling?"

"Is that what you'd say to an alien attacker?"

She didn't miss a beat with her reply. "No, I'd say that I hoped he'd already fathered all of the children he wanted to have."

It was entirely possible that Chakotay hadn't moved that fast in his entire life. He was off her and standing at a safe distance, much as she had done with her first contender, before she'd barely finished her sentence. He did want to father children at some point and he was half-hard as it was, he wasn't going to let her do that.

She sprung to her feet. "Fear, Commander?"

"I think," He said softly, his eyes narrowed, his voice low and dangerous, "That when you're threatening my balls, it would be acceptable for you to call me Chakotay."

She looked like she was going to laugh. And then she glanced down and looked like she was going to follow through with her threat.

Chakotay moved before she had a chance. Quickly, he did a round-kick, his foot aiming for the side of her head. She ducked easily, not quite as distracted by his crotch as he'd assumed. While Chakotay was still pivoting back into a standing position, Kathryn darted her leg out under him and connected with the back of his knee, sending him to the mat ungracefully.

They were both panting hard now, neither holding back, neither willing to accept defeat.

Chakotay briefly considered that she was right - they had been to the same classes, really - but they'd both had different lives since those classes and he wondered if that would have to be the deciding factor as to who would come out on top.

Kathryn didn't pin him this time. She left him fall and moved back, waiting for him to be on his feet again. Now she didn't bother to keep the grin from her face. "The safeties might be on, but that one would have hurt. I'm impressed."

Chakotay rolled back on the mat and flipped himself onto his feet. "Nice to know I've still got it."

"Did you have doubts?"

She was sweating more now, the tank sticking to her, the shorts clinging to her thighs. He was in much the same shape.

"What can I say, it's been a while."

"Is Seska not a good spar partner?"

Where had that come from? Chakotay hadn't been sure she'd known about his former... er, 'liaison' with Seska. The woman had been grouchy and unhappy when he was sleeping with her and she hadn't changed now that he wasn't. Even still...

"She doesn't have the spark."

"Spark?'

He shrugged again. "You're feisty."

Was he really telling his CO that she was feisty? Apparently her threatening his balls had made the double in size.

"You're not very quiet and spiritual right now, either." She shot back.

They both went for each other, then. They'd lost some of their grace; the movements weren't as calculated now. They wanted the win, they didn't care how and they didn't have time to stop and think about what to do next. Chakotay managed to pull her flush against him again - which probably wasn't that smart given the state of semi-arousal he'd found himself in - and he held her securely while she struggled against him.

And didn't that do some interesting things to his body?

"Are you stalling so you can catch your breath?" He hissed in her ear, squeezing her just a little tighter than he needed to.

Though he was almost certain it was an accident - though he knew it really wasn't - when he felt her wiggle her ass over his erection, Chakotay thought he might have died and gone to heaven. Or hell, depending on how one looked at it.

"No need."

His surprised loosened his hold on her - had that been her intention all along? - and Kathryn escaped his grasp easily, turning to try and pull him into a headlock. The angle was all wrong, though, and he just ended up with his face pressed against the top of her breast.

What the hell kind of sparring was this?

More to the point, how did he keep it going?

Grunting against her chest - and he may or may not have pressed his lips to her skin for the most fleeting of nanoseconds - he pushed her back. Kathryn fell easily, landing on her ass, her hands supporting her.

Chakotay almost asked if she was alright, but then she looked up at him and he couldn't say a damn word. Their eyes locked, he didn't really realize that she was moving until she was barely an inch from his body, on her knees now, looking up at him.

He ran through the disorganized thoughts in his mind, trying to think of what she would do next. Would she chop him in the back of the knee again to make him fall? Would she really remove his ability to father children? Would she roll out of the way and give his ankle bone a swift kick, hoping to shatter it? Would she aim for his solar plexus and try to knock the wind from him again?

Kathryn's eyes flashed at him and, in half a heartbeat, she had his shorts pulled to halfway down his ass and his cock in her mouth before he'd even really considered her next move.

Okay. He hadn't exactly seen that coming.

She didn't let whatever he felt stop her, though - and he wouldn't encourage that, anyway. She swallowed the entire length easily, sucking noisily as he groaned above her.

Chakotay wanted to tell her that this probably wasn't right - and it was and all-access program, still - but all he could manage was a strangled sound that had the potential to be her name, before she worked her damn throat muscles and tongue in tandem and he could do little else, other than thrust into her welcoming mouth. His hands found the back of her head, her hair falling from the bun she'd had it in. Tendrils wound around his fingers and he used that to guide her mouth up and down.

Holy sweet mother of god, she was good at that.

He wasn't quite sure when, exactly, this had gone from being legitimate training - Starfleet approved and all - to some kind of preamble to, well, this, but he wasn't really able to complain as she tried to remove his mind through the fat head of his cock.

She worked his flesh expertly, bringing him to full arousal and beyond with little effort. She didn't pause, didn't falter, didn't once look like stopping until he was a boneless heap on the mat. Which he would be, pretty soon if she kept that up.

Some cynical part of his mind lamented that, should that happen - when that did happen, was more accurate - she would definitely be the winner of their little battle.

And he was so okay with that it wasn't even funny.

He let her work him over until he was nearing the point of release. Her teeth, lips and tongue had done such a number on him, sucking and caressing and teasing. She left him panting, from more than just exertion, certain with the knowledge that he needed to have her.

Now.

Almost violently, he pushed her off his throbbing erection, watching as she fell backwards onto the mat again. She didn't comment or move when he dropped between her spread legs, pulled her shorts down just enough and buried his face between her damp thighs, lapping at the moisture he found excitedly. She was obviously as affected by their sparring as he had been. Interesting.

Chakotay tried his damndest to taste every part of her, convinced that she would never allow this to happen again and he was going to take every damn thing he could before she came to her senses.

Now, like this, sucking at the lips of her cunt, he could admit to himself that he'd thought about this more than once over the last three months. He'd had some serious thoughts about it the moment he'd met her; both in person and on the view screen. As long as she'd let him have her, he wasn't going to move for all the latinum in the universe.

He felt her small hands move to his head, a reverse of their former positions, holding his face to her wet flesh when he sucked at her clit, pulling it between his teeth to nibble dangerously. She bucked and strained beneath him, gasping and panting as he took as much as she'd let him have.

"Chakotay." His name had never sounded that sweet before. Never. She made another sound, a mix between a grunt and a gasp that was ripped from her throat as she climbed closer and closer to orgasm.

He thought he might really die. He thought he might be content to.

Strong fingers held her open, his tongue pushing against the tender tissue at her opening. God, he wanted to bury himself inside of her and fuck her until they both died. His breath caught at the thought and, for as much as he'd managed to calm himself down, all of that went out of the window and he felt like he was back on the edge.

Her breathy sighs and moans weren't helping, nor was the sweet liquid that her body continued to offer. Moving his hands from her mound, he pushed them up over her stomach. It wasn't particularly romantic, but he didn't have the patience for anything like that and he pushed her bra and tank up to her neck easily, his hands covering the creamy flesh he'd admired earlier.

Kathryn's breath hitched and he felt it all over her body. "Please. I..."

Forcing himself from the pink cunt in front of him, Chakotay looked at her over the slope of her body, his tongue flicking her clit while their eyes locked. Her gaze didn't waiver, but her eyes went wider.

"Want something?" He tried not to sound smug, but there was no chace in hell that it worked, he knew.

She glared at him and it was just as damn effective as it normally would have been. "I won’t beg for you."

"I wouldn't expect that you would." Though, he silently admitted to himself, it could have been nice, too.

"If anything, I'll make you beg for me."

After her earlier performance, he didn't doubt that she could well follow through. He didn't doubt that he'd be happy to let her, either.

"What's your suggestion, then?"

"Mutual satisfaction, no begging on either side."

Chakotay almost heard her add 'yet', but he was pretty sure that was just because all of the blood in his body belonged to the head south of his waistline.

He liked the way she thought, though, and he didn't need to be told twice.

Moving up her body with more efficiency than sex appeal, Chakotay positioned himself over her. The head of his cock nudged her folds teasingly, and he supported his weight on his elbows beside her head.

When he looked down at her, he couldn't come up with a good reason not to kiss her, so he did.

She tasted like him. He tasted like her. There was something confronting and intimate about their kiss, but it didn't seem to be the deterrent it should have been. They fought for dominance, as they had in their combat. The only difference seemed to be that they'd both win, this time.

As their tongues explored, she moved a hand between their bodies to stroke him, ensuring that his hardness was still ready for her, not that there'd been much chance of it not.

Kathryn palmed him, rubbing the fat head against her clit. She'd wanted to taste him, when she'd been on her knees in front of him. Their sparing had left them both hot and sweaty and the heady scent of him had invaded her brain and sent her into a frenzy. When he'd pushed her to her ass on the mat, she'd looked up and his semi-hard penis had been the first thing she'd seen, beginning to strain against his shorts. She hadn't been able to stop herself, then, and she was fairly certain she'd been deep throating him before he actually knew what the hell was going on.

He hadn't let her finish him off though and that was the part she found displeasure in. It was almost ridiculous, but Kathryn had been fairly certain that swallowing his come would have pushed her to orgasm. But, apparently, he'd wanted reciprocal rights and she'd found herself on her back, without too much reason to complain, before she'd been able to complete her task.

Now, though...

A wicked thought took over in her mind and, decidedly, she pulled him closer to her entrance, lifting her hips, their lips still firmly attached.

Chakotay took the hint, pushing into her slowly, filling her.

Swiftly, she locked her legs around his hips, pulling him fully inside of her, their groins locked, a groan coming from her mouth at the delightful intrusion. With whatever strength she had left, she flipped them again, their bodies moving against each other desperately, until she was straddling him once more, this time far more closely than before.

Kathryn didn't stop moving her hips once in the manoeuvre and she was almost proud of herself for managing it. Her thighs continued to squeeze his hips, even as her body squeezed his cock.

She was still straining against him as she ground out, "Didn't think I'd give up that easily, did you?"

"Of course not." Chakotay didn't give a shit anymore; he just didn't want her to stop. "That would have been a disappointment."

"Can't have that, can we?"

They rocked against each other, her moving up and down, one of his hands helping her, the other playing with her exposed breasts. The gym smelled of sweat and sex, sin and salvation.

Her thighs clamped down on him again, harder this time, and she let out a strangled cry, grinding her cunt over him, pushing her breast into his hand. Chakotay watched in awe, deciding that watching her fall to pieces was the best and most erotic thing he'd ever seen in his damn life. Shit, he was lucky.

Kathryn came, long and loud, and she fairly yelped when he moved a finger to her pulsing clit. He watched the play of pain and pleasure on her face as he manipulated the tight bud, forcing her body to climb to another orgasm even as the first held her firmly in its grasp.

She whimpered, once, and he knew that he wanted to make her do it again.

Her thighs shook as she moved against him this time, her body weaker from the sparring and the sex, her limbs liquid pleasure. But his fingers continued to tease her and her greedy body took everything he offered, moving and straining against him until he was able to push her over the edge for a second time.

Chakotay didn't know how he managed to keep from coming, both times, as she fell apart on his flesh, but watching her was almost as pleasurable as experiencing the sensations for himself and he'd gladly sacrifice his pleasure to watch her.

Kathryn fell forward; their bodies flush against one another again. She panted into his neck, grateful that he didn't attempt to push her to a third orgasm. If he did that, she was finished, and so was the lovely little idea she'd had earlier.

It took a few moments for her to find a modicum of strength but, when she did, Kathryn wasted no time. She separated their lower bodies, delighting at the tortured groan he let out, before she began to move down his torso. She could feel the fluid, slick around her entrance, and she knew that her own heady flavour would linger on his flesh. Oddly, that just made her shudder with pleasure and move herself faster.

Chakotay, for his part, watched her with wide eyes, not quite sure that this was going to happen the way he thought.

Was she really going to...?

Kathryn reached her goal she sighed a little. His penis was still thick and hard, the tip purple. She almost felt sorry for him, having held himself in check for so long. She'd make it up to him now.

He was slick with her juices, but that didn't seem to matter in the slightest when she sucked him down her throat again. Chakotay thought he'd lose his mind and then she hummed around him and he realized he'd lost it the moment he met her.

Thrusting into her mouth once more, he didn't hold himself back. The flush of pleasure on her face satisfied him and now he wanted his release. He pumped into her mouth shamelessly, letting her bear the brunt of his passion. He wanted to hold her down and fuck her but, until then, he'd settle for fucking her pretty mouth.

It was his turn to voice his desire. “Please.”

Kathryn said something around his cock. He didn’t know what it was, though he could guess, but the vibrations drove him that much closer and his hand found the back of her head again.

She took everything he forced on her and she moaned her way through it, the sounds continued to send him wild. He knew he wouldn't last long and, despite how much he wanted it to continue, Chakotay didn't think he could last another moment without spilling his seed.

Unable to speak, he tried to push her off when he felt himself coming, but she was having none of it, keeping her face firmly planted, her mouth stretched over his erection. She licked and sucked and, as he came, she swallowed everything he had until he collapsed back, panting, and she moved gently off his twitching flesh.

They stayed on the mat, silent, sticky, sweaty and sated, not quite looking at each other.

"That was... not quite what I'd expected to happen when I came in here." He admitted quietly, afraid of the silence and what it meant.

When he looked at her, lying next to him with a small smile on her face and a gleam in her eye, she shrugged. "Sex is one of the best forms of exercise there is."

"How many times do you exercise a week?"

"As many as I can."

A glimmer of hope flicked in his belly, the thoughts of holding her down and fucking her returning, gaining some interest from his fading erection. "Looking for a new sparring partner?"

"It seems so." She waved a hand. "My last one gave up too easily, it seemed. His replacement wasn't too bad, though."

Chakotay had a feeling this voyage was going to be... interesting, if nothing else. And, he admitted quietly to himself, he couldn't wait.

"Glad to be of service, then."

Kathryn winked. "So was I."

***

End