Title: Exchange Rate
Author: Ky (venom69)
Fandom: Star Trek; Voyager.
Rating: ADULT.
Summary: His voice was harsher than she would have liked and he forced himself to remember that this wasn't the woman he knew.
Character/Pairing: J/C. And J/C. And J/C. And J/C again. No, really.
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: Sex, language, sex, violence, sex, language, adult themes, sex and a bit more sex. And did I mention the sex?
Author’s Notes: Song belongs to Buckcherry. I was asked for a fic based on this song, Living Witness came to mind. But I like our Voyager too much to leave them out, so I kept them in, made Kathy's hair longer for my own joy and wrote an orgy. Well, sort of. Either way, this is the result. Leave your sense of morals at the door, kids.
Disclaimer: Usual guff. Not mine, promise to put them back where I found them.
Date: 28/06/2009

***

Hey,
You're a crazy bitch
But you fuck so good,
I'm on top of it
When I dream,
I'm doing you all night
Scratches all down my back to keep me right on

***

"Crazy bitch." He snarled.

Janeway didn't look perturbed. If anything, she looked pleased. "Haven't I told you before that flattery will get you no where?"

"It got me in your bed."

"It got you tied to my bed." She corrected with a feral grin. She ran a leather-encased hand along his smooth chest. Her fingers traced the scars that she had left with him that first time they'd met. She'd used a dermal regenerator, but left enough unhealed skin to scar. A reminder. There were lots of others from various times since then, but the first was important.

"Semantics." Chakotay replied.

There was a new wound on his chest, though, one that hadn't come from her.

They'd been on Tade, trading for weaponry. The Governor hadn't been happy with Janeway's offer and he'd taken his frustration out on Chakotay's left shoulder via a crude bow and arrow. He'd hit the deck in seconds.

Normally, Janeway would've been annoyed at someone else marking her XO. Normally, she would have leveled their planet without thought. But the pinkish mark on his shoulder sent a thrill through her and she couldn't bring herself to care too much. That and the fact that the Governor had rather impressive chemical weapons that she wanted for Voyager.

Pressing down on the newel-healed skin, she listened to his cry of pain, his body arching up from the bed, his binds pulling. "Does it hurt?"

"What do you think?" He growled, the pain making him pant. "I had an arrow through my fucking shoulder."

She ignored his outburst, too busy concentrating on the pressure she could use on the mark as she analyzed his reactions coldly. His hisses and grunts excited her and she felt the dampness building. "Will it scar?"

"Do you care?"

"Of course I care." She straddled his stomach, the wetness between her naked thighs moving slickly across his skin. It wasn't the first time she'd used his body to get off without any concern for him, but it was the first time she'd been able to do it with him tied to her bed. Sedatives were a beautiful thing. "I don't like other people playing with my toys."

Chakotay didn't comment as she moved back and forth, but his eyes did darken as he watched her. "Is that why you tried to kill Seska when she fucked Paris?"

"Does that bother you?" Janeway laughed, sharply, but she didn't give him a chance to reply. "I didn't try to kill anyone. If I'd wanted the Cardassian bitch dead, she would have been."

He snorted. "You like her work too much for that."

"True." Seska was very good at what she did; namely, torture. "But I did have fun giving her a little taste of her own medicine."

"I remember." Chakotay grinned at her.

Janeway had tortured Seska for hours, pounding out her frustrations on the other woman before she'd left in search of a different kind of release. She'd fucked him with a replicated phallus and then she'd let him fuck her. It had been one of their more adventurous times together and Chakotay couldn't help but want more.

He'd always wanted more, ever since she'd first screwed him as a 'welcome aboard.' He might have been one of Starfleet's biggest annoyances, but the Maquis had certainly served their purpose on the Warship Voyager.

It had been somewhat ridiculous that the Maquis and Starfleet were enemies, given that they both had much the same goals - to ensure chaos in federation space - but their different ways of going about it had seen them on opposite sides of an electric fence. He didn't mind so much, Janeway got off on banging the enemy, he knew. She'd use her feminine wiles to seduce before she'd use her extensive knowledge of pain to force their minds to her way of thinking.

He considered himself grateful that, for the most part, he was on her side.

A hard slap to the face brought him back to reality. "Am I boring you, Commander?"

"Never." He couldn't stop the yawn and knew she'd punish him for it. His eyes were going to close of their own volition, he could feel it. Chakotay knew that she wouldn't hesitate to use his unconscious body for her own pleasure, but he couldn't form a coherent sentence, let alone protest.

He managed to mutter "Sorry," before he was dead to the world.

***

"Crazy bitch." He snarled.

Kathryn didn't look perturbed. If anything, she looked amused. "Haven't I told you before that flattery will get you no where?"

Chakotay had the good grace to flush. "I didn't mean you."

"I know."

She wasn't going to rake him over the coals for his outburst. He had good reason to be pissed off.

They had been on Tade, trading for food supplies, when he'd been walking slightly behind the group. A local hippie - which was Tom's description - had used a crude bow to send an arrow through Chakotay's left shoulder. For one horrifying moment, Kathryn had almost been able to see straight through the cartilage, blood and bone, before the wound had began to seep. But then he'd hit the ground and everyone had snapped into action.

After returning to Voyager, the Doctor had sealed the wound, and done a good job at regenerating the skin. Though she hadn't spent a great deal of time studying his naked skin - not through lack of trying, mind - she could see the new wound, his body exposed, though a sickbay blanket covered his lower half.

Normally, Kathryn would've been livid at someone else hurting her XO - or any of her crew, for that matter. But the pinkish mark on his shoulder sent an adrenaline rush through her. They'd almost lost him.

She had almost lost him.

Gently touching the newly-healed skin, she jerked her hand and jumped back at his hiss of pain. "Does it hurt?"

"Yes." His teeth were clenched and the pain made him pant. "I had an arrow through my shoulder, I think it's supposed to hurt."

"Will it scar?"

He was trying not to think about the pain. "The Doctor said he'd make sure it didn't."

Her hand was still on his shoulder, resting lightly. She wasn't touching the wound, but the heat from her skin was distracting. Chakotay wasn't quite sure when her touch had become so important to him, but he did know that in the moment where he'd been hit and he'd met her eyes, all he had wanted was the chance to hold her, just once, before he died.

He'd seen the horror on her face, her blue eyes wide. And then he'd woken in sickbay, the Doctor hovering somewhere nearby, Kathryn by his bedside. She'd told him about the 'local hippie' that had attacked him for no apparent reason aside from her own mental instability. He'd replied with an expletive - highly edited out of respect - but it had been nice to see her smile.

A gentle tap to the face brought him back to reality. "Am I boring you, Commander?"

"Never." He couldn't stop the yawn that came forth. His eyes were going to close of their own volition, he could feel it. Chakotay knew that she wouldn't be offended, but he couldn't even form a coherent sentence to warn her.

He managed to mutter "Sorry," before he was dead to the world.

***

When Chakotay opened his eyes, he was in sickbay.

His wrists hurt from where Janeway had tied him, but she'd done worse before so he didn't feel the need to complain. Instinctively, his hand moved between his legs, checking that everything was still in its place. He'd seen what she was capable of with a small knife and he wouldn't put anything past her. She enjoyed the things his cock offered her, but he knew she didn't necessarily need him to have the appendages attached.

"You're awake."

He turned his head to find Janeway by the bed. But not quite the way he'd remembered... "What's with the hair?"

She was blinking mutely at him for a moment before she replied. "Your tattoo has grown."

"What? I've been unconscious." He glared at her. "What the fuck did you do to me?"

She looked genuinely startled. "I beg your pardon?"

"Crazy bitch. I'll fuck you until you can't walk." He snarled. "Not that I haven't before. I suppose it's hardly a punishment if you enjoy yourself."

"Watch your mouth, Commander." She snapped.

It took him almost a minute to realize that she wasn't playing a game. He eyed her silently. The red hair, up in an elaborate ponytail, was the first indicator. The grey turtleneck instead of the normal black. The lack of gloves. The formerly soft look on her features.

Shit!

"You're not my Janeway, are you?"

***

When Chakotay opened his eyes, he was in a bed.

He couldn't pinpoint much beyond that, but he'd know a Starfleet bed any day. The Doctor hadn't said anything about releasing him, but he couldn't say he was displeased to be waking somewhere other than sickbay.

"You're awake."

He turned his head to find Kathryn by the bed. But not quite the way he'd remembered. He wasn't quite sure what to say. Women were sensitive about their looks and he didn't want to piss her off by telling her she was an idiot to cut the long red tresses he'd loved so much. He'd had many a fantasy about that hair...

She raised an eyebrow when she caught sight of the left side of his face. "Your tattoo shrunk."

"I'm sorry?"

"Don't worry, Chakotay," The way she said his name wasn't quite right, but he wasn't sure why. "I'll find whoever did it and kill them slowly for you."

His stomach lurched. "I beg your pardon?"

She sauntered - sauntered! - closer to the bed, a hand roughly grabbing his chin, forcing him to make contact with her fierce eyes. "I don't like people playing with my toys."

It took him almost a minute to realize that she wasn't playing some kind of weird game. He eyed her silently. The black hair, closely cropped to her head, was the first indicator. The black turtleneck instead of the normal grey. The black leather gloves. The hard look on her face.

Shit!

"You're not my Kathryn, are you?"

***

"I'm assuming not." She looked fairly petrified.

Chakotay supposed that wasn't unexpected; things were obviously very different here. Wherever here was. "Where am I?"

"The Starship Voyager." Her brow creased. "You know me, so I'm assuming you're from Voyager, too?"

"Yes." He wasn't sure if he was supposed to keep things from her, but he'd said 'fuck the rules' many a time before and he saw no reason to change that habit. "Though it's the Warship Voyager where I'm from."

An auburn eyebrow went up. "I see."

She really didn't. But that was okay for now.

The Doctor approached. He looked so much less... sinister here. It was almost disappointing.

She filled him in on the apparent 'mix up' and the Doctor confirmed his identity as he ran a tricorder over Chakotay. "The arrow was tipped with poison."

"Why didn't you notice that before?" She snapped.

"It wasn't there before, Captain." The Doctor looked genuinely apologetic. "I'm going to work on the antidote now."

"Will that send... him," She didn't even look at the man on the biobed. "Back to where he belongs?"

"I can only assume."

"What if I don't want to go back?" He interjected.

She blinked, confused. "Why wouldn't you want to go back? Things are obviously very... different, here."

He couldn't help but think that she was kind of hot like that. Chakotay grinned, bearing his teeth at her. "Change is as good as a holiday."

***

She ran a gloved hand along his chest. "I don't think you've ever called me Kathryn before."

Were they not friends in this place? Hell, where was this place? "Where am I?"

"The Warship Voyager." She offered a disconcerting grin. "You know me, so I'm assuming you're from Voyager, too?"

"Yes." He wasn't sure if he was supposed to keep things from her, but he had no idea where he was or how to get home, and he was going to do everything he could to get the hell away from this... facade of a friend before him. Rules be damned. "Though it's the Starship Voyager where I'm from."

A dark eyebrow went up. "I see."

She really didn't. But he didn't particularly want to point that out and risk pissing her off. He remained silent when she hailed the Doctor.

"I'm busy." The hologram - was he a hologram here, too? - snapped back.

"Get down here now or I'm unplugging you permanently."

The comm. link was shut off, but Chakotay had a feeling the Doctor was on his way.

Something that was confirmed less than two minutes later. The Doctor entered and moved to where Chakotay lay on the bed. He looked so... sinister here. His turtleneck was black, too.

He ran a tricorder over Chakotay. "The arrow was tipped with poison."

"Why didn't you notice that before?" Janeway snapped.

"I was too busy cleaning up your mess, Captain." The Doctor looked feral. "If you'd stop playing so roughly with the Borg drones, maybe I'd have more free time."

"Unplugging you wasn't an idle threat." She snarled back.

The Doctor appeared to concede, somewhat. "I'm going to work on the antidote now."

"Will that send... him," She didn't even look at the man on the bed, too busy shooting death glares to the other man in the room. "Back to where he belongs?"

"I can only assume."

"What if I don't want him to go back?"

Chakotay blinked, confused. "Why wouldn't you want me to go back? Things are obviously very... different, here."

"Change is as good as a holiday." Janeway grinned, bearing her teeth at her. "Besides, I could enjoy having a new... you to play with."

She lifted the sheet covering him.

Chakotay was nude, but his mind shut down and he couldn't do or say a damn thing to stop her.

Once she'd finished looking him over, her grin got even more feral if it was possible. "You're fresh meat. And there's so much free skin to brand."

He almost gulped. "Uh, Kathryn..."

She smiled at him. "Don't worry, you'll enjoy it."

***

Kathryn sat in her Ready Room, the Governor of Tade across from her.

Despite the... visitor still in sickbay, they had to finish their trade. If Voyager wasn't in such desperate need of food stocks, she would have high-tailed it the hell away from the planet, but they didn't have that luxury.

And now there was an added complication.

She passed a PADD over the desk. "This is the chemical composition of the poison that infected my first officer. I'm hoping you might recognize it."

The Governor read the PADD and flushed, but he didn't pause before replying. "It's an astral hallucinogenic."

They'd gotten her XO stoned? Christ. "Are you implying that none of this is real?"

"Oh no, it's very real." The Governor’s yellow eyes were troubled. "But it's temporary."

"How temporary?"

"56 Tade circles."

Kathryn did the math. A Circle was somewhat less than an hour. "48 hours for us." They had to live with the rather... crass man in sickbay for another thirty six hours. They could deal with that. "What happens when it runs its course?"

"The astral trade is corrected."

It was beyond ridiculous to even be considering the possibility that he was right, but Kathryn had seen a lot of really strange things over the last few years and she tried to take everything alien with a grain of salt. Or an entire shaker, as the case often was.

This time? She wanted the damn salt mine. "Why would your race create such a thing?"

"It's naturally occurring in one of the plants on the mountain. We didn't create it, but we do harness it on occasion."

Were they batshit? "Why?"

"It's part of our culture to seek answers to what we don't know. Including the paths not taken." The Governor blinked two sets of eyelids slowly. "It is, however, against our laws to force a projection on the unwilling."

"I would certainly not call Chakotay willing."

The Governor’s skin went a light shade of blue. Kathryn assumed it was the equivalent of a blush. "She will be appropriately punished."

***

Janeway sat in her Ready Room, the Governor of Tade across from her.

Despite the... visitor still tied in her quarters - she hadn't trusted him not to run - they had to finish their trade. If Voyager wasn't in such desperate need of new weaponry, she would have high-tailed it the hell away from the planet after leaving it with a nice little goodbye, but they didn't have that luxury.

And now there was an added complication.

She threw the PADD over the desk, letting it hit her visitor in the chest. "This is the chemical composition of the poison that infected my first officer. I'm hoping you might recognize it."

The Governor read the PADD and flushed, but he didn't pause before replying. "It's an astral hallucinogenic."

They'd gotten her XO stoned? Oh, she was going to enjoy this. "Are you implying that none of this is real?"

"Oh no, it's very real." The Governor’s yellow eyes were troubled. "But it's temporary."

"How temporary?"

"56 Tade circles."

Janeway did the math. A Circle was somewhat less than an hour. "48 hours for us." They had to live with the rather... delicate man in her bed for another thirty six hours. She could have a lot of fun in that time. "What happens when it runs its course?"

"The astral trade is corrected."

Janeway stood, walking around to stand slightly behind the Governor. It was meant to be an intimidation tact and he probably knew that, but it worked. She ran a gloved hand across the back of his neck. "It's an impressive chemical."

And it would be interesting to use it to incapacitate people.

"We didn't create it, but we do harness it on occasion."

"Where did it come from?"

"It's naturally occurring in one of the plants on the mountain." He shivered nervously under her touch. "It's part of our culture to seek answers to what we don't know. Including the paths not taken. It is, however, against our laws to force a projection on the unwilling."

"I would certainly not call Chakotay willing."

The Governor’s skin went a light shade of blue. Janeway assumed it was the equivalent of a blush. "She will be appropriately punished."

"No, she will be sent to me." Janeway grinned, wicked thoughts running through her mind. "I'm always happy to deliver punishment."

"I'm not sure that-"

Janeway cut him off, her hands moving to encircle his neck. She squeezed, just enough. "Either send the crazy woman or your planet will be gone before the end of this meeting."

***

Chakotay watched her pace.

Commanding, like his Janeway, but dainty, too. There was almost an innocence about her. One that was highly appealing, he had to admit.

She'd been gone for almost an hour. The Doctor had been busily working in the labs and Chakotay had been left to his own devices. He hadn't had much to do, so he'd used the time to call up 'his' logs. He'd listened to his somewhat pathetic counterpart sprouting words of ancient legends and hand-holding on New Earth, blue towels, frighteningly dangerous resuscitation, peace roses and a comfortable friendship.

It made him want to gag.

Hell, in his world, they'd spent three months on New Earth raping each other. He's used that blue towel to wrap around her neck. He'd fucked her across the bathtub, pulling the edges of the towel whenever she moaned. She'd been bruised for a week and it's made him hard to see it every time. The only resuscitation he'd performed on his Janeway was to revive her after he'd strangled her too close to death. The peace rose had been used to mark her skin, the thorns piercing and dragging down her creamy flesh.

A comfortable friendship? Hardly!

"I spoke to the Governor." She finally said, quickly relaying the information she'd learnt. "The Doctor can't come up with an antidote, so we have to wait it out."

He was okay with that. He could have a lot of fun in thirty five hours. He had a feeling that she was unmarked beneath the uniform. He loved the scars his Janeway wore, but having a blank canvas again could be fun. He eyed her up and down. "I suppose I don't get a choice in whether or not I want to go back?"

"No." She didn't look disappointed by that.

"So what am I going to do until the time comes to leave?" He let his eyes convey his own thoughts on the matter.

She looked almost nauseous. "I'm sure we'll find something."

"I hope so."

***

Chakotay watched her pace.

Commanding, like his Kathryn, but harsh as well. There was an animalistic undertone in her aura and it made him nervous.

She'd been gone for almost an hour. The Doctor - an android, he'd been told - had left him alone in the Quarters he'd woken in. Janeway had bound him to the bed before she'd left. She hadn't seemed to give mind to the fact that his shoulder was injured when she'd reefed his arms back to bind him to the headboard.

He'd used his alone time to call up the logs of his counterpart. And he really, really wished he hadn't. His own, slightly harsher, voice had sprouted words about her. Being with her, touching her, fucking her. Raping her.

The other man sounded sadistically pleased with himself when he talked about hurting her, choking her, taking her, making her scream and cry and beg. Chakotay hated himself for it, but listening to the detailed descriptions of how it felt to be with Kathryn in any form had left him hard under the sheet, and completely unable to do a damn thing about it.

He'd tried to think of every unpleasant thing he could remember, but it hadn't helped. The mental image of knowing, with horrific clarity, that somewhere he had done all of that to her trumped anything nasty he could conjure.

"I had a meeting with the Governor." She finally told him, quickly relaying the information she'd learnt. "The Doctor can't come up with an antidote, so we have to wait it out."

His stomach turned when she told him that she had lots of plans for the woman that had caused all of this.

"Sadly," she sighed, moving to stand at the end of the bed. He felt her grasp the bottom of the sheet and knew exactly what was about to happen. "I don't get a choice in whether or not I want you to go back."

He wasn't disappointed. "No."

"So what am I going to do until the time comes to send you back?"

He felt nauseous.

She grinned, gave one good yank, and the sheet was falling to the floor beside her. "I'm sure we'll find something."

With the same feral grin he'd seen earlier, she crawled onto the bed, sliding up his legs until her face was level with his still-hard cock. The warm breath that she blew over the tip didn't help his state any, either. He could have kicked her, she hadn't bound his feet, but regardless of the hair and the bad attitude, this was still Kathryn.

Shit.

He couldn't do a thing to stop her unwelcome mouth when she opened her lips and swallowed him to the base in one fluid move. She didn't hesitate as she began to move, her saliva and the weeping head of his penis lubricating her movements.

Was it really considered unwelcome when he'd spent far too much time with his own right hand, imagining this very thing? He didn't think so, especially not when he thrust himself further down her throat, completely unable to help himself.

Her mouth was tight and hot and wet and every damn thing his counterpart had boasted about in his logs. She alternated between fast and slow, sucking tightly and letting her lax mouth move over him.

When she bit down at him, the only thing Chakotay was surprised about was the moan that came from his own mouth as he arched his hips into her. She moved away from his cock, then, and he found himself on the receiving end of the hottest tongue job his balls had ever felt.

She used one free hand to pump his shaft, the other moving to the sensitive spot behind his full sacs and her sweet mouth.

Fuck. He knew he was going to come and he hated that the release of fluid was going to feel like surrender, but his body didn’t have a choice under her ministrations.

She tightened her grip on his cock and nibbled dangerously on his balls and that was the end of it. He came, spurting his seed on his belly. So like those nights alone, and so not. She pulled back to watch him come and then she moved herself up a bit further and licked the salty liquid from his belly, making him shudder and groan.

He couldn't help but wonder how much more erotic that would have been if her long hair had been tickling along his skin.

Janeway looked up when she was finished, offering him a smile. "I did say you'd enjoy yourself."

***

Kathryn looked at the man on her sofa and cringed.

Why had she let the Doctor convince her to take him back to her Quarters? "Because sickbay is full of things we probably don't want this Chakotay to be near." He'd said. "And we can't leave him alone."

And he was right. This man was dangerous. The tattooed side of his face was almost feral. But she was under no illusions that the clear side of his face was representative of a soft side. He wasn't her Chakotay.

"You haven't fucked him, have you?"

His language was radically different, too. And confronting. "Would you care to rephrase that?"

"No." He shrugged and winced a little. "Trust me, the first time, you're going to fuck each other senseless."

"I-"

Chakotay grinned, ignoring her attempt to interrupt. "You will the second and third times, too. Actually, that's pretty much how it is every time."

"Maybe in your world." She wasn't sure why she wanted to defend her Voyager, but she felt the need anyway. "But things are different here."

"I've noticed." Chakotay slid closer to her on the sofa. She looked nervous, but every Janeway in every reality probably had the backbone of steel. She wouldn't want to run and show weakness. It wasn't his Janeway's style and Chakotay had the feeling it wasn't this ones, either. "But there are some perks to my world."

"I'll have to take your word for that."

"I can show you a few things." And he kissed her. Softly, because he knew that plundering her mouth - much as he might want to - would send her running. He fought the urge to bite her mouth and make her bleed. His Janeway looked so damn fuckable with the trickle of blood sliding down her pale skin. This Janeway would probably shit herself if he did that.

He took his time, tasting her sweetly as he inched closer and closer to her. He knew from his counterpart's logs that she was attracted to him, but she wouldn't let herself do anything about it. They seemed to have some kind of unspoken agreement to wait, for now.

Fuck that. Chakotay twisted his body closer to hers and he was delighted when her small hands moved around his neck, her tongue moving into his mouth.

He kissed her for as long as the laws of oxygen deprivation would let him. When he had to pull back, he nibbled on her lips, gave the corners of her mouth tiny fluttering touches. Her eyes stayed closed, her mouth stayed slightly open, and her chest heaved.

She mightn't have been the cold hearted bitch that he loved in his world, but she was a damn good second for her.

When her eyes finally opened, she looked slightly dazed and confused. "What are you-"

"-Doing?" He finished for her, smiling. "Exactly what you want him to."

He'd only listened to three of her logs - she had the same code as his Janeway and he'd figured that out in the second week with her - but he knew what she wanted. She'd certainly recorded enough entries to fill his date book for the decade.

Much to his disappointment, Chakotay didn't have that kind of time, but he was going to make the most of the time he did have.

Sliding off the sofa as gracefully as he could with a still-sore shoulder - the wound was still healing and his Janeway's tender loving care hadn't done anything to help - Chakotay moved to kneel in front of her.

Despite the panicked look on her face, he undid the zip of her pants and urged her to wiggle out of them.

"This isn't-"

"Shut up." His voice was harsher than she would have liked and he forced himself to remember that this wasn't the woman he knew. She wouldn't get off from whips and bites and scratches. At least, not just yet. He forced his voice to soften. "You want to feel my mouth on you."

Oddly, he wondered if she'd taste the same way his woman did, but he didn't much care. She was somewhat compliant after he spoke, raising her hips to let him tug the material down, her panties - much tamer than he was used to - following.

Chakotay wasn't going to bother with anything resembling preamble; he was having a hard enough time holding back the urge to fuck her until she passed out as it was. He looped his arms under her thighs, curled them around to hold and spread the lips of her sex and buried his face in the moisture, lapping and sucking noisily.

She was slick and hot, the tangy taste of her filling his senses. He licked and sucked, nibbling without biting, much as it pained him. When he tongued her clit, her hips surged towards him, pushing him further into the sweet flesh. She moaned above him, her hips moving despite her earlier protest.

Janeway - Kathryn, his mind corrected - made a little sound in the back of her throat, a cry being torn from her parted lips. She was starting to dampen with sweat.

Tugging the front closure of her uniform jacket down, he pushed the material to the sides, not bothering to have her remove it. He could see the hard outline of her nipples through the bra, tank and turtleneck.

Ignoring the temptation to feast on her chest, he forced her to move, sliding her further down the back of the sofa so her ass was just hovering over the edge. He used his hands to support the warm cheeks, not quite caring that her back was bent at an awkward angle, her top sliding up to sit above her navel. He tongued the other, tighter, hole, but the way she tensed told him she wasn't a fan. It didn't bother him. His counterpart would talk her into it eventually and she'd love it.

He moved back to her clit, tonguing the tight knot of pleasure. Her brief moment of discomfort was seemingly forgotten when her hips began to move again, fucking herself on his face.

Chakotay worked her up quickly, forcing her into orgasm without pause. He kept his movements up as she cried out through the pleasure. Letting go of her ass, he moved to his fly, quickly pulling his cock through the gap in material.

He moved up her body, stopping to give each nipple a sharp bite through her clothing, until the head of his cock nudged at her wet folds. She was still shuddering beneath him and he didn't give her a chance to properly come down before he was pushing inside of her.

"I don't have any ancient legends for you," His hissed, his hot breath blowing over her neck, the head of his cock holding her open, just barely inside. She panted beneath him, holding on to his forearms desperately. Chakotay pushed forward with one quick thrust, "But I will make you scream."

***

When he was buried balls-deep inside of her tight body, Chakotay thought it quite likely that he was going to die. She'd sucked him dry and then sucked him hard in a ridiculously short amount of time.

Once she'd had him straining and moaning again, she'd stood at the end of the bed and stripped. The sight of Kathryn, his Kathryn, completely naked an unashamed before him and made him harden even more, if it were possible. She was scarred - and he knew verbatim how some of those had come to mar her precious skin - but she was still the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

She had crawled back up his body, one small hand holding his cock tightly, before she'd positioned herself and straddled him effortlessly. She tightened her body around him and roughly flicked his nipples.

She wanted to play nasty? Fine. "Do you have to tie your Chakotay up in order to get laid?"

"So you do have some personality!" Kathryn - Janeway, his mind corrected - laughed delightedly. "My Chakotay needs no convincing."

"Doesn't seem that way from where I am."

"What would you do if I untied you?" She started thrusting, working her body up and down his cock. "Would you flip me and fuck me until I couldn't walk? Make my neck bleed again? Use and abuse me?"

Chakotay didn't answer. Mostly because he didn't want to do any of those things but damnit if it didn't make his balls tighten even more.

Kathryn - he couldn't think of her as anything else, despite the dirty little mouth tormenting him - bent over, keeping him sheathed inside of her tight body, until her lips were near his, teasing. "Or would you want to make love to me?"

"Would that be so bad?" He replied quietly.

She didn't seem shocked, but she also didn't seem quite so sure of herself. "That's not how things work in this world."

"There are some perks to my world."

"I'll have to take your word for that."

"I can show you a few things." And he kissed her. Softly, because he knew that plundering her mouth would be what she was used to and comfortable with.

He couldn't do much tied to the bed, but he knew that if she wanted to end the kiss, all she had to do was pull away so he couldn't strain to meet her. She didn't. But she did reach up and unlock the bounds that held his arms.

For a moment, he didn't make any sudden moves. Part of him was letting the blood re-circulate through his arms, the other was content to kiss her softly and slowly, the way he'd always imagined and she had probably never considered.

When the feeling in his arms was back, he wrapped them around her; one holding the back of her head, tickling through the short hairs, the other around her waist, holding her steady as he rocked beneath her, making their lower bodies move with just enough friction to maintain the arousal but not enough for release. She sighed into his mouth and it was exactly the kind of sound he'd expected from his Kathryn.

For one horrifying moment, he wondered what this worlds' Chakotay was doing to his Captain, but when the woman connected to him tightened her muscles again, her tongue moving to find his as she held his face, he couldn't remember what he'd been thinking to begin with. A flush of guilt would have hit him, normally, and it probably would after the fact, but right now she was just too warm and too soft and too sweet to let go of for anything.

She was Kathryn.

***

Looking up at the man that was tightly inside her, stretching and filling her, Kathryn couldn't help but cry out.

He held himself still, but she didn't think it was for her comfort. The strain on his face was evident and she was almost shocked to see the dark eyes watch her hotly.

She probably didn't want to know but, "What are you thinking?"

"That I want to fuck you." He hissed. "Make you cry from pleasure and pain. Break you. Make you mine."

For one horrifying moment, she wondered what her counterpart was doing to her Chakotay, but when the man connected to her thrust just that fraction deeper, she couldn't remember what she'd been thinking to begin with. A flush of guilt would have hit her, normally, and it probably would after the fact, but right now he was just too big and too hard and too wonderful inside of her to let go of for anything.

He was Chakotay.

"I told you there were perks to my world." He finished, grinning.

"Is my blood one of them?" Apparently she was feeling a little sadistic. She wondered if he was rubbing off on her, instead of just inside.

"You have no idea." He groaned. "She's fucking incredible. The dirtiest, sweetest fuck I've ever known. And more perverted than you've ever dreamed. My Janeway is one hell of a woman."

Kathryn listened to his words, felt his heartbeat against her breast, felt him rocking slightly inside of her. And she knew. "You love her."

"That's not how things work in my world."

"Why not?"

Chakotay growled. "Because that isn't who we are."

***

She was panting hard, but he hadn't done anything other than kiss her sweetly. She met his eyes, uncertainly. "This isn't who I am."

"Why not?"

"It's not how things work in my world."

Chakotay kept rocking steadily, before he held her tightly and rolled them until she was beneath him. He didn't stop the slow pace of his hips, content to take his time with her despite the impatience he saw on her face. He kept his voice quiet. "This is another perk."

"Not for me." Janeway looked up at him. "We don't do this. We fuck. We hurt. We bleed."

Chakotay listened to her words, felt her heartbeat against his chest, felt her rocking slightly against him. And he knew. "You love him."

"No!" She growled, perhaps too vehemently. Something inside of her snapped then and she used all of her strength to roll them again.

They tumbled off the bed and Chakotay hit the ground with a loud thud, the wind knocked out of him. He didn't know quite how she managed it, but their lower bodies were still joined. She pinned his arms with her hands and rode him as hard as she could, panting hard, her breasts moving as fast as her hips.

Chakotay was too surprised and his shoulder was too sore to stop her. Not that he really wanted to.

She kept her knees tight against his side, digging in, her internal muscles gripping him just as tightly. Janeway leant down and bit into his neck, hard. Her teeth sank into his flesh and Chakotay knew that she'd pierced the skin, but he couldn't bring himself to care.

He couldn't stop her.

He didn't want to.

***

She couldn't stop him.

She didn't want to.

Chakotay fucked her in long strokes, pushing and pulling and stretching and filling. She panted helplessly beneath him, letting him take his frustration out on her body.

It was her own fault, in hindsight. She had accused him of loving her counterpart again. No! He had growled, perhaps too vehemently. He'd pulled her off the couch and onto the floor, held her hips and fucked her for all he was worth.

If he'd had intentions of holding back on her, they seem to be slipping with each passing moment. He leant down and bit into her neck, hard. His teeth sank into her flesh and Kathryn knew that he'd pierced the skin, but she couldn't bring herself to care.

One hand held her hip tightly, the other moved to her clit and that was her undoing. His teeth didn't leave her neck as she cried out loudly, falling to pieces around his thick cock.

Her thighs trembled and she didn't know if she was disappointed or relieved when he shuddered against her too, groaning as he spilled his seed.

What now?

***

Janeway - and he thought of her as such, in that moment - rode him until she was crying out, grinding down on his flesh. Her own hands cupped her breasts, working the nipples roughly. She abandoned his neck in order to lean back, pushing his cock to hit every sweet spot she had.

He wondered if his Kathryn would do the same when he took her. If she'd cry and whimper and beg for him. If she'd spread her thighs invitingly, or if he'd have to convince her to pry them apart. Would she be tighter than this woman? More shy and unsure of herself?

The thoughts set him off and he arches his hips, pushing himself desperately into the body above him, crying out as he spilled his seed, panting.

What now?

***

'Now' saw her avoiding him like the proverbial plague.

She wasn't hiding. Janeway's didn't do that and Kathryn was a good Janeway. Most of the time. When she wasn't screwing the kind-of-but-not-really enemy.

Ostensibly, she was finishing the trade mission with Tade, the Governor once again on Voyager, most of the unpleasantness behind them.

He was appropriately apologetic for what had happened and Kathryn did her damndest not to blush whenever the subject was mentioned. They agreed to leave that out of the trade and spent the next several hours working out the kinks of their agreement.

It was the perfect solution.

By the time they were finished, her 'visitor' was only supposed to be around for another ten hours, give or take. She'd spent more time in her Quarters with the other Chakotay than she'd intended. They'd both fallen asleep for a time and she'd woken first, mildly horrified and in one hell of a hurry to get out of there.

She'd dressed and left as quickly as she could, not daring to spend time showering or excessively grooming herself lest he wake. The result saw her in the meeting with the Governor, her thighs still wet from their combined juices.

Regardless, the Governor didn't appear any the wiser - though Tuvok, damn Vulcan that he was, could probably smell the answer - and she was grateful for the distraction that usually boring negotiations offered.

When they were over, and she realized that they had a relatively short time left, she used the washroom in sickbay to shower - the Doctor had been offline - and she'd stayed in her Ready Room for longer than necessary, trying to read but failing miserably and wondering how much she'd hate herself if she went back for round two.

***

'Now' saw Voyager locked in a battle with the Governor from Tade.

Apparently being away from Janeway and her threatening hand had made the other man grow some balls - or whatever the equivalent in his species was. He'd decided not to hand over the 'crazy bitch', as she'd been termed on the Warship, and instead he'd fired a somewhat crude missile as a warning shot.

Janeway was pissy.

She loved a good battle, loved to win. But she had her priorities and she was pissy because she had something to fuck in her Quarters and, instead, she was sat on the bridge, her thighs still damp form a combination of their fluids.

All she could do was fight back, ordering the city to be attacked, all the while wondering how many people she'd have to slaughter if she didn't have time to go back to the other Chakotay for round two.

***

Kathryn bit the bullet two hours before their estimated deadline.

She couldn't hide forever - and everyone on Voyager knew what had happened to the First Officer, but she'd kept their temporary replacement away from them - and she should at least be there when he... left.

Though she didn't know how he would be leaving - a puff of smoke, a shimmer, a transport, anything - she knew that she'd never find out when she entered her Quarters and saw Chakotay - her Chakotay - on her sofa, looking around, mild confusion on his face.

He looked up when the door opened.

Despite the tattoo that was much smaller, much more appealing, and much more familiar, she wasn't taking any chances. "Are you... you?"

Chakotay looked relieved, there was no other word for it. "Yes."

It was completely unprofessional, but she rushed toward him and fairly threw her arms around him, just glad to not find those cold, hard eyes staring her down.

He was back.

***

Janeway leveled the major city two hours before their estimated deadline.

Everyone on Voyager knew what had happened to the First Officer, but she'd kept their temporary replacement away from them. They would mutiny if they saw the soft, sentimental man that currently held the place of her second. He wasn't the warrior that their people had come to respect and admire. He was a puppy dog. She liked dogs, but not in her bed.

She stalked back to her Quarters, determined to scar her new toy just once more before he left.

Though she didn't know how he would be leaving - a puff of smoke, a shimmer, a transport, anything - she knew that she'd never find out when she entered her Quarters and saw Chakotay - her Chakotay - on her sofa, looking around, mild confusion on his face.

He looked up when the door opened.

Despite the tattoo that was much bigger, much more appealing, and much more familiar, she wasn't taking any chances. "Are you... you?"

Chakotay looked relieved, there was no other word for it. "Yes."

It was completely against the nature of their relationship, but she rushed toward him and fairly threw her arms around him, finding herself in his lap, just glad to find those hard, cold eyes staring her down. Not the loving eyes of a stranger that looked at her like he wanted to worship her.

He was back.

And she wasn't going to waste time.

"Fuck me."

"You do get straight to the point, don't you."

She was already off his lap and stripping. "Have a problem with that?"

"Not at all." He watched her strip, grabbing her wrist roughly when he caught sight of the stickiness that was dried on her thighs. "You fucked him."

"And you didn't fuck her?" Janeway shrugged. "Was she any good?"

Chakotay released his grip on her wrist, conceding that he didn't really have any right to be annoyed. He motioned to her to keep removing the last of her clothes as he did the same. "She held her own."

Janeway straddled him on the sofa, not quite lining their groins up. She gripped his cock at the base and squeezed painfully. He groaned, but she took no notice of it. "Did you hurt her?"

He shrugged, thrusting himself into her hand despite the burning pain her grip caused. "Made her neck bleed."

"She need a dermal regenerator?"

"No."

"Weakling." She teased, almost fondly.

"You hurt him?" Chakotay asked in turn.

Janeway shrugged, mirroring his reply as she slid herself down onto his cock. Her hand continued to grip the base and squeezed painfully once more before she moved her hand to sink onto him fully. "Made his neck bleed, too."

Chakotay thrust up into her roughly, stabbing into her despite his submissive position. "Won't they have a fun time explaining that to each other."

"I almost wish I could watch that." She purred. "But for now, this will do."

She rode him hard, just as she had done his counterpart. She didn't pin her Chakotay, though, despite the knowledge that he would enjoy it. After she'd taken the lead in her last round, she wanted the man beneath her to take her like he usually did.

And he didn't disappoint, letting her have control for a few moments before he pushed her off him, back onto the floor, and moved between her spread thighs. He pushed into her harshly, fucking her like he hadn't to her counterpart, she imagined. She moved beneath him, slamming her body into his with just as much force, sex and sin coating the room with smells and sounds.

"Do you think it was just the two realities that got swapped?" He asked, not losing his rhythm. "Or do you think there were multiple Chakotay's trekking across the universe?"

"You're asking me this now?" She snarled.

"You're the scientist, Kathryn."

She stopped moving then, the snarl falling from her face just as quickly as the confusion came. "I don't think you've ever called me Kathryn before."

Chakotay, for his part, didn't stop the movement of his hips. "I picked up a few things on my little vacation."

"Should I be worried?" She asked, remembering the love and the joy in the other man's eyes when she'd fucked him. The way he'd touched and worshipped her instead of biting and hurting. Making love instead of taking for release.

Chakotay bent down and bit her nipple. Hard. She felt the pain and hissed delightedly as he spoke around her bruising nipple. "Never."

***

She'd hugged him for a good few minutes before she'd seen the mark on his neck. Just above his collar. Little red marks poked out rudely, telling her everything she didn't want to know.

Kathryn pulled back, not quite sure what to say.

And that was how she found herself now, staring mutely at him, unsure of herself and him and what had happened to them both. Whatever sense of propriety she had was quickly beaten out of her when she felt the wave of jealousy; after all, she'd done exactly the same thing.

The only difference was that she had a dermal regenerator to cover her marks.

Finally, when the silence became too much and there was too much left unsaid, she broke it. "I'm glad you're back."

It wasn't much, but it was a start.

"It was an... interesting place." He replied, clearly as uncomfortable as she was. He knew that she knew.

"I can imagine."

Silence again, neither knowing what to say, neither having the ability to walk away.

"The Doctor will want to see you." She finally said.

Technically, they had another two odd hours before he was supposed to be back, so the Doctor wouldn't be expecting a call for a while.

"I saw their Doctor." She gave him a curious look and he clarified, "Android."

"Nasty?"

"Seemed to be."

"It's hard to think that those people are us." She shuddered a little, wondering what her other self had been like.

"They're not us, exactly." Chakotay replied. "I didn't see anyone aside from the Captain and the Doctor."

"That could be a good thing."

He flushed. She knew why. "Maybe."

Silence.

She couldn't take it. "What now, then?"

"I don't know."

"I can fix that, if you want." She nodded vaguely toward the mark on his neck, not quite meeting his eyes.

"Thanks." Chakotay replied quietly, not quite looking at her as she moved toward the bedroom, reemerging a moment later with the regenerator in her hand.

They sat close together on the sofa as she ran the healing light over his neck, trying to tug the collar down.

"I replicated the uniform when they left me alone." He explained, despite the fact she hadn't asked.

She nodded anyway. "Does it go much further down?"

"Yes."

Kathryn didn't say anything as she unzipped the jacket and helped him shrug out of it. His turtleneck was next, thrown onto the floor with the discarded jacket. She was mildly dismayed and mildly pleased all at the same time to find that he didn't wear a tank.

She raised an eyebrow.

He shrugged. "Too hot."

And she silently agreed with him.

Ignoring the expanse of skin she could see, free from the scars of rough loving, she focused on healing the mark that went further down his neck than hers had. She worked in silence for a moment, until the wound was gone. She did a quick sweep over his shoulder, too, just to ease whatever ache was surely still there.

"Did she hurt you?" Kathryn asked quietly.

"Not really." He replied, his voice just as soft. "Did he hurt you?"

She wasn't surprised that he knew. She was surprised that it didn't bother her, though. "No."

When Chakotay kissed her, she wasn't surprised. When his arms snaked around her and he pulled her close to straddle him on the sofa, she didn't protest. She could feel the care that he was taking with her and knew that, if she opened her eyes to look at him, she wouldn't see barely restrained passion, waiting to burst forth and hurt her.

He wasn't that kind of evil.

***

Chakotay was evil.

He'd left her on the floor, panting, while he'd replicated a small vibrator, his voice smooth and quiet as though he was picking soup for fucking dinner. He was casual, but serious, intent on his desire to have her.

The hard plastic was unforgiving when he used it on her ass, but the sharp vibrations were giving her more than enough reason to enjoy it. Not that he would have cared either way.

Chakotay pushed back into her, leaving the vibrator inside of her other entrance. "Don't let it go." He warned sharply.

Janeway couldn't help but delight in the fact that this man - her man - was back. She wasn't comfortable with the loving arms of a doting man, but she knew how to handle this one.

"If that's what you're in to," she snarled, "then go fuck one of the crewmen."

He bit at her ear, making her yelp. "Don't bother pretending you don't enjoy it."

"Did she?" Janeway bit back, not quite sure why the wave of jealousy hit. He'd fucked her, not some random alien of the week. He'd done worse before and they held no claim to each other.

Did they?

"Don't know." He replied easily. "Not that it's any of your business."

"I'd think it is." She snorted. "Who knows what you caught."

"Fuck you." He shot back. "You're still wet from him. I owe you nothing."

"Sure about that?" She grinned, she couldn't help it.

He moved downwards again and bit her previously ignored nipple. Hard. "Never."

***

Chakotay didn't take her on the sofa, as his counterpart had.

Maybe he knew it had happened there, maybe he didn't. Either way, he'd kissed her and teased her and fondled her body gently through her uniform, before he'd picked her up and carried her to her bed.

It was still made; she hadn't been there in almost two days. The only sleep she'd had since the XO exchange had been an orgasm-induced nap on the floor. She was glad she hadn't taken the other man to her bed.

She was glad that he was with her now, though.

He laid her on the mattress and stripped her with such care and tenderness that she'd contemplated crying for a brief moment. Where was her damn backbone now?

When he moved between her legs, parting them with ease, she was thankful that she'd had the sense of mind to shower before he'd returned. Returned. Huh. She said it like he'd been on shore leave, not in another reality with some kind of hell version of her.

"Did he hurt you?" Chakotay asked, his eyes roaming over the tender tissue at the apex of her thighs.

"No." Kathryn sighed. "Not really."

And he hadn't. Nor would this Chakotay, she knew. He kissed and tasted her everywhere he could reach, avoiding her wet centre as it grew damp under his teasing. She was rocking her hips towards him before she was even aware of it, but it didn’t matter because he knew and that was enough.

When his mouth found her clit, it was everything it hadn't been the first time, everything she'd fantasized in her dreams and her logs. He was gentle and tender, but rough enough to bring her to the edge with far more ease than should have been required.

He tongued her clit sharply, the flat of his tongue making brief swipes across the hard knot until he sucked it between his lips and tried to make her scream.

Which he probably would, she acknowledged, if he kept that up.

***

She screamed.

He was biting and pulling her nipples and pinching her clit with horrible force and the vibrator in her ass had been turned up and he was thrust so far inside of her that he was going to end up shooting his load out of her throat if they weren't careful.

And she screamed, loudly, when her orgasm hit her, pushing her so far beyond reality that she wondered if she would float back to her own Voyager.

It kept coming and coming and Janeway felt the breath being knocked out of her, wondering if he would have to give her chest compressions to revive her again. Her scream died out when she had no breath left and she found her body tense, still pulsing through the ripples of pleasure.

She heard him groan something that might have been her name - her first name - and she tightened her legs around his hips in response, holding him close to her as he came. He seed was mixing with that of his counterpart and she shuddered at the thought.

"Fuck." He hissed, reaching below them to turn the vibrator off.

Janeway knew the vibrations had been as torturing for his cock as they had been to her insides. "I'm glad you're back." She admitted.

Chakotay stared at her, still panting, his breath washing over her. "You getting soft?"

"No, lover, that's your department." She shot back.

Chakotay grinned. "I'm glad I'm back, too."

And he picked up the vibrator and proceeded to prove that, soft or hard, he could make her scream.

***

She'd had to push his head away in the end, begging for a break.

He licked and sucked at her, so different from the other man, and forced her into one orgasm after another, making her body shake and shudder. She hadn't been able to breathe or think or move, just feel. He hadn't let her rest, pushing her from one wave of pleasure to the next.

Finally, when she couldn't take any more, she pushed him away, fairly sobbing with pleasure, trying to drag him up her body but not having the strength for it.

Chakotay understood, though, and he moved until the head of his cock nudged at her sensitive folds. She moaned, but didn't stop him. Couldn't stop him.

He pushed into her slowly, feeling her stretch around him. He'd been right; she was tighter than her counterpart. Sweeter. His.

They moved against each other, giving and taking in tandem. Kathryn didn't think she'd be able to climax again but, then again, she wasn't sure he'd be satisfied with anything less.

And she was right.

He used her body for his own pleasure, thrusting into her with long strokes, pushing away at her sanity. But he refused to let go until she came again, he'd said, and his hand had moved to her clit to help her.

It didn't take long before she cried out again, the primal noise from her being matched with his own as he came inside of her, their bodies crushed tightly together.

"I'm glad I'm back too," He told her, once they were both breathing normally again. He rolled off her, much to her disappointment, and pulled her close. "And we'll figure this out."

"We will." She agreed. She didn't resist the embrace and she snuggled as close to him as she could.

"And, until we do," He sighed, one hand rubbing along the curve of her side. "I'm sure we can find something else to keep ourselves entertained."

And he rolled over and proceeded to show her that, regardless of everything, he loved her.

***

End