Revenge by Nameless Ensign

A romantic Voyager fanfiction short story, written 2001. Sequel to Surprise. Rated NC-17.

Disclaimer: Star Trek:Voyager and the characters used in this story all belong to Paramount. No infringement intended.

Chakotay keyed in his access code to his quarters and stumbled through the door. The day had been tiresome, and Kathryn was coming to his quarters for dinner in less than thirty minutes. He did want to see her, but he wasn't sure he'd be much company. He smiled. Perhaps she'd forgive him, considering his holodeck surprise the night before. The images of his lover being assaulted by two holocopies of himself made his member stir slightly, despite his fatigue. He threw off his uniform jacket and went over to his computer terminal. Two messages. Both were from Kathryn, he noticed. He sat down and opened the first one. She was dressed in uniform, though grinning more than she usually did when she was the Captain.

"Are you alone, Chakotay?" she purred from the screen. "If you are, open the next message."

He was intrigued. What on earth was this? With a flicker of arousal, he hoped it might be her way of thanking him for the night before. Smiling, he pressed a key to open the next message.

Kathryn looked quite different in this message. He could only see her face and shoulders, but she appeared to be wearing a satin nightgown. His gaze traveled over her slim shoulders, and he was filled with longing to slide those thin straps off her shoulders and place delicate kisses there instead.

"Hello Chakotay," Kathryn's image on the screen said and smiled. She licked her lips. "Gathering from last night's... uh... adventures," she said while her grin widened, "it seems you like to watch." There was a slight pause then she continued speaking. "Here's something for you to watch," she said, then raised her voice slightly. "Computer, start recording from camera Janeway B, and lower lights to twenty percent." The image changed, showing a view of her bedroom. Within moments Kathryn came into view, wearing a short blue nightgown. Walking up to stand beside her bed, she slowly slid one, then the other, of the gown's straps off her shoulders, allowing the gown to fall to the floor. Stepping out of the satin puddle, she sat down on the bed, her body shining as if it was made of silver, lit only by the dim lightning and the starlight from the viewport. With a sigh, she lay down on her bed. Her eyes closed as her hands moves slowly over her body, stopping to gently squeeze and tease her nipples.

Chakotay stared at the screen, not quite believing his eyes. He would never have guessed that Kathryn would do something like this. On the other hand, he thought, she probably wouldn't have guessed he'd create a holoprogram like the one they'd used last night either. The sight of her naked body and her hands caressing her nipples sent pleasant waves of arousal through him, all centering in his groin. His member stirred again, more insistent for attention this time. Gently, he squeezed his hardening shaft through his uniform pants as the recording continued.

Kathryn opened her eyes again, and moved the pillows on her bed so that she was half-sitting on the bed, then she slowly spread her legs, her knees raised off the bed. Looking intently at the camera, she slid one of her hands down over her stomach. She let her long slim fingers travel leisurely over her folds before spreading them wide, opening herself completely. She licked the fingers of her free hand, then let that hand join the other between her legs. Slowly, the lubricated fingers moved along her folds, stopping to circle her clit. She moaned slightly, and closed her eyes again while she continued to caress herself. First one, then two, of her fingers slid inside her now wet opening.

Chakotay grunted in frustration, watching Kathryn fuck herself with her fingers. His erection was uncomfortably confined in the tight uniform pants so he quickly opened the zipper, allowing his rock hard member to spring free from the confinements. He gripped himself with one hand, rubbing a thumb over the tip, spreading the glistening moisture that had escaped him. Moaning loudly now, the image of Kathryn on the screen slid her fingers in and out of her tight opening with increasing speed. Chakotay stared at the screen, longing to shove his hard shaft into that opening. He closed his hand around his member, and started pumping slowly. Kathryn's movements were becoming frantic, her moans turning into small cries. Just as he thought she was about to orgasm, she stilled completely. He stilled too, his hand squeezing himself, waiting for whatever came next.

Kathryn was still, calming her breathing. Her eyes were closed and the two fingers still inside her. Then she opened her eyes, looked into the camera with a crooked smile on her lips, while her fingers slowly slipped out. Sitting up a little, she reached behind the pillow. There was a wicked gleam in her eyes, and her smile grew wider as she held up the golden object she'd retrieved from behind the pillow, making sure Chakotay got a good look at the smooth and shining dildo. She licked her lips as she ran the tip of a slim finger down the length of the golden shaft. Then she grinned and rotated a knob at the end of it, making it vibrate. "Oh!" she exclaimed and jumped a little as the object seemed to come alive. Then she chuckled. "Hm," she said and winked at the camera, while she leaned back to rest against the pillow again. She guided the whirring object down between her breasts, brought it to tease one nipple, then the other. She gasped at the lovely sensations, her legs opening wider in anticipation. Her back arched off the bed as she ran the dildo down her stomach and let it come to rest momentarily in the reddish curls between her legs. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, concentrating on the sensations the golden dildo was creating. She guided the tip of it to where her fingers had been pumping in and out of her only moments before, carefully avoiding touching her clit. She gasped audibly as she thrust the vibrating shaft into herself, seemingly oblivious to the camera and the rest of the world.

Chakotay gasped as well as he watched the shining dildo slip into her. This had to be the most erotic thing he ever witnessed, he thought. He still had a firm grip on his throbbing member, but held it still. The scene playing out on the screen of his terminal was too exquisite, too delicately sensual; he didn't want anything to disturb it. From the screen, Kathryn's moans became louder and louder while his need for her grew until it was almost intolerable. Still, he didn't move, just stared fixated at image of Kathryn. Her behind was high in the air now, rising and falling in rhythm with her fingers thrusting the dildo deep into herself and withdrawing it with equal force. Then, with a growl of frustration, no doubt summoning all her willpower, she removed the dildo and let her body slowly sink back to the bed. She was almost sobbing from the depravation, panting heavily. Her eyes were closed, her legs still spread wide. What now, Chakotay wondered, feeling deprived himself. The screen went blank. He stared at it, not quite believing that that had been the end of the message. He felt like sobbing himself.

Standing outside Chakotay's door, Kathryn kept a close look on her watch. She'd been alerted when Chakotay started playing the message she sent him, and knew it lasted exactly 174 seconds. Standing so close to his door, she could hear her own cries of passion from the recording. It made her cheeks flush with embarrassment but also made her lower body tingle as she remembered how she'd thrust the dildo in and out of herself in front of the camera. Knowing that Chakotay watched that recording right at that moment was almost more than she could bear. She squeezed her legs harder together, trying to ignore her building arousal. She sighed and closed her eyes for a moment, trying to keep herself from punching in her override code and go into Chakotay's quarters and take him with force. She kept her eyes closed for a while, trying to calm her shallow breathing, and didn't notice that the time was up until the watch went past 180 seconds. Quickly, she pressed the chime.

Chakotay's head snapped up when the door chime sounded. Exasperated, he looked at the computer terminal, to the door and finally at his erection protruding from his uniform pants. "Computer, who's at the door?" he asked quickly. He didn't want to answer the door in the shape he was in.

"Captain Kathryn Janeway," the computer replied dispassionately.

A grin formed on Chakotay's face as he called out for her to enter. Suddenly, he was happy the message had ended where it had.

Kathryn stepped through the door hurriedly. Seeing Chakotay sitting in the chair, leaning back, and with his member hard and ready brought another gush of arousal to her lower body. She licked her lips and smiled at him. "I see you got my message," she said slowly while she started walking towards him, lifting her top over her head and tossing it aside.

Chakotay grinned back at her, his eyes dark, looking at her intently. "Yeah," he said, watching Kathryn shed one item of clothing after another as she slowly sauntered towards him. His hand went back to slowly pump his shaft. Top, bra, skirt, and... no panties? Chakotay's eyebrows shot up, but his smile was one of approval. He fastened his gaze on her breasts, intending to bring his lips to tease them the first chance he got. He reached out and took hold of her hips, drawing her to him, then latched onto one nipple with his mouth, sucking greedily. "You better be ready for me Kathryn," he said, his hands moving up her thighs.

A frustrated groan was the only answer he got.

He stood up and lifted her onto the desk, settling her on the very edge. Grinning at her frustrated statement, probably very similar to the statement he had worn watching her message, he let the tip of his erection tease her wet opening. "Do you want me to fuck you, Kathryn?" he asked her in a low voice.

The look in her eyes was one of pure need. "Yes," she whispered huskily, wrapping her legs around him, trying to draw him to her.

If she could tease, so could he, he thought. There wasn't anything he'd want more at that moment than to plunge into her, but he didn't. "Tell me," he said instead, "say it."

She looked at him defiantly, clearly realizing he was teasing her. And she loved every second of it. So he wanted to hear her beg for him to fuck her? So be it. "Fuck me, Chakotay," she said, and added, as a bonus, "fuck me hard." She was rewarded with a primitive growl from Chakotay and the feel him driving his shaft into her. Tightening the hold her legs had around his waist, she urged him on, desperate for more of the delicious feeling of him filling her.

His pace was frantic, he realized that. He wouldn't last long, but he was pretty sure Kathryn wouldn't either. They were being unusually noisy, and he noticed absently that the desk was creaking. But that didn't matter; all that mattered at that moment was the feel of her moist warmth hugging his member, driving him rapidly towards release.

Chakotay groaned loudly with every thrust, matched by Kathryn's cries. Anyone walking past in the corridor would hear them clearly, but at that moment, she just didn't care. All senses seemed numb; her only goal was to reach the orgasm that Chakotay's frantic pumping was pushing her towards. Her cries turned into heavy panting, and as her orgasm unbearably slowly took hold of her body she found that breathing wasn't really important. Then she cried out, buckling up against him, while she felt the muscles in her lower body grip his member forcefully.

Being agonizing moments from his own orgasm, Chakotay drove his shaft into her tightening opening with increased urgency, before he finally crushed himself towards her, trying to get as deep as possible as he emptied himself into her. For a moment, he held her tight, stroking her hair, allowing them both to calm their breathing. "Guess you got back at me, Kathryn," he said and chuckled.

"Yep," she answered, lifting her face to grin at him. Then her statement changed as she fastened her gaze on her fingers drawing patterns on his chest. "Question is," she said innocently, then looked up at him again, "what are you going to do about it?" She could feel his laughter long before she heard it, vibrating through his chest.

He kissed her forehead. "Don't worry, I'll think of something."

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