Disclaimer: Paramount, Viacom, yadda yadda yadda. You know the drill: they own 'em, I'm just borrowing them. Consider the characters in question adequately disclaimed. Warning: Only those over the magic 17 may continue reading past this point - rated NC-17 for sexual content. Summary: Tom's experience in sickbay gives him the opportunity to arrange a little adventure for himself, the Captain, and Chakotay. Trouble, Chakotay thought to himself, as he watched Tom Paris approach his seat in the Mess hall. Whenever Tom Paris seeks you out, you know you're looking at some major trouble coming your way. Still, the large Commander gave the younger man a slight smile, not being able to quell his curiosity over what the pilot might have to speak to him about. We're not exactly the best of friends. I doubt if he's coming to let me in on some new holonovel he's writing or something, Chakotay thought, then realized he was being a bit unfair. In the six years he and Tom had served together on Voyager (rather grudgingly at first, he had to admit) the two of them had really come a long way in putting their past resentments and biases (mostly his own, he confessed) behind them. They weren't best buddies, but they were trying to be something somewhat like friends. However, bad-boy-cum-ship's-savior or not, every time he saw Paris walk into the room Chakotay couldn't help but wonder whether or not he was taking his life into his own hands just by hearing the man out. So far Tom's amazing skills as a pilot, and burgeoning skills as a field medic had saved Voyager more times than his mischievous whims had endangered her. So far, Chakotay emphasized to himself. And so far Neelix's leola root casserole hasn't killed anyone, but that doesn't mean I'm getting second helpings of the stuff. Still, Chakotay kept smiling, and set aside his cup of tea when Paris reached his table. Here we go, he thought, and then said: "Good morning, Paris. Looking for me?" As if it weren't obvious. There was definitely a very different swagger to Paris' walk whenever he searched out his Commanding officer. Over time, Chakotay had learned that Tom's more caustic attitude around him was more a reaction to the tenseness of their relationship rather than a sign of disrespect - however, that didn't mean the cocky young man didn't enjoy tormenting his superior officer. Rather, Chakotay was sure that if there were an award for pestering your XO Tom Paris would win the gold. "Actually, yes I was, Chakotay. Do you mind?" he asked, gesturing to the seat across from him. Chakotay gestured back and Tom pulled the chair around, straddling it backwards. Chakotay waited a moment for Tom to say something...but he didn't. Chakotay raised an eyebrow, finally asking. "Is there something you wanted to talk about, Mr. Paris?" "What?...Oh, oh yeah. Hey, is that this week's sickbay report?" Tom said, reaching for one of the datapadds sitting in front of Chakotay, but not reaching fast enough before his Commander snatched the padd away. "You know I can't let you read this, Tom." "Oh, come on Chakotay. You know the Doc makes up half that stuff anyways." Chakotay flashed him a look that said Yeah, right. "And most of it's just to get me in trouble," Paris continued. "Like that whole thing with his parameter attenuators. I had absolutely nothing to do with..." Chakotay suddenly frowned in confusion, glancing down at the padd in his hands. "What 'thing' with the parameter attenuators?" Paris stopped, mid-sentence, and Chakotay almost laughed out loud at the purposefully blank expression that suddenly came across the pilot's handsome face. "Oh," he said, suddenly looking as innocent as a young Harry Kim in a Orion trade festival (which automatically told Chakotay that he was as guilty as sin) "Nothing. Nothing at all. Just a little...fluctuation that occurred the other day in the doctor's programming...the part that determines his physical size. Not that I had anything to do with it..." Uh-huh, thought Chakotay. "I was just a bit...concerned that's all. But if the Doc didn't feel it was important enough to mention..." Suddenly, Chakotay sighed heavily, leaning back in his seat and folding his arms. "What do you want, Paris?" "Excuse me?" "What do you want? You're obviously up to something and I seriously doubt you sought me out this morning to discuss your concerns over the stability of the Doctor's parameter attenuators. So...what do you want?" "Commander, I'm...quite frankly...hurt that you would imply..." "Paris..." "I mean, can't I come to talk to you, XO of Voyager that you are, without having some sort of ulterior..." "Paris." "Oh. O.K." Paris said, suddenly flashing Chakotay one of his megawatt smiles (which usually contained enough mischief to keep Chakotay anxious for a week). "Pretty obvious, huh? Guess I'm getting rather predictable." Chakotay snorted. Tom Paris, predictable? "As a tornado," he mumbled, to which Paris' expression grew confused. "Back to the point, Tom. What do you want?" Then Tom was smiling again. "Actually, it's not what I want, exactly. I've come to lend my assistance to you." "To me?" Chakotay asked, blinking, and now Paris leaned back in his chair, folding his arms in a mock-Chakotay sort of way. The Commander sighed with frustration and sat back up. "Yes, to you," Paris was saying. "You have the look of a man who has gone entirely too long without having a good time, and if there's anyone on this ship who can help someone have a good time it's yours truly." Chakotay snorted, then laughed. "No offense, Paris. But if I wanted to have a good time...I don't think you'd have the...requirements...for the job." Paris just looked at him in a peculiar way, leaning close, then whispered "You'd be surprised, Commander." And then he burst into laughter at the look that crossed Chakotay's face at that. "Come on, Chakotay, lighten up! I was only joking, for crying out loud. Besides, that's not exactly the sort of good time I was talking about. I never knew you had such a dirty mind." "Guess you bring out the worst in me," Chakotay replied automatically, not thinking. He regretted the unpleasant comment as soon as it was made. Considering the tentative peace they had going between them, after so many years of hostility, that was just the sort of comment he shouldn't be making. "Look, Paris, I didn't mean..." But to his surprise, Paris stopped him from apologizing and didn't look at all upset by the little off-handed remark. "Don't mention it, Chakotay. I know you didn't mean it like that. And I know I get under your skin sometimes." Chakotay smiled, grateful and a little sheepish for Paris' understanding. "Well.." he said, letting the unspoken agreement stand where it was. "And that's exactly why I'm here right now," Paris continued. "I know you and I haven't been the best of friends in the past, but I think we've come to resolve a lot of our differences. And I don't know about you, but I think the way we've been walking around on eggshells around each other for the past four years is just ridiculous. It's high time we move past all that and try to be friends. What do you think?" Chakotay just looked at him a moment. 'Paris...walk around on eggshells? Is he serious?' Chakotay thought, but the young man did indeed seem sincere. The Commander had grown to know him at least well enough to tell when he was pulling his leg or not. Usually, anyways. And so he decided to answer him. "I'd like us to be friends, as well," he replied, honestly, a little thrown off by this unexpected gesture on Tom's behalf. "Good," Paris said, slapping the table in front of him, making Chakotay's teacup shake just slightly. He stood up. "I guess it's settled then. My quarters, say...01600?" Chakotay almost dropped the teacup he'd just picked up again. "What? Wait...what's been settled? What do you mean, your quarters?" "We'll meet at my quarters - get this friendship thing off on the right start; you know, spend a little time together. I wasn't kidding when I said you looked like you could use a good time. Any more work and any less play and you'd be Tuvok. What do you say?" Chakotay hesitated, studying Paris. 'He's up to something..he's got to be up to something. Damn it! Why can't there be a dignified way to request an emergency transport out of the messhall when you need one?' "Commander?" Paris' voice brought him out of his musings, and he noticed the pilot had that mischievous gleam back in his eyes. "You don't have your mind in the gutter again, do you Chakotay?" "Paris," Chakotay said, menacingly, and Paris held up his hands, sighing in mock surrender. "Hey, I'm just asking you to join in a little good clean fun for your own good. So are you in or out?" Chakotay resisted the urge to grumble. He couldn't shake the feeling that he'd regret this, but he hadn't been lying - he would like it if he and Paris could become more comfortable around one another, as crazy as he felt for admitting that. And he could hardly say no now after he'd already said he'd like them to be friends. "Okay Paris...I'm in. What did you have in mind?" Paris smiled, widely. "Uh uh uh, Commander. That's for me to know and for you to find out. After all, that's half the fun of it." Chakotay threw him a dubious look. "Just trust me," Paris said, and the look became even more dubious, to which Paris' smile grew even wider. "Believe me, Chakotay. You're going to have the time of your life." And with that, Paris left, leaving Chakotay to contemplate the choice he'd just made. 'The 'time of my life', huh?' Chakotay thought, 'Maybe. If it isn't the death of me first.' Commander Chakotay arrived at Paris' quarters on time, though he was tempted to stall. He was more than a little bit awkward about the whole evening. He'd never been to Tom's quarters before. In fact, he couldn't remember the last time he and Paris were together in a social setting for the distinct purpose of spending time with one another - if ever. Tom was right - it was ridiculous that they hadn't made more of an effort to interact before now. With that thought steeling him, Chakotay bucked up and activated the door's chime...and got no response. It was quite anticlimactic. Chakotay rang again. And once more. He was becoming rather annoyed when suddenly his commbadge chirped. The Commander looked down at the little badge, questioningly. Noone should be looking for him at the moment. Was there some sort of ship's emergency? "Chakotay here," he responded, immediately, surprised when he heard Paris' voice coming from it. "Paris? What are you doing?" "Wondering when you're going to take the hint and get in here already," he said, sounding as though he were talking to a child with which he was exasperated. Chakotay frowned, reminding himself that they were trying to be friends here. "I'm sorry, Paris," he said slowly. "I didn't think I should just.." "Well, thank you for respecting my privacy, Chakotay, but I'm a little...preoccupied at the moment and I can't...can't quite come to the door at the moment, so you'd better just let yourself in." Chakotay heard some sort of noise in the background and wondered just what the hell Paris had going on in there. "Listen, Tom, if this is bad time.." "No! No, not at all. Just getting everything...settled for the evening. Come in Chakotay. I promise you - you aren't interrupting anything." Chakotay hesitated, but then pressed the entrance command. He walked into Tom's considerably darkened quarters, hearing the door close behind him and allowing his eyes to adjust to the dim interior. Once they had, be blinked - wondering if he were seeing things. Tom was sitting on the couch, dressed in civilian attire - "blue jeans", he believed was the appropriate term, and a light blue shirt. And on his lap sat...a woman. A quite scantily clad woman whose face was turned away from him as she nestled against Tom's shoulder. "Hello, Chakotay. Glad you could make it," Tom said, completely casual and comfortable as if there were no reason to be otherwise. "Paris!" "What?" Chakotay managed to compose himself and replied. "Paris, we seem to have a little misunderstanding on the meaning of 'interrupting anything'." "What? Oh! Oh, you mean the woman," Paris' said, obviously feigning ignorance as he glanced down at the female form in his arms. Chakotay frowned in annoyance and crossed his arms, feet itching to head for the exit. "Oh, this isn't 'interrupting anything'. This is why I invited you here tonight." "Come again?" "Well, I told you you needed to have a good time, so ...she's here to help." Chakotay blinked twice at the unincorrigible young man sitting before him. He stood there silently for about half a minute...then turned and promptly headed for the exit. "Chakotay! Chakotay, wait." Paris said, quickly extricating himself from the relaxed body that had been covering his and dashed to head the Commander off. The woman seemed none too bothered by this, she simply made herself comfortable once again, settling into the cushions of the couch - lying on her side so that Chakotay could still not see her face. 'All for the better' he thought 'As if this weren't an awkward enough situation as it is. The last thing I need is to be bumping into her around the ship after tonight, knowing she was a part of Tom's crazy scheme to get me involved in a menage a trois.' Chakotay turned to the blond, blue-eyed impediment to his escape, fixing him with his sternest glare. "Paris, if you really think I'm going to get involved in any crazy sex game with you and your little friend over there, the Doctor's right - you have had one too many concussions. Now get out of my way." Paris held up his hands, trying to mollify his angry companion. "Now, Chakotay. Just hear me out." "No." "Oh, come on! Lighten up! I'm not trying to get you into any 'crazy sex game'; nothing kinky. Just a little threesome." Chakotay snorted. "Look, I promised you a little good clean fun, didn't I?" "I tell you, Paris. You and I really work off of a different vocabulary. My idea of good clean fun is not having casual sex with the ship's pilot and some woman I've probably never spoken more than two words to!" Now, Paris snorted. "Now that, Commander I wouldn't be so sure about. Listen, this is why you've been so tense lately. Everybody can see it - not just me. You need to have little fun! And you could, too, - you just need to stop being so...so puritanical. Plain and simple - I want her, she wants me, she wants you, and I know you want her. How much more 'good and clean' can you get?" Chakotay just shook his head. He would never understand this man. Never. "Paris, I am going to tell you this one last time and then you are going to let me out of that door. I will not participate in this. You want to be friends - fine. But this is a little friendlier than I'd prefer. Besides, what do you mean you know I want her. Who is she anyways? Because unless you know something I don't..." "Chakotay?" came the woman's voice from behind him, suddenly, and the familiar sound stopped him, mid-sentence. "Chakotay, are you there?" Chakotay turned to Paris, who was obviously quite amused by the look of utter astonishment that must have been plastered across his dark face. Tom was grinning like an idiot, and Chakotay couldn't be sure - but he could almost see a pair of red, pointy horns on the top of the devilish young man's head. "Paris," Chakotay asked, his voice now quieter than before. "Just what the hell is going on here?" Paris looked behind the Commander, speaking to the woman before walking over to where she stood by the couch. "Why don't you tell him...Kathryn." Chakotay had watched Paris cross the room, believing his eyes when he saw Tom walk up to the Captain even less than he'd believed his ears when he'd heard her call his name. He watched with disbelief as Kathryn looked up at Tom, a huge smile on her face. "Tom!" she said, wrapping her arms around him. "You let me fall asleep! I was terribly disappointed when I woke up and you weren't with me." "I'm sorry, Kathryn," he said, smiling brightly. "I was just greeting our guest." Then he threw Chakotay the smuggest look he'd ever seen...and pulled Kathryn into a passionate kiss most worthy of the Paris' reputation for having a way with women. Chakotay felt as though he were going to collapse right where he stood. Then the Captain turned to him. "Chakotay." She spoke his name like a caress and he was disturbed to realize the effect the sound of it on her lips had on him. "I'm so glad you could make it," she said. Chakotay swallowed hard as she walked nearer to him, allowing him to see more of her now than just her face and the long, strawberry-blond hair that fell loosely across her shoulders. He could now see more clearly her clothing...or lack thereof. "Captain...I mean, K-Kathryn," he stuttered, in way of a greeting, totally thrown by this turn of events, and realizing it was hardly appropriate to call this woman "Captain" while she was standing before him dressed in the most scandalous, ice-blue teddy he could imagine. He had to force his eyes to remain on her face, and his stance seemed painfully formal, even to him. Paris walked over to the pair, chuckling slightly. "See, Chakotay, I told you this was just what you needed. A little fun to ease the tension - you're as stiff as a board." And then he winked at him over Kathryn's shoulder, in deference to his obvious pun. "Paris..." Chakotay threatened, but then remembered Kathryn. "Kathryn, I...I don't know what to say. This comes as a total...surprise to me. I never would have imagined.." Janeway laughed at that, leaning against Tom and running one hand under his shirt, causing a small, involuntary flash of jealousy to jolt through Chakotay once again. "Neither would I," she said. "I believe we owe the idea of this whole little get together entirely to Mr. Paris. Don't we..Lieutenant?" And Chakotay could have sworn the way she said 'Lieutenant' went against some sort of command protocol somewhere. Paris just smiled, happily enjoying Kathryn's exploration under his shirt. "Well, I don't mean to take all the credit..." Kathryn giggled, leaning against him, but something about the way she moved suddenly struck Chakotay as odd. "Kathryn?" he asked, walking a little closer to her, to which she did not respond. He looked closer at her...and closer. Then he exclaimed, "Paris!" Tom looked up from where Kathryn was diligently working at the buttons of his shirt. "What?" "What's wrong with her?" "What do you mean?" "What do I mean?" Chakotay repeated, exasperated. He gestured at the Captain. "I mean, what's wrong with her. What have you done?" "What have I done?" Paris asked, seemingly with some incredulity. He gently moved Kathryn aside, smiling and planting a light kiss on her forehead before turning back to Chakotay with a hurt look on his face. "What do you mean 'what have I done'. I've set up the perfect evening for three very deserving, very sexually frustrated officers who just happen to be very attracted to one another - that's what I've done. I would have thought you'd be a little more appreciative." And with that he folded his arms over his chest with a little huff. Chakotay looked at him like he'd lost his mind - if he'd ever really had it in the first place. "Paris - she's drunk!" "She's not drunk!" "Just look at her!" "She's not drunk, Chakotay, believe me." "Tom, you can't tell me she isn't..." "She's drugged." That stopped Chakotay dead in his tracks. "Excuse me?" to which Tom crossed the room, pulling what appeared to be an empty hypospray from the cushions of his couch, smiling widely and wiggling the little vile between his fingers. "One of the many perks of being a field medic," he continued. "The knowledge of and access to an endless supply of multi-purpose pharmaceuticals." Chakotay just stood there a moment, thrown off guard...then he launched himself at Paris like an angry lion. "Hey!" Paris shouted, dropping the hypo to duck out of Chakotay's path. The Commander whirled, heading after Tom once again, ignoring Kathryn's exclamation. "I'll kill you Paris!" he yelled, backing the Lieutenant in a corner and lunging for his throat, but the smaller man moved first. In one movement, he ducked under and out of the Commander's reach, grabbing his left arm and pulling it behind his back. In seconds he had the larger man pinned against the wall. "Now, Chakotay," said Paris, and Chakotay was glad to hear that he at least sounded a slight bit winded. "You and I both know you don't want to try and fight me. You may be bigger and stronger, but I've lived through more bar brawls and back-alley street fights than you're animal guide could spiritually warn you away from. I'm an ex-con, remember? You wouldn't stand a chance." "Oh, yeah," Chakotay finally said. "Ex-con? Get ready to have that title reinstated, Mr. Paris, because what you've done here is a criminal offense." "A criminal offense?" Paris released him, and Chakotay rubbed his arm as Tom backed away, Kathryn running up to his side. "Maybe. But what reason are you going to put on your reports, Commander? That you threw me in the brig for giving the Captain a little well-needed sexual release? Hell, I think it's criminal that I haven't thought of this before now! A beautiful woman like Kathryn? I deserve to be locked up for not seeing to her needs sooner, and so should you." Chakotay just shook his head. "Abducting a senior officer...[to which Paris just snorted] ...making unwanted sexual advances upon her..." Chakotay's anger grew as he listed Tom's offenses. "Unwanted!" Paris exclaimed, now he suddenly seemed genuinely affronted and angry himself. He walked over to the hypospray lying on the floor and tossed it to Chakotay. "I hate to break this to you, Commander. But despite what you may think - I do not take advantage of the women I make love to, especially not when I care about them like I do Kathryn. That hypo contains a compound that simply relaxes one's inhibitions. It won't make her do anything she wouldn't want to do. And it certainly wouldn't make her susceptible to rape!" Chakotay looked down at the hypo, now made uncertain by Paris' impassioned defense. "Regardless of what it does, Paris. You can't think it's right to drug her to get her into bed with you. Is that why you asked me here? So I'd participate and you wouldn't be the only one involved in this act. What, did you think it would take away some of your accountability, having the ship's XO involved in this as well? You can't think the Captain would want you to... to manipulate her this way!" Kathryn picked this moment to join in the conversation. "Actually, Chakotay, that's exactly what I wanted." "What!" Kathryn left Tom's side and strode over to Chakotay's, her movements so graceful and seductive he forgot momentarily that her actions were in any way being effected by whatever it was Paris injected her with. When she reached for him, he respectfully pushed her arms away, but the second time she touched him...the way she cupped his face in her hands, the sight of her lovely face so close to his ...seemed to render him motionless and he did not push her away. "Try and understand, Chakotay. When I first woke up here, after Tom used that hypospray on me, I admit I was a little put off, drug or no. But really, what he did was very sweet." Chakotay snorted at that. "Truly, Chakotay. He knows how long I've repressed myself. Denied myself any type of relationship as I believed a 'dutiful Captain' should. He knows how long I've been fighting my attraction towards him...and towards you." With that she began to trail one fingernail along his cheek and down the side of his neck, and he found himself catching his breath. "But thanks to Tom's naughty activities," she was continuing, "I don't have to play the dutiful, sexually repressed Captain tonight. All he's done is allow me to drop that pretense; to be myself. Just for tonight - just for now. He's given me the chance to explore my desires. And I intend to, Chakotay." With that she leaned forward, about to kiss him, but he pushed her away, trying to reign in the desire her nearness was igniting within him. He had been denying himself as well, fighting his attraction to his Captain for way too long. It was so tempting to just give in and let it happen. But the consequences... "Captain, you don't know what you're saying. You've been drugged, and you might not realize it, but your way of thinking has been manipulated..." "Chakotay," her voice was a whisper, and she placed one slender finger across his lips, silencing him. "Enough talk. Enough fighting. Just give in. Just let go." And then...she kissed him. The feel of Kathryn's lips against his was a catalyst to unleashing Chakotay's pent up desires. They burst within him, putting a passion and strength in his kiss that had Kathryn making a small sound of satisfaction deep in the back of her throat. His arms came around her and suddenly his lips were crushing upon hers, his arousal evident to her where their bodies were pressed against one another. The kiss seemed to go on endlessly. When Kathryn finally began to pull away, seeming to laugh softly, Chakotay felt as though the room were spinning. This was all so unbelievable. He looked into her expectant eyes, at a loss for words, knowing that what he wanted to tell her was...yes. Yes, he was going to do this. May the spirits help him, but he was going to go through with this. It was at that moment he heard Tom's polite cough in the background and remembered that the other man had been present the entire time. Tom lounged against the couch, casually, looking amused. His frame, however, was still slightly tense; still slightly angry over the confrontation with Chakotay, but trying to brush it off. Kathryn went over to him, laughing. "Oh, don't worry, Tom. I don't plan to neglect you now that Chakotay's decided to play." "I wouldn't hear of it, love," he told her, and then they both looked over at the Commander. Chakotay suddenly felt like a kid again under their expectant gaze - young and inexperienced. He had never done something like this before. He had always felt that lovemaking should be between two people alone, and rationalized his sudden openness to this experience as being caused by the surreality of the entire situation. "I'm...not sure how to go about this," he confessed, and after a moment Paris gave him a smile and a small pat on the back. "Don't worry, Commander. We'll walk you through it." And with that, he winked. 'I'm about to participate in a threesome with Tom Paris - the most arrogant, womanizing, smart-ass on the ship. What am I thinking?' Chakotay wondered to himself. Still, he accompanied the pair back into the seating area. However, when Tom and Kathryn sat on the couch, he took his seat opposite them on one of the chairs. Kathryn gave him an understanding smile. "Just watch for a little while, Chakotay, until you're comfortable. You can join in anytime you like." The Commander nodded, but he felt like the biggest fool in the Delta Quadrant, and found himself nervously rubbing the arms of the chair on which he sat. 'This is crazy!' Then Kathryn looked back at Tom. "Well, Lieutenant? Are we going to give the Commander something to join in on or not?" Tom leered back at her. "Yes, ma'am." And then threw Chakotay a grin. "Watch and learn, Commander" which earned him a dirty look from the large Indian. When Tom and Kathryn began kissing, Chakotay again entertained his doubts. He felt very much the voyeur - watching the two of them engage in foreplay like this, still not sure he was comfortable with the whole scenario. But the longer he watched, the more relaxed he felt himself become. He couldn't help but be aroused by the newness of the experience as well as the sight of Tom and Kathryn interacting so passionately. He couldn't help but notice the comfort with which Tom performed before the eyes of another man. There was no reticence in his kiss; no hesitation in the way his hands moved over Kathryn's body. His mouth was hungry on her skin, and each time he left her lips to explore her neck, her ears, her shoulders, he left her gasping. Her hands lost themselves in the blond waves of his hair as he leaned over to kiss a trail from the tip of her chin to the v of her breasts. His right hand delved between her thighs to touch her briefly there before moving back to her breast, slipping beneath the ice-blue lace of her bodice to cup her right breast, giving Chakotay the momentary glimpse of one puckered nipple, causing his body to leap in reaction. Kathryn's hands moved over Tom's back, moving the fabric of his shirt further off of him until finally he pulled back to help her, tugging the garment off quickly and flinging it aside. He moved back to her eagerly, groaning against her lips when her hands caressed the hard, naked muscles of his back and shoulders. Finally, Chakotay decided to move to the couch, sitting down a slight distance from Kathryn. She smiled over at him, turning her head just enough to look at him, but not enough to interfere with Tom's pleasurable ministrations. Tentatively, Chakotay leaned over, beginning to kiss her on the opposite side of her neck from Tom, mimicking the other man's movements. Tom continued to knead Kathryn's breast in the palm of his hand, and now Chakotay took the other one in his. Kathryn sighed in contentment, placing a hand on each man's thigh, caressing in slow, arching circles that eventually brought her hand upwards to rub against Chakotay and Tom's erections. Now, the foreplay became more eager. Tom's hand left Kathryn's breast to delve again beneath the small patch of lace covering the juncture of her thighs, and Kathryn moaned with pleasure as his expert pilot's fingers found her moist and ready, wasting no time in exploring her most intimate recesses, his fingers dipping in - one, then two at a time, then three at a time - testing her, maddening her. Both men's mouths left her neck, each of them taking one breast between their hungry lips, sucking avidly on the taut peaks. Kathryn threw her head back on the couch's back, eyes closed, moaning and gasping now as the two men greedily explored her body with their mouths and hands. Her head thrashed back and forth and she writhed under the sweet torture, but did not resist it. Rather, she pushed herself to offer the men more, allowing her thighs to fall open, giving Tom greater access now to that part of her. He growled, a low sound seemingly of victory at her total capitulation to the sensations he and Chakotay were arousing within her, and the movements his hand made upon and within her body increased in speed and pressure, causing Kathryn to pant. It was not enough now just to touch, to taste. Kathryn's hands had stopped stoking her lovers' erections from outside their clothing and had worked their way into each man's waistband to fully grasp their pulsing shafts. She liked the feel of their cocks, heavy and hot in her hands. Chakotay had removed his shirt, unfastened his trousers - leaning into her ever-tightening grasp, needing her touch, then needing more. It was Paris who finally made the next move, capturing Kathryn's mouth in a ravaging kiss and then saying. "I need more of you, Kathryn. Give me more, spread your legs further for me. Raise your hips." The Captain returned his fiery kiss, whispering "Yes. Yes, Tom" and following his instructions, throwing one leg over each man's lap, opening herself fully to the adept fingers that pierced her vagina. Now Tom began to fuck her avidly with his fingers, savoring her little cries and moans, knowing he was pushing her closer and closer to the edge, enjoying her wild response to his touch. And then Chakotay was touching her, too, stroking the outside of her sensitive slit with his large fingers, while Tom's long ones moved within her. Kathryn was going wild beneath them, so close to a shattering orgasm - so damned close! She tugged at each man's erection almost desperately, muttering mindless words - begging for more, begging for them to stop, hearing their echoing grunts of arousal, and feeling Chakotay jerking in her hand, so close to coming himself. Then Tom moved, grabbing her leg from where it lay across his lap and throwing it over his shoulder, kneeling before her spread-eagled legs. She gasped as she acknowledged his intentions, crying out "Yes! Oh, yes, please, Tom!" And then his mouth was upon her - doing things she'd only ever imagined, proving the rumors of his skill as a lover to be more than true. So much more! His tongue jabbed within her, fucking her, as he gripped her hips, pulling her up, opening her further for his mouth and tongue and teeth. Meanwhile, Chakotay moved quickly from behind, knowing he was close to coming, not being able to hold it back any longer. He slid beneath Kathryn, tugging down his pants almost frantically and positioning her back against his chest, her hips and ass suspended above him by Paris, who continued to lap and suck at her. Chakotay took the leg that had lain upon him and pulled it backwards, exposing her further to Paris' mouth. The other man looked up at him, gratefully, lowering Kathryn slightly now, so that her ass was just against Chakotay's straining cock. Kathryn was writhing, her hands clutching at the couch cushions. Chakotay wasted no time. He positioned the head of his erection at the entrance to Kathryn's tight little ass, lubricating its surface with the moistness of his pre-cum, grabbing both her breasts in his hands. Tom's mouth became hungrier on Kathryn's pussy, almost merciless in his erotic assault on her and her cries gained volume and breathlessness. Chakotay waited till she was shaking, spiraling closer and closer to her climax, then he grabbed her hips along with Paris, positioning her just so above him...and then impaling her completely, burying himself to the hilt within her anus, covering her mouth with his as she screamed at the intrusion and the intensity of her release. Paris rose, capturing Kathryn's face in his hands, kissing her violently. He thrust his tongue deep in her mouth, letting her taste herself, moaning as she suckled his tongue, feeling the last tremors of climax shuddering through her body. Meanwhile, Chakotay pumped within her, causing her moans to begin once again. He threw his head back, his brow marked with strain and covered with sweat. He squeezed his eyes shut, gritting his teeth. He held her hips in a bruising grip, thrusting upwards and into her again and again, feeling his own release coming, more intense than ever before, causing him to cry out. "Yes! Yes, Kathryn! OH..." And with one last, long primal growl he climaxed, spurting within her, not ceasing to move, his hips bucking as he spent the last of his release within her tight canal.