Delta of Voyager

2/08 rev.

Sex Bay

When last we left our heroes, Chakotay and Tom, they had just entered sickbay. The aliens still had hold over our otherwise reserved crew from the Victorian era.

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Finally, they entered sickbay, not prepared for the sights and sounds they encountered there.

"Please state the nature of your sexual emergency," said The Doctor to the pair as they walked into Sickbay.

Chakotay wanted to turn away from the scene but could not bring himself to do it.

And now, our story continues...

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The Doctor had Seven bent over a biobed. Other pairs and groups were enjoying themselves throughout the room. Every bed was draped with at least two crewmembers in every unlikely pairing.

"Doctor, how can you be affected?" Chakotay demanded.

"Doctor Love…" he grunted enthusiastically, "makes house calls, 24/7/365!"

"Oh, brother!" complained Tom as he reached for some medical instruments for Chakotay's hand. "Computer, end EMH hologram."

"No…hah…don't…please," breathed Seven as intense pleasure washed through her.

"Unable to Comply. Holographic systems have overloaded due to extensive demand. Recommend discontinue use of all holographic programs. Please try back later."

"I am familiar with the nuisances and anatomical needs of 357 different species and sub-species of humanoid." the Doctor announced to the room, using Seven's satisfied look and moans as proof of his proficiency and sexual prowess. "Nurse, bring in my next appointment, please!"

"Computer, I am trying to discontinue a hologram!" Tom said annoyed at the computer's paradox, stuck as it was in a logic loop.

Dutifully the computer obeyed Chakotay's earlier command, much to his chagrin.

"Captain Janeway is now on the bridge. She is in the company of Lieutenant Tuvok, Engineer Torres, The A Team…"

"That can't be right." Tom said to Chakotay who was grimacing from the pain that shot up his arm and the worse agony in his heart.

"It isn't," said Chakotay with even more chagrin.

"…Weird Al' Yankovic, The Jolly Green Giant, Orville Redenbacher, Beaver Cleaver, Malcolm Reynolds and Inara, Ernest Borgnine, Larry King, Carl Malden, Kolchak…"

Chakotay leaned against the nearest biobed and Tom began treating his injured hand. Tom thought he saw a trace of wetness welling in the big man eyes as the unrelenting mental images of Janeway sleeping with everyone else in the universe but him issued from the Computer.

Tom's physical proximity to Chakotay over the last days had given him a renewed appreciation for the Maquis turned picture perfect Starfleet XO. When all the social dams burst for those undetermined stretches of time Chakotay was simply a man not a Commander, not a Captain, not a Maquis, not a disciplinarian, not a rule maker or rule breaker-just a man.

And Tom found he actually liked the man quite a bit and certainly felt compassion for him under the circumstances.

"No man is an island."

"What?"

"Nothing. Just a saying my people, uh, say,"

"Funny." Chakotay said dryly and shook his head.

"You know Chakotay," Tom said as his patient showed visible relief from the treatment, "when all this is over, B'Elanna, and I would still be happy to have you in our bed."

"Thanks, Tom, I'm sure you're not in your right mind and I don't think any of us are going to feel the same way when we find a cure or whatever it is that we need."

"You never know," Tom said simply hugging Chakotay. "Think about it before you say no."

"Your bedroom is too crowded for my taste."

"Mm…and you do tas…

"Stop!" Chakotay halted the blond pilot with his repaired hand.

It was too late for them to stop, as it seemed a new flush of the C'ar'nolee's spell overcame everyone in Sickbay. Tom's hug of comfort became a lover's and his kisses eager. Chakotay stopped resisting the pilot's advances as the adrenaline from the injury relented. The Doctor and Seven slowly made their way toward the pair. Seven slinked her signature wiggle, wearing only her regulation birthday suit. Other crewmembers moved to join them.

"Wait, wait! Tom!"

"What, lover?" Tom asked as he kissed Chakotay's chest.

The two men knew they were being pulled back into an irresistable ocean of passion.

"Do you think, uh, well since we've got to do this, could you maybe, do that…?" Chakotay asked shyly.

"Uh huh," Tom agreed breathily knowing the act he meant.

"And…maybe…Chak…ah…Chakotay…could you do that other thing for me?" Tom requested.

"Yes," Chakotay vowed as he felt himself overcome by lust once again.

Chakotay felt the Doctor's strong, skilled hands massage his back and he found himself kissing Seven even though there was probably "no point" in it, in the eyes of the Voyager writing staff. Don't worry. Like the show, there was absolutely no set up for their feelings in this story either, so that should keep Berman happy. Anyway…

Chakotay and Seven each breathed into their endless kiss. Her breath on his cheek sent shivers through his body. His breath caused wisps of her blond tresses to lift and tickle her ears. Chakotay, mesmerized by the attentions he was receiving and giving, had given himself over to whatever happened. His will was gone again and so was he.

When he felt a tufted, dirty-blonde, bespeckled head kiss his chest and leave a trail of kisses from his chest to his belly and then down, he did not care that it was the cook and sometime ambassador that was the giver of that special treatment. Where would he wake up next, he did not care.

tbc...