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Chakotay drifted in and out of consciousness. He was aware of the luxury of a warm feminine body lying next to his on the bed. His brown eyes fluttered open. He expected to see Kathryn slumbering next to him. Instead, B'Elanna was in her place. He was startled for a few seconds as the memories of the last few days returned.

He always had a strong affection for B'Elanna forged in the wake of all that they had been through together. Even though he felt attraction, he had never acted upon it…until now.

The sumptuous dark woman woke slowly as well, lolling onto her naked back with a guttural but happy "mmm". She looked completely pleased and satisfied, like a canary who had swallowed a cat.

"Hi, you." she said simply and licked her full lips as their eyes met. Her face lit up with a giant smile.

He looked back into her velvet eyes but "Hi," was the only response he could muster. This was not so bad. B'Elanna was lovely. He also rolled over onto his back and was stopped by what he thought was a pillow. He turned his head toward the obstruction and heard someone else moan.

Chakotay shot up as he realized that Tom was next to him.

"Can you two keep it down?" Tom begged with mock anger. "Harry and I are trying to sleep!"

Chakotay's blood ran like ice as he realized who else had been with them how they had spent the last few days. He breathed out a heavy sigh. This could not be happening!

Images of their wild times poured into Chakotay's conscious mind. He recalled Tom's smirk as the two battled for dominance and submission, taking turns throughout their encounters. Harry was sweet as he and Tom made love, as an exhibition for all. Seven had been with their group; her wide research into various forms of lovemaking had enhanced the experience. Tuvok and Kathryn were a blur and he was not even sure if they had been involved.

None of the experience was unpleasant, just a source of endless embarrassment in the light of reason. These were his colleagues, friends, and shipmates and he was their superior officer. What did the alien say? It made him more intriguing to them.

There was no way any of them could have stopped themselves. They were being compelled to act without any of the normal social constraints, as if the ship's oxygen was made of hormones.

Every muscle in Chakotay's body was begging for mercy. The lovemaking was nothing if not arduous and athletic. Even his boxing workouts did not prepare him for this.

This was his first lucid period in days and he was not going to waste it.

"Tom, who's on the bridge? Where are we?"

"How should I know, lover?" Tom pulled a pillow over his head. The pilot was entangled in sheets, making him look like a Greek sculpture in repose.

Chakotay stopped himself from an appreciative glance.

"Don't' worry about it." Tom said. "Come back to bed!"

"Useless! Computer! State the location of this ship and her heading."

"This ship is in a stable orbit around Toolander. No other course has been set."

"Computer, what is the status of the ship's systems?"

"All systems are functioning at nominal levels. No immediate attention is required."

That was a relief. At least they were not hurdling to the nearest neutron star or suffering from a deadly hull breech. Thank the Spirits for large favors!

"Relax Chakotay." B'Elanna begged with a pout he had never seen before. "The ship is fine, I checked it myself." She arose to her knees on the bed, all the silken sheets slinked off her to reveal her muscular form. She began kissing Chakotay's neck. He wanted nothing more than to melt onto the bed with her and the others, but his sense of duty was had returned with a vengeance.

"Where's my uniform?" he asked her quietly.

"Mmm…I…mmm… have…no idea, Chakotay." she moaned between kisses. "I haven't seen mine in days."

He extricated himself from the strong arms of a disappointed Engineer who sulked and groaned with frustration. He arose to his feet unsteadily, made his way across the room toward his replicator. As he went, he stepped over several entwined bodies strewn randomly on the floor. Ayala and the Delaney sisters were in the throes of passion and Chakotay did not even want to recognize any one else since Chell was making some odd noises with his partners, Icheb and Sandra Peterson from the couch near the window. He never knew that humans could bend that way!

Chakotay finally realized the room was his own quarters, which gave him an odd assurance. There was a jumble of objects around the replicator. It was overflowing with all manner of sex toys and aids. Chakotay had imagined himself an experienced man, but there were objects there, perhaps from alien worlds, for which he could not imagine a use, sexual or otherwise.

He managed to grab some pants that covered him well enough. He bolted out his quaters and ran toward sickbay.

B'Elanna's voice had deepened and he could hear her call after him, "It's time, Chakotay, I want you! Get back here!"

Tom burst from Chakotay's quarters and followed him.

"Where are you going?" he called.

In moments Chakotay realized he had subconsciously put it off, but it had to be done.

As he trotted toward sickbay he asked, "Computer. Locate Captain Janeway."

"Captain Janeway is in Holodeck 2." it intoned.

He stopped, frozen in his tracks, a tremor coming from deep within.

"Computer" he called reluctantly, knowing instinctively that this would not make him happy. "Who is with the Captain?"

"The Captain is in the company of..."

TBC….