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Author: Nautika
Series: VOY
Pairing: J/Chell
Rating: R/NC-17
Parts: 1/1
Date: October 2002
Feedback: All comments are welcome and appreciated!
Archive:JaFF and my site.
Disclaimer: The usual.
Notes: Part of the Janeway Fuh-Q Fest Round 1 - October 2002. Thanks to Mindy for betaing. All remaining errors/inconsistencies are my own. This story takes place before VOYAGER is lost in the Delta quadrant.
WARNINGS: Thar be alien sex within, matey.
Summary: Tuvok is newly ensconced in the Maquis cell and is meeting with Janeway on DS9. When Chell discovers she's not who she appears, what will she have to do to keep him quiet?
by Nautika
A petite, pale Vulcan woman sat down next to Tuvok and ordered a drink from Quark. "Greetings, friend," she said, her voice raspy, as she cast a glance in his direction.
"T'Beth," was his only response. When Quark brought her Vulcan tea, Tuvok politely said, "Please, add that to my tab." He turned to face her. "I did not expect to see you here." He eyed her costume approvingly. Whoever had done Kathryn Janeway up as a Vulcan had done an excellent job.
"I was in the area and heard your vessel was making a stop for supplies," she said, hoping her voice was level, emotionless. She sipped her tea, inwardly grimacing at the metallic taste. "I was successful with the project I had been working on when last we spoke."
Tuvok replied, "It pleases me to hear that." That was good, one small step in the right direction for their fight against the Maquis. For his part, Tuvok had managed to infiltrate a small resistance cell headed by a Maquis rebel named Chakotay.
***
Across the room at the Dabo tables, a portly Bolian named Chell had noticed a woman come up to Tuvok, the newly recruited tactical officer for THE LIBERTY. He watched as the pair talked and started to get a bad feeling. He didn't completely trust the Vulcan; he didn't buy that 'Vulcan's can't lie' crap. 'All Vulcan's do is lie', he thought to himself. 'They lie to themselves and to everyone else about their *lack* of emotions'. Despite Chell's suspicions, Chakotay believed in *this* Vulcan, and Chell believed in Chakotay, so he had decided to give Tuvok the benefit of the doubt.
Despite having already had one too many, he ordered another drink and played one more round of Dabo. Watching the pair, his suspicions got the better of him and Chell decided to go over and join them. Something just wasn't sitting right.
***
Kathryn watched as an inebriated, plump Bolian stumbled over to the bar and insinuated himself between her and Tuvok. "Tuvok, who's this lovely lady?" he slurred, facing Kathryn. She almost swooned from the overpowering smell of synthehol.
"This 'lovely lady' is an acquaintance of mine. Her name is T'Beth."
"T'Beth...nice to meet you, my name is Chell...I'm a 'friend' of Tuvok's." He turned to eye up Tuvok. "I didn't think anyone was suppos'd to know we were here, *Tuvok*," he stressed the Vulcan's name with disdain.
"T'Beth's presence is merely a coincidence. We did not expect to run into each other."
Chell continued to eye Tuvok suspiciously. "Whatever." He sat himself down and ordered another drink, flirting with T'Beth, she was, after all, rather attractive. He gave her a dashing smile and placed his hand on her thigh. It took all of Janeway's imitated Vulcan control not to shudder.
In his synthetically inebriated state, Chell knocked a glass off the counter. In his haste to try to stop it from breaking, he managed to knock Janeway off her stool; both of them crashed to the floor. Chell awkwardly helped Kathryn up, then looked down at the dampness he felt on his hand. Expecting it to be synthehol, he was surprised to see what looked like blood. Red blood.
"I knew it!" he whispered, turning to glare at Tuvok. "I knew you couldn't be trusted, she's no Vulcan!" He held up his hand as proof.
Not willing to give up the ruse, Tuvok directed his attention to Kathryn, "T'Beth, are you all right?"
"I'm fine. It's just a scratch."
"Don't ignore me, Tuvok!" Chell was very upset and was nearly screaming. Quark was bustling about cleaning up the mess and complaining about rowdy customers breaking glasses. Tuvok laid sufficient currency on the counter to pay for the drinks and the glass and calmly lead Kathryn and Chell to a more secluded area.
"Mr. Chell," he began. "I can assure you whatever you are suspecting is quite incorrect." The tall Vulcan stood firmly, not willing to give up Kathryn's true identity.
"INCORRECT? You're talking to someone posing as a Vulcan. I don't know who she is, but you can bet I'm going to straight to Chakotay with this!" The Bolian was furious.
"That would be unwise."
"Please, Mr. Chell," interrupted Kathryn, "This is not what you think. Yes, I'm not a Vulcan, but I have my reasons for the disguise. There must be something we can do to entice you to keep this a secret."
Chell looked her up and down, then gave her a leering smile.
***
After stopping at a Risan sex shop, Kathryn led Chell to her temporary quarters aboard the space station. Letting them both in, she dimmed the lights to 10%, the less she saw of him, the better. After locking the door, she turned to see the Bolian had already disrobed. She hoped he would be that quick throughout this unpleasant business.
Janeway's altered eyebrow rose as she took in the naked man in front of her. The unique ridge ran in one continuous line the entire length of his body. That didn't surprise her so much as the fact that he had no visible genitalia. She raised her other eyebrow questioningly.
Chell waved his hand in the air, "Oh, right. Well, Bolian males only have a penis during mating season." He rifled in the bag from the Risan sex shop, "That's why I bought this," he pulled out a CousinDream Brand self-seating dildo and tossed it at her. "Put it on. I want _you_ to fuck _me_."
'Kathryn, you're playing a part that's all this is. You can't allow this incident to blow the whole mission,' she mentally reminded herself. "Very well," she said aloud.
Kathryn bent to retrieve the device and started to remove her costume. She decided to follow his lead and immediately got naked. She opened the package and quickly read through the instructions. After another quick inspection of the device, she flipped a switch and put it on. The dildo came to life and situated itself on her body.
The vibrations were not altogether unpleasant; she could at least take some pleasure in that. Looking up, she noticed Chell had lain across the bed, face down, and was waiting for her. 'Not much for foreplay, are you?' she thought sardonically. She touched another button on the device and watched as it self-lubricated. 'Maybe...with a good sterilization...' she mentally shook herself from that line of thought. She'd just get a catalog if the product lived up to its claims.
"Well?" came the impatient statement from Chell. "I'm waiting here." Kathryn rolled her eyes and walked towards the bed. Seeing no visible anus, she proceeded to rub the dildo along the ridge situated approximately where one would be.
Chell began moaning and writhing on the bed, so Kathryn assumed she was doing something right. She placed one hand on his hip to steady herself and let her other hand roam freely across her body, caressing her breasts, floating over her stomach. She leaned back, enjoying the toy's vibrations, and thrust forward with increasing strength and speed.
The alien's moans grew in intensity until his whole body shuddered. The point on the ridge Kathryn had been stimulating suddenly became an orifice, engulfing the vibrator, and almost knocking Kathryn off her feet. Once she regained her footing, she looked down in amazement. Not sure what to do, she just continued thrusting away. Chell gave one last long moan, his body convulsed one more time, and then he pushed Kathryn away, rolling onto his side.
"That's enough," he groaned, holding his arms across his chest. He lay there panting for several long moments while Kathryn stood back. She had been close to her own climax and concentrated on the machine's vibrations, hoping to find some kind of release. Finally, a small current ran through her body. Afterwards she thought 'That was definitely the worst sex I have ever had!'
Several moments more and Chell stood from the bed. "Thanks, babe, keep the toy. Your secret's safe with me." He got dressed and left. Kathryn ran for the shower.
It wasn't long after, when THE LIBERTY was lost in the Badlands.
The End