Last time:

They turned to see the female Q standing above them clapping her
hands together and smiling wickedly.

She clicked her fingers and Tom vanished from within Chakotay's arms.

"I've decided to keep him for myself."

She disappeared as Chakotay rushed towards her, screaming in anguish.
 
"Tom!!!!!!!"


And now:


Room-Mates Part Twenty-three

by Kim Riley

He fell to his knees as the pain and anguish of losing his love; his chosen has once again been taken from him. The anger and frustration of wanting to fight, but not having a direct opponent to attack overwhelmed him. "Tom!!!!!!!!!" he screamed out loud, with a desperate prayer behind his shouting.

"Oh, please," she said.

Chakotay whirled and saw that the female Q had returned.
Without a seconds hesitation he leaped toward her, only she was ready
for him and with a snap of her fingers he was frozen in mid-stride.

"Don't fret," she  said as he sundered over to the big naked man, now unable to move. "I really don't have any interest in your Tom. I just wanted to know how desperately you'd want him back. I can see very easily. In fact pathetically easy, just how much. So, I have a proposition. I'll let you go and we'll talk, but if you attack me. I'll vanish and you'll never see your mate again," she smirked and then snapped her fingers and Chakotay was able to move once more.

The thought of losing his love forever was enough to keep him still and look at the female Q with contempt. "What do you want?" he growled.

"Let me clarify, not your Tommy, that's for sure," she hissed back. "My proposal is simple. I'll help you with your mate and you as a representative of this motley crew help me with mine? Sound fair enough?"

If Chakotay had really been in his right mind, he would of thought about catches, or that he didn't have the right to bond others to an agreement with his word, but the simple fact was, he wasn't thinking straight. "I'm not sure what we can do to help you, but you give me back my Tom and I'll do what ever it is you want."

"Agreed," she smiled and snapped her fingers. She vanished and Tom reappeared.

Tom had been in Chakotay's arms then he was nowhere, and now
he was back. "Chakotay?" he asked unsure what was going one.

"Tom!" Chakotay replied as he gathered up his love in his arms holding him tightly and protectively. "I love you Thomas Eugene Paris, and you're mine!"

"And you're mine!" Tom replied kissing his love deeply. "Forgive me, Chak," Tom said as he was kissing up the strong man's face to his ear. "But can we skip the foreplay. If you don't fuck me now I swear I'll die!"

No one had to tell Chakotay twice, for he felt the same way.
He reached down with his hands and felt that Tom was still prepared
and ready for him, as he was all ready for his love, even if he didn't remember all of how it happened. He watched as Tom dropped to
his hands and knees on the warm sand, his beautiful round butt facing
him, wiggling in anticipation. Chakotay knelt down behind him and ran
his hand down between the creamy clefys and the sound of ecstasy from
Tom made him even harder than he thought possible.


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B'Elanna made her way back to the quarters she was sharing with the Captain, hoping she would be asleep, for she herself was exhausted. // I snore. I should record her and play it back and let her hear just how bad she really is,// she thought as he walked back into the cabin. The sound of hearing Janeway giggling, snorting in hysteria was not what she expected. She knew Wildman was not there anymore, for she saw her in the mess hall talking with Neelix. She had to go see what was going on.

She walked into the bedroom and saw Kathryn Janeway rolling on the bed in a fit of laughter, she was laughing so hard her eyes were streaming with tears. "What did I miss?" she asked, her voice mixed with annoyance and curiosity

Janeway patted the bed indicating her to sit and tried to compose her self. "Q.," she started to say but another wave of laughter over took her.

Torres sat on the bed looking at the Captain of the USS Voyager floored with laughter. //This is a new,// she thought with a slight warm sense of amusement. "What about Q?" //Did he place a laughing spell on her?//

"He. he. he  wanted. to have. sex," she said almost rolling off the bed with laughing.

It was contagious, for now B'Elanna was laughing as well. "Q? Sex?  With you?" she laughed, then realized as she saw Janeway sober up she hit a sore point. "I meant Q. wanting sex at all." she tried cover up her last comment, but by the look in the other woman's eyes, she failed.

All sense of humor was now gone. "All right, out with it! Just what the HELL is wrong with me that makes everyone on this ship think that sex and I are from two different universes?" she demanded, her hands crossing in front of her chest that was now heaving in frustration.

Torres's eyes took in for the first time just how vulnerable Janeway was, that all this time she was just another person doing the job of ten and being worshiped for it. The problem about being worshiped is Gods or Goddesses then become mythical. unreal, and at this moment she saw just how real Kathryn Janeway really was. "I'm sorry," she said softly. "There's nothing wrong with you. It's, well, you're the Captain," she said not knowing what else to say.

"I haven't stopped being human, damn it!" Kathryn replied sitting back against the headboard, almost huffing like a pouting child. "You think it's easy being the only person on this vessel that isn't getting any lovin'! Hell! And to make matters worse, all the decent guys are bonded to each other, for crying out loud!"  She huffed again, blinking back tears in frustration.

"You're not the only one," B'Elanna said before realizing she made her confession, then looked a bit embarrassed by it.

"What?" Janeway said in a soft voice of disbelief. "With the way all the guys and for give me, some women, look at you?"

Torres felt the heat of blushing embarrassment fill her cheeks. "Really?" she asked, not realizing how insecure she sounded.

Janeway smiled as seeing that the half-Klingon didn't realize just how beautiful she was. "Don't tell me you didn't notice," she asked.  "I've never seen you walk down a hall without someone doing a double take as you passed. well except when you on the warpath," she teased.

"Well, I admit," B'Elanna replied with a bit of shyness, "that my temper does get out of hand at times. But, that doesn't mean I'm volatile, does it?"

"I wouldn't say so, but then again," Kathryn laughed, "I'm a Starfleet Captain. I eat psychopathic tantrums for breakfast," she laughed, and felt warmed to see B'Elanna laughing too.  "Why don't you get us a couple of drinks and I'll tell you the real reason I was almost dead from laughter," she smiled. She watched B'Elanna move off to get the drinks. //How can anyone not see what a wonderful person she is. Even if she does need a handle with care sign tattooed on her.//

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The moment had arrived. Tom was before him, waiting, wanting
him inside his precious body. He aligned his cock in front of his
target area and with one quick thrust achieved what felt like days,
and it really was days, to achieve. He was inside his Tommy. "Yes!"
he cried feeling the overwhelming sensation of joining to his chosen
mate for the first time.

Tom  felt Chakotay enter him, he had been in such desperation for
this moment he didn't take any notice if there was any pain to being
suddenly filled with a man, his man. All he felt was the completion
of being taken by his mate. "Yes!" he too cried, this was wonderful.
Then it got better as he felt Chakotay start into him, first slowly,
then got faster, harder in response to the cries of joy Tom realized
he was emanating. //I love you, Chakotay! I always have but have been
to afraid to allow myself to even think about it.// he thought deep
within his being.

//Tommy, my love, my mate! I have desired and loved you for so long as well, but feared my feelings as well.// he thought in response, as his mouth bit deep into the flustered cream neck to lay further claim to his mate. One hand held Tom around his waist holding on so he could pound like hell into him as the other moved to find the erect cock of his love and pump it in rhythm to his thrusts.

Their minds and bodies became lost in the matting frenzy that had been long in its hold over them as they thrusted, grinned, and growled with each other till the momentum of long over due desire, lust, and love could no longer be contained by either of them. Chakotay roared like a bear his satisfaction as he spilled his seed into his mate, and Tom howled overflowed into his chosen's hand. Then two tired and sated bodies collapsed, but not into sand. but a bed.


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//So. You like to play with mortals. huh, Q?// she thought wickedly. //Well, let's see what it really is that you like about them,// she grinned wickedly and snapped her fingers. She floated on the unsuspecting Voyager, and lay back on the hull laughing as she felt things moving into place for her little game to begin.

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He felt good. Making love with his mate last night had given him a whole new purpose in life. He knew he was meant to be with Tuvok, he felt it deep inside. He opened his eyes and rolled over to cuddle with his new mate and when he saw the body next to him he leaped up in bed. "What!" he shouted, then grabbed his throat, for that wasn't his voice. it was his Tuvie's.  But yet he was looking at his own body asleep next to him. "Wake up!" he shouted. "I think something has gone wrong with the bond!" he cried out with some
hysteria.

Seeing his own body stir was nerving to say the least. Seeing his own dark eyes blink back at him then sit up with confusion was even more disturbing. To hear his own voice was weird. But what it said was even stranger than he first could have imagined.

"Commander Tuvok. Just what are you doing in my bed? Shouldn't you be in your quarters with your new mate?"

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Finally able to make love to Chakotay had been all he imagined it was.or damn near close if not for all the damn interruptions. He had never felt so sated in his life as he did at this moment. He stretched and wondered how they got back to their quarters, for he last remembered being on a holo deck on a warm beach. //Oh, that felt so good,// he mused to himself as he rolled
over and opened his eyes so he could see his man sleep. To his surprise it was not Chakotay next to him. "B'Elanna!" he shouted startled and feeling very confused.

He watched as the half-Klingon stirred and opened her eyes and looked at him, her eyes narrowing, and puzzlement in her face. "Captain? How may I ask did you come to be here in my quarters, and may I ask where is my T'hula?

Just then the bedroom door opened and Tom's eyes went wide.
He saw Harry, Tuvok, Chakotay, and himself rush inside. "What's going
on here?" he demanded then realized that it wasn't his voice he heard
but Janeway's.

The six of them stared at each other for a moment. "Captain?"
Tom's body asked.

"Here," Harry's body replied.

"Tuvok?" Tuvok's body asked.

"I am here," B'Elanna's body responded. "Harry?"

"I seem to be in your body, love," Tuvok's body replied.

"Chakotay?" Janeway's body asked.

"I seem to be in your body, Tommy" Tom's body replied.

Tom in Janeway's body is filled with a flow of concern, warmth, and love as he looks into his own eyes, but still feeling Chakotay.

"Great!  The Vulcan's in my body and I'm in the First
Officers, " Growled Chakotay's body.  "What the hell is going on?"

"I'll tell you," s female voice quipped from behind the group.

They all turned to see the Female Q. "As per our agreement,
Commander. You have had you mate, now you'll help me with mine. Your
parts are simple. Carry on as if normal," she chuckled. "Ah, but no
one is to know you switched places. That means Captain Janeway is to
be as she is. sitting in charge of the ship, not a small Asian man.
Get it?.good! Oh, if you do tell anyone outside the six of you.this
will become permanent. As far as the crew or Q are concern, nothings
changed," she busted out laughing. "Oh, don't worry, its not forever.
unless you spill the proverbial beans as it were." With that she
snapped her fingers and was gone.

"I'm suppose to go out there and pretend to be Captain
Janeway?" Janeway's voice sounded, as the small body bounced off the
bed in a huff. "I'm a pilot!"

"Well, your sick, you get to just lay this one out!"
Chakotay's voice growled. "I'm suppose to be XO and temporary
Captain, when I much rather be in engineering, not letting Mr. Logic
in my body fumble around them!"

"I feel fine!" snapped T/j "In fact I feel perfectly healthy," she stated realizing that the tiny body he was in was no longer sick. He looked around and realized just how short he was, //Damn, how did Harry put up with this?//

"Enough!" Harry's voice snapped. "We don't have a lot of choices here. We'll just have to work extra close with each other till we can find some way to either put us back where we belong or the Q get tired of their game and do it for us. I for one do not wish to take any chances of being stuck this way. No offense, Ensign," J/H replied.

"None taken, err.Captain?" H/tu replied unsure how to respond.

"This is going to be confusing," Tom's voice replied. "If we screw up like that in front of the crew."

"We just have to make sure we don't," J/h replied standing akimbo.

"I have a suggestion," Tom's voice replied. "We use first names for the spiritual us and last names or Titles for our physical roles," Ch/t stated.

" A most logical ideal, Paris," Tu/b'el responded.

Just then. Bridge to Captain Janeway.

All eyes went to the small woman who looked back then realized. "Oh, Um.Janeway here?" T/j

"Forgive me for disturbing you, but most of Alpha shift haven't reported for duty and they are fifteen minutes over due and no one has com and there is no response to hails."

T/j looked to see that everyone was wearing robes and pajamas, even he/she was in a night gown, and no com badges, and they were all here so of course there was no response to hails. "Um.Sorry, I called an emergency senior staff meeting in my quarters. You have the con till further notice, Par.Janeway out." He/she felt the blood rushing from her face.

"Good thinking, Tom" J/h responded.  "We need to work this
out and now. Chakotay, just what did she mean by agreement?"

**************** (To be continued in Room-Mates 24)