Title: Salvation
Author: Ky (venom69)
Fandom: Star Trek: Voyager
Rating: ADULT
Summary: Never upset the angry warrior…
Character/Pairing: Janeway/Chakotay
Spoilers: None… the show’s ended!
Warnings: Sex, language.
Prompt Number for fic101: 42 - Lighter
Author’s Notes: Song belongs to Human League. For cara_mia… actually, it was written via MSN for her.
Disclaimer: Usual guff. Not mine, promise to put them back where I found them.
Date: 31/03/07

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Don’t you want me, baby?
Don’t you want me, oh?
Don’t you want me, baby?

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He pushed her back against the bulkhead and she wanted to fight and she wanted to push him away and she wanted to scream, but all she could do was push her hips back against his and whimper as he covered her mouth with his own and stole the breath from her lungs.

The pressure against her hip bones blatantly told her that she would wear the mark of his fingers come morning. The pulsing of the blood through her body blatantly told her that it wasn't something she was against.

Though he hadn't spoken as he'd entered her Quarters - using his override code, at that - Kathryn had felt the anger that radiated from his body.

She'd felt the heat, the danger, the potential.

He had looked at her, a low growl coming from the back of his throat, and then he'd pushed her back and claimed her lips as his hands held her still.

With sharp, consistent movements, Chakotay ground their lower bodies together and Kathryn gasped into his mouth every time he nudged her clit, even through both of their uniforms.

One hand abandoned her hip and groped at her breast roughly. There was no finesse in his touch. It wasn't seduction, wasn't pleasure, wasn't desire. It was anger that gripped her and anger that worked at hardening her nipple.

Her answering whimper - breathed into his mouth - only seemed to intensify whatever he was feeling and she could feel the response in his fingertips as they moved from her breast to the zip of her jacket, pulling it down roughly.

Not even bothering to remove it, Chakotay simply lifted the barriers between his wandering hand and her skin, and moved his hand to her bare flesh.

She whimpered again as his hands pulled at her. For as much as she wanted to fight back, she thought it nothing short of a miracle that she managed to keep standing.

As he sucked at her tongue, tasting her, his hand abandoned her breast and migrated south, pushing past the waist of her pants and underwear.

Down, down, down, up.

She was going to die, she decided, his fingers dancing over the wet flesh between her thighs.

He growled his approval into her mouth, apparently pleased by her reactions and Kathryn pushed against him, trying to grind her sex down onto his hand. She wanted the orgasm that dangled tantalizing close, just out of reach.

Two fingers thrust into her, the heel of his hand rested against her clit, and Kathryn thought that she really did want to die like this.

Pulling back from the kiss, he nipped at her bottom lip once before he watched her, eyes heavy with desire.

His eyes were hot and full of promise, but he wasn't actually moving. His hand was against - and in, oh god - her and the only relief that she could gain was through her own movements.

"Go on," He urged, his voice little more than a low growl, breath blowing against her cheek. "Get yourself off."

Kathryn whimpered again.

She felt open and exposed and vulnerable and completely at his mercy and, at the same time, completely desired.

Though part of her mind wanted to wait, wanted him to finish her off, her body wouldn't let that happen and her hips moved of their own accord, rocking back and forth, stretching and pulling and sending her closer and closer to oblivion, one delightful shiver at a time.

Chakotay continued to watch her as she spiralled higher and higher. He watched and he waited and he felt and, right as the beginnings of a toe-curling orgasm hit her, he pulled away and growled again.

Kathryn let out a sound that sounded pathetically close to a sob. "No,"

"That's what happens when you're a tease." He hissed at her.

He lifted his hand, holding it between them as he examined the sticky fluids that clung to his dark skin, pupils darkening.

Kathryn's eyes flicked down and she flushed when she saw what he was looking at.

She opened her mouth to say something - an apology, perhaps? - and he took advantage of her open mouth, fingers dancing across her lips, spreading her own moisture.

Her scent hit her a split second later and her flush deepened; her eyes wide with something - desire? lust? shame? - that she couldn't really name.

Chakotay leant forward again, his moth moving to hers. He didn't kiss her, so much as lick at her mouth, licking the desire from her skin, tasting the wetness on her lips.

It took her almost a full minute to realize that she was rubbing herself against him, trying to grasp the titillating promise of release that had been oh so close to her just seconds ago.

Chakotay let her move against him, let her work herself right up to the brink again, let her whimper her desire as she rubbed against him, let her pant into his mouth as he teased and tasted her and, when she was right on the brink of the kaleidoscope of orgasm, his hands went back to her hips and he pushed her against the bulkhead and away from her body.

She whimpered her protests again and he laughed.

"Hush," He scolded. "You'll get yours."

She didn't want to beg, but she certainly wasn't above it at this point. "Please."

"You want something?" Chakotay raised an eyebrow, watching as she struggled to continue the movement of her hips, despite the fact that he kept their lower bodies separate.

Kathryn had hoped that the sight of her fucking thin air would entice him back to her. No such luck. "You know what I want."

He pulled at the zip of her pants and pushed them down her legs. "And you should know better than to do what you did."

Kathryn barely heard his reply as she followed his urging and pulled one of her legs free of the material pooled at her feet. "I didn't mean to."

"And yet you still did it." He returned evenly.

Under the force of his hand, her underwear was pulled from her with a sharp tug. The edges dug into her a skin as they resisted until they gave way to the force of his anger, the snap of the material echoing through the otherwise silent room.

Ignoring her gasp of surprise, Chakotay lowered the fly on his pants and pulled his erection through the gap.

Grasping her hips again, he lifted her against the wall, supporting her until she wound her legs around his waist, her uniform pants still caught on her foot.

He used the weight of his body to hold her against her wall, keeping her pinned in place, one hand holding her ass tightly as he thrust into her in one long, even, stroke.

"I'm sorry!" Her voice hitched in the back of her throat and the last syllables came out on the back of a whimper.

Chakotay pulled out of her until just the head remained inside. "Sorry doesn't cut it, honey."

Kathryn tried to push herself onto him, tried to silently convince him to fill her again, but he remained still. "Please."

"No."

Kathryn didn't understand how he could just remain still.

She could feel the throbbing head of his cock and she knew very well that he was as aroused as she was - if not more - and, still, he didn't move.

"You should know better." He told her, his voice surprisingly level.

"I do!"

"Clearly not, sweetheart, or we wouldn't be here right now, would we?"

How the hell could he use logic like that when they were like this?

She opened her mouth to reply but all that came out was a heavy breath as he thrust forcefully back into her. He pulled out again and waited until she tried to impale herself before moving forward.

He didn't stop this time and he thrust into her heavily, consistently, wonderfully. "This what you wanted?"

"Yes, oh god, yes."

The coarse material of his uniform chafed at her thighs. The jagged edges of the zipper nipped at her tender flesh and her wetness stained his pants when he was buried in her to the hilt. His balls slapped against her ass and every thrust pushed her harder and harder against the bulkhead.

Kathryn’s hands gripped at his shoulders, her short nails digging into his skin as she panted, trying to suck air in gratefully as each thrust forced the breath from her lungs. She couldn't get enough oxygen with his pace and she gasped and whimpered, her mouth moving in silent pleas that he ignored.

Chakotay's mouth was next to her ear as he moved his hips against her, stretching her insides to fit him, the head of his cock brushing against her womb as she fluttered around him. "Come, honey."

Her vision began to darken and her head began to spin as her orgasm hit her, forcing a breathless cry from her lips, the lack of air only intensifying the stabbing pleasure that pushed through her.

She continued to cry out when he didn't stop, or even slow, continuing to push into her over and over again, forcing her body to remain locked around his in the height of orgasm. Though she still couldn't get enough air, she stopped noticing the burning pain in her chest as he used her body for his own pleasure.

Chakotay's rhythm faltered, his strokes losing their consistency, but he didn't come. "Again."

"No," She protested weakly, her internal muscles still fluttering around his cock. "I can't."

"You're going to, honey."

He said it with such certainty, such conviction, that Kathryn knew he would force her into orgasm again before he let himself go.

She shivered; half from the thought of the angry warrior taking her and half from the beats of pleasure that sung their way through her body.

The starlight from the view port reflected off his skin, making his normally dark golden colouring appear lighter. The whiteness in his bared teeth was almost startling and the scowl - of an equal mix of pleasure and anger - sent shivers of delight through her.

While one hand still held her ass, keeping her in the ideal position for him, his other hand moved to her clit, his nail flicking against the bundle of nerves, making her buck and shudder under his hand.

It was half pleasure, half pain. "No, please, no."

Chakotay met and held her gaze, his eyes hard. "Yes."

Though her body screamed in protest, she forced herself to push back against him and cried out when he timed his thrust to meet the swipe of her clit.

She hadn't expected that it would happen again so quickly - it never had before - but she found her breasts swelling, her limited breath quickening, a tight ball of tension sitting low in her belly.

"Good girl." He nodded approvingly as she shuddered and whimpered.

She tried to beg - for forgiveness or salvation or relief, she didn't know - but the lack of oxygen was still making her mind spin and her second orgasm hit her full-force, pulling an inhuman sound from her lips, the loud noise resounding throughout her Quarters.

The pitch of her almost-scream was matched only by his groan as he pushed into her once more, grinding their bodies together as he came in long bursts, emptying himself inside her.

Kathryn thought that she was either going to cry or die - or both - but she wasn't sure if that was from disappointment or relief.

As he held himself still within her, their combined fluid began to leak from her, adding to the stain already on his uniform as she sucked in air gratefully.

His sticky forehead rested against hers as they both struggled to catch their breaths. “Hurt you?”

“No.” Kathryn was only just able to form the word around the haze of desire and lack of oxygen that still clung to her. “I really am sorry.”

Kathryn was pretty impressed that he had managed to hold his anger in check for as long as he had.

The party had been held in the morning and she had left early, changed back into her uniform, and finished the rest of her shift. He hadn’t appeared angry or upset at all until he’d stalked into her Quarters and done, well, that.

Chakotay blew out a shuddering breath that blew across her face. “Just… don’t wear skirts like that to crew functions again.”

She snorted quietly to herself even as she nodded against him.

After his reaction she was going to find an even shorter skirt for the next holodeck party.

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