Captive Audience
Written by Ghostwriter
Rated: ADULT
Characters: Janeway/Chakotay, Paris/Torres
July 1998

Disclaimer: Paramount owns everything Voyager; I'm just borrowing. No copyright infringement is intended.

WARNING: This story contains descriptions of sexual activity as it might be heard without actually seeing it visually (!). If you are under the legal age of majority in your area or are offended by such, please read no further.

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"One more stop should do it. B'Elanna Torres continued to make her way through the Jeffries tube, crawling on all fours.

"Hallelujah!" exclaimed Tom Paris, crawling right beside her. "This is murder on the knees."

"You offered to help," she reminded him playfully, stopping to take out her tricorder. Aiming it directly in front of her, she studied the readouts. "The last set of secondary controls can be accessed from tube 24, just around the corner. A few modifications and our reaction output should be back to normal."

"How about we celebrate with dinner afterward? My treat?"

"I thought you were out of rations?" she asked warily.

"Last night was the pool tournament at Sandrine's, remember?"

"Ah," Torres grinned, putting the tricorder away and starting forward again. I take it the captain didn't participate?"

"You're pretty funny for a Klingon, you know that?" he called after her, a smirk forming on his face.

"Oh, I try..." she answered, her mind already back on the task at hand. They both continued until they reached a cross juncture. Torres then pointed down the access way to their left. "This way," she mumbled, still lost in thought.

Proceeding forward, they crossed through an open hatchway. As they finished going through, both stopped and looked back as a familiar 'click' and 'hiss' told them the hatch had been bumped closed by one of them. Paris shrugged his shoulders at her as they moved forward again. Soft voices echoing through the partially open hatchway not six feet in front of them caused them both to stop dead in their tracks.

"What....talking about?...."

Paris and Torres exchanged questioning glances.

"You...exactly....I'm talking about...."

The last voice they'd heard had definitely been Chakotay's, and he'd sounded quite amused over something. Both the lieutenants nudged closer to the hatch so they could hear what was going on. They heard movement then, the sound of two people shuffling around inside the access way on the other side. "You're evading the question, Kathryn," Chakotay's voice was much clearer than before. Torres looked at the pilot again, a smile starting on her face. The captain and Chakotay? What were they doing in the Jeffries tube?

"You never did tell me what your name means, Chakotay." Their captain's voice sounded unusual, soft and warm...very unlike her command tone. "If I had to guess," she continued, "I'd say it means 'Man who howls like a wolf in the heat of passion'..."

Both Paris' and Torres' eyes widened in alarm and disbelief as they looked at each other. This was definitely a conversation they were not meant to hear. Chakotay's soft chuckle rippled through to where the junior officers sat frozen in place. More sounds followed, movement and quiet murmurs, followed by a sharp squeal of laughter and more frantic movements including several suspicious thumps into the sides of the walls.

"Stop!" Janeway's voice was filled with laughter and suppressed giggles. "You......oh, you are... no.....you.....piss me off!" Her words were partially muffled, but it was obvious that she was thoroughly enjoying what was happening on the other side of that hatch.

"You want me to stop?" Chakotay asked her playfully.

Her voice floated through as a loud whisper. "Yes!" More quiet laughter and shuffling. "Chakotay, stop this!"

"That's not what you were asking me last night..." His soft words were thick with passion.

The engineer grabbed Paris' shoulder tightly and nodded her head toward the hatch behind them. He had a smirk so big across his face it could have stretched the length of Voyager's saucer section, but he nodded his agreement. It was time to let their commanding officers have some privacy. As quietly as they could, they both turned and headed the few meters back to the hatch they'd come though. Torres touched the release mechanism and pushed gently against the hatch. It didn't budge.

Behind them, a new wave of shrieks and laughter filtered through, all of them belonging to the captain. A rather animated struggle was developing, more muffled thumps and bangs clearly heard. Someone's limb came into contact with the partially open hatch door, causing it to open a few more inches. While this didn't afford the two lieutenants a better view, it did clarify much of what they were hearing.

"Chakotay!" Janeway squealed between fits of uncontrollable laughter, her voice now much louder.

Torres punched the release mechanism on the hatch again and pushed harder. No luck. The hatch had somehow become jammed. There was a manual emergency release in the middle of it, but that would certainly make a lot of unwanted noise. They were stuck right where they were. The shuffling noises on the other side suddenly ceased as a loud, shuddering groan filled the air.

"Now do you want me to stop?" They heard Chakotay ask seductively.

"Oh, Chakotay...." Janeway moaned softly.

Torres covered her face with one hand out of desperation as a fierce blush spread across her features. Paris just stared at the metal grilled floor, not fighting the smile that formed. Even he was flushed, the combination of embarrassment and excitement darkening his fair complexion. It was far too late for them to politely announce their presence; they were forced to sit tight...and listen.

The movement began again, a steady shuffling sound, like someone shifting positions, and then a zipper opening, the sound of fabric rustling. Chakotay's voice, hot and heavy, caressed their ears in a passionate whisper. "Guide me, Kathryn. Guide my fingers. Show me how you pleasure yourself when I'm not there." Dead silence followed for about five seconds. Then, another moan, louder than before, and far more urgent. Someone's foot hit the side of the wall hard. Another moan, long and shaky, echoed through the crawl space.

"Oh...." Janeway's exclamation was thick with emotion. "Chakotay.....oh, right there..." she whispered.

"Like this?" he asked heavily. She answered him with another moan. Someone shifted slightly again, the air punctuated with heavy breathing.

Torres risked looking at Paris. They were both blushing so badly that beads of sweat were gathering on their foreheads. He was biting his lip, trying to hold back a response to what was occurring just a few feet away. She turned her face away from him, looking toward the floor and closing her eyes to the sounds of pleasure that emanated from the open hatch.

"Chakotay!" Janeway whispered breathlessly. "...Oh, God...please don't stop..." She continued with several unintelligible murmurs and then broke down into heavy panting mixed with desperate whimpers. Chakotay's breath could be heard above hers, deep and heavy, aroused.

Torres jumped slightly as she felt the pilot's hand cover hers. She looked up into his eyes and saw his own arousal revealed there. She grasped his hand strongly and smiled. Leaning down, he covered the engineer's lips with his own, brushing softly, gently. Even in their own state of growing passion, they still couldn't block the other couple's liaison from their minds. Their ears were open and recording every delicious sound as the minutes passed by.

"Oh, Kathryn..." Chakotay whispered deeply as her whimpers became louder and closer together. The distinctive sound of movement could be heard again, in rhythm with her urgent cries. Torres pulled her lips away from Paris', resting her head against his cheek, her breathing unconsciously matching that of her captain's as the other woman's body endured pleasures Torres could almost imagine feeling herself as she listened. The pilot's hands wrapped around her body, caressing her lightly.

"Oh.....Ooooh....Chakotay!" the captain sobbed, the urgency in her voice unmistakable. More movement, the frenzied sounds of a person on the verge of ecstasy filling the younger people's ears. "Oh, God......Oh, God...Chakotay.....don't stop!...Ooooh!"

Paris' hold on the engineer tightened as Janeway's voice became frantic with desire and the longing for release.

"It's okay, Kathryn...let go for me....." Chakotay called softly above his lover's cries, urging her pleasure forward with his soothing tone. Janeway's whimpers grew louder and more desperate. Both the commanding officers were panting hard, and more sounds of movement permeated the air. Another series of muffled thumps were heard before the chaos came to a heart-stopping crescendo that sent shivers right through the listener's bodies.

Janeway cried out long and loud, desperation and bliss mingling joyously until her deep voice became a quivering wail that eventually broke off into soft sobs. As her voice quieted, so did the movements, relaxing into the calm afterglow of intense pleasure. Paris had tightened his hold on Torres as Janeway traveled the length of her climax, both of them breathing deeply. Tears fell quietly down the engineer's face. She felt as though she had shared in the other woman's experience, been a part of it somehow. She certainly felt as exhausted as Janeway must be feeling. The soft, wet sounds of lips joining and parting were now plainly heard coming from the other side of the hatch. Then they heard the captain begin murmuring softly, her voice still shaking from the experience. Chakotay's soft whispers joined hers.

Paris stroked Torres' hair gently as they listened to the lovers relax and enjoy each other. The pilot's body suddenly begin to shake. Torres looked up and quickly discovered he was desperately trying to suppress a fit of laughter. Her eyes widened as she realized how perilously close they were to being caught listening in on their commanding officers' private moment. She glared at him in warning, but that only made his face twist further into a smile.

"We should get back to the Bridge," Chakotay's voice cut through Paris' silent giggle fit as the pilot stopped to listen.

"You expect me to concentrate after this?" Janeway sounded incredulous.

"Not really, but watching you squirm should provide me with enough amusement to get through the rest of our shift." The first officer was definitely smiling at this point. Janeway drew in a deep breath through her mouth.

"You're worse than Paris!" she exclaimed loudly.

Now it was Torres' turn to suppress a fit of laughter, burying her face against Paris' shoulder. None of them saw the startled look on the lieutenant's face as he listened to the conversation.

"Remind me to thank him for the lessons." Chakotay started laughing as sounds of another playful struggle were heard.

"Oh, you are in so much trouble, Chakotay," Janeway's voice rang out. "Just wait until I get you back to my quarters tonight!"

"I look forward to it...eagerly."

A few moments of silence followed, and then more sounds of lips moving together before the two of them could be heard making their way through the Jeffries tube - thankfully in the opposite direction. When the sounds they made faded into the distance, both the lieutenants breathed a sigh of relief. Torres started laughing quietly, tears forming in her eyes as she looked at her companion.

Paris looked back at her seriously. "Am I really that cocky?" he asked.

The engineer's laughter grew louder at his question. "Yes!" she managed to get out in between breaths. After a few seconds he began laughing, too. They sat there, holding each other while the tension they'd felt released itself slowly. Torres finally caught her breath. "That's not necessarily a bad thing, you know."

Tom looked at her then, love shining brightly in his eyes. "Are you still hungry for dinner?" he asked.

She smiled at him wickedly. "Save your rations. I'll just take dessert."

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