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The Honeymoon
The white sand beaches of Risa stretched in either direction as far as the eye could see. Clear crisp waters became darker shades of indigo as the ocean deepened, creating the most intensely colourful sunrises in the known quadrant.
Not that they'd seen a sunrise since their arrival two days earlier.
The newlyweds had spent much of their time sequestered in the beachfront hut, finding endless excuses to make love rather than explore the location of their honeymoon.
On the third day they finally emerged to take a guided swim in the waters surrounding the private beach. Their guide, Pavin, was a Risan native. He'd grown up with the founding generations of the pleasure resort. With muscular sculpted chest, chiselled features and painted red dreadlocks, he was about as beautiful as the planet.
Pavin took them snorkelling down to the perfect corals by the bay. Then a short visit to the open cave network along the western coastline, before taking them on a boat trip to a jetty side restaurant.
They spent the afternoon sampling local delicacies and sipping exotic fruit juices, as they lay lazily under the orange sun.
Both Kathryn and Chakotay were equally as exhausted when their guide finally returned them home. As they jumped off the boat and readied themselves to thank Pavin and say goodbye, he held them back with a gentle ushering motion.
Curious, they stepped closer, to see a small box being presented to them.
"The last part of our newlywed package," he said, as he handed it over.
Kathryn took a hand to her stomach, "I don't think we can possibly eat anything more."
Pavin smiled indulgently. "It's not food," he assured her. "Just something to relax with, in private."
The couple shared a curious look, but Chakotay took the offering, already with half an idea what it might be.
Their guide took an immediate step back, starting up the engine of his boat, and offering them a wink before waving goodbye and speeding off along the beach.
They watched him leave, before Kathryn turned to her husband with a wan smile. "What's in the box?" she quizzed, immediately trying to take a peek.
Chakotay held it deliberately out of reach as they began the walk back to the hut. "You can't stand surprises, can you? You're like a little kid hunting for presents the night before Christmas."
Rolling her eyes, she let out a dissatisfied "hmmph".
Not wishing to antagonise his wife any further, he relented and handed the gift over. Watching from the corner of his eye as she began to prise the lid off; always impatient to uncover a mystery.
By the time they'd reached the hut, the box was open, and Kathryn was examining the contents. Placing it on the side, she lifted a hypospray and a small vial of liquid to examine each carefully.
"Do you think this is Regalian?" she asked, with a raised eyebrow and sly grin.
"Probably," Chakotay rolled his eyes. It seemed that their guide had given them an illicit substance known to act as an aphrodisiac. Regalian liquid crystal was banned in most parts of the Federation, due to some rare side effects such as over stimulation. However it was permitted on Risa as long as it was given with an antitoxin; which was what the hypospray was for.
"We should try it," Kathryn quickly insisted.
He couldn't help but grin. "I don't think we need an aphrodisiac," he said, glancing suggestively at the messy sheets of their bed, which had barely been left for anything but necessities in the last forty-eight hours.
"I'm curious to try it anyway; with you," there was a suggestive sway to her hips as she crossed over to him, lifting the vial enticingly between them.
Chakotay couldn't deny he wasn't a little tempted. However he'd heard stories of the drug being misused; of individuals taking advantage of unsuspecting partners, or going too far. There were also extreme cases where couples had become ill from the rare side effects. For these reasons he found himself hesitating.
Kathryn, by contrast, didn't appear to have any of the same hesitations. She seemed excited to discover the effects of the drug together, within the comfort and safety of their established relationship.
"Kathryn…" he said, intending to remind her of the various reasons the drug was widely banned.
"Hmmm?" she was already twisting the top of the vial, drawing out a loaded dropper and lifting it to her open mouth. Before Chakotay could think through or articulate his concerns she had released a drop of the amber liquid onto her tongue.
Chakotay watched on carefully as she held the droplet within the well of her tongue and offered him a dose. It could only be activated with a partner, following an exchange between both individuals.
Although he'd never tried Regalian before, it promised an electrifying and pleasurable experience. Despite his reservations, he was intrigued to share it with her. The invitation was too tempting to decline. Chakotay opened wide and accepted the drug.
With the liquid crystal placed carefully on his tongue, Kathryn closed the gap between them, touching her tongue to his, swapping doses as they tangled around one another. The exchange quickly transformed into a heated kiss, but after a few minutes, Kathryn pulled back with a disgruntled look.
"Do you feel any different?" she asked.
Chakotay grinned; she was always so impatient. "It might take a while," he suggested.
Blowing out a disappointed puff of air, she stepped away from him. "I'm going to take a shower to wash off the salt water," she declared, heading for the bathroom. Then, looking over her shoulder added, "Join me?"
Even without the full boost of the Regalian she was insatiable. "In a little while," he said, encouraging her into the bathroom, "I'll just tidy up here first."
Kathryn gave him one last sultry look, before disappearing from the main suite.
Chakotay busied himself with remaking the bed, and clearing away discarded items of clothing. The activity gave him a few moments to reflect on the last few days; of their wedding ceremony and the shuttle ride to Risa.
The dynamic to their relationship felt no different so far, but he knew officiating their vows to one another would have longer term impacts. Not only did it mean that Starfleet would take joint assignment requests more seriously, but it was also changing the trajectory of their plans for the future. How they could orchestrate more time together, the search for a permanent place of residence on Earth, and gentle discussions about when to start a family.
There was no rush, but there was certainty now. The inevitably of the milestones ahead was comforting.
Chakotay had been so lost in thought, he'd forgotten his wife's expectant invitation until she re-emerged from the bathroom with towels wrapped around her hair and torso.
Their room was looking respectable again, and Kathryn was towelling off in front of the mirror as he passed by and patted her butt.
"You missed your chance," she slipped out of his hold.
Glancing over his shoulder he took a moment to appreciate the perfect form of her body in the reflection. Her creamy soft flesh and curve of her hips. The perky breasts and long flowing auburn hair. It was difficult to believe she was completely his. Forever.
He just grinned. "I've made you some tea on your bedside," he told her, accepting his fate to shower alone.
Kathryn shot him a look as if to question where her coffee was, but he shrugged in response; tea was a better option after a tiring day out in the ocean.
Chakotay showered with speed and efficiency, however when he returned to the bedroom he found Kathryn fast asleep on the bed; an arm raised up covering her face. Despite silent promises to keep him up all night with endless hours of sex, even Kathryn Janeway had human limits. She had finally succumbed to exhaustion.
Chakotay simply smiled to himself, as he climbed onto the bed beside her. Watching her between heavy eyelids as he too gave in to the need for sleep.
-
Chakotay couldn't say what it was that finally woke him.
The breeze drifting through the curtains which transformed from a welcome cooling, to a warm tingly sensation.
A soft and sensual moan from the woman beside him.
The feel of his own hand creeping down towards his exposed manhood.
Whatever the final trigger, the build-up in his sleep had been so subtle that he hadn't noticed, until he came to with the most consuming arousal he'd ever experienced.
No. It was more than arousal. Beyond want or desire. It was a basic need and primal obsession.
Sex .
He needed it . Needed her . There was no other thought or feeling other than lust and satisfaction.
His heart hammered in his chest, heat was all around him as his fingers continued to brush against his bulging erection. He was so swollen and large that it was almost painful to touch. And yet he needed to touch it. Needed the pressure; the relief.
Another breathless sigh from the woman beside him, and his eyes flew open with startling realisation of what they were each doing. It took considerable mental strength to wrench his hand away from himself. A stronger need to seek completion than he'd ever known before. It was almost impossible to resist.
Kathryn was lying on the bed beside him. Naked and completely exposed. Eyes closed, head thrown back, chest arched upwards, with one hand moulded around her own breast, another between her legs.
For a moment there was nothing he could do except watch. Watch her pleasure herself. She was either unaware or unconcerned with his presence. The sight was intoxicating.
He suspected she was still asleep. He wasn't even sure if he had fully awoken. His mind felt foggy and uncontrolled. His thoughts were incoherent and muddled. Except one thought. One motive: Sex.
Oh spirits, he wanted her so badly. Needed to be inside of her, or have her inside of him. It was a draw like he'd never known before.
Thoughts of climbing between her thighs and pushing himself into her warm, welcoming depths, intruded and overwhelmed his mind.
Almost as if sensing his distraction, Kathryn's eyes flew open. Their gazes met. Piercing blue locked with his brown depths. Passion. Desire. Lust. Stronger than either of them had ever known before. A want and a need pulling them together or risk pulling them apart if they didn't act soon.
She bit down on her bottom lip, struggling with the same fight, and unable to resist. Her fingers continued their diligent work within the folds of her labia.
Her eyes drifted down slowly, raking over his toned bronze chest, drinking in the sight of his perfect form. Appreciating every line and edge to him. She opened her mouth, "I need-" she breathed, 'you' died somewhere on her lips.
Chakotay hadn't even realised he was pumping himself again until her eyes stopped and rested at his pelvis. He glanced down briefly, ashamed at his own lack of control, before looking back to check her reaction and finding nothing but the same want and fire mirrored in her expression.
"Please," she just about sobbed.
Every coherent thought drifted out the window. All except one: she needs you .
In one swift movement he closed the gap between them. Forcing his hands away from himself, and placing his palms on the mattress on either side of her.
There were many words which usually formed on his lips at this point. Words of love, assurance and affection. None of those made it to his mouth, because this wasn't about an emotional bond, this was pure, unrestrained physical attraction. He was going to fuck this woman, hard .
No .
That last thought had him mentally reeling. He hesitated. He'd never been rough with Kathryn before; with any woman for that matter. Not like that . It was the Regalian he realised, driving a primal desire to the forefront of his mind.
For a moment he doubted himself; doubted their bond and the trust which flowed between them. And then the woman beneath him reached up, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulled him into a deep, sensual kiss.
She loved him; wanted him. This was mutual. His doubts and hesitations fell away.
He held himself steady above her as their lips melded together. Pelvises rubbing and aching to join. Mouths sharing every breath. Skin against skin.
Chakotay's every nerve ending was ignited. He wouldn't last long like this.
With all the willpower in the world, he tore himself away from her lips. She began to let out a soft incomprehensible complaint, until Chakotay shifted on his arms and lowered down her body, and she understood where he was headed.
Sensing an impatience in her which mirrored his own, he bypassed his usual slow and seductive trail, and wedged himself immediately between her legs. He needed to taste her; wanted to pleasure her.
His hands shook with his own fight for restraint as he reached up towards her folds. He parted her labia as gently as he could, to reveal her sweet swollen bud. Without hesitation he swept his tongue across it, listening to her welcome cry of relief. He repeated the action, to the same response. Again. And again.
Oh fuck, he wanted her so badly.
As he took her towards the climax she desperately needed, he found some of his own relief against the mattress. His body writhing against the sheets, as her own writhed beneath his face.
Grabbing hold of her thighs, he forced her to minimise her movements, his fingers digging tightly into her flesh as she continued to buck against him. He was going to leave bruises, but he didn't care.
"Chakotay," her breathy voice broke out, "I need you… all of you."
But he couldn't; not yet. He wanted this to be good for her, before he took his own satisfaction.
Inserting two fingers into her wet folds was almost his undoing. The feel of her slick moisture, the walls clamping down around him, the needy moan which escaped her lips. It was almost too much. And yet, he kept steady. Ignoring his own needs to double the pace of his tongue against her clit.
"Oh God, I'm coming," she called out.
And suddenly so was he. Unintentionally and unstoppable. Her own excitement had driven him over the edge. Against the bedsheets. Ribbons of semen shooting out from his tip. Aimless in
their trajectory.
They rode it out together. Fast. Furious. Determined to bring an end to this urgency.
However the climax brought almost no relief.
Instead, it left them both even more frustrated.
Despite being completely spent, his shaft continued to pulse and her bud continued its search for friction. They were no better off for climaxing.
Forcing his head up and away from her, he sat back and tried to clear his mind, desperate to understand what was going on. Something didn't feel right. They shouldn't still be so aroused.
Often Chakotay resisted his own urge to orgasm for as long as possible, knowing that his enthusiasm often ebbed once he'd found release. He preferred to have Kathryn coming back to back, and delay his own satisfaction until they were both prepared to reach a conclusion.
With the effect on the Regalian however, Chakotay found he was ready again within seconds.
He lifted his head and looked up at Kathryn. She was laid back against the pillows, cheeks and chest and breasts pink and flushed. Chest moving heavily as she recovered her breath. Thighs still spread before him.
His prick stirred at the sight. First with intrigue and desire, then with demand and urgency. He needed more. Wanted more. Wanted her .
On knees and hands he crawled up the bed; barely restrained but with slow and deliberate actions. Prowling his prey.
Noticing the movement, her gaze flickered up to meet his. Their eyes locked, and a silent communication passed between them: you are mine.
It was a possessiveness and possession like he'd never known before. A want to mark her and make her his own. To mate .
He was looming over her, wedged between her thighs, as another swell of lust washed over him. Indulging the feeling, he leaned down to claim her lips. Kissing her hard and with unrestrained motivation.
Chakotay quickly found himself grinding against her, and to much greater encouragement found her matching his desperate movements. Unable to restrain himself any longer, he pulled back and shifted slightly onto his side, resting on a single palm on the mattress as the other reached down and grabbed her thigh, lifting it up towards her chest so he could have full sight of her labia.
His gaze focused on the tight pink folds of flesh, still swollen from their previous orgasm. Twisting beneath him as they sought contact with his tip. It was Chakotay's undoing. With as much care as he could possibly muster, he lined himself up at her entrance and began to push inside her.
Despite a plan to enter slowly and gently, an urgency in his brain took over, and his hips bucked, forcing in those last couple of inches. Kathryn let out a grunt at the sudden stretch, as she tried to accommodate him, but she didn't complain.
To his great delight and relief, she began to move around him, her hips undulating to create a welcome friction against his shaft. It was the most incredible feeling, and the need to take over and fuck her hard was almost unbearable.
Such primal thoughts were not new to him, but usually they lay at the back of his mind, acknowledged but restrained. He kept that part of him in check, under tight control. The drug was loosening those restraints, removing his final inhibitions.
"Are you sure?" He breathed. Although the Regalian had been Kathryn's idea, he had to be sure she knew what she was getting into. Certain that this was something she wanted to share.
Kathryn reached out and forcefully grabbed at his hip, encouraging him to slip further inside, all the way to the hilt. "I'm always sure with you," she replied.
And that was all it took. For him to give up those last thin shards of control, and give in to an animalistic need that he hadn't trusted himself to embrace before now.
-
Kathryn saw the switch in his eyes and delighted in it. The raw and ravenous lust and hunger. The primal urges. Everything she was feeling was mirrored in his expression.
Chakotay began a fierce and demanding rhythm, one which she enthusiastically kept pace with, until she could no longer keep up. He was incessant. Intentional. Spectacular.
Laying back into the mattress, she gladly opened her body to his as he pounded into her. Weight balanced carefully above her, hips moving with long and firm thrusts. Hard. Fast. Relentless.
She didn't even realise she was coming again until a white heat consumed and overwhelmed her. Throwing her head back into the pillows she delighted as her own orgasm took over, taking him with her.
Hot spurts of his seed filled her core, warming her belly and further lubricating their slick joining. She took everything he had. Until there was nothing more to give.
And yet, despite both being completely spent, Chakotay continued his movements. Slower for a while, until he eventually began to pick up speed again.
He was already prepared for another round.
Despite her own desire beginning to wane, his was as ferocious as she'd ever known it. Kathryn was curious to see where it took them. Looping an arm around his shoulders she found him for a kiss. Silently encouraging him to continue and indulge.
Quite unexpectedly Chakotay broke off the kiss and slipped out of her. For a moment she thought he was bringing their session to an end, until she found herself being flipped over onto her belly. The weight and warmth of his body welcome against her back.
She willingly obliged as he lifted her hips into position, and nudged her knees apart. His needy erection found her wet and swollen entrance yet again, barely giving her time to prepare before launching himself inside from behind.
There were a rare few occasions where she'd experienced him take like this. Usually he gave and accepted in return. That evening he was in complete control. Single minded and focussed on his own wants, needs and pleasure.
His pelvis slammed against her butt as he thrusted determinedly into her wet pussy. Harsh and selfish. Kathryn almost didn't recognise the man who possessed her husband's body. She was in equal measure thrilled and terrified. Both excited and unsettled at what he was possibly capable of in those heated moments.
Hot breath found her shoulder, moments before his lips found the same flesh. Sucking and biting at her. Demonstrating how completely he was possessed and obsessed by her.
Chakotay began to shudder when he finally came. Spilling his load into her. Releasing every last molecule of his cum. He collapsed against her. His weight heavy, and breathing laboured against her ear. Playfully, she tried to shove him off, but he wouldn't budge.
"Chakotay?" she questioned, managing to turn her head slightly to the side, bringing each other face to face. Noses brushing.
"I can't-" even words were a struggle for him when he eventually spoke. Another laboured breath as he gathered some internal strength. "I can't stop."
Even as he said the words, she could feel his shaft growing hard again.
"We don't need to stop," she insisted, thinking he might be hesitant to take any more from her. By contrast, she was determined to push this as far as it could go.
"I'm worried I'm going to hurt you," he gritted out, as he shifted and moved away from her.
He sat back and she watched on as he panted heavily. Sweat glistened on every inch of his skin, sweat dripped down his forehead.
Something wasn't right.
It was clear the drug they had taken had heightened both their sex drive and stamina. However the effect on Chakotay was becoming something else altogether. He was struggling.
Instinctively she reached out for him, but Chakotay flinched at the movement, purposefully looking away from her, focussing his gaze on a piece of furniture at the far end of the room.
"The detox…" he rasped, but was unable to form a coherent sentence.
She instantly knew what he meant. The hypospray on the side, already preloaded with a neutraliser for the Regalian. He was suffering from over stimulation.
Quickly, she slipped off the bed and crossed the room. She was absently aware of him collapsing face forward into the pillows, likely finding some welcome relief in the press of his erection, trapped between the mattress and the weight of his body. His breathing was haggard as his pelvis bucked against the soft springy surface.
Grabbing the hypospray she quickly returned to his side, administering a dose into the side of his neck. For safe measure, she followed up with another dose for herself. Waiting at the medicine slowly to effect.
-
Slowly, Chakotay's thoughts became more coherent. His awareness grew. The blinding heat began to subside, giving way to a more welcome warmth. He was no less aroused, but much more in control. He stopped grinding against the mattress.
"It's going to take a few hours to fully subside," Kathryn too sounded much more herself, as she ran an affectionate hand down his back. "How are you feeling?"
"Like a nineteen year old," he quipped, rolling over slowly to face her, finally able to look at her for the woman she was to him, and not just a body to fuck.
Kathryn looked flushed, but her eyes were clearer, more focussed.
"I think we became over intoxicated," she said.
He grinned. No shit.
"Are you okay?" He was finally able to focus enough to ask after her own wellbeing.
"Yes," she quickly assured him, then, with a lingering glance at his long and hard shaft, involuntarily licked her lips and added. "I'm still feeling as aroused as you look, but I'm in control of it now."
"I'm sure it'll subside with a cold shower," he commented.
Kathryn gave him a knowing look, and he could tell what she was about to suggest before she'd even opened her mouth.
"We could make the most of it."
Chakotay looked up at the ceiling and begged for restraint. "I'm still on the edge, Kathryn…"
Her hands were already on his chest, sliding slowly, seductively down his body. "Or, we could ride it out," she said, and in one move she was straddling his thighs and flicking his nipple with her tongue.
Involuntarily his hips rose up towards her, his body desperate for everything she was offering.
"I'm not sure if I trust myself just yet," he insisted.
"Trust me," Kathryn carefully countered, lifting her head back up and pausing above him. Watching. Waiting. Unwilling to go any further unless he gave her permission.
Chakotay swallowed hard. This woman would be the death of him. But at least he would die happy. He relented with a small nod of his head, his hands already moving to her waist to encourage her into the right position for him.
Kathryn was already wet for him as she lowered herself onto his throbbing penis. She waited there as they both took a moment to enjoy the sensation, before she began to grind against him.
Heat. Want. Lust. Need. It was all still there, but now there was enough space to allow the love to flow through.
Chakotay held himself back for a while, watching as she rose and fell against him. The gentle bounce of her breasts and fall of her hair above him. She was a goddess. Flushed and gorgeous above him. Lost in an ecstasy which she gladly shared with him.
He resisted the first few movements of his hips, until he could take no more, and found himself wanting not only to keep up, but take control. Kathryn encouraged him with small whispers and delightful moans, until he was bucking up wildly beneath her.
Until finally, neither of them could take any more. He blew his load as she shuddered around him, spilling his seed into her tight confines.
This time, the climax brought them both satisfaction. Kathryn collapsed against him with an indulgent grin. "That was… an experience."
He let out a chuckle with relief. "Not one I'm keen to repeat," he cautioned.
She glanced up at him through feathered lashes. "How so?"
Chakotay frowned, "I could have really hurt you Kathryn. I wasn't at all in control."
"But you didn't," she reminded him.
"No," he agreed, "but I'd rather never test my restraint like that again."
She considered his words for a moment, before dismissing them with a kiss. "You could never hurt me," she assured him, absolute confidence in her statement.
Chakotay was grateful for her assurance, even if he couldn't fully believe it himself.
But there were other ways to hurt each other. Ways that they couldn't possibly have foreseen in those blissful moments of aftersex.
****
The remainder of the honeymoon passed pleasantly. After their close call with toxic overdose from the aphrodisiac, they were both a little more restrained. They enjoyed long hikes in the mountains, and lazy days on the beach, dining each evening in different restaurants as they took the vacation at a leisurely pace.
By the end of their stay, Chakotay was so relaxed and content he'd almost forgotten that an entire universe existed outside of their escape. He'd forgotten about the life waiting for them, about Starfleet, their families… the troubles on his homeworld.
Chakotay sat on a bench in the waiting area of the transport station on Risa, fiddling with the gold band around his finger. Of all the recent changes in his life, this was the most notable. The physical reminder of the commitments he had made to Kathryn. His wife.
The woman in question had disappeared to take a tour of the new astrometrics lab on the station, whilst they waited for the transport vessel to arrive.
He didn’t immediately notice the inconspicuous man who joined beside him, taking a position on the immediate seat to his left. He might have been subconsciously aware of another presence, but it wasn’t until the individual spoke that his brain acknowledged that he had company.
“Lieutenant Commander Chakotay,” the man said.
The stranger’s greeting immediately had his attention. Chakotay was out of uniform, so it was almost impossible for a passerby to know he was part of Starfleet, let alone his rank. His head twisted in the direction of his unexpected companion, to examine his face and determine if he recognised the individual. He didn’t.
“I’m sorry,” he started politely, quashing down the feeling of unease about his company. “Do I know you?”
“No,” the man replied simply. “However, you're known to us.”
“Us?” He asked cautiously, subtly glancing around to see if there was anyone else he should be aware of.
“Starfleet intelligence,” the stranger said simply.
The man wore no uniform, bore no communication badge or any other insignia. If this individual represented some part of the intelligence service, Chakotay had no way to validate this claim.
“And you are?” he pressed.
“Sloan.” Came the simple reply.
Chakotay narrowed his eyes. “And you’re part of Starfleet intelligence?” He decided to humour this conversation, but was far from believing a word of it.
“That doesn’t matter,” the man shrugged, “I’ve come to ask you for a favour.”
He was immediately on edge. “I follow orders. I don’t do favours for unmarked arms of Starfleet intelligence,” Chakotay said, making an immediate move to stand.
“Did you know your wife has applied to join the Gage as head of science?”
He hesitated; If it was true, it was news to him. That wasn't something Kathryn had mentioned, but the position had recently become available. However, it would be a step back from the first officer roles Starfleet were discussing with Kathryn. He wasn't sure whether or not to believe Sloan's suggestion.
“What of it?” he asked carefully, unwilling to give anything away.
“Her request will be refused; Starfleet wants her in command of a ship; not the wife of a mid-ranking officer where she will disappear behind a science station.”
Chakotay gritted his teeth, not liking the man's tone, or the insinuation that anyone was in control of his wife's career other than herself. "You'd better choose your next words very carefully, Sloan."
"Eventually Kathryn will tell you her request was denied, and predictably, you'll tell her it's just as well, assure her that you can wait for more suitable postings together. Except that your joint requests will continuously be denied. After a while you'll drift apart, until eventually there's nothing left of your marriage except a record on a database. And you'll see her on the news and tell your children that you used to know that woman."
Chakotay clenched his fists together, ready to punch the smirk from Sloan's face.
The man continued. "You'll think back to this moment, and wonder if any of that had to do with turning down an opportunity to do a favour for a stranger at a transport station."
"Are you threatening me?"
Sloan shrugged nonchalantly. "Do you want to find out?"
"What is it that you want?" He asked heatedly.
"The Cardassians have set up a mining operation in the South sea of Trebus' largest continent. We believe this is a cover for something else. During your next visit, I need you to infiltrate the main facility, and download the computer's database."
"No," he said firmly, "I want no part of this. You can find someone else to do your dirty work for you."
Sloan stood slowly from his chair. "It's your choice of course, but your homeworld is under threat. If you won't do this for yourself, then do it for your family; for your people."
Chakotay stood with his hands fisted, arms hanging rigidly at his side. He didn't dare say anything further to Sloan for fear that he wouldn't be able to control what he did next.
Sloan removed a small device from his pocket and placed it carefully on the chair where he'd been sitting. "When you're done, leave this on your return shuttle. We'll do the rest."
Chakotay said nothing, simply watched on as the man turned and walked away, quickly disappearing into the crowd.
"Hey." Kathryn's tender voice drew his attention, and he turned around to find her walking up behind him.
"Hey," he just about managed a reply, but was unwilling to let her know that something was wrong. Forcing a smile, he greeted her return with a kiss.
"Have they announced our shuttle yet?" She asked, shifting one of the bags to get back to her seat.
"Not yet," he said smoothly, then, glancing at the device on the chair, quickly scooped it up, moving it discreetly into his pocket. He had no intention of using it, but something made him think she was better off not seeing it.
"Who were you talking to?" She asked, eyes fixed on a PADD in her hand as she scrolled through the transport notices.
"No one," he said too quickly.
Kathryn looked up at him with a raised eyebrow, "There was a man standing with you as I entered the lounge. It looked like you were talking."
"Ah," he wasn't sure why he was lying, but he didn't want Kathryn to have any part in whatever Sloan was trying to rope him into. "Guy thought he knew me. He didn't."
She frowned, clearly sensing something was off.
Fortunately, at that exact moment, there was an announcement in the waiting area for a docking change. Their transport shuttle was not only running late, but would arrive at the other end of the station.
Kathryn immediately let the topic go, and soon forgot about the entire interaction, as they grabbed their bags and walked across the concord to another gate.
For Chakotay however, the unusual request weighed on his mind as they embarked on the trip to Trebus. Worried about the potential threat from Sloan, but also the threat to his homeworld. The device eventually made its way to the bottom of his bag, where after a few days on a cramped and tiny shuttle, he almost forgot all about it.