======== Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative.erotica,alt.sex.fetish.startrek Subject: NEW: Tender is the Bite (VOY) From: lemmings@interlog.com (Carol Thomas) Date: Sun, 18 Feb 96 02:30:32 GMT This is my first posted fanfic and be warned: It's not particularly serious and does contain sexual situations, although not graphic ones. All comments, positive or otherwise, are welcomed. Paramount owns everything but the plot, which is copyright 1996 by me. Feel free to archive. TENDER IS THE BITE by Carol Thomas It all started with a nebula. That wasn't anything new for Voyager -- nebulae often got the crew into unusual situations. This particular nebula looked like no problem, at first. "Mr. Tuvok, report on nebular constituents," Janeway ordered. "Nothing unusual, captain," replied the science officer. "There are no characteristics that would indicate living matter and no particle concentrations that would endanger Voyager. I would recommend we pass through, since an alternate route would cost us significant time." "Fine. Mr. Paris, chart us a course through the nebula, Warp 3." "Aye, Captain." The next hour was the usual bridge monotony. Chakotay slouched in his chair, looking bored. Harry Kim daydreamed at Ops and Captain Janeway drummed her fingers on her chair console. Tuvok, as always, looked alert. Paris, as always, sent him resentful glances for not looking as bored as the rest of them felt. Then the bridge suddenly began to fill with light -- a pale, bluish light that almost immediately increased in intensity. "Report-- ow!" said the captain. The bridge crew all had their hands over their eyes and faint moans could be heard from various stations. If anyone had been looking, which they weren't, they might have seen the light coalesce around Captain Janeway and be absorbed into her body. As it was, it took more than a minute after the light disappeared for anyone to see anything at all. Tuvok was first to recover. "Sensors report no ascertainable cause for that phenomenon, Captain," he said. "I have no reports from other parts of the ship and must conclude that this experience was confined to the bridge." "Thank you, Tuvok," said Janeway, standing up. "Is everyone all right?" "Aye, captain." "Yes, captain." "Fine, captain." "Good. Anyone with residual effects, report to Sickbay." Nobody moved. "Fine. Mr. Paris, if your vision has returned to normal, please continue our current heading, Warp 3." "Aye, captain." Janeway resumed her place in the captain's chair. She hadn't mentioned the "residual effects" she had acquired from the blinding light, and it appeared that no-one else shared them. *That* would have to be changed. Captain Janeway had gained three tremendous pieces of knowledge from her recent experience. She knew that she felt absolutely wonderful, that drinking other people's blood -- and letting them drink hers -- would allow her to keep feeling this wonderful, and that everybody should share her good fortune as soon as possible. Now remained only to determine which lucky individual would reap those benefits first, and how much fun she could have passing them along. Why hadn't she thought of vampirism before? A few minutes later, Janeway stood up, stretched sensually and said, "I'll be in my ready room if anything comes up." Halfway to the door, she turned, surveyed the bridge crew, and added huskily, "Commander Chakotay, I'd like a... few minutes of your time." Without waiting for his acknowledgement, she passed through the ready room door. The bridge crew exchanged glances. Chakotay looked nervous; Tuvok looked curious; Harry looked confused; Tom looked frankly envious. Chakotay reluctantly got up and said, "Mr. Tuvok, you have the bridge." He followed Captain Janeway into her ready room. When he entered, Janeway was lounging on her couch. "Sit right here, Commander," she said with a smile, patting the space beside her. Chakotay moved to the other end of the couch and sat down cautiously. "I'm not sure--" She cut him off. "Don't worry, I'll explain everything." She wriggled closer. "Are you comfortable there?" "Well, yes, but--" "Good. You see, I have a lot to, uh, *share* with you and I wouldn't want you to feel ill at ease." She smiled widely at him and he noticed how bright her eyes were. Her cheeks were flushed and tendrils of her hair escaped from her bun to caress her face. Chakotay suddenly had an idea of what was wrong here. "Captain, have you been... drinking?" he asked hesitantly. Impossibly, Janeway's smile grew even broader. "No, Commander, unfortunately, I *haven't* been drinking. But that's an oversight I do plan to remedy." She moved closer and Chakotay realized she was almost in his lap. "Well, Captain, I'm not--" His words were cut off as she leaned forward to kiss him, her tongue exploring his open mouth. He struggled to push her away without hurting her. "Captain!" "Call me Kathryn," she purred as one hand moved blindingly fast to his crotch. Two slender fingers stroked the bulge she found there. Chakotay froze for a moment, then attempted to levitate off the couch. He landed in a heap on the floor and began scrambling backwards. "Captain, I'm a spiritual person! My people don't enter lightly into sexual relationships--" His speech ended with an unceremonious "oof!" as she leaped from the couch and landed on his chest, flattening him to the floor. Her hands came down on his upper arms and he realized with shock that she had him pinned. She sat on his crotch and rubbed herself against the bulge that, despite intense mental effort on Chakotay's part, hadn't gone away. "I wouldn't want you to break any personal taboos, Commander," Janeway said with a mock-innocent expression. "I'll tell you what. In a few minutes, you can decide for yourself whether you are interested in pursuing such a relationship. In the meantime..." and she leaned forward, still holding him down, and ran her tongue down his neck. Chakotay began to relax and then the pain hit. She was biting him! Hard! He struggled uselessly. It hurt! Wait a minute, no it didn't. It felt... wonderful. Waves of fiery sweetness were engulfing his body, he was floating in a sea of ecstasy... he wouldn't mind if this went on for quite a while. He gradually came out of it. Something unutterably delicious was dripping into his mouth and he savored it before swallowing. He opened his eyes and saw Janeway's mischievous expression. She had made a delicate cut in her wrist and was allowing her blood to fall into his mouth. He sat up, revelling in the strength that pulsed through him, and rolled them both until Janeway was below him. "I think I understand now," he growled and sank his teeth into her neck. She arched under him and moaned, but not in pain. Her hands were busy tearing their uniforms off and the feel of her naked breasts against his chest pulled him back from his ravaging of her neck. Her eyes were glowing spectrally now and her lips were red with his blood. Shredded pieces of red and black fabric surrounded them as he plunged deep inside her. Their tongues lapped at each other's quickly-healing neck wounds as their bodies frantically thrust together. When he came, he roared, almost drowning out Janeway's muffled screams against his shoulder. In the aftermath, both were businesslike as they replicated new uniforms and dressed. They returned to Janeway's couch and shared a hungry look. "There are a lot of them," Janeway said suggestively. "And they'll all feel -- and taste -- like that." "I could get used to that," Chakotay responded thoughtfully. "Can I start today?" "Why not?" Janeway shrugged. "What happens when we run out?" "We'll find a planet with a humanoid population." They both licked their lips at the thought. "Fine. I'll start with B'Elanna, I think." "Oh no you don't, Commander. *I* want B'Elanna." "She knows me better. It'll be easier to get her to trust me." "But she'd be more comfortable with a woman. And I outrank you," Janeway said smugly. Chakotay played his trump card. "But if I get B'Elanna out of the way, you'll be free to deal with Paris... *and* Kim." "Hmm." Janeway thought it over. "Oh, all right. But you owe me one." "Fine. Ready to start?" "Of course. After you, Commander." "Why, thank you, Captain. The tension was palpable as they entered the bridge. However, Janeway and Chakotay looked calm and professional and the crew gradually relaxed. The bridge routines returned to normal. After an hour or so, Chakotay said, "If you don't need me here, I'm going down to check up on something in Engineering, Captain." A look passed between the captain and her first officer. "That would be fine, Commander. Let me know if there are any problems." Janeway worked on a padd for a few minutes, then stood. "Mr. Paris, I'd like a word with you, if I may." She glanced at the ensign at the next station, who obediently moved to the Conn as Paris stood up. Janeway and Paris moved into the ready room as the rest of the bridge crew again exchanged wary glances. Tom didn't know what to expect. The last time Janeway had headed for her ready room, he could have sworn she wanted sex. But then she'd called in Chakotay, the lucky bastard. He didn't think she was in the same mood now, but part of him couldn't help hoping. He hadn't had any for weeks and the captain sure wasn't chopped liver. As he entered, the ready room door closed behind him -- but not quite all the way. One of the uniform fragments strewn over the floor had caught in its mechanism. The bridge crew therefore heard everything that transpired over the next few minutes. "Come here, Tom," in a seductive voice. "Your wish is my com-- urggh!" Thump. Another thump. "Owwwww! Ouch! That hurts... mmm. Mmmmmmm. Oh, yessss..." Slurp. More slurps. Pause. Drip, drip, drip. "Mmmmmm... but I think it's my turn now, Captain." Thump. "Mmmmmmmmm..." Rip, rip, riiiiiiip. Pant, slurp, thump, pant, slurp, thump, pant, slurp, thump, thump, thump, thump... "Arrrrrrrrrrrgh!" Pant, pant, pant. Pause. Footsteps. Hum of replicator. Rustle, rustle. "You know what you have to do, don't you, Tom?" "You bet, Captain. Any specific targets?" "No, just use your own judgement." "Aye, Captain." Footsteps. When Tom Paris exited the captain's ready room, all eyes were upon him. He looked around. "Hey, do you people have a problem?" Silence greeted him. Then Tuvok said, "I do not believe so, Mr. Paris. Resume your station." Paris looked at Harry Kim, who was bright red and wouldn't meet his eyes. A grin crossed his face as he sat down at the Conn. Janeway didn't appear for the remainder of the shift. As he passed his station over to his replacement, Tom called out, "Hey, Harry! Sandrine's tonight?" Harry was already in the turbolift, looking nervous. "N-n-no thanks, Tom, n-n-not tonight," he stuttered as the doors closed. Paris looked around for another prospect, but the past shift's crew were gone. He sighed and headed for his quarters to change before activating Sandrine's. There would be targets there -- there were *always* targets there, even if their purpose was a little different tonight. He was right, of course. * * * * * * * Over the next two days, the captain's wonderful experience was shared with nearly everyone on Voyager. By himself, Tom Paris provided it to fourteen female and five male crewmembers. Harry, however, was not among them. * * * * * * * The following day, Q appeared in a flash of light in a room where B'Elanna Torres was happily introducing a young ensign to the taste of blood. He took in the situation in a millisecond, and considered it for another nanosecond or two. Then he scowled. "I refuse to be a *deus ex machina*, no matter how appropriate the phrase might be in my case." He vanished. * * * * * * * The holodoctor was not in operation when Kes entered Sickbay that evening. "Initiate Emergency Medical Hologram," she said in her soft voice. "State the nature of the medical emer-- oh, hello, Kes. What can I do for you?" Kes examined the hologram calculatingly. "You're not actually flesh and blood, are you, Doctor?" "Of course not," he replied testily. "You know that. Why do you ask?" Kes sighed, then smiled at him winningly. "I have a favor to ask you." "Anything I can do, of course," the Doctor responded, trying not to let his programming think about the possibilities *too* much. "Could you call Harry Kim to Sickbay for his annual medical exam?" The Doctor frowned. "Mr. Kim is not due for a medical exam for seven months and nineteen days. Why should he have one earlier?" Kes looked at her feet, looked at the ceiling, bit her lip. "Ummm..." "Has Mr. Kim been showing any signs of illness?" "Yes! That's it! He's been behaving very oddly, Doctor. You should examine him at once." "Oddly in what manner?" "Well, he's... he's just... well, he's not... ummm..." "Kes, you yourself appear to be behaving in an unusual manner. Is anything wrong?" He automatically reached for his medical tricorder. "No, no, no, nothing's wrong," Kes gasped, backing away quickly. "I'm fine, wonderful, great... Everything's fine, wonderful, great..." The Doctor had already run his tricorder over her and was looking concerned at the readings. "Your life signs are definitely unusual. I think we had better--" Kes darted for the door. Fortunately, the Doctor was not limited to flesh-and-blood reflexes and caught her wrist in one hand. He initiated a programmed strength increase of 50 per cent, carried the struggling Ocampa to a diagnostic bed and strapped her down. Trying *very* hard not to think about the possibilities now available, he started scanning, pausing only to sedate Kes, since she insisted on shrieking for him to release her. "Hmmm... definite cortex changes... ah, there it is... appears to be carried... oh, I see." He addressed the sleeping Kes. "I'd better fix this before waking you up." Half an hour later, the Doctor gave Kes a hypospray that contained an antisedative and the formula he had just worked out. She opened her eyes almost immediately. "Doctor? Why am I...?" "Oh good, you seem coherent. Do you feel like screaming at me?" "No, of course not." She paused, looking puzzled. "I think I did before, though, didn't I?" "Indeed. However, you were affected by a virus that was acting on your brain, so I suppose you cannot be held responsible for your behavior." He grimaced and released the restraints on the diagnostic bed. No matter how fetching she looked in restraints, he could *not* just keep her there indefinitely. Kes swung her slender legs over the side of the bed and gazed at the Doctor expectantly. "What happened to me?" The Doctor averted his eyes from her legs and began to pace up and down before her. "You were carrying a virus in your bloodstream, one that the Federation has never encountered before, at least, before *I* was programmed. It affected your cerebral cortex, particularly the areas associated with the sensations of pleasure and taste. It was also present in very high concentrations in your saliva, but not in other body fluids. What did you experience?" Kes turned bright red and didn't answer. "Consider this as a medical report," the Doctor said kindly. "All right," she said quietly. "It started this morning when I was taking a turbolift down to the cargo bay and Tom Paris joined me on Deck 3." The Doctor rolled his eyes. Of course Tom Paris was involved. What else was new? "He told the turbolift to stop and I asked him if anything was wrong," Kes continued. "He said no, not at all and then he bit me." She was staring at the floor now and her cheeks were still pink. "On the neck. It hurt for a second, but before I could disable him, it started feeling very... um, pleasurable. I think I lost consciousness. When I woke up, he was letting blood fall into my mouth. At that time, I felt an, um, extreme sense of well- being, coupled with a strong sense of gratitude to Tom for providing it to me." She turned pinker. "I, um, expressed my gratitude, and then we continued on our own ways." "I see," gritted the Doctor. At Tom Paris' next physical, he was going to prescribe regular boiling water enemas for an imaginary colon condition. "Did your normal behavior change after that encounter?" "I suppose so. It seemed that my first priority was to pass this gift along to as many crewmembers as possible. All the way home, I looked, but everyone already seemed to have it. When I got to our quarters, though, I found that Neelix didn't have it, so I shared it with him." *What a surprise,* thought the Doctor. *Nobody 'shared' with Neelix. I can't think why.* "How did you know how to 'pass this gift along'?" Kes looked puzzled. "I just knew, somehow. Just like I could tell who had already shared and who couldn't, although I didn't see anything wrong with anyone before." "How many crewmembers do you estimate are now infected?" "Just about everyone, I think. Neelix was complaining that no-one came for meals today." "Hmmm. I have an antidote now, but the problem will be giving it to the crew. I can't leave Sickbay. You could, but I believe you would be reinfected very quickly." Kes pictured it and gulped. "Yes, I expect so." "We need a reason to get the crew to come down here, a few at a time, so that we can give them the antidote before they realize you're uninfected. What would accomplish that?" Kes thought for a moment. "Harry!" "I beg your pardon?" "Do you remember when I first arrived here I was asking about Harry Kim?" "Yes. You wanted me to call him down for an unnecessary medical exam." Kes blushed again. "The reason for that is that Harry isn't infected. Apparently, he got nervous a couple of days ago. He shut himself in his quarters and changed the override codes. Nobody could convince him to come out, even the captain. So, some of them asked me to get you to call him to Sickbay." "Do you mean that because Mr. Kim isn't infected, he could help us to restrain the others?" "No." Kes smiled. "I was thinking of him as bait." * * * * * * * Chirp! Kathryn Janeway hit her comm badge. "Captain Janeway here." "Captain, this is the Emergency Medical Hologram. I have Ensign Kim in Sickbay and he's behaving very oddly -- talking about a conspiracy. Do you--" "Hold that thought, Doctor! I'll be right there." When the captain charged in, looking frantically for Harry, Kes was shocked at her face. She looked both erotically sated and ravenously hungry. The Doctor hyposprayed her on her way through the door. Janeway took two steps forward, crumpled to the floor and writhed for a moment. Then she opened her eyes and said, "My, that packs quite a punch, Doctor." A quick explanation and a sandwich later, she was ready to help in their plan. Chirp! Chakotay hit his comm badge. "Commander Chakotay." "Chakotay, it's Kathryn. I've finally pinned Ensign Kim down in Sickbay. Wanna help?" "On my way, Captain!" Chirp! "B'Elanna, it's Chakotay. Can you join me in Sickbay? I have someone here you might be... interested in." Chirp! "Tom, it's Kes..." Chirp! "Lieutenant Tuvok..." Chirp! Chirp! Chirp! By the time they finished, Sickbay was jammed with ex-vampires, all munching busily to make up for a day or two without food, and it was almost time for morning shift. A new course was immediately implemented that did *not* take into account every possibly inhabited world between their present location and home. However, it was another three days before anyone could persuade Harry Kim to leave his quarters. THE END Credit goes to L.R. Bowen for alerting me to the erotic potential of sound- only scenes in her terrific short story "Back Rub."