by Haggis
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I don't own the characters, I just take them out and show them a good time. I don't make any money from this and I don't have permission (cause forbidden fruit is soo much sweeter). In the real world, men sleep with men. If you can't handle that, don't read slash.

Any character shown in this story who appeared in the original Star Trek Voyager is the property of Paramount Pictures. No infringement of copyright is intended.

All other scenarios and characters herein are the intellectual property of the author known as Haggis.

Archive only with permission.

This is something I wrote a little while ago. No pain no darkness just a little fun for the boys.

Warning this was never beta read. (g)

Disclaimer: Paramount owns all that ever is and ever shall be star trek. All bow to the mightiness of Paramount.

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"Nice planet," Tom agreed with Harry as his eyes followed yet another Siggah'n female as she pushed past him as they stand at the bar.

"Nice women you mean, Paris. I can read you like a book," Harry said as he downed another mouthful of the liquid that looked like Crème'd'menthe tasted like strawberries and had a kick like a 400 year old Scotch Malt Whiskey.

"Wow what is this stuff?" Harry said, trying to stifle a choking fit.

"Beats me, but its good," Tom replied.

"Is Chakotay drinking it? I thought he didn't touch alcohol?" Harry managed to get out before another fit of coughing took over.

"He doesn't," Tom replied.

"But he's. . . "

"Shh, I told him it was fruit juice. Well, it's only a little lie; it tastes like fruit juice."

"He will kill you, Paris, and you will be dead. Don't come running to me when he does, ok?"

The bartender made his way over to where Tom was standing and whispered quietly into his ear. Tom gave a wide grin and nodded. "Yeah, great anything to improve alien relations, thanks."

Harry moved closer to Tom. "What was all that about?"

"We, my dear, Harry have been invited to a bachelor party. They are going to close the doors in another few minutes and then the cabaret will begin."

"Aren't you going to tell Chakotay?"

Both men turned to stare at the big Indian who now had the most curious of looks on his face.

"Why bother him? It's all diplomacy, Har. Same again?"

The bar slowly emptied of females until only the Siggah'n waitresses were left.

"Gentlemen I have been asked to show you to your table."

"We are fine here," Tom replied. "We don't want to intrude."

"Come, please. You are to be our guests. We don't often get visitors like yourselves."

The blonde haired beauty led them to a table at the front of the stage.

Chakotay gave the two younger men a knowing smile; he had heard everything that had been said. But what the heck -he needed R & R just as much as the next person so he quietly played along.

"I wonder which of these poor guy's gets the ball and chain," Tom quipped.

"Romance never was your strong point, was it, Paris? Chakotay retorted.

"Ah ay, we didn't think you were talking to us, Commander. You've been so quiet."

"Just shut up and let's enjoy the show." Chakotay motioned to the waitress. "Another three of these FRUIT JUICES? Please."

Harry bent towards Tom's ear. "You're dead, Tom."

Tom just laughed. "We'll see."

The lights dimmed and two scantily clad Siggah'n women appeared on the stage at the front of the inn.

Tom gave a low whistle, the women of the planet were gorgeous, every one it seemed had platinum blonde hair or hair that shone like silver. Their eyes were either the colour of dark sapphires or the colour of emeralds. They were beauties all right and the sky blue colour of their skin was just the icing on the cake.

The three officers watched as the women began their show; they slowly stripped as a sensual melody played in the background. Each of the officers reached for their drink at the same time. They watched as the women began to kiss, their tongues running over each other's body in turn. They started to explore a little more and the gasps from the male audience increased.

"Oh God," Harry groaned, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

"Harry," Tom whispered, "they haven't even started yet."

"Oh God," Harry whispered again.

Tom gave a little snigger at his friend's obvious arousal. He knew only too well that things were going to get steamier.

Two men lifted a deep red velvet couch onto the stage. The two women made their way towards it, kissing and massaging each other as they did so.

"What are they gonna do now?" Harry enquired.

"Watch, listen and learn, my boy. Watch, listen and learn." Even Tom could feel himself getting aroused. Chakotay, on the other hand, sat nursing his drink and watching the show as if he were in some sort of trance. Tom nudged Harry and nodded in Chak's direction. Both men just smiled.

A jug of oil was placed by the couch and the women poured it over each other's naked body, massaging it lightly into the other's skin. Each took turns to bite and suck at the other's nipples. Then their hands started to roam further down their bodies until small fingers made their way between the other's legs.

Harry started to fidget.

"Sit still, Harry. You're distracting me," Tom moaned.

The women seemed to be oblivious to the leering eyes of the crowded room, lost in their own pleasure. Eager hands caressing the most intimate and sensual regions of each other's bodies. Then they broke from their passionate embrace.

One of the women massaged and teased the other with her tongue as she made her way down her partner's body. She gently bit at each nipple, the soft moans of pleasure music to her ears as she teased her way down between the other's legs. She moved her tongue in unison to the movement of her partner's gyrating hips, and it was as though each man in the audience was holding his breath waiting for the earth shattering orgasm that they knew was building in the woman lying on the couch.

Chakotay, Tom and Harry stared at each other, unable to believe the erotic and mind blowing sexual act that they had just witnessed.

Poor Harry shifted in his chair again. "Oh god Tom, what the hell do they do for an encore?"

Tom leant over and whispered in Harry's ear, "Back home on earth after the girls gave their little show they would usually seek out the guy who was getting married. A sort of 'let us grant you one last wish' kind of thing. Keep watching them. They will probably start to make their way to the guy's table in a couple of minutes."

Tom ordered three more drinks and watched as the women descended from the stage. He nudged Harry. "This should be fun," he said, winking at his friend.

Three Starfleet officers watched the two naked women wander round between the tables. It was Tom who realised first what was about to happen.

"Harry?" he said in a voice filled with panic, "don't say a word. Just follow my lead."

Harry gave Tom a curious look and shrugged his shoulders. What the hell is he talking about? he thought.

The two naked women suddenly made their way to the table where the officers were sitting.

"Gentlemen," one of the women started to say. Before she could utter another word Tom grabbed Harry, kissing him full on the lips.

"Didn't I tell you this would be wonderful, darling? Wouldn't it just be amazing if everyone was in love the way I love you?"

Tom held Harry's face firmly between his hands, hoping beyond hope that he would not knock the hell out of him when he let go of his embrace. "We are married," Tom said quickly to the woman standing nearest him. "this is my lover."

Chakotay sat staring, his mouth open, and then it hit him like a ton of bricks - he had just successfully been set up.

The two women winked and smiled at Harry and Tom and then grabbed Chakotay and pulled him towards the stage.

Harry was still in shock. "What the fuck?"

"It was either that, Harry, or end up as part of their show. Look, they have Chakotay tied to the couch."

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A gently bound Chakotay was lying on the red velvet couch. Tom patted Harry's arm. "The colour of his face matches the couch, don't you think?"

Harry downed the glass of liquid in front of him and started to cough, "We're dead, we're dead. That's it, Tom. He's gonna throw us out an airlock when we get back. IF we get back."

"Harry, Harry, Harry, you have no faith. He'll enjoy it, just wait."

The two men watched as the women slowly stripped the first officer.

"He doesn't suit being purple," Harry giggled, the drink now obviously beginning to take effect.

Chakotay managed to turn his head towards the table where Tom and Harry were sitting. "You two are going to spend the next 50 years cleaning out every Jefferies tube on the ship with a toothbrush. That is if you live that long."

Tom just waved and hugged his pretend lover.

Chakotay now had one of the women straddling him. She kissed and bit him all over his chest and neck. The other went straight to work on his erect manhood. She took him fully into her mouth and gently sucked and teased him with her lips and tongue.

"PARIS? OHH SPIRIT'S PRESERVE. . ."

The audience cheered at each moan and cry from the first officer, adding to his embarrassment. Just as he felt he was going to explode the woman nestling between his thighs lifted her head and left him.

Chakotay's mind raced from one possible way of killing Tom and Harry to another. Just as his aching body began to calm slightly the women changed places and the other now wrapped her mouth round his penis. While her partner now sitting above Chakotay placed her breast over his mouth.

Male instinct? He found himself suckling despite himself. The audience cheered again.

The noise, the taste of the Siggah'n woman's skin, the assault on his manhood. . . Chakotay erupted into the mouth of the woman between his legs and lay motionless, exhausted, spent.

The male audience were now all standing, applauding, shouting at the women, all aroused. All that is except Harry who was wondering just how many ways there was to die at the hands of a Maquis Indian.

The women quietly left the stage and an exhausted Chakotay was released. He half stumbled, half-lunged back to where Tom and Harry were sitting.

"YOU!" He stared at Tom. "You knew this was going to happen."

Tom shook his head. "Not until I saw them heading towards us and then it was every man for himself. Come on, Chakotay. If they had gotten Harry up there he would have had a heart attack."

Harry had his head buried in his hands.

"I'm going to work you two so hard that you are going to wish you had never been born," Chakotay continued.

"Well if that happens, chief, as they say - in for a penny in for a pound. This vid of the show may as well go out on general release for the crew to watch. It would be a pity to waste it." Tom held up a small silver cylinder.

Chakotay was speechless. Paris had done it again. "Three to beam up," he barked when he hit his COM badge.

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Janeway was standing in the transporter room when they materialised,

"Gentlemen, I hope your mission was a success?" She glanced at Chakotay. His clothes were a wrinkled mess and he had red marks over his neck and right cheek.

Tom seen her scrutiny. "Mosquitoes," he said quickly, "or the Siggah'n equivalent of them. They seemed to take a liking to the taste of the Commander. Must be all that vegetarian food he eats."

Janeway raised an eyebrow and stared hard at Tom. "Indeed. I want a full report from the three of you on my desk in the morning."

"Yes Ma am," Tom answered, and Kathryn turned and left the transporter room.

Mosquito bites, she laughed, I know love bites when I see them. I wonder how they will explain the bachelor party in their report?

Back in her quarters Janeway commanded the computer to open a COM link to the Siggah'n ambassador. "Ambassador, my men wish to thank you for your hospitality. And thank you again for letting me know where they were. You were quite right. I do tend to worry about my crew. It was very considerate of you, Janeway out."

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