Disclaimer:  Paramount/Viacom own the Trek Universe and the characters.

This story is set in the hopefully-agrees-with-canon Overloaded Spock

Operator universe.



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It had been Tuvok's idea.  The tussles in the hallways and the knife

fights had begun to get out of hand.  The Maquis/Starfleet crew had not

been tightly stitched to begin with, and the unraveling had become

troublesome.



Tom Paris, who nursed a passion for history behind his flyboy antics,

called it "The Mods and Rockers In Space," which had completely confused

the rest of the senior officers.  Tuvok had looked it up and had not

liked what he found.



So one night, he had called all the Vulcans to him and outlined his

plan.  The next day, they had put it into effect.  For almost two weeks,

the crew walked around in a daze, confused and warmly happy as the

Vulcan little-bonding took hold.  As nerve-fires lit and were

extinguished, as alien heat and strength took choices --who to love, who

to follow, who to sleep with--from them.  The Vulcans wove a web

infinitely complicated and beautiful around the crew, binding Starfleet

and Maquis together in their helpless love of their Vulcan conquerers.

For the Vulcans were united--even those who had been Maquis.  Kaiidith!

What is, is--and they all saw that there would be only trouble if the

crew were not brought together.



Janeway and Chakotay noticed, of course, but they didn't know why this

sudden closeness was happening.  The senior officers had been

left out of the sexual web.  They had to build things on their own, Tuvok

said.  By them we live or die, but we can give them a foundation on

which to build.



But Janeway finally cornered him.  They had been friends for far too

long, and he had been avoiding her.



It happened during a routine report.  She was reading something from a

PADD when she said, "There's a technique known as a Hawaiian Muscle

Fuck."



He jumped.



"Familiar with it?  How about the one Mr. Paris calls the African

Swallow?  Or perhaps the Swedish Bikini GangBang?"



He did not answer.



"What have you been doing to my crew, Tuvok?"



He remained silent.



"It's the little-bonding, I know it is.  I also know it's a security

issue when there are knife-fights in the corridors, and I'm grateful to

you for solving it.  But honestly--"



"It was the only logical way, Captain.  The little-bonding creates

a...deep loyalty and a...love."



She crossed her arms.  "So why do you feel it necessary to hide this

love away?"



"I was not sure you would approve."



"Damn straight I wouldn't approve."  Her eyes softened.  "Not as long as

I'm being left out.  Tell me, have you been doing all the work

yourself?"



"No, Captain.  The other Vulcans have been assisting."



"I see.  And would you...consider...extending the services of your

little sex ring to the senior officers?"



"Is that an order, Captain?"



"Yes, Mr. Tuvok.  It is indeed."  Her hand brushed his chest, his waist,

lower.  "It is indeed."



"I shall take the matter under very serious consideration."  He reached

for her, feeling the desire in her, dropping into the meld--



"That's the way you want it.  So, you get it," she whispered into his

ear.



oh, Kathryn...



And he was lost.



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The End



references for challenge:



Help: "The Ring" and "hide love away"

Monty Python: African swallow

Cool Hand Luke: the bit about wanting it and getting it



also, no pon farr, and a different Vulcan ritual.  ;>



--laura