I would like to thank my SO Stubbly Skirrl [Hi there!] without whom this story would not be possible :) All rights reserved, P'mount owns the characters, but I'm pretty sure they don't want this story ;) ObWARNING: Some of this material may offend some of the more sensitive viewers. Hit 'n' now and avoid being offended. If you're still here - enjoy :) In the Dark of the Night (mf, mm, bdsm, wierd/gothic/vamp, shapeshifter, hologram, real) by Jello Diva ;) Old habits, as the humanoids were fond of saying, died hard. Odos' longest-surviving habit was working to the limits of his abilities. He'd recently fed by sopping up large amounts of radiation from a broken reactor in the lower core, and that always threw his cycle off-kilter, extending his available time for duty. Which, in the new Starfleet Administration, meant paperwork. He'd caught up on that an hour ago, and now Odo was fiddling with various programs he used to save him some of the time that he didn't normally have. At the moment he worked on a program that filled his paperwork in, from personal logs, security logs, and only minimal participation on his part. In between finessing his programs into better shape, Odo watched various individuals over DS9. As always, Quark inhabited one monitor, and as the rest of the criminal populace was currently asleep, another held the image of his love; Kira Nerys. She too, was unable to sleep, lounging on the furniture in her night wear and reading something. Odo paused to watch her change position, her long legs gracing the air. He wanted to touch them, feel her skin against his so *much* that it almost drove him mad. It was torture, watching her from so great a distance, unable to feel her presence, unable to touch her or tell her. He was unable to tell her *anyway*. Odo forced himself back to his programs - or tried to. He was distracted by his own image in one of Quarks' Holosuites. Fascinated, he watched the Ferengi attempting to weasel something out of the Odo-image, then was very much surprised to see Quark strip off his clothing in such a demure way that Odo had to look again. Quark had made sure everything was in place before venturing up to the Holosuites, program chip clutched tight like illegal merchandice. In some respects it was. No-one knew of this perversion of his, it would be unthinkable to let it out that he *liked* submission to males and females alike. Ever since he first knew about Odo, Quark had wondered what it was like to be Had by a shapeshifter. Of course, Odo was unapproachable, as Quark had found out; trying to lure Odo into a Holosuite was like attempting Warp without a ship. This time, however, he would have Odo in there, one way or another. A shiver ran down his spine as he entered the security code that would even lock Rom out of the 'suite. The door swished open, Quark hesitantly entered Odos' office, perfect in every detail; except, perhaps, for the shackles that had been added to the desk. Thinking of what Odo would do with them made Quark shudder all over again, his lobes tingling with anticipation. "You wanted to see me?" he recited. Quark knew this fantasy. He'd dreamed it often while he was writing this program, left in sexual agony because of arousal without fulfilment. Already, he was throbbing, but that didn't matter, here and now. "I know what you're up to /Q'oruk/," Odos' image so easily turned the corruption of his name into an appropriate Ferengi insult, "Using DS9 staff images for your Holosuite porn games. It's going to stop." "But, Odo! My prof-" "It's going to stop *now* or you're going to be punnished. No arguments." "But..." "Fine," the pseudo shape shifter interrupted him again, "If that's the way you want it. Strip. Now." "Odo?" "STRIP!" Barked the image, standing in order to tower over him, "Or do I have to strip you?" _Yes..._ The mental image excited Quark more, but he thought he'd better play along, this first time. Hanging his head, he began to undo his clothing. By the Gods, he wanted this. He was, apparrently, too slow for the Holo-Odos' liking, as Quark felt himself being hoisted up by what remained of his clothing. Even that was stripped off while the image slammed Quark into the shackles on the desk. Quark couldn't stop a moan escaping his throat. He received a blow across his backside, "No *noise*!" Holo-Odo ordered, "Or I'll punnish you further." Quark smiled. Just as he'd imagined. "I wonder what the Grand Nagus would say if he could see you now?" "Odo... you wouldn't *tell* him - would you?" "I said be *quiet*!" Another blow, this time stinging across the pleasure centres of his ears. Quark squealed, at that and the new warmth invading his rear, the pressure there was enough to pleasure, and just short of pain - damn the safety interlocks. The hologram pushed into him just far enough to excite without damaging. "So..." the holographic shapeshifter crooned, "You like this, eh?" The exciting presence withdrew, almost completely. Quark knew the limits of the holodeck, there would be a pause and some form of compromise in order to simulate shapeshifting; the only other way to get the effect right would be to have Odo shapeshift inside a holosuite and record the readings. Extra long arms carressed his lobes, nimble fingers probing and retreating. Just like something else at his other end. Quark closed his eyes, gasping in pleasure combined with the agony of his untouched genitals. The images' member throbbed, just like any humanoids'. Holo-Odo ceased his motions, leaving his organ inside, "You're enjoying this too much," he stated. Quark moaned, heartbeat in his ears and spots dancing in his vision, "...please..." he managed, "finish me..." The caressing fingers suddenly pinched at Quarks' ears, sending wave apon wave of pleasure through him to build on the agony in his groin, "I *told* you to stay *quiet*!" "OH!" Quark wriggled involuntarily. The hologram withdrew his hands to reposition them over Quarks' hips, "Scream if you must," the program sighed, "It won't help." One holographic hand snaked underneath him to run a feather-light touch along the Ferengis' fully engorged penis. Quark took the Holo-Odos' advice. Odo blinked for the third time in as many minutes. Quark *wanted* that? He stopped his voyeurism, turning off his monitors and striding towards Quarks' Place. Doors were no problem, as he could easily slide between metal plates; the problem was seeing the seedy estwablishment abandoned and dark. He was used to battling people to reach those stairs. Ignoring the surreal difference, Odo ascended the stairs to the Holosuites, finding the only suite in use was locked out by a triple-encoded personal lock. Paranoid. Almost as paranoid as he was. It was nothing to him, though, the cracks in the door were all he needed to allow him egress. Quark could barely breathe. Soon, he knew, the safety interlocks would force the image to make him come; *too* soon for his liking. But for now, Odo was fucking him; the delicious mixture of pain and pelasure was his world. Quark whimpered and gasped, writhing - or trying to writhe in Holo-Odos' iron grip. One particualarly brutal thrust made him arch his neck and scream again, gaining a view of the offices' glass door. Something was running down its surface, gathering into a slimy pool. A fault in the program? One of the random instances gone wrong? Or was it a forgotten attempt at a holographic shapeshifter? Quark put his head back down and begged the hologram to finish him. Now. *PLEASE*. "Finish it, Odo!" Quark was screaming, "I can't take it anymore! ...OH!!" Odo almost forgot where he was supposed to *be*. As it was, he couldn't form a humanoid from the shock. Instead, he puddled on the floor of the Holosuite, watching in astonishment as 'he' pumped at Quarks' colon - *into* Quarks' colon. The Ferengi seemed to be enjoying it, though. Odo wondered if it was possible for him to feel pleasure to that extent, though definately not in *those* circumstances. Although, anything that made Quark squirm couldn't be all that bad... Odo drew himself up and began to reform into a humanoid. Quark was halfway to masochists' heaven, his hearts' pounding sent resounding throbs through his entire body. His skin sang with the memory of Holo-Odos' slaps. And always, there was the incessant pumping into his rump, the sweet mix of pleasure, pain and the ultimate act of submission. Quark would have wanted it to go on forever, but the safety locks were there to save him from tachycardia. Holo-Odo sprouted another arm, this time with a blob of jelly instead of a hand, the viscous stuff enveloped his twitching member and began to satiate Quarks' Need. Odo concentrated on forming his body, instead of watching the Ferengi 'get off' as they put it, from an obvious cheap simalcrum of himself. Odo opined that he could pull better programming out of the mass reclamations plants - or the sanitation tubes. He took his time, seeing as Quarks' acts were prolonged, trying to achieve some of the subtleties of the humanoid form. As a result, he was looking his best when it was finally over. "You're a little slut, /Q'oruk/," the program droned as the barkeep whimpered, "You took that like a weak-lobed female." It toured around the desk, almost bumping into its real-life counterpart. Quark followed the program with his gaze, wondering vaguely why there were two of them. One of them looked *very* pissed off. "Computer," other-Odo grated, "Remove the image of Security chief Odo." Quarks' precious hologram vanished. So too did his new-formed erection. _NO! Not *HIM*!_ "Well, Quark," the *real* Odo regarded him with sarcastic fascination, "You have a lot of explaining to do." Quark headbutted the surface of the holographic security offices' desk. _This,_ he realised, _is going to be a tough one._ ____________ 2 He had left the barkeep shackled to the desk. If Quark wanted this, Odo figured, he was going to *get* it, after a reasonable amount of squirming, of course. "So you're telling me," he intoned, "that your greatest fantasy to date, is to be raped by me in my security office." "Oh, yes..." Quark sighed, genitals aroused again. "Mm. How bland." "*What*?!" Quark started in his bonds, "I thought you didn't like coupling." "I just *haven't*," Odo corrected, "there's a difference. That doesn't mean, of course, that I *can't* 'couple'." Quarks' breathing rate increased. "But that doesn't mean I *want* to." "Oh, please," Quark whined, "You don't know how long I wanted this - I'll do anything." "Anything?" "Yes." He was becoming aroused from this. Odo watched with detatched interest, "Anything you say. I need you, Odo." "Even if I want you to delete this program?" Quark wilted. This was fascinating, "Why the program?" "Because after you've - 'had' me, you wouldn't need it, would you?" "But what if I need you again?" "Then you can come to me in person, into my office," Odo moved to whisper into the Ferengis' sensitive ear, "and beg for me there." "...anyone could see..." "Not necessarily. There are hundreds of places on this station that few people know about." he toured clockwise around Quark, noting a few scars here and there; too scared to have the marks from his episodes repaired. Perhaps he would put his own mark on the Ferengi, "There are some only *I* know of, like Gul Hadars' old 'playroom'." Erect again, moaning softly, "Yes... I'll do it. Just take me, *please*." Odo ran a curious finger across the Ferengis' skin. It felt - interesting. The shapeshifter spread his hand along Quark's buttock, causing the barkeep to moan and spread his legs. Ah, yes. *That*. Odo pushed an extension into Quarks' anus, probing. Beaneath Odo, the little barkeep moaned and squirmed, begging for more, trying to move more of himself into Odos' touch. Odo formed more hands to examine Quarks' skin. The more of it he could feel, the better this ordeal seemed to get; probing Quarks' rear was less than pleasurable for Odo. "More," Quark whispered, "please, more..." Odo paused, "More, what?" "More, sir!" Quark twitched and convulsed, "Please, master, I need you inside me..." _Ugh. Disgusting._ Odo sighed and formed more of his substance into his nemesis, the still gellid phallus went in easily, and as soon as he encountered resistance, Odo solidified and expanded a little. Odo had read enough about coupling to know that it depended on friction - shortly before he threw the info-chip across the lab. "Oh..." Quark panted, "Yes..." His pulse rate seemed to be peaking, Odo snaked one of his hands underneath the Ferengi. Fully distended. Another hand began to examine the barkeeps' lobes. Pulse beat increased, his member twitched with it and Quark tried to rock his hips against Odos' static touch. Odo began to withdraw the pseudo-phallic probe, it was quite a length and width, which implied Quark had been Used more than once in his holofantasies. He returned into Quark, who again groaned and begged for more. The pumping action from the Ferengi continued. That must be it, then. Moving his hands against Quarks' skin, Odo began to fulfil the bartenders' every wish. The Constable wanted it over in a hurry, only the texture of Ferengi skin kept him interested in continuing his abuse of the barkeeps' colon. The hand investigating Quarks' ear reformed one finger into a blade, blunt fingers traced around his left ear-ridge until they found a nick in the skin. The blade-didgit cut into the skin, creating a neighbor to the original mark, bathing the hand in Ferengi blood. Quark squealed in pleasure, pressure was probably building in his loins. If Odo didn't begin penile stimulation, it was likely that he'd have a heart attack. That didn't matter to Odo right now. There was something in Quarks' blood that made all his probing and pumping worthwhile. Odo reformed the blade into a didgit, 'tasting' some of it as he shifted. Trace elements, delicious ones so long withheld he'd forgotten how wonderful they were. Odo turned the hand into a shapeless lump against the cut and fed while he stimulated the source. Underneath him, delerious with pleasure, Quark could only scream that he needed to come. Odo finally wrapped a hand around the Ferengi organ and shifted tight around it. It was enough. Ejaculate spurted out and over the simulated desk, some rebounding to strike Odos' stimulating 'hand'. No trace elements, he wasn't interested in absorbing Quarks' 'come'. Odo withdrew, taking in the last drops of Quarks' blood and absorbing it as he reformed as a humanoid. Quark just moaned. "If you want me again, Quark," Odo instructed, "You *must* keep that new scar in your ear. Otherwise all deals are off. I want the program chip for this destroyed and the remnants given to me. Understood?" "Yes, Master." Quark wheezed. "Computer," Odo intoned, "End Program." Quark fell to the floor, insensate. Towards the early morning, Quark managed to crawl far enough to gather his pants from the holosuite floor. The journey was almost too exhausting, definately so if he wanted to put them on. Instead, he draped the garment over his loins and collapsed back to the floor. It would do for now. ____________ 3 Odo was watching when Quark came down from the Holosuites. The shapeshifter hadn't seen such a guilty expression since the Circle incident. No-one else but the Ferengi saw the nod Odo made in his direction. Quark made his way through the crowds with a look that said 'Lunchtime... oh, *boy*...' Odo focussed on the chip in Quarks' left hand, obviously the Ferengi was attempting to be coy, appearing as if he'd just recovered from a good holosex session. The chip passed from hand to hand in Quarks' grasp until it shattered in a collision with another patron. Odo was pleased to note that all the fragments were collected. During their 'normal' banter, the chips' shards ended up on the countertop. Odo only smiled as he collected them, knowing what they meant. Power over Quark. It tasted far much better than his blood. There and then, Odo decided to keep the pieces in a small stasis box, just to leave about and see if it caught Quarks' eye. He hid the fragments on his person while he was on duty for the rest of the day, and when Odo was alone with them, he considered his plans for the Ferengi. Abusing Quark was just an interim scheme to gain power over him; the little bartender could actually get Odo what he wanted most; Nerys. Albeit a holographic simulation of her. A holoprogram to enjoy without recriminations from the real world, or the real Kira, and finally get those agonising feelings out of his system. Yes. That would do. Use Quark as no more than a stepping-stone and laugh when the Ferengi enjoyed it. Quarks' mouth felt dry and full of cotton when he stepped into Odos' office, but he almost swallowed his desscated tongue when he saw the small, clear stasis box and its contents of Holosuite chip fragments. He considered bolting back to his bar, despite the fortnight it had taken him to gather the courage to seek Odo out. That tiny box filled his world. "You wanted something, Quark?" Odo intoned. He managed to tear his gaze away from the stasis box to examine Odos' smooth features, "Uh... I - heard that - someone had found Hadars' playroom." "And you want to see it?" Odo still wore that expression of bored inquiry. "D-don't you rem-member - that n-night?" he pointed to the new scab on his ear ridge. "Of course I do." Odo leaned back in his chair, playing the stasis box through his fingers, "It's just that someone on the Promenade was looking into the office." Odo enjoyed watching Quark turn to look out into the darkened streets of the night-lit Promenade, searching for an unknown foe. In short, he lived to see Quark squirm. The Ferengi turned back, "No-one's out there now, Odo - please; I - I need you again." "So soon?" "Well... now that you're - uh - available..." "*Quark!*" *That* made him jump, "What makes you think I'm here for *your* enjoyment? If you want me to fuck you, you're going to have to give me something in *exchange*." "But you don't *want* anything." "What gave you *that* idea?" Quark bit his lip, "Name it, I'll arrange it. I'll spare no - ex-x- expense." "I want that Kira program you wrote." "But it's corrupted." "*Fix* it." Odo smiled visciously, this made most of it worth his while, "And let me have nights with her in one of your holosuites - free." Quarks' expression at that word was priceless. Worth every instant of Odos' previous ordeal. Quarks' face paled further, "That'll take a w-week to arrange..." "Arrange it. The come back to me, with the chip," Odo flipped the stasis box, again, "intact. After that, you can enjoy five days in Hadars' playroom." "Wh-why f-f-ive?" "Because I intend to make you *wait*." Odo snarled, relishing this role, "And anticipate what I might do with you there. Now get out." Quark scurried back to the Promenade, more frightened of what Odo might do to him if he stayed than what *may* happen if he was caught rewriting the Kira program. All he could do was hope this wasn't some sort of set-up, and that Odo really *had* found the old 'playroom' of Gul Hadar. It was going to be an agonising week. At least he had the time to tell people that he was on a secret mission or something. Five days later... It had been surprisingly easy to fix the Kira program, as if someone had sabotaged it in the first place. Quark ran a test session, just to be sure. All of 'Kira' was there, all but begging for sexual interaction. "Computer," Quark intoned, "Exit program." Time to pay his 'dues'. The chip was easily hidden in a jacket pocket, and, after a few moments' attention to detail, Quark was ready to risk being seen on the Promenade. He fed again, in preperation for the wait, Quarks long 'absence' had been explained by 'secret' business with some made-up alliance - or perhaps it was real, who knew? Quark had simply told Rom, who turned it into Station Gossip. Apparrently this alliance dealt in pleasure - the equivalent of a Hot Weekend. Odo watched his monitors, touching the image of Nerys before de-activating that screen. _Soon,_ he promised himself, _soon I'll reward myself with her touch, 'Business' before 'pleasure'._ "I - have that m-merchandise ready," Quark stammered. Odo turned off the last monitor, raising his gaze to steadily meet Quarks' timid one. "Give it to me." The chip exchanged hands. Odo slotted it into a Reader and scanned the code. Perfect. The Ferengi hadn't attempted to cheat. Lockouts were pre-installed in the program, ensuring none could barge in. "Now - the playroom?" "You don't ask the questions here, Ferengi." "Yessir." Odo slid the chip inside a 'pocket' where it was soon hidden in his being, then keyed open the left-side door, pointing the way. Quark obliged, heading for the threshold. It was very simple work to render him unconscious. ____________ 4 Quark woke to the feel of cold air on his skin. All of it that wasn't bound with leather. He risked opening his eyes to find himself in a Prisoners' Harness. One designed to reduce struggle. "Odo?" Quark risked, searching the darkness for his outline "Are you in here?" He was answered by the sharp sting of birch across his back, and acute pain across his calves. "One misdemeanor," said a familar voice. "Odo! I thought you'd left me!" The birch struck again, four times, "*Two* misdemeanors. You're quite rebellious, Ferengi." At last, Odo came into sight, still the same Odo he knew, but his manner had - changed somehow, "Do you know what I *do* to rebellious Ferengi?" "No?" Quark squeaked. Eight times, "*Three* misdemeanors!" Odo paused, flexing the rod in his hands, "I have plans for you, Ferengi. Special plans." Now Quark had it - Odo was working from a script. That lead to some hideous thoughts; had Odo been witness to sessions in this very playroom? Had he been the victim? The Master? Odo ran a finger down his spine, crossing more than a few fresh weals along its journey. Quark tried to struggle - pointless, tried to move into the shapeshifters' touch - futile. His member was erect again, demanding a touch or at the very least, some attention. He could feel Odo near it, then pull away; Quark jumped and struggled against his bonds. Odo laughed. A nasty sound in the gloom. Adrenolin ran laps through his system, but fear only hightened his exitement. Even Odos' cold, steady gaze refused to wilt it. Odo dissappeared from view, tracing the almost-network of marks along the way. Remembering the exponential strikes from the birch, Quark tried to remain silent, that is, until he felt a phallus enter him. Sixteen weals later, it was in, and Quark was panting from exhertion, sweating. >Snop< The phallus started vibrating. "Damn you Odo!" Quark screamed in spite of himself, "I wanted *you*! If I wanted a toy I would've played with myself!" Thirty-Two stinging new welts taught him to keep quiet. "Just because you're spending five days here doesn't mean I'm going to *service* you. You're going to be left alone for long times. Get used to it and enjoy your *toy*." Odo dissolved into liquid and vaulted into a crack in the ceiling. Quark used his absence to scream without fear of 'misdemeanors'. Odo held the chip inside Aside-space as he slithered through the ventilation tunnels towards Quarks' Holosuites. There were just twelve hours left of Bajoran Night. Odo hoped it was enough. He had read of accounts of couplings that had lasted hours apon end - such as the one he had planned for Quark. Just one night with Nerys. One night to cherish in his memories, to keep as his own without anyone taking it from him. One night to live a dream before going back to reality. It was worth any amount of time with Quark. Odo reached the end of the ventilation pipes at Quarks Bar, second floor. Odo made a beeline for the Holosuites, one of which had been left operational, waiting for a program. Chip in place, door locked, Odo slid through the cracks again, reforming on the other side. Veils and fabric swayed in the simulated breeze. Odo knew that at the centre of this nest of drapery, his souls' desire was waiting for him. Quark struggled against the leather straps, calling for a shapeshifter that wasn't there, wondering if this wasn't a test and whether he was going to get the flogging of his life when Odo reappeared from the ceiling. Then it occured to him. The Program! Odo was probably going through entirely too imaginable pleasures with a simulated Kira that *he'd* helped reconstitute. Quark cursed. He cursed his luck, he cursed Odo, he cursed his lust and he cursed the station and cursed the tech that installed those holosuites in the first place. Then he started cursing again. Breathless by this invectory, he sagged, relaxing into as close a state of stupor as he could get. In the process, he realised that the vibrator up his ass was rigged to the straps. It had moved a fraction of an inch. He tensed and the buzzing phallus entered again. Tense, relax; tense, relax; it was better than being left dangling with minimal stimulation. ____________ 5 Odo pushed aside the last diaphenous wisp, just seeing her draped apon the bed was heaven. She appeared to be asleep, but not peacefully, and not disturbed by nightmares either... what could explain her soft moans and changes of position on the bed? _*Oh*..._ She 'awoke', "I've been waiting for you," 'Nerys' purred, "come to me." Quark had done his work well. Everything was 100% realistic - except for the words coming from her mouth, and maybe the expression of love in her eyes. _Just to *touch* her..._ A thousand fears galloped through his mind, pursued by hundreds of doubts. _I am *not* Odo'ital anymore! I am *ME*,_ "Oh, Nerys..." He sighed, crawling across the bed to reach her, "I love you. I need you." There. Said. Odo dared to touch her hand. Skin against skin, so wonderous. 'Nerys' drew him closer, as if reeling him in like a prize catch. She positioned his arm about her waist, then she kissed him. Slow and sensuous. The real Major would never touch him like this. Wasn't that why he was here, betraying his only friend behind her back? No. She was here. With him. That *had* to be all that mattered. Odo moved to embrace her, to feel her against him. The program sighed and caressed him in turn, easing her long, bare legs across his. "Take me, Odo," she whispered, "I've been waiting for you so long..." Absorbed by the lie, Odo smiled and eased a hand up her thigh, sliding under the shirtlike garment she wore and raising its hemline as he continued moving up to her chest. If he'd thought the touch of her would be enough, Odo now knew he was wrong. The sussuration of her against him was pleasure; he could be with her forever and never get enough. Tonight would have to be all the real experience he would get, or he couldn't live with himself afterwards. She wore no underwear beneath the shirt, and she soon stripped the garment off herself. Naked, she continued to fondle him, and tell him of her needs. Her pleasure meant more for him than just using her like a toy, so Odo began to oblige. Odo explored her skin, shapeshifting so he could touch it *all*. He spread across her body like a living tide, maintaining a humanoid body as he moved his hips to meet hers. "Yes," 'Nerys' murmured into his ear, "take me, please." He formed part of himself to explore her most sensitive folds. She was already hot, and leaking a fluid that just happened to excite him further. Odo leaned his hips against hers, reveling in the touch of clitoris, labia and vagina. The sweet moisture she exuded surrounded him, urged him on. 'Nerys' was urging him on, in conjunction with her body, writhing in his living substance and crying out his name. Which meant he *had* to be doing this right! Her thrashing seared his hormones, demanded he take action Now, and mate with her. Odo couln't be as brutal as his instincts demanded. It would displease 'Nerys'. It could harm her. In defense of this notion, he shifted some of his weight on her to hold her body in place. Not exactly still, but immobile enough to slow down his bodys' demands for a quick, brutal mating. This was his only night with Her. He had to fulfil her needs first. He pushed more of himself into the core of her wetness, filling her, expanding until he exerted gentle pressure against her tender, inner skin. "Prophets," 'Nerys' groaned, "I never thought there was *anyone* who could get that big..." "There is now, beloved," he murmured back, into her ear. His instincts demanded he do something with her, his own ethics bade him tell her, "I - I want to - make you pregnant..." "*Go* for it." It wasn't just a want - it was a *need*. Odo began to ripple himself against her, washing over and through her like a sentient wave. He explored her vagina, exciting its walls until he touched the cervix. When she was ready for him, she would let him know. He concentrated on the areas that caused the most reaction, either by making her convulse within him, or by contractions of her vagina around him, and the production of more delicious liquid that made him burn to mate with her. He had to *wait* until her body accepted him, until she drew him inside to meet with her egg, to fertilise it and help it nest in her womb. Already he could feel a building pressure inside his body, a substance that he *had* to pour into her. When she was ready for it. Only then. Her body shook and 'Nerys' cried out his name over and over again. Her cervix dipped into him, drawing him up into her core. In his current state, he couldn't stretch his substance to find the tiny cell. Only by successive orgasms could he reach it. At least this first one had brought enough of him inside to explore the womb. He made 'Nerys' climax again, unable to stop his tidal movements all over her body. At last, there, cruising towards him as if it had all the time in the world to be fertilised, was her egg. Odos' substance seized it, bringing his gamites to meet hers. He held them together until the cell divided, then released it into its proper place. Gods. If this was what it was like all the time, he didn't want to stop. He had to. The real Major Kira would murder him several times over for this sort of behaviour, and be perfectly justified for doing so. The real Major Kira didn't belong with these memories, but he couldn't stop her invading his thoughts. Withdrawing with all due care, Odo reformed into his usual humanoid, and told the hologram what he'd just done. The real Kira, he knew, would have killed him for it. -- In the Dark of the Night (mf, mm, bdsm, wierd/gothic/vamp, shapeshifter, hologram, real) by Jello Diva ;) 6 Quark was in quite a state when Odo finally returned, tensing and slumping rythmically in his bonds, almost to the point of obsessive compulsion. He didn't recognise Odo until the shapeshifter actually touched him. "Please," Quark begged, "I need *you*." Odo reached for the birch, "Six misdemeanors," he placed Sixty-four new marks crisscrossing the Ferengis' back. Quark actually arched into the blows, groaning. "That hologram of yours was right, Ferengi, you *are* a little slut." _Ironic,_ Odo noted, _I've played opposite ends of the scale before, but never like *this*._ Odo moved to the object of the Ferengis' attention, removing the rigged straps. Quark took a moment or two to realise his movements weren't working anymore. Intruiging. Odo itched to absorb the few drops of blood oozing from those crosshatches down Quarks' spine. He forced himself to wait, to savour every second of this. _I'm sounding like a Cardassian. *Prophets*..._ He yanked the occupation-era sex toy from the bartenders' backside, and gave his victim one hundred and twenty-eight blows for his seventh 'misdemeanor'. By the end of it, Quark was shuddering and fighting his bonds, not from need to escape, but from need of sex. Odo grumbled under his breath and finished it for him. There was no need for the tender contact he'd just shared with the holographic 'Nerys'; no requirement at all to spoil that dream with this reality. Odo just formed an arm into a perpetually shifting anal probe then stimulated his victims' penis. A third hand grew to slice open one of the marks on Quarks' back and fill Odo with as much blood as he could take. Quark came, screaming incoherently. This is what he wanted, what he wished for. He was unconscious in an instant, still moaning in pleasure/pain. Odo reformed, absorbing all the Ferengi blood he'd taken. Life fluids. It was then that he realised that he'd have to feed Quark. But that didn't mean it had to be enjoyable. Odo unhitched the Ferengis' arms, letting them dangle. Within Quarks' grasp, Odo placed a table, on the table, a datapadd and a container. _See what he makes of *that*._ Odo surveyed the Promenade from his seat at the Replimat. Across from him, Major Kira chewed on something called a /Pecanut Pie/ while pretending to read a datapadd. "You should relax, Constable," she told him, grinding away at the Pecanuts, "Quark's away on business. Enjoy yourself a little." "I suppose I'm not used to it," Odo admitted, "Just like you." "You're not going to let me forget that are you? Just because Dr. Bashir *precribed* a break for me..." Odo smiled, "Actually, Major, I suppose I'm just waiting for proof of my theory." "Theory?" "If Quark's removed from the station, something worse will move in." "And you plan to be ready?" "Yes? Shouldn't I?" Major Kira snorted. "I think *you* aught to get a prescribed holiday from our good doctor." "I don't think so." "Oh? And why *not*? You're the only person here who *needs* a holiday more than any of these Federation-" "*Hello*, Commander," Odo interrupted focefully before Kira could put her foot in her mouth, "What brings you here?" "A Gamma Quadrant ultimatum from the Somod'm," he answered. "I can't say I've heard of them..." "Neither can I, Constable. They claim to have a powerful virus that's kept the Dominion off their backs - and they knew about the wormhole before we did." "That's odd... why haven't they tried to contact Bajor?" Kira asked, gnawing at the crust. "Because they percieve Bajor as a threat." Sisko replied. "A *threat*?! Ha! Wish we were," she swigged at her coffee. "It's all right here," Sisko handed the padd to Odo. He scanned the pages, "They *say* they've been watching us from the wormhole and seen our 'might' against the Dominion... If what they're saying is true, the Somod'm could be a powerful ally," he read further, "They're threatening to unleash this weapon on us unless this station sends - and I quote, 'The Bajoran and the Changeling, red and tan,' We're to be Envoys, Major." "That's a change," she stated, reading over Odos' shoulder, "How long have we got?" "It doesn't say. We're to take one of our 'smaller vessels' - must be a runabout, and follow this course at impulse." "That'll take *weeks*." "I think that's the point," Sisko informed, "They watch us, so they would want to see everything you do." "Oh, *great*." Kira griped, "Voyeurs." Odo huffed a laugh, "Well, Major," he smirked, "Looks like we'll be taking that holiday." She glared at him. "I have to clear a few things up before we go," Odo told them, heading straight for his office. Quark had no idea how long he'd been out, and was puzzled by the table. One datapadd holding the text, "You may talk with your arms unbound," and one food container that held something vile. Quark threw it across the room. Hours later, when the hunger began to gnaw at him, he discovered a secondary message on the padd. "Enjoy your meal. It's all you get till I return." No time log, no chrono, no indication of when Odo would return. Quark searched for catches or a lock to pick. Anything to get him out of the harness. "Trying to escape is a misdemeanor, Ferengi," Odo told him, "But I'm bored with you; I don't have the time for these games." "Wha-?" Quark managed, "Didn't I please you?" Odo snorted, fiddling with a lock between the barkeeps' shoulderblades. His bonds slackened, then undid completely. "Thre only thing that pleased me was watching you *squirm*." Quark remained as he had fallen, wheezing in shock, _Why did he agree to this? Oh, Gods, what if this is blackmail?_ "Here are your clothes and a communicator. Tap on it twice and you activate a program that transports you back to your quarters. If you don't leave, you'll starve," Odo leaked into a wall and was gone. Quark slowly picked himself up; cataloguing aches as he went. The last set of marks that Odo had put there burned and stung as he struggled with his shirt. He barely paid attention to the harnesses, rods, whips and playthings left about like artifacts in an ancient tomb for a psychotic. Hadars' last resting place. Quark remembered hearing that Bajoran revolutionaries had sealed the place after they had killed him in the midst of one of his 'games'. The Ferengi wondered if the old despots' remains were still around. Fighting with his jacket, Quark toured the room. There, upside-down in wall shackles, were the mummifying remnants of Gul Hadar. The Bajorans hadn't liked him very much. Quark tipped an imaginary hat at him, "Well, Gul; I, at least, enjoyed my stay here in your playroom." _I enjoyed the show,_ whispered a voice in his head, _that shapeshifter fellow is more talented than I thought._ Quark hit the comm badge twice, not even daring to think about what had just happened. As soon as his quarters materialised around him, Quark tore the comm badge off his jacket, trying to examine the workings of the signaller. It burned his hand; he dropped the thing, watching it char into a blackened patch on the floor. So. That was that. The End... Quark refused to believe this to be the end of their relationship. But after what Odo had said... It had to be some kind of trick, a power game. Or the absolute, utter truth. His clothing felt uncomfortable around him, sticky and hot and rough. Quark stripped again, heading for the bathroom. A nice, hot shower would clear away the aches, at least. The luxurious stream soothed his muscles, but made his back *burn* so. Dizzy with the change of temperature, Quark sat in the tub, watching the colouring water swirl into the drain. Colouring? Quark observed the whorls in confusion, wondering what was wrong with the water. ____________ 7 Rom had jumped at the tiny alarm. Someone had broken into *his* brothers' rooms. Quark would not be pleased when he came back from his 'business trip' and found his home had been burgled. Attempting to be Brave, Rom picked up a bat'leth he kept for just such occaisions and, wielding it like a club, ventured after the burgler. Funny burgler. He just left a pile of Ferengi clothing and the shower on. Or maybe the crook was taking a shower. Rom crept closer to the door, psyching himself up to hit whoever it was without staining the carpet and getting his brother upset with him. He rounded the corner to encounter- His brother, wet and bleeding, looking **awful**... What had *happened*? "'Zat you, Rom?" croaked Quark, "Put down th' bat'leth... w'ur friends... aren't we?... 'm sorry, Rom..." his shadowed eyes closed and his breathing slowed. "Brother!" Rom howled, wasting vital seconds trying to wake him, "*Broth*-**er**!" The Thames cruised through the Gamma Quadrant at something close to light speed. Major Kira Nerys stopped fooling with the scanner settings and journeyed into the back to find out what Odo was doing. He was misting that plant she'd given him in the manner of one precisely following precise instructions to achieve precise results. In this occaision, the result in question was the luxurious growth. There wasn't a better cared-for plant in the history of Bajor. "Are you trying to set a record with that thing or what? I know a few Starfleet Admirals who get less attention than that potplant." Odo chuckled, putting the mister down to consult his instructions, gave the pot an eighth-turn counter clockwise to adjust the lighting and checked for spot mould, "I guess I'm just - gaining an appreciation for gardening, Major," he placed the Datapadd and tools into a Reserved Spot. "Besides, it's a Gift." Kira smiled at him, "well, at least *you* have something to do." "You didn't bring anything?" "Just books to read." Odo tilted his head at hear, searching for answers. "Don't worry, I'll probably go through whatever you brought and drive you beserk." "Somehow, I doubt that, Major," Odo smiled, he probably had something up his sleeve. "Will my brother be all right?" Rom asked for the umpteenth time. "It's just blood loss," Bashir assured. Pity Quark had taken a shower, otherwise he could have identified the assailant, "Do you have any idea who could have done this?" "The Iidaak... if he wandered into the wrong district." Bashir stared down at Rom in puzzlement, "What?" "Some districts are *very* strict about - uh... ree-sip-row-cal pleasures. If the visitor fails - *anything* can happen." "In that case, remind me to stay away from Iidaak," Bashir murmured. "Stay away from Iidaak," warned Rom obligingly. Bashir groaned and reached for the healer; it was going to be a *long* day. It became an undercurrent in Kiras' morning meditations. Feel the flow of her Pagh. Breathe. Centre. Breathe. Relax. >ch-clack< Odo picks up his padd of plant care instructions. >pfft... pfft... pfft< the mister. >scrape< one-eighth turn. >pfft... pfft< Breathe. >pfft< Centre. >ch-clack< padd down. The hum of a replicator producing a few low-yield fetiliser tablets. >scr... scr... scrtch< digging in the tiny losenges into the potting mix. Breathe. >fsh... scrtch... fsh-fsh< re-levelling the soil. Centre. >pfft... pfft< "You missed a spot," Kira murmured. "Mm?" Odo queried, "Ah." >pfft< "Thank you, Major." Centred. Kira smiled. Odd how the soft sounds of someone doing something helped her soothe her Pagh. Odo would watch her meditate, wishing he could understand the Bajoran religion. It was one of those things you had to grow up with, not glean partial information from random sources. She was *so* beautiful. Sitting there calm and serene. Odo would shake himself out of his trance and care for his plant. His first gift received. Quark ached, regardless of Bashirs' ministrations. The memory of the things Odo had done... ached more. There was only one way to dissolve that kind of ache, return to the Holosuites. No program Quark had on file could remedy this need. He needed Odo; but Odo was gone. Solution; create another Holo-Odo, an improved version. Submissive. Controllable. **His**. And different enough to bypass Odos' Rules. He didn't sleep much, that night, searching through his holosuite databases for records of shapeshifting. The adjusting duplicate files for the correct persona, the right bodily dimensions, sex, preferences, etc. It would take days to refine, but it was a start. Kira tossed aside volume half a million (or at least, it felt that way) of Starfleet Rgulations. Odo was seated at the table, looking serene enough to murder for it. On the table was a holoprojector with a globe of shifting clolours. "I didn't know you meditated," Kira whispered. "I don't," Odo replied, full voice, "It's a puzzle, Lieutenant Dax lent it to me. The goal is to achieve a solid colour." it turned all blue. Odo smiled. Green. Violet. Red. Orange. Yellow, "Ha. That's the trick." "Dax is gonna be *pissed*." "Oh? Why?" "She's been working on that for hundreds of years." "Oops... Well... I - guess she hadn't got the trick." "Trick?" "The trick is to *become* the colour - mentally, of course." "*What*?" "Fill your senses with it," Odo tried to explain, "Think like a colour." "How the hell does a *colour* **think**?" "Like a colour," Odo replied in confusion, "It's like one of those Earth things - Zen." "**Oh**," Kira nodded and smiled, "You know that tells me absolutely **nothing**." Odo sighed, downcast, "I wish I could explain it to you, Major. It's - a way of thinking... guess I must be used to it or something..." then, as if something occured to him, "Did I - disturb your reading?" "Hell, no." She swung down from her bunk, "I guess I was so bored I got into Starfleet Regs... You're a *welcome* interruption." There were, Kira noticed, a great many padds on the table, "What'd you bring?" "You should've been a Prophet," Odo smirked, then gestured at the piles, "Puzzles, mind games. Diversions from most known space." "Why not a good book?" "I read them all," Odo shrugged, "Literature isn't my Forte, and - I remember everything I read." "Ouch..." "*OW*!" Quark sucked his singed fingers, "Forget the safety interlocks," he muttered, "this program aught to be good enough with them." >Enter when ready,< the computer burbled. The doors hissed open, and there inside was Gul Hadars' playroom. Minus the corpse of the old Cardassian, of course, and with pillows, lights and - something extra. In the centre of the pillows' main pit, a figure slowly stood. Her hair was simple enough, as were her features - blurred, as if she hadn't quite got faces 'down' yet. "Lord Quark..." she murmured, head bowed, posture demure, "I am yours," a shift of silk and she was there in front of him, kneeling at his feet. Quark turned her face up to him, "Have no fears, Odirah, I won't - hurt you." Odos' eyes stared back at him from her face, "As you wish, Lord Quark." He guided her long frame back into the nest she'd come from, hands already investigating her body. This was what he should have done all along - forget about Odo and the pleasures he gave. Control was a far better aphrodisiac for this sort of thing. He bit her instead of kissing, his teeth left no impression on her changeling skin. Odirah had no blood, and therefore couldn't bleed. A pity. Quark had wondered what shapeshifter blood would have tasted like. If he wanted to, he could beat her like Odo had beaten him. 'Better to give than receive' - Hah! Quark knew that letting Odirah have her way with him would be far better than mere torturing. She was begging for him. Quark fumbled out of his pants and drove himself into her, savouring the feel of the writhing flesh surrounding him. Yes. This *was* what he needed. ____________ 8 He needed to tell her. He needed her. Whenever sat to meditate or eat, Odo would watch her discretely, admiring her beauty and her power. Not to mention a great deal of things he daren't even touch - save in his dreams. The dream nearest reality bothered Odo the most, mainly because of its effects on him. Odo felt a near instinctive compulsion to guard 'his' mate, to cherish and help nurture a child he *knew* wasn't there in reality. Sometimes it just manifested as an ache to just hold her close to him. Stupid Odo'ital! Who would *want* him? Odo would then turn and fuss over his plant, or play with some stupid puzzle Bashir had unearthed from Starfleet Archives. Or just gnaw at his own self-hatred so deep in his mind that it didn't show. Quark screamed in combined pleasure/pain. Odirah was at her best, black leather graced her body instead of white silk. Primarily, Quark had chosen it for a personality indictator, to let him know what to anticipate, secondly because the creak of leather let him know where she was, and, yes, there was an element of fetish involved. More than an element. An obsession. Since the holographic whips only stung, and didn't leave a mark, Quark violated Odirahs' 'misdemeanors' frequently and with joy. At long last, she was pleased with his state, and slowly oozed over his body. Quark yawped in shock at the feel of it. This was beyond any pleasures he had ever known. *This* is what he could have had with Odo. He was bothered by the dream now, this close this often to Major Kira. Odo wanted so *much* to touch her it hurt. She could never love him. Or so the Founder had said; Odo was starting to believe those words. Through all this time, Kira had been a valued friend, *that* was more important than his stupid infatuation. But the feel of her was wonderful in the dream... The touch of her hair... Odo forced himself to focus on this task. Focus on calculating the right frequency to shield The Thames from the ion storm they were approaching. Major Kira, sleeping aft, would be protected throughout her much needed rest. There. Just in time. The Thames only vibrated briefly at the initial encounter with the storm. Odo allowed a smile. Quark didn't want to think of the Holosuites. His pleasures with Odirah had been good enough, but - something was lacking. An extra sting to the whips, maybe the dizziness of blood loss, perhaps even the anticipation of the Constables' rare touch. Odirah was boringly predicatable. Her randomness wasn't random enough, her brutality negligable, her torture lackluster. In short, she wasn't *Odo*. Quark tried to write better random events, more visciousness. He even 'revived' old Gul Hadar and made him and Odirah partners in brutality. No good. He needed Odo. Odo hesitated, gazing on Kiras' face as she slept. There was no other way. He tapped on the rim of the sleeping cublicle. "Major?" he tried. "Murnh?" "We're there," Odo informed, "At the Somod'm Homeworld." "All right," she yawned, struggling out of bed, "Jus' lemme ge' ready, willya?" Odo was painfully aware that her nightshirt had ridden up to her floating rib. He cleared his throat and stared upwards at the suddenly interesting ceiling pattern. "*What*?" "Let me know when you're - presentable," Odo managed. "What do you care? I thought you were immune." Odo cleared his throat again, eyes tracing a minute fault line. "All right, all right..." the shift of fabric against skin. "There, I'm decent." He checked. It would pass, but he'd arrested some people showing less leg for indecent exposure, and told her so. "You're such a *prude*," she dragged a hand through her hair, "I'll get dressed after breakfast. Deal with it." Odo dealt with it. Then tried contacting the Somod'm while Kira dressed. No response across the board. He even tried radio. Nothing. Scan for lifeforms - nil. But there was evidence of an advanced civilisation, and heavy nuclear residue. Odo could feed and be content for months on the rads floating around on that planet. Judging by the crater-pocks, it wasn't an exterior attack. The Somod'm had suicided. "Major..." "Yah?" She came to the bridge, wrestling with her jacket, "What is it?" "Looks like we came all this way for nothing." "Fine. Send a message to the station about this and that we're on our way--" Something hit the ship, powering through the hull and entering the Runabout in a matter of seconds. Odo only got a glance at the thing before it exploded vile gass everywhere. "Don't breathe!" He warned, clamping a hand over her face. A furious search for the emergency medkit so he could shove an oxygen mask onto her face, then an equally hurried overdrive of the air filters. The air was clean. Quick sweep for contaminants - nil. Check of the hull shielding - fine. Sweep for extra biologicals... "Oh, Prophets..." he whispered. "What is it?" "We've been infected, Major." ____________ 9 "Emergency beacon," Kira ordered, unaware of how soon the virus would act, "Activate quarantine warnings. Send to the station and get us there ASAP." "Warp drive was damaged." Odo murmured. "Okay, let's get moving and send. Meantime, I'll see what Starfleet put in the emergency medical kits. Hope this bug doesn't act quick." Word was that the Somod'm were a washout, but had laid a trap for their 'Envoys', Odo and Kira. Both had been infected by some genetically engineered virus. Quark couldn't believe it. Bashir would come up with something to save them both. He had to... The station couldn't do without them. *He* couldn't do without them. Odo could feel his mind slipping, and riged a constant monitor so Bashir could be continuously apprised of the situation. Kira had fallen into a fevered delirium, leaving Odo to care for her. He took more care than he did with her plant. Odo couldn't tell how much she'd remember, so he never treated Kira with disrespect. He never did that anyway. It was so hard keeping ideas in his head, they slipped away like so much smoke. He thought he heard ships coming to rescue them. The Founders offering a cure if he returned. "Not going back with you Changelings," he told the phantoms, "Who'll look after Nerys? Make you all sick, anyway... better if I died..." "Odo," said Bashirs' voice out of the ether, "Let them help. Their medicine is years ahead of Starfleet. Put down your shields." Had to do what Bashir said. Bashir knew more about medicine than Odo dared learn. Having shields down saved energy useful for medical technology. Technology that had helped Nerys already. Three individuals appeared. Bashir, the female Founder and - someone from the Borg? No, the skin was all different... "No!" Odo wailed, "Get out! You'll get sick!" "We've been immunised," Bashir informed, "But I have to tell you, the cure's rather nasty." "Help Nerys first," Odo instructed, "I'm not leaving here," He lead them to the aft section, where Kira rested under a fever control blanket. Odo blinked hard, trying not to confuse the images. She was dead. She was several months pregnant. She was fine. She was fevered. Odo settled on that last one. The borg-like Dominion medtech zeroed in and gave her a hypospray. Nerys screamed. Odo wanted to charge in and save her from whatever agony she was in, but the Founder stopped him. "No, Odo. This will cure her." "She hurts," Odo moved to Nerys' side, trying to soothe her hurt away, "Shhh, shh... hush... *please*?" "Feels like fire," she managed, "Remind me never to get this bug again." "You won't... They have a cure... and shots," Odo told her, "You'll be all right. It's fine. Has to be... has to be..." The medtech was scanning her, "Seems to be working," it reported, "Although I can't be sure she won't relapse. Better give over the immunaisation formula, do a sweep again. Flakkin' Somod'm... thank the Gods they destroyed themselves. Okay, Sir... it's your turn." "Nerys OK?" "Yessir, she'll be fine. It's your turn, Sir." Still groggy and hot from her cure, Kira stood from the table where she'd been put, "You have to be cured, too, Odo. Come on. Lie down, here," she patted the bedroll. Shy, almost as if he were afraid, Odo did as instructed. He seemed to have reverted to his pre-constable persona while calling her 'Nerys' all the time. It was very likely he was delerious. "Hold him down," The Medtech instructed, "He's going to struggle like hell," then, to Odo, "This - is going to hurt, Sir." It leaned on an arm and administered the Hypo. Mora was back. And Guls Hadar and Noxx. Visions from horrific pasts and old nightmares come to life. Even Garak was there, torturing him again. He burned! Fire welled up and overcame his body, he felt as if he were going to burst into flames at any second. "Don't fight, Odo," Garak soothed, "it's going to be over, soon." "No!" He managed, steam spewing from his body, "It burns! Make it *stop*! I'm *not* going *back*..." Pain cut off all further words. Odo screamed inarticulately, tensed once, twice, then sagged into the bedding, "...nerys..." he whispered. "Poor child," the Founder murmured. The Medtech busied itself setting up some kind of hammock. "He can rest in this without coming to further harm... If you would move him, Ma'm?" Kira realised it was talking to the Founder, who lifted Odo as if he were a baby. She looked to Bashir; he was just as confused. "We - only want what's best for him," the Founder explained. "Is that why you threw him away?" "Kira!" Bashir pleaded, "Our *lives* are at stake, here." "No. The solid female is correct." The Founder had gentled since their last encounter, "Our great Test is also our great shame." "And Odo showed you that?" "His loyalty is - something we didn't expect." "Must be a bad habit he picked up from us 'solids'," Kira griped, "What about the others you sent out? Any of them returned?" "Not for good," she whispered. "What?" Bashir whispered in turn. "Three. So far. Three young ones came back, but - none of them joined the Link... One even accused us of murdering har 'family'... It's as if they owe more to these solids than to *us*." The Founder brushed a pseaudo-hand gently against Odos' face, "We can only ask why..." "Maybe they figure they better stay with the loyalties they know." The Founder stopped gazing down at Odo to stare at Kira, "Perhaps. I - must return. You will care for him, won't you?" Kira nodded. "Distribute the immunisation crates. Analyse their replicator technology and make the necessary adjustments," the Founder ordered. "Yes, Ma'm," the medtech scurried to its work. The station was immunised, followed by Bajor, then all known Federation civilisations. Plans were made to distribute the vaccine further, trade carried out. Mysteries pondered. It wasn't exactly a truce, as far as Starfleet understood it; more an unexplained benevolence on the part of the Founders. The more cynical minds figured that the Federation was likely to infect the Dominion all over again if they weren't immunised against it, so the Dominion acted solely in its own interests. Theories came and went, but they were, after all, theories. Finally cleared by Doctor Bashir, Odo resumed his Work. As usual, Starfleet had made a mess of the place in his absence. Odo allways had to pick up after Starfleet; at least *this* time that fool Eddington had left some reports bucking for some "commendations" for him. Well, *one* Starfleeter knew value when they had to do without it. One by one, Odo sorted out each problem left to him. Quark couldn't do without any longer. He'd waited until the Promenade was closed before hesitantly treading the path to Odos' door. He looked awful. Pale and rangy, near bone-thin. Even his uniform looked bleached and spare; but Odo still wrestled with his work as if he were born to it. "Odo?" Quark risked. Odo only moved his eyes, "What?" Not a query, more an order. "Um... let me be among the first to welcome you back to your rightful place-" "Save the speaches." Quark sighed, "Well... seeing as you've been cleared for duty..." "I *just* got out of Medical, Quark," Odo grated, resuming his work, "Now what does that suggest to *you*? Hm?" "But - you're working late." "I've been feeding more often. Bashir has a marvellous array of isotopes and such," his tone was almost conversational, "In a few minutes I should head back to my quarters. Get a good nights' rest for a change." "But... Odo..." "Hm?" "I - can't rest. Not without you." "Oh, come off it, Quark." Odo growled, "Since when is a regular beating a prerequisite for sleep?" "The most intense moments I've ever had were with you! The pleasure was unbelievable... please, Odo, I *need* you." "Not this week." Odo winced, "In fact, not this month. I'm tired, Quark. Weak. *Ill*. Go satiate your "needs" with that Odirah program of yours." Quark squeaked. "There's very little that escapes my attention, Quark." "But Odirah isn't *you*." "Tough." Odo began to shut up his office, "You made her that way. Now run along or get locked in here. Quark slunk back to his Holosuites, feeling vile and tainted. What he needed was a good whipping. Odirah was only too happy to oblige - he'd made her that way. Predictable, pliable, obliging, tame. Dull. Dull. Dull. Even the Odo-break-in routine was too pat. Lifeless. Without any of the inspirations Odo really had. There was no excitement in playing here. At the end of it, Quark retreated to his quarters, sobbing at the futility of it all. ____________ 10 _Ye Gods, what a performance,_ Odo summarised after watching Quark on a private monitor in his quarters. He'd turned it on out of a long-lived habit to watch Quark whatever he was doing, and had been surprised at his antics. Shock wasn't involved anymore, after a few minutes watching Quark and his games, very little could possibly shock. Exhausted, Odo was barely able to turn the screen off before collapsing into his resting state. Asleep. Perchance to dream... //The playroom again, when it was the empire of Gul Hadar. New to the station, Odo had been lead there by the Gul himself. He'd been horrified at what he saw, then, too easily capable of shock in that first day on Terak Nor. "Look at it." Hadar ordered. It was too painful to take in at once. He was forced to stare, one by one, at details that were only a little horrible. An array of whips and canes, laid out across a wall like trophies. Spots and patterns of blood. Some of it new, almost like a macabre lacework all over the room. A child, stretched out on an 'examination' table, crying without cease. He was no more than five years old, his earring new and sparkling in the dim light, marred by his own blood. A pregnant Bajoran, heavily so, tensing at the bonds of her Prisoners' Harness. "What do you think of it, Odo'ital?" breathed Hadar. "I think that woman's about to birth," Odo replied, overtaking the Gul to see how bad she was. "What are you doing?!" Barked Hadar. "M' job," he'd played midwife so often, it was his last appointed position. Odo had saved many a family just by keeping the Guls off of any mothers. This one was cursing at him in a hill dialect, calling him a filthy offworlder. "" he told her in that same dialect, not caring if Hadar could understand it, "" "" she begged, "" She was Nerys, still bloated with a child, still wounded and bleeding, still weeping in those bonds. No... this wasn't how this *happened*. "" Nerys nodded. "" he wispered, slicing her throat. "Forgive yourself, Odo'ital," Kira spat before dying.// Odo snapped into wakefulness. It hadn't happened that way. He hadn't understood the dialect, and just assisted in the birth. The infant had been stillborn; a mercy, as the twisted, malformed child would have found no sympathy. Not because of its mutations, but because of the clear Cardassian ridges on its face. Hadar was the one who had slit her throat, covering all but her now- orphaned son in her blood. It was the first time Odo had wanted to be able to vomit. The other times came later, when Hadars' secret games revolted him so much that her swallowed the memory, buried it far beyond his conscious reach. Not even Gul Dukat would have believed the things that had gone on in that room. He was free of it, now; they were only memories. They couldn't hurt him now. Nerys was alive and healthy, he knew. They'd spoken just yesterday. Odo reformed himself and followed his morning routine, his awareness of it sharpened by the absence of Kira meditating in a corner. His plant still flourished, having been cared for during his recovery by Kira. She would have touched the branches *so*; Odo copied the movement, warmed inside by the indirect caress. She was watching him during the meeting. Her eyes examining every move he made, any expression that crossed his features. Odo looked a question at her and Kira just shrugged, adding a tiny flip of the hand to indicate it was nothing. Kira remembered the fever. Halucinating various monsters with her in the Thames. She remembered Odo, allways there, caring for her as if she were the dearest thing to him. Once, when she was wracked with chills, he'd torn through all the kits like a whirlwind, looking for a temperature control blanket. The only one he found was for fever patients only. In desperation, he covered her with himself, muttering a low litany about keeping her safe. Odos' flesh held her snugly, more so than any blanket, and warmed her quicker, too. But there was something else, something that had only recently surfaced through the fog surrounding that time. He'd massaged her entire body the whole time he had surrounded her. Kira only remembered the cramps vaguely, they weren't there long because the warmth all around her drove them away. Odo could do more with soft, gellid flesh than any meditation/relaxation program she'd ever heard of. Now that she was back to her duties - ie. Arguing With Dignitaries; she could use that soothing touch again. How could she ask him though? Odo was a guaranteed, certified prude, he'd be alarmed at the *mention* of the merest touch. He was watching her with a question in those perpetually sad, blue eyes, _What is it?_ Kira shrugged back, _Ahh, nothing._ He seemed conted, changing his attention back to Daxs' technobabble. "So why don't you just *ask*?" Dax queried, "He can only say 'no'." "No he won't," Kira replied, "he'll blame me for using him or something. It can only make both of us feel rotten." "I wouldn't be too sure of that." Kira narrowed her eyes at Dax, "You know something." "Who, me?" "Come on, spill it." "It's just a stupid rumour." "My favourite kind." Dax sighed, "Well... I *heard* that Odo is - ah - not exactly uneffected by females," Kira blushed, head filling with the image of her with her nightshirt in her armpits, he'd been dignified and civilly embarrassed about it, too. "In fact, one of them goes that he's in love with you." "Now that *is* stupid." "Don't say I didn't tell you so." "Fine. So, assuming I *do* ask him, how the hell do I do it without *both* of us dying of embarressment?" "Be polite," suggested Dax uselessly, "Ask him if he remembers, first, explain if he doesn't. If he runs away, let him, then appologise later." "Just as long as you don't make Bashir prescribe him for me." "Done." -- In the Dark of the Night (mf, mm, bdsm, wierd/gothic/vamp, shapeshifter, hologram, real) by Jello Diva ;) 11 Pacing the floor only served to heighten her tension, waiting for Odo to arrive. Normally, he was aggonisingly punctual, only now, when her sanity depended on it, was he tied up with business. No sense getting tensed up about it, as further stress would only amplify the situation. She was tired of fighting all the time, it was all she ever did, sometimes. Fighting Cardassians, Beaurocrats, Admirals, Regulations - and stress related cramps that could cripple her for hours on end. >Bee-Deep< At last! "Come in." It was Odo, stepping cautiously over the threshhold as if he had trouble with the experience, "My appologies, Major. I've been having a Klingon afternoon." She couldn't help smiling at that, "Are you all right? Recovering well?" "Somewhat. I find - relaxing rather difficult." "Me too," she told him, waving at a couch, "It's almost like the dignitaries were waiting for me to be cleared... You just watch that Bashir doesn't start prescribing holoprograms for the both of us." His face was a picture of shock before he realised the humour. A huff of a laugh, "Perhaps you're thinking I could - do something for you?" "Well, if it isn't too much trouble." "Ah," he breathed. Purpose of conversation filed, Odo relaxed and sat next to her on the couch. "Maybe if you tell me, I'll let you know." "Do you remember the flight back from Somod'm?" "Most of it... I was - confused... during the last week." "That's better than I've managed. I only get bits and pieces..." How to put this? "Do you remember when I got those chills?" "Yes... uh - does this relate to - what you want?" Kira nodded, "It was a sweet gesture on your part, Odo... I only began to recall the cramps this morning." He shrank away, suspicious. "You - want me to ... uh ... massage?" Too far, too fast. "If you don't want to, it's no big deal. I can understand," a sigh, she pushed a hand through her hair, "It's just that I've been so *tense* lately... the last thing I need is Bashir prescribing another flakkin' **holoprogram** - AH!" Her left hand turned into a claw of pain. "Stupid... See what I mean, Odo? You're good at it." Odo took her afflicted hand and gently soothed away her pain; he nodded solemnly as if accepting the responsibility. "It isn't - too much trouble, Major..." he told her, fingers working away at her straining muscles, "I'm more worried about the potential - consequences." "If you're worried about it, then there's nothing to worry about." "On the contrary," countered Odo, "You'll talk about it to Lieutenant Dax, who is the font of Station Gossip. From what I've heard, you allready spoke to her about it." "*What*?" "Dax went ahead and warned me. I thought it was just another rumour going about." "Tell you what - if it does become a rumour, you and I get her in a dark coridoor and pound the shit out of her." "Now, now, Major; you're supposed to be *relaxing*." He was doing amazing things with the pad of flesh at the base of her thumb. It was like every nerve in her hand was being personally anesthetised, "We'll deal with the Jadzia Dax information lines later." "Mmm..." Kira agreed, "Maybe you could massage her into submission." "No..." he moved up her arm, "Bashir seems a more likely person for that job - he'd volunteer." She laughed her first real laugh for months, and recognised how much she'd needed it. Odo had progressed to her shoulder and was now sending sparkles across her skin. "Keep that up and I could dissolve..." Kira moaned, she hadn't realised she'd been that tense, "Mmmm..." "If you do, I'll send you back to the Link," joked Odo. "Please, *no*," Kira sighed, "that place was Goddamn boring the first time I was there... mmmm... just torture me *right* here..." "You *have* got yourself tense." "I've been a bad girl." Odo sighed and let his body dissolve across her back. He spilled over her torso and oozed down her legs, easing her feet out of the boots she still wore. He even worked on her toes. Kira sighed, purred and wriggled a little closer to him, in response he gasped and moaned softly. "I'm sorry," Kira panicked, "Did I hurt you?" "No..." he panted, "I just wasn't expecting... to react like this. Just - try not to squirm..." At the moment, she was trying not to fall asleep inside him. He moved to support her, like he was sensing her tiring; Kira could almost feel his usual frame pressed against her back, his arms about her waist. Despite her movements, or maybe because of them, he was purring too. It was a low, almost sensual thrum that issued through his entire body, adding to the delicious things he was doing to her. "Are you doing that for me?" she asked. "Doing what?" he murmured. "That purring thing... 's lovely." "Oh... uh..." the purr faltered for a moment, "I - think this - session may be getting a little too... mutual." "If you're feeling uncomfortable with this-" "I think I might." He withdrew, reforming into his usual shape. Even that, felt from the inside, was beautiful. He set her carefully back on the couch, seeing as she was reluctant to move, herself. "Uh... I - trust it - worked?" "Thoroughly," Kira sighed, "You don't have to worry about Dax. I'm keeping you for *myself*..." "See you later, Major." Nod. He left, rather quickly, to her mind. Nerves, that was all. Odo wasn't exactly used to close contact to the extent that they'd just shared. Have to get him used to it. Slowly, Kira stretched, not wanting to even get up to get to bed. Her muscles zinged and sizzled, and she felt an answering throb between her legs. Oh, Prophets... Odo had somehow got her horny. *That's* what he was frightened of. He'd said something aout them getting too 'mutual' too. Gods, no! That couldn't be it - could it? Hormones, embarressment and a heightened sexual awareness culminated in an absolute *need* for satiation. Kira eased her hands between her thighs to soothe that pain from her as well. ____________ 12 The ache he had known since the incident in the Thames spread throughout his body. He needed to satisfy it, to release that latent energy into the void. Shapeshifting, although a plasure to him, wouldn't stimulate him enough; besides, recovering from an illness was the worst time to attempt to exhaust himself shapeshifting. Perhaps he needed atonement. Some duty vile enough to purge his need for Kira, his need to mate with her. Quark had broken into his rooms, and was waiting for him, prostrate on the floor. Fortune moved in strange ways indeed. Just standing in Hadars' old playroom brought the Memories back into the shadows of his mind. Quark, strapped to the examination table, groaned as he came round, member inflating as soon as he became aware of the toy lodged in his colon. "Uhooohh... Odo..." Odo pressed a button that sent a mild, but painful, electric shock through his victim. "One misdemeanor," he announced, "that was an electric charge, Ferengi, further noise will trigger more of them. Understood?" Nod. He was learning. "The device currently filling you is an invasion probe meshed with a neural stimulator - one of Hadars' favourites; it's rigged to the table. You will note that your torso is free to move, although I wouldn't if I were you; you see, the probe will react by stimulating you further, until it reaches the limits of your endurance." Quark grinned as if thanking him. Sickening. "You're probably wondering what Hadars' *other* favourite was. Do you want me to show you?" Eager nod. Odo showed him. "But that's just a feath-AH!" "Two misdemeanors," Odo placed the feather on the Ferengis' naked chest, moving to impliment some of the other tools. "I can only spare one night, so let's get on with this." In his heightened awareness, the particular vein was easy enough to find. Old fashioned though it was, the needle was good enough for the purpose Odo had in mind; namely, drawing Quarks' blood at its own pace. It would drain into a series of containers where Odo could imbibe at his own leisure. The Misers' vein was an oddity. A deliberately slow Ferengi blood vessel that only loosened up if (a) it wasn't punctured or (b) there were significant amounts of adrenoline in the system. It was the only vein he could rely on to release an adequate supply without endangering his 'host'. Odo rechecked his tubing. Secure. Now, he collected the feather again and idly traced a few scars along Quarks' chest. It was endlessly amusing watching Quark trying not to squirm or moan. Any minute now, his system would begin to copensate for the puncture by producing extra blood from his fat supply. Fat he had built up thanks to a limited period of starvation. Knowing this, Odo went after Quarks' ears. A whimper, followed by a shock-related jump. The cycle had begun. Quark gasped as softly as possible, soon afterwards, his eyes wide with surprise. "Quite a shock, isn't it?" Odo asked casually, feather traipsing down the Ferengis' torso, teasing ever closer to the straining genitals, "The probe will seek out and stimulate all pleasure-related nerve-endings until you either 'come' or collapse of exhaustion. I don't have that much time at my disposal, so you'd better just let things take their course..." He deliberately avoided Quarks' penis and scrotum, teasing the very tip of the feather between his legs; before resuming its journey from the lobes again. Odo dawdled there, tracing idle patterns as Quark tried not to moan. This was already taking too long, Odo removed the feather so he could pinch at one of the more sensitive erogenous zones. "GAH!" the buzz of the shock being administered, a helpless groan as the probe did its work. At the next shock, Quark remained straining away from the table, hyperventilating. "Don't resist," soothed Odo, leaning his weight onto Quarks' pelvis. "It'll be easier for you that way." A sudden flash of darker memories from this place, quickly buried again. Quark produced a strangled cry as he went down on the pleasure-probe, and tried to resist the urge to jump again at the next charge. This time, however, he eased himself onto the device. His blood had almost reached the first container. Odo continued to taunt with the lightest touch of the feather, adding the occaisional tap at specific nerve clusters, enhancing his victims' pleasure by appreciable notches. Soon enough, it took its own course, Quark pumping at the probe device and squealing without care. The first container began to fill... Odo allowed one hand to liquefy, and spread over Ferengi flesh. He used this in lieu of the feather to urge his victims' efforts, to urge the flow of adrenoline in the system so more blood could flow through the Misers' vein. Quark had almost gone incoherent with pleasure, the device up his anus filled his world, but could not fulfil his Need. Odo could abrely catch the words within his rantings, but the gist of it was that he needed to 'come'. Odo was merciless, progressing slowly towards the Ferengis' throbbing member, then easing away again, only to dawdle back and a fraction closer. Quark squawked in pain when Odo finally touched it, and squealed in agony when he withdrew. Enough was enough. Odo wrapped his mass around the organ, completely encompassing it. The Ferengi howled, spurting ejaculate into Odos' liquid substance for minutes on end before collapsing into exhausted silence. Odo slid off him and reformed, noting that Quark had actually started a second container during his orgasm. This excercise hadn't been quite purging enough, he had more perversity planned. Filling Quark with his own 'come'. Odo undid his victims' shackles, but not the draining needle, so he could be overturned. He refastned the shackles, and adjusted the table so Quark was in the servile Ferengi Womens' Mating Position. Aught to be interesting to hear Quarks' reaction to *that*. _Hello... What's this?_ Odo carefully probed the hole between Quarks' anus and his scrotum. It was a vagina. Interesting. Quark was a closet androgene - or maybe he didn't know. Odo explored further, finding a small uterus, but no ova. Odo grinned at the almost evil thought forming in his head. An opportunity to make Quark really *squirm*. ____________ 13 "...uhh... oooohhhh..." The Ferengi managed as he came around, "What the *HELL*?! Odo! I'm not your *whore*!!" "Yes you are, Ferengi," Odo swatted him on the rump a few times, "because I've found that you *do* have a cunt to screw after all." He laughed," Come *on*! I'm a **man**." "Oh?" Odo gently probed the orifice, "And what's this?" Quark shrieked, and fainted. Odd. Considering his prediliction to subservience, he should have been overjoyed at this new opportunity. Odo released him, undoing the connections and rejecting Quarks' ejaculate from his mass. _So much for plans_ he sighed inwardly, arranging Quark, an empty bottle, and his clothing just so. After that, it was a matter of seconds to beam him into a holosuite. Let him think this had all been some psychotic dream. He was going to wake up with one hell of a headache in the morning, thanks to the blood loss. Hence the bottle. The blood; oh, yes... One of the rare side-benefits of these sessions with Quark. Odo put his mouth about the tube and imbibed. Odo didn't have the traditional sense of tase or smell, but there was something else in its stead. The ability to seek out minerals and suppliments and identify them from a trace. Quarks' blood had been full of them, before, it was even richer now. Odo greedily absorbed the liquid soup of minerals, oxides and nutrients; discovering a hunger he hadn't known he had. Damn the Research Centres' policy of restricting 'subject' treats for bad behaviour. It was better than anything he'd known, except perhaps, the Link. Maybe this could be a reasonable substitute... *if* it could be replicated. Odo couldn't envision himself milking Quark like a bovine and pleasuring him for his blood. Odo withdrew himself from the containers, realising he'd emptied them of every scrap of moisture. He'd better find some alternative in a hurry, else find himself subservient to the barkeep for a regular 'fix'. Unless he could turn the tables, somehow. Or just retain control without allowing Quark to know what was going on. Sated for the moment, Odo returned to his quarters to rest. Kira had a bad night, it wasn't because she wasn't relaxed - every muscle in her body had been soothed; it was all due to worry. What if she'd personally estranged one of her most valued friends on the station? What if he was never going to speak to her again? Damnit, she was tensing up again. "Computer, what time is it?" >02-15< Great. Just great. There was no alternative but to go to Odo and sort all this out. By the time she got there, he was experiencing something. "Odo, please. I need to talk." He straightened up from the chair he'd been, "Yes, Major?" "About - what happened in my quarters," she began, "I - just want to know if this sort of thing could effect our friendship." "I don't think it could," Odo allowed. "Gods, Odo, I've been up all night worrying about what the hell 'mutual' meant... considering how it was for me." "Major. You have my word that last evening will have little influence on our friendship." "Well, that's reassuring - I guess..." she sighed, "Now I've got myself tensed up again, all that good work for nothing." Odo escorted her out of his rooms, "Let's get back to your quarters, Major. I believe I have a great deal of 'good work' to reapply." Kira sighed, going along with him, "I feel awful, takin' advantage of you like this." "I volunteered, Major," Odo reminded, "besides, I'm not repulsed by te practice - if you remember." "Mm-hm," she opened the doors to her quarters and yawned, "Ooohh, tired *and* tense, what a combination." "In that case, I'd better tuck you in, too." "You're not worried about that?" "I've cared for you before, Major," Odo told her, "admitedly, my mind was more - unfocussed at the time, but the principal's the same." "Right," Kira spread herself out, face-down, on the bed, "Just as long as I know." "Just relax, Major," Odo instructed, starting at her shoulders and literally moving out from there. It was amazing, the things he was doing to her nerves and musculature. One by one, every twinge was saught out and painlessly removed. His movements were so claming, so soothing that she dozed off. Odo slowed his movements as soon as he realised that the rythm of her breathing was slumber. "Major?" he whispered. Sound asleep. He withdrew, using his reformed hands to draw her covers up to her shoulders, not daring to disturb her rest. Odo toned the lights down and returned to his own quarters to sleep, and remember the Dream ____________ 14 Kira woke in a better mood than she'd been in what felt like forever. "Mm! That was wonderful, Odo," _What the hell?_ "Where are you? Lights!" He was gone. "Computer, time." >0600 hours, exactly< Oh, what the hell. She could thank him later, somehow. Kira ordered breakfast from the replicator, eating the meal in a matter of minutes. Next, a decent wrestling session with reluctant clothing after her morning pee. How had Odo coped during those fog-filled days alone? Flashback... //... wrapped in a silver blanket. So hot. Had to visit the toilet. Now. Being carried. Odo. Where were they going? "You have to tend to - things, remember?" Odo spoke. Had she? So hard to recall... "I'll take you there. Care for you Nerys. Allways cared." Carrying her like a sick child. Humiliating. The air was too hot when Odo adjusted the blanket. She'd *scald*. Odo had no eyes now. Where'd they go? Sightless, he pulled her shirt up and seated her properly. She laughed at him. Looked so funny with no eyes. Prude! "Care for you, Nerys," he told her, slumping against the wall, "Allways cared. 'S not my place to look - here... I was your husband - maybe. Not my place to love you..." So hard to hear what he was saying. Turn off those bells. Hurt her ears...// Kira blinked, shaking herself from her daze. Not his *place* to love her? What the hell? Did Odo love her? She'd allways thought he was immune to women. Until Daxs' rumour mongering, that is. Odo had put walls between himself and everyone else ever since she'd known him. He'd hidden his lonliness by appearing not to want company, maybe he was hiding his desires with his distain for relationships. Maybe he didn't know how to *be* loved. Chilling thought. It was all pointless speculation, anyhow. Their friendship was enough for the both of them. Perhaps. So why did it feel like they were allready married, sometimes? Kira sighed, brushing such thoughts away so she could get the ell on with business. He was looking a little better, this morning, almost back to his usual self. Except when he moved. There was an underlying frailty of his movements that spoke of deeper wounds he was attempting to conceal. He leaned more often, supporting some of his weight on stable objects. As soon as she could, Kira was going to ask him if he was feeling all right. See if anything was bothering him, see if she could help him for a change. Quark staggered down into the main area of his bar. The empty bottle still clutched in his hand was a mystery, since it didn't fit any holes in his inventory. His head, owever, was no mystery - every click of the Dabo wheel, every echoing impact of glasses were like explosions in his skull. What he wouldn't give for half a gallon of hangover cure... Wierdest dream, though. He was with Odo and - he'd had - he'd had a vagina. Odo had gone up it, too. Horrifying. Quark slunk off towards his *quiet* quarters to get a decent meal and maybe a painkiller for his aching skull. Odo felt awful. Perhaps it was too much shapeshifting, maybe he'd OD'd on Ferengi blood, or it could be that he wasn't getting enough rest. Either way, he needed to relax. Impossible without Kira to hold near. During the light of day-cycle, everything was normal, routine, but once shift was over... It was like a double existance. Like his days before Hadar was killed... Odo shoved that thought away violently, he wasn't doubled, anyway. He was three, maybe four, who knew? He resumed his deskwork, grumbling at Eddingtons' "beta versions" that either barely worked or suffered from galloping featurism to such an extent that they were barely understandable. He placed Eddingtons' "improvements" into the mans' account, then re-instated the originals on the main board. Let him believe his improvements were implemented, let him suffer the consequences of his programming "skills". Promenade was closing. Time to make an attempt at a nights' rest in order to heal. Tonight, he'd try feeding before his rest-period, see if that improved his health. ____________ 15 Kira gave up, pulling a pair of slacks over her nightshirt. Damn her nerves, anyway, keeping her up all night fretting about things that had no business in her bedroom. She needed Odo. She needed something to make her forget what it was like to be so tense her toes wouldn't uncurl. Forget that. She needed sex. Well, as near as possible to it that she could get, nowadays. Kira found herself opening the doors to Odos' roooms, finding him in liquid state on the floor. "Well, at least *someone* can relax," she sighed, slumping into a nearby chair, "...ooohh... wake *up*, Odo. I need a favour." "Again?" croaked Odo-as-a-puddle, "You'll - have to wait a little while longer, Major." "I'm stressed out, Odo," Kira told him, "And, to be honest, I don't really care if we get mutual as *hell*... I need you." Paralysed by his bodys' need for rest, Odo listened to the words he thought he'd never hear. For a moment, he couldn't gather the energy to reply. "Need..." Odo managed, "you - too..." The effort to speak in this state hurt. He could speak no more until he was fully rested. "Sounds more like you need to sleep," Kira smiled, "You don't have to to speak or anything, I understand. I'll just wait for you, maybe babble to fill the silence... Please, don't take this the wrong way, but - ever since that night; I've been having *thoughts* about you. I guess I want to see if - those thoughts could be real." Odo oozed towards her and curled a tendril around a bare foot. In his liquid state, he was vulnerable to the undercurrents of her nervous system. *So tired of being angry.* _...exhausted... few more minutes..._ *Who?* _Odo._ "Omigod..." Kira murmured, "You're telepathic." _Only like this, when touching._ his mind replied, _...even your skin is beautiful._ *You love me.* _Loved you so long it ached. Wished I could tell you for *so* long._ He rippled in hapiness against her, _Touching you is joy..._ *I can feel it... Gods, what will sex with you be like?* _You wish to find out?_ Odo inquired, _No just curious for what I am?_ *No. Want _you_.* Odo slithered up her leg, encasing its partner and her torso. _It may be better for you in your own bed. I'll behave until you're there._ *Right.* Kira made it to her quarters without bumping into anyone. Of course, they were all asleep. It was hard *not* to react to a living being pressed so close against her skin, the very movements of life were sensual. He was sensual. He removed her clothing by the simple expedient of expanding in a particular manner. "That was handy." He formed himself, smiling, and completely nude; body waxy and merged against hers, "Do you mind?" "Never." Kira moved her mouth onto his. Kissing a shapeshifter was something she'd never considered until this night; it was an experience. It was like they'd done this before, it felt so right. Odo conveyed, by his thoughts, that he'd tried to work his feelings for her out of his system. He'd bullied Quark into repairing the Holoprogram of her, and kept the chip, unertain of what to do about it.. Kira held him against her, soothing, *I'd rather it was you than that creep.* He purred, moving against her, caressing every pore of her body, easing every ache away with the merest touch. So beautiful. Odo carefully made his way to her labia, to soothe another ache from her. "Are you certain?" "Yes!" Kira cried out more than she wanted to, "Gods what a dumb question... I told you I need you." She sighed when he began to enter her. This was far better than the Dream. It was real. Nerys *wanted* **him**. Nerys cared. Nerys probably didn't want a child from this, yet. Odo pushed further, exploring her secrets, her body, their pleasure from it. He let her move within him, building up the Need to release inside her. Building on his own desires until he wouldn't care or bother to find her egg, just release. His sperm weren't self-motivating, so by the time her egg met the static pool of Changeling ejaculate, it would be too late. In the meantime, he focussed on Nerys' pleasure. Kissing, caressing, feeling her respose in the building tide of passion between them. He filled her, just touching her cervix, waiting. Pleasuring. *Needing*. She cried out, orgasming, writhing in reply to his motions. The moment he was allowed in her womb, his own peak broke, shared, built, and finally cascaded into darkness. ____________ That's all I have for you for now :( Let me know what you think! ObSideline: Anyone wondering where the title came from? Song I heard years back. Same title; forgot the band, though... In the dark of the night, Faces they haunt me. I wish you were By my side... 'Till Next installment; "Jello Diva:"