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Chapter 1

Major Kira entered the room, drawing in a deep breath. Her informants had told her they had captured Gul Dukat; but she had scarcely believed it, until now. She could clearly see Gul Dukat's lithe frame draped against a chair, his hands and feet tied, his head bowed. His armor was missing and his frame looked even smaller, clad in only a simple shirt. He still hadn't looked up and his lethargic response to her entrance bothered her. It felt unnatural, she tried to ignore the sinking feeling in her chest. This was not the Gul Dukat that she remembered.

She cursed under her breath, what was she supposed to say to Sisko when she returned to Deep Space Nine. The truth made her people look no better than their occupiers. Hadn't the Bajoran people been horrified by the Cardassian's interrogations and now here they were, carrying out their own. When would it ever end? She wasn't surprised that her people took the opportunity to harm Dukat but she had hoped that they were better than that.

The only thing that kept her from running to his side was his presence, even tied to a chair, beaten and broken, one could still feel his arrogance. When she had entered the room she was prepared to take command and yet here she was, staying silent. She wasn't sure if it was his military training or just his charisma but, regardless of his circumstances, it still felt as if Dukat was in charge. Kira scoffed, knowing Dukat, he probably thought he still was in charge. She wished he would look up and say something, the prolonged silence made her uneasy. Kira seethed in anger, her hands clenched at her sides. She could feel what little control she had slipping, leave it to Dukat to make her feel foolish and unprepared. If he was bidding his time, she had no idea what for. If he wished for his freedom, now was the time, he must have heard her enter.

She still wasn't fully sure why she had been informed about this whole situation anyway. She wasn't a resistance fighter anymore, she wasn't a rebel, she was the first officer of a federation space station. Why were Bajoran freedom fighters contacting her, and about Dukat no less? Oh sure, they had told her their reason but it had seemed insane.

-?-

"We know of his feelings for you. We're hoping that you could use them to your advantage," a young woman had stated.

Kira stared dumbly, her mind trying to understand the situation, "What? What feelings...? He hits on anything with two legs... Actually he might hit on anything."

She was surrounded by a large group of young Bajoran fighters, each holding various weapons. While the group looked well prepared and fed, the location they dragged her too could have used some improvements. They were holed up in an old cave complex on the south side of the Dukhour province, when she had been a Resistance fighter they too had used portions of this very cave complex. The trek to meet the group had both been exciting and emotionally draining. She had gathered from (who she presumed was) the leader of the group that the remaining Resistance fighters were still unhappy with the provisional government. The group wasn't so much resisting the occupation, which had already been over for many years, so much as the current government itself. In fact Kira wasn't even sure if they should be called Resistance fighters or terrorists... She understood their complaints but, could she agree with their actions?

Kira sighed, it actually didn't matter to her how they might have discovered that Dukat had... feelings for her... It was completely possible that her being chosen was either a random act or this was just a convenient excuse, perhaps she was picked primarily because she was stationed on Deep Space Nine. Considering the groups tactics she couldn't be sure that they would even tell her the truth.

"How did you manage to kidnap him?" Kira asked, changing the subject.

"I'm sorry but that is something we cannot divulge," The young woman responded before she stepped towards Kira, "Please... You must help us. We have one who speaks to the prophets and Gul Dukat is not yet done. He needs to be stopped."

The woman hide her face, "But we can not kill him, all that needs to happen has not yet come to pass. Ending his story now would only hasten certain destruction. He is a link, an important link. But his damage can be lessened. There is a tie that binds the two of you. He needs to be loved. Do this for the greater good of Bajor, please help us, it is the will of the prophets."

Kira scoffed, this was unbelievable, "It is the will of the prophets that I seduce Gul Dukat? Somehow I very much doubt that."

The young woman frowned, "This is not merely physical... it must be love, only then will you have the power over him to curb his behavior. But it must be you who guide's him on the correct path."

Kira frowned in return, she wasn't comfortable with the idea of becoming chummy with Gul Dukat, the prefect of Bajor, let alone falling in love with the man.

They had talked in circles for a good while longer before Kira finally relented slightly. She agreed to think about their plan but first she needed to confirm that they did indeed have Gul Dukat and take some time to speak to the prophets herself.

-?-

Seeing Dukat now caused her emotions to storm within her. She breathed deeply, forcing her emotions down. 'Alright,' she told herself, 'So if I am to believe these people... The Prophets want me to use my womanly charm to... what? Change Dukat? That can't be right.' She swore that just a few minutes earlier the idea had been clear but seeing Dukat now, seeing him helpless before her the plan seemed absurd, something taken out of a trashy romance story. Kira sighed. She knew what she had to do. She couldn't very well leave him and pretend that she knew nothing of the situation. No... she had to rescue him.

"Kheet'agh..."

Dukat's frame hung loosely, the once powerful prefect, the dictator of Bajor, now just a man. This idea struck Kira as odd and she couldn't help but be reminded of the heartbroken man who she had caught crying over a grave not too long ago. For a second she thought she could see his Pagh, nestled deep within, hiding from the world.

'No no no no...' Kira shook her head. She clenched her fists, her fingernails digging into her palms. This man is a monster! Responsible for so many atrocities! He used his power to take advantage of others, not only Bajoran's but, also everyone else around him. His words, always sweet as honey, dripped with venom. Her eyes darkened, Bajor, now in ruins, unsuitable for sustaining life. He had taken everything from her. Him! Tempered by Cardassian steel, he had said, she had scoffed at the idea, but seeing him before her she could see the merits of his words. She felt her edge harden, her strength unshaken, she trembled to slice him open.

Bajor, once peaceful people now consumed with their own revenge. Cardassia a mighty nation, brought to its knees because of the resistance, because of the people of Bajor. A great nation tripped by those very people they stepped on. Now the face of Cardassia was broken before her, a man who would never admit his faults, or the wrongs he committed. A man who deserved no forgiveness, Kira's anger brimmed at the surface. But before she could strike in anger a voice echoed in her head, 'He is a link...'.

She wrapped her arms around herself. 'What if they are right? What if this is the prophet's doing.' Kira sighed. She couldn't just assume they were crazy, she couldn't take the chance, she had to be sure. 'But why did it have to be Dukat?' Her face flushes as she feels her body betraying her. Her Pagh calls to his and she hates her weakness. This man, who tempts her like no other, a man she knows she has to fight and yet her eyes still linger, (a connection she refuses to admit).

-?-

"… Now if you don't mind I would like to spend the next 6 hours in silent meditation," Kira states, turning her attention back towards the front of the cockpit.

"Is that a request or an order?" Dukat grins, glancing over.

"Whatever it takes."

"Well in that case, as much as it pains me."

A lick of her lips, the only sign of her pleasure at quieting Dukat.

-?-

The current situation was not lost on Kira. She could hardly hold back her laughter. There were so many times that she had wished to alone with Dukat, in just the right circumstance, so she could strangle him and yet now that it was happening she found herself warring with her feelings. She unconsciously licked her lips. Regardless, it was still a remarkable sight.

She took the opportunity to move closer to Dukat, attempting to get a better look at him. When his head remained stilled she instinctively reached her hand out. Quickly moistening her lips, she touched him gently on his right neck ridge, to her surprise he groaned. She unintentionally increased her pressure, feeling the rough scales beneath her fingers. She had never touched him like this before... Dukat lifted his head and let it lull backwards, his eyes were closed, his expression unreadable. She walked behind him, brushing her fingers along the back of his neck, curious as to the texture of his skin. She had always expected it to be different.. the softness of his scales surprised her.

'It would be so easy…' she thought. Her hand unconsciously tightened around his neck.

"Major…" His voice was harsh.

"You're rather quiet," She had meant to sound normal but, her voice betrayed her.

"Only for you," He whispered.

Kira's hand jolted away from his neck as if she had been burned. 'He couldn't have known what I was thinking...' Was he also thinking back to that day? The day that she had quieted him on the shuttle, before she had discovered his indiscretion... Opening his eyes, Dukat grinned.

"Dukat," She stepped back slightly, keeping her voice firm.

"Come to play? Your Bajoran friends didn't do a very good job. I know you could do much better," He mocked, straining to glance behind him.

Kira unintentionally shivered, his comment laced with double meaning. From her position she could see that Dukat had finally gone mad. Here he was, tied to a chair, broken and bloody and yet, she had never seen a larger grin across his face.

There had to be a mistake, there was no way that the prophets would want any Bajoran, let alone her, to fall in love with this Cardassian. He's out of his prophet damn mind. There has to be another reason for all of his. 'The resistance group is crazy...' It was the most logical answer.

Stepping out in front of him she narrowed her eyes, checking him over for injuries. His face was covered in bruises, his lip was split and she could see dried blood caked under his nose. Kira pinched her nose, closing her eyes, she could almost laugh. For a second there she had actually thought that the prophets had sent her to fall in love with Dukat, as if in some fashion they had been made for each other, but now she could clearly see that the resistance group had merely failed in their mission. They were probably attempting to get information from Dukat and when their current tactics didn't work they decided to try a new one and Kira had almost become a willing pawn.

"Does the sight of me amuse you Major?" Dukat grinned, he leaned forwards, straining against his ties.

Kira grinned and leaned towards him before suddenly squinting. 'What was that smell?' There was a faint smell, a musk, something similar to cedar, she took in a deep breath, it tantalized her senses. Suddenly, she stood up, the realization dawning, that smell that she had found tantalizing was... Dukat. The thought took her by surprise and she mentally shook her head, attempting to come back to her senses. 'Prophets! What was she doing? This was Dukat, the prefect of Bajor.'

"Major, I'm aware that your education is not up to the standards of Cardassia but I assume you still *can* make some semblance of a sentence," Dukat sneered.

Finding her ground, Kira seethed at the comment, "I don't believe you are in the position to taunt anyone, Dukat!"

"Why ever not, my dear Major. It's not like you would ever do anything. Your resistance days are behind you. No, you are now a political figure of Bajor, you're all talk and no action. Just - like - Bajor. You no longer know what it means to fight."

"I would say that my actions speak for themselves," Kira bit back.

"What? Following orders. It doesn't show very much initiative and I doubt you're under orders right now. So where does that leave us then? You might as well just untie me so we can get out of here. Unless of course you are planning on taking advantage of this situation."

"Maybe I am!" Kira regretted saying it instantly.

Dukat brightened, looking intrigued, "You don't say."

Kira stared, Dukat stared back, each daring the other to look away. His eyes bored into hers, it felt like he was searching for something, she shifted her weight, willing the uncomfortable feeling to stop. He twitched his lips into a smirk. Kira fumed.

Kira's eyes darkened. She stepped forward, once again breaking into his personal space. 'No! I won't let this man get the better of me!' She appraised Dukat, trying desperately to figure out what her best course of action would be. She knew she needed to somehow gain the upper hand. But how? How did he get under her skin? Well, he baited her at every chance and flattered her at every opportunity. What would he do if their positions were reversed? Kira smirked, perhaps it was time to find out, it was her time to play him like a fiddle. She closed her eyes and for a moment, regardless of their distance she could practically feel his breath, hot on her throat.

"Major?"

Her breath hitched as the rumbling baritone washed over her. Opening her eyes Dukat's grin brought her back to the present. Her eyes flared with anger but something boiled within her pagh.

He continued to hold Kira's stare, her eyes singed his soul in return. He started to speak but stopped when he saw the anger and another emotion he couldn't identify dance in her irises.

She wanted to feel nothing but hate for Dukat, doing so had made dealing with him so much easier, but then she got a glimpse of the man underneath. And as much as she tried not too her heart twisted just ever so slightly, a raw side emerging from the shield she had crafted. She wished that his presence still filled her with dread, not concealed excitement. That his voice grated on her nerves, not sooth her mind and that his smile caused her to vomit, not send her heart off rhythm. She felt the faintest pits against every pat.

She pushed herself to refocus her rage. He was responsible! For the occupation, the deaths, it was all him! But she couldn't shake the image of him crying over a grave, the realization that he was merely a man. The pledge bracelet he clutched, as his hands trembled. How he took responsibility for his daughter. Sweet lovely Ziyal, who was finally able to join her father back on Cardassia. Her emotions boiled together. Fiery rage folded into a burning lust and her contempt wrapped inside a blooming compassion. Her arms ached to wrap around him, both to kill and to comfort. Her emotions balled together into one large confusing mess. A mess that she was starting to feel more often in his presence than she cared to admit.

Kira reached out and traced a finger along Dukat's jaw, licking her lips. Dukat watched the emotions play behind Kira's eyes. Reaching out she slapped him. The sound echoed through the room and Dukat's head snapped to the side. He closed his eyes and moved his jaw but said nothing, only turned back to her and stared. His eyes desperately searching hers.

Reaching out Kira grabbed onto Dukat's hair and forced his head back. Dukat gasped and closed his eyes. His show of submission was Kira's undoing. She leaned forward and caught his lips in a kiss. Electricity ran through her, a connection forged. The kiss was hard and desperate, full of lust, passion and pain; she gave it everything, attempting to quell the emotions inside her. Dukat's surprise only lasted a moment before he returned the kiss. Feeling his lips move against hers, Kira gradually released his hair from her grip. Passion and hate are not opposites, merely two sides of the same coin. The only true opposite is ambivalence and when it came to Dukat, Kira was anything but ambivalent. Kira moaned into the kiss. Dukat tried to lean forward, desiring more contact, straining against the bonds that held him. A hiss escaped him as Kira bit his lip, drawing more blood. His annoyance quickly forgotten as Kira deepened the kiss. Pushing his shoulder's back she straddled his lap, feeling his desire beneath her. Dukat moaned at the contact. All her thoughts left as she pressed herself against him, her hands gripping his shoulders. Being with Bareil hadn't felt anything like this.

The kisses, fierce and passionate were a soothing balm against her heart. Pain at the suffering of Bajor, the provisional government's failure to unite the people, and the rise of Kai Winn. She ached to help her home world, to restore it to its previous glory, and yet more often than not, she felt useless. She was increasingly growing frustrated at her inability to provide action while playing the political diplomat on Deep Space Nine. She missed the life of a resistance fighter, not knowing which day would be your last, acting on your feet, seeing little victories along the way, the companionship of a group so cohesive nothing could compare. Her body ached for something… she craved something… and with a sudden horror she realized what it was, she needed to feel in control again. To once again feel like she was making a difference.

She wiggled against Dukat's arousal, his answering moan, music to her ears. A rush of heat flooded between her legs. She felt powerful and after such a long time, she finally felt in control, and she liked it. Perhaps a little too much.

"Release my hands," Dukat groaned into Kira's lips.

Kira backed up slightly and shook her head no against his mouth.

"Major..." Dukat warned.

"No talking," Kira snapped.

"If this is what you wanted all you had to do was ask," Dukat teased, his voice husky with lust.

Kira moved against him, once again grabbing his lips in a kiss. Dukat hissed in pleasure and attempted to buck his hips. Kira smiled. Enjoying the sight of a very immobile Dukat. Hearing Dukat chuckle she leaned forward and bit into his neck ridge. Dukat gasped in surprise and Kira took the opportunity to catch his lips in a kiss.

Dukat panted, his face a mixture of pain and pleasure. His body desperately wanting to take control, to throw Kira onto the floor and take her but, his binds held tight.

Kira collapsed on top of Dukat's chest, both were breathing heavily.

"Major, I wasn't aware that you had any feelings for me. I must admit... I am very flattered by this development. I knew it was only a matter of time before you finally gave into me. I hadn't expected it to be like this though. I presumed there would at least be some spring wine," Dukat grinned, like the cat that caught the canary.

Kira's eyes widened in horror. What had she done? Her heart hammered in her chest, her pagh hummed. She brought her fist up to her chest, attempting to hide the ache inside. Kira backed up and calmly walked out of the room, leaving Dukat calling after her. Every step she took the ache intensified, until finally reaching the door, she could barely stand it. She had to speak to the prophets.