The next one being Weyoun and Mia, from the sequel to "His Enemy's Daughter" - "Keevan and Annora: Forged in the Desert Heat". Their wedding night in the twenty-eighth chapter - which also happens to be the finale of its preceding story - following reuniting with old friends of the title, and the first time they have alone time after being parted for so long and having a baby. This is Weyoun 6 now, not Weyoun 5 - who was in the majority of the first story. If anyone is confused, read "Weyoun and Mia" to clarify the storyline.

Chapter Two

Weyoun and Mia

He and Mia being wed now was nothing more he could have asked for in six lifetimes - six, not counting the other two to follow him since he abandoned his people for her and their daughter. His place was rightfully with his new wife and Riona, and that was final.

They belonged together as a family.

Weyoun had made a great deal to fit into Sisko's family and to make amends with the rest of the station, even though it was an honor to work with Odo as his security aide. Nevertheless, the rest of the crew had seen what he'd done to his successor, Weyoun 7, on the jungle planet in Cardassian space. He tried to take HIM from his family, in the name of the Founders, but he was no real man compared to Weyoun 6. The latter did not feel any remorse when he took off 7's head and spilled his blood in front of his beloved, her father and the others. He might have proven he was a strong man, honorable - as the Klingon put it - but there was still a small part of him that felt like he did not deserve forgiveness.

Now his most cherished friend and brother in bond, Keevan, had arrived with a new wife - Mia's best friend Annora from youth. They were an even larger family now. They had a story to tell, which could wait until tomorrow - but to know that Keevan was pregnant! But if it was his and Annora's, then there had to be an accident or something to have the baby removed from its mother into Keevan because of his physiology. This sort of thing in the male side of their species was rare, and he feared for his friend. Female Vorta gave birth far easier, but for the male, it would not be so. Great complications Weyoun could not put into words.

And now his wife knew about this. He had feared she would be disgusted with him now that she knew that part of his biology she never did before, but how could he have told her? It should have been nothing to be ashamed of, and she was going to show him now.

I forgive you, my beloved.

That was all he needed to know, and he willingly accepted another kiss while her arms wrapped around his neck, and his around her waist to pull her closer. They had been interrupted, and now he wanted to be with her. Their first night as husband and wife, and it was like Chief O'Brien said, "It's not every day a man has his wedding night."

Weyoun had almost lost her so many times - the majority had been his predecessor's fault, the true father of Riona, but he was essentially the same man looking through different eyes. Riona was his child, no matter the incarnation. He had struggled with being a father over the last week, but he grew to the day-to-day routine of taking care of her. He was the one to look out for her as her mother at work was not allowed to have a baby in Quark's bar. The Ferengi might as well have a low tolerance of wailing infants that drove his customers insane.

He reached behind her and finished undoing the laces of her dress, helping her out of it so he looked her over. She wore no underwear, so the sight made him chuckle - and then he saw one part that made her a little insecure about herself. Her stomach wasn't exactly as...firm as it used to be, but she was trying to get back to her original state after Riona was born. But Weyoun was not bothered; he smiled and took her into his arms, kissing her again before she freed him from the rest of his clothes. Naked, they walked over to the bed so she laid down like she used to, letting him take lead.

Somehow, Weyoun felt uncomfortable being in charge because the last one had a mildly primitive side to match the cruelty he still possessed. Sensing this, Mia brought her hand up and cupped his cheek. It's okay.

He closed his eyes and melted into her touch. It meant the universe that she would ever forgive him for everything he did, even if it wasn't him exactly. He turned his face into her palm and kissed it before he moved down, kissing her wrist where her pulse was throbbing and down to the sensitive inside of her elbow, then the rest of the inside sensitive part of her arm until he found his cheek touching her breast. Knowing how much this was one important part of arousing her body, Weyoun kissed it but did not take her nipple into his mouth. He just wanted to be as gentle as possible.

My angel, I want to make up for everything, he sent to her, lips meeting hers.

And all I want is to be with you, she responded. We have tonight all to ourselves; tomorrow, it's going to be back to less for us until next time we have a chance. So, please, stop worrying and make love to me.

Weyoun nodded and looked down, watching his own bodily movements. Her legs were slightly parted but not enough. He used his knee to pry them open a little wider so he could slip in between. Her free hand moved down his chest, caressing the planes of his body before it reached his rigid manhood, pleasing him briefly before moving lower...

...and found the sensitive slit beneath it, and he sucked in a horrified gasp that she found the one thing she never discovered before, that he had deliberately kept from her. Which explained how Keevan himself would end up giving birth. Weyoun shut his eyes and turned his face away from her, ashamed.

Weyoun, it's okay, she sent, despite her surprise. Her finger slipped into the folded entrance, the sensitive nerves jolting and making him moan. That was the first time this part of his body was acknowledged, and the long wait had been worth it. Mia's finger pleasuring him in that sweet place made him feel more comfortable and forget about his low esteem. He reopened his eyes and looked back into her loving ones. Weyoun almost moaned in disappointment when her finger withdrew so he could finish his part. He leaned his head forward, tilting it to the side so he could listen to her heartbeat; it picked up several paces, pleasing him. He smiled and shifted himself to her entrance, hesitating in his preparation of them both, his worries vanishing entirely - the memories had not been enough as the actual experience for him - and entered her gently, her moans musical even if actual melodies were nothing in comparison. Her body leaned up and pressed against his, the contact sheer intoxication between them. Her hands pressed against his back and moved down to cup his rear end and pull him closer. Her small hands on his backside, squeezing and kneading, was not so much as the feel of her sweet heat around his manhood - just perfection.

"Oh, Mia," he breathed, sliding back and forth gently, bringing out another sigh from her, the sound making him happy that she was happy. He supported himself with his arms so he could continue to look down at her while he rocked himself back and forth, the pace slow and tenderly erotic to their senses. You just lay back and relax, my love - I'll do everything for you.

Haven't you always?

This time is very special. He could not lean down this time to kiss her, so he sent her one in soft waves through their minds linked.

She moaned as her head tilted back when he hit the spot he was supposed to. "Weyoun, right there." He thrusted his hips forward again, hitting it over and over again until he had to slow the pace down as his body was getting tired; he forced himself on because all he could think about was his wife. Weyoun, this is wonderful - how did you ever think to be so gentle? You haven't been like this since our...first time.

He managed a light smile. That time was special for us as much as tonight is. Should that be enough of an explanation?

She nodded, unable to answer now as the power of rapture overcame their senses. Weyoun's arms strained as he could no longer hold himself up, settling on laying his body atop his Mia but continued the pace, picking back up where he left off and continually sharing a kiss with her every now and then as they could not get enough of it...and it ended with a climax of white-hot, fiery pleasure erupting between their bodies.

"Ohhh..." He threw his head back as he felt himself empty into her body, waited until he was finished before he slowly pulled himself out and laid beside her, drawing the covers up over them, staring at the ceiling for awhile, listening to his own heartbeat ringing in his ears and felt Mia's do the same. "I don't...I never thought..." Words seemed to fail him at this time.

Mia looked over at him. "Never thought it'd be so wonderful? You remember everything we did together."

Weyoun nodded, finally looking over at her. "That was my predecessor."

She moved over him, her hair falling in a dark curtain on either side of her face. "You're still the same Weyoun I first fell in love with. You have the same face, the same wonderful voice, that amazing gentle and powerful aura -" She kissed him gently. "- just everything he had."

Immensely touched, Weyoun felt a tear roll down his cheek, which she noticed and reached to wipe it away. "Don't cry, angel. I mean every word."

"I know you do," he whispered back, opening his arms for her to climb into. "I do not know how I could have been blessed to have you, Mia. You're giving, peaceful, strong, been through so much more than anyone could recall - but you're still standing tall and proud. You're everything a woman should be."

She leaned against him, her ear pressed against his breastbone. "And you're everything I need in a man. You're...more of a man than the last Weyoun was, and the other one in the Dominion," she breathed. "I love you."

And I you. He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead and fell asleep with her in his embrace.