Chapter Eight
Sleeping with the Enemy
He had decided to follow Mia Sisko to wherever it was she went after she was done with her shift, and strangely enough, he was extremely surprised she would come here of all places. He didn't think anyone else knew she was here; this was an abandoned area, apparently. He came and hid in the shadows so she wouldn't know he was there - and that was when he saw her. She was all in black, accentuating every curve of her body his predecessor remembered well, she introduced herself to swirling various blades from all cultures in the air, challenging an imaginary opponent to a duel, and the whole time, with his hands clasped behind his back and posture stiff, Weyoun was impressed with her abilities. He wondered why she didn't seek to join the ranks of her father and the rest of the DS9 crew.
He couldn't see if her skin was beginning to sweat from where he was standing. It was a fascinating sight, seeing her spar against an unseen foe; her incredible strength and speed, her intelligence and fondness for action - why was she a simple game girl when she could be so much more? Weyoun guessed that she had potential but chose not to get too far ahead of herself.
It made him realize that he could persuade her to join him and the Dominion.
She stopped her parries and replaced the latest Klingon blade back with the rest, and then she surprised him with what he recognized as a song. His ears were sensitive, so he detected a melody he couldn't place, but it made his ears twitch with pleasure, as her voice did. He couldn't explain it in words, but she set him up in a blaze - no, he loved the Founders! The Founders and no one else; what had his predecessor been thinking?!
"Did your master send you to spy on me?" Mia purred, a smile twisting her face as she lowered her weapon she'd raised at him - a Klingon kar'takin, he recognized. An impressive blade of choice, not that he would ever wield one. Vorta were not physical beings. "Send you to keep tabs on me?"
Weyoun stared at her for a moment before finding his voice and laughing. "Ah, no, I simply let curiosity get the best of me."
She turned from him and put the kar'takin back, locking the doors. "Curiosity killed the cat, as they say on Earth," she told him. "Gets you in deep every time."
Weyoun smirked. "And compared to what my predecessor endured, I'm not quite sure how much trouble I could be in very soon. I was cloned last year, dear Mia. And life's been nothing but good to me - but this," he said, hissing with the "S" at the end. "Your father...I like him very much, but he disagrees with everything we stand for, refuses to come to a peaceful settlement just this once with Cardassia and the Dominion."
She fixed him with her eyes - one brown, the other blue. He wondered if this was genetic or if she was born with it; Weyoun 4 couldn't figure it out, either. "Well, you can't get everything your way, you know," she said smoothly. "That's what life is all about. And as for the Dominion, as much as I find you interesting, Weyoun..." Her drawl of his name bristled him. "...I follow my father and all my friends with loathing everything it stands for. Disturbs me that you would even so much as follow them."
He fumed; he might harbor some feelings of attraction for her, but the fact she was stubborn as her father and wouldn't hold his ideals. He might be foolish to think she would be swayed so easily. "I suppose you wouldn't be interested in switching sides and joining me, with the Dominion, where we might as well belong together." The words were out before he could think. Her eyes flashed with the intensity of a starship engine brought to life.
"What makes you think I would do that?" she asked softly, taking a few steps forward until she was standing in front of him. "Abandon my family and comrades for your conquering affairs of state? I'm not as delicate as you think I am. I might look like a flower, but I don't feel like one. Don't presume to think otherwise."
She was bold and daring; who knew how and where she got that from. Weyoun liked to think she was naturally so. "Oh, I wouldn't presume." Her hands were on her hips, and he did his own thing by folding his arms across his chest. He wondered what it would take to make her break. He sensed she was stronger than he might be thinking, so it would be difficult unless he applied the right amount of pressure. And that was all it would take. The fire in her eyes matched his, competing brown and blue against light amethyst. That fire sent his nerves tingling; his body was reacting in a way he never experienced before.
"If you ever want me in any way, it better be something other than persuading me to join the Dominion, make me into something I'm not," Mia snarled, her sweetness from the game of dabo gone and replaced by a vicious little minx. Hmm, she wanted a challenge with him. "Use your soothing words, your diplomatic mannerisms, your beautiful eyes -" She stopped there, her eyes suddenly widening. Weyoun felt his own widen as well as the unexpected comment. Silence filled the air between them, the tension getting greater with each passing second. "I-I better go," was all Mia could utter, leaving him there and running for the staircase.
~o~
What the hell had she been thinking? Or maybe she wasn't, and that made it even more terrifying. But it was true; Weyoun's eyes were the most enthralling, violaceous shade she'd ever seen in her life. His last incarnation might have kissed her and fueled her fire with those eyes, but with things between the Federation and the Cardassian/Dominion alliance worse than ever, she wasn't sure if it was ever possible now to form more than a mere attachment with the beautiful Vorta diplomat. Perhaps she shouldn't deny that any longer; Weyoun was the most handsome creature she'd ever seen. But a price to pay was him serving a group of proud, shape-shifting dictators whom she still loathed for taking Odo's powers when he killed one of their own because it was necessary - and such an act had never been done in their history, so to resort to a drastic measure to keep it that way...Mia hated the Changelings period, and the fact Weyoun worshipped them?!
She couldn't believe he even thought she would consider abandoning her life and home for him - and wait, did that mean what she thought he did? Not only him asking her to join the Dominion, but did he actually like her more than a simple acquaintance? Now that she was thinking it was possible, she felt more scared than excited now.
She'd arrived at her own quarters; she'd been given her own since she became a legal adult and arrived aboard with Benjamin and Jake. Now she wanted nothing more than to bathe in vanilla and go to sleep, but before she could, the buzzer rang. Who could that be? "Come in!" she called, and the doors whooshed open. To her surprise, in strolled Weyoun. "What are you doing here?" she asked.
He clasped his hands in front of him, but he didn't smile. "I want to know why you said my eyes were beautiful," he said as he marched over until he was in front of her, holding her face to his. "I have never received such compliments in my lifetime, and neither have my predecessors. I honestly do not know how to take it."
Mia nodded. "You remember your predecessor telling me about Vorta mating rituals?" she asked. She'd seen other humans and non-humans together all the time, but with a Vorta? It was unheard of, alright.
Weyoun chuckled. "Vorta stick to their own kind even if we choose to find a match. Mating with non-Vorta is very rare," he cited, making them both laugh before getting serious again. "Amelia Sisko, I also came to apologize for my...proposition."
She snorted and waved that off. "I've had enough of Gul Dukat and the Founders today, so I would rather not talk about your little proposal, thank you very much." Simply talking about it just about ruined the rest of her evening that she'd been hoping to work the stress out. "And I prefer Mia. Amelia was my grandmother whom my father never got along with. If you don't mind, I would rather you distract me with something else."
He cocked his head to the side, a slightly unpleasant smile forming on his face. It seemed like this was a game he really enjoyed playing, more than dabo itself. That smile turned her on for a very good yet scary reason. "And what would you like me to distract you with if not with talking about changing sides for a greater good?"
Seething internally that ordering the deaths of innocent people and imposing martial law, and so forth, was said to be "greater good" by those enforcing it, Mia blurted out so no more time was wasted, "Kiss me right now, like your predecessor did. See if it makes you feel the way he did. I felt it, too, unmistakably." She remembered how passionate and eager he was, but also exploring new territory like a young man entering the real world on his own. He made her body feel like it was burning to one thousand degrees which no human or humanoid, or any other alien, would ever survive. She wanted to see if this new Weyoun would do the same for her; she wanted to know if, despite being a clone, he was still the same person. Cloning WAS a form of immortality, after all, never aging in appearance and living up to as long as he or she could be, unless someone or something else killed them.
He looked thoroughly shocked at the valorous question. His soft, full lips - if slimmer than hers - were parted but no words came out. She could hear his breathing in a soft volume. "Oh...alright," was all he could say, and she closed her eyes, just wanting to be surprised when she felt his lips on hers. Barely a few seconds passed before they were, silky and tingling...melting.
She pulled back a few seconds later. "What are you feeling now?" she asked, her cheeks warm and possibly pink. Weyoun's eyes darkened to a deeper purple, telling her yes. And they were enough to tell her the answer she'd wanted. "I don't suppose this is a bad time, then, to ask if you remember me asking you -"
"- if I wanted to be free," he answered. "Of course I do, and the answer is not important. I live to serve the Founders in all things."
Mia lost it, but she was careful not to raise her voice for anyone else to hear. "Weyoun, listen to me, I'm not asking to you defect from them, but there's more than just serving them. Giving up your life and happiness - clone or not - means living as a machine where everything means nothing to you." He turned away from her, not wanting to hear anything from her now, but she wouldn't let him go so easily. "Don't you walk away when I'm talking to you."
"I'm a representative for the Dominion," he said coldly, looking down at her. "And I have no choice. If the Founder detects any form of defect in me, then I am fit for termination and my next incarnation more dutiful. Though I am more than prepared for that, I do not wish to displease the gods."
She could see there was no point in arguing with him; he was too loyal as she was too loyal to her own side. But their differences would not erase this forbidden heat burning between them, because the Earth Bible said that the forbidden fruit always tasted that much sweeter - yet with dire consequences. Mia was always terrified of consequences, but she was also always willing to risk for happiness. "Well, then, there is another way to resolve." It wasn't that way to her, but it might certainly work on him.
Weyoun raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Do tell."
"Mate with me."
~o~
Weyoun was at a loss for words; for her to ask him to do the one thing common in all species - two becoming one - he was left in a mild state of shock. He shouldn't...he shouldn't...but then he felt it. Down below, in the deeper regions of his pants, movement aroused in him in a manner that had never occurred before. Was this called need? He realized how exquisite it felt, but the longer it continued, the less he could stand it. Mia was looking down with him, her eyes knowing.
"You want this," she said softly. "I'm ready for you, and I don't want to wait any longer." She took both his hands into hers.
Dear my love, haven't you wanted
to be with me?
And, dear my love, haven't you longed
to be free?
"When Daddy told me what happened to your...predecessor," she said slowly, making him flinch; clones were conscious about the deaths of the ones before them, "I was devastated. Because you made me feel something I never did before, silly as it is, but I know what I want. It scares me, but I'm willing to take big steps for what I know I want." She looked deep into his eyes, opening herself up to him. Weyoun nodded slowly in understanding. She had never been touched by another man; she was a young woman, beautiful in appearance and under the surface, but no one ever claimed her. Weyoun had little experience about these things, so he had to admit this was far out of his comfort zone...but he also wanted to make this night unforgettable. He won't see her again after he and Dukat left the station, so he wanted tonight and however longer last.
I can't keep pretending that I don't
even know you
And at sweet night, you are my own
Take my hand
She'd been expecting him to use words as his answer, but Weyoun wanted to do one thing and one thing only which sealed it all instead of using vocals. He leaned forward and placed a soft, chaste kiss on her lips, just a simple peck which made her stiffen and unable to speak. He let his smile split into a triumphant, teeth-bearing grin. He'd done it, even more when he returned his mouth to hers and this kiss became hotter and involved a little more tongue and stirring something even hotter in his loins that he never felt before either; it was both dangerous and thrilling at the same time. There was a fine difference between love and lust, but he took them both into the same sentence. She possessed telepathy as he did, so he sent the message through the air and through her for the first time, now that it was just the two of them.
I've loved you since the day we first met. It wasn't explored wholly, but it was always there.
And I've loved you since long before we met, she returned, melting him on the spot, but then reality hit him when he gently broke apart, the tight heat below his waist getting to him more negatively than positively now.
"Mia, wait. Are you sure we're not rushing anything? I can wait; we have all the time in the universe..." There might be another chance, now that he'd said that, but it would be so much longer and he wasn't sure if he could ever bear that.
She nodded. "I'm ready."
~o~
Losing your virginity is always painful, but keeping it going always lessened it. Mia was biting her lip nervously as she reached to slip off her tank top and exposed herself more to his eyes with shedding her pants and underwear. Her father and Jake wouldn't be coming by tonight; she had the night all with Weyoun, the "guest" aboard this ship. Gul Dukat wouldn't need him either, that she knew of right now. But you never knew when you would be interrupted, but she didn't want to rush either. Weyoun didn't want to, either. His eyes deepened to an ultraviolet when he drank in her exquisitely full breasts and firm stomach, flared hips and toned legs. "By the Founders, Mia...!" he exclaimed in amazement. He couldn't appreciate the art and beauty of anything other than his newfound lover. It saddened her to know he couldn't enjoy anything else, but she would make him enjoy her.
She watched him lean forward and began to remove his boots, giggling at the sight of his adorable feet revealed to her. He looked up then and quirked an amused brow at her. He stood and worked to remove his tunic next. While she watched, standing naked before him while he was working to get himself in the same state, she giggled again at the sight of his arousal jutting out through his trousers. "Excited?" she asked even though she didn't have to. His hypnotic violet eyes flashed mischievously in response, matching his smile. Need you ask? his message was. Weyoun lifted his shirt over his head and showed a softly muscled chest, smaller in build and devoid of any marks or scars. Then his trousers were gone so he was completely naked. Mia let her eyes wander from that chest and down the rest of his body, stopping directly on his erect member, nestled richly against black. She didn't know why, but always the sight of that turned her on more than anything else, naturally because that was the main part which joined man and woman together as one.
Weyoun smirked as he detected what she was thinking. "You really like it, don't you, my dear?" He crossed her in two strides, but she never removed her eyes once from his hard length. Mia shivered when his arms wrapped around her as he leaned down again and kissed her again. Mmm, his lips so soft and silky, like nothing she remembered touching or tasting in her life. She was more than ready for him, because she felt herself getting hotter to the inferno level, molten like a volcanic core ready to explode. She felt Weyoun's hands on her now, caressing her shoulders and then moving down to her breasts, her nipples sensitive and hard like his cock now pressing between her legs, pushing past her pubic nest and finding the sensitive nub in the middle, sending a jolt of pleasure through her. She in turn reached down to trail over his chest, stopping briefly at his left nipple, gently flickering at it before continuing, feeling his soft six-pack and then finally feeling the rough sensation of Weyoun's pubic hair and manhood pulsating under her fingers. The head was wet with pre-cum, trembling under her nails and wanting to be somewhere else other than in the open air.
He bucked gently into her hand. "That's so good, my love. Do it again." She repeated the ritual of massaging the length with her fingers, and his body jolted with the pleasure his body was feeling. Now she found herself looking back up at his face; his eyes were closed tight, mouth opened and releasing soft but rapid breaths of ecstasy. He was happy, and she loved making him happy. Mia brought her other hand up to gently stroke his right ear; Vorta ears were sensitive, she read, and it made him moan deliciously that her nerves were rattling. She knelt down then between his legs and did the sure thing she knew would want him to hurry and get them both into bed, which was through the next doorway where her bath waited for her in the same area. She realized that she'd forgotten about it before deciding it could wait until morning instead. Weyoun wouldn't care, would he?
She concentrated on flicking her tongue out over the head of his cock, getting another jerk of his hips. Weyoun's words were nonsyllabic, unable to form proper phrases, other than moans of her name and whimpering nonstop, until he stopped her by pulling his hips from her mouth; he didn't taste bad, but let's call it bittersweet. "Let's move to the bed," he offered breathlessly, picking her up and carrying her like a new bride to the bed, sprawled with silk and cotton together. He was on top of her, confident in himself now but still nervous. "I'll try to be gentle," he promised. Mia nodded and held her breath, her heart thundering loudly in her ears, as she felt him bring his shaft to her wet opening. He slid in easily, but there was the thin obstacle called her maidenhead back on Earth in old times, and the pain shot through her like the tearing of a precious exotic blanket. She cried out and jerked slightly. Weyoun paused and looked at her with some panic in his eyes, softening when he moved in and out once, twice, and continued that routine when she begged him to. She never begged anyone anything, but the whole bliss of sex - especially to a virgin's first time - usually tended to change the person in the midst of the act. Weyoun kissed her again and cooed, "Let me take care of the poor little space princess, ease her pain."
She chuckled and arched her neck so he possessed it, nibbling and kissing as foreplay and comfort. Mia gave herself, opened up to him wholly, spreading her legs wider and wrapping around his waist. This was one of the positions she remembered being the most common in the Indian Kama Sutra but forgot which one it was named. For sure, it was one used as deflowering; twenty-four years old, and her first time hurt, but she wasn't surprised, and it was truly amazing she was finally with the man-alien of her dreams, one who was a ruthless servant of evil but actually possessed a softer side and a heart only she knew. They were on opposite sides; he a Dominion diplomat and she the Federation captain's daughter - but their love was stronger than the shackles their worlds tried to bind them with.
He shifted his hips so his manhood was aligned properly inside her and massaging her properly; she shifted her legs around him like crawling vines to urge him on, grasping his arms and digging her nails into the pure flesh. Weyoun hissed delightfully, which soon turned into a primal growl as he looked down at her to see her beginning to pour sweat as he was now doing so. Their bodies shone brighter than any diamond in existence, getting stronger when he pumped his hips faster and faster, slowing down only to save the energy and picking up again, their desire-filled cries echoing the walls which were actually sound-proof, climaxing when their bodies released the fruitful energy into each other.
Weyoun was so beautiful with his eyes closed in post-coital bliss, his moans high and lowering into a softer level when the last of his cream emptied into Mia. He slowly pulled from her body and laid on top of her, burying his face into the crook of her neck and shoulder. Mia sighed in content as her newly ravished body savored the feel of Weyoun's bewitching body on top of hers after their spellbinding lovemaking. She lazily scratched and massaged his back and shoulders, him murmuring wordlessly against her shoulder appreciatively. "You like that?" she asked with a croon. He chuckled and nodded in response, not lifting his head to look at her. "That was amazing," she told him. "You were amazing."
Weyoun raised his head then and smirked. "As were you."
"I love you," she whispered, tracing his lips with her fingers, which he kissed every one of them.
"Loving the enemy is treason."
"And I don't care," she swore. "I can deal with anything in life."
He chuckled and shook his head, resting the side of his face against the soft hills of her breasts. "You have an incredible heartbeat," he noted. "I never thought I'd appreciate biology and real emotion. But then again, art and biology are two separate things."
"They are," Mia agreed, holding him close. She ran her fingers through his rich mane of black curls. "You're so beautiful, you know that? So cunning, so strong in speech, so graceful..." He burst into a fit of almost girlish giggles that she joined in and assumed control, switching their positions so she was on top of him and looking down on him. "Do you agree?"
"If I said I agreed with how I view myself, I'd label myself a narcissist," he answered. "And I'm not."
"No, you're not." Mia kissed him. "Wish we could do this every night?"
He sighed sadly and shook his head. "I'd love nothing more, but then Dukat would notice, and perhaps anyone else aboard the ship. We'll have to be cautious, my love. I hate keeping our love a secret, but it has to be that way for now."
Mia nodded. Being a longtime lover of romance in all shapes and sizes and forms, forbidden love was that much sweeter, but now she knew how the heroines themselves felt in these situations. Notably Romeo and Juliet, whose taboo ended in tragedy and their feuding families binded together that way. That was NOT what she wanted of herself, her new Vorta lover, and their opposing sides.
The "Kama Sutra" is a six-hundred or so year old Indian-Hindu guide on human sexual behavior, with Indian artwork illustrations of a little over a hundred different sex positions and written descriptions on how to do them. ;) The actual book is hard to find, but there are others out there with those positions, some modernized up to date.
The song parts are from "Anywhere" by Evanescence, if anyone missed my message from earlier. :)
Forbidden is always the best, but it is also very fatal.
