Disclaimer: See Chapter 1. This chapter is definitely M, so fair warning, people.
Yalroun turned and scowled at Gelnon's entrance to his quarters.
"I'm sorry, I don't recall inviting you in here."
Gelnon smirked. "Don't you? You invited me the minute you touched Rebecca. I have every right to kill you, Yalroun."
"I'm aware of the old laws, Gelnon. But before you act, hear me out."
Gelnon raised his eyebrows. "And what do you have to say to me?"
The scientist smiled wickedly. "Did Rebecca tell you a sob story about how I came onto her without her permission? About how I took advantage of her and refused to stop?"
"As a matter of fact, she did."
"And if she were lying?"
Gelnon paused and considered it, but he refused to believe that Rebecca would be unfaithful. He felt he knew her well enough to know she wouldn't do something like that. "Humans don't often vomit after lying. If she wasn't telling the truth, she was more convincing than the most cunning Vorta. Would you call humans better liars than us, Yalroun?"
"She might be. Oh, she begged me, Gelnon...she begged me for more. She wanted me to control her, to own her, to be her master. She wanted everything I had to give...and that drives you insane, doesn't it?"
By now the two Vorta were slowing circling each other, like two dogs ready to strike. The room was thick with tension, so heavy it almost weighed down on the shoulders of the two men as they sized each other up. Gelnon was taller, stronger and more hearty than Yalroun when it came to the battle that would eventually ensue, but Yalroun had an slight edge with quick reflexes and a quick mind. A battle such as this wasn't rare; Vorta often engaged in mental spars to test their strength and to win dominance over their adversaries. Weyoun was a master at this, and Yalroun was of Weyoun's blood. But Gelnon had much more experience in this than the scientist, and he had anger and cause to drive him on.
"Hardly. I don't believe a word you say, but I guarantee that you will pay for what you've done. Rebecca is mine, and you cannot have her."
Gelnon took a step toward the scientist, who then darted behind a low table so that it stood between them. He saw Yalroun's eyes dart toward the door every once and a while as they continued to circle around the table, and Gelnon moved so that he blocked Yalroun's way out. The scientist narrowed his eyes at him, then jumped to the left. The other Vorta blocked him again and quickly closed the distance between them, and Yalroun, trying to step backward, tripped over the table. He sprawled onto his back, and in an instant, Gelnon was kneeling by his side and pinning his arms to the floor. One knee held Yalroun's legs down, and the other Vorta's face was cold as he stared down at his adversary. He leaned down next to his ear.
"Take a good look around, you pitiful, worthless pile of filth. This is the last of the real world you're going to see."
Despite the gravity of the situation, Yalroun laughed at him and his insult. "They'll just clone me again, Gelnon. You can't win this fight."
"We'll see, won't we?"
With that, he firmly grasped Yalroun's ear and closed his eyes.
They were standing ten feet apart in a darkened room that was devoid of furniture or decoration of any kind. Shadows swirled around them, and Gelnon grinned as Yalroun tried to push him out of his mind. But the other Vorta stayed firm, and at his silent command, chains lept out of the floor and bound Yalroun's hands. He gasped and strained against them, pushing with all his might, but he wasn't nearly as strong as Gelnon. The diplomat grinned maliciously.
"You desire my human, and you wish to see her again. Let's summon her, shall we?"
Out of the shadows, Rebecca sauntered toward Gelnon, swaying her hips and running her hand through her long, unbound hair. She was wearing practically nothing, and although her presence pleased him, Yalroun knew Gelnon would use this shadow of the one he desired against him.
Gelnon held out his hand to the human and she took it with a smile. He pulled her toward him, her back to his chest, and ran his hand up and down her body. She moaned in ecstasy and leaned into him, even reaching behind her and stroking his ear, and Yalroun couldn't help but feel a small surge of jealousy. Gelnon chuckled softly and flicked his cold eyes toward his victim.
"We have a guest, my dear. Let's make him feel welcome."
Pseudo-Rebecca walked up to Yalroun and ran a light fingernail down his cheek, then got behind him and wrapped her arms around his chest. She breathed seductively onto the sensitive spot behind his ear, and her tongue teasingly traced its outline. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth to stop himself from moaning, and Gelnon smiled. Rebecca did it again, harder, and slowly nibbled on the edge of the sensitive appendage. This time Yalroun couldn't hold back his moan of lustful satisfaction.
"Remove his clothes."
A knife appeared in Rebecca's hand and she began forcefully cutting away the scientist's clothing. She left his underwear untouched and threw the rest of the cloth into the shadows, where it disappeared.
"Good," said Gelnon. "Now make him moan."
She walked around to face him, then slowly brought her lips to his. Her tongue teased his lips, which almost burned as she pressed against him. He allowed her to part his lips and explore his mouth, but he held in his moan when her fingers began to play with his ears. Her fingertips traced every ridge all the way down to the point on his cheek, but even then he didn't give Gelnon the satisfaction of hearing him moan.
But out in reality, he was finding it hard to hold in his excitement. The sensations Gelnon forced into his mind felt very real to him out here, and he could actually feel Rebecca's passionate kiss on his lips. He was aroused by her teasing fingers and tongue, and heat began to grow between his legs. He fought his own desire and settled himself down, but Gelnon caught his action.
The other Vorta chuckled. "Oh, now you control yourself? We can't have that, can we?"
Rebecca knelt down before Yalroun and pulled his underwear down to his ankles. She enveloped him with her mouth, and her skillful tongue teased his sensitive flesh. He bit his lip so hard he almost drew blood, but the human grazed her teeth over him, and he couldn't control himself anymore. He tilted his head back and moaned loudly, shivering as pleasure so intense it nearly made his knees buckle flooded him. Pseudo-Rebecca grinned and continued her work down below, and he looked down at her, his breath no more than a ragged pant and his gaze filled with delicious lust.
Gelnon laughed. "She's good, isn't she? Rebecca?"
Her teeth which had so seductively scraped his skin now turned into fangs and sunk into his flesh. He howled in agony, screaming as she bit him again and again.
"You want her to stop?" Gelnon asked, his tone light and amused, as if asking him if he would like a drink.
Yalroun looked up at him with a deadly glare, but couldn't hold back a strangled cry when Rebecca bit harder. He was determined not to give in again, but his resolve was fading fast. Finally he nodded.
Rebecca stopped and stood. He felt like he might collapse, but she held him up and got behind him. Then she put her hand over the bleeding area and caressed it as if nothing had happened. Blood stained her fingers and smudged his pale skin as she glided her hand up his body to his ear. She massaged it, smearing blood over the sensitive ridges, and he didn't even bother holding in his mixed moans of pain and pleasure.
Gelnon watched Yalroun's control crumble with a gleeful expression on his face. He could sit here and do this for hours, and another idea came to mind. A table with a glass of liquid appeared beside him, and he turned back to Yalroun and Rebecca.
"You can stop, my dear."
She stepped away from him, and he fell to his knees. Rebecca then fetched the glass of liquid and waited for Gelnon to make his next move.
He concentrated and made Yalroun's throat as parched as sand, and the Vorta panted and tried to swallow. But he couldn't even do that, he was so thirsty, and he noticed the glass.
His eyes strayed to Gelnon, who gave him a wicked grin.
"Beg."
The cold command rang in Yalroun's ears, and he tried to push against Gelnon's mind again. But no matter how hard he tried, the other Vorta didn't budge. It amazed him how much control he had over him, that he could make him feel incredible pleasure one minute and unbearable torture the next. The nagging thought that all he could hope for now was a quick death plagued him, but he wasn't ready to give up just yet.
"Never," he rasped.
Gelnon shrugged and motioned to Rebecca, who took the glass and knelt down in front of Yalroun. She held it to his lips, and it disturbed him that the other Vorta had let him have it so quickly. He was loathe to drink it, but his thirst was becoming unbearable. He took a drink.
He let out a noise of surprise as the cold substance trickled down his throat. It was the most amazing thing he had ever tasted, making his tongue tingle with delight. He gulped down more and more of the delicious drink, and Rebecca tilted the glass to accommodate him.
When the glass was empty, he moaned.
"More," he panted. "I need more." He didn't stop the words from spilling from his lips; indeed, his need for the substance was undeniable. He couldn't bear to go on without another drink of whatever was in that glass.
Gelnon simply folded his arms and waited. Yalroun understood that he was to beg him for another drink, but the few scraps of pride he had left prevented him from doing that, at least for now. He refused to give in.
Rebecca, on the other hand, continued to tease his entire body, and it seemed with every caress and lick and kiss his desire for that drink grew, and his disgust with himself grew as well. And Rebecca was driving him insane with her touch. She slowly yet passionately kissed his lips, and he moaned and reciprocated.
"Please," he whispered to her. "Please give me more."
Gelnon laughed. "She's not real, Yalroun! You want that drink, you ask me."
Yalroun bowed his head in defeat. "You've won, Gelnon. Do you think I'd dare touch her again after what you've done to me? Just kill me now and get it over with."
He laughed again. "Oh, no...that would be far too easy and not as fun! I assure you, you will die. But you'll beg me for your death before I oblige you."
Yalroun remained silent.
Gelnon simply smiled and concentrated again. A piercing scream rang in his ears as he filled Yalroun with blinding pain. It felt like his body was on fire, as if someone were stabbing him with a red-hot poker over and over. He wanted it to end. He wanted it to end so badly that he was willing to grovel before Gelnon, before anyone, just so that this pain stopped.
But his pride held out for a while as he suffered. The only sounds that broke the cold silence were the sounds of his whimpers and screams. Then, so quiet Gelnon could barely hear him, Yalroun spoke.
"Please end this."
Gelnon grinned. "Excuse me?"
"Please end this, Gelnon. You've won," he said a little louder.
"I'm sorry, I still didn't quite catch that."
"You've won, now end it!" His voice was up to normal volumes now.
"One more time."
"I said END IT NOW, GELNON! YOU'VE GOT YOUR LITTLE VICTORY, NOW KILL ME!"
Gelnon's cold laughter echoed around the empty room, and it was only then that Yalroun noticed that Pseudo-Rebecca had disappeared. The other Vorta nodded in satisfaction.
"I will. But before I do, I have one last thing to say to you."
He walked up to Yalroun's panting, trembling form and knelt down.
"I hope you've learned your lesson, you pitiful excuse for a Vorta. You gave in so easily to me. You didn't even fight back!"
He laughed at him again, and Yalroun stared at him in utter loathing.
"And you won't see Rebecca again. You see, I had Eriaya put in a request for your transfer, and your replacement will be sent to Rondac III instead of here. Now...are you ready to die?"
He bowed his head and nodded.
"So be it."
The knife appeared in Gelnon's hand, and he held it to the kneeling Vorta's throat.
"You're nothing but a filthy animal, Yalroun. Find your own human to contaminate with your dirty worthless blood next time."
Shiny steel flashed in the dark, and a spray of reddish-purple blood splattered Gelnon's vest. He smiled in cold amusement as Yalroun's corpse fell to the ground, and out in the real world, he opened his eyes.
He stared down at the dead Vorta on the floor and laughed softly as a slit seemed to bloom on Yalroun's throat. A small trickle of blood escaped the wound and trailed down toward the dead Vorta's shirt, and Gelnon stood and strode from the room, leaving the other man to the Jem'Hadar.
