Disclaimer: See Chapter 1. This chapter contains SEXUAL MATTERS. Don't like, don't read.

Although he hid it all day, Weyoun's mind was churning with nervousness and worry. The task ahead of him that night did not leave his mind for a minute. There were moments when he realized it would be imperative to touch her, and the thought made his heart pound with excitement. But then the worry and nervousness would return, and he would concentrate harder on his work, or at least attempt to. He was tracking a raid on the Federation outpost at Corish X when the door opened.

Damar had failed to come in today, not that Weyoun cared. The last thing he needed was the Cardassian's drunken antics while he was trying to work and trying not to think about tonight. But it was not Damar. Weyoun tensed slightly and bowed to her, and the young Changeling came forward and lightly touched his shoulder. She glanced over his battle plans and asked a few questions, which he gladly answered.

"Your quarters, 2200," she whispered as he traced the Cardassian border with his finger.

"As you wish," he breathed back.

...

The rest of the day seemed to slip away like sand between his fingers, and soon he was walking to his quarters, his heart pounding in worried anticipation. She hadn't arrived yet, so he sat on his bed, only to jump up again and pace around the room.

Finally, the doors opened to reveal her, and once the doors had closed behind her, she rushed to him and gathered him into her arms. Her embrace was short before she kissed him again, and the ferocity and passion behind it nearly knocked him off his feet.

She pulled away and laughed. "I don't even know what that's called, but I like it," she murmured, tracing his lips with a deft finger.

"A kiss," he replied softly. He shivered and gasped at her actions, and her smile widened. She slowly trailed her hand toward his ear, and as she began a slow, exploratory massage, his eyes widened. She kissed him again, this one slower and hungrier, and she took her time exploring his lips. Then she parted his lips with her tongue and explored further, causing him to moan. She gripped his ear tighter, and he took that as a sign that she was pleased. He was doing all right so far, letting her explore him and giving her what she had found pleasing yesterday.

He felt his jacket loosen, and he shrugged it off his shoulders. Then she stopped and allowed him to take off his shirt, but when he reached for the zipper of his pants, she stopped him with a giggle.

"One thing at a time, Vorta," she whispered, kissing his neck. She shoved him back and he collided with the wall, and he wrapped his arms around her as she returned to the sensitive spot behind his ear. Her lips teasingly and sensuously grazed his skin, and soon he was panting and moaning. Sweat began to prick his forehead and bead on his chest. Her hands trailed lazily down his chest, lavishing caresses onto his smooth skin. He gasped loudly as her teeth grazed him just as her finger pressed his nipple, and his fingernails dug into her back. She pulled away and concentrated on his chest, letting her fingers roam freely over his skin.

"Do you..." he began, his voice no more than a whisper. "Do you want to move to the bed?"

She tilted her head. "I don't know...do Solids..."

"This sort of activity usually happens in a bed, yes."

She nodded and dragged him over to the bed, then let him lay down on it. She laid herself on top of him and gently kissed his lips.

"Now what?"

He sighed. "Whatever you want, Founder. I live to serve you, and if it is your wish to explore me..." he trailed off, blushing. But she simply smiled and went back to feeling his chest. Her legs slipped down to kneeling on either side of him, and her fingers continued drawing lines to nowhere on his chest.

Suddenly, she dipped her head and licked his skin, causing him to gasp. It was...a peculiar sensation, but it felt good despite that. He closed his eyes and let her do as she wished. She slowly kissed every inch of him from his neck all the way down his chest, and when she found a sensitive spot, he would moan and convulse slightly in pleasure. When this happened, she would stop and breath on the spot, then lightly trace the rising goosebumps with her tongue.

"Yes," he gasped as she paused over a spot in the center of his chest. His breathing was erratic, erotic, beyond his control. She learned fast, and she often bit the sensitive places just to make him moan louder.

She came to the hem of his pants, then abandoned her trail down his body in favor of another kiss. Then she kissed his nose and sighed.

"This intimacy is not for one to please the other, is it?"

"No," he breathed, "it is for two to please each other, Founder."

She grinned at that and flipped him so that they switched places. "Then please me, Weyoun."

Before his eyes, the pale pink clothes she had on disappeared, and she was now naked. He gazed into her eyes for a moment, then slowly, reverently leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. He felt her smile against his lips, and every move he made was slow and worshipful. She willingly followed his lead wherever he went, almost worshiping him back as they slowly intensified the kiss. In his mind, this was worship, and he would give her his all, no matter his reservations. He lived to serve her, to please her, and this was the way she had chosen for him to fulfill his devotion.

He slowly moved on to her neck, and she laughed.

"When you touch me so gently...it feels pleasant..."

He took that as a sign that she liked it when he lightly kissed and caressed her skin. He lightened the pressure, and she laughed again.

"Yes," she whispered so softly he could barely hear her, "I like that."

At her encouragement, he made every second of contact light and teasing. She murmured in approval, her hands entwining themselves in his thick, curly hair. He stroked her breasts with a careful hand, and she smiled up at him when he pulled away.

In a blink of an eye, he was back under her, and she pressed her mouth to his, and her fingers explored his ribs. He gasped as the tingling, tickling sensation overwhelmed him, and to his surprise, he laughed into her mouth. She stopped and stared at him.

"Weyoun?" She pressed harder against his ribs, causing him to laugh again.

"That," he gasped, "that tickles!"

She laughed with him, then stared at him with a mischievous gleam in her eye. She lowered her head and kissed his ribs.

He shrieked in laughter, convulsing violently to her playful lips. His body twitched away from her, and his hands automatically went to shove her away before he stopped himself. He was her servant, so if she wished to tickle him until he died of laughter, however unbearable the contact might be, it was not his place to stop her.

But she did stop after a bit and reached for the zipper of his pants. He pulled them off and tossed them over the side of the bed, and he blushed as she stared at the bulge in his underwear. She touched the hem of the undergarment, then carefully lifted them over the bulge and off his body. After dropping them on the floor, she turned her attention back to his now-naked form. Her hands trailed down the outside of his thighs, then back up the inside. Her gossamer caresses only intensified his arousal, to his shame. But she smiled at him and stroked the rising organ, causing his eyes to widen. He let out a whimper as she continued...it felt so good...His wide eyes closed and he moaned, long and loud and desperate. She pressed harder, eliciting another whimper.

"You like that," she murmured with a grin.

"Yes," he moaned back, convulsing as her fingers played with him. She kept going and his moans got louder.

"If you like that, then you'll certainly enjoy this," she whispered.

He shot up as he felt her mouth enclose around him, but a moan escaped him before he could beg her to stop.

"Founder, please," he whispered desperately, his tone changing to a more serious one. She stopped and looked at him, her smile fading.

"Don't you like it?"

"Yes, I like it...I like it more than I sh-...you do not understand what that means, Founder," he gasped, desperate to make her understand.

"What I just did? Was that wrong?" she asked, her voice as small as a worried child's.

"No, not necessarily, but...that act is generally not done unless the female is pressured into doing it, or if she loves the man..." he trailed off, swallowing around the lump growing in his throat.

She sat up and straddled him. "I want to do it," she whispered. "I like seeing you tremble at my touch, and I want to see how far this goes...and besides, I like you. I don't know why but...you, Weyoun, are so...intoxicating." The last word was breathed onto his trembling lips, and he could not help but shiver.

"So show me what happens next," she said with a wicked grin, shoving him back onto the pillow. She continued her work, and he whimpered in agonizing pleasure. His hands knotted the sheets, and his fingernails dug into the hard mattress as her tongue began to play with him. He groaned and convulsed so hard that his lower half was lifted slightly off the bed. Her attentions became more intense, and his cries became louder. He didn't care who heard them, he was too absorbed in what was happening to him.

Just when he thought he couldn't take anymore, she stopped and leaned down to look him in the eye. He thought he could then settle himself down, but she pressed hard against his arousal, and he gasped as he throbbed in want.

"It's hot," she murmured, touching her nose to his. At first he thought she was talking about the temperature of the room until her fingers lightly brushed him. Then he understood and nodded slowly, far too helpless to attempt speech.

She glanced down at it, then comprehension dawned in her eyes.

"Oh," she whispered, looking back at him, "you desire completion."

She pressed against him again, and he gasped out an affirmative. She grinned and looked him over: he was breathed erratically and his body was glistening with a light sheen of sweat. His pupils were fully dilated in arousal, and his cheeks were flushed in a light shade of purple. The rest of his face was paler than she had ever seen.

She flipped him so that he was on top again, and he waited for her command. She prepared herself, shape-shifting what she would need, then nodded to him.

"You're sure?" he gasped, worry in his features. She grinned and pulled him so close that their lips were almost touching.

"Do it," she growled, parting her legs to make it easier for him. He nodded, took a deep breath and obeyed.

He almost pulled away at her surprised gasp, but he couldn't bear to stop the indescribable pleasure. The young Changeling had not known what to expect, so at the moment of penetration, she immediately reverted her insides to gel, and she instinctively contracted around him. She squeezed him, causing him to moan, and tears sprung into his eyes. He quickly blinked them away and stared down at her, wondering if she wanted to continue.

Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open, and some of the finer details in her face had melted into fair approximations. A smile had graced her lips, and she opened her eyes and set her piercing blue eyes on him.

"Oh, Weyoun..." she groaned weakly, "do that again..."

He smiled in utter relief; he could not bear to cause her any pain. But it seemed she found his actions as pleasing as he did, and he obeyed her. Her cry was a little louder, and her hands found his hips.

"Again," she whispered. "Please...don't stop."

Thrusts and contractions, back and forth they danced, her insides slowly tightening around him. He slowly became more vocal and she more silent, until he reached a stage where he was murmuring nonsense. She listened intently and silenced him with a finger.

"Kiss me," she whispered, and she captured his lips and dug her fingernails into his thighs as he thrust again.

He could feel the buildup inside him, intense and unstoppable, and he squeezed his eyes shut against the unbearable pleasure. He felt like he might die, the heat and the pressure were so strong. Weyoun wasn't sure if he should finish or not; he so wanted to finish, to experience this in full, but would it be disrespectful? Would she mind?

She could see the question in his face and stroked his hair. "I told you I want to see what happens next. Do what you have to do...and don't be ashamed, Weyoun."

He cried out and moved a little further, and he gripped her shoulders like a lifeline. A noise, half groan and half sob, escaped his pale, parted lips. Pale legs entwining and another tight squeeze...he could hardly think, it was so overwhelming.

Founders, he thought through the haze of pleasure, Founders, this feels so...

He was pulled down and a warm mouth pressed to his. "Do it," he heard her growl in his ear. He gasped and thrust again.

With a violent jolt and a great cry, he collapsed over her, his cheeks tear-stained, his skin slick with sweat. His breathing was still ragged as he weakly pushed himself up.

Her blue eyes were sharp, but satisfied. "Yes...that was quite intense for you, wasn't it?"

He nodded, too weak for speech. He had no choice but to fall back down on her chest, but she simply stroked his ears as he caught his breath. That had been indescribable, utterly amazing, intoxicating. No wonder the Solids loved intimacy so much; the results were quite pleasurable. He shivered as a cool breath of air touch him, and he realized how cold the room felt now. Weyoun finally felt strong enough to push himself up again, and he did so and stared down at her.

"Thank you, Weyoun...are you tired?"

He shook his head. "No, I just needed to catch my breath. Vorta were made to be hearty."

The young Changeling grinned, and suddenly he was under her again.

"Then let's try that again...I want to see how intense I can make it..."

He nodded and nearly cried for joy.

...

An hour later, she traced the lines of sweat that lined his pale skin, and he gazed at her in awe through cloudy amethyst eyes.

"I think I understand this now," she whispered. "She doesn't know why Solids find that so pleasurable, but watching you, your reactions...I understand."

She leaned forward and kissed his lips gently. "You need sleep, Weyoun. I can see you're tired."

He sighed and closed his eyes, and he smiled as he felt her nestle her nose into his neck. Every part of his body relaxed and seemed to sigh in relief, and as her lips gently caressed his skin, he could not fight the exhaustion anymore. He gave in to sleep, and she waited until he was perfectly still before covering him up with the sheets and exiting the room.

When the doors closed, the eyes that had been watching from the vents turned away and left the Vorta to sleep in the growing darkness.