I'm so sorry I kept everyone so long, but I was busy tackling another story I am currently also working on, "The Doctor's Damsel", which is a Batman Begins fic and am proud of so far. :D But in here, things get better now that Weyoun and Kilana confessed their love and will take revenge on Dukat.

The title should imply WHO will be the one to make sure Gul Dukat gets his. ;D

Chapter Six

Taking Back Control

Breaking that necklace made her feel like she had taken a part of herself back from that monster who defiled her. Lately, she would have nightmares and relive that moment, but she couldn't trouble Weyoun at night and deprive him of his beauty rest. She was tired of being weak, tired of letting him do everything for her, so when he told her he had an idea on how to handle the Cardassian, she had her own agenda in mind.

But right now, she waited because he called her his beloved for the first time.

She had been so afraid he wouldn't want her after that happened, and she had been scared she would think of Dukat if Weyoun touched her in that way she still dreamed of him doing to her...everything she was frightened of, but Weyoun's arms made her stop thinking about it. He was promising her they would take their revenge together, but first, the minefield would come down in three days.

However, three days was enough for them to do what they wanted with that bastard Cardassian.

And Weyoun was asking her to be there when the day came that the mines would be destroyed. "Yes," she whispered breathlessly. "I'll be yours, and I'll be by your side."

"Then, when all of this is over, will you marry me?"

She felt like she had been sucked out of an airlock. He - Weyoun asked her to -! "Wh-what?" was all she could ask. She pulled away from him and stood up, pacing back and forth, her brain spinning without thinking straight, trying not to dwell like this anymore, not when something wonderful had happened between them after all these years of friendship and companionship.

"Kilana, marry me. This will be the only way Dukat won't have you anymore. He won't touch you again as long as you are mine. Even if that Cardassian urge of his tries a second time."

She wanted so much to say yes, but everything happened so fast; she wanted to say she needed time, but this was a time of war, and anything could happen. And for all she knew, the Founder could send her elsewhere in a matter of time, but when? Even if she didn't marry Weyoun, then one of them would regret it for a long time. "Then I accept," she said after a long time, after she stopped her pacing and turned to face him only to see that he had stood and was in front of her. "I'll be your mate as soon as the mines are deactivated, as soon as we get our reinforcements and defeat the Federation."

She allowed herself to be taken into his arms again, and this time, he kissed her not only on the lips, but on other parts like her neck, her shoulders to which he pushed her shirt down, and then the tops of her breasts...but she felt her breath hitch and not in a positive way, bringing forth the memory of scaly hands and a rough mouth roaming over her, making her feel like a cheap piece of meat...

"Weyoun, stop. Please stop." She put her hands on his shoulders and made him look at her. He looked puzzled at first and then saddened when realization came over, and she spoke softly. "I'm not ready for that, yet. When I try to think of you that way now, I remember him."

"And that's a problem we have to fix. Which is why I wanted to be the one to watch while you take command of the details."

He told her all the details, and she felt excited knowing the tidbits besides kanar being Dukat's weakness as it was with other Cardassian men, and it gave her an advantage. But most of all, she would be the one weakness he had. Kilana kept trying to tell herself over and over that she was in charge now and not him, that she had the cards to play to send him on his back. She would even use her and Weyoun's secret engagement - as well as the nonexistent documented proof of her rape - against Dukat so he never touched her again.

"I'll wait for you," Weyoun promised her as they stood outside Dukat's quarters, which used to be Captain Sisko's. Who knew if the Gul rearranged the surroundings to make it his taste, or if he left it be to mock the captain. Who cared? All she was here for was to seduce him and attack as soon as his ego guard was lowered. She would strike him at his most vulnerable spot at its best; her veins singed with pleasure when she imagined taking back her control. He thought he could break her, but Weyoun helped make her strong again like he always would. He stood on the other side of the doors so Dukat would not see him. Smirking, Kilana buzzed the quarters and went inside.

"Greetings, Dukat."

The Gul was sprawled clumsily across the long couch, a bottle of empty kanar on the glass table in front of him. He was drunker than she expected. "Kilana...what are you doing here?" he slurred while grinning. "Come to entertain me without me calling for you?"

"As a matter of fact..." She swished her hips slightly to the side as she walked around the table so she was in front of him. "...that is why I am here. I thought a second time would be better with my willing. A female's wiles are irresistible, don't you agree?" She reached over and shoved him down onto his back, making him laugh. "Sit down and be a good boy, Dukat, or I won't give you what you want."

"I promise I'll behave," he said with both hands raised in the air.

Kilana crawled over him, disgusted on the inside but grinning as she leaned in to kiss him, but the truth was that she wasn't going to. Dukat leaned up and tried to, though, but she quickly drew back before his lips could make full contact with hers, so she could crawl down and place faux kisses over his armor, not bothering to open any parts; as soon as she got to the destination of the base of his thighs, a defined bulge was already seen. This was also common in male Vorta in terms of sexual activity, something she would have seen in Weyoun. A part of her hated the fact she was no longer pure, that what she wanted to give Weyoun was taken by this repulsive beast, but this monster would get what he had no idea was coming to him. "I don't think you are keeping your promise," she purred as she reached and fondled his hard crotch, making him moan and close his eyes.

"Well, I can't help it, my dear. You know that by now."

She hissed when she undid his trousers and pulled them down to reveal the organ that ruined the inside of her body, but it was also exposed and an unwitting victim of her mouth. Kilana wasted no time in leaning down to briefly peck it with her mouth, making her want to retch, but she forced herself to continue taking him into her mouth, not using her tongue so her taste buds wouldn't take the horrid flavor into her system - and her teeth were ready.

She closed her jaws down and around Dukat's erect but defenseless length.

His screams were piercing the walls and her ear drums - but otherwise, it was music, arousing her on the spot.

Kilana released him now, after scraping her teeth over his member a few times just to get a few more howls out of him for the pleasure of it, and released him before spitting at him literally in the face, then with her words. "The mark of a queen, not some priceless whore!" She delivered a punch to his groin, too, and he rolled over in midst of his pain, but as a consequence, he slammed his face on the glass table and cracked the top surface. She stood up and away from him, far from the table, hands on her hips and her dignity reclaimed as she looked him down.

"You think you can charm many women and come onto those who refuse you, even those who fight back," she sneered. "You thought I could be your newest addition because you got a taste of something sweeter and unlike anything you had before? I don't belong to anyone but Weyoun, but you knew that from the beginning. You thought you could punish Weyoun because you hate him so much, think you're better than him. I'm not the pathetically weak female you thought I was, Dukat." She reached for her ring and tore it off her finger, tossing it at him and striking him in the eye. He cried out and hit his head back against the sofa.

"Vorta whore," he snarled, rubbing his face.

"That I am," she countered, making his expression change to stunned silence. She had him in his place. "But I'm someone else's now. Weyoun and I will be getting married soon." She smiled proudly when his anger began to return. "And if you so much as try to tear us apart, try to touch me again, we have documented proof of what you did to me. Try anything funny, and it will go to the Founder. She does not tolerate such violence amongst allies well. I'm sure you have enough shred of pride in yourself left to respect that." She turned her back on him and out the doors, which closed behind her so she faced Weyoun's proud smile.

~o~

Kilana had taken down Dukat, and now she would be Weyoun's forever. Very soon.

He remembered two days ago only a while after Kilana finished her wicked job, spilling him all the details that he felt himself rousing below. It made him burn because of her primal attack that hadn't been her forte, so it presented a new side of Kilana altogether. Even though it was a long step, Weyoun could see that she was beginning to transform into a stronger woman than she was before.

How could this happen?

It didn't matter; all he knew was that she did him proud. Nothing had tasted so sweet as revenge. Killing Dukat was too easy. But as he stood before Dukat, with Damar and the Founder present - and Kilana at his own side - there was the movement of breaking a hole in their defense lines so Captain Sisko and his little team could come for them. "The captain is a very clever man," he said with righteous irritation. Who knew how many more hours until the minefield was destroyed before Sisko arrived...

His thoughts were interrupted when Dukat mocked him in front of his beloved and the Founder. "You do see it, don't you?"

"Of course I do."

"If you do, then why don't you explain the strategy to the Founder herself?" Dukat sneered.

What was he playing at now, humiliating him now that he couldn't get his hands on either him or Kilana who had debased him in his own quarters? He thought he could have his fun in front of the Founder herself. And if she noticed anything herself, she would pretend otherwise. "I could never match your 'eloquence', Dukat," he said reproachfully. "Why don't you explain to the Founder with that high and mighty self-admiration?"

Dukat looked at him with evident loathing in his eyes but smirked nevertheless. "Sisko," he said through gritted teeth, "is trying to provoke us into opening a hole in our lines. He's determined to get here and stop us from taking down the minefield. And I plan to give Sisko his opening, and then...close it on him," he finished with a clap of his hands together for emphasis. The Founder nodded, but she wasn't convinced. She made no secret to know how proud Dukat was, but tolerated him for the sake of their alliance. All she cared about was getting their reinforcements through the wormhole to finish Sisko and the Federation off.

Her attention along with Weyoun's then shifted when Kilana found it in herself to speak up. "Would you gladly give us the latest progress of the minefield, Dukat? We expect it to be down before Sisko arrives, if you haven't forgotten."

Dukat leaned forward, trying to intimidate her, but she didn't back off. "I haven't, and the answer is they will be gone in eight hours, no more."

"Very well, and we will hold you to that, won't we, Founder?" she asked, bravely turning to look at their god, who showed mild surprise that her not-so-favorite agent had finally spoken to her without looking down.

"Yes," she said, before turning to take her leave of them. Kilana huffed and followed her out; Weyoun was in tow, relieved to be away from Dukat's boasts only to be confronted in his office, three hours later, with a boasting of a toast to conquering the Federation and the Klingons, but he was too far ahead as always. They had five more hours, and a lot always changed then.

Latest in today's events: Major Kira, the Ferengi's wife, and Jake Sisko were taken into the detention cell where Rom was being held. Damar had told him for questioning, but the truth was that they were indeed involved with aiding the Ferengi, which thrilled Weyoun to his core...although it would sadden Kilana to know her so-called little friend had played her for a fool, turned her cards of treachery onto the both of them. Captain Sisko's son never intended to be their friend; he hated them as much as his friends did. But no matter any longer...

Of course, Weyoun agreed that their Bajoran allies would object to an "arrest without cause" with Dukat, so if anyone asked, it was simply questioning. At least until the wormhole reopened. But the Founder would have better plans like execution, and he agreed with her in every step of the way.

Aside from that, he thrummed with the opportunity to conquer Earth, which was their final key to victory over the Federation. Starting with destroying the population so no one opposed them, and that would mean he and Kilana could take the thrones over whatever was left. A gift from the gods, who would still have dominion in the name. Oh, to think of the possibilities. Weyoun sighed heavily as he closed his eyes and allowed himself to fantasize his and Kilana's future once more.

The doors opened behind him in his quarters. "The Founder pulled me aside and praised me," Kilana told him, happier than she'd been in Ops. "She told me well done for putting Dukat in his place. I believe it's a start to being recognized."

Weyoun considered this and almost smiled. As he promised her a long time ago, but a simple act as putting Dukat where he belonged? Somehow he doubted it, but he wouldn't question their god. "I'm happy for you...but is that the only reason, my dear?" he asked, turning away from the window. In her arms he saw a long bundle - a garment bag. "May I inquire?"

"In response, she went on that she noticed the proximity of you and myself," she answered. "She said even though I'm not her favorite Vorta, I am very important to you. You know how I am with her, but she knew what we both wanted, and that was each other. We have her...blessing. She will let us be together, side by side, which allows us to be stronger in this fight against the Federation."

Weyoun couldn't believe what he was hearing. Despite her despise for Kilana, the Founder was giving her blessing for them to mate together. He wasn't expecting her to accept it so easily, but it didn't matter right now. What mattered was that she gave Kilana to him even in a time of war - "But she wants us to wait until we win and take over the Alpha Quadrant," Kilana said softly. "We have more...important things to worry about, as you know."

He nodded. "The minefield comes off in a few hours. I agree. We must return to Ops soon, but before we do, am I allowed to see the...gift?" She smiled nervously and walked over to the dining table to lay the garment down, opening it and revealing.

The gift was a wedding dress.

"Can you believe it will happen, despite a time like this?" Kilana asked, once more as innocent as a young one that it made Weyoun smile.

"I can't. But there are not enough words to describe how blessed I feel by our god. That she gave her blessing." He took her into his arms, his thoughts pouring out with his words. "We'll have a small ceremony, with a few of our closest comrades, perhaps ask the Founder to perform the service...and above all, I can't wait for our wedding night." Traditionally in Vorta society, physical intimacy was saved for the actual wedding night. It made the union that much more special.

But then it made him remember the most important factor. "But, are you up for it?" he queried, breaking apart to look down at her, trying to find any signs of her lingering mental pain. He couldn't detect any. She had been hurt, but did her retribution really do its magic? He was no counselour, but he was pleased that she was stronger on the inside more than she led on. Her troubles with the Founder and with Dukat were breaking down that emotional shell and molding her very slowly. Although he was delighted, Weyoun also hoped nothing else would harm her again.

Or even take her away from him.

"I'll be fine," she said finally, but she didn't look at him. He frowned and raised his hand to her chin, forcing her to look at him.

"I'll be gentle with you, if you're afraid of that."

Kilana shook her head brusquely. "It's not that. Only the fact that we can't have..."

He sighed, knowing where she was going with this. "Children. Kilana, why is a child more important on your mind?" He couldn't see a little one coming in the middle of everything, not when the Founders' services were above all else; how many times would they have to go through with this discussion? Not that they ever talked about this since once or twice before. But seeing her sad as it was clear she still dwelled about the subject...

"Because from my knowledge through others, a child is a means of continuing a line. It's also called a blessing, from the views of a mother. Leaving behind something that really matters. I told you once before that a child doesn't scare me, only if I don't do it the right way. Don't you want to leave something behind that matters most, Weyoun? Have something that makes a difference in our lives?"

The more he heard her say this, Weyoun felt a small pang of paranoia. He would not say this, but it was pricking at his mind: a defective clone would say something like that. Vorta had been sterilized a long time ago, but Kilana didn't know that, and he was afraid to tell her. To keep this from her ate him away on the inside...but if a defective clone could happen, then what if a baby Vorta could come along?

He was getting into deep waters with these thoughts that he had to stop them soon. He tried to distract himself by answering. "I never thought of it. Kilana, to speak of such things is bordering on -"

She knew him too well, and everything hit the ceiling. "Defective?! Oh, I should have known you would say that. What are you going to tell me now, that I'm just like Keevan? You're calling me this because I'm speaking my desire for a contribution as a reward for dedicating my life to the Dominion?"

Weyoun was too shocked to speak. He hadn't meant to call her defective, not that he meant it, but he didn't want the Founder to find out if Kilana wasn't careful. "You're nothing like him," he countered, wondering how dare she compare herself to the traitor to their people.

"It was implied."

"I would never call you this. Why would you presume?"

"Presume? Perhaps I meant it because I'm beginning to become the Founder's favorite at last, marrying her number one in a matter of time, but now that it's finally happening, here we are discussing our future when the one sensitive topic is forbidden. I hate myself for wanting more, but another part of me means well. We're a people like other races, and our gods should treat us well."

His mind agreed with her, and he saw it pointless now to argue with her. But still, if the Founder heard about this, she would have them both replaced. He couldn't let that happen. "The Founder does mean well, dearest," he said, bringing a hand to her face only for her to pull it away.

"Don't touch me right now. In fact, leave me alone until we are needed back on the bridge. All I want now is to just see that minefield come down."

Weyoun started to say something; he wasn't sure what, but she held up her hand and turned her back to him. "Don't say a word. Just go." So, he left and returned to his quarters, with his Jem'Hadar in tow. He felt hurt, but he had to respect her wishes, cursing himself mentally for his foolishness. He had nothing to do other than just review the latest reports until he and his bride-to-be were called a few hours later.

"Ops to Weyoun and Kilana. Report to the bridge."

With the pace this story is moving, I'm really proud of it. Weyoun and Kilana have known each other for a long time to know they are not rushing into anything, so they'll probably be married soon after a certain event coming up - but there is more trouble to come.

Now that I think about it, Weyoun and Kilana remind me of my boyfriend and myself. She struggles all the time, but he knows how to make her feel good about herself. Not a lot of people can do that. :)

I know some of you are wondering why Kilana doesn't seem as traumatized for a long period of time after she was raped. Rape is traumatizing, and I know that, but not all victims are long-period. She's slowly growing stronger, beginning with taking back what Dukat stole from her, as you saw. ;) Now the Founder is beginning to see more to her after what Kilana pulled in front of Dukat that Weyoun was supposed to do - or does the Founder have another hidden agenda? Time will tell.