Patience paid off, here is the next chapter. I'd just finished "The Doctor's Damsel" and am now giving this my full attention along with another new Batman fic I started, "Shadows Nevermore". This story, turns out, might be ten chapters or under, but it's not official. Either way, it's practically doing itself. :)
Chapter Seven
An Eternal Binding
Dukat failed them all for the last time.
She was happy to know he hadn't come along with them when they all evacuated the station that had been their temporary home. The minefield was successfully destroyed, but somehow, their thousands of reinforcements had vanished without a trace in the wormhole. What had happened to them? Unfortunately, they never got any answers because Sisko's ship, the Defiant, had swarmed in alone and opened fire on them, forcing them to retreat to Cardassia Prime and all of their reinforcements in the Alpha Quadrant to fall back.
According to the Founder, it seemed the war would take a lot longer than they thought.
Dukat had lost it for all of them to see, angered at losing once more to the Federation and the Bajorans, gotten too high only to fall so far as always. That meant Damar was in charge now, of everything Dukat had. Which meant he and Weyoun would be overseeing everything together now. Kilana could barely contain her inner delight despite the fact they lost a step to the Federation, but the fighting was far from over.
She and Weyoun were allowed the same quarters once they relocated to Lakarian City, the capital, and at Central Command. Upon arrival, she was greeted with the feel of hot and humid air on her skin that she despised it already. Cardassia was said to be beautiful - in the view of its people - but she couldn't appreciate the greenery and environment that her eyes set their sights on, and Weyoun sneered it off. Their people as well as the Founder did not share the Cardassians' love of torridity.
However, while she stood beside Weyoun and looked at him, she saw that his skin was beginning to shine with mild perspiration as she could feel her own doing the same, and that was not all. Her body was burning on the inside just by being in close contact with his, craving for something to intensify the flames. There was no mistaking what this sensation in her system was...and it felt so intense that it began to overpower the soft, unconditional love that had begun as friendship between her and Weyoun.
This was desire.
She was frightened of desire, because desire was getting more than you ever wanted. A Vorta should not have everything in the universe, should be content with what they had - but another part of her mind whispered this was the most natural thing in the universe. This was brought forth between two beings emotionally and physically drawn to each other. She remembered Weyoun's words about their wedding night, coming back with immediate force, when he said he couldn't wait and promised he would be gentle with her. Thinking about it and the way he spoke the words made her sigh to herself and thrum below her waist, her heart thumping and reaching her ears. If only Weyoun's hand was pressed against it now...
"You expect me to put myself out for everyone to see, speaking about offering peace with the Federation?!" she heard Damar complain to Weyoun one day. "And over that one key ingredient for the Jem'Hadar's white. You really think Captain Sisko would agree to anything like this; you really think that the war will end this way?"
Weyoun laughed and turned his back to the Cardassian. "Damar, I would watch that tone if I were you. Remember that Dukat dared to question me in that way? I would hate to see you sink so far to his level. If you so much as do such a thing..." He leaned up to stick his nose into Damar's face, ignoring the stench of kanar on his breath. "...I'll speak to the Founder and have you replaced."
This truce that Weyoun wanted regarded the Kabrel system in which they could harvest the tri-nucleic fungi which was vital for the ketracel-white, but the Federation did not need to know just yet. He was considering a visit to the station as it had been barely two months since departure, and things had been quiet for now as the Dominion had to increase their military ranks after the last assault.
"Well, then I suppose I should get in front of a comm screen and broadcast soon, huh?" Damar said sarcastically. He downed another glass of kanar before walking away from Weyoun and out of the room. Kilana watched him go, but he didn't so much as glance her way. Turned out he wasn't interested in her the way Dukat had been, which made her leer behind his back. She certainly looked forward to how the negotiations would turn out; maybe no more blood to shed and end of the hostilities. She hated losing more of their men every day.
Maybe she and Weyoun could be married as soon as they returned with the final arrangement.
"Going well for him, isn't it?" she asked with a laugh as she made herself known. Weyoun looked her way and gave her a knowing smirk.
"It certainly is. He's adjusted to his position as Cardassia's new leader, picking up Dukat's torch. I just hope he doesn't make the mistakes his predecessor did."
"You and I both." She leaned up and kissed his cheek.
~o~
The negotiations went nowhere, and the truce had been a waste, after all. They had been so close!
Weyoun had been enthused being back at Deep Space 9, never mind the insufferable Major Kira and the wary Captain Sisko. They would have gotten whatever it was they wanted from that mysterious group of people who wanted to meet them in one of the cargo bays if only Odo hadn't found him and Damar. Whoever these people had been, they were willing to betray Starfleet for the Dominion.
Not only that, but Chin'toka needed their guarding more than ever, with incoming attacks by allied forces every day. Some Federation units came in only to either be driven back or destroyed altogether. This system was the most important, for it held their established communications array; the Dominion could not afford to lose.
He wanted nothing more than to hurry back to Kilana, but the Founder needed the bad news which he was not happy to give, and neither was she. Kabrel was in Cardassian space, so why couldn't they just take it? "The Federation is still outturning us in every step until we build up more of our ranks," she'd stated, and he'd found out so himself. In the meantime, he was ordered back to his quarters until she called for him again in an hour, stating that they had another matter to focus on, but she wouldn't say what exactly. These silent matters never unnerved him unlike others, yet he got so curious that as the hour itched by, so did his nerves.
The hour passed until he was summoned to the gardens, which he thought was rather strange. The Founder never held interest in anything natural other than to change her shape and blend in - therefore, the occasion stunned him altogether when he beheld the sight of not only the Founder herself, but also Borath and Eris, Gelnon, and some of their fellow Vorta he never thought he would see, some Jem'Hadar present, and some Cardassian allies including Damar. He felt his heartbeat pick up when he realized what this was.
"It would please you greatly, would it not, Weyoun?" the Founder asked when he came to join. "You and your new...mate have waited long enough. My most loyal subject deserves a reward despite the recent mistake. Not that I hold you at fault this time."
He was always at her service, so it made him feel touched to have her blessing despite her cool distance. However, he could have sworn he saw something of a twinkle despite his weak vision...
And then all attention was on the other Vorta coming up the path.
Kilana was exquisite, in the feeling sense, but her dress had been described by a Cardassian seamstress as pearlescent rose-gold embroidered silk, hugging her body in every place and showing her sumptuous chest curves, her forehead accented with a circlet of rose stones and pearls. His heart was not only picking up its pace, but it was burning with the blood pumping from it, throughout his system and back again...and it hit his throat when Kilana finally stood in front of him so the Founder could regard her without a blink before raising her hand to signal that the ceremony would begin.
"Here we all stand on the horizon of Cardassia Prime as a united nation - both Dominion and Cardassian - as we behold two of our most...celebrated souls in our ranks joining as one for eternity. We stand against the Federation in times of trouble, but with the combined strengths of our forces do we come to witness these two beings as their unity brings an additional power amongst our peoples. Nothing can withstand before them...not even the gods who created these two. Including myself." She paused in her sermon to look at Weyoun, the slightest smile showing that he was grateful for, but when she turned her attention to Kilana, the smile remained, although Weyoun still could have sworn he saw that the Founder might be hiding something...
"Weyoun, do you take this woman to be your mate?"
"Yes, Founder," he answered, proud he held himself together.
"And will you swear to honor her as you honor the Dominion which you serve, stand with her against all who oppose?"
"I swear."
Now her attention was on the young female who had long since been one of her least favorites, nevertheless proven as loyal as Weyoun was. "Kilana, do you take this man to be your mate?"
"Yes, Founder," she answered, equally steady but, in Weyoun's eyes, threatening to give way.
"And will you swear to honor him as you honor the Dominion which you serve, stand with him against all who oppose?"
"I swear."
The Founder then motioned for them to take their hands together, and when they obeyed, she did the traditional method of reverting her hands to gelatinous form and wrapping around the Vorta's hands, binding them as one. Weyoun tried not to gasp at the glorious heat coursing through his body, locking his eyes with Kilana and seeing her emotions reflecting his. She was finally his, as he was hers. "Then by all of the powers I bestow," the Founder said, not only to them, but also to the rest, "Weyoun and Kilana are married."
~o~
She could never forget the lingering tingles of heat in her nerves as the Founder's hands wrapped around hers and Weyoun's, linking them together for eternity and blessing them - and Kilana could not have been happier now that the hardest of parts were over. She and Weyoun were married.
But now came the night she had begun to dread.
It wasn't that she was scared of giving herself to her new mate; it was because she would end up thinking about him again despite the fact he was no longer here. Her mind was fighting against it, reminding her that she was here with Weyoun and not that monster. For all she knew, he was in a Federation prison somewhere, serving his sentence for what Starfleet called his "crimes". Served him right, she thought with a smirk as she changed out of her wedding dress and into her favorite sleeping dress that was pushed off her shoulders. She felt softer, though a little vulnerable again as if she was a naturally young one. Weyoun was waiting for her, but somehow, she was inclined to remain in here all night because of her anxieties.
Mentally, Kilana counted each beat of her heart that her sensitive ears picked up. Two...four...six...eight...ten...
"Kilana?"
Weyoun had to be wondering what was keeping her, but this was anticipation keeping her inside. The longer she was in the bathroom, the worse it got, so she held her breath as she forced herself out and met with her husband. He was looking down at her with tender concern she was too familiar with in his eyes.
"You're still afraid," he stated. He had removed his shirt long before she came, so she was admiring his lean, silky smooth body and his strong hands coming up to take her into his embrace. She sighed at the feel of his body against hers. This man had protected her in all three lifetimes and would continue to for many more years to come. But in those years, they would have no little ones, nothing to leave behind once any of their lines were ever terminated. She wanted to cry but held it in, knowing it would spark that conversation tonight. She felt so withdrawn it wasn't funny.
"I feel like when we...first met," she whispered, so low she couldn't even hear herself. "I don't know another way to explain this."
She felt his lips on her forehead; she'd been staring at his lightly muscled chest, specifically the place where his heart was beating for her. Kilana reached to put her hand over there, feeling it for herself and the tempo matching her own heartbeat. Weyoun's eyes closed at the simple touch from her; he sighed, placing his hand over hers, gently pleading her to not let go. His free hand came up to mirror the gesture by touching her own beating heart. The tears were threatening to come, but Kilana shoved it down. She would NOT let pain interfere with their special night.
"I won't bear this fear that you're experiencing, my dearest love," Weyoun whispered. "If you don't want to begin tonight, we can always do it tomorrow..."
"No!" Perhaps she spoke too fast, because it sounded like childish panic to her ears. "No," she repeated softly. "I want to now." She closed her eyes then and waited, and this was his cue to reach over and gently pull down the straps of her dress, dragging the fabric from her chest and exposing her beautiful breasts to his eyes...
"Founders have mercy, how did this happen?"
Kilana's eyes snapped open as she looked at the plain, visible horror in his eyes, following them and gasping in terror. She'd completely forgotten about the scar that ran down the middle of her abdomen - the scar initated at the order of the Female Changeling for not saving the god on Torga IV. Quickly, she covered her chest and turned her back to her husband, now ashamed of herself and this ugly mark.
"I'm sorry," she choked out. "Please, don't..." Her voice failed her, unsure of what to do now, now that the perfect moment was ruined.
"Dearest, tell me," he pleaded, putting both of his hands on her arms, but when she tried to shrug them off, he remained firm and held her. She didn't want his touch, but also did; she was so conflicted that she didn't know what to do but become wracked with tremors, telling of the fear of what would happen if she told the truth - but the words were out automatically.
"Last year, when I was reprimanded for the failure to save the Founder, and my men except First Dira'tarak taking their lives. The Founder herself ordered it, to make me always remember my failure. She said I was a disaster no matter how I try to prove myself, that I should have been more persuasive, and so many other obvious things." She shook her head and slowly turned back around but would not look at him.
"Every morning, I wake up to this, feeling how hideous it is on my body when a Vorta has no markings, and I wouldn't be surprised if she ordered it done in my genetic makeup for future incarnations. And every night, I fall asleep and sometimes relive that day for the sake of it."
She looked up finally when she heard his whisper: "Founder..." There was no mistaking righteous anger, and it shocked her. Was he angry at the Founder for doing this to her? He should not harbor such hateful emotions towards their god, only he was. It terrified her; if he was angry, then she supposed she should be...NO!
"Kilana, she should never have done this to you. I've told you before that what happened was not your fault," he said harshly, pulling her half-naked form close to his, his hands caressing her back and doing his best to soothe her. "To mar you, to scar you, and to punish you in the most inhuman way I never would have ordered on a fellow member. Beloved, don't despise yourself and doubt my feelings for you. This..." He gently pulled back to trace a finger over the vertical, jagged scar permanently etched in her body and mind, the feel of his skin on that rough part of her making her shiver a little; it felt sensitive compared to what she began to feel below her waist. Her want of Weyoun.
"...does not disgust me," Weyoun whispered, kneeling down then and beginning to caress the scar, kissing and licking at the same time, starting from top to bottom and reaching her navel. Kilana whimpered. "This is who you are, dearest Kilana, and I want to show you how much." He demonstrated by helping her out of the rest of her nightdress and exposing the last of her to his darkening eyes. He kissed the soft skin above the dark triangular patch between her thighs, where she was itching wet and hot. She'd heard from Eris that this was common amongst their people, but what about other races? She had never learned this from others they conquered, but physical contact had never come up during negotiations to use as a vulnerable weakness. Right now, she was being loved with every ounce Weyoun could give her. His hands caressed her thighs and hips, worshipping her like a goddess. Her breasts shivered, her nipples aching for his touch...and all the time, she finished telling herself that this was not Dukat, but Weyoun, the man she loved.
~o~
His mind and heart were full of rage at what he'd discovered, and he wasn't sure if he hated the Founder more or Dukat...and that exact word made him fearful. He shouldn't hate the Female Changeling for this, but this scar on his wife's body was too extensive to bear...
He forced his mind to shut up so he could focus on this beautiful body in front of him that made him swell and thrum inside not just for this night, but for more days and nights to come. He would never grow tired of her, and he would make tonight memorable so they would both remember with clarity. This would be everything that the Great Link was for their gods, if not the same. Weyoun kissed that place on her body, inhaling her sweet musk and wanting to go further when she whispered "please", and he smiled, standing and guiding her over to the bed.
She crawled on top of it, laying on her side and looking up at him languidly. To see her striking form halfway up, her curves for his eyes, her soft skin shining, and her need for him and him alone - all of it was his doing. Weyoun sighed as he shrugged his pants off so he stood in front of her, showing her how much he wanted her, too. "Computer, lights lowered to ten percent," he ordered softly, and when the command followed through, he crawled onto the bed to join Kilana.
Never did he ever think love could be as scorching as the suns of Cardassia, or so fast racing as his blood and hers were. Kilana laid on her back, her hands caressing his arms as they joined together. Her body felt supple beneath his hands as he explored her again, beginning once more with her thighs and hips, then her firm abdomen - again touching the scar which was as beautiful as she was - and finally her exquisite breasts which should be cared for and not roughly fondled the way they were once before. Weyoun leaned down and kissed them both, before he stopped as he remembered how Dukat did this to her. Hesitantly, he paused and looked up at her, asking her permission. Her eyes were closed when she nodded her affirmative. Smiling, Weyoun savored her silken flesh and the rough tips which made her sigh and whimper for more, until her hips lifted to rub against his. She needed more than he was giving her, and he was happy to comply because of his own need between his loins. "Don't worry," he whispered as he shifted himself between her legs. She didn't possess the flesh of innocence anymore, but he vowed to be tender as he swore he would. She was still very moist, though he slid in as gently as he could for her sake.
Her hands came up and wove through his hair, making him look at her again and see pure love in her entire face, not just her eyes - and not just desire in them. "Weyoun," was all she said to him, because his flesh molding with hers rendered her speechless. His body against hers, her marvelous dark wet heat welcoming him, and his legs wrapping around hers as he made her his, the erotic cries from the both of them as Cardassia's moons shone down on their blissful consummation...there was nothing to hide between them as she no longer could hide what she once did that wasn't what Dukat had done to her. He had to have seen the scar of her punishment, and he must have sneered in disgust unlike Weyoun. Or didn't he? It didn't matter now; he loved Kilana no matter the inner and external soils of sins.
"Oh, my Kilana," he moaned when he let himself fluidly slide in and out of her glorious body.
My beloved angel, he sent to her when their minds finally connected with their bodies. They were finally one when they reached the end of their lovemaking and held on for the rest of the night.
So, there you have it. :) Weyoun and Kilana man and wife, and giving in on their wedding night. It was even better than I thought it would be, so I hope it satisfied you all enough.
Thanksgiving is also tomorrow, so tomorrow I will be busy helping Grandma with dinner, but this story is also nearing completion. A few more chapters to go.
