Late Night Cravings

Title: Late Night Cravings
Rating: [NC-17]
Warnings: preg sex, lactation
Pairing: O/K
Spoilers: none
Summary: an AU of early fifth season DS9, taking place a
little after Odo becomes human and Kira is pregnant and
is strictly the result of watching a tape of early fifth season
episodes one sleepless night while snacking on a cinnamon
bun with a nice hot cup of Irish breakfast blend tea. :)

NOTE: thoughts are within "_" (underscores)

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DISCLAIMER: Not intended to infringe on copyrights of Viacom,
Paramount, nor any other legal holders of Star Trek copyright.

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Late Night Cravings
by OdoGoddess

Oh, no ... not again ... not "the dream".

The dream was not painful; on the contrary, it was *delicious*.

He had experienced it several times since his conversion and each
time it was pure bliss. It was also sheer agony, because it mocked
his reality much too keenly.

In the dream, he was in his office, seated in his desk chair with the
door to his side, engrossed in a wonderful novel. The Promenade
was darkened, it was night shift, and he was deeply engrossed in a
deliciously erotic story he'd found in the archives.

As the novel grew ever more lustful, so, too, did his body grow ever
more aroused. Holding the book closer to his eyes in his
excitement, the novel slowly became real to him. *He* was the one
who was 'rampant with desire'. He could almost feel the heroine's
small, warm hands (as the book described) caressing his chest,
stroking their way down to teasingly avoid his aching erection
before sliding back up and opening his shirt.

Then he set down the reading PADD in his dream, to look into the
face of the woman who was now kneeling before him. He groaned
in distress, both in the dream and in reality.

Kira didn't notice. She smiled up at him lovingly, her hand slowly
spreading the gathers of his uniform tunic, revealing his bare
chest. He gasped then and felt his knees spread apart of their own
volition. He had no control over his body. It was putty in her
hands, bent to her will ... but it was his secret desire she was
acting on and somehow they both knew it.

The major moved in closer now, reaching for the gathers of his
pants and sliding her soft hands inside, touching him, his burning
flesh. Odo shuddered at the cool softness and moaned her name.
"Nerys..."

She responded by gently easing his hard, aching member from the
bothersome fabric that restrained it. He could not stop her and
burned in the knowledge that he would not even if he'd been
capable of movement.

He quivered in her grasp, a small droplet of clear liquid forming at
the loosely-covered tip of his penis. Kira seemed to find this
fascinating, sliding back that bit of excess skin to bare his
glistening red glans, then gently stroking the liquid across the tip
with a single finger. Odo felt he might die of equal parts
excruciating desire and humiliation.

He groaned, wanting to move his hips, wanting to put his hands on
her and move her away, wanting to crush her to him and take her
there on his desk. He managed one word of protest again from
around his gritted teeth.

"*Nerys*."

She carefully slipped her moist lips around him and shot him into a
new realm of sensation. His eyes shut tight on the sensation and
he just shook his head in response over and over, wanting to tell
her to stop, not wanting to climax in her mouth, not wanting to sully
her with his messy human body's loathesome emulsion. He could
feel the sensitive tip of his organ rubbing against the softly ridged
roof of her mouth now, felt her tongue gently swirling along the
underside of his swollen penis.

It felt wonderful. It felt horrifying. He was nearing climax now.
Soon it would happen. Soon his body would betray him.

"*No*..." His voice was thick with disgust and harsh with desire.
"No. No! NO!!!!!"

Breathing heavily, Odo opened his eyes. With a shuddering
breath, trembling in frustrated agitation, he looked down. His
erection was hugely swollen, but he hadn't let go, hadn't stained
his sheets and befouled his bed with that disgusting fluid. He
shuddered at the brief memory of the dream. In it, he usually
exploded inside of her mouth with great relief ... and burning
shame.

_No. I caught myself._

It was all the self-congratulating he allowed himself. He slowly
unclenched his fists, fought the continuing urge to manipulate
himself, felt the now-cold trail that hot tears had left after sliding
from his eyes and into his ears, drying in the coolness of his room.

It had worked. He hadn't climaxed. His body ached in a way he'd
never known possible as he lay there unmoving, allowing the
throbbing sensation at the roots of his penis die down, but he
refused to give in to his all-too-humanoid body's cravings.

It made far too many demands as it was -- it wanted food or warmth
or water or relief from pain or exhaustion, but the worst was the raw
power in the combined desires that came from his newly found
sexual hunger. His body didn't seem to care in his own
sensibilities. It started wanting when he gazed too long on
someone attractive, it started hungering when he thought too long
about something he'd hardly ever considered as a changeling.
And it pained him greatly when he refused to give in to it's
senseless cravings, but never more so than times like now, when
his body had been refused it's seemingly needed release at the
last possible moment. He disavowed this hypothesis.

_What I really need is time away from this station._

But that was impossible. He had a job to do. Even if he hadn't had
a job to do, he refused to give the appearance that his conversion
had affected him so badly. It was important that he convey an
impression of reliability, not fragility - of his lifelong dependability
and not his current temporary weakness. He couldn't leave the
station.

Still, he *could* get away from his room for awhile, perhaps sort his
thoughts and concentrate on something else. Odo nodded now,
decided.

He didn't feel like dressing, but he could throw on a robe and go for
a walk. Or a limp, he decided as he sat himself up. The hot ache
in his groin was now a permanent fixture, above and beneath his
scrotum. He ignored it and felt for the robe he kept at the end of
his bed. Maybe the pain would help him focus elsewhere, away
from the growing lust that seemed to consume him in his dreams
and was starting to enter his waking life, as well.

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Kira snuck out of the O'Brien's quarters, stealthy as if she was in
her old cell, doing surveillance work for the Shakaar.

At the thought of her old cell leader, she scowled lightly. Shakaar
had been distant lately, and near-impossible to see. He seemed
afraid to touch her. Now when he visited, all he did was hug her,
and even that was done with zero passion. She expected that type
of hug from a brother, not a lover. She hadn't felt desirable in
"months".

Worse were all the restrictions on her, and the O'Brien's
increasingly voiced views on her lifestyle. Even her eating habits!
She was eating for two now and Keiko complained about her sweet
tooth. Sometimes she *liked* eating a Delvan fluff pastry while she
went over the evening reports. Bashir said it wasn't harmful. But
Keiko O'Brien had her own feelings about what constituted a
proper diet and ran roughshod over Kira's opinions.

That infuriated her, but she *was* carrying her baby so kept quiet
and argued with Miles instead about everything else. That was the
other thing. Miles. She was glad she no longer felt attracted to
him, that had been just *too* weird. Now, though, they argued a lot
and she spent as much time as she could away from the couple.

So they whined about it and she'd go back, only to have Keiko
startle her by taking away her pastry as she went over her reports,
then take the padd away and insist she rest. She *was* resting,
couldn't the foolish human woman see that? Just because Keiko
didn't rest that way didn't mean Kira didn't. It infuriated her, but
she'd said nothing. She had decided to do what she wanted. But
she couldn't leave the O'Brien's. So instead, she snuck out now at
night and got her own late night snack from the replicator in her
quarters. The O'Brien's never noticed. They would put Molly to
sleep then head for their room and almost every night, Kira had to
ignore the noises of lovemaking coming from their bedroom. And
they thought *she* was inconsiderate?

Now she made her way down the hallway, her robe wrapped tightly
around her. She wore only a loose, silky chemise that covered her
expanding belly.

As she turned the corner that led to her room, she was surprised to
see someone else by her quarters. It was Odo.

She smiled now as she approached him, a bit curious, but
delighted nonetheless to see him out of uniform.

His fine, golden-brown hair was tousled, making him look
appealing. He wore a pair of pajama bottoms and a robe.

"So, couldn't sleep either, eh?" She teased.

He jumped and turned around to face her. Kira saw that the pajama
bottoms was all he wore, thanks to the v-shaped front to the robe
where a patch of his chest was visible. He was lean, but Kira could
see the hard wiriness of his body. It reminded her of the men from
the resistance. Firm and taut, wiry and lean ... hungry.

She swallowed as her groin suddenly throbbed, growing moist with
anticipation. _First Miles, now Odo! What the hell is the matter
with me?!_

"Major."

He seemed nervous, but then Kira couldn't recall seeing him
wandering about before in his night robe. She took pity on him.
The transition from changeling to human had been difficult.

"I asked if you couldn't sleep either?"

"Oh." He nodded, seemingly distracted. He looked *so*
uncomfortable. Kira wanted to sit him down and get him to relax.
"Not really. I ... thought I'd take a walk. I wasn't expecting to run
into anyone."

"That's okay. Neither was I." Kira smiled.

"You couldn't sleep either then?" he asked, relaxing a little.

"Not really. I seem to be full of cravings these days." Kira sighed.

Odo swallowed now as her statement seemed to head straight for
his still-faintly throbbing crotch. To his chagrin, a steady pulsing
sensation began at the roots of his penis and moved through it, an
almost hopeful and irritable sensation at once.

"Yes." he managed to murmur, hoping he could escape soon.
Thanks to her presence, his already-charged body was now in a
state of painful arousal.

"Poor thing." Kira stepped up and took his arm, effectively keeping
him from escaping. He closed his eyes and avoided a gasp at the
fiery bolt of sensation that shot from her warm hands directly to his
crotch. "It must be hard."

He nodded dumbly, suddenly horror-stricken at the thought that
she had recognized his condition.

"Why don't you come into my room? I could use the company.
And you look like you need some, too."

Kira was surprised to feel him trembling slightly, and was
fascinated at the flush of red that started low around his chest and
moved upward to stain his fair cheeks. He seemed ... ashamed.

A wave of pity overtook her. _Poor Odo. He's not used to any of
these humanoid things. Hunger. Thirst. He probably doesn't even
know why he can't sleep._

"Come on. Let's get out of this cold corridor."

"I don't think--"

"Odo. Don't be silly. We're good friends, aren't we?" He nodded.
"We're both probably up for the same reason. Why not enjoy each
other's company?"

Odo winced a little and Kira rubbed his arm. "It's okay," she
soothed. "We all get ... well, cravings sometimes."

At this he shot a horrified look at her, but she reached up and
caressed his cheek. "Honestly. It's all right, Odo. I understand.
Really, I do."

"I..." he stopped, uncertain what to say. He was grateful she wasn't
eyeing his no-doubt obvious swelling below, but he was still not
comfortable enough with his new human body to be quite so blasé.

She touched her finger to his lips and smiled at him. "All right,
then. Not another word. Now let's get in here before someone
sees us."

With that, she led the trembling Odo to her room. Once inside, she
led him to her couch and sat him down, letting his arm go.

Kira concentrated on him, taking his hands in hers, every inch the
caring, concerned friend. "Now, I saw you patrolling in the morning
*and* the afternoon. Did you eat lunch at all?"

He tried to think, his mind a haze of lust-filled thoughts. What did
lunch and patrolling have to do with anything? Was this what
humanoids called 'small-talk'?

"Not really. I had a bowl of soup, but was called to an altercation
near the temple before I finished it."

"Well, then, that's settled." Kira got up and headed for her
replicator. "You're joining me tonight, end of discussion."

"Kira?" his voice nearly squeaked and he cleared his throat.

"I'm having a little snack," she said over her shoulder. "And you're
having one, too. You need to keep your strength up, after all.
You're a humanoid now and humanoids can't do strenuous things
without nourishment."

"Just... just something to drink, please." He managed to say, so
aroused by the turn from earlier events that he felt he might
explode. He was grateful once more that he was sitting, and that
his robe had many folds.

"Odo..." Kira turned to look at him, a loving, but stern expression in
her eyes. "You need more than that. I mean, that's probably why
you're here now. Remember? Your body has needs you're not
filling."

He nodded dumbly, feeling that heated flush creep up to his
cheeks and forehead again. He well-remembered why he was
here now. He couldn't believe Kira was so non-chalant about it.
Then again, she had plenty of experience. It was old territory to
her and she could afford to be unhurried and comfortable
discussing his situation.

"All right. You... you have more experience at this than I do." He
finally admitted softly, suddenly grateful she'd insisted on
discussing it in her room instead of the corridor. He deeply
appreciated her discretion, even if she was moving a bit too quickly
for his addled mind and quivering body.

"That kind of goes with the territory, I think," she smiled, handing
him a large cup filled with some sort of stew, a piece of bread and
setting a glass of Bajoran spring wine on the table before him.
"Trust me. The wine will definitely help you relax."

He had no doubt it might. He picked it up and gulped down a large
swallow, then nodded to her. "Thank you."

"Try the stew, constable. I think you'll like it. It settles well."

He nodded again and sipped at the watery stew. He barely tasted
it in his fearful daze, but gave her a slightly stilted smile anyway.
He swallowed down more wine and was grateful to feel it burn its
way down and start to relax him a little.

Kira ate her own pastry and sipped at her decaffeinated coffee and
smiled fondly, watching Odo eat. He was *so* ... cute.

Her sex throbbed again and she cleared her own throat in
consternation. _He's barely been human for a few months. The
poor man doesn't need a friendly fuck, Nerys._

Or did he? This thought made her frown. So what if he'd been
human for just a few months? He'd been alive and aware for
decades. And alone. Just like her, now that Shakaar seemed to
be drifting out of her life. She had heard rumours of him with one
of the cabinet ministers. No doubt a young skinny woman not
carrying another man's child.

Kira sighed, then considered her friend. He sipped at more wine,
still a bit red-faced and she smiled. It was so endearing to see him
blush now, to watch him eat something new or drink something.
Now that he was human, he knew about all those cravings humans
had.

_Including sex._ Her body throbbed again at the thought of Odo's
virginal status and she clenched her thighs slightly, feeling the
sensation spread into a warmth that settled in her crotch.

"I bet you've never done this." She said suddenly, trying to distract
herself from her lust-filled thoughts by focusing on their late-night
snack.

To her amusement, Odo grew very red, but he only nodded at her,
not really meeting her eyes.

"No. I haven't. But I ... appreciate your discretion, major." he
winced a little at his formality, but she didn't seem to notice.

"Well, I kind of have to be. I doubt Keiko or Miles would appreciate
me doing this."

Odo looked up at this, finally meeting her eyes. He blinked a few
times before hesitantly saying, "I ... I would hate to think that this
could harm the baby."

"Not you, too!" Kira snorted indelicately and waved a negligent
hand. "Hardly. Even Julian told Keiko it was perfectly natural for
me to be having cravings thanks to my pregnancy but she's kind of
a purist about things. But it's *my* body and *my* decision. Don't
you worry about that, constable."

"If you're sure..."

"Like I said, even Julian agreed with me. Nothing harmful at all. In
fact, it would even help me. Lower my stress level and help me
relax. I'm sure you'd agree that's a good thing."

Odo's head bobbed up and down, dumb-founded once more. The
barely touched stew lay forgotten, as did the the bread. He
clutched at the spring wine and gulped down the last of it.

It was obviously going to be a long night.


-- 2B cont'd --