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Star Trek › Deep Space 9
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
2,189
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Late night patrol
Chapter one: Late night patrol
Main Character 2 (MC2) PoV
It is late evening, I rather would say near midnight. It has been a busy day on Deep Space Nine, or Terok Nor like the people who now live here use to call it, and tomorrow will be another busy day. With the new cardassian curfew I'm patrolling a nearly dead Promenade; not many dare to contradict the occupation. But the one who do, are all at the same place. Tonight is a nicely quiet night, and when I reach Quark's there is only one guest left. The barkeeper shoots me a help searching look, and I go over to the unconscious man at the bar. A surprised look crosses my face as I reach the alien. The head of the vorta lies on his crossed arms, face down on the bar. It takes me ten minutes to wake him up, and after more or less the same amount of time he seems to recognise that there's someone who's speaking to him. I try to let him out of the bar, but he falls from his seat the moment I touch his shoulder. With some amount of patience I put him to his feet, he seems to be really drunk. With his right arm around my waist, I try to walk him back to where he 'lives'. We reach the Promenade and he seems to totter, his grip loosing and his hand falling some inches down. I help him recover his balance and then I notice that he is touching my...
I quit it, reaching for his hand and putting it, where it was before. What a luck that the turbo-lift is near. When we enter it, he starts shaking, and rests his head against my arm. Again he staggers and his hand starts wandering down a second time. He giggles a bit silly when I grip his wrist a little stronger then before. He doesn't seem to notice me at all.
The lift reaches the quarters floor and the doors open. Struggling to maintain his upright position we start walking again. His chambers are some more corridors to our left. Then again, his hand seems to have his own life. It reaches down to my as and stars caressing it. More then a little annoyed I stop.
"Weyoun... Care to stop that!"
Within seconds he seems to sober. He looks at me with wide open eyes, his body shaking with fear. Incredulous he realizes what he was doing. Sobbing he fell to his knees. He starts apologizing, stuttering so much I can't even understand a word.
"I-I-I-I-I'm....m..m s-s-s-s-so-o-o-o s-orr-y. I-I-I-I...." "So-o-o-orr-y-y..."
When he starts crying I know he still is drunk. Now he is nothing more than a shaking, sobbing, crying, stammering and apologizing pile, to shocked to even see me through his watering eyes. Sighing I reach down and lift him to my arms, resting his head on my shoulder. Soon after he seems to fade into a thankful sleep. I've reached his quarters and opened the door with my security card and code. The dining room is completely undecorated, like in an empty chamber. The standard furniture seems cold and neglected, only in the bedchamber are some objects that indicated that there is someone living in there. I put Weyoun down on the bed and want to go straight away but something stops me. I see him lying there, completely drunk, and start wondering what happened to him. He normally never drinks, and if he does, not that much. I wonder how he was even able to drink that much, and pity starts to grow in me. I pity him for the headache and the terrible hangover he is going to have tomorrow. I know that it wont change a thing ,but I remember Kira saying, that if you are drunk, you should get a good rest. So I start undoing his boots and his shirt. Suddenly he put an arm around my neck and pulls me down. His other hand grips my arm with a strength, I never would have thought he had in that thin hands of his. His eyes are still closed and he seems do be dreaming. He presses me against his body and mumbles something incoherent. I only understand something like: ' Please don't leave me. Stay, stay only if it is for your own pleasure...'
I try to get out of his grip but he doesn't want to let me go. I think of flowing out of his arms, but a new idea grows in me. It's already so late, and I'm really tired, I need the rest. I don't think, that if I change to my normal form, I'll be able to change back, and go to my own chambers. So I start relaxing. Nobody knows that I'm here, and not even Weyoun will remember it, when he wakes tomorrow. I'm always the first up at this station, so so nobody will ever now that I stayed the night in the vortas chambers, instead of in my own quarters. Weyoun seems to sink into a deep sleep and snuggles into my arms, and I myself start to fade into unconsciousness. Soon enough the daily stress demands his price, and my solid body dissolves into it's natural form.
Main Character 2 (MC2) PoV
It is late evening, I rather would say near midnight. It has been a busy day on Deep Space Nine, or Terok Nor like the people who now live here use to call it, and tomorrow will be another busy day. With the new cardassian curfew I'm patrolling a nearly dead Promenade; not many dare to contradict the occupation. But the one who do, are all at the same place. Tonight is a nicely quiet night, and when I reach Quark's there is only one guest left. The barkeeper shoots me a help searching look, and I go over to the unconscious man at the bar. A surprised look crosses my face as I reach the alien. The head of the vorta lies on his crossed arms, face down on the bar. It takes me ten minutes to wake him up, and after more or less the same amount of time he seems to recognise that there's someone who's speaking to him. I try to let him out of the bar, but he falls from his seat the moment I touch his shoulder. With some amount of patience I put him to his feet, he seems to be really drunk. With his right arm around my waist, I try to walk him back to where he 'lives'. We reach the Promenade and he seems to totter, his grip loosing and his hand falling some inches down. I help him recover his balance and then I notice that he is touching my...
I quit it, reaching for his hand and putting it, where it was before. What a luck that the turbo-lift is near. When we enter it, he starts shaking, and rests his head against my arm. Again he staggers and his hand starts wandering down a second time. He giggles a bit silly when I grip his wrist a little stronger then before. He doesn't seem to notice me at all.
The lift reaches the quarters floor and the doors open. Struggling to maintain his upright position we start walking again. His chambers are some more corridors to our left. Then again, his hand seems to have his own life. It reaches down to my as and stars caressing it. More then a little annoyed I stop.
"Weyoun... Care to stop that!"
Within seconds he seems to sober. He looks at me with wide open eyes, his body shaking with fear. Incredulous he realizes what he was doing. Sobbing he fell to his knees. He starts apologizing, stuttering so much I can't even understand a word.
"I-I-I-I-I'm....m..m s-s-s-s-so-o-o-o s-orr-y. I-I-I-I...." "So-o-o-orr-y-y..."
When he starts crying I know he still is drunk. Now he is nothing more than a shaking, sobbing, crying, stammering and apologizing pile, to shocked to even see me through his watering eyes. Sighing I reach down and lift him to my arms, resting his head on my shoulder. Soon after he seems to fade into a thankful sleep. I've reached his quarters and opened the door with my security card and code. The dining room is completely undecorated, like in an empty chamber. The standard furniture seems cold and neglected, only in the bedchamber are some objects that indicated that there is someone living in there. I put Weyoun down on the bed and want to go straight away but something stops me. I see him lying there, completely drunk, and start wondering what happened to him. He normally never drinks, and if he does, not that much. I wonder how he was even able to drink that much, and pity starts to grow in me. I pity him for the headache and the terrible hangover he is going to have tomorrow. I know that it wont change a thing ,but I remember Kira saying, that if you are drunk, you should get a good rest. So I start undoing his boots and his shirt. Suddenly he put an arm around my neck and pulls me down. His other hand grips my arm with a strength, I never would have thought he had in that thin hands of his. His eyes are still closed and he seems do be dreaming. He presses me against his body and mumbles something incoherent. I only understand something like: ' Please don't leave me. Stay, stay only if it is for your own pleasure...'
I try to get out of his grip but he doesn't want to let me go. I think of flowing out of his arms, but a new idea grows in me. It's already so late, and I'm really tired, I need the rest. I don't think, that if I change to my normal form, I'll be able to change back, and go to my own chambers. So I start relaxing. Nobody knows that I'm here, and not even Weyoun will remember it, when he wakes tomorrow. I'm always the first up at this station, so so nobody will ever now that I stayed the night in the vortas chambers, instead of in my own quarters. Weyoun seems to sink into a deep sleep and snuggles into my arms, and I myself start to fade into unconsciousness. Soon enough the daily stress demands his price, and my solid body dissolves into it's natural form.