Deep Space Nine: The Needs of the Many

Scene 1 - The Price She Paid

Kira stepped into Dax’s quarters and froze.

The lights were dim. Dax was sitting on the floor with her back against the wall, still wearing the same clothes from the night before. Her makeup was smudged, her eyes red and swollen.

The second Kira saw her, she knew something was very wrong.

She crossed the room and knelt in front of her. “Jadzia… what happened?”

Dax didn’t look up at first. When she finally spoke, her voice was hoarse and small.

“Dukat had a recording. From the Occupation. Curzon… and a Cardassian woman. A married woman. Someone important.” She swallowed hard. “If that recording got out, it would destroy her life. Her family. Everything.”

Kira’s face slowly changed as the realization hit her.

“He blackmailed you.”

Dax gave the smallest nod.

Kira’s breathing changed instantly. Her hands started to shake with rage.

“That son of a bitch…” she growled, rising to her feet. “I’m going to kill him. I swear to the Prophets I

will—”

Dax lunged forward and grabbed Kira’s arm with surprising strength.

“No!” she said desperately. “Nerys, stop. He’s already gone. His ship left hours ago.”

Kira was breathing hard, eyes blazing with fury. “Then I’ll go after him. I’ll—”

“Please,” Dax begged, her voice cracking. “I can’t… I can’t deal with you losing control right now. I need you here. With me.”

Kira stood there, trembling with rage, fists clenched tight. It took everything in her not to tear the room apart.

Finally, she exhaled shakily and dropped back down to her knees, pulling Dax into a tight embrace.

“I’m here,” she whispered against her hair. “I’m right here.”

They stayed like that for a long time.

When Dax finally pulled back, she looked exhausted.

“I need to get checked out,” she said quietly. “Just… to be sure.”

Kira nodded immediately. “I’m coming with you.”

* * *

The doors to the infirmary slid open. Bashir looked up with his usual bright smile — until he saw the expressions on both women’s faces.

The smile vanished instantly.

Without a word, he gestured for Dax to sit on the biobed. Kira stood right beside her, arms crossed, never leaving her side.

Bashir was completely professional. He ran every relevant scan — checking for any internal trauma, tearing, bruising, or signs of infection. The only sounds were the quiet beeps of the tricorder and the medical equipment.

After nearly fifteen minutes of thorough examination, Bashir finally stepped back.

He spoke softly, but clearly.

“No injuries. No tearing. No foreign biological material. No infections of any kind.” He looked at Dax with genuine care. “You’re physically fine, Jadzia.”

Dax closed her eyes in visible relief.

Bashir hesitated, then added, “If you ever need to talk… about anything… my door is always open. No records. No logs.”

Dax nodded. Her voice was barely above a whisper.

“This stays between us, Julian. You can’t tell Sisko. You can’t tell anyone.”

Bashir looked her directly in the eyes.

“Doctor-patient confidentiality, Jadzia. I won’t say a word. To anyone.”

Scene 2 – Back on Duty

A few hours later, Ops looked deceptively normal.

Dax stood at her science station, trying her best to focus on the sensor logs. She was quieter than usual, her usual playful teasing and flirtatious comments completely absent.

Sisko noticed immediately.

He watched her from the command chair, eyes narrowed. Dax was moving slower. Her usual spark was gone. She barely reacted when O’Brien made a joke across the room.

Kira stood at the tactical station, tense and silent, throwing occasional glances at Dax.

After a few minutes, Dax suddenly straightened up.

“I… need a moment,” she said quietly, not looking at anyone. She walked quickly toward the turbolift without waiting for a reply.

The moment the doors closed behind her, Sisko stood up.

“Major,” he said, his voice low but firm. “With me. Now.”

Kira followed him into his office.

The doors had barely closed before Sisko turned on her.

“What the hell is going on with her?” he demanded.

Kira crossed her arms, jaw tight. “It’s not my place to say.”

“Major, that wasn’t a request.”

Kira looked away, clearly struggling. “Benjamin… I can’t.”

Sisko stepped closer. His voice dropped, but it carried heavy weight.

“Kira. Look at me.”

She finally met his eyes.

“Whatever it is, it’s affecting my crew. I need to know.”

Kira’s eyes filled with barely contained fury. Her voice came out low and venomous.

“Dukat.”

Sisko’s entire expression changed.

Kira continued, her voice shaking with rage:

“He blackmailed her. He had a recording from the Occupation — something that would destroy an innocent woman’s life. He told Dax the only way he’d destroy that recording… was if she spent the night with him.”

Sisko’s face hardened like stone. For a moment, pure fury flashed across his features.

Kira’s voice cracked.

“She did it to protect that woman. She had no choice.”

Sisko didn’t speak for a long moment. His hands clenched into fists at his sides. When he finally spoke, his voice was dangerously quiet.

“I’m going to kill him.”

“No,” Kira said sharply. “That’s what I said too. But she begged me not to do anything. She’s barely holding it together as it is.”

Sisko stared at the floor, breathing heavily, clearly fighting to control himself. After a long silence, he forced his shoulders to relax.

He looked up at Kira, his voice now measured.

“Take the rest of the day off. Both of you. Tell Dax I’m reassigning you to… inventory the secondary docking ring. It should keep you both away from everyone for the rest of the shift.”

Kira looked at him. For the first time that day, something soft flickered in her eyes.

“Thank you,” she said quietly.

Sisko simply nodded.

When they stepped back onto the ops floor, Dax had just returned. Sisko walked straight up to her.

“Lieutenant, there’s an issue with the secondary docking ring’s inventory logs. I’m assigning you and Major Kira to handle it. Take the rest of the day — I don’t want to see either of you back here until tomorrow.”

Dax blinked, clearly confused, but too tired to question it. “Yes, sir…”

As they left Ops together, Kira glanced back at Sisko.

He gave her one small, almost imperceptible nod.

Scene 3 – What You Need

The door to Kira’s quarters had barely closed before Kira turned and pressed the lock with more force than necessary.

Dax stood in the middle of the room, looking drained. The weight of the day sat heavy on her shoulders.

Kira walked up to her slowly. She didn’t say anything at first — she simply reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair from Dax’s face. Her touch was surprisingly tender.

“You don’t have to be strong right now,” Kira said softly.

Dax’s eyes filled with tears again. “I feel so… dirty. Like I can still feel his hands on me.”

Kira’s expression darkened for a moment, but she pushed the anger down. Instead, she stepped closer until their bodies were almost touching.

“Then let me fix that.”

She leaned in and kissed Dax — not with hunger, but with aching care. Slow, deep, and full of devotion. When she pulled back, her voice was low and warm.

“I’m going to touch you until the only hands you remember are mine.”

Kira slowly walked her backwards until Dax’s legs hit the edge of the bed. She gently pushed her down onto it, then crawled over her, hovering just above her body.

She took her time undressing her.

Every piece of clothing was removed with care, like she was unwrapping something sacred. When Dax was finally naked beneath her, Kira sat back on her heels and just looked at her for a long moment.

“Gods, you’re beautiful,” she whispered, almost to herself.

Kira started kissing her way down Dax’s body — slow, reverent kisses across her collarbone, between her breasts, down her stomach. When she reached the spot between Dax’s legs, she looked up, eyes full with tenderness.

“He doesn’t get to have any part of you,” she said, voice husky.

Then she lowered her mouth.

The sound Dax made was broken and desperate. Kira didn’t rush. She licked and sucked with slow, long, sensual strokes of her tongue, gentle sucking on her clit, two fingers sliding deep inside her and curling just right.

Every time Dax moaned, Kira answered with a hungry sound of her own, like she was savoring her.

At one point Dax’s hand flew down, gripping Kira’s hair tightly as her hips started rolling against her mouth.

“Nerys…” she gasped, voice trembling.

Kira only moaned louder against her, the vibration sending shockwaves through Dax’s body. She added a third finger, thrusting deeper, faster, while her tongue worked her clit without mercy.

Dax came hard — back arching violently, a choked cry tearing from her throat as her thighs clamped around Kira’s head.

But Kira didn’t stop.

She kept licking her through it, gentler now, drawing out every last tremor until Dax was shaking and whimpering.

When she finally pulled back, her lips and chin were glistening. She crawled back up Dax’s body and kissed her deeply, letting her taste herself.

“I’m not done with you,” Kira whispered against her lips, voice thick with lust.

She guided Dax’s hand between her own legs.

“Touch me,” she begged, eyes burning. “I want to feel how much you need this too.”

Dax didn’t hesitate. Her fingers slid through Kira’s soaked folds and pushed inside her. Kira groaned, head falling back, grinding down against Dax’s hand.

They moved together like that — slow, and intimate. Kissing constantly, breathing into each other’s mouths, whispering soft filthy and tender things between moans.

At one point Kira sat up, pulling Dax into her lap so they were face to face, chest to chest. She wrapped her arms tightly around her as they rocked together, fingers still buried inside each other.

“Look at me,” Kira breathed.

Dax’s eyes fluttered open, half-lidded with pleasure.

“This is us,” Kira said, voice rough with emotion and arousal. “Not him. Never him. Just us.”

Dax’s breath hitched. She kissed Kira hard as another orgasm crashed through her. Kira followed right after, moaning loudly into Dax’s mouth as she came, their bodies locked tightly together, trembling.

They stayed like that for a long time afterwards — foreheads pressed together, breathing hard, arms wrapped around each other.

Dax smiled weakly, but it actually reached her eyes this time.

Scene 4 – Distraction

Quark’s was relatively quiet, which made it the perfect place for Bashir to hide.

He sat at the bar, staring into a glass of synthale he hadn’t touched. His face was pale and his usual easy charm was completely gone.

Quark, never one to miss an opportunity, slid up to him with a grin.

“You look like someone just told you the universe is ending, Doctor. Rough day?”

Bashir didn’t answer.

Quark’s eyes narrowed. He could smell a secret from a light-year away.

“Come on, Julian. You can tell your old friend Quark. What’s got you so wound up?”

“I can’t talk about it,” Bashir muttered. “Patient confidentiality.”

Quark was about to push harder when his eyes flicked toward the far corner of the bar — the darkest, most secluded booth.

A wicked smile slowly spread across his face.

“Well…” he purred, leaning closer to Bashir. “If you need a distraction, Doctor… look over there.”

Bashir followed Quark’s gaze.

In the corner booth, half-hidden in shadows, Chief Miles O’Brien had Keiko bent over the table.

Her skirt was hiked up around her waist, panties dangling from one ankle. Miles was fucking her hard from behind, one hand gripping her dark hair, the other clamped over her mouth to muffle her moans.

Keiko’s eyes were rolled back in pleasure, her hands gripping the edge of the table as her husband drove into her with deep, brutal strokes. The table was shaking with every thrust.

Miles leaned down and growled something filthy in her ear. Keiko’s response was a desperate, muffled cry against his palm.

Quark let out a low whistle.

“They’ve been at it for almost an hour now,” he whispered, clearly enjoying the show. “They think nobody can see them back there. Hu-mans truly have no shame.”

Bashir couldn’t look away.

Keiko’s legs were trembling. Miles suddenly pulled out, spun her around, and lifted her onto the table. He dropped to his knees, buried his face between her thighs, and started devouring her with loud, wet, obscene sounds.

Keiko threw her head back, biting her lip to stay quiet, but her hips were bucking wildly against her husband’s mouth.

Quark smirked and casually poured two fresh drinks while never taking his eyes off the couple.

“Want another drink, Doctor?” he asked smoothly, sliding one glass toward Bashir. “Or would you rather just keep watching the show?”

Bashir didn’t answer. His eyes stayed glued to the corner as Miles stood back up, turned Keiko around again, and slammed back into her with even more force than before.

Keiko’s hand flew back, grabbing Miles’ hair as she came hard, her whole body shaking violently.

Miles wasn’t far behind. With a deep groan, he buried himself to the hilt and came inside her, hips jerking as he filled her.

They stayed locked together for a long moment, panting, before Miles finally pulled out. A thick trail of his cum dripped down Keiko’s thigh.

Quark took a slow sip of his own drink, eyes gleaming with amusement.

“Now that’s what I call entertainment.”