"Unexpected unions"

Odo sat on his gilt throne and looked with mild surprise at the Jem'Hadar carefully sucking on his toes. Another was gently stroking his groin, and another was nibbling at his ear. Unusual, he thought. He spoke to Weyoun above the moans of pleasure that were erupting from the Jem'Hadar at his side as he touched the few sensitive areas of its anatomy. "This isn't, ahem, quite what I had in mind of relaxation."

The Vorta looked up innocently from his absent stroking of Odo's leg. Weyoun was completely naked apart from the heavy chain around his neck. "You said you would like to leave it up to me. But of course, if this is not quite to your taste honourable founder, there are other programmes..." His voice trailed off to leave a mischievous smile on his face.

"You can cut the pretence Weyoun. We're alone now. I was just expecting something a... a little more romantic. Besides, this is the first time we've invited Dukat and I want things to be special." He smiled as lovingly as his face could manage at the little Vorta.

"I know, and I am grateful you let him join us."

"I couldn't very well say no. He was begging me on every occasion he could get - I am surprised Kira didn't suspect."

"I don't know why you let her hang around you, or why you keep up the pretence of being interested in her. She's nothing but a little slut."

"You do have a thing about her hanging around don't you?" Weyoun didn't look up. "Well I had to draw attention away from you and I. Why? Are you jealous? You are aren't you?" Weyoun pouted but Odo was saved from his response by the entry of Quark.

"So, Odo," said the new arrival, "What do you think of this new program?"

"Yes," said Weyoun. "We created it especially for the occasion."

Odo replied positively before gesturing towards the heavy looking pair of shackles opposite Weyoun.

"Get undressed, then put those on while I go and slip into something a little more uncomfortable." He slunk off to a plushly furnished room, closing the door behind him. Quark rounded on his naked companion. "I expect he was desperate to get away from these gaudy decorations which you insisted on." he said acidly.

"You must be running a little thin on insults to resort to commenting on my taste in soft furnishings." replied the Vorta. "Besides, I think I know what founders like."

"Hah!" said Quark. "Odo isn't just any founder. I have known him a lot longer than you have and I think I know his tastes."

"I suppose you also know what size underwear he wears..."

"Of course. Its size -"

"Ha! I've got you. He doesn't wear underwear."

They turned away from each other, Quark in a sulk and Weyoun smirking in triumph. It was a few minutes before Weyoun said "He doesn't really love you, you know. He just lets you join in because you own the holosuites." Quark spun around in hurt disbelief.

"TAKE THAT BACK!!" he shouted, reaching out and grabbing the black, curly pubic hairs around the Vorta's groin and tugging hard. Weyoun screeched in pain and grabbed a Breen instrument of torture, jabbing it into the Ferengi's ear as hard as he could muster. A scream rung out across the ship, breaking several pieces of glass on the way.

A leather clad Odo rushed in to see his two lovers both crying bitterly and grabbing the more sensitive parts of their anatomy. When they saw him they got up and rushed over, until they were stopped by the chains around their necks and were almost strangled. The Changeling sauntered over making sympathetic noises at them.

"Calm down. I think you're both very bad boys. I think you both need to be punished." he said in gruff tones. The other two dried their eyes. Weyoun looked up at him piously, whilst Quark showed the mixed feelings of indignation and excitement. He always liked being punished and the anticipation of this event quickly dispelled his thoughts of the previous argument. Weyoun watched Quarks smiling and drooling countenance with well hidden disgust, resolving to tell Odo his side of the story before Quark got a look in.

Just then, Dukat entered. His usually sour, lizard like countenance had been taken over with a soft, wistful look.

"Well? I heard the screams. I hope you haven't started without me?" He looked strangely naive and childlike, his smiling face belying his nervousness. Weyoun's wide mauve eyes lit up and he swallowed.

"Of course we haven't started without you" he said, a gentle and desperately wanting look on his face. Odo eyed his Vorta lover carefully and frowned inwardly. Dukat walked forward slowly.

"Could I have some help with my uniform? I usually have a slave do it but we seem to be a little short..." his voice trailed off. The eager to please Vorta quickly solved his problem.

"Computer.....activate program." The room became filled with Jem'Hadar. "Welcome to our little group Dukat." he said.

Dukat looked around himself. "Very nice" he said. Suddenly he was grabbed by two of the Jem'Hadar and held whilst his clothes were cut from his body. Then one of his assailants clipped a chain around his neck and pushed him over so that he was knelt in front of the throne. Odo's black PVC outfit squeaked as he stepped up on to the platform and unwound his whip. "Didn't your mother ever tell you little cardassians are to be seen and not heard. You've been very rude and I think you need to be taught a lesson." he cracked his whip expertly. It clipped Dukat right in the centre of his forehead, sending a small trickle of blood run slowly down his nose ridge. "And now you're all dirty. Weyoun, clean him for me while I deal with the chief offender." He watched Weyoun lick the blood from Dukat's ridges, then proceeding to explore the rest of his face with moist lips and a delicate tongue. Odo let them be for a while as they passionately explored each others mouths and alternately nipped each other playfully. He turned to Quark sternly. "That deal you did with the Tranians?" he said. "That was for their native ale wasn't it? I have some very damning evidence. How do you plead?" He licked his lips and raised an eyebrow, waiting for an answer.

"I plead guilty" Quark said weakly.

"Somehow," said Odo wearily, "I thought you might." he smiled hungrily. "I sentence you to slavery and extreme torture. Do you have anything to say for yourself?" Quark opened his mouth to speak but Odo shouted before he had a chance "YOU DARE TO TALK TO ME???" he paused. "I know just how to punish you...." Odo unzipped the front of his suit to reveal his ample penis. Grabbing Quarks head by the ears, he used the Ferengi's pleadings to insert his now erect cock into Quarks mouth and pulled in and out, his partners sharp teeth grazing it slightly and subsequently making Odo even more turned on. With saliva dripping down his chin, Quark gave out muffled pleas for mercy until Odo reprimanded him with a hard pinch in the ears. Tears joined the other bodily fluids to create a slimy lubricant that surrounded Quarks mouth and dripped onto the floor. "Never mind my dear." said Odo. "It'll all be over soon..."

Meanwhile, Dukat's back passage was tenderly being caressed and widened by Weyouns expert hand. Dukat moaned and pleaded with pleasure. He lay on his front, cushioned from discomfort by the two Jem'Hadar soldiers beneath him. Weyoun lay on top of Dukat's back, laying hundreds of kisses on boney ridges he found there. "I promise to be gentle..." said the Vorta, slipping himself inside the alien beneath him and slowly pumping in and out. As he reached his climax he bit into the Cardassians neck savagely drawing blood and a yelp from his companion. He drank the warm liquid in until he had to withdraw to spurt his silvery sperm. He groaned in relief and wiped the blood from his face, lying back against a soldier and closing his eyes in satisfaction.

Odo's voice cut through Weyoun's daze of ecstasy; severe, angry and cold. "I said you could clean him, not bugger him." The Vorta's eyes snapped open and looked up at Odo. The changeling lashed out with his whip, catching Weyoun around the neck and pulling him towards the throne. "You will regret this, little one." he said. Weyoun looked up in shock and worry. Something wasn't quite right - Odo never punished him.

"I am sorry, master." he said.

"You will be," sneered Odo. He clicked his fingers, bringing a pair of Jem'Hadar automatically to his side. "Chain the Vorta to the wall," Odo ordered. They picked Weyoun up and carried out the order - leaving him splayed and facing the wall. Odo smiled evilly and minced across to the Vorta, fingering his whip as he went. The only sound in the room was that of Odo's clicking stilettos.

Meanwhile, Quark and Dukat looked at each other in mutual discomfort. "I realised that it would be awkward being near you again in... This kind of atmosphere," Dukat whispered as Weyoun's first scream rung out across the holosuite. "After such a long and...intense relationship, it is hardly to be wondered at that we should have problems communicating....." his voice trailed off. He avoided the Ferengi's eyes by watching the other two a vague frown on his brow. The Ferengi saw the ball in his court and spoke up - "That was a long time ago perhaps we could benefit from a fresh start...." he leered at the Cardassian hungrily before leaping upon him and smothering him in kisses.

Odo gathered up his whip and prepared to lash out at the Vorta again. "I must admit some jealousy on my part sweetheart but that is really no reason to disobey me." He tensed his body for another crack of his weapon when all of a sudden he heard his name. Assuming it was one of the others, he continued but so did the voice. He looked around himself for the source of the voice until his eyes came to rest on a starfleet uniform. He gulped. "C-c-c-captain Sisko......" If changelings could have fainted he would have.

The captain looked around himself in horror. In front of him was not only the stations top businessman giving Gul Dukat a blow job but his very own trusted chief of security, dressed in leather and whipping the dominion ambassador. His face turned from horror to anger.

"You could have waited for me." he said.

THE END