Bashir turned from his brief inspection of the pathetic looking figure on the upper level of the promenade and shook his head. "It's really quite unfortunate."

"*Unfortunate*? I'd say it's really tragic." Garak looked carefully past Bashir's shoulder at the object of their conversation and sadly shook his head. "And does he allow a single word of solace? Will he let his friends console him? It's a pity he couldn't find someone that might have stayed with him. A comfortable relationship...of the sort you and I share." He smiled.

Bashir gave him a smile in return. "Well, we can't all be as fortunate in life."

"Do you know that before we...*found* each other, I used to think about the constable in...*that* way?"

Julian merely grinned. "Really? Great minds do think alike then."

Garak's eyes grew shocked. "Julian?"

Julian laughed merrily. "Yes, I found his graceful stride and sky-blue eyes very...dashing."

Garak laughed a little, then shook his head. "Well, I dare say one or both of us would have treated him better than that female."

"It wasn't her fault she didn't know who she was."

Garak nodded, then sighed again. "Yes, well, I still feel bad for Odo. I mean, the poor man can't even drink himself into oblivion anymore, being a changeling."

Bashir suddenly speared a look at Garak, both stunned and thoughtful at once.
"Oblivion..."

Garak misunderstood. "Oh, believe me, Julian, I've also been concerned about a possible suicide attempt on Odo's part. His life has already been quite tragic enough and with *this* adding to it...Great Gul help the poor man." He forked some larish pie into his mouth and shook his head again, obviously troubled.

Bashir put his hand on Garak's arm for a moment, dropping his voice to an even lower whisper than before. "No, no...I mean, yes, I was worried about his level of depression, as well, but what you just said reminded me of something."

Garak's gray-blue eyes were alert and expectant. "Do tell, doctor."

"You said oblivion. There are a few substances, in fact, that Doctor Mora tested on Odo...substances which act in the same way ethanol does among most humanoids, causing a general lowering of reserve and a feeling of euphoria."

"Really?"

"In fact, I've got an idea...if you agree to what I'm about to propose..."

"I'm not interested."

"Really, this won't take but a few hours and you..." Bashir insisted with a doctorly smile. "Are *off* duty, as of now."

Those sky-blue eyes, already sad and expressive, were now deeply pained. He didn't even get mad, as Julian had half-expected. They held a sort of hopeless and uncaring look in them that troubled the doctor, but Odo merely nodded at him. "Very well." His tone was equally uncaring and listless.

Bashir put on a brave smile and gestured him into Quark's upper level entrance. Odo headed there. They turned into the holosuite area and stopped at a door.

"It's right in here, constable."

"I thought you said it was a drinking contest?"

"It is. But it's taking place in here."

Odo sighed, and to Bashir's worried eye, merely shrugged as if he didn't care and touched the entry panel to open the door.

He stepped in to a room from what looked like Rura Pente. It was rugged, all wood, a tavern of some sort and through the few windows, he could see a swirling blizzard. All of the bar's denizens, aliens all, wore heavy wool, leather and even fur. A fire blazed at a far corner, but it was still a bit cold in the room.

Seated at a table with a large leather-clad Klingon was Garak, also wearing a thickly layered outfit of wool, with tasteful and understated trimming. He waved the two men over. "Constable! Doctor! Do join us!"

Odo strode in, ignoring the rest of the room, to the table. The seated Klingon merely glared at him.

"He's your champion?"

Garak bristled. "Now, now, is that polite? Yes, this is Constable Odo. And he is most definitely our champion where I come from." He looked up. "Odo, please sit and make yourself comfortable."

Those sorrowful blue eyes gave him an indifferent look and Garak managed to avoid cringing at it. __I do believe Julian and I have taken action not a moment too soon,__ he thought.

"What are we going to be drinking?"

The Klingon relaxed. "Blood wine!"

"It figures." Odo didn't say anything else, however, and the tavern maid brought over two large tankards of blood wine. The large Klingon lifted his, obviously waiting for Odo to lift his own.

After a moment, he did, looking dispiritedly into the glass. "No bubbles."

"Q'aplaH!" the Klingon cheered and lifted his tankard and downed it's contents in one gulp. Odo did the same, with less enthusiasm. "TWO MORE!"

Bashir and Garak exchanged looks as Odo merely sighed, not looking at anything but the dregs at the bottom of his glass.

Three hours and 47 blood wine's later...

The Klingon was swaying precariously from side to side. Odo merely felt a bit bloated. Why Bashir felt this would be interesting was beyond him. He would definitely have to spill the bloodwine he'd been storing from out of himself soon. He moved a little in his chair and frowned.

"I think I can manage one or two more tankards." He said.

"TWO MORE!"

Odo frowned and fidgeted again. Julian watched him.

"Problem, Odo?"

"I...have to relieve myself." It wasn't quite the same function, not having been processed by his body into urine, but basically he did the same thing.

The Klingon laughed. "Join us then! We'll see who can piss out the fire!!"

To Julian and Garak's surprise, Odo suddenly gave his caustic little barking laugh and responded, "I'll do you one better. See if you can piss it out, *after* I've made it burn like thunder!"

The Klingon didn't seem fazed by this bravado. He merely clapped his hand on Odo's back and the two headed off for the fire, bystanders following in their wake. Garak looked to Julian.

"When did you start adding the compound to his tankard?"

Bashir winced. "I figured Odo might notice, so *all* the tankards have a tiny amount of it. According to Mora's records, a large amount acted very quickly, but a small amount given over a period of time acted slowly over a period of hours."

"It's only been three."

"Apparently that's enough."

A roar of delight from the crowd by the fire took their attention. They could see and hear the crackle of the fire which now roared almost as loud. Garak smiled.

"The bloodwine."

"Apparently Odo processes it in the most...expedient manner."

"I thought he merely emptied it out of a vesicle."

"Well, he told me his body 'remembers' being human. It makes sense he'd *force* any ingested liquid out the same way you and I do."

"I suppose we should be glad he won't remember any of this."

Now the crowd murmured and there was furious betting going on. Garak and Bashir merely waited. A few moments later, the Klingon and Odo staggered back. Odo beamed. "I won!"

The Klingon hardly seemed fazed, merely impressed. "He did!"

Julian noted the slightly glassy look to Odo's expression. "How are you feeling, constable?"

"TWO MORE!" Odo roared, then sat. Unfortunately, his chair wasn't in place.

The Klingon laughed uproariously and also let himself fall to the floor. "THAT'S RIGHT! TWO MORE!"

The requested bloodwine arrived and the Klingon grabbed it. It was quickly downed. But this time when the Klingon threw his head back to catch the last few dregs, he kept going back. Like deadwood he hit the floor and stayed, out now for the count. Odo merely eyed his opponent bleary-eyed and sighed. His mug was still full in his hand.

"I guess I win the contest then." He giggled a little. The crowd roared it's approval and he smiled at them, then looked over to Garak and Bashir. For some reason they seemed a bit blurry to him. He didn't really mind, but it was a touch distracting. "Was that all you wanted...gennelmum...gennelmem?"

Bashir inclined his head with a smile now. "Congratulations, constable. You seem to have won."

"Damn straight..."

"Maybe we should get him to bed, doctor?"

"My thought exactly."

"I feel fine." He looked from one to the other as they hefted him up from either side.

"I'm sure you do, constable. Come on. Come with us, if you please."

Odo put up no resistance. It sounded like a fine idea.

He looked blearily from one to the other as Bashir began to carefully unfasten his collar and Garak urged him to lift a foot and started to peel his boot off.

"Whah...whuh...yer...taking off m'clothes."

Garak smiled to Bashir. "It's just like I told you...he's actually *wearing* them. He spent a small fortune on good tailoring."

"I wonder who from." Julian murmured.

"Yes, well, I *knew* he wouldn't just throw the clothes away."

Odo blinked at both of them. "Why're you takin' off m'clothes?"

"Getting you ready for bed, constable." Bashir smiled, slowly unfastening the jacket. "I take it you've been *perfecting* your body and actually dressing?"

"S'right. Doan know why..." a sudden shudder rippled though him and he nearly fell. Garak steadied him, taking his hands and placing them on his broad shoulders as he finished taking off the first boot. He began working on his other boot.

"Just hold my shoulder there. Good. Tonight, my dear constable, is *your* night."

"My night?" Odo frowned at them both.

"We, my good fellow," Bashir said, carefully pulling off the uniform tunic, revealing a slender but nicely defined chest, replete with nipples and striking collarbones. "Are planning on making sure you reach bliss and oblivion."

"Whah...??"

"I think the oblivion part is well under way." Julian worked open the trousers and gently eased them down. As he knelt by Odo's feet his dark gaze rested on the uncovered delights within and smiled. He made Odo lift a leg to remove the pants and asked Garak, "What say you, my dear Elim?"

"I say I have good taste in men," Garak purred, slowly stroking one hand down the smooth straight back he was admiring until his hand rested on a smooth, round, firm buttock. "*Very* good taste."

"Why, Elim, I take that as a compliment!"

"So you should, my dear Julian. Now, my dear constable, turn for me. My, my. I see my former opinion is validated yet again."

Odo issued a pained moan as Garak's firm cool hand stroked his long, well-shaped cock. He leaned into the Cardassian as his penis swelled and grew under the firm strokes, his body clearly having retained the memory of how to respond to stimulation.

"Whu...whuh...why...why're you...um...ohh..."

"Because, my dear constable," Julian murmured from behind him and into his ear. "We care for you deeply. And we want you to see there is more than only one woman...or for that matter, one gender. You are a changeling after all, are you not?"

"Mmm...." Odo's nod was vague, his murmur lost in another moan as Bashir swept his warm hands around him and began gently rubbing his chest and slender waist, one finger circling the small, tight nipples and the other his simulated navel.

"We want you to see how lucky you are...the universe is yours, Odo...any race, any gender, you can be anything you want...you can have anything you want...and what we want is this night to show you this...to pleasure you...both of us...no strings...no guilt...you don't even have to lift a finger...just let us give you pleasure."

Garak took a hand now, Bashir took the other. Together they led the naked changeling to the bed, carefully laid him down atop the soft blue covers. Fully aroused, he looked from one to the other as they began to swiftly strip, his long, human-looking cock swollen and quivering in the cool air of the room. Soon both men joined him; the smooth, light-brown silken warmth of Julian on one side of him, the more intriguing cool and scaly-gray trembling coarseness of Elim on the other; Odo frowned at this.

"Garak?"

"My, you are quite warm, constable. Not as warm as dear Julian, but still quite pleasant."

"...shivering."

"Why so I am. I'll have to get closer to warm up."

Odo nodded listlessly, the glassiness of his eyes revealing his increasing detachment. He felt odd. He was floating now on a warm, soft cloud. Another drifted over him and encased him in warmth, snugged in between two people. He frowned. Two people?

He looked from one to the other now and blinked. He knew them. They were friends. Good friends. They were kind. They were pleasant. He trusted them. He relaxed. One of them was gently stroking his upper body, his neck. It felt good. He caught a brief glimpse of blue eyes, thought of a warm, hazy, summer sky, as one of his cloud-lovers began kissing him. The other worked on his lower body, gently stroked along his legs, parted them, caressed the aching organs between them. Odo moaned against the cool, gray mouth, pulled back to throw his head against the pillow as a warmer, wetter one gently pulled, sucked on his throbbing, aching cock. He bucked. The delicious sensations broke off.

"Easy, Odo. Be easy...you're perfectly safe." The blue-eyed cloud-lover smiled at him reassuringly. A protective warmth suddenly cradled him below and he shuddered.

"...Ohh...."

"Good, that's the ticket." This from the warmer, darker cloud-lover between his legs. Julian smiled as Odo began to slowly move his hips in circles against the bed, pushing his hardness into the snug confines of Bashir's closed fist. Julian nodded at Garak and spoke encouragingly to Odo. "Flow with it and let us pleasure you...you deserve it."

He smiled and then dipped his head to take the end of that completely human-looking erection into his warm, wet mouth. He swirled his tongue around the head, marveling at how it throbbed in his mouth.

"...ahh...ohh..."

Garak gently swallowed up these pleasured groans with his avid mouth, hands stroking the warm, smooth torso before him. Odo gave himself up to the wonderful sensations and let his mind float away, carried along by his cloud-lovers.

A few evenings later...

"He's been ever so much happier."

"I actually think I heard him humming yesterday. He claimed it was the air recycler."

"You know the constable, he'd hardly ever admit to being *happy*."

"Well, he certainly has taken a liking to our *drinking* sessions these last few nights."

"Humph. I certainly haven't heard you complaining Garak."

"One can't complain with one's mouth full."

"You're incorrigible."

"You wouldn't have me any other way, either."

"True."

"Julian...are you quite sure he can't remember what we do?"

"Positive. The documentation was quite thorough. The compound acts like alcohol, and wipes Odo's short-term memory."

"I see."

"And we've been very careful. We leave him with fresh sheets and a smile."

"Yes, but..."

"Look, all he knows is that we're enjoying a few drinks before heading off for bed. Nothing unusual about that at all. And his response certainly hasn't been reluctant."

"True."

"If he didn't like it, he would have told us, and we would have left. The compound doesn't lower his inhibitions, you know. It merely relaxes his reserve. Besides, he hasn't exactly asked any questions. I'm sure he realizes there's more than alcohol in his drinks, but since he's feeling better, he just doesn't care what it is."

"I would just feel better if he was...aware. I feel like quite sinister and evil."

"Well...we could tell him."

"Hm..."

"Good morning, gentlemen."

"Ah, good morning constable!" "Constable." Both men looked up at the broad- shouldered security chief.

"Are we still on for tonight?"

"Unless you can't make it?"

"No same time," Odo said. His next words were a bit hesitant. "I just...wanted to suggest our round of drinks be at my quarters tonight, though. I don't really think there's need to waste any more of our replicator credits."

Garak looked at Bashir, but the doctor merely nodded. "All right, then. I'll bring the ale."

"No need. I already ordered some from Quark."

Garak threw a glance at Bashir again, but he ignored him. "Well, then...it looks as if you have it all prepared, constable. We'll meet at your quarters. Garak?"

The Cardassian merely nodded and smiled. Odo seemed relieved. "Good. I'll see you both after work. Good day."

He stepped off. The two men watched him, then turned to each other across the table. Garak practically hissed in consternation. "Now what?!"

Bashir shrugged. "Now nothing. We'll have a few drinks and leave. Maybe this is his way of saying he doesn't need the oblivion part of the evening. Maybe he just appreciates the camaraderie to be found, the social part of drinking."

The tailor was not placated. "Perhaps."

"Anyway, I'll meet you at Odo's at 1900 hours."

"Come in, gentlemen." Odo smiled at his guests. "I took the liberty of beaming in a couch so you'd have somewhere comfortable to sit."

"The floor would have done, constable, but that's kind."

"Drinks are on the table. I took the liberty of preparing the room already."

"How thoughtful," Garak smiled and looked around. The room was not lit very well, similar to his own quarters.

"If you'd like more lighting, just ask. I'm afraid I tend to prefer dimmer quarters."

"It's fine, so long as we don't bump into things." Bashir smiled, sitting on the couch and picking up a glass of ale. He gestured with it. "Cheers all."

The other two men picked up their glasses and responded in kind. "Cheers." "Cheers."

They all quaffed, Odo happily perching on the chair opposite the couch where Garak and Bashir both sat. He looked down, then cleared his throat a bit.

"I...I just wanted to thank you both for your kindness these last few days. If it hadn't been for your gesture of solidarity, I'm not sure what might have happened."

"Oh, that's quite all right." "Really, Odo, it was just a...a friendly gesture."

"It was more than that. I know, doctor, that you put something in my drinks, and I'm not upset about it, don't get me wrong. I'm sure you did what you felt was necessary for my mental health."

"I'm glad you realize that."

"What you did, was done out of kindness, something I'm not really used to. I...I was a bit uneasy at first, the next morning when I woke and reformed, not remembering how I'd gotten to my quarters, but I realized I could trust you. You're both good, good friends."

"Well..."

"Glad to have helped, constable," Bashir quickly said, giving Garak a warning look, then smiling at Odo over his ale.

"It did. You did help." Odo admitted, looking down at his glass, then back up at the two, missing their interplay. "I'm, uh...grateful."

"Please, don't mention it, Odo. There's no need."

He looked up at this, noted Bashir's clear and pleasant gaze, then nodded slowly. "All right. But there's something else I do need to say."

Bashir exchanged a quick glance with Garak, then both of them nodded at Odo to continue. His blue eyes seemed to take in both of them. He swallowed.

"I...I'd like to try...the coupling tonight without benefit of the compound."

Both men stared at him before Garak shook himself from his shock. "Forgive me, but you just said you didn't remember what happened these last few nights."

"No, just the first two nights. When you kept inviting me though...I grew curious. So last night I had my private security monitor in my bedroom programmed to record any activity." He sighed, and suddenly looked down. "I was...a bit shocked."

"Odo, I can explain..."

He shook his head. "Please don't. You can't explain why I...responded so...willingly. But I can. If I'm honest, that is." He sighed and finally looked up at them. "Arissa was the first person to give me love...affection, without expecting anything in return. She didn't know me, didn't know herself. I cared for her, but I think most of that was simply allowing myself to accept her attention instead of questioning it. The compound did the same thing, but you see it didn't explain your actions. The reason what I saw didn't upset me is because of the evident care and...and affection in your actions. Also, I might have accepted your attention, but I certainly wouldn't have responded quite so avidly if I didn't..."

His voice trailed off and Julian put his ale down. "If you didn't what Odo?"

"If I didn't care for both of you as well." Those sky blue eyes pierced through Julian's heart as he continued saying quietly, "You always treated me just like any of your other patients, doctor, instead of a lab rat. I can't tell you how much I've appreciated that."

"I'm...glad that you feel that way, Odo."

He nodded and turned to the still-dazed Cardassian. "As for you, I believe you and I have a great deal between us, Garak. Not just that incident when we were both captured. You've kept me company when I was ill...introduced me to all sorts of food and drink when I was converted...even though I wasn't exactly hospitable at the time."

"I knew it was a trying time for you."

"And for you." Odo said, looking at him gravely. "You were terrified of being confined for those six months. I knew how difficult that time was for you."

"That's right!" Bashir suddenly said. "I don't know why it didn't occur to me until now, but you're claustrophobic. Oh, how ever did you stand being under confinement, Elim?"

"Well, if you remember, Odo kindly talked Captain Sisko into permitting me to be held under house arrest."

"I couldn't stand to be adding to anyone's pain...even if you were rightfully incarcerated." Odo sighed. "And now...I don't want to...share time with you both only when I'm oblivious. I'd like to try...being with you like this...if you agree that is. I won't have either of you doing something you don't want to. If you just intended a few nights of...of sport...then forget I said anything. I'll never mention any of this again."

"Odo..."

"Both of us?"

"I know you have a relationship. I don't wish to intrude on it, but I figured I'd ask for this one last time at least...since you haven't been exclusive these last few nights, I mean."

Elim and Julian looked at each other. Julian cleared his throat a little. "Speaking for myself, I'd be pleased to have you join us *fully* tonight."

Garak seemed troubled. "Just for tonight?"

Odo nodded. "If you both don't agree, I'll drop the whole thing, but...part of me wants to experience this without benefit of drugs. I had enough of that during th--" He barely stopped himself, and finished in a whisper, "I...I'd just like to be in command of my faculties when I'm intimate with someone."

Elim and Julian looked at each other again. Julian moved forward in his chair. "When did you experience this before, Odo?"

"Does it matter?"

"It does to me. I'd like to feel I haven't brought back painful memories."

"Not really. I don't think of those times." Odo looked away for a moment, then shook his head slowly. "As you know there are various substances which cause certain emotional reactions in me. Both Mora and the Cardassians delighted in having me injected with different compounds to see how I'd be affected...well, Mora only studied me. The Cardassians didn't exactly care what the reaction was, only how they could...use it. I was quite an amusement to them, especially after the effect of certain compounds became common knowledge among the higher-ranking Cardassians. Mora refused to dose me without reason, so they took him off my case for a while. The other scientists didn't care. All they cared about was how much the Cardassians paid them to dose me and have me...ready for them, for their...their amusement."

Garak frowned. "I'm surprised you'd care to invite me to share this with you, then."

"Last night wasn't the first time I watched a recording of myself under the influence of some compound. Some of the guls delighted in showing me their cleverness. But it was the first time I saw myself being treated with...with consideration." This last word nearly broke and Odo got up and went to the viewport, suddenly uncomfortable. His voice was hard to hear and slow, as if he was dragging out the words against his will. "I might have been intoxicated, but...but neither of you took advantage of me. And you...you didn't just gratify your sexual urges either. I...I noticed how you...how you..."

"How we what?"

Odo jumped at the sound of Julian's quiet voice by his side. He turned. Two pairs of eyes were studying him, Garak standing behind Bashir.

The doctor took in the deeply etched pain in the face before him and softly repeated. "How we what, constable?"

His head dropped. "How you ensured I found pleasure in it, too." His voice disappeared entirely now. Both were close enough to see he was shivering. Julian nodded at Elim.

Without a word, both men flanked him and led him to the bedroom.

Odo kept shivering, even after they were all undressed and he couldn't seem to meet their eyes. Finally Garak spoke. "Perhaps just a touch of the compound, Odo. It doesn't have to be enough to cause oblivion, just to...relax you."

"I concur, but then I also leave it up to you." Julian said. "I do have some of the compound." He picked up his trousers and fished in a pocket, dug something out. He held up a hypospray.

Odo's head shot up then. "So you intended on using it?"

"No. I was...I wanted to tell you about it. As Garak pointed out, I don't have to give you enough to cause oblivion, but just enough to let you relax and unwind a little."

Odo eyed the hypo doubtfully. "What is it?"

"Delarythrin."

Odo nodded, then, to both their surprise, closed his eyes and sighed. "Transport."

"Excuse me?"

"Transport," he repeated. "That was what Mora dubbed it after the first time he gave it to me in the laboratory. "Based on my...reaction to it. He said it...transported me."

"Well, as I said, we don't have to..."

"No. I think I'd like a little. But not enough to fog my mind."

"I'll give you point five milligrams. That's a fraction of normal." Julian adjusted the hypo and then pressed it against Odo's arm. Odo sighed. Then he looked back at the bed.

"I...maybe we should lay back."

"Good idea. I'm freezing," Garak lifted the blanket and slipped into the bed.

Julian lifted the blanket and urged Odo to get in ahead of him. After a moment, he did, gracefully slipping beneath the sheets, the doctor right behind him. Garak laid a large cool hand on Odo's belly. It made him jump, but he said nothing. Garak smiled.

"You are nice and warm."

He nodded. When would the compound work? He felt a warmer hand turn him gently on his side. Julian's large, dark eyes gleamed in the dimness and a pleasant smile greeted him. That slim warm hand gently stroked along his side, non-threatening, making his 'skin' tingle. Garak's cooler presence moved in behind him, also non-threatening. He was bracketed, musky leather and smooth skin, all-male flesh. Odo swallowed.

"Doctor..."

"You can call me Julian, my friend. You have a lovely body. It's very like your human body."

"It *is* my human body. I've only made a few changes."

"Yes, I noticed. Nipples a bit larger, darker...very nice."

A cool hand slipped around him from behind to touch him there. "Are you...sensitive here, constable?"

Julian smiled before Odo could answer. "Let's not be formal, Elim."

"I'd rather not use his name in here, unless you don't mind?"

"It doesn't mean the same thing to me anymore. It's my name, a sound." Odo turned slightly to look over his shoulder, met gray-blue eyes with his own brighter ones. "I'm not 'nothing' any more."

"True." Elim took this opportunity to kiss his new bed-partner. Julian smiled and slipped closer as he did, rubbing his face against the smooth pale chest before him, so different from his own dark, olive-tinted skin.

Odo was on his back now as their kiss deepened, Garak's cool hands settling on his smooth, firm shoulders. He pressed closer still as Julian began to lick and gently suck Odo's chest and torso, working his way down, where he dipped his tongue into a well-simulated navel, traced the skin down to where a long, throbbing, hard and very human-looking cock trembled rigidly in the air. He wrapped his hand around it, smiled as Odo pulled free of Garak and gasped. Before Odo could lift his head to look down, Elim's mouth recaptured his and Julian slipped his warm wet mouth over his throbbing cock. He lost himself now to pleasure, feeling tingles of warmth and an oddly familiar floating feeling.

Oh, yes. The compound was taking effect, transporting him. He welcomed it, gave himself up to it, let it dictate his bodily movements and actions. He slid his hand down to find Bashir's soft hair and twined his fingers in it, slid his other one down Garak's body to find the thick, hard club of flesh that was pressing against his hip, wrapped his hand tightly around it, aware that only pressure there brought Cardassian's pleasure, shutting out the memories of how he'd learned this, shutting all out but who he was with and how close he felt to them both.

Pleasure found him and he bucked, his body shuddering in a non-simulated orgasm. Very different from when he'd been a human male, it still swallowed him in waves of ecstacy, over and over, more constant, but it didn't stop when he came as it did with human males. The feelings continued, but after cresting, slowly abated. He pulled free of Bashir's sucking mouth and pulled him up to kiss him now, still holding Garak's cock.

He noted that Julian's own slender prick was still hard, the tip wet with his arousal. "Would you...would you care to...to mount me?" His lips trembled as did his words, but Julian merely gave him a lovely smile.

"That sounds very nice. I'd love to."

Odo turned, but Bashir kept him from lying face down. "Just stay facing Garak. I can manage."

Slim, warm hands slipped around him from behind, that hard, wet, throbbing invader poked at his back, left a slight trail that tingled along his buttock before finding its way to that small opening he had back there, that small opening he formed exactly as it had been when he was human. It was sensitive there, just as it was elsewhere on his body. He relaxed and felt a rush of sensation as Julian's cock slid into him fully, that wetness making the created passage slippery, causing a delicious internal friction. Those warm arms tightened their hold, those hands held him close. Garak merely smiled at the look on his face, then moved close again and gently licked his thin lips. Odo groaned and Elim swallowed it up with another kiss, pushing his hardness into his strong fist.

Odo's fist contracted with every thrust from Bashir, completing the circuit of sparking pleasure. Julian's warmth was comforting, pressed fully against his back, a more insistent heated part throbbing inside him. Even so, he held himself in check, moving steadily, but not roughly. Soft hair was pressed against his upper back, smooth skin between his shoulder blades where he could feel the soft, damp press of lips, of teeth, which moved to gently nip at his shoulder blades.

Before him, cool musky leather, supple scales, and that eager, demanding mouth. It explored his own mouth with excruciating slowness, even as those large, skillful hands carressed every part of his torso, even as that large, swollen club of flesh quivered in his grip. Odo tightened his grip, pushed back against Bashir, impaling himself deeper and more fully, heard a groan, a gasp...

He felt the heated liquid pour into him, felt thin, oily fluid rush over his fingers, knew he had provided both gratification...had only just found some for himself. He groaned, even as Garak hissed with the last of his pulsing ejaculation. Bashir merely shuddered and carefully slid free. There was a lengthy silence. Then Elim stirred.

"You're still ready." He whispered. A cool hand brushed the swollen human cock before him. Odo shuddered. Garak pulled from him, turned around. "Take me. Take me now, like this."

"I..."

"Do it! Use my semen for lubrication."

Bashir smiled sleepily, rubbed his head against Odo's back. "Go ahead. I'll just hold you both. This feels so good."

Odo carefully spread the oily fluid on the opening before him. It was very different from a woman. Arissa had been warm and wet, snug, but not impenetrably so. This tight canal seemed to fight him, yet pull him in, slick with semen. That floating feeling returned and he rode with it, even as he felt his body penetrate the Cardassian fully, then begin to thrust, over and over, an endless sense of falling and pleasure.

As he moved, he felt the heated foreign fluid within, Bashir's sperm. Odo gathered it inside him, pushed it to a small pocket and readied it. He couldn't leave it inside himself.

As pleasure throbbed all around him from those warm hands that rubbed his belly and nipples from behind, and from the willing flesh he was thrusting into, Odo forced that fluid out...groaned as it spurted from his own cock and made the passage even slicker, making him glide, even as he kept coming, an internal sensation that made him feel as if an electric shock was running along his cock, and belly and back and head, over and over and over...

Over. It was over. After a moment, he slipped from Garak, still hard, but sated. He still felt a bit detached, but was glad for it. It didn't diminish the experience. He pressed a kiss against the scaly neck before him, then turned and accepted one from the sleepy Bashir.

"That was *very* nice, constable mine. Very, very nice." Julian murmured.

"I agree."

"Can we...stay? I don't know if I can get up right now."

"That would be all right."

"Good. Good night, constable mine."

"Good night, Julian."

"Sleep well, Julian."

"You, too, Elim"

"Sleep well, Odo."

"Sleep well...Elim...I...Julian, I...uh...thank you. Especially for the compound. I'm...glad you brought it."

"You're quite welcome. But I didn't bring it." Julian rested his head against Odo's warm shoulder. "That was a hypo of mild stimulant. I carry it for use in case of emergency."

"But..."

"Sleep well, constable mine." Julian drifted into a dreamless sleep, still holding Odo. Garak was already asleep.

Odo considered his situation, snugged between two sleeping lovers and thought over what Bashir had said. Maybe there was no compound, but he'd certainly been transported; he had found a measure of peace, a place of pleasure. Which meant there was more out there to be found. He would always owe that knowledge to these two.

A yawn crept up on him, caught him unprepared. He'd gotten used to it when human, now it was another thing he did without even thinking. It meant, he knew, that he was sleepy. Time to rest.

Odo closed his eyes. He felt cradled. He felt safe. Even if he reverted to his gelatinous state, as he knew he probably would, it would not matter to these two special friends with whom he'd shared so much. He would still be accepted. He would still be appreciated. He smiled.

With that idea in his mind, Odo slipped into a dreamless sleep.

the end