Odo stared at it blankly. "What is it?"

"That's for you to figure out, Odo. You're a detective, aren't you?" And with that and a big grin, Bashir walked out of his room.

Odo stared at the weird contraption and decided finally that if nothing else it would serve as a nice shapeshifting model.

He had officially completed five Bajoran years of service that day, as the station Chief of Security and Sisko had already embarrassed him by giving him with a gift, an inscribed clock, at the morning staff meeting. The rest of the staff had applauded, finishing his embarrassment. He was glad Worf was off on the Rotarran.

Over the day, Kira had given him a book of Bajoran prophecies, O'Brien had treated him to a drink at Quark's, and Jake had given him a very flattering published interview of him at lunch that he had written from exerpts of comments he had made over the years. He had dreaded what Dax might give him and he'd been right to dread. She had walked into Quark's as he drank the Irish ale O'Brien had bought for him and hugged him, *hard*, then she had started kissing him, full on the mouth for almost a minute, her tongue doing things he thought might be illegal inside him.

When she'd let him go the entire bar was shouting and laughing and clapping and she'd whispered in his ear that he had an evening's use of a holosuite, on her, with a program she had made especially for him. He'd tried to smile, found he already was, and gulped down the rest of his ale. He didn't plan on using that holosuite program for quite some time.

The only one on staff who didn't give him something had been Bashir and he'd been grateful. Then a few minutes after he stepped into his room for the evening, his door bell chimed. It was Bashir, who held a large rectangular box in his hand with a ribbon on it. Of course. A present.

Odo sighed and told him to please come in and Bashir just handed him the box. "Congratulations, constable."

Now Odo considered his strange gift.

It was part glass, part metal with some circuitry and a small diboridium battery. The metal made up the base and the glass part was like a pitcher, except it was attached to the base. Perhaps it was a fancy new sleeping container? Maybe it heated up? He had almost bought himself a heating container to sleep in once, since he enjoyed the warmth.

It had a small plastic lid and when he removed it to peer inside the pitcher, he noticed there were four metal blades at the bottom, fanned out like a flower. So it wasn't a sleeping container. He frowned, then pressed the first button on the device to see what happened. The blades began to turn very slowly and he frowned. He pressed the second button and the blades began to turn a bit faster. The third button made them turn very quickly. The fourth button made them spin so fast he couldn't make them out. There were two more buttons and a red 'off' switch. He turned it off and set it down on his table, frowning.

Why would Bashir have given him this? It was the strangest thing he'd seen. If not for the blades, maybe it would have been useful to sleep in.

Odo decided he might try melting into it and seeing how the blades felt. If nothing else, he could use it as a shapeshifting device, he decided. It would be a good practice model.

He *was* a little tired. If it didn't feel too bad, he'd sleep in it. He let his shape go and poured into the pitcher, two tendrils of him pulling the lid and trying to fit it on top after him, but he'd misjudged the angle and the lid fell down, hitting the second button on the control panel.

In a panic, before he could do anything, Odo felt the blades start moving through him. Oh, no!

Before he could shoot himself out, though, little explosions of pleasure began shooting through him as he felt his gelatinous self being gently folded and shifted and churned. Great Prophets! He had never felt anything this good.

He let himself go more liquid and the feelings got even more dazzling, those explosions of pleasure getting stronger and stronger as he churned and churned until to his big surprise, a huge, mind-blowing orgasm ripped through him.

He slowly came to his senses to find he was still being sifted and churned and his body was again building to orgasm again. This was marvelous!

Odo forced a string of himself up and out to the control bar and he pressed the third button, barely regathering himself as this level *really* started giving him some mind-blowing pleasure. Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! KA-pow! He stopped counting after five orgasms and just let the pleasure slash through him like mini-lightning bolts. He had NEVER felt anything so good. He could die now, right now, the happiest fucking changeling in the Alpha Quadrant.

He snaked another rope of himself out and skipped past setting four and pressed six...

Bashir was laying in bed, enjoying his latest padd full of Naughty Deltan Bedtime Tales. He had one hand holding the padd, the other was rubbing his fully swollen prick through the soft silk of his pajama bottoms, all he wore. He had a huge wet spot on them where his pre-cum was leaking from his cockhead and he couldn't wait to shoot his load all over that silk, then pull off his pants, wipe himself and throw them in the direction of the replicator before going to sleep. But that wouldn't be for a long time yet. He took a lot of time to enjoy his masturbation sessions. He scrolled to the next page and kept rubbing his palm over and over that silky wet spot.

Seltie had just impaled Sukie on his huge throbbing cock and had been impaled in turn by Sakar, a mute Vulcan eunuch the Deltans felt sorry for and taken in to their household as a tutor for their lusty little boy Salkie, when a strange noise made Bashir put his padd down and look to his ventilation grill, just in time to see the heart-stopping sight of an explosion of golden liquid come pouring out and right at him.

He didn't have time to scream, or call for security or even wonder why changelings would want to kill him when the golden liquid landed on him and covered his mouth, feeling strangely like lips. His mouth, open to scream, found itself full of ... tongue? It slithered with his even as he felt his pajama bottoms being torn off him and a hot, silky mouth took in his cock and began sucking him hard, over and over.

A rough tongue seemed to be licking his whole torso, his ribs, into his belly button and rubbing his nipples, mouths sucked at his neck and ears and then that golden liquid went behind him and rubbed his back and thighs and poured into his tight, puckered opening, tickling the hairs he had there and expanded, feeling just like a huge cock that started thrusting, the cockhead pressing against his tingling prostate and making him start thrusting hard, too.

He didn't know how he was breathing, but somehow he was, even though he could feel small tendrils at his nostrils, teasing the little hairs there, too. He stopped thinking, just thrusting up and into that hungry mouth that kept sucking and sucking him, delicious and hot, an incredible tongue twisting all along the length of his cock and *another* tongue twirling under his foreskin over and over even as he kept thrusting, a mindless fucking machine now, as he fucked and was fucked in turn.

Way too soon, Julian felt his come blasting out of his hugely swollen cock. Seconds later he felt fiery liquid shooting deep into his bowels, his crazy erotic changeling lover taking all his cum and giving it right back to him.

Even as Julian's heart, hammering like a piston, started to slow, that cock seemed to turn larger, then to his incredible pleasure he could feel it change into a fist, and he thought he might swallow his own tongue as that fist began twisting right over his prostate, the knuckles pressing it over and over and over and his defenseless tingling cock started blasting spurt after spurt of come into that hot sucking mouth.

It was how he lost consciousness.

The next morning Bashir groaned himself awake, his dick hard with need...to pee his brains out. He felt itchy. He started to scratch his chest but found something flaky. He looked down at himself and found he was naked on top of his sheets, his pajama bottoms neatly piled in the replicator and dry itchy sperm on his chest. Sperm? He yawned and looked at it again. Definitely sperm and it looked like some writing.

He went to the bathroom to stare at it in the mirror. It spelled out "thank you for your gift". It took him a few sleepy minutes to realize it must be spelled backward on his chest for him to be able to read it in the mirror.

He'd taken a piss and a shower and shaved and wondered why on earth Odo would have taken his gift of a blender for some kind of sex toy. He had gotten it for Odo to make frothy drinks with bubbles. He knew how much Odo liked them... By Allah!! That was it! Odo didn't check the archives to see what the device was, like he'd thought he would. He had liquefied and tested it on *himself*! And obviously he'd enjoyed himself. So much that he'd ripped through the station's ventilation to his quarters and...and...

Bashir trembled. He'd given him the best fucking sex of his entire life, that's what. Oh, no! What would he do? Odo had thought the blender was a sexual come on! What was he going to do? He frowned and suddenly realized he was rubbing his rock hard dick through his pants and pulled his hands away. What the hell was wrong with him? Was he actually excited by getting raped last night?

Or was it rape? He had certainly enjoyed himself. And his partner had enjoyed himself enough to leave him a thank you note. Bashir blushed. How would he face Odo at the morning staff meeting?

Later that morning, Bashir stepped into the meeting room a few minutes early, looking nervously around. Only Dax, Kira and O'Brien met his gaze and smiled and said good morning. He nodded at them and went to get a cup of coffee at the replicator, a frown on his face, breathing relief. Maybe Odo wouldn't even come. Maybe he regretted last night.

"Good morning, Doctor."

Odo's deep, gravelly voice made Bashir spill his coffee.

"Oh! Uh..." the flustered Julian picked up the cup and put it back in the replicator. He turned to face the pleasant expression on Odo's face. He felt himself start getting very hot and very red. Worse, his groin began heating up, too.

"Are you alright, Doctor? You seem edgy."

"No! No. Just... didn't sleep very well. That's uh, all." Bashir stammered his way to the table and sat, hoping no one had seen his growing hard-on.

To his dismay, Odo sat right next to him, but he only nodded at everyone else and gave them his greetings. Everyone bid him a good morning and Bashir was able to relax.

Then Odo said, "That's funny you mention not sleeping well. When I came by your quarters to thank you for your gift last night, you seemed quite...tired."

Bashir's face grew scarlet, and the rest looked at him with interest.

"I wondered what you'd get him Julian." Dax said.

"What was it, doctor?" Kira asked.

"Do you feel too warm, Julian? Yer sweating." O'Brien noted.

"Er...well...no...well...not...no...I'm fine...well..."

"The doctor got me a very attractive new sleeping container, made of glass." Odo announced, obviously pleased, making everyone's attention turn to him to Bashir's intense relief.

Odo continued, "And I found it *extremely* comfortable. Thank you again, doctor."

Bashir found himself looking into two very blue eyes, twinkling with wicked amusement and he gulped. "Oh, well, thank *you*, constable." he managed to say.

Those blue eyes grew even more amused. "Oh? What for?"

What for? What for? Bashir's brain tried to concentrate and he opened his mouth, unsure what was going to come out.

"Uh...for your...very....uh...enthusiastic thank you...last night."

"Don't mention it."

And with that, Odo folded his arms and looked to Sisko who was just stepping in.

"Good morning everyone."

"Good morning, captain." they all said, Bashir mumbling his greeting, still feeling completely confused and dazed.

Bashir gratefully focused his attention on what the Captain said, something about shipment of Tirellian rubies they were going to be guarding until the Rotarran got back so they could escort the Tirellians through the war zone.

The meeting went on like this and Julian relaxed. Maybe he could talk with Odo after. He was about to ask the captain if they were going to provide any medical supplies to the Tirellians, who he knew were suffering an outbreak of Rigellian measles when he felt his pants being unzipped.

"Yes, doctor, did you want to ask something?" Sisko had noticed his open mouth.

Bashir worked his mouth, feeling with horror that his cock was starting to grow...right into a very warm, sucking mouth. He glanced briefly at Odo who merely sat, arms still crossed, a very interested expression on his face. Julian swallowed.

"Uh, nothing really, just," he shifted, then winced as another mouth gently lifted his balls and began to suck on them, too. "I--" he stopped, cleared his throat. "I just wondered if...if...if we were going to be giving any medical, uh, supplies to them? They, uh, uh, uh, have Rigellian measles, uh, I mean, uh, the measles are on Tirellia, uh, an outbreak, and uh, we'd hate for them to spread it around."

Sisko only nodded. "Good idea, doctor."

O'Brien frowned and began to get up. "Excuse me, sir, I'm going to check temperature controls. Julian is sweating again."

All eyes turned to him and he felt himself get red. "No! I'm fine. Really."

_I'm delirious. I wish I could thrust into that hot mouth and fuck Odo silly._

"Well, if ye say so."

"You *do* look a tad warm, Julian." Dax pointed out.

"I don't know. I feel a little hot myself." Kira said, pulling at her uniform collar and adding, "but then this was made with that new wool blend Garak got. It's got something called cashmere inside. It's soft, but really, really warm."

"Ooh, cashmere." Dax cooed.

"All right, people, back to the business at hand."

"Good idea." Odo muttered.

Bashir suddenly felt that mouth pull back until only the tip of his penis was in it, that tongue sliding under his foreskin to twirl around it and a hand gripped his aching dick and started stroking it...*hard*.

"All right, then let's finish these details shall we?" Sisko sat forward and got down to brass tacks.

Julian didn't know how he got through the meeting, but just when he was about to come, a strange clattering sound came from one of the vents and the entire staff looked away. Bashir shut his eyes and grit his teeth and forcefully exploded hot blasts of cum deep into that sucking mouth, the other mouth gently squeezing his balls. Even as he tried to catch his breath, the mouths let him go, that hand stuck his dick back into his underpants and zipped up his pants. Odo made his way to the conduit and stretched to look into it. He frowned.

"Chief, I think we need to increase the vole sweeps."

"Good idea."

The rest all relaxed and Sisko shook his head. "All right then. If that's all..."

"Nothing from me."

"Or me."

"No." Bashir managed to mumble.

"I'll add more vole sweeps to the maintenance schedule." O'Brien sighed.

Odo merely shook his head and Sisko smiled. "Then you are all dismissed."

They all began filing out, except Odo, who stayed by the conduit, and Bashir, who sat still trying to catch his breath, watching Odo with wide blinking eyes.

Odo fished into the vent and pulled some sort of timing device out, then turned to the replicator. "One coffee, hot, no sugar."

Bashir frowned. "I thought you didn't drink coffee, Odo."

"It's for you, Julian," the changeling drawled, getting the cup and bringing it to him.

Bashir's frown grew deeper. "But...I don't drink my coffee black."

"I know." Odo smiled wickedly and handed him the cup, cupping his hand in front of Julian's face. A palmful of creamy liquid suddenly appeared. "Have some cream."

He tipped the sperm into the cup and stirred it with a finger. "I find this sort of cream very...*savory*."

His smile grew dark and hungry and Bashir gulped, even as he felt his cock start throbbing again. Then Odo leaned over and just before Julian thought he would get soundly kissed, those lips brushed along his cheek to his ear where a dark, hungry voice growled, "Thank you for your gift, Doctor. I'll be sure to use it."

Then he straightened and headed for the door. Before he walked out, Bashir called out, "Odo!"

The changeling stopped and looked at him.

Julian smiled an evil smile in turn. He lifted the cup to his lips and drank. "I just wanted to thank you for the coffee. It *is* very savoury. And...I hope you might 'cum' by my room tonight so I can thank you *properly* for...introducing me to it."

Odo lifted a brow. "Oh, I think I can fit you in my...schedule. I'll bring your gift so we can both enjoy the evening."

And he walked out of the room, leaving Bashir with a cup full of spermy coffee...and a throbbing hard-on he had for almost an hour.

- the end -