Master Stroke

by Cameron Burnell

Title: Master, Stroke Me Again (sequel to Master Stroke)
Author: Cameron Burnell (camster@rock.com)
Series: DS9 - slash, O/Wey
Rating: NC-17, graphic m/m sex, bdsm
Archiving/Linking: ASC/ASCEM, R'rain, the OdoGoddess
anyone else, ask me first
Summary:
Odo finally decides what he wants Weyoun to be.
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Paramount owns the characters, I just fool around with
them...or get them to fool around with each other.
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Master, Stroke Me Again
by Cam Burnell

"Are you sure?"

Weyoun nodded, beautiful eyes full of lust and desire.

Odo's fingers trembled as he carefully tied his prone vorta lover to the bedposts. He kissed Weyoun gently and pulled back to look at the trim, muscular body - the body that belonged to him.

The Vorta arched his back and shivered with eager pleasure. "Please, my love. I've dreamed of this since our first night."

"Because you want me to be your master?" Odo almost shuddered with revulsion.

"Because I want to be yours truly and entirely. Because I trust you and I want you to trust yourself. Because I'm yours now and I want to feel that. Because it brings me pleasure. And because you will always be my master ... the master of my heart. This only symbolizes that."

Odo shivered and fingered the leathery Vorta device, what Weyoun had called a l'tharra. It was like a cat o'nine tails except this one had twelve tails with tiny little beads studded along them. It wasn't very long, maybe two and a half feet, and the beads made a pleasant sound as he tested it against his other hand. That made Weyoun shake and cry out.

"Oh, my master... stroke me master, please!"

His first swipe with the beaded lash was gentle and landed on Weyoun's pale, trembling buttocks. "Again!"

The second swipe was harder, making Weyoun arch his back and gasp. He nodded. "Again, again! Harder!"

The third swipe was snake-quick and sharp, the beads making small bead-like marks along that pale, creamy skin. Odo felt his arousal begin to grow. "More, my master!"

The lash landed several times then, a pleasant sound and leaving rows of slight dots like a fine rash all along the Vorta's muscular back, a pattern that somehow was very enticing to the changeling.

Weyoun thrashed with pleasure. "Yes, master, yes! Stroke me again! Harder!"

Odo dropped the lash with a groan, his hands changing to matching lashes and he started flogging Weyoun's back and down his legs with his own substance, each stroke bringing them both intense pleasure. Each bead of his substance kissed the Vorta's smooth skin, every sharp sting bringing them both tingles of pleasure.

Soon his blows broke skin and Odo shuddered at the feel of his lovers blood. He was close to letting go.

He gasped as the Vorta suddenly began convulsing in orgasm. Odo cried out and let go also, swaddling Weyoun in his liquid state, intermingling with his lovers silvery cum, feeling all the small, raised blisters and score marks along that strong, firm back.

After their orgasm's were over, Odo gently kissed along each swollen blister, then as Weyoun began to relax, he untied him and turned him over. Then Odo kissed Weyoun's delicate mouth, letting his sperm filter through on his tongue and giving it back. The Vorta tasted blood as well and it made him tremble.

They nuzzled and fondled for a while then, holding each other closely. Weyoun sighed deeply as he wriggled, feeling the slightly raised and tender skin of his back rubbing against the bed. It was a pleasant pain.

"That was wonderful, my love."

"Mm, yes." Odo sighed, a little troubled.

"I knew you could do it."

"Only too well."

"That's the point, my precious Odo. I trust you and you need to learn to trust you, too."

Odo nodded. "How do you feel?"

"I feel wonderful."

"I broke skin."

"I knew you would. I also knew you wouldn't seriously hurt me. You *do* have control, my love."

Odo shuddered. "I didn't want to hurt you at all."

"And you didn't, not really."

Odo closed his eyes, then urged Weyoun to turn. The Vorta did, said nothing as he felt those gentle hands run along his back, then felt the warm, prickling sensation of a regenerator. Soon he was healed.

"There."

Weyoun turned back, found his lover staring at him with worried eyes. He stroked a hand along that firm jaw.

"I would gladly bear the mark of your displeasure where everyone could see it, my love. How could I not feel proud of the marks of our pleasure?"

Odo swallowed, but said nothing. He couldn't forget the feeling of his lovers flesh breaking beneath his own substance. As Weyoun fell into a contented sleep, Odo continued to worry about their relationship.

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The days went by, turned into weeks. Odo and Weyoun's relationship continued - privately.

If there was any gossip, it was the speculating sort. No one knew for sure, but Quark had a betting board going. The Vorta was thrilled and became happier and happier as the weeks went by, even as Odo was consumed with guilt and became more worried. He started seeing Weyoun less and less, although he couldn't break it off. The lure of what they did together always brought him back. It was no good, though. Despite Weyoun's promise, he felt as if he was using the Vorta. Things couldn't go on this way...

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"Fortunately they couldn't get into my stockroom."

Odo nodded at Garak's statement as he looked around the nearly empty tailors shop. "So they didn't steal all your materials, then. You're right, that is fortunte."

"Oh, I'm not speaking of my good fortune. It's just the thief would have been killed the instant he stepped through the door."

The constable turned and stared at the tailor. Garak smiled at him. "Just joking of course."

"Of course." Odo gave him a dour look.

"You know very well there is nothing lethal back there." The Cardassian gave him a meaningful look.

Odo suddenly remembered another time, some years back, when he had been in that stockroom, pressed against a bolt of fabric with his pants around his very human ankles while Garak licked his...

Odo cleared his throat. "Was anything damaged?"

"Just my faith in my security system." Garak sighed.

"And mine in my own." Odo admitted. "My security monitors didn't catch anything."

"Or anyone. They might have used a transporter."

"Our scans didn't pick up any energy readings."

"Well, I'm sure you'll find the criminal anyway, constable. You're quite thorough ... when you put your mind to it." Garak smiled at him and Odo recognized that smile. He was being teased.

He sighed a little and shook his head. Garak and he never quite got back to the stimulating warmth of their old relationship after that ... incident ... although they had managed to remain friends.

A sudden light shone in Odo's mind. He narrowed his gaze and turned to glare at the Cardassian.

"You did this yourself."

"What an interesting theory. And what makes you say that?"

"Elim..."

Garak smiled at him, a loving smile. "'Saakh'a."

His old nickname made Odo shake his head. He relaxed, knowing somehow that he was right. "What is it that you wanted to say to me that would make you go through all this subterfuge?"

"One might assume it would be of great importance."

"Is it?"

"Or perhaps one might assume it was the best way to speak with you privately these days."

Odo considered this. It was true that he had responded to the call about a security breach in Garak's shop. His deputy force was Bajoran. Most of them had little interest in Garak's livelihood. Not that they wouldn't investigate, but their general dislike of Cardassians would ensure a cursory investigation. Because of that, Odo automatically handled most crimes involving Garak. So it was a given that he'd be the one that answered his call.

"Come out with it, Elim." He stood back and regarded his once-lover evenly. He still didn't trust him. He never truly had, but they did have an understanding between them, and mutual respect.

"Do you love that Vorta, Lu'saakh'a?"

The changeling was surprised; Garak rarely was so blunt. He frowned.

"What does that have to do with--"

"I wouldn't want to see you hurt."

There. It was out. Blue eyes met blue eyes and their gaze held. This wasn't about Weyoun at all. It was about an old pact between them, a not quite closed chapter of their lives. It was about the love he still felt for this man, but which could no longer be expressed.

Odo sighed. "He cares for me, Elim."

"I can see. But is his feeling genuine or implanted?"

"Would it matter? His feelings can hardly change either way."

"A good point."

"Does it bother you?"

"Would it matter? Our feelings can hardly change, either."

"A good point." Odo sighed again. Then, to Garak and his own surprise, he stepped forward and took the tailor's hand. "There's too much between us for me to ever forget you."

Garak nodded, tightened his hand on Odo's briefly and whispered. "Then give him what we could not have."

The two stood back and stared at each other. Elim explained, "If there is someone on this station that doesn't already know about you, it is because he or she is dead. Your relationship is clear. And I can see how you feel. And I'm pleased for you. So will the others. Legitimize it, 'saakh'a. Legitimize your bond."

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Despite Garak's blessing, Odo decided to wait for the "right moment" to talk to Weyoun. Their anniversary, he decided. Their six-month anniversary would be a good time to make his intentions known. As soon as he got off work. During dinner in his cabin.

Intending to discuss matters with Weyoun, Odo stepped into his quarters to find the Vorta absent, not eating at the table as he'd expected. He frowned, headed for the bedroom and froze.

His unselfish lover was kneeling face down against the bed, head turned away, presenting him with his wonderfully smooth and luscious backside, pants around his knees. All for him...

Odo could feel himself throbbing with the impulse to change and let it happen. He *needed* to talk to Weyoun. The Vorta sighed and shifted, pressing himself against the bed and Odo decided the talk could wait.

Soon he was naked and hard, his humanoid cock bobbing before him as he stepped up, knelt behind the sighing Weyoun, and allowed himself to unceremoniously slide deep inside that small, inviting opening; an easy thing to do since the Vorta had prepared himself, just as he had suspected.

The images from their earlier "session" that day had been making his head swim the entire way to his cabin -- Weyoun spread open before him and sucking at his mouth, his tongue battling with his as he let his humanoid body do like they were doing now. Hard. Delicious. Hot. It was pure, sweet bliss.

He had intended on both of them doing their celebrating that night, after dinner, when he planned on giving him his anniversary gift. Now...

Odo pressed fully against his lover's warm back and hugged that smooth muscled chest from behind, giving in to the sensation of their strokes. Weyoun's pleased sounds as he allowed himself to be pushed against the bed filled Odo with joy and pleasure. The delicious heated feeling increased to a grateful wonder as his strong Vorta lover grasped his arms to hold him closer still.

Weyoun could sense his lovers keen pleasure, even as he rubbed his own stiff prick against the bed with each thrust. It felt marvelous. He dared to place one of his lovers warm hands on his aching pole and closed his eyes in ecstacy as it closed tight around it and stroked it hard. He pushed back against his lover, ran firm hands back to feel the taut thighs pressed against his, the trim buttocks he dreamed of at night and murmured ecstatically. "My founder..."

It was almost enough to make Weyoun cry. The sensations were more than just pleasure. He felt *wanted* and welcomed -- here if nowhere else. The founders had used him. He had worked for them out of duty. Now he would gladly let Odo do anything he wanted to him, but not out of duty - out of love.

Odo laid his head against his lover and closed his own eyes with happiness. "Weyoun..."

Spoken with so much tenderness. Weyoun treasured this. He'd never known tenderness or affection before. He had found to his surprise that it came naturally to Odo. Weyoun had heard the Vortas once had very close family relationships, but had never experienced it himself. He didn't know what family he might have had once. He only knew the Founders. And now his world revolved around this particular founder. He loved Odo.

Part of that was because some of his earliest encounters with the founders had been coersion and fear, an expected part of every race's life under Dominion occupation. When he'd been ordered to be an ambassador to the Alpha Quadrant, he'd expected to be subject to more of the same, but from enemies. Instead he had met Odo, met and fallen deeply in love.

However others viewed them if they ever chose to go public with their relationship, Weyoun knew for a certainty it was no mere physical union. They weren't just comfortable together like some of the couples he had witnessed on the station. Passions fire blazed between them here. There was comfort here, too. That much he had learned the first night they spent together. Odo was a considerate, solicitous, even playful lover.

Weyoun would have accepted him even if he'd been domineering and abusive, but Odo remained respectful of the unspoken boundaries Weyoun needed to maintain, as Weyoun was of his. He even kept them both from fully enjoying the more violent forms of loveplay - the ones Weyoun dreamed of him doing since the one time he'd agreed to try it. He was afraid, he'd told Weyoun, of letting go and hurting him. Weyoun had already known that, though. He *wanted* Odo to let go, *fully*. He wanted to belong to him fully. But he would take this if it was all he could get.

The Vorta pressed closer still now, thrilling at the sensation of being fucked, and smiled as his founder murmured contentedly again.

"You were right."

"I'm glad you're pleased, my founder." he whispered, bucking back, tightening his fingers around Odo's own, wrapped around his rigid cock, wanting them to come together. To his surprise, Odo suddenly clamped a hand on his wrist. It made him stop, worried he had somehow hurt him. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Odo pulled away from him nevertheless, leaving his cold and achingly hard prick stiff against his stomach. "I wanted to do this later, but I think I'd rather do it now. You're so eager and..." He ran his hands along Weyoun's spine. "I didn't really want to spoil the surprise, but I think I'd rather do it now instead of later."

Weyoun relaxed. His changeling lover sometimes changed their routine. He didn't mind, although his cock was disappointed right now; he'd do anything Odo wanted. Anything.

"I'm...very close, my founder."

Odo gently brushed his lips against Weyoun's cheek, making him moan as he lifted him by that same wrist he still held.

"I know, Weyoun."

Weyoun stood, trembling with cold and need, then gasped as Odo pulled him to the bedside table, stumbling a little on his trousers that were down around his knees. He gently pushed the Vorta onto the bed, on his back, and smiled as he withdrew a box from the table. Weyoun had never seen it before.

"What is it?"

"A gift. It's our anniversary."

"My founder--"

"Hush, Weyoun." Odo gently stroked back the hair on Weyoun's head, then set the box on the table and began to slowly take off the rest of the Vorta's clothes. Weyoun's trembling increased and he moaned, almost cumming all over his chest and stomach as Odo removed his boots and gently eased his pants down his legs, stroking along his smooth hips and thighs without touching his now rock-hard cock.

"Soon." Odo promised.

Without further words, he tied Weyoun's wrists to the bedposts with his clothes, and smiled as Weyoun watched, trying not to buck his hips. The slightest touch below his waist and he'd explode. Odo didn't touch him there. He reached once more into the table drawer and removed the black silk cloth they occasionally used as a blindfold. He carefully slipped it onto Weyoun, who was now panting with need.

"My founder..."

"Hush. Do you trust me, Weyoun?"

"With my life, my founder."

"Your life is mine?"

"Completely." the Vorta trembled with ectstacy, nearly coming again.

"Then I think we should do something to testify to that."

Weyoun gasped at the feeling of lean, warm hands against his thighs. Then he felt his lovers weight against him, trapping his swollen cock between them. He fought not to buck and waited with need and curiousity. He tossed his head back as a pair of fingers gently toyed with his nipples, making them spring into hard, aching nubs of flesh.

"My founder!"

"So you say. But how would anyone else know?" Odo asked. Before he could answer he added, "Are you sure you want this, Weyoun? I do. I've come to care for you and I know you care for me. But this could hurt, and I'll stop now if you want me to."

"No, my founder. Don't stop. I want whatever you have to give me. Please. I *always* will. Please!"

Odo moved back and Weyoun felt himself being lifted from beneath, the incredible strength of his changeling lover making him gasp. Before he could figure out what was happening, his thick, swollen cock suddenly began to be gently stroked and toyed with, then his nipples. A heated thickness spread between his cheeks and pushed its way within. He could do nothing but enjoy it, his hands tied to the bedposts, keeping him in place as he was thoroughly fucked. He even felt hands stroking his sensitive ears and tossed his head on the bed in ecstacy.

"Oh, my founder... my Odo..."

Suddenly a hot mouth took him in, tongue gently toying with the small but elegant stripes along his tapered cock and Weyoun cried out. A sharp spark of pleasure seemed to rocket from his groin. He could feel his cum start spurting deep into that sucking mouth, even as he gasped, then a hot spark of momentary pain stemmed from his right ear where Odo was rubbing it, just as another spurt of heated silvery cum burst from him. He didn't think he'd stop cumming, but soon he was just shuddering, feeling those warm hands stroking and soothing him.

"Easy. It's over." Odo kissed along his cheeks, his neck, as his hands untied him from the bedpost.

His right ear was smarting, but not badly. Weyoun blinked as the blindfold was removed and he could look up into the eyes of his changeling lover.

"*Now* you're mine. And everyone will know it," Odo promised, his hands still gently stroking along the vorta's cheeks, neck and shoulders. His voice grew even deeper and more suggestive as he gently kissed his neck. "And you can make all the innuendo you like."

Before Weyoun could answer his mouth was occupied by a long, heated kiss that tasted of his own cum and the warm, sweet mineral taste of his changeling lover. He lay his palm against that beloved chest as Odo pulled back.

"You didn't cum, my founder."

Odo's smile was sweet and amused. "I think that's the main reason I care for you, Weyoun. You're the most unselfish person I've met. You're concerned about me and my welfare."

"Of course. I love you."

Those blue eyes studied him. "Not - 'of course, you are a founder'?"

"You *are* a founder, but that isn't why I love you. I call you 'my founder' because I didn't wish to presume. Otherwise I would call you my love."

Odo kissed him again and Weyoun opened to it, tasting deeply, filled with happiness and feeling his cock begin to harden once more. Odo felt it, too, and pulled back.

"You can call me anything you like now." He gently stroked Weyoun's throbbing ear and a slight clinking sound made the Vorta reach up and touch it, too. An earring was attached to his ear, Bajoran style, with a clip to his upper ear and the stud piercing his lower lobe. He smiled, even as Odo grazed his ear gently with his lips. "This makes you mine. And everyone will know it." He pulled back. "Or if you ask me, I'll remove it. I have a regenerator in that drawer. I can repair the hole and we can go on as we have. No one the wiser."

Weyoun could barely speak or see, his eyes filled with happy tears.

"I love you, Odo." He pulled him down to him, kissing him deeply and rolling them both over so that he straddled his lover.

The changeling gave himself over to Weyoun's passion.

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The next mornings breakfast crowd was long gone when they managed to get up and out to the Promenade and their work. It was in Quark's, after shift, that people first noticed Odo sitting with Weyoun, as he usually did. Except this time they noticed the striking silvery Bajoran earring hanging from the Vorta's ear, a sparkling emerald and a drop of amber hanging suspended from his lobe.

They also noticed how Weyoun took Odo's hand from time to time. Most people smiled. A few looked troubled, but only one looked unhappy. Garak still came up, though, and offered his congratulations to the new couple. And he smiled when Odo led Weyoun out of the bar. Then he shook his head and went to the bar, and ordered a whole bottle of kanar.

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THE END
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