#dukat x reader

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The turbolift groaned to a halt at the Promenade’s lower level, and you stepped on, eager to head home after a long shift. As you turned back around, your eyes locked on the now-familiar figure of Dukat striding on to join you before the lift departed.

“Lieutenant,” Dukat greeted, smirking as he turned to stand beside you. 

“Gul Dukat,” you replied as the lift lurched, moving down toward the habitat ring. “It’s good to see you again.” You peeked at him out of the corner of your eye.

“We seem to be running into each other quite a bit,” he teased.

You took a deep breath, trying to remind yourself to be bold and take what you want. “I must say, I’ve been looking forward to our run-ins,” you said, your words coming out in a murmur. In your periphery, you spotted Dukat’s eyebrow ridge raised in surprise. 

The lift shuddered to a stop at your level of the habitat ring before Dukat could formulate a response.

You stepped off, but turned back to face the imposing Cardassian. “I’d love to see more of you,” you admitted, your limbs tingling as your heart raced inside your chest. You took a step backward, away from the lift as Dukat grinned.

“H5-A, chamber 1504.”

You watched as the turbolift proceeded downward again, Dukat shooting you a smug smile just before the lift carried him out of sight.

***

And that was how you’d wound up in your current position - your face buried in the pillows and your ass in the air as Dukat fucked you ravenously, your paired grunts and moans filling the air around you. 

Dukat had shown up late enough that you’d begun wondering if he was actually going to show up, and you’d practically worried a path in your carpet with your pacing. But your anxiety and doubt had been forgotten the moment he entered your quarters and pinned you to the wall like he couldn’t wait another second to feel you against him. 

A particularly harsh thrust pulled a cry from you, his fingers digging into your hips with bruising force. Sweat beaded along your hairline. Your fingers twisted in the sheets of your bed to keep you stable as Dukat bore down over you, groaning his pleasure.

“I can’t imagine… leaving this cunt… empty,” he growled between thrusts. “You’re just begging to be filled.” He planted a hand beside you, leaning forward to drag his lips along your spine. Your back arched at his touch, his Cho’Ch hitting right where you needed it the most. Tears sprang to your eyes at the wave of pleasure threatening to engulf you. 

“Ah, you like that, don’t you, my dear?” he taunted. “The thought of letting me fuck you full of my seed, belonging to me?” You clenched around his length at his teasing, the idea sounding very appealing in your current state. Your satisfied whine was muffled by the pillows. 

Suddenly, Dukat’s arm looped around your midsection, hauling you up against his chest. He buried his face in your neck, one of his hands grasping at your hip like a lifeline while the other came to rest, almost tenderly, on your belly.

“What I wouldn’t give to see a pretty Human like you round with my child,” he muttered, as if to himself. His lips traced the curve of your neck as his hand moved down from your hip, circling your clit with practiced precision. The scales on his chest pressed into your back as he fucked you, his Cho’Ch throbbing against the roiling heat at your core. It pushed you higher, your head tipped back against his shoulder in your ecstasy. Moans poured forth from both of you as you climbed, your climax just out of reach. You could feel Dukat’s desperation in the stuttering of his hips. 

It’s the recent year, 2025, you’ve just had quiet a hectic first week and bit of the new year. Luckily your safe space is always open for you to dive into when you needed to relax. It’s a large wood right outside behind your house, and when the clock struck home time you immediately made your way into the tranquil nature. Stepping under the canopy and into the stillness was always a soothing balm to the soul, it was even better that most of the trees were evergreen trees so even in the winter it didn’t look dead and miserable. Walking deeper into the wood to find a place to just sit, relax and read in your own little world, until hearing sound that didn’t sound natural. A zap, a spark of some kind. Little did you know there were aliens just a few feet away, invisible from the human eye by their advanced technology. They’ve been surveying the planet since the 1950’s, unbeknownst to everyone else or the fact that Velcro was actually their creation, but I digress. Unfortunately for them, they have to do maintenance once in a while, and a there’s a small chance an unknowing human might stumble upon them. As you walk closer to the sound, your image is hidden behind the trees as you stalked closer. The deflected image that hides the alien flickers. Your heart nearly stops when you see a glimpse of an unnaturally pointed ear. ‘Your brain is fucking with you, your brain is fucking with you calm down’ You repeat the mantra in your mind as you squeeze your eyes shut for a second. You swear it’s the stress getting to you, so you lean your hand and yourself on a tree. A fizz like a lightning bolt travels through your bloodstream when you make contact. The tree you touched, was not a tree at all, but one of the disguised deflector amplifiers that was, at that moment, being repaired and a quote on quote ‘live wire’. However, you didn’t know that. What you were feeling was your body being transported to another timeline. Literally. Your soul stretched across the cosmos at superlight speeds. A tunnel of light going past your eyes, you feel slower, and lightheaded as you forget to breathe during the experience.

Whiplash hits you like a mother fucker when you got magically slingshot into the future. You take in a big gasp of air as you’re on solid ground. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. Your eyes shut as you’re sat with your back against cool metal. Back down to Earth… Barely. You’re disorientated like you just got hit by a freight train, low iron dizziness has nothing on this. You slowly rub your hands over your face, the cold metal on your back easing the lava hot nerves and calming your body. Wait- down to Earth- This isn’t Earth! Your eyes shoot open, your breath catching in your chest again in panic. Looking around, it seems like you’re in a metal… box? There’s screens and panels on the walls, and consoles with chairs. Writing with the word ‘Starfleet’ is mentioned a few times on the screen and painted in a sleek fine print red on the wall. ‘Am I in a fucking spaceship or an amusement park…’ You think to yourself as you stand up slowly. Holding your forehead as your head spins and throbs in a dull pain. But you stabilise and walk to the right of you, seeing what looks like a cockpit. Clunky chairs, flat screens like a big ipad that got turned into a table. There’s no one there, the only sound a soft whirring hum of machinery. Like white noise, but nothing is very calming at this moment. Your hand rests on one of the bulky chairs, there’s no roller-coaster straps and restraints so maybe not an amusement park… maybe an exhibit? Still doesn’t answer half the billion questions running through your mind on how you got here. You look up from the consoles, windows, but shutters over them. “There should be a button to open them and see where the hell am I…?” You breathe softly to yourself trying not to let yourself panic. It’s some sick prank, you’re sure of it. You look down the light filled console, uh… this one that says open shutters maybe? You press the button. Clank, clank, clank, they fold up, you’re now faced with black, white dotted vast endlessness void of space. Placing your hand to the glass, it’s freezing cold, you pull away. Okay. Now time to panic. Hurtling yourself backwards, nearly stumbling and falling, your breathing ad heart rate spikes, it feels like everything is spinning. Crouching down to the floor, your head in your hands, trying to make sense of this. “It’s just a dream… please be just a dream…” You mutter to yourself. This doesn’t feel real, it can’t be. The actual reality and physics of this situation hasn’t hit you yet, but the gnawing gut feeling of worry and panic is taking over a large part of your senses till you physically can’t think. It’s absolutely terrifying

You don’t know how much time has passed, you’re one wave short of a shipwreck in terms of mental breakdown. But a loud blare like beep and a flashing red light from one of the consoles. You get up, not bothering to wipe the few tears that you didn’t even notice fell down your face. One step at a time. That’s all your mind can muster. A stagger to the cockpit chair, you look out the window, it’s still spacey. The shipped must have been moving this whole time because the starts have changed, not that you counted every star, but it seems… different. Your attention back to the flickering light and beeping noise. ‘Hail on visual’ The panel says with a few slightly confusing buttons to press. The green one should automatically mean ‘accept’ right…? ‘Maybe someone can help me!’ You think to yourself in a small triumph. You press the button, and there to greet you on a screen on the wall… A scally lizard alien. You stumble back into the chair in shock. The man, well you assume (sorry woke people). His skin a scratchy grey, his whole neckline exposed showing the scaled skin and ridges protruding. It’s almost artistic. There are scaley bumps on his face too, not in a sickly way; more in a way that smooth pebbles are inspiringly placed in a zen garden. It sits around his eyes and over where his eyebrows would be if he was human. More pebble like ridges form up his forehead to his hairline which is then met with his sleek back black hair. In the middle of his forehead a protruding spoon shape. “Starfleet shuttle pod, this is Gul Dukat. Identify yourself, and you better give a good explanation as to why, you are in Cardassian space.” The alien spoke in a serious and slightly irritated tone. You’re completely at a loss for words, your mouth moves but nothing comes out, you’re shit scared. This has to be a joke, but those scales seem a bit too real. The man waits for a reply, the grey-blue eyes piercing through the screen, his hands are clasped in his lap. His eye twitches. “Well? Are you going to answer? Or do we have to drive you out by force?” He says threateningly, now leaning forward in his chair.  That makes your vocal cords snap out a sound. “I don’t know how-!” You manage to say, having no idea what kind of ‘force’ he means, for all you know he could incinerate you in a blink of an eye. “You don’t know how?” He laughs mockingly “Oh the federation is really pulling out all the stops with you hm? Are you telling me you got on a Starfleet ship, and just ‘found’ yourself in our space. Please, you can do much better than that.” He gives a playful scoff which still has a harsh tinge of a domineering tone. He leans back in his chair now having a bit of fun with you and your reactions. “I’m serious- I don’t know how I got here- how I got on this… thing! Or whatever the hell you are- some kind of dinosaur.” You say, trying to convince him and going off on a tiny tangent about him and the situation. His Cardassian pride flares protectively. “Ha! We are not anyway remotely related to your Prehistoric Earth creatures…” He laughs, though a semi disdainful emphasis on the words ‘Earth’ and ‘creatures. “And what do you mean you don’t know what a Cardassian is? Have you been living under a rock? Or are your lies just so terrible?” He grins cynically with another jab and mock laughter, he’s thoroughly enjoying this interaction. “I’m serious!” You plead, your brain crashing out under the stress and pressure of this confusing ordeal.

There’s a pause. Dukat straightens up a bit at the emotional response, his demeanour softening a bit. “I don’t… I don’t know where I am… I don’t know how I got here… I don’t even- what god damn year is it?” Unwillingly a tear falls, your body is all worked up and pent up and needed a release of some kind and you can’t stop it. Luckily your breath isn’t hitching or cracking, and your eyes aren’t a puffy red. “You seriously don’t know you’re in the twenty-fourth century…?” His voice softens sincerely, so do his eyes, the slit pupils dilating slightly to a rounder shape. “No wonder you are dressed like that.” He adds as his eyes scan you from his screen. Though, your head is trying to wrap around the words ‘twenty-fourth century’ for the three hundredth and sixty-fifth time your brain short circuits, it’s lucky you’re in a chair already. Otherwise, you would have passed out on the floor from shock. But you’re still hanging on to consciousness. “I’m in the future…” You say softly to yourself. “I’ll tell you what…” Dukat speaks, taking you out of your disassociated state. You didn’t notice he was yapping the whole time about how different you look compared to current humans and all that. “Not that I fully trust you, but you make a convincing case. How about you come aboard my ship, and we can solve this dilemma of yours, or at least ease it. And I don’t see anyone around coming to your aid… space is pretty vast…” He says with a sly smirk and a smooth voice. It’s quite addictive. You won’t lie to yourself; you don’t fully trust him either… but you see no other alternative. “I… okay.” You swallow, your emotions still taking a toll on you. His grin widens and his eyes glint. His hands clap and clasp together. “Perfect, lower your shields, I will beam you over.” He says with a cocky triumph. “Uhm… how do I do that…?” You ask. Dukat sighs “Oh yes, right, how could I forget.” He gently pinched the bridge of his nose to concentrate on how to give out instructions. “On one of the consoles there is probably a button that says, ‘defensive mechanisms’ or something along those lines.” He says, a bit like an impatient child not wanting to do menial tasks. That’s probably why he was so excited to have you come aboard, everyday work gets tedious and tiresome. You are a new adventure. “Okay I pressed it…” You say, “Very good, now there should be a shield status button as well.” He says with a sweet tint. You successfully lower the shields with little instruction. “Excellent, now I will beam you over.” “Beam-? What do you mean-…” 

You get transported over to his ship. Your eyes squeeze shut and hold onto the closest thing near you to bite down the nausea, getting your atoms rearranged is not a very pleasant feeling. After a few moments your stomach calmed down you gave an exhale. You don’t even know what you held onto. You open your eyes, look at your hand, seeing it wrapped around a black sleek padded armour arm, trailing up and up. You’re face to face with the alien that called himself; ‘Gul Dukat’. He’s much, much taller than on the viewscreen. Not a normal above average human height. This was intimidating, no quiet terrifying, you had to crane your neck to look up at him. He smiles down with a wicked smile showing sharp canines, you realise you’re still holding onto him, and you let go. He’s eating up that slight fumble, but he doesn’t say anything about it. “Now… before I help you… I need to verify your story. Come with me…” He gently leads you down a corridor of his ship, everything is slick and simplistic. The lights are slightly dimmer, and the temperature is warmer than the other small shuttle craft you were on. “What’s your name?” He asks as he leads you, his hand by your lower back, he’s not touching you, but you can still fell his presence. You tell him your name and shoots a small smile. “Hm. Quite an old human name.” He says, he silently motions for one of his crew members to make note of the name and run it through a database. You swallow trying to not make this awkward, but it’s hard when you’re talking to a damn alien. “So… Gul Dukat? Is Gul your first name or?” You ask, and he gives a soft laugh. “Oh, no, no, no, ‘Gul’ is my rank. See I’m in the Cardassian Military. ‘Dukat’ is my last name, you may call me that.” He says. “Ah… okay, Cardassian, that’s your species?” You follow up and Dukat nods. You try not to snort every time he says Cardassian because the first thing your mind goes to is the ‘Kardashians’. None of this feels real, one moment you feel on the edge of an existential crisis, the next you dissociate and everything feels light and dreamy. Right now you feel a bit more grounded, but the seriousness of the situation hasn’t resurfaced yet. (You’re a bit too busy looking at the alien next to you and the other aliens like him walking past in the corridors.)

He stops you by a door, it hisses open, sliding into the wall of the doorframe. “This is the infirmary, we’ll just run a few simple tests to verify your theory…” He steps to the side and gestures for you to go in with that same smirk on his face. You step over the threshold, the Cardassian doctor looks at you confused, but then sees Dukat and straightens up. “Get the quantum scanner out doctor and check her for any temporal anomalies.” Dukat says, the doctor doesn’t question it and follows his order, going to another room to retrieve the items. You go up to one of the bio beds and Dukat gestures for you to sit, and you have to jump to get on the bed. “Are all of you ginormous?” You puff out as you get on the bed, obviously accommodated for their anatomy. Dukat gives a hearty laugh, his head tilting back, a subtle innuendo in his next words. “I suppose compared to you Humans; we are quite large. But you make up your height with your big personalities.” He tilts his head to the side as he speaks, his hands intertwined together in front of him. The doctor comes back, you look at the instruments he has put on the tray, it all looks like sci-fi doohickies to you, but you digress. “Don’t worry these will not hurt.” Dukat assures you patting your shoulder with his large hand. You look down to his hand and notice he has black talons for nails. He’s resembling a lizard more and more with every attribute. The doctor begins scanning you and you sit still, trying not to think about your predicament too much otherwise your brain might explode. Meanwhile, Dukat is standing slightly away, just a bit out of hearing range. One of his crew come up to him, whispering in his ear so not to be heard by others. “They could be a spy, we need to throw them in the brig and force the truth out of them.” The Cardassian says. Dukat gives him a stern glare, his head whipping to look the crew member in the eye. “I will not have them be tortured. I command this ship. I will treat guests how I see fit. Besides, if they were a spy they would not make ‘time travel’ their persona. It’s a weak argument.” Dukat looks back to you, watching as the doctor takes tests and scans you, having to bring some science officers in to look at the readings. “And if the Obsidian Order find out about your ‘guest’ sir?” The man speaks again, and Dukat gives out a slightly irritated grovel. “They won’t be able to do anything, if their case is real, this human knows nothing of Starfleet or the Federation. They are but a piece of clay to be moulded. If they are a spy then the Obsidian Order can do as they wish.” Dukat cocks his head up, crossing his arms, with slight arrogance. Silently hinting for his subordinate to leave, and he does. Looking back to you, Dukat whispers to no one but himself. “And they intrigue me… I’d like to keep them for a bit…” A smile creeps on his face, finding himself amusing. 

An hour or so goes by, the doctor calls Dukat over to his medical screen, pointing to one of the diagrams that was formulated by inserting your DNA. “So? What does it mean? I’m not the scientist here.” Dukat peers over the screen. “This is a Human sample that we have from today, and this is that Humans’ sample. This shift clearly indicates they are supposedly 300 years behind.” (Guys I’m making shit up bear with me). “300 years… so they definitely have no clue about any galactical politics or anything… never seen an ‘alien’ before. Hm. Good job doctor.” Dukat says with a pleased nod. “And I took the liberty of updating their body with the vaccines they have to catch up on. Though they will have to see me through the week for more.” The doctor says. “Ah, very good, this is why you are the ships best doctor, doctor.” Dukat gives him a pat on the back. Dukat turns to walk back to where you are on the bio bed, very chuffed with this new thrilling experience that he can mould a human to his liking and hopefully gain someone meaningful out of it. He deserves a friend, he tells himself. Though he turns his head, “And Doctor, tell Temporal Affairs nothing.” He warns, quickly walking back to you where you sit, unbeknownst to their conversation. You were also in your own little world, everything was happening so fast, but to you it seemed everything was slow, but nothing was adjusting just right. “Ah, there we are…” Dukat speaks, you look up at him. It’s still very strange to be faced to face with an alien, it gives a little jump to your nerves whenever you see someone not human walking by. “Lucky for you, you aren’t a spy. Just, unfortunately miss placed in time.” He says with grin, holding his hand out to help you down the tall bio bed. You place your hand in his, his hand is cool to the touch, scaly and hard, but with a certain squishy quality to it, it’s not rock solid. Dukat supresses a small shiver as your warm-blooded skin with his cooler skin. It’s very pleasant. (HEAT SEEKING WHORE). “I’ll escort you to your quarters and get you into more… modern clothes.” He chuckles at his own joke, and you give a weak smile and a nod, your body drained from the experience.

Later, you made it to your assigned quarters, courtesy of your new alien friend that saved you. He’s been quite kind, he has a very commanding presence, and there’s a narcissist hid in there, but everything has gone smoothly all things considered. He’s being gentle with you. Back to your room, it’s simple and minimalist, a bit harsh but you can’t complain, even if the bed is as stiff and hard as a brick. The clothes you were given are quite comfortable, and ashy cream colour, cotton pyjamas as you request to take a nap. Dukat left your quarters after checking everything was okay and yapped the whole time to you, well mainly to himself, while you were getting dressed in the bathroom. You didn’t really mind, he has a nice voice, and it was better than hearing your own dreadful thoughts. You flopped onto the bed, bad idea, but with a pained groan your shimmed on the bed to lay down. The room is dark, your quarters don’t have windows, thank God because if you registered you were in out of space again, your body might just reject itself. Though your body and brain are bit too tired, so you quickly doze and fall asleep, not thinking of anything. An hour, two, three. You jolt awake with a gasp. ‘A stupid time travel dream…’ You think to yourself as you wipe your ears, though when you look around the room you blood turns cold and your heart stops. It was real. You’re not home on Earth, you’re not even on a planet, you’ve technically outlived all friends and family, the rest of your life that you were supposed to live is gone, wasted, you never go to experience it. And now you’re horribly alone, it’s almost like a suffocating coldness. Being alone in a house is tolerable, being alone in a country is daunting, being alone on a planet is worse, but being alone in an entire galaxy is utterly impossible to endure. You try focus on your breathing, but the hard bed underneath you and weirdly triangular shaped pillows remind your senses that you’re not home anymore.

There was only one person to go to for at least some kind of comfort. Gul Dukat. The only person that you’ve actually come in contact within this time, he took you on his ship, gave you hospitality, clothes and food. He seems kind enough. You make your way out the quarters, not really knowing where his are, but if you’re staying in this time, then you have a lot of time on your hands to find it. You trail through the endless maze of corridors, then your arm gets a harsh tug, someone’s talons nearly impaling into the flesh of your skin. “Hey-“You protest. “What are you doing out of your quarters? You’re not a crew member abroad this ship. You’re a guest. Gul Dukat will be hearing about this disrespect.” A Cardassian basically drags you to Dukat’s quarters. At least you’re getting where you wanted. But this man handling is not it. Arriving by his door, the man that dragged you presses the chime. A few moments, the door hisses open, revealing Dukat, in a silk black robe and shorts that stop above his knee in the same fabric. His torso exposed; he has a smaller spoon shape in the middle of his chest. “Yes? What is it- oh Hello.” His voice and demeanour changes from uninterested to soft and inviting when seeing you. The man that dragged you here basically tossed you into the room. “This human was wandering the corridors I came to report-“ He gets cut off by Dukats deadly stare after he sees how his crew member handled you. Dukat gives you a quick pat on the shoulder of reassurance that you did nothing wrong and steps out into the corridor, the door hissing shut, leaving you inside. Meanwhile outside… “You fool! You do not go treating one of my guests like that. Are you trying to heighten the stigma that we are a heartless, cruel people like the Bajorans think we are? Don’t ever, go touching them like that. Understood?” Dukat spits. “Yes-… yes sir…” He backs off. “Good. Dismissed.” Dukat gives an annoyed sigh, muttering a few curse words in Cardassian before joinging you inside.

“Apologies for that. We all have bad workdays… Did he hurt you?” Dukat steps closer to you, with a concerned tone, you can’t tell if it’s fake or not by that little lilt in his voice, but his face seems sincere. “No, I’m fine. There’s no scratch or blood.” You respond. “Good, good… What were you doing out of your quarters? This is still a military ship dear. Not the safest for a human like you to be wandering around.” He gently grazes your upper arm, crouching slightly to your human level. “I was looking for your quarters.” You admit to him, although a bit embarrassingly. “Ah, you seem distressed, is this situation getting to you…?” He asks and you give a nod. “Not to worry, I pride myself in how well I can comfort people and make them feel happy and content.” He gives a smile, enthusiastically taking up the task to make you feel better. “Now go sit down on the couch, I’ll make us some tea and we discuss all about what’s going on in the head of yours.” He says, going to his replicator. He showed you how to use the one in your quarters earlier, you passed on it because you were too tired and didn’t really want to ingest ‘synthetic food’. But it’s a galactic staple, you’d have to get used to it. He orders two cups of tea and walks over to where you’re sitting on the couch, handing you a cup and sitting on the next cushion. The couches are surprisingly not that uncomfortable, or it might just be his own personal furniture that makes the difference. “Red leaf tea. An Earth tea, to help you a bit.” He says as he sips his own cup. “Ah, we call it, well used to call it red bush, not red leaf.” You say as you blow on the liquid. (This is a rooibos tea advert). “Suppose it got lost in translation then.” He says with an interested tone.

The night goes on, you first spill a few hundred questions about humans nowadays, he bends the truth here and there but no lying of any sort. For him, this was lovely, having someone genuinely interested in talking to him, no lingering hatred underneath, or fake politeness that he gets from the crew. It’s euphoric, and ego boosting for him. It also makes his icy Cardassian heart soften. After feeling comfortable with talking to him, the floodgates let loose. Your fears, your confusion, the amount of loneliness you feel, how nothing seems real. When it got a bit too emotional, he gives you a gently hug, his huge slender frame, absorbing your warmth as his cool scales calm your firing nerves. His hand softly caressing your hair.

“I will help you and take care of everything dear…”

No. I needed to focus. I had a job to do. I couldn't afford to indulge in fantasies, no matter how attractive my prisoner might be.

"Then you clearly have no idea who you're dealing with," I murmured as I stalked slowly across the small cell toward his bound body. Even captive like this, he seemed obscenely relaxed, sprawling his legs out as if he was in a plush armchair rather than tied to a tiny seat made of unyielding, unpleasant metal. "In a few moments, you'll be so busy spilling your government's secrets and pleading with me to remove the mind probe that you'll have no time for your posturi–"

"Gespar or lyka berries?"

His question was so far afield that I could do no more than stare at him blankly for a moment as I tried to work out what he meant.

"In your perfume," Dukat clarified with a gleam in his eyes. "Is that gespar I smell? Or is it the scent of lyka berries?"

What?

"I'm not wearing perfume," I replied truthfully, too stunned to lie, and he grinned deviously.

"Well, then, your natural scent is much more pleasant than I'd been lead to believe about Romulans, my dear. Or perhaps that's more than just your normal scent," he said allowing his eyes to rake down my uniform-clad body. "Maybe you've been thinking about the same things that I have. After all, I am at your mercy. I couldn't exactly resist your advances should you wish to make them - not that I would ever turn down a willing partner when she's as lovely as you are."

Placing my hands on my hips, I was quite certain my incredulity was written all over my face.

"Your brain is about to be sifted through by our mind probes, and all you can think of is sex?" Forcing down the thought that I was being hypocritical given my own musings, I tried to coat my every word in as much condescension as I could muster. "No wonder the Federation made your people run back home with your tails tucked between your legs. You were too busy mating to bother with a war."

"Don't forget who you're addressing. I'm the Former Prefect of Bajor. I've quite mastered the skill of multitasking," Dukat boasted as he unabashedly tossed me a wink. Was I imagining things, or was there a bulge growing more prominent in the front of his uniform trousers? "Both business and pleasure are areas in which I'm thoroughly versed."

Suppressing a shiver of anticipation, I lifted an eyebrow in what I hoped he would interpret as disbelief. Truthfully, though, all I could think of was how the women in his bed had been treated. Was he all hot air, or was there some veracity in his bragging?

"There, you see? I knew you were curious, just not about how the specs of our cloaking devices differ from yours," he said as a grin stretched his lips. "I'd be more than happy to show you, if you like. Compare me to the men of your species - in skill, in size, however you wish - but I can assure you, you won't be disappointed or leave this room unsatisfied."

Not for the first time, I was glad that the walls were soundproofed and that there were no cameras in this particular interrogation room. They'd surely be picking up the slight emerald blush coating my cheeks by now if they'd been present.

What a pompous ass of a man!

But I couldn't deny that I wanted to test his skills on a personal level. Doubtless, he'd already taken my silence for the damning admission that it was. That smirk hadn't dropped even a fraction of a millimeter. He had me, and he knew it.

"Come now, Major. Surely we can come to some sort of mutual understanding...?" I couldn't deny that I wanted to know what the Gul's moans sounded like from between my thighs. "Perhaps an exchange?"

Hesitating for merely a moment, I crossed my arms over my chest.

"What did you have in mind?" As soon as the words passed my lips, I knew it was the wrong question to ask. He seemed positively gleeful.

"I'll answer a single question about our cloaks and satisfy your curiosity about Cardassian sexuality, and in exchange, you'll let me go without using those pathetic, primitive mind probes."

Well, he never specified when I needed to let him go, and he didn't rule out other forms of persuasion, so I thought it was a safe enough bet. Besides, though my species valued honesty, Romulans could still lie when the situation called for it.

No time like the present.

"Agreed," I answered tilting my chin up and moving to stand between his legs. "The question first. What do you use to shield the ambient radiation given off by your cloaking device's power source?"

Dukat gave me another smirk.

"Simple. A lead casing enhanced with neutronium." That wasn't physically possible. The cloak wouldn't be able to escape the field to protect the ship. Reacting to the glare that plastered my face, the Gul let out a laugh. "You really are just melodramatic Vulcans! Don't look so betrayed, pretty girl. If you recall, I never agreed to answer truthfully."

Touché.

"No, I suppose you didn't," I replied attempting to act as though I was partially defeated. It never hurt to throw your enemy off-balance every once and a while. "However, I believe it's time for you to hold up the second part of your agreement."

The Cardassian practically vibrated in his seat as I started to unfasten my tunic. Hunger rolled off him in waves with every inch of newly-exposed skin. Tangling my fingers in his dark, surprisingly silky hair, I tugged backward sharply so that he was forced to look into my eyes as I straddled his lap.

"Don't forget who's in charge, Gul," I murmured, but he just let out a low chuckle.

"Oh, believe me, Major..." he began, and within a blink I found myself on my back with Dukat kissing and biting his way down my chest, "I'm fully aware of who's calling the shots here. Are you?"

How had he manged to remove the restraints without me noticing?! Reaching for the distruptor on my hip, I found that he'd already torn it from its holster and tossed it across the room.

"Now, now, no need for that. I'm not going to hurt you, remember? Relax, Major," he crooned before swirling his tongue around one of my nipples and brushing my uniform to the side. "Give in to your curiosity. Let yourself experience what it means to be with the best..."

Dukat's continued arrogance was laughable, but the only sound that escaped me as he dragged my pants down was a moan. Beneath the sensation of his tongue dancing through my lower lips, I acknowledged somewhat vaguely that the Gul hadn't been exaggerating. If he was good enough, maybe I'd convince my superiors to keep him alive as a prisoner of the Tal Shiar.

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“At ease, ensign.” He says, mirroring your smile. “Welcome to Deep Space Nine.” He adds before gesturing for you to walk with him. “We have assigned you quarters, and I’ll be more than happy to give you a tour of the station when you’ve settled.” He explains.

“It won’t be necessary.” You wanted to tell him. “That’ll be wonderful.” You say instead.

The Promenade was bustling with people as you crossed it and you realized that you remembered the station to be warmer than it currently was. Benjamin led you to the habitat ring and to your quarters before saying his goodbyes and allowing you to settle in.

You dropped your bags as the door closed behind you, heading for the replicator to get some tea before approaching one of the viewports. You let out a chuckle. It seemed that destiny had a sense of humor after all.

-

Your first couple of weeks passed by quickly, getting to know everyone and getting into the rhythm of your new job. Quark was surprised, to say the least, when he saw you again, but happy nonetheless.

“So, is our dear Commander aware of your past visits to Ter- Deep Space Nine?” He asks, pouring you a drink.

“No, and I think it’ll be best if it stays that way.” You say and he chuckles. “Quaark.” You say, your tone threatening.

“My lips are sealed.” He says.

“They better be.” You warn before taking your drink and going back to your table.

You made quick friends with Dax and she practically dragged you around to meet everyone. For some reason Major Kira always seemed to be tense, and it had you on edge the first few days, but then you realized that was just her way and that she was quite nice. You had heard about Odo, of fucking course you had, but luckily enough he didn’t seem to know about you or any of your past visits to the station.

“Hey.” You say walking out of the turbolift and into ops, shooting Julian a questioning look when you saw he was there too. “House call?” You ask him before approaching Dax. “Hey, so, report’s done, I only have to hand it in to Benjamin.” You explain as she takes the PADD you’re holding to check out the aforementioned report.

“Great.” She says with a smile, handing you back the PADD.

“What’s with the long faces?” You ask her, noticing the Major’s tense shoulders and furrowed brows as she focused on whatever was on the screen she was looking at.

“Benjamin’s got a visitor. He might even be happy if you interrupted his meeting.” She says with a chuckle as you look towards Benjamin’s office.

“I’m off duty tomorrow, but you can send me any data you need analyzed anyway.” You say and she nods. “Alright, time to save Ben, I guess.” You add making her chuckle again.

You chime the door and try to get a peek, but can’t see who Benjamin is talking to while waiting for him to either let you in or have you come back later.

“Commander.” You say, entering the office as the door finally opens. “Just wanted to hand in this report before turning in for the evening.” You explain placing the PADD on his desk.

“Thank you, ensign.” He says taking it and giving it a quick once over.

“Where are your manners, Benjamin?” A voice says and you almost got whiplash from how fast you turned to see who had just spoken.

“Right.” Benjamin says placing the PADD back on his desk. “Ensign Holden, I don’t think you’ve had the…pleasure of meeting Gul Dukat.” He adds.

A smile played on his lips as he observed you, frozen in place and at a loss of words, trying to process it was Dukat who was standing before you.

“I don’t think either of us has had the pleasure, no.” He finally says when you don’t say anything, approaching and taking your hand before bringing it up to his lips to kiss it.

“That’s enough, Dukat.” Benjamin tells him, sounding rather bored as you turn to look at him, finally able to speak.

“I- I should probably go now.” You say. “Yeah.” You tell yourself as you turn to leave, feeling Dukat’s eyes on you until the office’s door closes behind you as you stand in front of Benjamin’s office.

You left ops without muttering a single word, earning a few confused looks as you passed Dax and Julian.

You patted your hair dry and put on your fluffy bathrobe before leaving the bathroom and heading for the living room to replicate yourself some dinner.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” You exclaim when you see the man standing in your living room by the viewport.

“Who?” He asks, turning to look at you.

“Dukat?” You ask, half exasperated, half in disbelief.

“Is that how you greet an old friend?” He asks, approaching you.

“How’d you even get in?” You ask, still trying to process what was happening. “Duh, of course he’d know how to get in. He used to be the station’s C.O. after all.” You think as he stops before you, studying your features.

“It’s good to see you too.” He says as you pull the robe tighter around yourself, making him chuckle softly when he notices the action.

It’s not like he didn’t already know what was underneath it.

“I- A little warning would’ve been nice.” You finally say, meeting his eyes.

“Should I have let you know in Benjamin’s office?” He asks as you walk past him and go sit on the sofa. “Or maybe at Quark’s while you were having lunch with dear Julian?” He adds, following you and sitting beside you.

“Okay, okay, I get it.” You say, signaling him to stop. “Kanar?” You ask and he gives you a surprised look. “Quark’s welcome present.” You explain sitting up and disappearing into your bedroom only to return moments later with a bottle of Kanar.

You pour two glasses and sigh after your first sip. You hadn’t had the chance to drink it since the last time you had seen Dukat.

You both sit in silence and you feel yourself eventually start blushing under his gaze.

“What?” You ask before sipping your drink.

“You haven’t changed a bit.” He says placing his glass on the coffee table and standing before reaching his hand out for you to take.

You do without giving it much thought and he pulls you up from the sofa. You don’t have the chance to think before he’s claiming your lips, hands pulling your hips toward him. Your arms wrap around his neck, glass of kanar in hand as you kiss him back, free hand tangling in his hair as he deepens the kiss, his tongue fighting yours for dominance and you can taste the kanar on him.

You eventually pull apart due to the lack of air, your chest rising and falling furiously as you try to catch your breath and he continues peppering your jaw and neck with kisses before taking the empty glass from your hand and placing it on the coffee table.

“Wow… okay.” You breathe out as he looks down at you. “That’s not how I expected my evening to go.” You add, a smug smile pulling at his lips before he kisses you again, hands traveling down to your thighs and picking you up, making you wrap your legs around him as he carries you toward the bedroom.

He leaves you sitting on the edge of the bed before stepping back to take his chest piece off as you watch him. He pulls you up to your feet again, undoing the knot of your robe before pushing it off your shoulders and making it pool around your feet. He traces your sides with the tips of his fingers before leaning in, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“Lay on the bed.” He says, his voice low and making a shiver run down your spine.

You do as he says, his hungry eyes taking you in as you hold yourself up on your elbows, meeting his gaze. He takes off his boots before crawling in bed over you, his lips claiming yours for a brief moment before he starts to kiss down your neck and over your chest before continuing his journey downwards. He kisses your thigh, holding your gaze before running two fingers through your folds, making you throw your head back, eyes closing as you let yourself fall back on the bed.

“I haven’t even touched you yet and you’re already dripping.” He says, kissing your hip, fingers toying at your entrance and making you moan softly.

He smiles against your skin at your reaction before finally running his tongue through your folds and making you swear. His hands hold your hips down as he starts eating you out, the sounds you’re letting out only encouraging him further.

“Oh fuck.” You let out when he focuses on your clit, your hips bucking up against the hands holding them down as you hold onto the sheets for dear life.

You feel yourself clench around nothing as he drives you nearer to the edge with every passing moment and turns you into a whimpering, moaning mess as he works his tongue on you.

“Oh God, Dukat!” You call out before he finally makes you come, your thighs closing around his head, legs shaking and toes curling as he keeps going until you’ve ridden the waves of your orgasm.

He stops when your fingers run through his hair, prompting him to move back up to you.

“Good girl.” He praises before leaning in to kiss you, making you moan as you taste yourself on him.

“You’re wearing too many clothes.” You manage to say when he pulls apart, making him chuckle.

As he gets off the bed to get undressed, you crawl to the edge of the bed, undoing his trousers as he pulls his shirt over his head.

“I want to ride you.” You say against his skin while peppering his naked chest with kisses, your hands traveling up to his neck ridges as you move to kiss along his jaw.

He lays beside you on the bed, allowing you to straddle him, his hands falling to your hips as he holds your gaze while you take him in your hand and guide him to your entrance, the sound he lets out encouraging your further as you run the head of his cock through your folds before finally sinking down on him. You both moan at the sensation, his fingers digging into your flesh as he stretches you so good, making you clench involuntarily around him.

It had been too long and he felt like coming home.

You support yourself on his chest as you start riding him, feeling every inch of him in every move and letting your head fall back as your back arches, getting lost in him, not a single thing in the world mattering in the moment. His hands guide your hips as you settle on slow calculated moves instead of frantic fucking, wanting to make him feel as good as you did, his grunts and moans driving you on.

He eventually turns the both of you over, leaving him on top and in control as he somehow manages to thrust even deeper into you, making your eyes roll as you wrap your legs around his hips. You look up at him as his fingers wrap around your neck and his free hand starts drawing lazy circles on your clit as he fucks you into the matress, pushing you closer to your second orgasm by the second. When he makes you come, he silences you with a kiss as he fucks you through your orgasm, your legs quaking around him and your nails dragging down his back as he stills too, spilling into you, the warm feeling of him filling you up making you moan as he moans and grunts against your neck.

He allows himself to lay on top of you and you welcome the weight, your hand moving to run your fingers through his hair as you both pant trying to catch your breath.

“That’s definitely not how I expected my evening to go.” You chuckle as he kisses the column of your throat before pushing himself up and pulling out of you, making you wince at the loss of him. He sits back, looking at you as you feel his cum drip out of you, a hint of pride on his face as he sees you like this.

After a few moments he leaves to go get a washcloth from your bathroom, cleaning you up before getting back in bed with you, pulling the sheets over the both of you before pulling you to lay on top of him.

You were spent and tired and the warmth of his body against yours lulled you to sleep, and you didn’t even try to fight it.

When you wake up, you reach your arm out only to find an empty spot beside you.

A/N: Very late, extreme apologies for that, but this is for the ever great @cat-with-a-keyboard who’s always a kind and lovely lil human! I hope you enjoy this, apologies again for the wait!

Every day, your job marvelled you. You were lucky enough to have seen brand new planets, met new species you couldn't have dreamed of before. Yet, there were some days when your job really tested you. This was one of those days.

You had been sent on an away mission with the stations resident annoyance, Gul Dukat. Every time he decided to show up, chaos ensued and bad moods were present in everyone. Ben had decided you were the one to take him on the mission, given that you were the only one who could tolerate him enough not to boot him out of an airlock.

"Why me though, Ben?" you whined as you followed your commander around, begging him to send someone else in your place.

"Because, you have the patience for him, we can't" he replied, going about his duties as though you weren't following him. Sighing, you gave up and leaned against a wall, hands on your hips.

"You doing alright there, champ?" Jadzia's voice came from the side of you, and you looked at her in despair.

"Do I look like I'm alright, or do I look like someone who is going to have to spend an afternoon down on a planet with Gul Dukat?"

"Unfortunate, in the nicest way possible, rather you than me." She clapped your shoulder with her hand and winked, your glare following her as she strode away. Picking yourself up, you carried on with the day as normal and tried not to think of the mission to come.

It wasn't to say you didn't like Dukat, quite the contrary; you really liked him. A lot. It wasn't something you were proud to admit; the man had committed many wrongs and the very basis of what he stood for was awful. That being said, you had known a different side to him. To you, he had been kind,  a complete turnaround from what others had said. Several warnings were shot your way about him, mainly telling you it would be wise to avoid him. Still, you did, and after talking to Dukat, you had decided (much to your conscience 's chagrin) that he wasn't half as bad as the station made out. Whether that was simply aimed at you, or who he really was under all the armour, you wouldn't ever know.

Still, everything he had done lingered in your mind. Which is why you tried your best to convince yourself you didn't like him. Practically dragging your feet along, you made your way to the shuttle bay.

"Ahh, Y/N, I was beginning to think you weren't going to show." Dukat's voice, as smooth as ever, brought your attention up to him, and he shot you a charming smile. Relaying a small one back, you walked into the shuttle without a word to him. Dukat watched you walk, confused as to why there was neither a comment nor a sarcastic remark presented to him. He followed you in.

"What have I done this time?" he asked, watching you set up to fly the shuttle.

"Nothing." You hadn't lifted your head to look at him as you answered, and he reluctantly sat down.

The beginning of the journey was filled with silence, particularly on your end. You weren't a fan of having to sit in such a confined space with a man you deemed it morally wrong to love. Still, here you were. It wasn't until things started to go wrong in the shuttle that conversation arose between you; that was only if you could stretch the word 'conversation' to mean Dukat stringing condescending suggestions on how to best deal with the situation at hand. One after the other he shot them at you until you finally snapped.

"Perhaps you should press this one," he suggested, pointing towards random buttons. "Or this one? Or perhaps this one? Anything but what you're doing now, Y/N, it's-"

"Do you ever know when to shut up?" you shouted, slamming your hand down on the panel and glaring at him. He smirked at you, watching you get angrier. As it turned out, you had smashed your hand down so hard that the control panel had stopped working. Your best efforts couldn't stop the inevitable.

To no surprise, the shuttle had crashed, though you both miraculously survived it. That, however, didn't mean it came without injury. You were hurt pretty badly, and every bone in your body refused to admit that to the smug Cardassian on your left. He watched you limping around and decided to speak up.

"You're hurt, Y/N."

"Oh, you've got real psychic powers to figure that one out, haven't you? I'm fine." Your tone was blunt and your face rather annoyed. Raising an eyebrow at him, Dukat chuckled.

"Why so standoffish? Let me help you" he spoke softly, a change from the usual biting sarcasm, and you shook your head.

"No, I'm fine. Let's find somewhere to wait it out until they send someone to get us."

Beginning to walk away, you could only imagine the look on Dukat's face when you fell against the wall in pain. Your leg was hurting badly, and thus far you had managed to hide just how much it did pain you to even stand. You felt a hand on your waist ], and you were helped down to sit on the floor.

"Let me help."

This time, you couldn't find the energy to argue or protest. Dukat began working on your injury, cleaning and bandaging your leg. All the time he worked, you watched him intently, wondering where his kind act came from; you could hardly imagine him doing this for anyone else. He worked with tenderness and did his best not to hurt you.

"Thank you," your voice was quiet, though not quite enough that he didn't hear you. "Really, I-uh, I'm sorry I was rude before."

Dukat chuckled, holding his hands up.

"It's quite alright, Y/N, I have to say it's rather entertaining to watch, although I would like to know what I did back there."

You stared at him yet again, this time however it was more confused and a little nervous. Laughing airily, you shrugged.

"I don't even know, I don't think you did anything," you spoke, refusing this time to look anywhere in his direction. Fiddling with your hands, you continued to ramble. "I think it was me, this mission has had me stressed out all day and now we're stuck here, and I-I'm going on with myself I'll be quiet."

Dukat laughed, genuinely and honestly a real laugh, and your eyes brought themselves to his face. He was even more attractive when he smiled.

"By all means, continue, I wasn't aware spending so much time with me was making you feel stressed out. I'm not that bad am I?"

You knew it was a joke, the tone of his voice making that very clear, yet you still felt the need to defend yourself.

"No! No absolutely, it's- uh, no it's not you, I didn't mean it like that, what I meant was-"

You weren't able to finish your sentence as you felt Dukat place a kiss atop your head, scooting himself closer to you as he did so. You looked at him with a blank, somewhat shocked, expression, not knowing how to respond.

"That time you were going on with yourself."

The two of you broke out in laughter, you shook your head and looked down. Dukat titled your head back up, still chuckling between yourselves. The chuckling came to a close as Dukat brought his lips to yours. It was everything you had imagined, and it took you a while to respond. It couldn't have lasted more than a few seconds, but it felt like millennia. Once you pulled back, your head came to rest on his shoulder. Despite the pain, you were happy.