#weykat

Chapters: 9/9 Fandom: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Dukat/Weyoun, Weyoun (Star Trek)/Original Character, Weyoun/Itan'krava Characters: Weyoun (Star Trek), Kilana (Star Trek), Weyoun 5 (Star Trek), Weyoun 6 (Star Trek), Weyoun 7 (Star Trek), Itan'krava, Morau, Tora Ziyal, Dukat (Star Trek), Dukat's Wife | Athra Dukat, Damar (Star Trek) Additional Tags: Action & Romance, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Major Character Injury, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Rough Sex, Memory Loss, Brain Damage, Alien Sex, Identity Issues, Character Death, Telepathy, Extremely Dubious Consent, Blood and Violence, Telepathic Sex Series: Part 5 of The Fallen White Doors

Hello, I didn't write for 8 months, but now this work is complete!

Look, it’s that sassy little bitch again. 💜

Hi, sorry, I had this long WIP but here you go! An eternity late :D

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"I don't know how to look you in the eye after the things I've done," Weyoun murmurs at their breakfast nook in Dukat's quarters.

Dukat is quiet. Perhaps with rage. Perhaps with sorrow. Weyoun can't tell from the way Dukat reads and re-reads the news.

"You knew this was coming."

Weyoun nods. "It was a last resort in the event our foothold in the Alpha Quadrant was threatened."

"Was it supposed to be Cardassia?"

Weyoun sips his tea. It barely soothes the nausea he feels. "If we'd had a foothold on Qo'noS, it would have been the same."

The silence stretches between them, painful and raw. Weyoun tastes the bitterness, the same flavour as finding out the Founders were dying. Weyoun can barely bring himself to drink the redleaf tea. The plants that produce the brew must be withering, irradiated perhaps.

"She'll need more bodies to put things back together again."

Weyoun raises his stare to Dukat's lips. It's as much as Weyoun allows himself.

"Cardassia, I mean." Dukat reaches a hand out, taking Weyoun's in his own. "Will you come with me?"

"I'll be ill-received."

"As will I," Dukat counters. "The man who led Cardassia to ruin. And his Vorta consort."

Weyoun pulls his hand away. He cradles the mug of redleaf as its warmth fades. "I'm not your consort."

"You could be."

This time, the silence is heavy with the ambiance of the ship. Its engines pulse, the halls are filled with warm Cardassian bodies so alive it makes Weyoun ache. It's safety,the Vorta recognizes.

"And if I don't want to be?"

"Run away anyway," Dukat offers. "We'll find someone to remove that bomb in your skull."

Weyoun reaches up to touch the termination implant gingerly. It would be the correct thing to do now. He's surrounded by Cardassians and any action he takes outside of termination will be construed as rebellion. Six already left a black stain on his line.

"Don't." Dukat grabs Weyoun's wrist, pulling his hand away from the switch. "Not in front of me, at least."

"Would it be kinder to come back to my corpse?"

Weyoun smiles as Dukat plucks a ripe nectarine from the sumptuous spread of his midday meal, biting into it slowly. The juices of the plump fruit course down his chin as he grins into the bite. Buoyed by good food, good drink and the promise of decisive victory close at hand, Dukat's spirits soared.

"You never run out of reasons to celebrate. Such an insatiable appetite."

Dukat favored him with a broad, toothy smile before he savored another bite. "What is life worth living without desires? Let loose a little, enjoy the fruits of our labor!"

Weyoun's pale hand shot out and plucked the soft fruit from Dukat's mouth, bringing it up to his own. Those jewel-like eyes bore unblinkingly into his as his teeth sank slowly into the flesh, his thin lips slicked with sweet juice when he pulled it away.