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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Julian Bashir/Elim Garak Characters: Julian Bashir, Elim Garak Additional Tags: Sex Addiction, Trans Julian Bashir, Mildly Dubious Consent, Vaginal Sex, Top Elim Garak, Bottom Julian Bashir, Oral Sex, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Hypersexual Julian Bashir, Marathon Sex, Come Eating, Pre-Episode: s02e22 The Wire (Star Trek: Deep Space Nine), Implied/Referenced Drug Use, sex while high Summary:

It’s like an itch, an involuntary response that builds up inside him, making him pent up and agitated. He can’t really explain it, nor has he worked out any way to ignore it. The only thing that helps is scratching it, over and over until it’s raw and bleeding. He’s not even sure he enjoys it sometimes, but it makes it stop.

He’s heard Cardassians have some kind of scenting organ, that they can smell things humans can’t. He wonders if he might smell utterly putrid to Garak in his current state.

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Prompt: Anger Born of Worry Rating: Teen Word Count: 246

"What the hell were you thinking?" Yelgrun hisses, tossing a towel at the other Vorta.

Weyoun-the sixth Weyoun, safe and sound despite all the reports-shies away from his mentor. He dries himself off, hands trembling. There's fear plain on his face.

"Activating your implant like that," Yelgrun continues, though his heart isn't in the scolding. "You could have been killed!"

Weyoun folds the towel, turning away from Yelgrun, staring out the window. It's pouring outside Yelgrun's flat and the idea that Weyoun walked through the downpour makes Yelgrun's rage flare up again. Who asked the defect to find him?

"I needed you to think I died. All of you."

Yelgrun sighs, the anger seeping away. He pulls Weyoun close, just holding him. Slowly, Yelgrun begins to purr, presses his lips to Weyoun's forehead. It's an ancient, mostly lost expression reserved only for parents and their offspring. Weyoun clings to the older Vorta, burying his face in Yelgrun's chest.

"I manipulated your data," Yelgrun admits. "I wanted you to live."

"I'm defective."

Yelgrun's hold on Weyoun tightens, anger flaring up again. "No. Perfect. Not defective, never defective, Weyoun."

Weyoun whimpers at Yelgrun's tone, shivering.

The idea that he's the one startling Weyoun only makes Yelgrun more furious. He focuses on purring, on soothing the younger clone in his arms.

Yelgrun's fingers trace the scar behind Weyoun's ear. Weyoun flinches. Yelgrun stops touching it.

"They removed it?"

Weyoun murmurs, "They did."

Yelgrun purrs, grateful for that at least.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine Rating: Mature Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Julian Bashir/Luther Sloan, Hologram Julian Bashir/Alternate Universe Elim Garak (Background), Julian Bashir/Elim Garak (implied) Characters: Luther Sloan, Hologram Julian Bashir, Julian Bashir Additional Tags: Holodecks & Holosuites (Star Trek), Jealousy, Choking, Awkward Conversations, Obsessive Behavior, Not Really Character Death, Hurt No Comfort, Dehumanization, POV Luther Sloan, Whump Summary:

He wonders, how on earth a creature like Garak managed to convince such a broken program to pretend it was in love with him. Definitely a corrupted data rod, he thinks. Either way, he resets it again, and again, and again. He’ll get it right eventually, of course, he’s sure of it.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Julian Bashir/Luther Sloan, Julian Bashir/Elim Garak, Julian Bashir & Kukalaka Characters: Luther Sloan, Julian Bashir, Elim Garak, Kira Nerys, Benjamin Sisko, Jadzia Dax, Quark (Star Trek), Odo (Star Trek), Miles O'Brien, Keiko O'Brien, Kukalaka (Star Trek) Additional Tags: Abusive Relationships, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Hurt/Comfort, Hopeful Ending, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Possessive Behavior, Jealousy, Coercion, Julian Bashir Needs a Hug, Julian Bashir Gets a Hug, POV Multiple, Implied/Referenced Domestic Violence, Kukalaka Saves The Day, POV Outsider, Angst, Domestic Violence, Protective Elim Garak Series: Part 1 of Abscess ‘Verse Summary:

“… Doctor Bashir,” Odo spoke carefully. “I am aware this is a sensitive matter. I know that you and Sloan have been involved for almost two years now. I know that this cannot be easy for you, but…”

Julian sat quietly, still refusing to give anything away.

Luther Sloan is sent to DS9 sometime in early Season One for the purposes of surveillance and keeping an eye on potential security risks. He quickly becomes close to a wide-eyed and hopeful Julian Bashir. It gets worse, and worse, and worse.

Told through the eyes of various friends aboard the station, they watch as Julian slowly deteriorates in front of them, struggling to find a way they can help.

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Prompt: Made a Slave Rating: Mature Word Count: 270

Keevan knows the rules of the Orion auction block. He is to be silent, submissive, not the show his left eyetooth is missing. Moving his hands, the Vorta takes comfort in the weight and sound of his chains.

He hopes he'll be bought by a Romulan. They're sadistic, but never cruel.

"Come, Vorta."

Keevan follows the Orion who handles him. The Vorta does not care about his nudity. It is important for every aspect of him to be measured and assessed.

The auction block itself is bright, but he can read the crowd in spite of it. Klingons, Romulans, Ferengi, a Betazoid or two. The sole Jem'Hadar buyer surprises Keevan. They're not known to have the funds for slave trading.

Keevan pays no mind to the bids. It's more than he'll ever see and more than any slave needs to think about. He postures and displays and doesn't even protest when his handler flogs him for the bidders to see. He does gasp, though.

That small noise raises the prices even higher, especially where the Klingons and the Romulans are concerned.

He's a little surprised the Jem'Hadar wins him. But...to the bidder go the spoils.

"Don't come back," his handler growls, with a slap to Keevan's ass to get him to move.

"Master," Keevan greets the Jem'Hadar. "Use me in any manner you see fit. Nothing is forbidden."

The Jem'Hadar thrusts clothes into Keevan's arms. They're good quality, better than the usual rags he's provided.

"Master-"

"Remata'klan," the Jem'Hadar corrects sternly.

"Have I upset you?"

Remata'klan removes the Vorta's shackles, tosses the collar on the floor. "Not at all."

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Prompt: Attempted Rape Rating: Mature Word Count: 330

He's lost track of Weyoun at some point, their little celebration turning into a party toward the latter half. More booze and more risque talk than Dukat preferred out of his subordinates.

Dukat notices the Vorta only when he sees a glinn fumbling with his belt. Then he sees the way Weyoun's sprawled out on the sofa, half-dressed and pale throat covered in all sorts of bites and bruises. The glinn gets his belt undone and shoves his pants down just enough to fumble with his cock.

Dukat didn't think Vorta could get so intoxicated.

The glinn's rough on Weyoun's clothes, tearing them aside to strip him down. When the Cardassian's fingers dip between the Vorta's thighs, rough and drunk, Dukat feels rage boiling up in him.

"Get off him," Dukat growls, crossing the room.

"Sir." The glinn obeys, pulls his pants up. But he makes no move to cover Weyoun, only nudging the Vorta's thighs further apart. "Right. He's all yours, Sir."

Dukat can't restrain himself. He punches the glinn in the jaw, sending him stumbling over the furniture.

But he can't be bothered with the man when Weyoun's stirring, confused and pained. Dukat fixes Weyoun's clothes as best he can before shrugging off his coat to swaddle the Vorta in, protecting his modesty.

He lifts Weyoun off the sofa, the Vorta making a small noise before dozing off against Dukat's chest.

He carries Weyoun back to his bed, not trusting anyone else to leave the Vorta alone. And he wouldn't want him to be sick in the middle of the night and choke.

Weyoun doesn't stir as Dukat strips him down. He does mumble when Dukat looks him over for any bruising the glinn left on his genital slit.

"Just looking," Dukat assures him. There's no bruises. "You worried me."

The Vorta's already asleep when Dukat kisses the bruised throat.

"I wouldn't let them use you like that," Dukat murmurs, tracing idle shapes over Weyoun's chest. "You're mine."

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Prompt: Headaches/Migraines Rating: Teen Word Count: 297

Weyoun Six hates to be in the Infirmary. He not used to the idea that you can be fixed instead of scrapping the damaged clone and activating the next in the series.

Julian looks up from the padd, looking Weyoun Six over. "Still having those migraines?"

"Sometimes." Weyoun shrugs.

"How often? Daily? Once every few days?"

"Nightly," Weyoun admits, crossing his arms over his chest. "The painkillers don't do anything."

Julian sets the padd aside, staring intently into Weyoun's eyes, another examination. "Are they sharp and stabbing?"

Weyoun nods. "Like a pin. Small, sharp pains."

Julian drops the intense stare. Instead, he takes up a handheld scanner. Weyoun does his best to hold still, to not hold his breath, to not panic at the scanner assessing him.

"Is there...anything you can do?"

"I'd like to try inducing one of these migraines," Julian says slowly, setting the scanner aside. "Bright lights bring them on? Harsh smells? Stress?"

"Stress," Weyoun answers shakily. He shivers, uncrossing his arms to fold them in his lap, holding them together until his hands ache, knuckles white. "And lights too."

"Explains why I never see you in Quark's." Julian grins at the Vorta.

Weyoun nods. The boyish grin drops from Julian's face. He grabs another tool, a small light, checking the way Weyoun's pupils constrict. With the press of a button the light flashes. The strobing is enough to make Weyoun hiss, push Julian's hand away.

"You're alright," Julian placates. "I've got you."

But Weyoun can't hear his soothing. He's focused on the blinding pain. It goes in like an icepick: a smooth, fluid stab, the hurt lancing his brain, a weight settling behind his left ear.

He swears, when Julian lays him on his side, he can feel the weapon go deeper.

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Prompt: Jealousy/Envy Rating: Teen Word Count: 249

Lorris hates Weyoun deeply. She's looked over his files, noted what a waste of Dominion resources he is and continues to be. Five clones in three years. That's more than even Keevan.

And yet everyone loves him.

The Founder thinks he's marvelous. And, while Lorris isn't one to question Her judgement, she does wonder how such a drain is so beloved. Perhaps the Founder prefers to expend the resources since she loves him so.

Even Founder Odo, committed to the ideals that go against Her vision for the Dominion, adores the Vorta. Founder Odo personally requested a Weyoun as his advisor, something meek and stupid.

Rotan'talag visits the Vorta's quarters, more often than just for receiving new orders Lorris knows. It's disgusting to her, the way the Jem'Hadar dotes on Weyoun Nine. Lorris could probably take a few pictures of the two of them together, send them to a Founder who might do something.

But she doesn't.

Often, she fantasizes about killing him. His termination implant's been removed. But the airlock or a well-placed disruptor burst might do it. She thinks about how easy it would be to draw and fire, leaving Weyoun bleeding out.

But then she'd be punished too.

So she simmers. She acts coldly to Weyoun Nine when they have to interact, avoids him when they don't.

When the report comes in that Weyoun Nine is dead, Lorris smiles. For a second, that flame in her heart goes out.

But she knows there'll be a Tenth.