I hope you’re not all kinked out! Possible fic… Dukat tied to a chair, blindfolded, interrogated by a spy (obsidian order or tal Shiar??). They don’t get very far with the interrogation because he seduces them with his sexy words and has them fuck him instead.
Also thank you for all your stories so far!
Ooooooh, I love this! I hope you don't mind that I chose a Tal Shiar agent for this! The idea of a Romulan!Reader is just too intriguing for me to pass up. I hope you enjoy this, my friend! 💜
Cross-posted to AO3 here.
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Melodramatic Vulcans
Dukat (ST:DS9) x Romulan!Reader
[A/N: This is smut, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]
Warnings: Interspecies sex, Cardassian/Romulan sex, oral sex (female receiving), captor/captive sex, Dukat is an arrogant bastard even when restrained, implied torture, referenced mind probes.
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"You'd do well to answer my questions willingly, Gul," I called from the opposite side of the small interrogation room. Pouring myself a glass of water, I acted as though his presence was barely worth nothing. Dukat had been a thorn in the Tal Shiar's side for many years. He enjoyed baiting us with his own pathetic attempts at espionage within our organization. Now, he found himself tied to a chair and entirely at my mercy. "I assure you, we have other much less pleasant ways of extracting information from our prisoners."
"Yes, well, you may be more expressive than your Vulcan cousins, but I am no more intimidated by you than I would be by one of their species," Dukat crowed, but I just smirked in response and turned to look at him as I dropped my voice to a lower register - one that never failed to make my prey cower.
Admittedly, seeing Gul Dukat cowering before me would be intoxicating. The hunger in his eyes mingling with fear...the low rumbles that would reverberate through his chest–
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.
