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Title: It's All Coming Back to Me Now
“So it wasn’t actually about Jadzia?”
“No, Ben. I thought you knew.” Even on Odo’s face, Benjamin would know that smirk anywhere. “We certainly got up to enough fun back in the day, before …”
“I guess I never thought it was that…serious.” Was it for him? Curzon had been this charming, worldly, older man—the kind a younger Benjamin Sisko had aspired to become one day.
“Not at first. You were such a wide-eyed, excitable thing. But over time…”
“Why bring Jadzia into it? How could it be her fault?”
The smile turns down a tad, but Benjamin can see the pain moving it. “You hadn’t looked at me that way in years. I couldn’t bear Dax going to some young, beautiful woman, one I knew you’d snatch up for your team as soon as you learned—and knowing what had just happened to Jennifer… I couldn’t bear to watch from within, as you fell for my improvement.”
The captain scoffs. “Well, I didn’t. She was interested in me; you remember the incident with Ambassador Troi.”
“I do indeed. She and I, you know…”
Benjamin won’t let him change the subject. “So you remember, she was interested but I didn’t return it.”
“No, you didn’t. I can’t understand why.”
“You should have more faith in me,” Benjamin tries to keep the waver out of his voice, “old man.”
Because even in this modified form, sharing a body with Odo, he still is very much Benjamin’s old man. He talks the same, smells the same…feels the same. Benjamin tries not to let his hand tremble too much as he raises it to Curzon’s cheek, tracing the line of spots along the side of his face.
“You always did love them,” Curzon says with a little huff.
“I still remember how far down they go.”
“I’ll make sure you never forget,” Curzon responds as he captures Benjamin’s lips in a kiss, and oh, half-Odo though this version may be, it’s all the same. It all rushes back to him. These are Curzon’s lips, Curzon’s arms coming around him, his talented fingers tracing their own path down Benjamin’s body…
“I think I like you even more now,” Curzon breathes as he takes his other hand and smooths over Benjamin’s new beard. “Very refined.”
His fingers surely capture Benjamin’s smile as he sinks into this oh-so-familiar body, ready to learn it all over again.
