You woke up in the middle of the night, hearing Weyoun sleeping softly. You turned over to watch him. He looked absolutely beautiful. You continued to place gentle kisses on his forehead, eventually kissing him on his lips. He kissed you back passionately, taking control as you felt him on top of you, letting him settle between your thighs, welcoming him. Both of you moaned at the sensation of becoming one. Weyoun loved you for what seemed like an eternity and he made you come more than once crying his name in desperation and urgency.
You felt the need to give something back. So you rolled around, laughing, kissing and touching him all over asking him softly if he wants you to stop. He stroked your hair as a no in response as you proceeded with trembling hands to lower yourself onto him, you heard him catching for breath, it was almost too much. You rocked him gently and unbearably slowly, feeling him deep within you, even deeper than before.
Weyoun sat up to meet your thrusts, his head buried in your neck, placing soft kisses there as eventually your eyes met and you continued riding him holding his gaze, what a beautiful warm ride. Then you closed your eyes, feeling yourself come again all around him, he didn’t miss the opportunity to push you back into the covers, his movements more desperate than before and none too gentle now. You wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him on, your hands moving down his back, tenderly caressing his buttocks, which sent him over the edge. His orgasm sent ripples through your body, he stayed within you for a little while longer …
Summary: The reader is helplessly in love with Weyoun, but is torn between loyalty to Starfleet and their love for the Vorta. (Spoiler, love wins this round)
A/n: I don’t edit my work so forgive me if it’s illegible at points </3, this is also my first time writing Weyoun so I’m sorry if he’s mischaracterised. I thought this would turn out better than it did but we move 🤞 (it’s a bit rushed and I didn’t take it seriously this was mostly for fun and myself)
Living on Deep Space Nine for the past five years has certainly come with its challenges, but nothing was more challenging than falling head over heels for a pretty but manipulative diplomat that was technically an enemy at this point. You weren’t in on the mission to the Gamma Quadrant a year ago when renegade Jem’Hadar attacked the station and their own people, and Sisko sent out to go find them. But when they came back, Jadzia and Miles told you all about the mission and this Vorta named Weyoun. You didn’t think twice about the name, not that you would meet him, he got vaporised anyway. Though, he had appeared on the station the following year with Dukat, Sisko explained how Weyoun was immortal by cloning, that was interesting enough but was captivated you were his violet eyes, it set your stomach fluttering and your skin shivering. It really didn’t help that you had to show him around the station and be his little federation tour guide for that week. To make matters worse he invited you to dinner that week, wanting your input on what to eat. You spent the time in his guest quarters ordering anything and everything from the replicator and having him shuffle through your human music playlists. Not that he really understood alot of the inspiration behind it, being aesthetically held back. That aside he throughly enjoyed pop music from the 80’s, 90’s and some 2000’s (he loved Lady Gaga specifically), and throughly enjoyed your company. You laughed your ass off at him not knowing how to properly use utensils with the food, and having to teach him was even more of a blast for the both you, him chuckling as you corrected his form and which utensil to use. Standing behind him holding those soft warm hands as you showed him how to use a knife and fork... Oh good god don’t even talk about those pretty big eyes looking up at you when he followed an instruction and asked, “Is this correct?” Your heart could explode. You didn’t know if it was a manipulative tactic or not, but whatever it was, it worked. It worked well, because after you left his quarters you laid wake in bed, looking up at the ceiling. You scream into a pillow. God he is gorgeous it hurt.
For the next few weeks you just can’t get him out of your head, he’s not on the station but every time you see purple clothes in the corner of your eye you whip your head around. Down bad is the right phrase. Guilt is mixed with this feeling of infatuation, guilty of the fact that he’s a liaison for the Dominion, a enemy, he’s probably been a centrepiece for the Dominion conquering new worlds and slaughtering the ones who resist the founders rule. But why was he so… perfect. He felt so real. Yes he could possibly be trying to fish Federation secrets out of you, but why just a simple lieutenant? His attention doesn’t make much sense. But your heart start beating and fluttering like it never has before when you get a subspace message from him to your quarters. ‘I’m coming aboard the station again in about a week to negotiate with the Bajoran people, it would so delightful if we could spend time together again when I am off duty. Care to join me for more dinner lieutenant? I promise I’ve been brushing up on my table manners while away from you and station.’ You can hear that beautiful smile through the screen. How could you say no?
You were really in it now, for the weeks you’ve been pining and itching at your skin to just get it out to somebody, but you can’t. Not even to Quark. If you told your friends they’d look at you like you’re dead insane, you haven’t even told them about you and Weyoun having dinner. You hear the things they say about him to Odo. ‘He’s a slimy manipulative weasel.’ ‘He obeys the Founders and nothing else.’. But that’s not true, he’s his own person, even if it’s suppressed under his genetics that force him to blindly follow the founder, he is still an individual. You’ve had countless conversations about culture, and he was very interested in the arts and aesthetics. He internally yearns to be free spirited and autonomous. You can see the passion in his eyes, and you can’t help but sympathise. You can practically hear Jadzia and Kira gasp in shock if you told them. Or Quark laughing his ass off until he realises you’re not joking and an awkward silence would ensue. ‘It’ll pass’ you tell yourself. You fucking liar. Every day crawling closer to his return to the station and the butterflies in your stomach flutter against your drumming heart. It’s kind of pathetic how many times you had to snap yourself out of a Weyoun filled daydream while on duty.
The day came where he would dock onto the station. Forcing yourself to keep your distance that day and while he was there, and only see him for what you had previously arranged. Your com-badge beeped that morning after you gave yourself a pep talk on how liking a war criminal is stupid. “Lieutenant,” It was Sisko. “Weyoun has just docked and asking for you. He says you really mad him feel welcome last time and he would enjoy having your ‘expertise’ again.” You can Sisko’s disdain for Weyoun seeping through his tone when talking about him. All you can think about is how Weyoun specifically wanted you to be by his side again. “Yes, ofcourse sir, on my way.” You respond. Well there goes your distancing plans. The universe is clearly trying to tell you something.
Stepping off the turbo-lift to the right deck on the docking ring, you see at an airlock where the Dominion ship is docked. As beautiful as art, meticulously crafted and carved by gods (literally), he stands with that fake but wonderful smile politely taking to the Captain. “There they are.” Sisko notices you, eager to get Weyoun off his hands and give him to you. Weyoun can’t see you that clearly from a far but his eyes still twinkle and shine when he sees you approach. ‘It’s just the lights’ you think, trying not to let your crush blind you. ‘You’re on duty. Be civil.’ Your left brain berates you. “Ah, absolutely lovely, it really is a delight to see you again.” He clasps his hands behind his back with a little bow to you. “Shall we be off?” He adds, and you try your best not to blush in-front of Captain Sisko. “Yes, of-course I’ll show to the conference room.” You said, nodding, and glancing to Captain Sisko who seems sympathetic on your behalf that you have to spend time with Weyoun. (He doesn’t know what he’s missing). You walk down the corridors, just you and him again, and two Jem’Hadar soilders behind you keeping their distance. “It is wonderful to see you again Lieutenant. Have I already said that? Oh dear, I suppose I have. But there’s no harm in saying it again when it’s true.” He can’t seem to hide his excitement around you. “Yeah- I guess me too.” You internally facepalm at your awkwardness. “Are you still up for dinner with me?” He asks, those violet eyes and lilac face filling your senses. “Yes, yes of course. I’ll have my quarters set up tomorrow as planned.” You say, gulping down your feelings. Why was he affecting you so intensely? Get a GOD DAMN GRIP MAN. “Delightful, and if your schedule is open perhaps tonight we can have a little spin at the Dabo wheels?” He has a little bounce in his step as he thinks of the prospect. You know you shouldn’t, having a private dinner together is fine, but out in public with him? At Quarks no less, it will definitely get you odd looks and rumours spreading round fast. “Uhm, I’ll have to check, maybe not…” You grimace internally at the slight rejection to him. “Oh… I see. Well hopefully some other time then.” His step faltering a bit, you don’t know if it’s because he expected a different answer physiologically or because he was upset by the response. Either way your heart ached when the little mole above his top lip dropped with his smile. Though he quickly regained it.
When you dropped him off at the conference room where he’d be speaking to Bajoran delegates, you needed a drink. Stat. You needed to clear your brain, and you went straight to Quarks. For the next few hours you sat by a booth, nursing an Icoberry Spritzer, the purple seeming all too familiar to you in a different context. You groaned softly to yourself. Your miserable state catches the attention of your friends just coming off duty and into Quarks. Jadzia and Kira being the ones to come over. “And whats with the long face hm? The voles been in your walls again?” Jadzia asks making a joke to try get a smile out of you. “Don’t try, they’ve been sitting like that forever.” Jake says, you look over not even noticing Jake had been sitting close by on one of the support beams working on a story. “How long have you been there?” You give a small shocked glare. “Like I said. Forever.” Jake rolls his eyes, addressing Jadzia and Kira only, being vague and dodging the question. Kira sits down in the booth next to you, “Come on, what’s wrong?” She asked prodding you. “Nothing.” You said, trying to sound as convincing as possible. Jadzia crosses her arms, up to challenge, with a shit eating smirk and raising an eyebrow, “Oh no no, you can’t get off that easily.” “At least give us a hint” Kira added with a small huff. “Just leave it alone- and Jake shut up go do some writing elsewhere, you should stop learning eavesdropping habits from Nog. At least Nog is sneaky with it.” You say seeing Jake’s mouth move in the corner of your eyes and he sighs keeping his mouth shut.
“Then I’ll have to start guessing.” Jadzia started, “Work load? Waking up on the wrong side of the bed? You saw someone you hate? You saw someone you like…?” When Jadzia asked the last prompt your face, though you tried to push it down, was flushing madly. Both Jadzia and Kira’s face dropped in shock and rose with glee. ‘Oooos’ and squeals ensued, flowing you basically getting chased out of the booth for answers. You made it to the stairs and Quark being nosey for gossip sees and hears the scene. “What’s going on?” He asks as he wipes down a cup in his hand. “Well if you must know, our dear friend here finally has a crush.” Jadzia tells him. Quark really drops the glass, “uh- uh, really?” Now he’s a bit flustered. “Oh jeez Quark obviously not on you.” Kira points out, exasperated. “No, ofcourse not…” Quark has had a little crush on you for sometime after Worf and Jadzia started being a thing. “Who ever it is, is damn lucky” He changes his demeanour back to a more bartendery mood (what ever that means) giving you a wink and a pat on the shoulder for good luck, while you’re a bit petrified that your friends are trying to pry out your darkest secrets. Jadzia whips her head back to you, and like a woman dire of some good juice gossip she pleads and grovels, “Just tell us already!”
You technically run away from them up the stairs to the second floor of Quarks, and they follow. You hold onto the railing of the balcony, seeing the inside of Quarks and a good portion of both floors of the promenade. Kira and Jadzia catch up, one on each side of you. “I can see it on your face you’re in love.” Kira says, and you glare at her but it’s not convincing. “Am not.” You protest. “I’ve lived many life times, you’re not fooling anyone. Just say you’re in love.” Jadzia says. “And don’t forget to tell us who it is.” Kira quickly adds. You shake your head and stare to the promenade, hoping that not looking at them will make them go away. “I won’t say I’m in love.” You sigh and rest your arms on the railing, laying your head on them. “And we’re not buying it.” Kira leans closer. You look to her then back to the promenade, standing up pin straight, your body on high alert when you see Weyoun walking on the upper level with one of the Bajoran diplomats. Your heart lurched out your chest, and it didn’t go unnoticed, Jadzia and Kira looking in the direction you’re looking. They both gasp, for a moment you’re terrified they’ll judge you, but then they look at you with huge fat grins on their faces. “Oh please tell me you’re joking!” Kira says, and you shake your head a bit bewildered that they’re taking it so well. “Why didn’t you say something earlier! Have you seen the way he looks at you?” Jadzia says, astonished. Oh those purple eyes fill your head again and you have to glimpse at him again walking on the promenade. “Have you said anything to him yet?” Kira asks “No ofcourse not.” You answer, shocked why she would even think that. “Has he asked you on a date yet?” Jadzia fires the next question. “Does dinner count…?” You’re still so confused on how chill they are about this. “Yes it counts! When is your next date?!” They’re both bouncing by now. “Uh- tomorrow, dinner at mine-“ “do you plan to tell him?” “Uh no-“ “Why not!? Please you have to! He likes you I know it!” You barely have enough time to breathe between questions but the overflowing enthusiasm and encouragement makes you feel like maybe this isn’t so wrong. “Okay- I… I will.” You say. Well you’ll definitely try to tell him.
(Unbeknownst to you Kira and Jadzia thought you were looking at Julian because he walked past the same time that Weyoun did. Whoopsie)
(Yes Julian has a crush on you)
The day passed extremely slowly. And the next, until night. You had dinner set up hours too early, nearly burning a hole into the floor with your pacing. Then the chime ringed, you went for the door, hissing open to reveal Weyoun, you ushered him in trying not to be too nervous. “And what, my favourite Lieutenant, do you have lined up for my Vorta appetite.” He says, situating in his chair by the table. “Please, you know you can call me by my name when we’re alone. And I have basically everything you have missed out on last time you were here.” You giggled, god it was also just so easy to get into conversation with him. Your fears and troubles melt away. Except the lingering worry of rejection. Just stuff it down. Just stuff it down. All in good time.
While you were plating Weyoun the third little human starter for the night, (gluttonous beast), by the replicator. He comes up behind you, nearly resting his chin on your shoulder he’s so close. “I really did miss you today in the briefing room… it’s all so tedious and repetitive, I’d much rather be spending time with you. You’ve become very special and dear to me.” He admits softly, this being a bit more vulnerable. Your heart stopped dead in your chest. You move your face, your lips so close together, “You’re… special to me too.” You admit softly. The tension is thick in the air, but a beep from the replicator cuts right through it, ruining the moment. You clear your throat and plate yourself food. “Uhm- here… it’s an old human staple dish, Mac and Cheese.” You say. But inside you’re screaming and banging on the walls of your enclosure, he was RIGHT THERE. GODDAMNIT.
‘Tell him.’ ‘Tell him.’ It was like a mantra in your mind as you gripped your pant leg under the table, seeing him enjoy the texture of the food, like cute ‘mm’ and ‘oo’s emanating from him. It was torture being like this, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to tell him. I mean, he’s a Vorta, are they even programmed to love? Well he did say he missed you… That is something. “I have also been listening to your human music that you gave me last time I was here.” He said after patting the corners of his mouth. “Oh? Yeah, and did you like it?” “Absolutely splendid, Human creativity has always intrigued me. You intrigue me.” Holy fuck is he just effortlessly good at making you blush? Or is he just trying to manipulate you…? Your brain starts to doubt itself. “I sometimes wish you were on Cardassia with me, it would be it more exciting than being stuck with Dukat and Damar everyday.” He chuckles, your heart is pulsating dangerously again. “Ah- really…?” “Yes, and I’m not just saying that because I want you in the Dominion. I’m saying that because I want you with me. I sometimes find myself doing things and wondering what you would do if you were there with me… Again I’m not trying to get you to join the Dominion- believe me, it would be lovely if you did, but just your company… it’s unlike anything I have experienced really. You seem to care for me. Yes I know the Founders care, but you’re individually caring for me. You’re not bound by duty like the Jem’Hadar are to be at my side. You just… want to be there…” His voice is sincere, even cracking a bit maybe, he’s not using his diplomatic nature to sway you, he’s just upfront and honest. “Well, I hope you want to be here with me.” He adds, his thumbs fiddling with each other as his hands are clasped together on the table.
“I do want to be here. I wouldn’t have let you come to quarters for dinner if I didn’t…” You put your hand over his intwined ones, and he opens them up to hold your hand between both of his. Lightly tracing your skin and caressing it with his thumb. Giving a small smile and gleeful exhale as he looks at your hand. Enjoying the feeling of your skin, it’s real, warm and alive. Not cold padds with treaty’s and orders. There’s a small pause, just enjoying this feeling, you are really enjoying it too, you’re amazed at how you’re not freaking the fuck out. But something itching inside you speaks up, “Don’t you… ever feel guilty? I mean about this, about our friendship. We’re not exactly on the same side.” You ask, regretting some of the word choice. “I wouldn’t say guilt my dear. But there is an unusualness to it, a forbidden sense. Why do you ask? Do you wish to end this? Are you too uncomfortable by our likeliness?” “No-! No, no, I don’t want to end it. I enjoy this. I don’t know emotions are just confusing…” You respond. “There’s no need to worry about it. It’s just the two of us here. This doesn’t concern Starfleet or the Dominion. This is separate from that.” He empathises by squeezing your hand. God you could swoon, he always knows exactly what to say. “Now let’s have some dessert.” He says with a hint of excitement and you playfully roll your eyes, he always rushes to the dessert part.
The night ends with some chocolate cake and then you and Weyoun walking to the airlock where his ship is docked. You curse yourself that you didn’t work up the courage to tell him your feelings. ‘Fuck my life man’ You think. The airlock door rolls open when he steps up. “Well that was a lovely tasty dinner as always.” He says stepping over the threshold. “If I think of any more things for you to taste and try out I’ll definitely contact you.” You say to him. He looks back to you, “Are you sure I can’t entice you with some more dessert? You can come aboard the ship and I’ll get us some ripple-berry sorbet.” He asks, holding out a hand. You think what the hell, sure. You nod, “I don’t see why not.” You take his hand and step up over the threshold, but your boot hooks on it and you stumble. Weyoun is on it and catches you, his hand on your upperback just under your neck, his other hand still holding yours, almost like dipping you in a dance. Your hands don’t even know how they found themselves on his shoulders, but they’re not leaving that spot.
“I’ve always wondered what a kiss would taste like…”
And with that, he leans down and presses his lips to yours softly, for a moment you’re frozen but kiss him back in return, and he takes that acceptance and runs with it. Moving his hand to the back of your head, the other on your waist, he might be inexperienced but not stupid, he’s seen this in other species. The kiss itself is soft but passionate, your arms around his neck, hand in his fluffy muffin top hair. He’s soft and warm, tastes like a macaron and feels like heaven itself.
There’s not tongue in the kiss, just pure tenderness and unspoken words. But once you both have to catch your breath, it feels like there’s nothing between the two of you now, you can be what you want. Weyoun burrows his face into your neck like a cat, “Absolutely delicious… may I have a second serving?” Seriously? Is he joking at this time? But you can’t say no. You kiss him again, and pepper kisses all over his face in which he chuckles in delight as he gets smothered by this new found intimacy and experience.
He loves you too.
A/n: hoes this was ass forgive me (but thank you for my pookies on the server for cheering me on)
Weyoun looked at you with a passion that was impossible to describe. “Dance with me,” he said as he locked his eyes with yours. You squeezed his hand feeling him close and the anticipation rise within you. You wanted and loved him more than words could say. You danced for a long while savoring each other’s closeness, hearing each other’s breath.
Placing gentle kisses on his neck you proceeded to open the top of his tunic, revealing his softly furred chest. A sigh escaped his lips as you kissed every spot slowly moving down. Weyoun trembled as he realized what you were about to do. Fumbling with the clasp of his pants, his hands helping you along the way with a certain urgency. Weyoun was incredibly beautiful, you took in the sight of him, hearing him gasping for breath, throwing his head back, looking so wanton. You pleasured him for what seemed like forever, stopping gently as you felt the sensations getting too much to bear.
With short, narrowed breaths he picked you up in one swift move and carried you over to the bed. “Let’s make a baby Weyoun”, he whispered in your ear. He unbuttoned your blouse, struggling with the clasp of your bra, your hands helping him. You moaned as you felt his eyes on you, closing your eyes as Weyoun began to fondle and suck on your breasts, sending tingling sensations straight down. Just as you began to realize he was about to do the same to you, you felt your body trembling. His head rested your hip for a long while, placing gentle kisses there, you felt a tidal wave rushing over you. Without further ado, he pulled your dress down in one swift stroke, spreading your legs apart, burying his head in between. You came in waves one after the other, moaning in pleasure. Weyoun was on the brink of coming and realizing this, he urgently shifted around and with one determined move you felt all of him deep inside, holding completely still, gasping for breath, looking into each other’s eyes. Eventually you wrapped your legs around his waist, eliciting a deep moan from him as he gently began thrusting, so close to coming. Your hands rested on to his shoulders, moving further down his back, stroking lightly over his buttocks. This sent him over the edge, he came so powerfully, sending ripples all through your body. You held him in your arms, loving him so much …
Synopsis: with the war over, Weyoun hoped he could spend the rest of his life with you
AU: Weyoun 6 lives; Sisko is still around
The war is over. The tense atmosphere that hung over the station was replaced by a more welcoming aura. To commemorate the moment, Captain Sisko was convinced by Ezri Dax to hold a party at Quark's.
Weyoun finds the whole ordeal appealing, but you don't. No, you could make it all better. But he doesn't care much to keep talking to others.
There's Romulan Ale on the counter.
Not their favorite type, but it was real alcohol, not some replicated crap. Weyoun doesn't think would care too much about some stolen alcohol. He's right about that.
This party means the end of dark time, and tomorrow will be a new era. Both have big plans for the year ahead and big plans for the future.
You are laughing and he is smiling. It is a transcendental moment.
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You know, last night I tried to imagine myself without you. The thing is, I could and I felt so much better.
It is cruel and you know that. No kind words to soothe the stroke, but you couldn't feel bad for it. This was going to hurt his pride later, but now you’re convinced of your choice, just observing how Weyoun slowly processes the words.
He looks for any feature that could demonstrate it was some kind of human joke, but the Vorta knew it wasn't your style
Eventually, he accepts and being honest with yourself, you were disappointed by his lack of reaction. It wasn't like you wanted to see him hurt, you just thought you had more impact in his life.
There isn't too much explanation beyond that, and Weyoun couldn't decide if it was good or not.
He could have loved you for his whole life and that was what he was planning, but you are out of his life now. Some part inside of him thought he deserved some explanation, but the other one knew there wasn't one.
There were things still stuck in his bones, words Weyoun wished he could say to you. It was not like he was expecting any answer, but maybe, if he had said these things, it would be a relief now.
He just locked himself in his quarter, a very childish action if he may add, but in that moment, Weyoun just wants to be alone. Sitting down in his bed, he just asks himself if he made the right choice. No, he doesn't need to be near anyone now, not when the wound hurts so bad. But being alone feels as bad as being with his Vorta comrades considering he is alone with his thoughts right now.
The ring feels heavy in his pocket, so he takes it and opens the velvet box. It shines under the strong lights coming from the window in an almost mocking way. Who could say a golden ring could make someone feel so much shame and self aversion? As a Vorta, the Founders didn't bother to shape them beyond necessary, meaning they didn’t bother to give their “pets” something as mundane as a ritual involving marriage.
Weyoun put the box in the drawer, he can't even look at it. Knowing that he would have some time of complete privacy, his determination breaks completely. Weyoun was never ashamed to cry, so he knew how broke he was when no tears came out of his eyes. He just sat on his bed and felt numb.
Weyoun was totally disconnected from his surroundings, he didn't hear the buzz from the Quark’s bar nor saw how beautiful the view of the wormhole was. He has been damaged before, but he always finds a way to mend himself. Having five predecessors with the sole purpose of serving, he had never been broken, and as far as he knew, you were the only one who could have made him feel that way.
90. “If I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people, will you do it?” + Weyoun maybe? 👀
Oooh, I love the way you think, Nonny! Based off a starter post which can be found here. Cross-posted to AO3 here.
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All That Matters
Weyoun 6 (ST:DS9) x Reader
[A/N: I’ve been feeling things, so I figured I’d channel what I wanted into writing by knocking out a couple of mini drabbles.]
Warnings: None, this is fluffy af. I mean, if pda bothers you, then maybe give this a miss, but I can’t imagine anything else in in this needing a warning...
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Something had been bothering Weyoun all day, I could tell. From the way his eyebrows drew together in concern to the lack of his familiar, cheerful smile, his entire countenance spoke volumes about his mental state. As the two of us walked along the Promenade together, our daily activity of ignoring the stares that were sent his way had long since begun. Weyoun may have defected to the Federation, but he was still a Vorta, and the rest of the station’s occupants were reluctant to trust a Vorta - much as they had been slow to trust Garak when he remained on the station after the Occupation ended.
Despite our blossoming relationship, Weyoun seldom did so much as hold my hand in public. Oh, he wasn’t ashamed to be with a Starfleet officer, but he was nervous about what response such openness might trigger. Today, though, as we passed the entrance to one of the various shops, his fingers hesitantly sought out mine. Without a moment’s pause, I grasped his hand and pulled him gently to a stop.
“Are you going to tell me what’s troubling you, or do I need to guess?” I asked as I lifted both his hands to my lips. A light purple blush colored his cheeks, and he gave me a sheepish smile.
“It’s nothing. I suppose I...I’ve been rather lost in thought today.” It wasn’t like him not to speak his mind. Reaching up to cup his cheek softly, I gave him an incredulous look. “I’ve been thinking. If it were safe to do so and if it wouldn’t damage your reputation...”
He paused and took a deep breath as if gathering his courage.
“If I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people, will you do it?” He asked looking more nervous than I’d ever seen him. Stepping closer to him and wrapping my arms around his neck, I leaned in until my lips met Weyoun’s. His hands came to rest on my waist as the tension that had been keeping him wound tightly all day left him on the back of a quiet hum. A few heads undoubtedly turned our way, but neither of us cared. All that mattered was what was important - that we had each other.
Pairing: Weyoun 6 x gender-neutral reader
Word count: About 1k
Notes/warnings: This is a blend of two requests from two anons - one requesting a fic based on the word untouchable, and the other based on "I need you". As for warnings, I guess sickness and angst.
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You reached out to the forcefield that separated you from your love. “I just want to touch you. Just… feel you here with me.”
Weyoun looked at you sadly. He, too, reached for the forcefield, fingers brushing against its energy for a moment. “I know, my dear, but I cannot touch you. Not without infecting you.”
Tears burned in the back of your throat. “I need you, love. I miss you so much.”
His own eyes glistened. You knew he hated seeing you cry. “Soon,” he promised. “This’ll be over soon.”
You looked over your shoulder to where Doctor Bashir was lingering. “How soon?”
Julian shook his head slowly. “I don’t know for sure. It could be days, could be weeks. We still haven’t been able to isolate the protein of this virus. It keeps mutating just as we think we’re close to a cure. I am sorry.”
“It’s been two months!” you snapped. You shook your head quickly and took in a deep breath. “I’m sorry, Julian. I know you’re doing your best.”
He offered you a slight smile. “Just hang on a little longer.”
You nodded slightly and looked back to the sad Vorta sitting on a biobed, alone. It was where he’d been for the last nine weeks. After the war ended, Weyoun was offered a commission with the Bajoran government as an assistant strategical officer. He’d been on an away mission, tentatively exploring sections of the Gamma Quadrant for signs of Dominion activity, when he’d picked up a pathogen on a planet’s surface. No one else had been infected, luckily, but Weyoun had come back to the station ill.
Weyoun had had mild symptoms, though Julian said those could quickly change if he didn’t find a cure. Nine weeks later, Weyoun was still suffering from relatively mild symptoms—fever, chills, fatigue, and a surprising lack of appetite. Due to the virus's constant mutation, there was no way anyone could come into direct contact with him without risking infection. So Weyoun had to isolate in a containment field, just waiting for Doctor Bashir to find a cure.
“Forget about all that,” Weyoun said quietly. “Tell me about your day.”
You sat on the chair Julian had kept next to Weyoun’s containment field for you and sighed. You began recounting parts of your day to him, trying your best to make routine tasks sound exciting.
Weyoun settled down on his biobed and watched as you spoke. A soft smile played on his lips, despite the circumstances. It had become somewhat of a routine for the two of you. When you weren’t working, you spent your time in sickbay with Weyoun. You’d tell him about your day, read to him, and play games like chess and checkers—ones that you could move his pieces for him.
But it wasn’t the same. None of this was the same, nor was it what it should be. You and Weyoun had just decided to move in together and had begun that new journey of your relationship. You’d also finally started to recover mentally from the war and feel at peace with life again. It was all falling into place.
For now, though, this fractured way of life would have to be enough. You held your hands in your lap, fingers twitching with the overwhelming urge to reach out to him. But he was just out of reach.
- - -
The next week, you rushed down the hallway of the promenade, earning confused stares as you went. Odo even scolded you about running on the promenade, but you just told him to bite you and kept going.
You entered sickbay, ready to see your love violently ill or, worse, dying. Julian had called you, telling you to come down to sickbay immediately. He would not tell you why, and that worried you deeply.
But as you stepped through the doors of sickbay, you saw Weyoun standing next to Julian, alive and well. And out of the forcefield.
You stopped dead in your tracks, eyes wide, and gasped.
“Hello, my love,” Weyoun said softly.
You opened your mouth to speak, but shock held your tongue in place.
“I synthesized the vaccine this morning,” Julian told you, smiling widely. “I wanted to make sure it worked and that there were no side effects before calling you down. But… he is completely cured.”
You glanced to Julian. “He—he’s cured?”
“I am.” Weyoun smiled widely and reached out his hands to you as he stepped closer.
Emotions overwhelmed you. A sob caught in your throat and you ran to him. You crashed into him, holding him as close as possible. Weyoun wrapped his arms securely around your waist.
You nuzzled your face against the crook of his neck, instantly comforted by his scent.
“Thank you, Julian,” you mumbled. “Thank you.”
“Of course,” he replied. “I’ll give you two some privacy.”
You and Weyoun stood there for a few minutes, neither speaking. Your arms clung to him for dear life, as if letting him go would mean another two months without him. Weyoun’s hold on you was just as tight, and you knew the next little while would be an adjustment period; wanting to touch each other and be near each other at all times, as if to make up for lost time.
As you stood there, Weyoun’s arms around you and your bodies pressed against one another, you felt pure and utter relief wash over you. Life was back to what it should be. You murmured an “I love you”, voice muffled by Weyoun’s shirt and neck.
He ran his hand up and down your back slowly. “I love you, as well, my dear Y/N.”
You smiled widely. You never wanted to leave his arms, and you never wanted to be apart from him again. Perhaps moving in with one another isn’t the only next step on the horizon for you two.
