Disclaimer: See Chapter 1. The first section contains SEXUAL MATTERS. Don't like, don't read.

Weyoun gasped as she settled over him, moaning loudly at her now-expert movements. She knew just what to do to please him the most, and over the last week she had given him a thorough course in his own sexuality. She enjoyed watching him, and he had quickly learned to let everything out. She wanted to see everything and try everything with him, and the last six nights had been a whirlwind of passion and lust and sheer, undeniable pleasure.

He whimpered and closed his eyes as she slowly began to speed up, and he was hurtling quickly toward the brink. She noticed that he often called upon her and the Founders in those moments and asked him why that was, and he said that was normal. His studies had taught him that humanoids often called out to deities during that time, and she found that interesting. She seemed to like to be the thing on his mind when he peaked; she liked hearing her title screamed out in the heat of the moment. It was strange, but Weyoun was far from understanding why the Founder wanted to do this with him. What bemused him the most was that she was still interested in this subject. He thought surely after their first lesson, she would be satisfied, but no: she continued for six nights, asking questions, experimenting, leaving him weak with exhaustion and pleasure when she left in the early hours of the morning. It was a good thing he needed very little sleep, else he would be falling behind in his duties by now.

He could feel the buildup and moaned in satisfaction. She was getting very good at this, and he wasn't sure if that bothered him or not. Then, it wasn't his business to know, only to obey her and give her his best in everything.

Suddenly, she stopped. His eyes snapped open.

Her blue eyes glinted mischievously, and she leaned down and grinned at him. "Do you want me to keep going?"

"Yes," he panted, weak with pleasure. His clouded eyes widened when she grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head. Why did that feel so...enticing?

"Are you sure?" she asked playfully, moving another inch. He whimpered.

"Yes," he moaned desperately. She squeezed him until he yelped, and she kissed him lightly on the lips.

"I don't believe you," she teased, squeezing him again. He cried out and arched his back weakly.

He understood the gist of this new game. "Please," he moaned, "please don't stop, Founder."

She moved again and he gasped. "How does it feel?" she whispered.

Eloquence escaped him. "So good..." he groaned, and his voice sounded beastly in his ears. She moved again.

"Founders," he hissed, clenching his pinned fists. Again, she sped up, and he kept the banter going, moaning, whimpering, begging for every inch she gave him. Moan after moan, groan after whimper after growl, until he was screaming to his gods in ecstasy.

"Founders!" he howled, his nails digging into his palms. "Please, don't ever stop! Don't. Ever. Stop..."

Everything was heat and insanity and the most exceptional high of his life-

"That feels..." he groaned, unable to complete the sentence, at a loss for words. Again and again and again, until at last it was done and he felt warmth and everything relaxed.

It took him a moment to realize that she had released his wrists and had also moved off him. When he finally opened his eyes, he saw that she was clothed again, a contrite, pained expression on her face.

"I should not have done that," she breathed, unable to meet his gaze. "That was wrong of me..."

After a moment, he sat up and knelt before her. "Have I displeased you, Founder?" he asked fearfully, trembling. She glanced up at him and shook her head.

"That was wrong of me..." she murmured again, then she pulled him closer and gazed meaningfully into his eyes.

"When you gave yourself over to me...I saw...you would have done anything...said anything...that scares me, Weyoun...I don't think I want to control you."

He breathed out a bated breath, and his expression was sincere. "I would beg to be your slave, Founder. I am willing to let you do anything you wish to me."

She almost smiled at that. "Then...you enjoyed being controlled?"

He frowned; her question caught him off-guard. "I didn't mind it...yes, I think I did enjoy it," he admitted with a nervous laugh. "I've...never been...controlled like that before, but it...it was refreshing," he ended, not sure how to express himself.

In a perverse sort of way, he had enjoyed the experience, having to beg for every ounce of pleasure. He knew that before she thought better of it, she was enjoying herself as well. He tried to relieve her guilt by smiling at her, and it seemed to help. She had no cause to feel guilty; he was completely willing to do whatever she told him. Perhaps he enjoyed her control so much because it was another chance for him to serve her. She had experimented and found the experience less than satisfactory, and he was dying to be guinea pig for her for all eternity. This relationship between them confused him, but they managed a tidy arrangement that pleased both of them.

His smile reassured her, and she pulled him back so that she was leaning against the headboard, and he was leaning against her.

"I just want to hold you for a while, Weyoun. I should make that up to you..."

He shook his head. "You owe me nothing, Founder. I would do anything for you."

She smiled. "I believe you."

He relaxed and did not fight the exhaustion that clouded his senses, and soon he was fast asleep, held fast in her arms.

"I should have never left you to your own devices," the Founder said emphatically, shaking her head. "We are beyond the sexual matters you explored with the Vorta."

"I like Weyoun, I like being around him and I like the way he acts," the young Changeling replied simply. "You can understand that, can't you?"

The Founder shook her head. "That too bemuses me. The Vorta are useful creatures, but I find them most tiresome sometimes. I don't see the appeal in them that you do. But to think that you would base yourself to mate with them..."

The young Changeling frowned. "Have I done something wrong?"

"The way Solids experience intimacy is far below us. I thought I had impressed that upon you."

Her blue eyes widened in indignation. "But...you did it. With the other one."

The Founder's eyes clouded at the thought of Odo. "He thought that teaching me such matters would help me understand Solids better. But I did not come any closer to understanding them by engaging in such activity ."

"I did."

The Founder, who had been pacing, turned abruptly toward her fellow Changeling.

"And what have you learned?"

"I know more about the Vorta, their bodies, even their thoughts. Weyoun has taught me much."

She frowned. "The Solids are no more than a chain. You do not need to concern yourself with them, and I think it would be wise to limit your time around them."

"What are you saying?"

"You are young, and you still do not understand the threat the Solids have posed to us. Even now, they wage war against us, fearful of our superiority, of our very nature. But you shouldn't concern yourself with that. And you shouldn't concern yourself with Weyoun either."

"Why not?"

"Because I feel it is best," the Founder replied shortly. "It has taken us too long to find you, and I will not let this opportunity of raising you free from outside threats to pass. The Link values you too much."

"Why are you so frightened?" the younger Changeling whispered. "What do you fear?"

"I have nothing to fear."

"No...you're lying. Why does the thought of me spending time with the Vorta frighten you?"

"It is best that you learn with me."

"Are you scared that I'll abandon you? Like the other Changeling did? Are you scared that I might put a Solid above you? I would never do that to you."

The Founder was silent for several minutes as she pondered her arguments. "I only want what is best for you. If only I could link with you, you would begin to understand."

The young Changeling frowned. "Why can't you link with me?"

A mirthless laugh was her response. "Haven't you noticed how hard it is to change form? Haven't you felt how difficult it is to hold this shape?"

Her eyes widened and she nodded. "I thought...I thought it was because I'm so young and that in time...what's wrong?"

"My poor little one...we are dying."