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I actually wrote this piece (or rather, finished it) in response
to the DS9 challenege on ASCEM, but I figured this was a good
place to post it, too. I am still working on a Sisko/Odo thing
for the Interspecies and/or Sisko challenge.

Chris
~~~

I guess by now it should be painfully obvious that I would give
my chocolate first to Odo (who would no doubt give it to Kira)
and then to Quark (who would probably consider it more fun to
steal it). Don't read this if you don't like slash--or the idea
of Ferengi/changeling sex. ;-)

AUTHOR: C. Zdroj
TITLE: Getting the Goods
PART: 1/1
RATING: NC-17
SERIES: DS9
PAIRING: O/Qu

SUMMARY: Odo gets more than he bargained for during a search of
Quark's quarters. :-)

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copyright infringement is intended here. Please ask before
reposting or republishing.

ARCHIVING: ASC, BLTS. Others please ask.

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AUTHOR'S NOTES: This challenge was just the right spur that I
needed to finish the Odo/Quark smut that's been lurking in my
hard-drive for the last couple of months. Thanks to Julie, who
posted a Garak/Bashir piece a while back featuring
Odo-as-bedsheet, which put all kinds of naughty changeling
thoughts in my head--and to Quark, my personal muse of smut. ;-)

~~~

Getting the Goods
by C. Zdroj

Odo straightened abruptly at the sound of the doors hissing open.
He scowled at the interruption to his monthly unannounced search
of Quark's rooms. Damn! The little troll would have to come back
before he'd completed his work.

Never given to needless panic, however, the constable took in his
immediate surroundings at a glance. Quark's bedroom was an ideal
hiding place for a shapeshifter, littered with all manner of
shiny trinkets, vulgar *objets d'art*, and a downright voluptuous
excess of bedding. Hmmmm ... Odo considered his options for a
half-second, noting the texture and color of the items on the
bed. Within an eye-blink he transformed himself into a pillow of
green silk and reposed himself to wait.

Perhaps, he reflected, this would not be all bad. Maybe he would
get lucky and Quark would take a com-call in his bedroom from one
of the Orion Syndicate contacts that Odo knew he had, but had yet
to prove the existence of. He smiled inwardly. If Quark attempted
to reach any such contact now, Odo would have the greedy little
Ferengi right where he wanted him. The sentient pillow on Quark's
bed found it hard to suppress a shiver of anticipation as the
barkeeper entered the room.

Quark's footsteps came stumping agitatedly through the doorway.
For some moments Odo could hear him pacing about the small space.

"Fee-males!" Quark growled at last. "Nothing but trouble ... ask
a Dabo girl for a little favor and she demands a raise. That'll
be the day, when I pay my help extra latinum for routine sexual
... Hmmmm ..."

Quark stopped muttering for a moment, surveying the contents of
his bed. Pillow-Odo couldn't see the Ferengi in his present form,
having neglected to fashion even simple eye-structures, but the
abrupt silence made him freeze inwardly, causing a sensation
somewhat akin to holding one's breath. Pillow-Odo, of course, had
no need to breathe.

"Guess if you want anything done right, you have to do it
yourself," said Quark sardonically. And with that, the Ferengi
began to strip himself. Again, Odo couldn't see this, but he
could clearly hear the sounds of Quark peeling off and flinging
away his clothing. There was some rattling as Quark rummaged
through a bed-side drawer, finally extracting something. Despite
himself, Odo found his curiosity roused. What the hell was Quark
up to now? Probably something illegal ...

A moment later, Quark flung his naked self on the bed, and
Pillow-Odo heard the electronic hum of some small device--soon
accompanied by protracted moans of delights from the Ferengi. Odo
very nearly recoiled in disgust. He didn't need eyes to know what
was going on: Quark was using a vibrator to give himself
oomox--less than a foot away from where Odo lay.

The procedure seemed to go on for an eternity. Odo tried not to
flinch as Quark panted and moaned and gasped, "Yes ... oh, *damn*
yes, that's good!" over and over like some grotesque porn-vid set
to play in an endless loop. When Quark finally squealed through
his climax, Odo shuddered in horror. After the moment had passed,
he found to his shock that his pillow-self had tensed and even
contracted somewhat. Probably trying to shut out the unpalatable
noise of Quark's orgasm, he reflected sourly. Forcing himself to
relax and smooth out his bunched-up contours, he continued to lie
still, waiting for Quark to get up from the bed.

No such luck. Quark sat up and then knelt on the bed, grabbing a
nearby pillow and then flinging it aside in frustration. He
reached out again and Odo was startled to feel the Ferengi's
hands on his body. Before Odo could move or even think, he felt
himself being wrapped around a length of hard flesh and pressed
between Quark's thighs. Gods no. This was not possible.

Nothing had prepared him for the possibility that Quark would put
his innocent bedding to such a use, though, upon reflection, it
really should have occurred to him, considering what a lecherous
little toad Quark was. The Ferengi's cock became longer and
harder as Quark pumped it into the depths of the bunched-up
pillow that was not a pillow. Odo, now in full-contract with
Quark's prick, was stunned at the size of the thing, and also at
the way his own pleasure sensors reacted to Quark's vigorous
pumping. For even reduced to something as simple as a bed-pillow,
Odo was hyper-aware of touch.

Ripples of delicious friction radiated across Odo's surface and
deep into his pillow-form. If he'd had vocal cords at the moment,
he might well have given a little moan or gasp. As it was, he had
to fight to hold his shape.

On it went, for several unbearable minutes, Quark thrusting with
that huge, delicious cock right into Odo's bunched-up
pillow-self, and Odo unable to react at all. Odo shivered. The
tortures of Dr. Mora's lab, he decided, were nothing compared to
this. He did not even want to imagine what might happen when the
Ferengi reached another climax. *Just hold the form,* he told
himself. *Hold the form ...* Odo concentrated on the thought,
repeating it silently like a mantra. Quark began to pant and
groan once more as his exertions went on.

"Oh ... profit ... this is ... amazing. This fabric is just
like--Hey! What the ...?" Quark's thrusting stopped abruptly, and
Odo felt the halt of Quark's motion everywhere in his being. Too
late, he realized why this was. The portion of himself that was
in actual contact with Quark's penis had formed itself into a
kind of glove that fitted Quark perfectly--a soft glove of flesh
which had begun, reflexively, to grip the Ferengi's cock in
spasms. Odo had, in effect, shaped himself so that Quark could
fuck him more effectively.

For a moment, Quark stared down at his pillow-wrapped penis in
complete bewilderment. Then comprehension slowly dawned, and Odo
trembled as his worst fears were realized. He was discovered.

"Odo?" Quark hissed suspiciously. "Odo--is that you?"

Odo had no idea what to do. The portion of him that was wrapped
around Quark's prick was still humming with desperate arousal.
How in hell could Quark know it was him? he wondered furiously.
Then he answered his own question. *Because bedding doesn't
normally grab your penis when you masturbate.* If he'd had legs
at the moment he would have kicked himself. How could he have
been such an idiot?

To his further shock, Quark broke into a decidedly evil chuckle.
"So now the truth comes out, huh? I should've known you were
after my body all along. All that obsessive lingering around my
bar. So that's what you had on your mind, eh, Constable?"

Odo was determined not to dignify this--any of this--with a
reply. He stubbornly remained a mute if embarrassed pillow. Yet
Quark's erection--if it were possible, and evidently it
was--seemed to grow even larger within the confines of the pocket
he'd created. And Odo could feel it. And Odo suddenly longed
desperately to writhe and rub himself all over Quark's
magnificent prick. *Don't,* he told himself firmly, *... even
think about it. Keep still.*

Quark extended a finger experimentally to tickle the surface of
his formerly innocent piece of bedding. "Come on out, Odo," he
cooed. "Uncle Quark knows it's you. Hmmm ..." he pondered, "or
maybe you just need some more ... encouragement."

Quark began to move his hips once more, this time with malicious
purpose. Odo quivered but held out for three good hard
thrusts--and then, his changeling reflexes began to take over.
Odo tightened around the Ferengi's prick and shuddered all over.
Slowly but surely, his self-control began to crumble at the
onslaught of pleasure. He felt his shape twist and writhe as
Quark pumped into him, until he had no choice, it seemed, but to
dissolve utterly and reform without thought into the shape that
he longed to be.

And so he found himself in humanoid form once more, gasping on
his belly in the middle of Quark's bed--with the little Ferengi
kneeling squarely between his thighs, his cock buried to the hilt
in Odo's warm changeling flesh. Quark, evidently unfazed by Odo's
shift in form, thrust delightedly once more. It felt ...
wonderful. Odo moaned in rapture. He was astonished and mortified
at the same time--but neither astonished nor mortified enough to
ask Quark to stop. Quite the contrary.

"More!" Odo panted, now that he had a voice once again. Quark,
obliging, rammed himself hard into the changeling's pulsing
depths. Odo twisted in pleasure, grunting and clenching with his
entire body as he felt the Ferengi's cock plunge deep. His liquid
insides contracted around Quark possessively. "Harder!" he
begged, his voice a breathless rasp, and Quark swung his hips
forward yet again, driving his hard rod firmly between Odo's
legs, deep into Odo's gooey center. Odo moaned again, tensing
once more to grip and hold Quark within himself, trembling in
every cell as he was fucked.

Quark, never one to disdain a lucky windfall from the Great
Treasury, was by now in his own private heaven. Initially shocked
to see Odo materialize in his bed, and nearly scandalized to find
just how much he enjoyed fucking the constable, he had quickly
set any reluctance aside and moved on to pure, lecherous
enjoyment of the situation. His hips began to thrust now with
abandon. His prick slid easily back and forth inside Odo's
wondrous liquid cunt, which proved a near-perfect combination of
heat, friction, and lubrication. Odo's walls fit his erection
like a tailored glove, gripped like a firm hand, and sucked like
a wet mouth all at once. It was exquisite. There was just one
more thing that would make the experience perfect.

"Tell me to fuck you, Odo," Quark panted as he continued to shag
Odo furiously from behind. "Say 'Fuck me, Quark!'"

Odo drew Quark's prick into himself with a deep groan and swirled
his liquid substance around it, feeling, touching, tasting.
Involuntarily, he ran the tip of his tongue over his own lips as
he sensed the wetness seeping from the tip of the Ferengi's
engorged prick. Odo moved his hips slowly, delighted beyond all
measure when Quark's pudgy fingers slid underneath his belly to
brace and stroke the insides of his own smooth thighs. The touch
made him tingle all over.

"Say it," breathed the Ferengi. "Ask me to fuck you!"

Quark's hips bore slowly forward and down, forcing that
marvelous, monstrous cock deeper into Odo's depths. Odo stretched
himself wide and contracted greedily around Quark's long,
gnarled, exquisite penis. The constable closed his eyes and let
his hips roll, enjoying the force, the fullness, the sweet
friction of having Quark inside him. The words spilled from his
mouth as if he'd been saving them up.

"Fuck ... me ... Quark," Odo growled, low and soft, enunciating
each word carefully. His plea was answered with another deep
plunge of Quark's rod. "Aaaaaah ... yes," Odo groaned, arching,
pushing his hips up to meet the thrust. Quark swung back and
forth, slowly at first, then gradually harder and faster, ramming
up Odo's backside as if he meant to churn the changeling's
substance to butter. "Aaahh!" Odo rasped, "Harder!" --his voice
somehow commanding and begging at the same time.

Quark's thrusts increased in speed and force. The Ferengi, primed
for his own orgasm, pumped his hips mightily and gasped as he
felt Odo's channel pulling and sucking him in. Odo clenched his
jaw and locked trembling arms and legs against the rising force
of Quark's thrusts, emitting little grunts at each push of
Quark's hips. The hot changeling substance inside him squeezed
and caressed Quark's prick with ravenous hunger. Hunger. Yes. He
knew what that was now.

When the hot blast of Quark's semen shot through Odo's liquid
substance, it was like a comet tearing across the changeling's
pleasure sensors. Odo swore loudly in Bajoran as Quark spilled
into his depths, reflexively gripping the Ferengi's prick in
spasm after uncontrollable spasm.

It was quite some time before they were able to stop and catch
their breath. When they finally did pause in their exertions,
they were still joined together. Odo lay sprawled on the bed, far
more relaxed now than his pillow-self had been, so sated with
pleasure that he'd almost forgotten what he'd originally come to
Quark's rooms for. "That was ... amazing!" the constable sighed,
lolling on his stomach amid the now hopelessly tangled bedding,
his eyes closed in bliss.

"No need to thank me or anything," grinned Quark, still buried
deep in the warm, silky changeling flesh, and feeling rather
pleasantly fluid himself . "But something tells me ..." He thrust
just slightly again, felt Odo contract and then relax with a
sigh. "... that you weren't hiding out in my quarters waiting to
give me a present ..."

"What of it?" Odo growled. He let his substance begin a low-level
thrumming around the Ferengi's cock, squeezing delicately. Quark
gave a whimper and another tiny thrust and Odo growled in deep
pleasure.

"It just ... seems to me ..." grunted Quark. "That if you and I
are going to ... enjoy each other. You might think about ...
doing me ... a favor ... or two ..."

Odo's voice hardened, even as he tensed once more around Quark's
erection. "Are you offering me a bribe, Quark?"

"Bribe?" Quark sounded scandalized. "By the Great Treasury, no.
I'm offering you ..." Odo grunted softly at another gentle thrust
that made all his pleasure receptors tingle. "I'm offering you
... an opportunity." More thrusts. Tiny bursts of pleasure all
along Odo's spine. His liquid insides swirled around Quark's
thick cock, drawing it up into his body almost as if swallowing.
Quark gave a little gasp, but pressed on with his speech. "I'm
offering you pleasure, Odo. All the pleasure you want ...."

Odo closed his eyes. Nothing in his whole life had ever felt so
good as the Ferengi's warm hard length within him. He let himself
concentrate, stroking Quark in a gentle, liquid rhythm, until the
Ferengi began to keen softly and then to thrust harder, panting.

"And just who is giving who pleasure here?" rasped Odo, teasing,
enjoying both the physical sensation and the feeling of control.

"I would say ..." panted Quark. "That it's ... mutual ...
Constable. Besides ..." And here the Ferengi abruptly stopped
thrusting himself into Odo's backside. "You never know whether or
not I might have some holo-recorders running in here ..."

Odo froze. The Ferengi could be bluffing. Then again, he had been
planning to bring a Dabo girl up here. It made a certain perverse
sense that he might have planned to make a recording of her. He'd
tried before to make a recording of Major Kira for the use of one
of his customers. Electronic snooping devices and recorders could
be hidden just about anywhere, and easily activated
surreptitiously--as Odo knew quite well himself. He was forced to
concede that, in the words of an ancient human expression, Quark
had him by the balls.

Odo tore himself free of the Ferengi's now-offending penis and
sat up on the bed, glaring into Quark's smilingly lecherous
expression. "As I always say, Constable," the Ferengi continued,
as if nothing at all had just happened, "Why bribe ...?"

"When you can blackmail?" Odo finished for him, folding his arms
across his chest. "And what Rule of Acquisition would that be?"

Quark looked affronted. "That would be 'Quark's Rule Number One
for Dealing with Nosey Constables.' Nosey, sexy, shapeshifting
constables with really great asses, that is." He looked Odo's
still naked-appearing body pointedly up and down.

Odo fumed silently, furious with Quark, but even more furious
with himself. He, of all people-letting his ... 'coupling-urges'
lead him into one of Quark's duplicitous little schemes. Any
green security recruit would have known better.

"Oh, come on now, Odo," wheedled Quark. "It's not so bad. I'm
sure we can work out a suitable ... arrangement."

Odo snorted. "If you think I'm going to pay you for your ...
services ..." he began, his voice heavy with disgust.

"I'm nobody's *whore*!" sniffed Quark. "All I want from you is a
promise not to ... disclose some of my business practices. And in
return, I won't disclose some of your ... personal practices. And
of course, we could continue ... amusing each other." The Ferengi
offered hopefully. His tone of voice made the sulking Odo look up
into Quark's toothy grin. "Who could object to such an exchange
of ... favors?" Quark asked reasonably. "It's a win-win
situation." He promised.

Odo looked at him dubiously. His eye was drawn to the juncture of
Quark's thighs, where, unbelievably, the Ferengi's cock was
beginning to rouse itself again. It figured, Odo thought wryly,
that closing an illegal business deal would give Quark a hard-on.
On the other hand ... given the excuse to linger in Quark's
bedroom for long periods of time, perhaps even while the Ferengi
slept ... who knew what sort of evidence Odo might eventually be
able to discover? It was indeed an opportunity too good to pass
up, he decided.

Odo gave a non-committal grunt. "Why don't you show me what you
have in mind," he growled, looking Quark squarely in the eye.
Wordlessly, he formed an erection of his own, so that Quark
couldn't help but take notice of it.

Quark beamed. "With pleasure, Constable," he purred. Moments
later, he had grabbed Odo's prick with both hands and was sucking
it avidly. Odo fell back amid the tangled bedding with a groan.
Quark's pointed teeth caused tiny, sharp tingles of pleasure as
they scraped over his constructed genitals. Odo closed his eyes
and let his hands find the Ferengi's ears. He could easily
outlast Quark in bed, he told himself. As soon as the Ferengi
drifted into sleep, Odo would have all the time he needed to
search these quarters from top to bottom for evidence of criminal
activity. Oh yes. Odo moaned and thrust into Quark's hot mouth.
Oh yes indeed. All the time he needed to get that damned Ferengi
right where he wanted him ....

The End?