Bright Future.
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T wo weeks aboard the Cardassian Warship Boroaka had desensitised Garak to human ways. This, he later reasoned, led to his brief misconception.The first glance as he entered the main deck of the Boroaka was enough to spark anger. The brazenness of it, he wasn't prepared for such a scene. Dark feelings of jealousy surfaced, stealing over the polished veneer of his normally oblique persona like knar over satin. Adding to his anger in no small part was the lapse in protocol that should have seen the arrival of a Starfleet Officer immediately reported to him. This was a grave error in the Cardassian chain of command. But that was not the main reason for his flare of emotion. It was 'who' the Starfleet Officer was that caused his gut reaction. Julian Bashir was sitting at the main star-chart console. With fluid grace he was pointing out in which system the stealth ship was to rendezvous with The Defiant. Gul Alma, a hulking bull of a Cardassian, stood behind him, one large hand resting firmly at the smooth junction of the human's shoulder and neck. Rage filled Garak. How could Julian, in front of the crew of the Boroaka, encourage the sweating Gul's advances. With every moment he allowed that hand to remain, Julian was .... If anyone had glanced his way they would have stepped back at the look of fury being directed at the ships Gul. But just as Garak was about to move forwards and make his presence known, Julian made a little sideways head movement that only someone with a single spinal cord could do. The fact of his humanity returned to Garaks considerations. The Cardassian spy stepped back, mortified at his own reactions. Desensitised to humanity indeed! He shuddered to think what his old mentors back at the academy would have thought of him, assigning Cardassian motives to a human. Julian obviously had no idea what was going on, the finer points of Cardassian social graces went right over his Starfleet trained head. No, too intent on the archaic filing system of the star chart, the Doctor barely identified the claiming hand on his shoulder. After all, from Julian's Commander Sisko a similar gesture would have signalled encouragement and interest in the Doctor's work. There was no way for Julian to know that Gul Alma had an entirely different agenda. Amongst the Cardassian military, sexual intimidation was regularly employed to keep subordinates in their place. A hand resting on a neck ridge was a blatant statement of intent. The power of a Gul was such that anyone lower ranking would immediately yield. The propositioned crew member's door would open when the Gul made his inevitable appearance later that night. And being the over eager pup that he was, Julian would open up his door too, thinking only that the call would be about their current mission. And when things changed, Alma would see the young man's surprised resistance as the usual Cardassian version of foreplay. Greater Gul, Garak could see it all happening. He had to act swiftly. Moving like the shadow he could become he got closer, then grabbing Alma's wrist Garak jerked the larger man to face him. The adrenaline from his earlier anger helped lend him strength to manhandle the larger Cardassian. "He out ranks you," Garak snarled into Alma's face. "Get off me," growled the Gul, attempting to free his wrist. To his surprise Garak held it firm. "This does not concern you, outcast." "Oh, but it does," the outcast smiled dangerously. "The Doctor is part of the Federation, and currently I am making my home on a Federation run outpost." The two men stood face to face, piercing blue eyes skewering icy grey. The heavier Alma felt a swift chill down his back, the smaller scales at the base of his spine hardened with a shiver of fear. This man, he suddenly remembered, had once been a member of the Obsidian Order. Still was, if rumours were true. It was not worth antagonising him to pursue the lone and helpless human. Yet he could not back down in front of his men. There would be mutiny by morning. Reading the Gul's mood Garak offered him a way out. "Gul Alma is obviously not aware that a medical commander in Starfleet can hold a comparable rank to that of his own. You will have to forgive his indiscretion, Doctor." "As you say, Garak." Julian tried to hide his surprise at this somewhat untrue statement. The surrounding Cardassian's mistook the pinched look this gave him for veiled annoyance. "If he was genuinely unaware of my rank." "I was," murmured the Gul, moving away. The law forbade fraternising between senior officers. Of course, foreign military usually weren't recognised as such, but this would cover his withdrawal before the Obsidian agent nicely. With a slight bow, the Gul stormed off to attend more urgent matters. "Wha..." Garak quickly put a hand up to stall the Doctor's questions. He swept the room with his eyes and the ship's crew swiftly found other things to take their attentions. "It seems we need to have a little chat about Cardassian customs again Doctor. I think you'll find this young woman here will be able to locate the star-chart you were looking for." He signalled the Boroaka's science officer who scurried over to take her regular station. With a satisfied nod Garak left the main deck, towing Julian behind him. O0o0o0O |
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When they reached the safety of the passenger quarters Garak pushed the doctor into a room and locked the door. He had guessed right, Julian had been given the smallest room, his bags were piled up just inside the entryway. The Cardassian sagged down on the room's narrow cot. Julian perched beside him, curiosity plain on his face. "You have some explaining to do Garak. Why did you say I out ranked Gul Alma? To use the star-charts? I don't think..." "No, you don't, do you." Exasperated the Cardassian reached out, intending to tap the naive young man smartly on the head. Instead he found himself pushing a stray lock of hair back from his friends crestless forehead. Surprised at himself, Garak spoke a little more harshly than he intended. "I have just saved the Federation the services of an excellent physician, and likely made myself another enemy for life. So if you would be so good as to stay quiet for a few minutes Doctor, I would truly appreciate it!" He gave a cold glare, and was rewarded with Julian's silent nod of agreement. Reluctantly Garak lowered his hand, it seemed he was going to have to build up his immunity to the good Doctor's charms once more. In the meantime... "Gul Alma was resting his hand on your, or what would have been, your neck ridge. You do remember what that means, don't you?" "Well, of course!" Burst out the Doctor, "But I'm a human, we were in public, I'm a male, he's a male, there were others in the room, I..." "Julian." Garak growled, burying his head in his hands. "I've told you the military use sexual intimidation and rape to enforce their authority. That works best if the proposition is humiliatingly public. Alma is known for using such...techniques." Garak paused and looked into Julian's inquisitive eyes, seeing that he had already guessed that there was more to his worry than military intimidation. Julian had an uncanny way of reading him sometimes. "The rumours are that Alma has a fondness for aliens. No Bajoran was safe in his vicinity during the occupation. It is said he has an Orion slave girl on Corrin Two." Garak shudder at the thought. Xenophobia was an integral part of the Cardassian psyche. Leaders like Gul Ducat and Gul Alma might indulge in such perversities, but for the Cardassian on the street, such things were an abomination. The thought of Julian in such a monster's hands did not bare thinking about. "The only way I could extract you from his clutches was to play the higher rank card. I fear our remaining time aboard this ship will not be pleasant. Alma may still decide your Starfleet rank does not matter." He saw the young human blanch and was assured that he was suitably worried. Frowning, Julian considered the narrow escape he had had. Not that he hadn't had to fight off sexual advances before. There was that friend of Jadzia's whom he'd had to put in plaster before being left alone. Now however was not the time to be upsetting the locals by bouncing their Gul on his pointy little head. Not when both he and Garak were so vulnerable aboard the ship. Thank goodness for Garak. He was a good friend, a fast thinker and a surprisingly persuasive diplomat, when he chose to be. Garak stood, looking down at the human's smooth, ridgeless neck. It was hardly what he would call a turn on. The defenceless, spineless, scaleless naked stripe of flesh. It was one of the things he found creepy about other species, it's lack made them seem sexless, powerless. Alien. "Well now," he lectured "now you know what the real meaning is behind someone doing this." And he laid his hand gently along his friend's neck. He. Put. His. Hand.... Abruptly Garak found it near impossible to breathe, the room was too small, there wasn't enough air. He couldn't move or think. Great Gul, but Julians neck - it felt fantastic! He had never imagined...! And Alma, how he had prevented himself from taking the human then and there, right on the star-chart consul, was beyond him. Thoughts trickled through his stunned synapses. Bashir may not be Cardassian, but Garak was, and his response to touching that vulnerable spot, regardless of a ridge being there to receive his grasp, his touching there was a statement of intent. And his body was very willing to act on it. Indeed, his arousal loomed large. Julian, noticing his friends unusual quiet, looked up to inquire what he was thinking. "Garak, are you all right?" Warm brown eyes regarded him with concern. Julian was worried that Garak had discerned some other jeopardy in their position, a position that his own foolish naiveté had placed them in. "Is there some danger?" With effort, the Cardassian managed to take a gasp of air and relax his stance a little. But it would have taken armed Klingons to make him release the Doctors shoulder. Gathering what control he could muster he tried to think what to do. Only one plan presented itself. "Julian, my dear," he said mildly, "could you do me a favour." "Anything, name it." "Could you reach up and move my hand?" "What is it?" The Doctor reached up and took his hand, plucking it off easily then examining it as he ran his fingers along the rigid tendons. "Are you having a seizure? Cramp? Is there any dizziness?" Groaning softly Garak endured the feel of those gentle massaging fingers. They were not helping. "No, no, everything is fine, thank you. You may let go of my hand now." Confused, and half-expecting some biting sarcasm, Julian let go and watched as the Cardassian strode to the exit. "I shall be in the room next door if you need me." Garak said, not turning round. "Should Gul Alma come by, do not let him in. If he persists, call me. Good night Doctor." And he was gone. O0o0o0O |
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Julian was not known as an intuitive person. Caring, brilliantly clever, but as fallible as any when it came to matters of the heart. So it took him several moments of intense thought before he saw the connection. Blinking in surprise he put one of his own hands up to touch where Garak had lain his. "Oh." He exclaimed softly. "Of course." Poor Garak. Over the years Julian had been, in a peripheral kind of way, aware of the attentions of several males. With Garak a subtle sexual tension had always been a part of their friendship. However, the problems separating them were not insignificant. They were the same sex, but of different species. They were aligned to opposing forces in a war that's rules and borders seemed to change daily. Their past relationship had not gone smoothly. There were times when Julian had doubted Garak's intentions, and when he had played the Cardassian false for his own needs. But always their mutual attraction and, yes - on Julian's part - fascination, drew them back together. But he wasn't prepared to face such opposition as the station spy and its Doctor might receive, and sensing that Garak himself was not ready to pursue the relationship, he had let things be. But there had been a fundamental change in Garak lately. Perhaps he would be ready, now. The question was, was Julian ready to face such a challenge. What, at the heart of it, did he feel for Elim Garak? O0o0o0O <Bing. Bing.> Garak abruptly sat up from his sleeping pallet. Someone was at his door. It was still ship time 'night'. There was no general emergency siren going off, he'd had no summons via intercom. This could mean only one thing. Gul Alma. Racing to the door Garak roused every mental and physical ability he had. In perfect readiness to defend the Starfleet Officer from the deviant Gul, he palmed the door open and prepared to fight. But he was not - as he was expecting - to be confronted by a scene of ravishment. Or, at least, not in the way he had foreseen. Instead a slightly breathless, giggling young medical officer, bottle of Cardassian brandy in hand, launched at his neck and hung on, raining kisses on his face. Staggering backwards, Garak re-engaged the door lock before being forced to collapse on the room's single chair. "Oh Garak, you are an idiot. You should have just told me!" Julian kissed the tip of his nose. "Told you what, Doctor!" if his eyes could have come out on stalks they would have. "Hmmm? Let's talk later, fuck now." Julian began determinedly unbuttoning the Cardassian's tunic. "This, this is most unlike you, Julian." Garak squeaked as the tunic parted and the young man began tonguing the Cardassians coal black nipples. /Oh, Great Gul!/ he thought, arching into the maddening sensation. What was he to do? He had to act swiftly, before his own arousal rendered his mind as so much hormonal wreckage, his ability to respond levelled by clever human lips. He sought about him, and noticed the bottle Julian had brought with him, now lying forgotten on the floor. "You've been drinking Glard! That brand is not meant to go off world...it..." "Um, huh," wriggling free Julian retrieved his bottle and then slid down the wall. He obviously knew how sexy this looked, as he pulled the cork with his teeth and smouldered at Garak temptingly before up-ending the bottle and taking a long drink. "Want some?" he smirked, proffering up the bottle he had brought Garak as a surprise for the next Cardassian holiday. He was hoping 'this' surprise would be better. "I want to know why you've come in this condition to my door." Garak kept his voice even and calm, despite having no saliva in his mouth at all. Gul, that look! "Just needed shome...some, sorry...some Dutch courage. It's not everyday one decides to ... to do whatever it is I came here to do. Um. I may have drunk too much, though." "And what was it you came here to do?" Garak firmly placed both hands between his knees and held them there. He desperately wanted to reach out and pet the gently smiling, slightly dishevelled human. "You know, Garak." Julian began a determined crawl towards to him, suddenly remembering why himself. "Sex, Garak. We must have lot's of lovely sex!" he climbed up the other mans legs until he was kneeling in front of him. There he stopped and peered nearsightedly into his eyes. "I've found your little secret." He tried tipsily to tap the side of his nose. "You want me. Sex can now begin!" He then tumbled down gracelessly as Garak stood up with alarm. "Sex Doctor! You and I?" when had he started this persistent squeaking? "Come now, you can't think..." "Oh, but I do." Julian said from where he had landed, turning to train determined, if unfocused, eyes on him. "And I think we need to do this. Now, who should be top, you or me?" "Julian!" Garak was almost speechless. He knelt down and touched his friends arm. It was shaking. "It's alright, Garak. Come on. I'll be fun." The Doctors eyes added their full, melting weight to his request. The Cardassian felt his resolve begin to crumble. No! This was not how he wanted this, not how he had dreamed of Julian coming to him... Julian...had come to him. It had taken alcohol to do it, but he came. He was trembling with possible fear, but still he came. With a gasp he crushed the younger man to him. Julian squeaked a protest. "You want me, Doctor." Garak growled into soft brown hair. "For now, that is enough. Thank you for coming here tonight and sharing this with me." He lent back a little, smoothed down one side of that beloved crestless face and smiled. "Now it is time for you to go back to your room. Sleep Julian, and we will talk tomorrow." He half herded, half carried the Doctor back to his room, where he stripped him and tucked him into bed, having to tuck the sheets in quite firmly. Julian just wouldn't stop squirming and tenaciously trying to get Garak to join him in the bed. Mission accomplished, Garak then wished the Doctor a good night, and left. O0o0o0O |
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The next day began with the unexpected return of the Defiant. They had picked up a seriously traumatised double agent and needed Julian to work his medical magic until they could get her to a proper medical facility. They also needed Garak to interrogate her when she was stable again. The joys of war. While the Doctor stoically put back what he could of the woman's tortured body, Garak briefed Worf on their respective missions, including the Gul Alma incident. Worf decided that their mission was better left as it stood now, and ordered a course set for DS9. They were going home. O0o0o0O |
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Garak and Julian's quarters were a fair distance from each other aboard the Defiant. Julian was therefore quite surprised to see Garak leaning outside his door when he returned from the latest operation. Several days had passed, their duties keeping them apart. Julian at least had had time to rethink his strategy the other night, and regret it. A scarlet flush suffused his face and neck. Julian had only a few recollections from that night, they included himself propositioning the surprised tailor, and Garak chastely tucking him into bed. "Was I terribly crude?" he asked, the tips of his ears growing hot. He held a hand up over his eyes to try to block the shame. Why was it the ground never obliged and opened to swallow one up when you needed it to? Garak smiled and took the hand covering his eyes away, kissing the palm and leading Bashir into his quarters. "No Doctor, you were your charming, if somewhat inebriated, self. Sit down, I've brought in some dinner for us." Julian was planted in the room's single chair, while Garak pulled out the small workbench and placed the food onto it. He then sat on the bed and they came face to face for the first time since 'that' night. "I...I don't feel particularly hungry." Julian broke eye contact and glanced down at the food-laden table. "Is that Iderian Spice pudding? Pass it over here would you." Garak smiled to himself. Step one, know your opponent. Step two, become as un-threatening as possible in their eyes. "Glard has a higher alcoholic content than it's taste would lead you to believe. Unsuspecting drinkers have been pulled naked from dancing on rooftops and scaling the walls of Nunneries. I hope you have learnt your lesson on moderation." He said dryly. "Oh, trust me, I have." Julian wasn't sure if he was relieved or not at being let off so lightly. The two men began to talk, as they often did on DS9 over Klah and Tarkalian Tea of light, inconsequential things - Garak was careful to keep it that way. When Julian was still half way through his meal, Garak finished his. He looked around, as if at a loss for what to do next. Standing slowly he moved behind his friend and, still quietly discussing station politics, began to gently massage Julian's tense shoulders. In a very short time Julian - sensuous creature that he was - was leaning into the movement, food and awkwardness both forgotten in the feel of those wonderful hands. Strong fingers stroked his neck and shoulders; swept up to run through his hair, over his scalp. For a awhile the hands clenched, tugging gently at his hair, then they relaxed and smoothed and soothed their way down, then out to his collarbones. They kneaded out then back, swept in, then out. "You really need to relax more, my dear." Garak let his hands move down the lean torso, then further until they rested on Julian's hips. Then crouching down, he slid them carefully forward onto the taunt thighs, bringing his mouth close to Julian's ear. "I know how to relax you even more, if you want, Doctor," he murmured, licking at Julian's sensitised neck. Julian shuddered. Panic ran through him, but he quelled it firmly. His body knew what it wanted even if he did not and this was what he had intended the other night, wasn't it? "What do you want me to do?" he asked, closing his eyes and concentrating on the feel of Garak's hands on his body. "Nothing." Garak crooned, undoing the human's tightly secured trousers with a practiced flick. "This is for you," he kissed the ear he was whispering into then got up to push the food plates into the recycler and the workbench into the wall, giving himself some room to move. With teasing slowness he knelt and peeled off Julian's shoes. He ran curious fingers over the exposed feet, kissing the pronounced half moon of the instep. He'd never seen human feet before, they were pale and naked. Curious, he sucked on a toe. Unusual, and apparently arousing for the recipient, if Julian's reactions were anything to go by. He...liked the sound Julian had just made. Liked it very much. Again kissing the instep he moved up to open the shirt and remove the trousers. Fastidious about such things he turned to neatly fold them before going back to admire what he had uncovered. Ah. Beautiful. Kneeling he observed his new shrine to lust. Garak found he had to swallow quickly or risk actually drooling. A feast fit for a Legit. He finally raised his eyes and looked into Julian's face. What he saw there brought his lust-crazed mind swinging back to neutral in a hurry. There were many things to be read in the beautiful, alien face before him. There was amusement at the Cardassian's obvious curiosity, indolent desire, tender love and - still - faint trepidation. Garak was hit with guilt. Was he pressuring the Doctor into doing this - would Julian hate him for it later? Garak knew how fickle emotions could be, what you thought you wanted passionately could, in the gaining, turn to ashes in your hands. "Do you want to continue, Julian? I would like to do this," his hands caressed the sides of Julian's arms, the light stimulation a reassurance and a show of control over his own emerging lust. "I want to show my love and desire by giving you this pleasure. But I will wait, if you are not ready." He moved forwards to kiss the Doctors high forehead, then ghosted down to press a kiss to his lips. "Whatever you want." "I..." Julian struggled for words through a whirlwind of mixed emotions. They should have talked first, then tried this later, but in his experience what should happen rarely did. Where Garak's hands touched his body felt like electricity. "Garak, I'm not sure I can love you the same way." He stopped at the look that flashed through the other man's eyes, then hurried on to reassure him. He never did any good in these kinds of conversations! "No! I love you, you know that, but it's just...physically...you've met my family? They've put a lot of pressure on me over the years. They want me to continue their legacy. It is very important to them. I've never let myself - feel - this way for a man before. And I'm not sure if I can have this love, the physical love, as well as the other." Julian felt very torn on this issue. He had ignored this side of his sexuality for so long. If only he could be sure he wouldn't freakout. "Garak, help me. I need to know if this is possible, I don't want to give us up because of some stupid second hand fear my parents gave me when I was a teenager. Do this for me." With a gentle hand he cupped the back of Garaks head and directed it downwards. Yes, Garak did remember Julian's parents. And the pressure they put on their son to be perfect in all things. It made him wonder how Julian had come out of it all as sane and with as sweet a disposition as he had. But now was not a time to be thinking of the past. Julian was here and now, and he needed something from Garak. Something the Cardassian very much wanted to give. Encouraged, Garak returned to his task. And what a fine task it was. Bending low, he tasted his prize, gently snuffling to inhale the warm scent. There was a twitch from the object of his desire and a slight colour change. Mm, different. And all too sensitive. He could see that if he wanted to do justice to the act he would have to avoid the main performance until later. Leaving his lovers awakening cock he went to explore the Doctors body some more. As he moved away Julian let out a petulant little mew. Garak smiled to himself, his new love would have to learn patience. Garak was a consummate tease. Starting at the ankles, he began to lick upwards. The salty sweet taste of skin, the gentle tickle of hair (what strange places these humans chose to grow it in!) and the growing moans and sighs of his lover worked to quicken his own arousal. His cock soon strained forwards as if it would tear free and ravish the human on it's own. Julian's magnificent lolling length suddenly increased when Garak began licking behind his knees. The Cardassian had to restrain him in the chair by locking an arm round his waist. This was obviously an erogenous zone, and highly ticklish as well. Firming the strokes of his tongue, he spent quite some time there, until Julian began muttering and tossing his head helplessly. Julian shivered as the warm tongue laved his inner thigh, moaned deeply as the Cardassian breathed moist air over his straining cockhead. Disappointment stabbed briefly at Garak's chest when he noticed the juices leaking down from his lover's full erection. Was this the completion of his orgasm? But no, he had heard they were most violent, leaving the males wrung out in a relaxed stupor. That was not what he was seeing now, for Julian was wriggling energetically, eager for more. Curious Garak looked up from the love mark he was making on Julian's hip. He reached over and rubbed at the flowing juices, realising they were meant as a kind of lubricant. Fascinating. Moving to rest his head on the warm, soft skin of Julian's belly, he took the slippery head into his mouth and tasted the essence. Fighting to control himself Julian gripped the seat of his chair, the tendons on his hands standing out from the pressure of his grip. Groaning loudly he threw his head back, gasping for breath as the sensations intensified. "Oh yes. Oh yes." His eyes closed as he centred on the pleasure curling his toes. Good lord, Garak was deep throating him! The soft sucking noises he was hearing set up a trembling in his gut, and Julian knew it wouldn't be long now. Garak's arm around his waist loosened, and he was free to thrust upward into that burning inferno. Stars burst behind his eyelids and he came, the sense of release fantastic. Happily Garak swallowed, then swallowed again. He released his prize to lick ravenously at the softening cock and sweat soaked pubis. Then in a fever of desire he licked at his lover's belly and hipbones. Looking up he gloried in the sight of Julian, his Julian, head back, eyes closed, hair soaked in sweat, chest heaving as he still gasped for breath. Without even having set hand to himself he came. Ah, blessed relief. Using the spurt of adrenaline his Cardassian heritage gave him at orgasm, he gathered the human up and settled him onto the bed. There he took him in his arms. As the Doctor relaxed into sleep, Garak gently held him, caressing the smooth skin of his back and murmuring Cardassian endearment's into his ear. When he felt the Doctor relax completely into deep slumber, he moved up onto one elbow and looked fully at what was now his, laid naked before him on the narrow bed. He touched the hazel colored curls, then lightly stroked over the impossibly long eyelashes and traced those sensuous lips. Those as yet un-tasted lips, which curved now in a sated, post orgasmic grin. As he allowed his eyes to roam the deliciously alien physique of his new lover, Garak's hand fastened strongly on his yet throbbing cock. Leaning close, he inhaled the scent of his sleeping companion, licking delicately at the soft skin of his throat. How many times had he dreamed of this, how many uneased erections let by as the object of his desire blithely discussed trade and politics with him over a cup of tea? No longer. Gently taking some of that sweet flesh between his teeth, he gave 'lotesch', the first loves bite, and came once more into his fist. Relaxing, he left one hand to remain hot and gluey in the remains of his second orgasm, whilst the other entwined itself in the soft curls of Doctor Bashir's hair. Perfection. O0o0o0O |
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The next day, Julian woke alone. Feeling oddly bereft he looked tiredly around the room, but Garak was definitely gone. Had the tailor merely played with him? Was it all lust and not the love affair for which he had longed for? Just as he was getting into the swing of self recriminations for falling for a fickle man something caught his eye. It was his uniform, set out neatly on the room's lone chair. On it a single replicated red rose sat atop his notepad, it's memory sigil blinking at him. Picking up the pad and absently inhaling the sent of the rose he read the message Garak had left for him there. It read simply - |
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"Doctor Bashir, could you sign this please?" Nurse Bandi held out a data pad and Julian hastily turned off his consuls view screen before taking it from her. He had been trying to access Cardassian sexuality all day, but every time he came anywhere near what he wanted to know, someone would need his attention. The Doctor was about ready to start yelling, and for him, that was not good. So far, he knew that a male Cardassian would ejaculate many times in one session. Each orgasm was accompanied by an adrenaline rush, programmed to spike at that critical post coital time when a Cardassian male may have to fight off rivals, or indeed, the female they were currently coupling with. Neither sex produced lubricant, having a set of scales so fine that easy sexual interaction was always achievable. Cardassians were sight and smell aroused more than touch; though ritual holds on neck ridge, knee and breast were considered highly erotic. He was looking at something referred to as 'claiming bites' when this last interruption occurred. Actually, the break in his studies was probably a good thing. The text he had been learning from were mainly medical journals, many were case studies of Bajorans who had been raped by Cardassian soldiers. Some of the pictures had been highly graphic in nature and Julian's doubts were lining up again. Just how far did the Cardassian want to go with him? Would he wait for Bashir's nerves to settle down, or demand they spring strait way into domestic bliss, penetrative sex and all? They were meeting for lunch in ten minutes and suddenly Julian was entirely unsure if he wanted to go. O0o0o0O |
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Garak had spent every spare moment furtively searching his console for references to human sexuality. He had found it. Great Gul, had he found it! The amount and variety of it was truly astounding. Every part of a human's anatomy was an erogenous zone and every zone had its devotees, armed with reams of erotica, pictures and graphic details. Settling on a teenager's science journal to gather the bare facts, Garak was horrified at the number of things that could go wrong. Inter Cardassian sex had it's dangers, being stabbed in the back being the major one, but the actual working parts, well, they worked. To any Cardassian the thought of damage being done by the act of love itself, and not being inflicted by a loving mate or cursed rival, was unheard of. This was shocking. His mind was going numb. Each page was full of pictures of appalling injuries. No wonder Julian had been wary of the physical acts! Why, even what they had already done was fraught with danger, yet Julian had given no warning, placed no boundaries. Was he trusted so much? Oh, unfounded trust! Or - did Julian assume knowledge that wasn't his? Garak frowned. A pliant, accepting Julian was not what he wanted as a partner. Though, it pleased him to know that the Doctor could trust him so. At last the time came and Garak closed his shop to business. He wiped slippery palms down the sides of his coat. Time to meet Julian for lunch. Would the human be there? O0o0o0O |
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"Well, we knew this would happen one day." Commander Sisko sat, dark and brooding at his desk. Head rested on a pyramid of fingers he regarded his seconds in command, Dax and Major Kira. He had rather not involve the Bajoran, this was Starfleet business after all. However she was part of the administration and the replacement of their highly regarded Doctor would effect DS9. Today the hidden watcher programs he had placed on Elim Garak and Julian Bashir's consoles had both been tripped. They were, or were about to, become lovers. "I don't understand, why must we send Bashir away, why not the Cardassian? We could send him out an airlock right now." The others looked at Kira, uncertain as usual how much she said was in jest, and how much in deadly earnest. "Besides," she continued, leaning forwards aggressively, "how certain can you be about this? Maybe they suddenly got an itch to look up interspecies sex files for some detective game. It could all just be a coincidence." Dax sighed and looked to her commander. He gave a brief nod and she began to explain the highly volatile situation they found themselves in. "Major, we've been trying to subtly break them up since Garak first contacted Julian to pass on his messages. It has become especially important since Julian's enhancements became common knowledge. A lot of time and energy has been spent trying to lure the Doctor away from the bond. The services of three psychologists and several dating agencies have all proved unsuccessful." Jadzia let herself sink back into the persona of the scientist Dax, distancing herself from the pain of her own link to the handsome Doctor. She had been asked to try to renew that contact. She had refused. "Julian in particular has proven hard to sway. The man's apparently solid heterosexual and yet didn't bond with any of the matches provided by government sources. Women were brought in from all over the quadrant, winning cruises, being assigned to ships stopping over for long periods at DS9 - even being assigned to work here. To a woman they fell, some quite hard. He never had more than a flirtation with any of them." Pausing to gauge how the Bajoran was reacting to this, Dax noted Kira's hang jaw state of shock. Well, there was more of that to come. "The experts we consulted are unsure how much his flightiness is due to Julian's upbringing and how much to natural inclination. The trauma of being enhanced may have skewed his perception of breeding and of potential mates, but that can only be speculated upon. His loyalty has remained constant, he's stayed by the Cardassians side." "Our efforts to isolate or remove Garak didn't go any better. He was offered several lucrative businesses off world, we even had a place arranged for him back on Cardassia, although there were restrictions. He refused them. Judicial leaking of top secret information about the former spy to O'Brien, feeding his dislike, failed to sway Julian's opinion. All this has failed. We are left with either assassination, or separation, and as the Federation frowns upon the first..." Kira stood dumb struck, wondering if her friends had been replaced by androids. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "You have got to be joking! You expect me to believe the Federation would go to such lengths just to break up the affair of a...a...doctor and a tailor!" "A very special, ex spy tailor, and a doctor who is also a valuable asset to this station," murmured the Commander, his deep voice chilling in the silence of the stations central office. "Julian, as you know, is truly an exceptional Doctor. His presence brings badly needed revenue our way..." "Money? You would play with a man's life for money?" Kira moved forwards and gripped the edge of the table to stop herself doing something she would later regret. Calmly, as if he were discussing station laundry policy, Sisko motioned her back to her place. Surprising herself, she did as he asked. "Let me finish Major. Having such a remarkable resource at the station has been to the benefit of everyone here. Bajoran, Cardassian and Klingon, just to name a few, have all benefited from his expertise. You do remember the war orphans? He, and I must admit, Garak too, have made a huge impact on bringing their plight to the attention of the authorities. No one else in the medical profession would have been able to accomplish that." He was right, although Federation medics were the cream of the crop, caring and capable, Julian was something else. He had a depth of compassion sometimes that drove his friends insane, and made them worry about his state of mental health, this close to a war zone. But here, on the frontier, was where he wanted to be. "There is also the security consideration." Benjamin frowned, tapping his fingers on his chin. "Julian has access to sensitive information. His dedication to the Federation as both employer and ideal is unquestioned. But full access to his living area and possibly work area as well, by a trained spy, is not the preferred scenario. And the change in dynamic from friend to lover might leave Julian open to manipulation. Who knows what influence an ex member of the Obsidian Order might have over his bedmate. Arrogant bastard that he sometimes is, Julian still has a trusting heart. Which leads to the next point. I like Julian. To a lesser degree I like Garak as well. I don't want them to face the hardships a human/Cardassian pairing would bring. Not to mention the renewed suspicions the Bajorans might have. Mixed species marriages, let alone same sex ones, will be met by many with hostility and prejudice. Possibly even violence." "Yes, yes! You are such a concerned commander! But why push women at Bashir?" Kira clenched and unclenched her fists. She didn't like the way this was shaping up, especially considering the friendship that was developing between herself and Odo. Was there an inter species conspiracy going on? She had to know. "Ah." Sisko glanced at Dax. She checked the pad in her lap, then nodded, they were still transmitting. "Major, have you ever heard of a group called The Human Right? No, not many have. But their membership is placed amongst some of the highest echelons the Earth based Federation has. And they want Julian's enhanced genes in the gene pool. If they had their way, I think they would re initiate the gene-geneering program that led to the GeneWars. I know it sounds insane, I have queried my orders repeatedly. However, they are adamant. Get Bashir to breed." Sisko took a moment to remember that long ago first command. His own incredulous response. The web of blackmail they had laid out to coerce him into agreeing to at least try. And try he had, but not for their reasons. No, he wasn't a stupid man, he could see were their demands might go, if denied long enough. Capture, imprisonment, rape. Nobody deserved that. "It was impossible to get a random sample of his viable sperm, the Doctor religiously takes the pill. A male lover would prevent Julian meeting a women, falling in love and impregnating her by abstaining from the contraceptive. Trust me," he reached out to still the furious looking woman in front of him, "we have been far more gentle with him than anyone from the home world would have been. Their suggestions on the matter have ranged from the banal to the disgusting. Out here, far away from their clutches, he's been safe. I worry what might happen should he be posted closer in." Standing up he walked round his desk and began pacing, one fist clenched in displaced anger. Julian was an agreeable fellow, sometimes impetuous and arrogant, but then he had reason to be. Sisko doubted the doctor could have meddled in anyone's life the way he had and felt good about it. The fact that Julian was who he was made what had been done five times more reprehensible. "To prevent the possible security breach a liaison between the stations Doctor and local spy represents, I have to post him planet side somewhere. The only alternative would be to assign him to an outgoing star ship. His credentials would make such a position easy to arrange." /Easy, Benjamin./ thought Dax, subtly playing a little static over the recording module, /No need to draw arrows./ Julian may not have caught on, but Garak probably already had boarding passes ready. If he was picking up this transmission, that was. It had taken several years for O'Brien to find the Cardassian's bug, the Starfleet one had taken a lot less time. The engineer had been incensed when ordered to leave both listening devices in place, with only mini disrupters to cloak important talks with the crew. Jadzia only hoped this worked. She couldn't think of any other way to let her friend know that there were bigger forces focused upon him than even his ego had imagined. Besides risking court marshal, that is. And neither she nor Sisko wanted to do that. She just hoped Julian could forgive them the roles they had been forced to play. It had been eating away at her, at her symbiont and gestalt of past host entities. Garak's bug, complete with a stirred up Kira to ask the obvious questions, was their best hope. "Where can we send him?" She remembered to ask. "Lenora is in need of medical staff, or a mining asteroid." "I can't believe I'm hearing this." Kira slapped the table in anger. "I won't be involved in manipulating that poor man for the sakes of a handful of Federation bureaucrats. If this is vaulted Starfleet freedom, you can keep it!" Kira strode towards the door, only to stop, stiff backed, when Benjamin called to her. "Very well, if you do not want the responsibility, I will do it alone. I remind you that everything you have heard here is classified, and on file. You will not approach either the spy Garak or Doctor Bashir with this information. Is that clear?" "Very." She spat, before storming out the door. Briefly, (as Dax had to catch Kira and explain their ruse before she went ahead and did something foolish after all) they discussed the Doctor's reassignment, settling on Lenora, before concluding the meeting. Once outside they looked each other in the eyes. "A bad business, old man." Sisko frowned deeply, the lines of command settling heavy and prematurely around his eyes. "We did what we could Benjamin. Now it's up to them." "They do make a lovely couple though, don't you think?" he smiled, a brief flash of white teeth against dark skin. "Garak is almost a match for that overweening ego and Julian's trouble magnet should prove enough diversion for three Obsidian Order spies." Dax smiled and reached up to squeeze his arm. "Things will work out. I have a good feeling about this." O0o0o0O |
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Garak sat, mind racing. Across from him Julian was unmoving, his face an unreadable mask. They had been in the opening moves of an awkward "Ah, so you decided to come then," courtship dance when Garak's hidden relay began to broadcast. Hot with added embarrassment the erstwhile tailor had fumbled to turn it off, but a slim tanned human hand had stopped him. In silence, they had listened. With mounting horror, they had heard the intrigue of the station's hierarchy. Strange that Garak had had no inkling of. If nothing else, Garak's professional pride took a battering. And what it did to his heart, to see his beloved Julian so betrayed by those he respected and trusted was intolerable. Red-hot pokers in his eyes would have been easier to endure. Garak stood and pulled the Doctor up, then led him to his shop. Once locked inside he sat the younger man down and made him a Tarkalian Tea, extra sweet. Then he called up his console and began to type. "What are you doing." Julian's voice seemed to come from a place far, far away. "Seeing what ships are due to dock in the next few months. Ah, yes...here. The Oleander. Does a patrol along the mining planets. She was guarding a shipment of ore through to the gamma quadrant and is now returning. She's the firepower on a G class disc ship that they left in Cardassian space. A habitat disc with families and a science area. And most important, a Doctor who has served for several years and has requested a transfer." He smiled grimly. This could almost have been set up, it was so perfect. The wheels sped in his devious little mind. Click. He strode over and crouched down to face his overwhelmed lover. Taking his biceps in a firm grip he looked deep into melting chocolate eyes. The intensity of his own brought Julian back a little from the void he had retreated to. A good thing as Garak's next words were worth listening to. "Marry me. I'm just a simple man, but I will love you every day for the rest of my life. I will worship you with my body, and hold you in my heart. Marry me." He was serious, Julian realised. His mind switched into high gear and he tried to follow his lover's reasoning. Marrying Garak now was to their advantage, if he were to resign his commission and sign aboard the Oleander as its Doctor. It would gain Garak a place on board, be a legal tie that their enemies could not sever and create a legal blockade to their being separated. But there was more, so much more, in those intense blue eyes. Something that made him think this question had been a long time coming. Garak really did want to marry him. Because he loved him. Their current circumstances were merely an expedient excuse. A lot raced through his mind then. Fear, regret, confusion. They had had no time to adjust, but must jump in. Cornered into things without a pause to enjoy the slow decent into romantic couple hood. Cornered by his parent's dissatisfaction with the child they had been given naturally. His enhanced genes had brought him as much heart ache as joy. But now they didn't matter. The look in those laser blue eyes said that they would love him no matter what. If he was unenhanced, poor, lost, outcast. It was time to take that leap of faith that falling in love was. So he would lose his medical career on DS9 - he could come back. Starfleet command was never static. Now he knew they were out there he could wait for his enemies to lose power, then return. Time enough, and worlds so the old saying went. "Garak, I..." the tailor's heart squeezed painfully in his chest "I will." Now it beat double time and the Cardassian swooned with the rush of blood. Julian moved to support him. "I will, I do." Julian said, and kissed him. Pulling the Doctor into his embrace Garak's mind was already plotting the downfall of several Starfleet commanders. As he kissed lightly each of Julian's closed eyelids, he finalised plans for transferring to the Oleander. As Julian snaked his hand under his shirt and bent to nibble delicately at his neck ridge ideas for their wedding were beginning to emerge. But then his love bit down more firmly, and coherent thought went out the airlock. Clothes were pulled off in a haphazard way, stopping to kiss after each garment hit the ground. When he had enough uncovered, Julian began exploring Garak's chest. He couldn't decide which of Garak's coal black nipples he liked the best and kept changing between them, driving the Cardassian wild. "Oh my dear Doctor," he murmured into his hair, caressing the chestnut curls, "Do it. Do it!" But just what 'it' he meant, not even Garak could have said. Groping behind himself he pulled out a roll of stock material and spilled it onto the ground. By good chance it was a length of thick black velveteen fake fur. It felt soft and inviting as they sank down upon it. Side by side they reached out for each other. With greedy fingers and tongue, Julian examined every scale and exotic ridge on his lover's body. To be treated as a giant jumja treat was a new experience for the Cardassian. And while it didn't have the effect that it would have on, say, another human, the obvious pleasure it gave, and the strong scent of arousal rising from his lover did. Garak was delighted to find he could coax similar arousal from his lover by simply stroking the slender body. Julian's moans began rapidly pulling Garak to the edge. Guiding Julian's hips closer to him, the tailor began thrusting gently against him. With a low growl Julian rolled on top and increased the pressure. Julian's leaking pre cum acted as a lubricant, as they slid together towards orgasm. Garak arched upwards to achieve more friction and came explosively. Julian kissed him deeply, then reached to take his still throbbing erection in hand. Garak took his wrist to stop him and Julian watched in fascination as the Cardassian spent member re armed itself. It wasn't long before the interrupted dance began anew. Julian groaned and sweated, occasionally emitting whimpers of need. With a loud huff he eventually came, the sight and feel of it enough to send Garak after him. They collapsed panting together, the human draped bonelessly over the Cardassian, replete and exhausted. Julian contemplated his future as he waited for his strength to return. He felt the warmth of his cum cool on his belly, mingled with the still warm seed of his lover. It felt right, curiously enough. They could do this. There was nothing the Cardassian's cunning and his own brilliance couldn't overcome. Smiling a little at his own egotism, Julian Bashir slipped into a dreamless sleep. Garak turned his head to regard his slumbering lover. Yes, it would seem that lovemaking did wear human males out. He smiled and chuckled softly. Julian looked so vulnerable right now. A wave of possessiveness built in him, and with it an overwhelming urge to stake his claim by biting down hard on the humans neck. But that would come later, when they were married. When the limits of that soft human skin were found, permission sought and given. Surprised, Garak felt a third, totally unexpected orgasm tear out of him, leaving his body throbbing and relaxed. Just the thought of having this exquisite creature with him for the rest of his life was enough to do that to him. Running a hand over the smooth caramel skin of Julian's hip, Garak also contemplated the future. There was plenty of scheming to be done, both getting them off, and returning them intact to DS9. He would temporarily have to put off his plans for returning to Cardassia. He stopped and considered that thought for a moment. Hmmm. It would seem his home was no longer on Cardassia Prime. It was snuggled securely in his arms, making soft chainsaw noises and drooling on his shoulder. Garak smiled. On a Deep Space Station, or on a mining ship, where ever Julian Bashir called home from now on, so would he. Their future was going to be in each other's arms. |
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