Title:          See What Happens When You Have Olivia, Sophie, and 
                Charlene In Chat, and Tired
                OR 
                Too Hot for Odo's Monitors!
Writers:        BGM, Olivia Monteith, and Charlene Vickers
Series: DS
Rating: NC (m/m sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism)
Codes:  G/B, S, O
Archive:        Yes, unless either Olivia or BGM say otherwise

Editor's Note: I've corrected the normal Chat-related spelling 
typos and formatted this for posting, but otherwise I haven't 
made any changes. We wrote this in chat last night; enjoy!
If you want to send feedback, brickbats, etc. you can email me 
at cvickers@internorth.com and I'll send it on.

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The Promenade was unusually quiet that evening; few people were
seen on the Promenade, and few shops were opened.  It was the
perfect time for Elim Garak to indulge in his favorite activity
... He was watching the infirmary, waiting to see the long legged
figure of the youthful doctor emerge.  

His thoughts returned to the previous evening as he waited.  He
really shouldn't have done what he had done - he knew the good
doctor would have difficulty facing him now.  He remembered how
the doctor's eyes had grown wide and round, how his body grew
taut, and trembled as he was pressed against the wall by the
larger man.  He had been afraid, even shocked; but Julian had
been aroused as well, and Garak was not one to let such a thing
pass.  

He sighed softly as he watched the entrance, no sign of the good
doctor.  He really did want to collect on the rest of his ... ah
... due, and decided that he wouldn't let a thing like silly
Human inhibitions stop him tonight.

He returned to his memories, how the doctors body had felt, the
way his smell had lingered on the finely tailored tunic that
Garak had been wearing, the overwhelming excitement he had felt
when he saw how afraid, and yet excited Julian had been. He had
known then, the doctor was not adverse to possibilities.  He knew
that he had to give himself time to cool off, before he pushed
things too far, and Julian would become too fearful. 

"Waiting for someone?"

He spun around to find Julian standing behind him, leaning
against a pylon, chuckling.

Julian shook his head, his arms folded primly.  "Garak, I hadn't
figured you for a stalker."  His face became a parody of shocked
anxiety, "Should I be considering a call to Constable Odo's
office?"

"Doctor! What a pleasant surprise! I was just thinking about you,"
he said covering his start.

"I'm sure you were."

"I was wondering if you'd like to have dinner with me tonight.
Perhaps we can discuss --"

"Actually, I was thinking of another form of.... diversion," the
doctor answered, lowering his lashes seductively.

Garak straightened up solemnly, his eyes shining a little too
brilliantly at this suggestion.  "Well my dear doctor ...
whatever you have to ... 'say' to me, or whatever form of
diversion you plan for us, I'm sure we can have at it right
here," he said, trying to catch the young man off-guard.

"I'm sure we can," Bashir murmured, his hand against Garak's
chest pressing him into the wall, trapping him. "You'd like an
audience, wouldn't you?" They were nose to nose, eye to eye. "I
can tell."

"Why, Doctor, I didn't know you had it in you, although I must
say, I'd like to see more in you." he said, eyes twinkling with
pure lust.

A long, golden hand reached up and unzipped the front of his
uniform as he played the verbal dance with the Cardassian.  He
undid the turtleneck as well, revealing the graceful curve of his
neck.  Garak unconsciously licked the side of his lips, then
caught himself.  He needed focus ... he needed the upper hand.  He
would not be so easily tamed by the seductive prowess of a young
beauty like Julian Bashir ...

"My dear Doctor, unless you want to become the object of
malicious gossip, I suggest we take this to a more personal
venue."

"Let them gossip," Bashir growled.

"But don't you think --"

"Shut up. And what's wrong with this place?" the human asked
maddeningly. "Haven't you ever had a fantasy about exhibitionism?
We could step back into the doorway here. No one is around, and
the thought of getting caught is very... arousing. Wouldn't you
like for me to suck you off within view of our table in the
replimat?" he asked daringly.

It was getting increasingly difficult to breathe.  Garak didn't
mind the gossip - couldn't care less what was said about him. 
But this was Julian.  Julian who had a career, friends ... and
just about who gave a damn at this moment?  The Cardassian hissed
under his breath and advanced on the young man.  "Very well, if
you're feeling so daring, why should I not take advantage?  Hmm
...?  Of that sweet, nubile body of yours, mine for the taking
... how would you like that?  How would you like me to take you
right here, with anyone prone to watch or arrest us ...?"  Garak
smiled viciously.

Julian slipped his hand down from Garak's chest, tantalisingly
over the smooth belly, to rub slowly, torturously over the large
erection forming in the thick trousers.  "I would like that very
much," he said wickedly. Darting quick glances in either
direction, he sank to his knees as he slipped Garak's heavy cock
out of confinement.  His lips tentatively brushed the tip.  
"Mmmm...you taste *so* good...." he moaned.

Garak threw his head back, all coherent thought fleeing from his
desire-filled mind.  His hands reached down to wrap into the
thick curls of Julian's hair, letting go of a soft groan.  He was
about to thrust his hips a bit when ....

"What the HELL is going on here???"

Bashir pulled away and looked up into the reddening face of his
superior officer. "The medical term, Captain, is fellatio. I
normally call it a blow job. Now, if you'll excuse us..." and he
returned to Garak's aching member.

"Care to join us, Captain?" the tailor smirked.  

Captain Sisko simmered quietly and tried to decide on the best
course of action while two of the station's inhabitants continued
about their business.  

Garak closed his eyes, murmuring his approval.  "You should
really try it, my dear Captain - it's really quite relaxing, the
way he does it."  Julian, his mouth full of flesh, gave a muffled
response that sounded like, "Oh eah, o 'on mffsld!"

*Damn!* Sisko thought as he realised he was developing quite a
healthy boner.  He shifted from one foot to the other, trying
desperately to hide it.  He needn't, they were definitely *not*
paying any attention to him.

Suddenly Garak grimaced, his fingers digging into Bashir's 
shoulders. "Oh-oh-oh yes right there right there yes yes yes ..."
The unbearable tension broke; he cried out in ecstasy as he
filled Bashir's mouth with hot semen.  Exhausted, he slid down
the wall to join his lover on the floor.

*I need a life,* Sisko thought, as he shook his head and turned
away to find the nearest security officer.

"Oh, Captain?" Garak called out after the retreating Sisko. "If
you'd like to continue watching," he said, his hand on Julian's
crotch, "we're not quite done yet."

Sisko swallowed nervously and beat a hasty retreat, thinking that
he didn't need a tailor to un-tighten his pants at the crotch
area.  

"Oh pooh, he left," Julian pouted, his words trailing off into a
moan as Garak aggressively took hold of his erection. 

"You little slut," the Cardassian growled.  "You enjoyed that,
didn't you?"

"Yes!" he hissed. "Please, please do me before they come back 
and arrest us. I don't have any penal fantasies."

"No, just penile ones, as far as I can tell. Now stand up."

Julian stood eagerly, and the tailor hastily unfastened his
pants, and pulled his organ free of the confining material. 
Without pause he slipped his mouth over it as far as he could,
sucking forcefully, and was soon rewarded by a loud cry and the
taste of human cum. They were both recovering, when they heard
the familiar gravely voice of Odo behind them.  

"Gentlemen, please. I have monitoring devices in Mr Garak's 
rooms if you like to have an audience."

"No, that's okay, Odo," Bashir panted out.  "We prefer a live
audience.  Did you enjoy it?"

The security officer rolled his eyes. "Humanoids."

****