Abuse
by: BGM 


NOTE: I needed some inspirational relief. If you consider this complete and 
uncreative smut, you're right on target. :)



Julian's head knocked over the bed frame, wincing slightly. His fingers clawed 
through the bed sheets as pearls of sweat beaded his smooth brow. A single choke 
was wrenched from his throat as he was impaled, a mix of agony and ecstasy 
tainting his voice. Oh gods but he craved this. He begged for more, shouting as 
nails scratched down his back, as his own pleasure was ruthlessly pushed aside 
to make way for his lover's fire. He collapsed over the bed, tainted with his 
own blood from the earlier whipping. He cried for more, though for the moment 
his cries were spilling out of his mouth in the form of negations. 

To anyone observing, this was clearly a rape scene. Not just a feigned one ... 
and as it turned out, one WAS observing. 

The door hissed open, unlocked by security codes long forgotten by the DS9 crew 
but never by the Terok Nor computer. Garak burst into the room and rushed to 
Julian's side, flinging the abuser off his precious friend. The man retorted 
with an angry cry, trying foolishly to assail the Cardassian from behind. Garak 
growled and clenched his fists, eyes murderously dark. The Bajoran shied away, 
and finally fled from Julian's quarters. 

Sobbing, Julian was now the one to try and wrest a fight from his friend. 
Pounding over the hard chest, he continued crying. "Why?" he screamed, his voice 
nearly
hysterical. "You have no right to barge in here and-" 

Garak pressed his hand gently over the doctor's mouth and stared without 
blinking into those wide, glassy hazel eyes. "Doctor ... Julian ... please. Calm 
down! I'm
here ..." 

"I don't WANT you here!" Julian cried, wrenching the Cardassian's hand from his 
lips. 

Garak stared incredulously. "You WANTED to be raped then?" he asked, his voice 
edged with anger. "And make no mistake doctor, I distinctly heard you scream no 
several times ..." 

"But that was the whole POINT!" Julian barked, shoving Garak back, shame and 
anger warring over his crimson-hued face. "That's ... That's what I wanted," he 
blabbered, his sobs turning every word into serrated syllabels. 

The Cardassian looked at him with an odd look, his hands curling and uncurling 
into fists. "Julian ..." he whispered. 

Bashir turned away from his friend, shuddering as he pulled blankets over 
himself. "Go away ..." 

"We need to TALK about this Julian ... Look at yourself ... Dear Gul ... you're 
full of bruises." The Cardassian gently took Julian's arms, inspecting the nasty 
cuts and welts adorning his flesh. "Julian, this is not healthy. I would 
understand if this little episode was orchestrated as a game ... but this is 
beyond that isn't it?" 

Julian wrenched his arm away and dipped it into the covers, sobbing over the 
pillow. "You wouldn't understand." 

Garak rolled his eyes to the Heavens, as though to invoke assistance from the 
Deities above. "Julian, please ... LISTEN to who is speaking to you ..." he 
pleaded, shifting over the bed to inspect Julian's face. "I have been the 
abuser. I have known the psychology involved. You don't want this simply for the 
pleasure of it ..." No.  He refused to believe it. Gentle creatures like Julian 
were NOT masochistic. They simply weren't. Sitting by Julian's side, Garak tried 
to ignore his own heat threatening to boil into an embarrassing erection. 

"I SAID you wouldn't understand, so leave me alone," the young man retorted, his 
face buried in the plush pillow. Garak growled and shoved him to the side, 
grasping narrow shoulders and pressing Julian's lithe frame into the bed with 
violence. 

"Now LISTEN to me Doctor," Garak barked, his tone devoid of any of its previous 
care. "You're a healer ... you practice psychology as well as medicine ... try 
seperating fantasy and reality for one moment and LOOK at what's happening ... 
you're covered in welts ... Gul only knows how frequently you permit this ... 
abuse on your person." With a sudden glare, Garak pressed Julian further into 
the bed, pressing close as his desire for the young man warred with his segrated 
sense of honor. "How long?" he hissed sharply, staring back into those 
frightened doe-eyes. When Julian lingered in his response, Garak rose his hand 
to slap him. "How LONG Doctor?" 

"I'd think it'd be obvious ..." he finally replied with a thin voice, his eyes 
closed with celestial fear. A thin sheen of sweat covered his bronze flesh, and 
he never looked more beautiful than he did now. 

Garak let his arm relax, his piercing predatory eyes sweeping round to glance at 
the door. "Well least you could have done is pick a Cardassian to fulfill your 
fantasies," he said quietly, a hint of his usual sardonic twist tainting the 
words. 

"There ARE no other Cardassians remember?" Julian reminded, still shivering 
under the Cardassian's body. Garak looked back, his lips pursed thoughtfully. 
After a moment, he silently begun to shake his head. Julian frowned up at him. 

"What's wrong?" 

Such fear ... such dread at being rejected. Guls but how Garak knew the feeling 
... he had begun to think there was no chance with his beloved Julian, and here 
he had been at the mercy of an evident amateur, closing his eyes and imagining 
the Cardassian in his place. The mere thought of it made Garak want to slap 
Julian again.  All this time ... He opened his eyes and stared down into liquid 
mahogany. "Amateur," he muttered simply, his hand tracing over a few welts in 
explanation. Julian shivered under him. "There ARE ways to fulfill your cravings 
without inflicting physical damage you know," Garak added, and was that an 
offer? The young man opened his eyes, biting his lower lip in child-like wonder. 

"Elim ..." he whispered, tipping his head forward. Garak refused the offer, 
tilting his head slightly, yet enough to make clear he didn't want to be kissed. 
Julian's head fell back against his pillow, a look of utter shame suffusing his 
features. 

"Before we do anything Julian, before we COMMIT to anything ... I want to be 
clear on one thing; no wounds. Ever. I shall not reduce myself into enjoying the 
sight of blood again. I made an oath to myself long ago ... and you're far too 
precious for me to tear ..." he whispered gently, the sapphire of his eyes 
turning loving for a split second before facades were erected. 

Julian nodded greedily, his eyes wide with overwhelming relief. "I promise ... I 
won't ever ask it ..." he said with equal care. "Oh Elim ..." he sighed, bending 
his neck to reach Cardassian lips. Garak made no move, waiting as Julian closed 
his eyes and pressed his lips to his. Pulling back slightly, Julian gave breath 
to a low, anticipatory moan and Garak closed his eyes. Stabbing forward once he 
kissed back before retreating ... then back again for a longer kiss. They dipped 
naturally back over the bed, Julian writhing slowly under the comforting weight 
of Garak's body. The Cardassian was kissing hungrily now, pressing his lips 
bruisingly against Julian's, teeth scraping, tongue possessing his entire mouth. 
Julian was deluged with lust, satisfying his own whims as he tried briefly to 
struggle, groaning when Garak simply slipped his hands over his wrists to keep 
him still. 

No wounds, ever ... but there was pain. Julian hissed into the darkness of his 
quarters, feeling Garak's teeth bite down over the curve of his shoulder, his 
grasp over his wrists tightening with steel talons. Julian was uncontrollable, 
writhing and squirming under his friend ... now his lover's ministrations. He 
was drowning ... he was with Garak and nothing else mattered. When he felt 
himself impaled by the Cardassian's scalding length, Julian let go of his voice, 
and the room filled with his verbal appreciation. Endless gratitude and love 
spilling forth from his lips as Garak rode him without mercy, fucking him with 
precise, stabbing thrusts, cold reptilian hands hooked over his knees to keep 
him still and spread. Julian tore through the linens with his nails, and before 
long he was descending the peak into a warm afterglow which almost never filled 
him during other encounters. 

Garak fell gracefully at his side, his arms wound around the narrow waist and 
his legs wrapped over and under Julian's own. Against his hip, the young man 
could feel the Cardassian's cock, wet and heated though satisfied. Fluttering 
his eyes closed he heard a murmur in his ear, then nothing as sleep invaded his 
consciousness. 

When he woke the next morning, he found his bed empty save for a single collar. 
He held it in his hands, feeling the smooth leather as it bent under his 
explorative fingers. He picked up the note which had been left with it and read 
aloud, "Dear Julian, a gift ... I had it transported here from my quarters. I 
had it all these years ... wanted to offer it to you but never had the courage. 
I'm sorry that the sole reason we were brought together had to be so gruesome, 
and I will stand by my promise: never shall I break your flesh or your heart my 
dear one. But your soul ... your devotion and your loyalty ... these I shall 
break and mould accordingly ... I have such things to show you, my dear. Sleep 
well, I know this is your day off. And watch your back my love, I lurk in every 
shadowed corner." 

Julian smiled, pressed the collar to his chest and let himself fall back into a 
smooth, untroubled sleep. 

END