This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either 
products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to 
actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.   
 
STAR TREK: DEEP SPACE NINE is a Registered Trademark ® of Paramount 
Pictures. 
Copyright (c) 1996 by Paramount Pictures. All Rights Reserved. No infringement 
was meant. 
 
"A 'Fitting' Revenge" copyright (c) 1996 by BGM - NC-17 
 
Note 1) I strongly recommend you read "Release of Tension" first to understand this 
one. 
 
Note 2) This has a bit of bondage, but it's still in keeping with G/B's spirit :-) 
 
~~~ 
 
A week had gone by since Elim Garak's 'medical examination' on Julian Bashir.  
None had spoken about it afterwards, nor had they pursued the possibilities.  After 
all, Julian had been intensely caught up in his own embarrassment at being found 
out, while Garak . . . well, Garak simply went along Julian's wishes as always.  If the 
young man had no apparent desire to repeat, or talk about it, then so be it.  At least he 
had the memory of a most enjoyable experience to cherish; which was already more 
than what he'd had before. 
 
As for Julian, the young doctor found things returning to normal at last in his 
infirmary.  He couldn't count the instances where he'd caught a nurse snickering to 
another, or the amused glances they threw at him whenever they thought he wasn't 
looking.  It had been deeply distracting, and a tad humiliating.   
 
Yet now, things were as they were -- for the exception of that delightful new memory 
of Garak playing doctor with him.  Of all the things that could've happened that day, 
Julian had never expected the Cardassian to embroil him in a sexual fantasy.  But he 
had to admit . . . it'd been nothing short of exceptional.  And Julian was intent on 
repaying him for his kindness.   
 
It had taken him a week, but he was now ready, armed with a plan in mind and a 
very smug grin on his face. When his shift ended, the young man stopped by his 
quarters, replicated a few things, then walked very determinedly to Garak's quarters. 
 
~~~ 
 
"Just a moment . . ." Garak called, surprised that his door had chimed.  Who in Frigid 
Oblivion could that be?  At this hour?  He stalked into the den, acutely aware that he 
hadn't had the presence of mind to throw on a shirt. Cool air collided with his bare 
chest, and he shivered unconsciously as he pressed his palm on the door release.  
 
"Doctor!" he exclaimed, eyeing the young man outside his door, covertly studying the 
cool smile on his face and the several items clutched in his hands.  Were those spools 
of thread?  He frowned promptly.  "What are you doing here at this hour?" 
 
"Why Mr Garak! You know full well that my schedule was full," Julian explained 
professionally, pushing past the Cardassian to reach the room.  "This was the only 
time I could fit you." 
 
Garak stood by the still open door, his face completely puzzled. "Doctor, what in 
Great Gul's name are you talking about?"  
 
Julian dropped the array of spools and bolts on the floor and folded his arms 
contemptuously.  "Mr Garak, have you forgotten that you ordered a suit yesterday?  
Don't make your tailor annoyed now.  I went to a lot of trouble to clear my schedule 
for your fitting."    
 
A wicked gleam suddenly shone in Garak's eyes.  "Well . . ." he said smoothly, 
stepping away for the door to close.  "I wouldn't want my 'tailor' to get annoyed, now 
would I?" 
 
Relieved that Garak had caught on so quickly, Julian nodded and motioned him to 
step forward.  The Cardassian obeyed quickly, and soon found himself face to face 
with his 'tailor'.  
 
"These are nice," Julian complimented, tugging possessively at Garak's form fitting 
black trousers.  "Rigelian silk . . . comfortable as well I gather. . ." 
 
Garak smirked. "My former tailor made these for me. He certainly had taste, didn't 
he?" 
 
Julian glared up at him.  "Mmh.  Well we'll just have to make sure I'm good enough 
to prevent you from seeing another tailor, shall we?" 
 
Breathing a little harder, Garak nodded his assent. "By all means, tailor.  I'm ready 
for my fitting." 
 
Julian smiled coquettishly and began circling Garak, pursing his lips critically as he 
stared at the Cardassian's solid frame.  
 
"I see you haven't brought a tailor's kit," Garak remarked casually, standing 
motionless as Julian turned languidly around him. 
 
The young man waved a hand, intent on his scrutiny. "I prefer unconventional 
methods. Scanners can be so impersonal.  I go by hand ..." he purred, emphasizing 
the last word with a squeeze to Garak's ass. 
 
The Cardassian's breath caught in a gasp.  "How delightful," he managed. 
 
"Besides," Julian whispered, raking his fingernails down Garak's scaly bare back.  "A 
tailor has to establish a strong relationship with his customer if he wants to get a 
reputation, no?" 
 
Garak closed his eyes and quivered under Julian's warm slender hands. "Of course," 
he rasped.  Immobilized by arousal, Garak kept his eyes closed as he heard Julian 
search for something amidst the things he'd brought.  Then with a slight hiccup of 
surprise, he felt a thin measuring tape snake across his waist.  With a harsh tug, 
Garak found himself pressed tightly against Julian's body, the harsh rise and fall of 
the young man's chest pushing at his back.  Resting his head back on the narrow 
shoulder, Garak felt the Human's warm breath against his neck as Julian freed one 
hand to snake inside the Cardassian's trousers.  Moaning as the hand found his 
incipient erection, Garak rocked his hips hard to display his urgent need.          
 
"The customer is impatient," Julian whispered sensually in his ear, quickly nibbling 
at the odd shape.  "But since he's such an attractive creature,  I think the tailor is 
willing to push his professionalism aside for this one occasion . . ." 
 
Garak groaned loudly and turned inside Julian embrace, plucking the tape from his 
hands and throwing it aside.  "The tailor is too generous," he hissed, bending forward 
to lick the exotic bend of Julian's neck.  His hands moved to unfasten the young 
man's uniform, but Julian's harsh look stopped his movement.   
 
"Huh huh," he uttered with a shake of the head.  "You took me fully clothed, now it's 
-my- turn.  Turn around."    Pleasantly surprised at the young man's audacity, Garak 
complied happily, moving forward to brace himself on the wall.  "And don't turn 
around till I tell you too,"  Julian added.  Breathing heavily, Garak waved his hand to 
express his reassurance.   
 
"Now ..." he said after a moment.  "Put your hands above your head," Julian hissed 
from behind, his footfalls against the plush carpet getting unmistakably closer to the 
Cardassian.  Garak closed his eyes and smiled against the wall.  He casually reached 
above his head, as though he was placing them of his own will.  Julian's warm 
slender fingers covered them, pushed at them to keep them there and proceeded to tie 
a narrow piece of fabric around the Cardassian's wrists.  "You'll find I'm quite 
vindictive when I want to," he whispered in the tailor's ear, emphasizing his words as 
he jerked harshly at the material to reinforce the knot.  Every part of his body was 
pressed against the Cardassian's, his uniform rubbing harshly against Garak's bare 
back.  He stifled a moan as Julian went on, "And believe me -- you will pay very 
dearly for making me embarrassed in front of my staff."  With what he swiveled the 
Cardassian on his heel, pushing him flush against the wall with surprising strength.   
 
Garak widened his eyes at him, clear surprise dancing in his ice blue eyes.  "Juli--" 
 
"Ah ah!" Julian snapped.  "Call me sir." 
 
Garak's tied hands came down and the first hint of anger flared across his eyes.  "I 
will not."  
 
Julian looked equally brazen.  He'd read up on Cardassian practices before 
committing himself to Garak's little fantasy, and he knew how far to push this.  A 
wave of inexplicable desire filled his groin, knowing that debate and argument were 
the first steps to arousal for the Cardassian.  He smiled.  Garak wanted conflict?  He'd 
-get- conflict.   
 
"You -won't- call me sir?"  Julian asked, unfazed by this little obstacle in his 
seduction.  He smiled and shrugged.  "Whatever suits you Garak.  But without 
calling me sir, you won't be getting your hands on me, that's a promise.  I don't need 
to tie you down ... you're already bound by your desires for me."  He toyed playfully 
with the front of his uniform, opening and resealing the front seam with a seductive 
look in his eyes.  "Are you sure you want to throw this away?"  He finally unsealed 
the whole front of his uniform and let it crumple at his waist as he freed his arms.  He 
quickly slipped the lavender shirt off before twirling it at his side.  "Now, my dear 
customer.  Either you get a fitting, or I leave.  Which is it?"    
 
Garak was hardly breathing by now.  In all his dreams he never expected Julian to do 
-this-.  To playact -his- fantasy.  Swallowing, he closed his eyes and nodded.  "A 
fitting, -sir-." 
 
Julian threw aside the shirt and marched toward his client.  "Splendid," he smiled, 
grabbing another piece of fabric from the heap of things.  He slipped it around his 
neck and forgot about it as he closed into Garak's personal space. He pursed his lips 
and noticed the trousers still hung on Garak's frame.  "You do realize we can't have 
this in the way," he purred, yanking the silk pants downward, and effectively, off the 
Cardassian.   
 
He glanced up,  promptly gasping as the Cardassian's fabulous erection was revealed 
to him.  A week ago, lost in the ecstasy of the moment, Julian hadn't caught a good 
glimpse of the tailor's riches.  Now he was face to face with the Cardassian's sex, and 
he smiled lewdly as he looked up at Garak.  "You take my breath away, Elim."     
 
Moaning at the tender words, Garak lolled his head against the wall and sighed 
dreamily when Julian began to caress him lovingly.  The sigh quickly transmuted into 
a cry when he felt himself being enveloped within the young man's hot mouth, a 
coarse tongue roving over and between the scales lining his shaft.  He bit his lips in 
utter ecstasy, his hips thrusting lightly, his fingers intertwining possessively within 
Julian's dark curls.  
 
When Julian had trained his mouth to accommodate the entire length of Garak's 
shaft, he began pulling and sucking harder, encouraging the Cardassian to thrust his 
hips more, moaning his delight when Garak cupped the back of his head to push 
further.  At last he took it to the back of his mouth and squeezed the leathery thighs 
as Garak spilled his essence down his throat.  The Cardassian cried his name aloud, 
holding Julian's head firmly, then stroking it absently as he slowly rode down the 
peak of his climax.   
 
His chest heaving from the incredible orgasm, he let himself slide down the wall to 
meet Julian at his level.  Their lips locked passionately and Garak became instantly 
aware of his lover's unsatisfied condition as his tied hands roamed over the slender 
golden body in their limited capacity.  Julian smiled against him, sliding a hand 
possessively down Garak's chest, caressing his way to the now limp sex.  There he 
circled it, giving it a hard squeeze which caused it to stir.  Garak gasped and focused 
wide dilated eyes at him.  Julian leaned in and whispered, "Tell me what you want 
Garak,"  he murmured, sliding the fabric from his neck and pressing it against the 
Cardassian's eyes.  
 
Garak let out a whimpering moan.  " ... inside me," he muttered, ducking his head as 
Julian's hand stimulated him beyond reason.  His sex swelled inside Julian's hand, 
hardening at the anticipation of what Julian was offering him.  
 
"What was that?" Julian asked coyly.  "You want -me- inside you?  Did I hear you 
right?" 
 
Garak lifted his chin and ran his tongue blindly across the narrow golden chest. 
"Yes," he breathed.  "Fuck me Julian ... now."  Julian grinned and led the tailor to the 
rest of the material, pushing him lightly amidst the colorful heap.  Garak groaned and 
rolled onto his hands and knees, his fingers curling into the soft fabrics. 
 
Julian took a moment to admire the enticing picture Garak's ass offered, then looked 
around for a lubricant as he discarded the rest of his uniform.  When Garak guessed 
his intent, he bowed his head.  "Julian, now, please.  You don't need any help, I like it 
hard ..." he squirmed and sweat broke out all over the tailor's body even before Julian 
lay a touch on him.  "Drive into me, pound into me Julian," Garak was muttering.  
"Now!" 
 
"I don't want to hurt myself," Julian chided. He dabbled at Garak's belly, gathering 
enough lubrication for himself.  "But you like it hard?"  he breathed,  "You'll get it 
hard," he grunted, grasping the smooth leathery thighs and plunging into the tailor's 
heated depths.  Both cried out loud, Garak collapsing under his weak arms and 
burying his face in the cloth as he twisted and coiled the material around him.  Julian 
gritted his teeth, his hands turning into claws as they gripped the thighs for support, 
an anchor to reality.      
 
"That's it," Garak hissed, sweat dampening his blindfold as Julian brushed away the 
stars in his vision and began to move.  Both men moaned their delight, writhing 
against the other and creating a beautiful sensual dance;  silver mingling with gold, 
both losing themselves to the other.  Gathering enough wits to control his thrusts, 
Julian pulled out and reentered swiftly, hard and deep, impaling the tailor up to the 
hilt.  A groan emanated from the sheets, muffled as Julian repeated the thrusts, 
dissolving the lull between each as he increased the tempo.   
 
"That's it, fuck me hard, just like--just like that,"  Garak snapped his eyes wide, 
colors streaking his vision despite his blindness to reality as Julian thrust one last 
time, emphasizing his release by gripping the tailor's rock hard erection, pumping it 
madly as he emptied himself in Garak. 
 
"Oh yes," Garak spoke his pleasure, his voice broken by sobs so much his ecstasy 
was high.  His mind promptly focused on the slender arms wrapped tightly around 
his waist, stroking his hardened erection to a climax mirroring the young man's.  He 
then felt the hot essence spilling into him,  and the mere realization that his precious 
Julian was so completely joined to him triggered his own release.  In a shattering cry, 
both Garak and Julian came, tightly wound together in comfort and love.    
 
When their minds slowly focused on reality, both found themselves sprawled on the 
floor with every limbs in contact with the body next to them, the fabric carelessly 
draped over and under their exhausted forms.  Sighing his appreciation, Garak slid 
his blindfold off and tightened his grip as he languidly kissed his beloved doctor to 
sleep.  He glanced down and realized his hands were no longer bound, the thin fabric 
torn during the height of his passion.  He smiled and looked up to find the doctor 
staring at him affectionately.     
 
"Thank you," he whispered tenderly, pushing aside the damp curls from the young 
man's forehead.  Julian mumbled appreciatively and managed to press even closer 
into Garak's arms.   
 
"You're quite welcome Elim . . ." he sighed contentedly, eyes closed and a smile on 
his lips as his mind drifted to pleasant dreams. 
 
THE END