This story is a work of colorful and slashy fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents have been long-standing slaves of Paramount Pictures. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is probably because the author has written too many of these already. Forgive her. 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. Well, not consciously anyway. TITLE: REPTILES AND HUMANS AND HEAT, OH MY! AUTHOR: BGM RATING: NC-17 (for some sexually-explicit contents) PAIRING: Garak/Bashir NOTE: This is an alternate ending to "For the Cause" *thrusting finger in throat and making choking sounds* Sorry ... it's a reflex. --------------------------------------------------------- "So ... what shall we talk about?" Ziyal smiled prettily, opening her mouth to throw in a conversation subject. *Please let it be something intelligent,* Garak thought as he continued smiling his ingratiating smile. *I bet she'll start babbling about the latest doll in the Tabelian collection. Where--* Before he could complete his thought, the door to the holosuite slid opened and heavy, -angry-, footfalls sounded across the tunnel. *Let's just hope it isn't Major Kira ... I really have no time to deal with -her-.* Ziyal and Garak turned to the cave's entrance, following the slender man making his way to their position. The young girl frowned while Garak betrayed the tiniest twitch in his lips. "Doctor! What a delightful surprise. Come to enjoy the heat with us?" Garak asked ingratiatingly. He ignored the glare Ziyal threw him and continued staring at Doctor Bashir, noting that the young man was already sweating from the incredible heat permeating the cave. It gave him a glowing aspect and the Cardassian unconsciously licked his lips. Meanwhile Julian was scowling. "Garak, you and I have to talk ..." he turned and stared daggers at the young girl. "Alone," he quipped. Ziyal turned to Garak to protest but the tailor only waved at her. "I know this is your program, but leave us for a moment." She harumphed ever so slightly as she scrambled off the rock, while Garak remained idly stretched across his place. He gestured at the empty spot next to him when Ziyal was gone. "Care to take her place?" "Right now I can barely move without suffering visions," Julian panted. "How can you stand this heat anyway?" Garak shrugged. "I'm cold-blooded." "Cold-blooded is right," Julian spat, but quickly pulled his anger in check He sighed and glared at the ceiling. "Computer, reduce temperature to tropical levels." He waited a moment, then nodded. "There." Garak looked around, and tilted his head appreciatively. "Not bad." "Now listen to me Garak," Julian barked, moving up near the rock Garak was occupying. "I don't know what it is you're trying to accomplish, but it's not going to work." *It's already working Julian,* Garak smiled, his unflustered appearance fueling Julian's ire. "Ziyal is Dukat's daughter for Gods' sakes, and she's barely an adult! Surely you -have- to see the mistake in this?" Garak looked surprised. "Mistake? Now that -is- surprising. No Doctor, I think my plan is working quite well." "Plan? What plan?" Garak's eyes shone. "Why are you here Doctor?" "To put some senses into you!" "Really?" he purred suggestively. "And that little scene at the springball tournament ... that was also putting some senses into me?" "You're talking in riddles!" "Am I? Doctor, are you familiar with the arousal stage in Cardassian sexual practices?" Even amidst the present steam and darkened ambiance, Garak still noted the sudden flush suffusing the young man's cheeks. "I don't know what you're talking about." "Don't you?" Garak chuckled, climbing off the rock and moving up to the doctor. "Well as a multi-species specialist, you -should- know that Cardassians get very aroused by conflict. And correct me if I'm wrong, but you were doing quite a good job at getting under -my- skin at the tournament. Or was that simple jealousy?" "Garak!" "One way or the other," Garak shrugged. "It was quite clear what your intentions were. And you think because Ziyal is Cardassian and a woman I was actually -attracted- to her? I thought you knew me better than that Doctor." "So this whole deal ..." "Was to see how you'd react," Garak smiled with a hint of triumph. "And I think it worked quite nicely -- don't you?" "So you're not interested in Ziyal?" Garak threw back his head. "Please! As if I would ever commune with a 17 year old girl! Did you really think me so desperate that I would sink that low? I am not inexperienced, -Doctor-," Garak's voice was growing louder. "My wisdom doesn't limit me to mooning over young girls!" "Well I'm sorry but you looked damned good at it!" Garak's eyes glimmered dangerously. "I was the best in undercover operations Doctor, don't you suppose I was able to change personalities at a whim? Even that of a paranoid babbling love-struck fool?" Julian stepped even closer. "I don't know, you tell me," he breathed. "I'll do better," Garak hissed. "I'll show you." He lashed out and grasped the doctor's head, roughly pulling the young man's slight frame against his broader body. "Garak!" Julian cried, clawing against the Cardassian's broad chest. "Garak, what are you doing?" "What I should have done a long time ago Doctor," Garak hissed, hoisting Bashir's body up onto the rock. He pressed his hand on the doctor's chest, pinning him there while his other hand lowered the clasp on the Human's uniform. "Garak please, this is not what--" "You want?" Garak purred, nuzzling his nose against the long slender neck. "I think it's very clear what you want Doctor," he whispered, his hand straying to the undeniable hardness straining against the young man's trousers. "Computer, place privacy lock on holosuite gamma, authorization code Gul Elim Garak terek one." "Acknowledged." Julian stared at him incredulously. "How did you do that? We erased all Cardassian access codes when we arrived ..." Garak's smile was revealing enough. "And mine still works ... imagine that. Let's see what else I can do ... computer, raise temperature to program levels." Julian's eyes widened, and his struggles doubled. "No! Garak, I'll suffocate, I'll burn!" Garak's look was suffering. "Hush now Doctor. It will do no such thing," he chided, resuming his task. Again Julian struggled, causing Garak to become more than mildly annoyed. "Doctor you confuse me. First you make your desire for me quite clear, then you resist me. What kind of -" he broke off curtly and a wicked smile abruptly illuminated his face. "Unless this is what you enjoy ..." he breathed. "A struggle." Julian was now sweating anew, his breath ragged and labored, his tongue darting across his upper lip and tasting the salty droplets. The heat was unbearable. "Garak," he panted, his chest rising beneath Garak's hand, still pressed over him. "This heat ..." "Let it embrace you," he whispered, tugging the uniform down the thin shoulders. "Open yourself to it. You'll see Doctor, it's quite an experience. I won't hurt you," he promised, sliding the black material down the long golden legs, removing the boots before slipping it off completely. "I would never hurt you," he added, yanking the lavender shirt over Julian's weak, unresisting form. "Please," Julian murmured, too crushed by the weight of heat to move. "I can't ..." he shook his head and opened his eyes, finding Garak over him, naked and lustful. How much time had elapsed? Had he passed out? "This heat is killing me," he tried again, his voice slurred, his hands pushing feebly against Garak's scaly chest. Suddenly fascinated by the texture, he lingered his touch, and began a leisure, languid exploration of his own. A low throaty moan resulted from his touch and Julian marveled at the slight reptilian hiss that bordered the sound. He tried to focus, staring up with wonder. "What was that?" Garak opened his eyes, dark blue with lust. "What was what?" "That hiss ..." he said. "I've never heard that before." Garak stared with evident confusion wreathed into his features. "Hiss ..." he promptly brightened. "Oh this you mean," he closed his mouth and the strange reptilian whisper echoed inside the tailor, a fine tremor coursing across his throat. At Julian's evident delight, Garak smiled. "It's usually a reflex brought on by certain stimuli, though most Cardassians do know how to produce it at will. It usually occurs when the subject is very aroused or very incensed." He pressed down, his steely erection brushing insistently against Julian's. Preoccupied with the surrounding heat, Julian hadn't realized just how hard he'd gotten by the turn of events. "Do you want to hear it again?" Garak asked seductively. "Yesssss," Julian hissed, his breath gasping and panting, his hips grinding upward into Garak's groin. "You do change your mind rather quickly, don't you?" Garak chuckled, his voice quickly transmuting into a mounting hiss. The sound intoxicated Julian, encouraging him to bite down harder into the Cardassian's shoulder, increase his caresses, lick everything under his mouth. A thrill of fear and arousal swept through him like wildfire, igniting his passion as he slid up and dove his tongue deep into the tailor's mouth. The heat permeated every inch of his skin, burning him to the core. His mind was fire, his thoughts forced to focus on only one thing at a time. And that thing at the moment was Garak. "Julian," Garak whispered, letting the young man play his body like a harp. "I don't want to force you." Julian peered up at him, gasping at the word, "What?" "I may have appeared somewhat commanding earlier, but that's my way. I truly don't want to hurt you Julian," he added, whispering hot scalding breaths against Julian's scorching skin. "I mean it." "I know," he whispered, stretching his neck to caress the tailor's throat with his tongue. "I trust you," he smiled, looking up affectionately. A low reverberating hiss sounded in response and Julian felt it against his cheek. He smiled blissfully and continued his ministrations until Garak gathered his wits and did his own exploring. "You are so beautiful," he murmured, pausing to examine the young man's features, now glistening with a thin film of sweat. The hair was damp, curled in tight ringlets as though he'd just emerged from the shower. A suddenly wicked idea struck the tailor and he gathered Julian in his arm. "So beautiful and so kind," he added, carrying him to a corner of the cave where a small crevasse was carved into the rock wall, large enough for two people. Large foliage dropped from the top, dripping moisture. "Garak," Julian said absently, his eyelids drooped as he struggled to keep conscious. "What are you doing?" "You'll see ... I believe you'll find this a little more to your taste," Garak explained, his hand reaching sideways to touch a select area of the rock. There was a thin spray of rain at first, than a cascade of cool refreshing water dribbling over their combined bodies. Julian's eyes snapped wide, while Garak closed his own and shivered at the cool touch. "Better?" the Cardassian asked, blinking the water out of his eyes. The smooth waterfall seemed to disappear beneath them, immediately condensed by the contrasting heat around them. Julian rested his head against the rock wall and smiled blissfully. "Oh yes ..." "Good," Garak purred, sliding down the long slender body. When the beckoning bronze sex appeared between his hands, erect and throbbing for Garak's touch, it took no more than a few seconds for the Cardassian to smile and close his lips over the twitching erection. The water snaked around his lips, cooling the heat radiating from Julian's body, arousing him further when the water slid over his own body and caressed his skin with its liquid touch. Julian cried out, his hands flailing to the side as he drowned in sensation. The vibration in Garak's throat seemed to intensify and stimulate his sex even further as the tailor swirled his tongue around his member, his hand stroking the base and following his mouth as he sucked tenderly. Water was pouring everywhere it seemed, washing over his face, down his neck and chest, covering him with a blanket of coolness, overrode only by the intense sensations Garak was providing on his sex. "Garak ..." Julian moaned, his voice strangled as he tried to hold off his climax for a while longer, unable to do so as Garak closed his eyes and encompassed Julian's erection in its entirety. Release was immediate and shattering as Julian thrashed his head to the side, unable to cry out loud enough to pay proper tribute to his release, his hands clawing at the rock behind him. "Oh Gods ..." Julian breathed, panting and totally drained. "Oh dear Gods that was wonderful," he whispered as Garak slid over Julian's body and rested his lips over the young man's. "Thank you," Garak smiled, roving his tongue lazily over Julian's parted lips, air filtering rapidly between their barely joint mouth, water insinuating itself everywhere. "I had a feeling you'd enjoy it," he added, using his hands to caress Julian's narrow chest. "And it's only fair I return the favor," Julian whispered, leaning forth and kissing the tailor deeply. For what seemed like an eternity they simply held each other, touching and caressing, discovering what areas brought the most pleasure to the other while busying their mouths with the tantalizing warmth of the other, the cool water seeping into their mouths not enough to quench their desire or cool their passion. Julian's drenched hand finally wrested itself from its exploration and snaked down the Cardassian's waist. He found the rigid sex and circled one slender hand around it, surprised at its length and thickness. Still kissing the tailor deeply, he began pumping it steadily, the water providing enough lubrication for it to slide smoothly up and down, pausing only to swirl a thumb over the flared head. Garak was moaning helplessly within their joint lips, eyes convulsing shut as Julian stroked him firmly, steadily. The hiss in his throat intensified up to a point where Julian felt it in own mouth. The experience was intensely pleasurable, and Julian tried to ignore the incipient erection hardening his sex anew. At last Garak reached up, his hands pressing against the side of Julian's head as he deepened the kiss, his tongue thrusting in synch with Julian's strokes. An eruption of light and dark, and he was sagging against the doctor, his hands leaning on the wall to avoid crushing the young man entirely. He breathed hard for at least five minutes, recollecting himself from the incredible release Julian had given him. He kissed the young man gratefully, his tongue darting everywhere to collect the water and ease his dry throat. He was mildly aware of the lingering echo of his own voice surrounding them. "Why I did not do this sooner eludes me," Garak whispered raggedly, nibbling at Julian's shoulder. "Well what matters is that we're doing it now. And I plan to explore a lot more than the pleasures of water with you Garak. Why don't we clean up here and go to my quarters?" he asked seductively. "An excellent idea," Garak agreed. Julian smiled and nodded resolutely. "Computer, normal shower stall please." A tiled wall appeared in front of them, a few shower heads lining the top. As Julian turned to the steady spray of sonic waves, Garak pushed abruptly behind him and smiled against his ear. "Though I believe I'm not quite done with you here," he whispered, his hand finding the erection Julian had developed during his previous offering. Laughing, the young man pressed against the cool shower tiles and opened himself once again to the pleasures of Garak's attention. --------------------------------------------------------- Two hours later, Julian and Garak emerged from the holosuite, refreshed and proper. Still giddy from the turn of events, both didn't notice the slight figure hunched over a glass of kanar in the corner. When she saw them descending the spiral stairs, she leapt to her feet and joined them. "Garak! I was wondering where you were. I thought there was some sort of emergency ..." she said quietly, eyeing the young Human warily and wondering why he was so damned happy. "Do you want to continue the program with me?" she asked, offering a sweet smile to Garak. The Cardassian snorted with laughter. He patted her cheek and winked. "You go on my dear. I won't have much use for that program any more. My home is here," he smiled, giving a slight squeeze to Julian's arm. At Ziyal's disappointed face, Garak tipped his head and turned to leave. As he did so, he noticed the half empty glass of kanar on the table and pursed his lips critically. "Be careful with that," he said to her. "Young lady such as yourself shouldn't be drinking such a potent drink," he smiled courteously. When they were walking out of Quark's bar, Ziyal's reproachful glare in their backs, Julian cuddled closer to the tailor. "Why did you tell her that? We might want to use it again," Julian whispered seductively. "What, the program? Oh my dear doctor ..." he laughed. "Don't you think I know how to copy a simple holosuite program from the database? I'll have our very own version of it without Ziyal ever knowing. She can go and shed a few pounds on her own time while *we* indulge in far more interesting activities ..." he suggested, his lips brushing Bashir's cheek in a chaste kiss. Yet there was nothing chaste about the gleam in his eyes as they strode a little faster to the habitat ring. THE END