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 r of 
Paramount 
Pictures.  Copyright (c) 1996 by Paramount Pictures.  
All Rights Reserved. No infringement was meant.  Well, not consciously 
anyway. 
 
 
TITLE:   KISS ME, THRILL ME, TAKE ME! 
AUTHOR:  BGM 
RATING:  NC-17 
PAIRING: Garak/Bashir 
 
WARNING: Since there have been some people anxious about 
         the contents of a story, let me be extra clear 
         with my own little coding: 
 
CONTAINED THEREIN: LUST       (Ergo: Not Romantic) 
                   MUSH       (Ergo: Romantic) 
                   SLASH      (Ergo: M/M) 
                   S-VIOLENCE (Ergo: Small roughing up) 
                   S-CUSS     (Ergo: Small Language) 
 
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I'm so tired I can't get to sleep 
And the squeaking of the bed is right in time with the song repeating in 
my head. 
I just want you to know 
"When I do it, I only think of you" 
 
   -- NIN - Ringfinger 
 
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 He was doing it again.  Eating that damn I'danian spice pudding with 
deliberate sensuality.  It was driving him absolutely mad, and what's 
more, he was certain his companion was aware of it.   
 
 Elim Garak sighed harshly and tried to concentrate at the conversation 
at hand while Julian Bashir lathered his spoon with his tongue, cleaning 
it of the spice pudding with just a hint of taunting in his eyes as he 
stared back at his Cardassian friend.  Garak stared back with the raving 
intensity of a mad man, nearly spitting out the words of his rebuttal.  
"Wouldn't you say, _Doctor_, that Cardassians have no more an idea on 
what is based sexuality than Humans do?"  Oddly enough, their discussion 
had taken a turn into murky waters. 
 
    Julian shrugged as he deposited his spoon in the empty glass holder.  
"Say what you will, a history in observing reactions to sexual torment 
does _not_ constitute a keen understand of what sexuality is."  He 
licked his lips and looked up at his friend with a gleaming look.  They 
could have been discussing Shakespeare and the young man wouldn't have 
looked any more bothered than he looked now. 
 
 "You think we base our understanding on what the interrogators do 
during an inquisition?  Doctor, I'm appalled that you'd even entertain 
such a thought!"  Garak injected just the right measure of surprise in 
his voice, yet inwardly he was fighting a losing battle against himself.  
How dare this Human beauty sit there and sneer at him in the matters of 
sex?  He was older, _vastly_ more experienced than this youth.  Garak 
was insulted.  More than that, his pride had been hurt, and it was a 
deadly struggle trying to do nothing to remedy the situation. 
 
 "Really?" Julian all but purred.  Garak's eyes darkened and he clenched 
his napkin tightly.  "Let's do a little experiment shall we?"  At this 
the Cardassian became less enraged and more attentive.  "Why don't we 
rent the holosuite for a weekend ... we'll make it an interrogation chamber."  
The idea was evidently exciting his doctor friend as he revealed more of it.  
"We'll each think of a secret we've _never_ shared with _anyone_, then take 
turns trying to find out what it is.  One night each.  What do you say?" 
 
 Garak was sure his jaw was touching the table.   "Doctor," he breathed.  
"You would let yourself be handled by _me_ ... a seasoned interrogator, 
within a setting that has been my domain for nearly all my life?"  He was 
pushing down the urge to laugh.  Would it all be so easy?  
 
 Julian nodded, his skin more flushed than usual.  "I trust you Garak." 
 
 The words lanced the Cardassian's heart.  "Oh now ...." he said, 
deliberately shadowing his voice.  "Don't use those words so lightly 
Doctor.  I accept your challenge ... though I completely fail to see the 
connection between this and our prior conversation." 
 
 "Oh there's a connection all right ..." Julian smiled suddenly, 
standing and leaning over the table.  He lowered his voice to a 
seductive whisper, and his eyes bore into his companion with determined 
passion.  "You see, this is a little test ... a test to see which one of 
us is better versed in the matters of the body and sex in general.  
Because it's not torture I'm planning to use as _my_ instruments Garak 
..." he smiled.  "I'm planning on using sex to do it.  And so are you." 
He smiled again, affording a leisurly glance down at Garak's lap before 
he straightened up and left the replimat with his usual unhurried pace.  
 
 The Cardassian had to remind himself to breathe. 
 
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 If Julian Bashir's steps indicated his usual relaxed demeanor, the 
light flush suffusing his skin pointed to an entirely different state of 
being.  Julian Bashir was both aroused and completely embarrassed.  Had 
he just _done_ that?  Proposed a _sexual_ challenge to _Garak_?  The man 
he'd lusted after for nearly a year finally at the tip of his fingertips?  Julian 
was beside himself.  He'd told himself countless times he wouldn't have the 
courage to do it, but then today's unusual conversation had allowed him the 
_perfect_ entry ... so to speak.  He smiled to himself as he stepped into the 
turbolift.  Dax had been right.  He _had_ changed over the years.  Not only 
would he have Garak writhing at his mercy, he'd have the immense pleasure 
of being at the Cardassian's.  

 His smile blossomed into a grin and he whistled the rest of the ride. 
 
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 Garak and Julian arrived at the appointed time dressed accordingly.  
They'd comm-ed one another and agreed on the roles they'd play 
respectively.  In fact, Julian had all but insisted he play the 'victim' 
first.  Garak was to be interrogator for the first night, while Julian 
got the second turn.  In result Garak had dusted off an old Gul's 
uniform, polished his tall black boots and stretched into his tight 
fitting trousers for the occasion.  Julian, on the other hand, had done 
everything to distract the stern interrogator it seemed.  He'd induced 
growth in his hair, leaving them spilled just above the shoulders in 
thick, lush curls.  He was wearing a simple Bajoran tunic - Garak had 
appreciated the thought - and a single earring gleaming in the bright 
spots of the chamber.   Garak tried not to stare too hard as they 
settled into their roles. 
 
 There was an awkward silence before Julian spoke.   "So ... Garak," he 
began, yet he never had the chance to finish his sentence.  The Cardassian, 
still standing, reached across the desk and slapped the young man brutally 
against the cheek. 
 
 "_Gul_ Garak to you, Bajoran.  Here you address your Superiors with 
respect."  There was a smirk on the Cardassian's lips that he couldn't 
quite hide.  He marveled again at his young friend's courage in allowing 
this. 
 
 Julian's eyes shut with the impact, and remained so as he registered 
what had just happened.  He held his bruised cheek with one hand while 
his wide, guileless eyes opened to stare at his interrogator.  How fast 
Garak had slipped into the role ... Julian hadn't quite prepared himself 
for it.  And Garak knew it.  *He slapped you, you idiot ... do 
something!*  "I hardly think that was called for Gar--" 
 
 Another slap, on his untouched cheek.  This time Julian fell to his 
knees with a whimper while Garak watched with smug satisfaction.  "Oh I 
will enjoy this, Bajoran.  Do you know _why_ I am going to enjoy this?  
Because it will permit me to do with you as I please ... all these years..." he 
murmured to himself, and Julian looked up with tears in his eyes.   
 
 "For me too Garak ... but I never wanted to _hurt_ you ..." he wept, 
and that was the only thing that made the Cardassian halt the slap he 
was about to administer.  Poised to hit the young man, Garak stared at 
the sobbing doctor with a scowl.  He let the arm drop, as did his role, 
and his look turned confused. 
 
 "Doctor ... you blatantly challenge me to try and pry one of your most 
valuable secrets out of you, then whimper at the merest slaps.  I don't 
understand you," he sighed with irritation. 
 
 "I said I trusted you," Julian said softly.  "That meant I trusted you 
not to hurt me more than ..." He paused, hesitating over his next words.  
"...Pleasure me.  I wanted this to be equal Garak ... the reason I chose 
the interrogation chamber was for you, but I never meant for you to 
become a ruthless interrogator uncaring of the methods he used ..." 
 
 Garak was beginning to see the picture.  He knelt down at Julian's 
level and stared back into the lovely dark eyes.  After a moment, he 
spoke, his voice softer.  "You never intended for me to be the victim 
did you?  You planned this intricate challenge just so you could feel 
what it was like to give up control ... am I right?" 
 
 Julian nodded hesitantly, looking like a lost child who'd just lost his 
mother from view.  What a contrast to the scene in the replimat, Garak 
thought.  "I ... I thought if I could give you something irresistible 
enough it wouldn't matter if I offered myself in the process.  You'd 
have gone through with it without a second thought.  And I ..." 
 
 "You would have had the chance to be with me without the burden of 
consequences," Garak finished, smiling slightly.  What tangled web these 
Humans spun themselves.   Such delights.  "I must congratulate you Doctor, 
it was a fine plan.  Though you miscalculated on one important aspect ..." 
 
 "Which is?"  The tears were gone, but the eyes were left with longing. 
 
 Garak reached up and cupped the pointed chin with his fingers.  "That 
the only irresistible equation in all your plans and schemes was you my 
dear Doctor.  I didn't understand why you brought up this challenge so 
suddenly ...  even more when you willingly gave yourself a role that would 
have hurt you far more than pleasure you ... had you told me," Garak shook 
his head, then said nothing for a moment.  When he gathered his thoughts, 
he actually laughed.  "And you know what Doctor?  I would have probably 
done the exact same thing to lure you in!"  He leaned in a little more to hug 
his friend tightly. 
 
 Surprised at the gesture, Julian returned the embrace, feeling the hard 
angles of Garak's uniform bite into his skin.   He let his eyes wander about 
the room as they remained quiet, then said,  "You know ... we still have this 
room to play in," he smiled.  Against his shoulder, the Cardassian's eyes 
darkened. 
 
 "You still want to?" 
 
 "Yes ..." Julian breathed.  He pulled back and stared intensely in the 
Cardassian's eyes, drinking up the sight of Garak, pleading him with a 
mute look.  The Cardassian felt the blood rush through his veins.  
"Garak ... Elim," he whispered.  "I want to be yours ... I want you to 
_make_ me yours.  Oh Gods ... I can't even begin to remember how long 
I've wanted you to take me ..." 
 
 Garak looked around the room once.  "In here?  Like this," he motioned 
himself and Julian.  "Julian, that's rape.   It's not love-ma--" 
 
 "It's fucking," Julian said harshly, startling the Cardassian.  "And 
being fucked by you has been on my mind for far too long.  So take me 
Garak ..."  The growl in Julian's throat was emphasized with the look of 
lust he directed the Cardassian.  "I _dare_ you." 
 
 That was it.  Garak snarled with pure animalistic passion and pushed 
the young man back, almost pouncing over him.  Julian gasped at the 
abrupt movement, yet only moaned when the Cardassian eased his weight, 
straddling the impossibly thin waist with his thighs.  "You _dare_ me?" 
he growled, leaning in very close to Julian's face.  His breath was hot 
against the supple lips, and all Julian could think of in that moment 
was just how amazingly detailed the ridges on Garak's face truly were.  
At this distance he could discern the lovely pattern of scales just 
beneath his nose.  Grabbed by an impulse, Julian reached up and bit 
there, taking the opportunity to go lower and kiss those gray, inviting 
lips with his own.   
 
 Garak's question was forgotten as he moaned against those very lips, 
feeling his cock pulsate against the squirming waist of his partner.  He 
rocked himself into a steady beat, stimulating them both as they kissed 
up a fire storm, tongues dueling fiercely for the upper hand.  When 
Garak was through nibbling with the delightfully delicious tongue, 
Julian quickly thrust forward and sucked at Garak's, the steady pumping 
action sensual beyond reason.  Garak closed his eyes in spite of 
himself, splaying his hands firmly against the floor as he let himself 
be kissed so masterfully.  Finally when he could take no more of 
Julian's delightful shifting, Garak rolled over with him, lifting the 
small weight over him.  Julian smiled seductively, his eyelids lowered 
provocatively.  He snaked over Garak's body, letting the angular uniform 
brush over his nipples he'd uncovered, whimpering at each novel 
sensations. 
 
 Naked.  All he could think of was seeing Julian naked.  Already those 
hardened nipples flush with blood was making him dizzy with longing, and 
he needed more.   Loosening his own fastenings with one hand, he tore at 
Julian's tunic, discovering with delight that it fell from his body in just one 
ripping.  Julian gasped, helping in the undressing while Garak reached up 
and sucked at a nipple, capturing it between his teeth with animal fervor.  
The momentum brought him forward into a sitting position, so he simply 
completed the movement and grabbed Julian's wrists as he stood.  
Hoisting him to his feet, Garak growled menacingly.  "Mine," he snarled.  
"You no longer have the luxury of choice, you were mine the minute you 
dared me ..." he hissed.  Julian only smiled, the taunting still in his 
eyes. 
 
 "No Garak.  I was yours the minute I met you ..." Garak purred his 
approval as he twirled the doctor around, pushing him at the same time.  
He landed over the smooth, cold desk, wincing at the abrupt fall.  
Stepping back Garak began to strip of his uniform, his smile cutting and 
lustful.   Julian only moaned softly, writhing over the chilly surface.   
Garak cocked his head and licked his lips, a sudden idea lighting his 
eyes. 
 
 "My dear little Terran," he purred, discarding the heavy breast plate 
of his uniform.  "I want you to make a show for me ... pleasure yourself 
for my entertainment Terran," Garak smiled wickedly. 
 
 Julian blushed fiercely, closing his eyes as he reached down to touch 
his aching erection.  Garak frowned and lightly tapped Julian's leg.  
"Open your eyes.  Look at me when you come." 
 
 Long lashes lifted, revealing gleaming amber eyes.   Julian swallowed, 
feeling a sheen of perspiration covering his skin as he held his cock a little 
tighter.  He moaned at the touch, twisting his hips sensually.  Garak let out a 
long breath, watching the Human beauty move with such bewitchment.  
Those pouting lips parted, filtering air quickly as the long slender golden 
hand increased pace, pumping steadily over the engorged sex.  Garak stared 
intently, capturing every subtle movement, eyeing his Terran delight climb 
the peak of pleasure with a slow, seductive pace.   Garak scarcely noticed 
that he'd stripped completely and that his own cock jutted furiously forward, 
demanding attention.   Julian was reaching oblivion, thrashing his head back 
as he lifted his hips, one hand reaching over his head to grab the edge of the 
desk.  His eyes were still opened, focused on Garak like a mad man, the 
color in them a swirl of gleaming lechery.  The Cardassian grabbed hold of 
his own cock, just squeezing it and fighting the urge to get off at the same 
time as his beloved.     
 
 Finally, in a shout laced with Garak's name, Julian came, the impulse 
to close his eyes almost overwhelming.  He didn't however, and the 
sensation was that much more intense.  "Gods ... Garak ..." Julian 
panted, slowly recovering his senses.  "Oh Garak ..." Julian sighed, 
looking down to just how tightly Garak was holding himself.  Smiling, he 
hopped off the desk and walked to the Cardassian, offering his hand he'd 
used to bring him pleasure.  Garak growled animalistically and grabbed 
it, lapping at Julian's essence with small bestial noise, licking and 
sucking each delicate finger.  When he was done he snarled and pulled 
Julian to him in one ferocious stroke, kissing the Human with all his 
passions.  Julian moaned against the textured lips, drowning in the 
Cardassian's attention. 
 
 Struck with a sudden urge, Julian walked forward, forcing Garak back 
until the Cardassian was touching the low rafters in one corner of the 
room.  He frowned and Julian smiled wickedly, grabbing one wrist and 
locking it in one of the rafters' cuffs.  He did the same with the 
other, while Garak stared without anger, suspecting what the young man 
was planning. 
 
 "Hmmm ... now you'll have to take pleasure without having to think 
about anything else," Julian purred.  Garak smiled lecherously. 
 
 "I have no objections over that," he hissed, his head reaching forward 
as he meant to lick the young man's lips.   Julian danced back, leaving 
Garak to lap at thin air.  He growled and twisted against his restraints.   
 
 Julian winked seductively.  "I said you don't have to think about 
anything else.  I meant it.  Now enjoy," he murmured, reaching with his 
hands to touch the Cardassian's hips.  He could feel heat seeping to his 
fingers, darkening the scales as they flared beneath his hand.  Julian 
sighed.  Garak was so intoxicatingly alien ... so exotic.  He leaned 
forward and closed his eyes, his tongue reaching out to touch 
experimentally at the texture of Garak's chest.  The gesture was 
rewarded with a sigh, and so he continued, letting his tongue roam 
freely across the intricate patterns that made up Garak's flesh.  He 
traced the delicate ridge which snaked down to his stomach, flaring into 
a lovely fork just above the rise of his pelvis bone.  He took the 
right, nibbling the ridge with his teeth as he teasingly went around the 
aching erection.   
 
 Garak leaned his head back, growling steadily as he twisted his hips, 
rocking them against frustratingly thin air.   Julian giggled to himself, 
licking back the way he'd came.  He reached up until he was sucking at the 
dark, pulsating neck ridges.  He felt Garak's breath over his head, hot and 
demanding.  He smiled and bit forcefully on a particular scale, prying a 
whimper from the Cardassian.  Satisfied, Julian continued, finding a scaly 
road that traced back down.   Soon he was on his knees, admiring the hard 
sex that pointed to him with longing.  Julian cupped the balls beneath it with 
gentle fingers before leaning forward and paying due attention to Garak's 
need. 
 
 The world flashed for a moment in front of the Cardassian's eyes.  He 
nearly shouted as Julian wrapped his delightful lips over his cock, a 
stab of heat and wetness that invaded his whole body.  He slumped down, 
moaning eagerly as Julian took Garak's cock as far as it would go, 
remaining there as he massaged the hard flesh with his throat.  When 
Garak risked a glance downward, catching the sight of Julian lost in 
passion with those long lashes brushing his golden cheek and his own 
cock held tightly by those pouting lips, it was too much.  The 
Cardassian cried aloud, rocking his hips forward as he came fiercely 
inside his beloved's mouth.   Caught unaware, Julian opened his eyes in 
surprise and swallowed quickly lest he choked.  More surprising was the 
fact Garak's cock hadn't even softened a notch.      
 
 "Get these off!" Garak growled suddenly, rattling the rafters as he 
strained against his cuffs.  Julian scrambled up and did as told, 
staring back in the Cardassian's burning eyes. The second Garak was free, 
Julian found himself backed against the desk, turned fiercely and bent over 
the hard edge.  He stifled a groan and reached up instinctively, grabbing 
hold of the desk's edge with tight fingers.  He felt cool hands part his 
buttocks, a thumb touching his puckered ass.  He moaned, closing his eyes 
tightly.  He felt so vulnerable, so opened ... and also the stirrings of his own 
cock.  As he waited expectantly, he felt a novel feeling ... a wet tongue 
lathering his balls.  Pressing his forehead tightly against the cold surface, 
Julian tried not to be overwhelmed with the sensations Garak was 
offering him. 
 
 Garak, for his part, was partially kneeling on the floor, licking 
Julian's delicate balls, tracing back to lather the puckered ass 
generously.  He stood and bent over Julian, watching the tightly closed 
eyes as they shifted and tightened with his ministrations.  He smiled 
and stabbed two fingers passed the taut ring of muscle in one stroke, 
prying the scream he'd wanted to hear for so long.  Julian arched his 
back and parted his legs, moaning at the sharp pain.  "Garak ..." 
 
 "Gul Garak," the Cardassian sneered, placing one hand against the small 
of Julian's back and prying another finger into his ass.  The young man 
whimpered, thrashing his head and bucking against Garak's offending 
touch. 
 
 "Gul Garak ..." he panted.  "Please, you're hurting me ..." 
 
 "Am I?" Garak snarled.  "Shall I fuck you with my  fist and show you 
_real_ pain?" he hissed. 
 
 Julian's eyes widened with real fear and he shook his head violently.  
"No ... no Gul, please ..." 
 
 Garak smiled smugly, stroking Julian's back yet keeping a restraining 
pressure over it.  He eased his fingers from Julian's ass, running his 
nails over the soft pliant skin of Julian's backside.   "Hmm ... you're 
right.  A fist is so impersonal after all ... maybe this," he purred, 
brushing the puckered entrance with the blunt of his cock.  Julian 
moaned, feeling incredibly excited. 
 
 "Yes ... please," he whispered, his fingers tightening over the edge of 
the desk.  "I need you," he whimpered. 
 
 And in one blinding stroke, Garak had pushed inside.   With only the little 
saliva Garak had left on his ass and the Cardassian's natural lubricant to 
help the way.  The pain was excruciating, but the pleasure was inexorable.  
"Oh ... Gul, yes!" he cried, pushing back insistently. 
 
 Garak's hands closed over Julian's hips, rocking in time with him, 
smiling ecstatically.  Oh yes, this is what he'd craved for ... a chance 
to take the young man in _his_ domain, taking him, fucking him ...  
 
.... raping him. 
 
 Garak swallowed hard and paused, his eyes becoming lucid.  Beneath him, 
Julian growled in frustration, bucking against the Cardassian.  "Gul!  
Please!" 
 
 "No ..." he whispered.  "It isn't right ..." he choked.   He bent forward, 
wrapping his arms around Julian's thin frame and kissing the delicate ear.  "I 
love you too much for this," he added, then turned to the side.  "Computer, 
Change program to Garak/sg/23."  Before Julian's confused eyes, the desk 
changed into a lush bed surrounded by flowing drapery.   
Over him, Garak smiled and began to rock with Julian, initiating a 
rhythm Julian soon caught.  Together, with a stream of bright sunlight 
embracing them, they came with mingled cries, vowing love, eternity and 
devotion in each other's arms. 
 
THE END