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: PARADOX AUTHOR: BGM RATING: PG-13 PAIRING: Garak/Bashir/Authors -------------------------------------------------------------- "Julian, what was it you wanted to tell me? It sounded urgent ..." Elim Garak stood incredulously at the sill of Julian's quarters, wondering what the emergency was all about. Across the wide room, Julian was frowning over his terminal. "Oh Garak, it is," Julian agreed, gesturing his friend forward. "Come take a look at this." Curious, Garak moved to Julian's side and peered over his shoulder. His intent blue eyes followed the words on the screen, disbelief slowly etching itself on his features. "You wrote this?" Julian looked appalled at the suggestion. "Of course I didn't! I found this in the old Terran databases Starfleet sent me. I needed some medical files from 20th century Earth, and since the information was pretty much mixed with everything else, they sent me a whole century's worth of information. And -this- is among some of the things I found." "But ..." Garak frowned, trying to make sense of the situation. "This is us. These people were writing about us 300 years before we were even born!" "Exactly. And that isn't the worst part. Most of what was written on us was ... sexual." A quirk lifted Garak's mouth. "Sexual you say? Like this?" he waved at the screen. He bent forward and narrowed his eyes in concentration as he read aloud: //'I know you want me too. I know you want to lose yourself in me. But are you man enough to do it, Elim?" he said as calmly as he could, one corner of his mouth lifting in a smile. "Ooh, was that a dare, Julian?" Garak asked breathlessly; leaning over Julian's lithe body and just touching his opening with his slick erection. His lips nibbled at the doctor's neck, feeling him shiver under him.'// "Oh my," Garak whispered, feeling a sudden stirring at his groin. "That certainly is graphic." "You think this was graphic? I found a whole damn repertoire of fiction like this on us. This woman ... Jennifer Shipp; she wrote nearly 30 stories revolving around us. I read most of it; you would not -believe- what she made us go through. I'll download one called Barriers for you to let you know what I mean." Garak was deeply interested now. He sat on another chair and approached Julian's console, scanning the screen with bright blue eyes. "Is there more?" "Oh yes," the young man nodded, calling up more. "There's another author called Sophie Masse. She's done over 40 stories, though most of them are short graphic ... romps I guess they used to call them. Garak," he whispered, looking up. "She even wrote us having a child." "What imagination," chuckled the Cardassian. "You want imagination? You should read the different ways they've described you. One Karen Colohan gave you a spicy scent, some made your ridges go everywhere while others limited them. Though every one of them had you hung like a horse," he added, a small smile on his lips as he glanced at Garak. "Interesting," was all Garak offered as he looked for more. "Then there's Janis Cortese and Mary Eichbauer," said the young man with a deep breath. "Now I'm not sure I agree with -their- theories, but their works were pretty intense. Look here," he pointed, and Garak followed the words. //'"We'll never get there at this rate, doctor," Garak said with annoyance, "and that means you'll never get out of your fix." He thought a moment. "But why am I continuing to call you doctor, while you call me plain Garak? Hurry, slave, take your master's cock in your mouth."'// Garak finished the words and realized he was nursing a quite hard erection. "Well these women certainly had diverse ideas of what constituted a relationship." "They even formed a group. Slash sisters. They exchanged stories and thoughts about us. I caught some transcripts. Some from Jennifer and Sophie were ... er, 'memorable'. They were absolutely crazy about you." "Well who wouldn't be?" he asked charmingly. Julian shook his head good-naturedly. "And then there's the drawings ..." Garak blinked. "They -drew- us?" "Oh yes. I've never seen so many interesting implements on you before Garak." Julian cocked his eyes at his friend, his eyes suddenly filled with what Garak could only describe as lust. "Leather definitely suits you by the way." "I'll keep that in mind," he murmured, staring back at the intense mahogany eyes. "Why don't we read a couple. Might give us some ideas," purred Julian. "Excellent idea," agreed the tailor, his icy blue eyes raking over the young man as he punched in some commands. "Let's read the one from before: Truth or Dare," suggested Julian with a wicked glint in his eyes. THE END