REPTILE [VIGNETTE] by BGM DISCLAIMER STAR TREK: DEEP SPACE NINE is a Registered Trademark ® of Paramount Pictures. Copyright (c) 1997 by Paramount Pictures. All Rights Reserved. No infringement was meant. COPYRIGHT 1997 BGM RATING R NOTE Based entirely on Trent Reznor's 'Reptile' from the CD 'Downward Spiral'. I decided to do something similar to what Jenny had done, incorporate the words of NIN into a G/B vignette. So here it is ... it's ... well, I personally think it's weird. Some pronouns were appropriately changed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He has the blood of reptile just underneath his skin ... seeds from a thousand others drip down from within ... "Oh my beautiful liar ...." Julian moaned, holding on to Garak's hair as the Cardassian devoured his skin, nibbled at the curve of his throat and pinched the delicate nipples between his unforgiving fingers. Julian groaned, arching his back as sensations prickled over his entire body. Over him, Garak breathed hard, sweat shining over the darkened scales. "Oh my precious whore ..." Garak sighed, his hands quick and controlling as they molded his lover into the perfect positions, caressing the long limbs, cherishing the flawless bronze skin. He pushed the gracile weight into the bed beneath them, pinning his prey under him as he consumed the sight Julian made spread out and out of control. "My disease ..." the young man protested, shaking his head. Sweat pearled over his smooth brow, drenching his hair as he tried to shake off the dangerous euphoria. "My infection ..." Garak growled low in reply, a glimmer of fury lighting his dark blue eyes. His hands were anchored to Julian's, sinking into the tight, clenching depths of his lover, inciting the scream he longed to hear. Smiling triumphantly, Garak impaled the slender prey, groaning into the curve of Julian's neck. "I am so impure!" Julian sobbed, crying out in protest as floods of pleasure rippled through his body. He twisted sideways, trying desperately to cling to his sanity, hating the rapture that embraced him with deceptive pleasure. He cried out again, his breaths working in synch with Garak's thrusts, moaning constantly as he longed to dispel the impending fall into intoxicating bliss. "Devils speak of the ways in which I'll manifest ..." Garak said, a derisive chuckle in his voice as he took the young man, drove him to where he decided to go, steered him down with him to ease the momentary ache that pulsed within him so powerfully. Julian screamed again, this time his thrashing nearly dislodging the Cardassian. He fell back on the soaked sheets, the reek of sex reaching his nose. His chest heaved and rasped with his sobs and cries, denial coating his beautiful voice as he was unwillingly led downward with his lover. "Angels bleed from the tainted touch of your caress ..." he hissed breathlessly, closing his eyes and feeling himself soaring without rest. The Cardassian panted, his powerful muscles rippling and shuddering with the weakening pleasure. He nuzzled the glimmering skin of his game, whispering to himself, "Need to contaminate, to alleviate this loneliness .." The pleasure would go no further. Garak buckled terribly, thrusting fully into the tensing flesh as all the frustrations drained into his lover, expelled and embracing the warm depths with his heated essence. Julian cried out, gripping the hands that held him down, digging his nails until blood was drawn, clenching his teeth until he felt the sharp pain lance into his very brain. He was arched tautly over the bed, spilling his own seed over the one who'd led him ... who'd dragged him ... who'd loved him. Falling back over the bed with a broken sigh, Julian wept quietly to himself. When he spoke, Garak was too far into sleep to hear him. "I know the depths I reach are limitless ..." he whispered, closing his eyes to the welcoming darkness of sleep. THE END