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:   CAT AND MOUSE
AUTHOR:  BGM
RATING:  NC-17 (for some sexually-explicit contents)
PAIRING: Garak/Bashir

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"You like games, don't you Garak?"  asked Julian tauntingly, 
caressing the Cardassian's cheeks as he moved around the back.  
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Garak swallowed nervously.

"Depending on the game and the players involved, I might," 
he answered cautiously, his eyes moving to follow Julian as 
he reversed course around the front.  

Everything had seemed so simple: move their weekly lunch to 
Julian's quarters.  Nothing unusual in itself, until he'd 
discovered just what Julian was planning to eat.  A sheer 
bolt of pleasure had shot through the Cardassian's being as 
he realized he'd soon have the sweet-looking Human for 
himself.  A thousand fantasies had danced in his mind as he 
watched Julian pulling him toward the bed, seductively 
informing him that he'd wanted him for such a long time.  Too
dizzy with the joy of knowing Julian wanted this as well, 
Garak had blindly followed the young man's instructions; 
sitting down at the edge of the bed and not uttering a word 
unless asked to.    

*You fool; you just got pulled into the sneakiest game of all,* 
Garak thought with some irony, his attention snapped into 
attention as Julian spoke. 

"Oh I think you might like this game Garak," smiled Julian 
impishly.  In the next few seconds the young man had roughly
pushed Garak back against the bed, making the Cardassian 
land on his back with a grunt.  He moved to get up, opened his 
mouth to protest Julian's shove, but ended up doing neither 
as the young man straddled his waist.  Bearing his full weight 
to pin the tailor down, Julian smiled sweetly and pulled a 
pair of soft leather cuffs from a concealed pocket.  He leaned 
over the tailor's form to reach his wrists and added,  "See, 
this is where I pay you back for all the nasty tricks you 
pulled on me during lunch ..."     

"What ... what are you talking about?" Garak breathed, 
appalled that he was letting the doctor control him like this.  
When both his wrists were securely bound to the headboard, 
Julian leaned back and took comfortable seat just before the 
tailor's stirring sex.      

"Oh don't play coy," cooed the young man, winking playfully.  
"It doesn't suit you my dear.  Comfortable?" he queried, 
rubbing enticingly against the tailor's crotch.  Hissing at 
the sensual touch, Garak closed his eyes and rocked his hips 
to intensify the contact.  For a moment it seemed the torture 
would go on forever, but all at once the caress was gone and 
the Cardassian groaned in annoyance.

"Doctor," he lamented, his darkened blue eyes opening to 
search the reason for the sudden withdrawal.  Julian was at 
the side of the bed, toying merrily with the lapels of his uniform.      

"Oh I hope you're not expecting to get off that easily," mocked
Julian, tapping gleefully on the tailor's arm.  "We have a 
long night ahead," he added huskily, sloping forward to let 
his lips meet with Garak's.  "And I'll teach you to play the cat 
with me."

"Cat?" blinked Garak.  "What does a cat have to do with me?"

"Oh everything my dear," laughed the young man, lifting 
himself to his feet.  "Crafty," he hissed, moving away from 
the bed and rocking his hips seductively.  "Cunning," he 
moaned, curbing his path to the end of the bed.  He paused 
at the foot, legs parted and hands leaning over the hard Cardassian 
mattress.  "Ssssly," he hissed, licking his lips sensuously.  
Garak moaned and let his head fall back against the pillow, 
his breathing coming in huge pants.  

"Whatever I've done, it doesn't deserve this," he lamented, 
peeking at what Julian was doing now.  He gasped as he 
studied the young man, now moving to a phantom beat, writhing 
enticingly as he began sliding the clasp down the front of his 
uniform.  With a quirk in his smile, he turned to the ceiling and 
said,

"Computer, play Undress Me, 20th century Terran."  A loud beat 
wafted through the quarters, a sensual cadence providing the 
rhythm Julian needed.  Bound, helpless, Garak was forced to 
watch without touching, constrained to drool without able to do 
anything about it.     

"...But be cautious, or I'll become ravenous," Julian mouthed, 
sliding the uniform down to his waist, his hips still moving 
as he divested himself of the lavender shirt.  A dark 
inviting chest panted with the enthusiastic motions, dark 
nipples just begging for Garak to nibble and suck at them.  
Soon the Cardassian was nursing a very hard, and very 
insistent erection as Julian went on with his lascivious dance.    

"Julian," Garak cried, yanking at his bonds for real.  "Don't 
do this to me!"

Garak's plea went unheeded as Julian lost himself in the 
music, sweat trickling his brow as he offered the Cardassian 
a rare spectacle indeed.  Not many got to know Julian the 
Uninhibited.  Finally he climbed the bed, his ass swaying in 
the air as he languidly moved to the music, now subdued as the 
singer sang softly.  He moved over Garak's form, his own 
covered erection brushing against the tailor's as he writhed 
over Garak, his lips curved in a small evil grin as he discovered 
just how much he was stimulating his Cardassian friend. 

"Remember me telling you about catsss," hissed Julian, gyrating 
every part of his body in feline grace.  	

Garak was hardly breathing now.  "Yes ..."

"Well I can be cunning, crafty and sssly too Garak," he 
crooned, his impossibly long neck twisting to the side as he 
lapped carefully at Garak's jaw.  The tailor bucked his hips, 
crying out with the intensity of Julian's touch.  Julian 
pulled back and grinned broadly.  "But as all catsss," he 
purred.  "I also have claws."  He pulled back even further 
until he had regained his seat against Garak's quite hardened 
crotch.  "I don't like being teased," he said 
conversationally as he reached for the night stand.  When 
his hand came into view, his fingers were draped with a soft 
raven cloth.  "And I usually repay my tormentors very 
generously ..." he grinned, pressing the cloth against 
Garak's eyes and shielding those lecherous blue eyes.  
Garak moaned piteously, using Julian's position to stimulate 
his aching fire.  Around him the singer was keening, "O _come_ on! ..."  
*I wish I were,* Garak silently added, waiting impatiently 
for Julian to make his move.

At last his tunic was carefully undone by Julian's slender 
fingers, the brushes against his cool skin unbearably sweet.  
Then a long pause during which Garak began to squirm against 
his bonds, even the sheets beneath him stimulating him in 
silent betrayal. 

Then something cold was being pressed against his chest, and 
Garak tried to recoil from it.  "Relax," whispered Julian.  
The icy touch trailed downward, pausing to circle around 
his erect nipples, suddenly drawing illicit moans and groans 
from their host.  Trickles of waters snaked away from the 
ice, sliding in different directions all over Garak's chest.  
The ice then coasted the ridges lining his torso, causing a 
sinking feeling where it passed over the middle of his chest.  

"Julian," moaned the Cardassian, arching his back as he 
sought stimulation a little more downward.  

"Ssh," Julian hissed, and before Garak thought of disobeying 
him, the Cardassian cried out as he felt Julian's mouth 
following each little path of moisture on his chest.  The 
warm human tongue roved with lethargic speed over his skin, 
sending a thousand erotic sensations coursing through Garak's 
body.  Still it was not enough, and Garak pressed his hips upward.    

"Julian!" he cried, beyond simply frustrated.  "Julian, I need 
you now, I can't bear it."

"You don't like this?" he whispered, sweetening the offer by 
biting down on a more susceptible scale.  

"Yes," managed Garak, gritting his teeth as he found himself 
torn between intolerable agony and ecstatic bliss.  "But I 
want you," he hissed.  "Now," he moaned.

"If you can wait just a little while longer, I'll see what 
I can do," he said huskily, a wink almost visible in his voice.

"I can't wait!"  cried Garak, bucking against his restraints 
once more.   

"Ssh my love," soothed the young man, moving around the
quarters.  Garak followed the sounds, trying very hard to 
determine what exactly the doctor was preparing.  

Finally the bed undulated and Garak gasped as his pants were 
tugged off.  Quickly the cool touch of a gel followed, 
permeating his opening.  Garak was thus allowed to think 
about the matter for three seconds before his legs were 
swung up and hot steel plunged into his awaiting cleft.  The 
blindfold was torn off and Garak was rewarded with an 
irresistible picture; Julian, naked, pumping hard against 
him as he leaned forward to cover Garak's body with his own.          

"Julian," he said his name with all the urgency of a desperate 
man.  "Yes Julian," he hissed, his need to touch the young man 
stronger than the leather bonds constraining his wrists; with 
a loud tearing which both never heard, Garak flung his arms 
around Julian's back, pressing the young man tightly against 
him as he pumped his seed into the tailor, crying out the 
Cardassian's name with his magnificent voice.  Their bellies 
quickly became slick and hot with the tailor's own release, 
triggered by all the wonderful sensations infiltrating his 
body.  "Oh yes Julian," he moaned, descended the incredible 
peak Julian had pushed him to climb.  "Yes ..."

"Hmmm," Julian sighed, closing his eyes as he collapsed satedly 
against the smooth Cardassian chest.  "We should play this game 
more often."

"Can I be the cat next time?" queried Garak, and both softly 
laughed before allowing their conscience to drift away toward sleep.

THE END