While In Bed I by: Sophie Masse (BGM) Disclaimer: 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. ~~~ Thoughts of a Cardassian Tailor . . . Oh by the Great Gul himself he has such exquisite skin . . . I wish I could own it, make him mine, make him bend to my desire . . . I would show him pleasures he has never dreamed of experiencing ... [groan] ...but now I let him lead instead . . . he has initiated this after a glass of raktegino and some innocent prattle. There was no mistaking his smile in the replimat, I *knew* it would lead to this . . . I *knew* there was something more in the way he looks at me, drinks up every word I say . . . such innocence . . . [moan] . . . well, not *quite* so innocent, as I'm finding out -- oh his hands, his delicately slender hands -- those of a doctor's of course. I wonder how he would like it if I bound them . . . enlace them with the purest of leather and be free to adulate his body without worry . . . [oh yes . . .] . . . worry? Why would I worry? Who would worry with one so exquisite roaming his golden hands on you . . . [Julian . . .] Ah! I've evidently pleased him. I should utter his name more often. If only I could hear my own whispered by those ravishingly tender lips . . . alas I haven't told him. Damn my foolishness. But I suppose I'd look qui-- [ooh] --te foolish telling him now. Oh by the way Julian, could you call me Elim? And then he'd stop, a frown arching over lustrous wide eyes, and then I'd have to explai-- [ooohhh yes right there] --n and then we would never finish. But I don't want it to finish. Why would I want it to finish? Aren't I enjoying myself here? I-- [right there Julian . . .] Absurd . . . this is what this is. I feel so damn absurd. What would my colleagues say if they saw me like this? For Great Gul's sake, I'm -under- him! I should not be--Oh, but I don't care . . . he's giving me sensations . . . [Please Julian! Stop teasing!!] . . .I haven't felt in a long while . . . He's -- sweet Triple Pillar of the State, he's saying my name! He knows it! My Gul he's-- [Oh yeeeeessssss!!!!] ohmygulohmygulohmygul . . . Julian my young friend I've underestimated you. [pant] Derokanar . . . his eyes reminds me of Derokanar. So smooth and so enticingly beautiful in color . . . I wonder if the replicators would know how to recreate such a precious flower. I certainly can't walk back to Cardassia and *take* one . . . so rare . . . such beautiful skin . . . [My sweet Julian . . . fuck me] What?? What did I say? NO! I did not ask THAT! no please, why why why oh why did I let myself be embroiled in this . . . Why was I so easily lured by this mesmirizing creature? [oh yes, Julian go on . . . you can't hurt me] NO! He's-- [ahh yess] --doing it! I'm on all fours and he's entering me! I should not be on all fours with him entering me! It's wrong -- *I* should be doing that. He should be under me, I should be taking possession of his body. I should not be-- [sweet gul yes Julian harder please harder] Why am I even taking pleasure in this? Why why why? Have I stayed away from Cardassia that long? Am I-- [grunt] --so desperate for love that I would degrade myself to this? [Julian please harder you can't hurt me] Why aren't I more appalled at this than I am? Why am I taking pleasure from this shocking act? Why should something-- [Oh yes oh yes, that's perfect. Julian my love harder!] --that's so scandalous on my world be so beautiful here? I would be laughed at, whipped even for giving myself to a Human . . . [Yeeeeeeeess Julian] But I'm here, I'm one with him -- this beautiful young man -- I'm one with him and I don't care! Cardassia is far away, no one would know-- [OH YES!!!] I DON'T CARE!! [Julian . . . ] I don't care. He's mine. His body may not be mine for the physical taking, but his spirit is mine. He shall be so forever, even when we part. And my body shall be his . . . [I love you . . .] Oh quick, close your eyes . . . I wish I could take back the words . . . I hope he hasn't heard me. What could a beautiful young man have anything to do with a foolish old exile? He's fallen asleep . . . Dear what beauty . . . peaceful, so peaceful. [Goodnight beloved Julian . . .] And may you sleep with the security that you will never be unloved.* ~~~~~ While In Bed II Thoughts of a Human Doctor . . . [chuckle] He's trying so hard . . . poor man. Why doesn't he just ask me? Why does he do this to himself? For God's sake, I'm not naive. Doesn't he know that I know about Cardassian practices? Well too bad . . . he'll have to take what I give him until he asks me. [beg me . . .] And he does! He wants me to enter *him*. I should be under him, I should be begging him while he fucks me into a frenzy. Oh but I'm so tempted to yield . . . just open myself to him while he pounds into me ruthlessly . . . [do you want it Elim?] He's so delightful . . . that textured ass under my hands as he's settling down . . . Cool skin, scales everywhere. Gods he's fucking sexy. But damn what I wouldn't give to have that Cardassian cock in my ass . . . Oh I'm tempted-- [oh yess, you're so tight . . .] --to ask. But he should ask me. What good is it in our relationship if he can't open up to me? That's a lesson I'll have to teach him. Fine, you wanna be all secretive, closed up in your own little spy's world, well you'll take what I give you. [oh Elim . . .] He's calling my name. Is this it? Will he ask me? Will he order me to stop and pull me down so he can spread my legs and ram into me? [gods. . .] Come on Elim! You bastard . . . Dammit, don't you know I want this? I'm no better than him though . . . I should tell him that I want it too. But to hell with it! He should ask _me_. [Yes . . .] Oh yes this feels wonderful though. Too bad he's missing this . . . And here I had all the cuffs ready for him, thinking he'd want this too. But no, he just takes whatever I give him. He wants it badly though . . . he wants me. I can tell. Wants me so much he's willing to forget who he is. [OH YES . . .] . . . willing to forget that he's Cardassian just for me . . . [grunt] . . . forgetting himself for my pleasure . . . [sigh] . . . just for me. [wonderful . . .] Oh man so tired . . . wait what's this? Did he just tell me he loved me? Oh I'm too tired to ask. He'll tell me again later . . . ~~~~~ While In Bed III Thoughts of a Cardassian Tailor . . . *I should just tell him. Maybe if I told him he'd agree. Why do I even do this to myself? Granted I'm not on Cardassia -- He wouldn't probably understand my ways -- I should nonetheless listen to my instincts. I shouldn't let him lead me like that, it isn't right. I can't go on giving him the impression that he's using me. But he's not, is he? He's Human. In his world what he's doing isn't using.* Garak turned over, one hand curled beneath his head, the other reaching out to caress Julian's curled hair. The young man murmured and turned over, snuggling inside the Cardassian's embrace. *But he's so vulnerable. He's not Cardassian and I would probably hurt him. But that's what I want. I want him writhing helplessly under me, taking what I give him, begging me to fuck him thoroughly.* With a cry, Garak rolled onto his back and buried his face in his hands. Startled, Julian snapped his head up and watched his lover through a mixture of fatigue and worry. "Garak?" "Yes, Julian?" "What's wrong?" The tailor uncovered his face, and shook his head. "Nothing love. Go back to sleep." "Are you sure?" "Quite. Sleep, it's still early." Julian nodded, though his face revealed his concern. He hesitantly rested his head on Garak's broad chest and tried to beckon sleep. *What's wrong with me? Now I'm despairing in front of him? How low can you get, Elim? Why don't you throw yourself on your knees and beg him while you're at it? I'm sure he'll get a good laugh at seeing you at his mercy. Stroll around with that cocky attitude of his while boasting that he has a Cardassian at his feet every night. That he has him degrading himself in front of him for his entertainment. [sigh] No, I'm not degrading myself. I wanted him, and I have him. It's simple as that.* Julian shifted, breaking Garak's thoughts. "Elim?" "I thought I told you to sleep." "Elim, why don't you talk to me?" "What do you mean?" "Why don't you tell me what you want?" "Because you won't want it." Julian chuckled lightly, his golden shoulders brushing against Garak's skin. "That shouldn't stop you if you were half the Cardassian you claim to be." With a growl, Garak spilled Julian upon the bed as he straightened up abruptly. "What is that supposed to mean?" Julian propped himself on his elbow, offering a challenging stare. "Really, you've been whining about how you want to go home, how you hold respect and loyalty to Cardassia. And here you are acting like a Human." "It's what you want," Garak spit back. "You never asked me what I wanted. What if I want it too?" "I'll hurt you." "If you go too far, I'll tell you." "I won't be able to stop." "Then -I'll- stop you." A wispy laugh escaped the tailor's throat. "Stop me? Julian, you don't have the strength to stop me. I can disable you with a single touch." Julian sidled closer and nuzzled his face within the tailor's broad neck. "I know your pressure points too," he whispered. "Besides, you'll know when you crossed the limit. Garak swallowed. "I won't. I won't be able to control myself while I'm with you. I'll loose my reasoning." "I'm betting on it . . ." Julian murmured, biting the convoluted neckridges. A menacing rumble trembled in his chest. "Don't fuck with me Julian." "Now there's an idea . . . only, I want you to be yourself . . . don't be afraid of it Elim. I want it too . . ." With a cry, Garak grasped the young man's shoulders and pulled him effortlessly away from him. "You don't understand Julian . . . It's not a question of whether or not I'll hurt you . . . I *want* to hurt you, and that scares me. I want to take you like a Cardassian. I want you to beg me, I want to fuck you until you pass out and I want you crying for my mercy. Julian -- I've even had thoughts of whipping you . . ." Tears veiled his eyes, and he looked away as he pushed Julian out of his reach. "And I'll lose you if I take you how I truly want to take you." "You'll loose me if you *don't*," Julian barked back. "Not because I want it too, but because *you'll* get bored and leave." Horror widened the tailor's cerulean eyes. "I would never--" "Yes you would," Julian cut harshly. "You'll get bored and eventually leave. I know you. Now if you want to keep me, you'll have to talk to me, and we'll have to be more honest with eachother. If I tell you I want this, it's not to accommodate your taste. It's what I *really* want." "It's not right!" he cried, scrambling off the bed. "You don't have a clue of what I want to do to you." Julian threw back the covers, revealing his golden body. He smiled a wicked little smile. "I have a pretty shrewd idea." Garak narrowed his eyes, swallowing hard at Julian's naked sight. "You want affection. I want a good hard fuck." *One last time, to be sure.* "Who wants affection?" Julian taunted, caressing his hard member with a hand. "Funny how I'm rock hard when I should be -so- disgusted by what you want." *He asked for it. Little slut will get what's coming.* "Stop touching yourself," Garak growled. The Cardassian widened his eyes, mildly surprised by how quickly Julian obeyed. The human's lips curved into a pouting line "But Elim, I want to so badly . . ." "Don't call me Elim. It's Sir." "Yes, Sir," Julian replied, a hint of sarcasm bordering his tone. "You dare make fun of me?" Garak snarled. "Come here. Now." Julian scrambled off the bed quickly, scurrying forward to Garak's position. When he was in front of him, head to head, Julian sneered ever so slightly. Evidently, the human would defy him at every turn. "Kneel." "What if I don't want to?" A hand slapped across his face. When Julian looked back, Garak inwardly flinched in fear. But the thin curve at the side of Julian's mouth told him all was fine. The human tipped his head. "I see," he nodded. He dropped to his knees, yet even as he looked back, waiting for the next order, Garak detected the dare dancing behind his hazel eyes. The Cardassian decided it was time to erase that smugness. He balled his hand into a fist and firmly raised Julian's chin. "You're only a little slut. And what's worst is that you want this . . . you crave it. I'll make you regret that," Garak sneered. He let go of his chin, and Julian bowed his head, staring at his knees, and the prominent erection blocking his sight. *It's only a front Julian. I still love you. I wouldn't do this if I didn't. I hope you understand.* "Wait here," Garak commanded, moving to the replicator. When he came back a moment later, Julian heard the clatter of metal in his hands. "Now ask me politely what you want your Sir to do." "I want my Sir to fuck me until I pass out," Julian stammered. Not by fear -- by excitement and arousal. Finally the Cardassian was loosening up. A hard laugh met his request. "That wasn't polite." "Please . . ." Julian added. "Remember next time," Garak growled. "Now get up. Climb onto the bed and kneel in front of the headboard." Julian did as told, not once turning back to end this, not once wavering in his desire to please Garak. Once he was in position, the tailor surrounded his wrists with heavy cuffs, which he then attached to the headboard. Short chains allowed him movement, but not much. Swiftly, Garak turned him over, and looked down on him with lustful eyes. "You're mine," he growled. The human offered a brazen smile. "I always was. You just didn't know it." *Sweet Gul, Julian -- stop talking like that or you'll make me stop . . .* He reached back and produced two pieces of raven cloth. Pure silk as it touched Julian's eyes . . . then his mouth. Blind and dumb, Julian moaned through the fabric, waiting for Garak's capable hands to touch him, fuck him, lick him, bite him . . . Strong hands turned him over and forced him on his knees. Sitting back on his heels with arms slightly raised by the short chains, Julian titled his head and tried to use his remaining senses to gauge the situation. His sex hardened further at the mere anticipation of it, his breathing becoming ragged with need, his skin beckoning Garak's dangerous touch . . . As though summoned by his thoughts, Garak's cool hand circled his waist and straightened him up so that Julian's back rested comfortably on his broad chest. Warm breaths swept harshly against his neck as the Cardassian pinched his nipples, caressed his throat, sometimes stealing a touch to the straining erection. Julian moaned softly, his voice muffled by fabric, and he tried to round his arms to return the caress. The rattle of chains made Garak laugh against his back. "You're bound, pretty Julian . . . you're mine remember?" He grazed his teeth across the golden expanse of Julian's back, pausing at the sinuous spine where he tipped his head and traced twin paths with his teeth at either side of his backbone. The human arched his back, moaning with delight. Garak's other hand continued to explore Julian's chest, roving his nails and leaving trails of fire behind as it took possession of his skin. At last it found the throbbing sex and Garak began paying due attention. Julian dipped his head forward, sweat trickling his brow, "Ohyesohyesthatfeelssogooddontstopplease..." Of course the words were muffled and all Garak heard were plaintive whispers. Yet Julian's incoherent whispers raised to a garbled cry as Garak doubled his ministrations, exerting more force on his strokes. The cloth was then torn apart, and two fingers insistently pushed their way inside his mouth, and Julian opened it gladly, wetting them and sucking at them and imagining himself sucking Garak's thick cock. Thoroughly wet, the fingers left his mouth and pushed inside Julian's tender cleft. His head promptly lolled backwards, pressing down on Garak's shoulder with the force of his pleasure, crying out his ecstasy as Garak concentrated his best efforts on his beloved Julian. The chains rattled chaotically as the human thrust back and forth, alternating between the pleasure from Garak's strokes and the exquisite sensation of penetration behind. He broke into a sweat and leaned forward without conscious thought, face contorted by pure joy as he felt release not far ahead. But pleasure transmuted to pure anger when Garak briskly stopped everything. "GARAK, PLEASE!!" he screamed, slumping forward. Behind him, Garak smiled indulgently as he smeared a good portion of lubricant on his erection. He said nothing, merely enjoyed the harsh rising of Julian's back as the human panted hard. He threw the tube aside and unkindly pushed Julian forward, clawing his fingers into the smooth silky thighs as he pushed his rock hard member into the tight human cleft. The young man cried aloud at the intrusion, unprepared for Garak's thick erection pressing insistently inside him. Colors flashed across his vision, and he became aware of hands touching him everywhere. Pinpoints of sensation all over his body as he felt Garak pounding him, driving himself so deeply Julian could barely speak, his own voice choked with emotion, pain and rapture. A force pushed on his back; Garak's weight as the Cardassian pressed down on Julian's lithe form. A coarse tongue licked the back of his neck, incisive teeth biting the curve of his shoulder blades. Hands across his chest, twisting his sensitive nipples, caressing the defined muscles. Whispers in his ear, meaningless words strangled by passion, most of it Cardassian which Julian couldn't decipher, or couldn't even if he understood the language. Another hand stole to his fiery erection and continued where it had left off, and the world no longer mattered. From that moment to the moment he opened his eyes to find himself free of his bonds and breathing hard, Julian forgot who he was. "I'm yours . . ." Garak was whispering in Kardasi in his ear, his voice stifled by emotion. "No matter what I do to you, I'm yours. Sweet Julian . . ." he fell silent, pausing as he spilled his creamy fluid inside Julian. The human cried out again, biting Garak's coiled neck, curling his hands into fists as he strained against the cuffs -- the only obstacle preventing him from touching his lover. "I would never hurt you . . ." a final whisper in his ear before both men collapsed upon the sweat drenched sheets. Garak wearily pulled himself up long enough to free Julian before falling back among the cushions with a satiated sigh. Minutes later Garak was spread on the bed contentedly, one hand leisurely curled under his head, the other stroking Julian's hair absently as he had done a moment ago. When Julian opened his eyes, a sigh of satisfaction escaped his throat. "That was wonderful," he said against the Cardassian's chest. "It was, wasn't it," Garak said with a laugh. "Oh my little Julian," he whispered in his damp hair. "I have so much to show you . . . to teach you." Julian mumbled as sleep overcame coherent thought. "I'm a fast learner . . ." he murmured as he snuggled closer. Garak smiled against his head, closing his eyes in bliss. "I was hoping you'd say that." *I took you like a Cardassian would take a Human. I couldn't bring myself to inflict pain on you. My insides twisted when I hit you . . . and it pains me to know you want this. It pains me but it also excites me. Maybe one day I'll have the strength to tell you what I really want . . * ~~~~~ While In Bed IV Thoughts of a Human Doctor . . . *A snake. When he moves, he reminds me of a snake. Strong muscles shifting under fine gray leathery skin. Whorls of scales rounding every curve of his body. How can I *not* want him? Why didn't I notice Cardassian beauty before? Such grace and contrasting shiftiness. Just like a snake. Move with every grace and fluidity one can hope for, but strike at the first sign of danger -- and a dangerous stroke it is. I love watching him, staring at him as he moves around unknowing that I'm awake. Who says I'm not shifty? Oh Gods look at that ass . . . swaying with all the confidence in the world. I wonder what he thinks about when he sees mine . . . And that back! Scales rounding each vertebrae and shifting with every movement. Gods! I'm getting hard . . . Damn! Now what is he doing? Ooh, he's going into the bathroom. Good, I can stretch -- damn bastard exhausted my limits. [yawn] I wonder if he went as far as he wanted. Probably not. But damn! was it ever nice.* Julian shifted position and spread unto the bed with head turned sideways on the pillow. He opened his eyes and his sight fell upon the raven cloth Garak had used to hamper his senses the night before, now a pile of useless tatters. *Gods I loved that. I get the feeling it wasn't the first time he's done that. I wonder what other little surprises he has in store for me. [smile] I wonder if I could stop by his shop during lunch . . .* "Don't think I don't know you're awake, Julian Subatoi Bashir," Garak's voice called from the lavatory, a laugh in his tone. *Damn! How does he do that?? He's always one step ahead of me. One time . . . just ONE time I'd like to get under his skin. He's coming out. Mmmh, let's see if he's just guessing . . .* "Now now, my little Julian. Didn't I just say I knew you were feigning sleep?" Garak asked, climbing the bed slowly. Chuckling, he slid over Julian until his face was inches from the young man's. *Gods oh gods oh gods . . . how can I be so calm with him _staring_ at me like that. Calm . . . breathe, damn it try not to laugh!* "It's useless," Garak whispered, breathing warmly unto Julian's throat as he licked the skin. Still Julian did not move. *Bastard . . . get away from me. Ooh, you're such a snake. You _know_ I won't be able to resist you -- you _know_ it!* "Of course, I've been told that my rousing techniques aren't what they used to be . . ." Garak murmured, grazing his teeth on a chocolate brown nipple. "So it's possible you're indeed sleeping . . ." *DAMN YOU! Oh yesss . . . oh that feels sooooo good. Lower . . . oh yes that's right, go lower, PLEASE!* Abruptly, Garak snapped his head up, an incredulous look on his face. "Mmh. I guess you really are sleeping. No reason for me to push this then . . ." he sighed and rolled over to climb off the bed. With a growl, Julian shot his arms out and clamped down the tailor's body against his own, devouring those harsh lips with all the urgency of a desperate man. When Garak pulled away, he licked his lips, and stared down with eyes glazed with lust. "Ahh, so my observational skills aren't so dull . . . are they?" "Just shut up for once . . ." Surprise widened the sharp blue eyes. "Oh now doctor, we're giving orders now?" He smiled tolerantly as he nuzzled his face in the hollow of Julian's throat. "I thought that was _my_ job . . ." *Oooh the sly devil. That's it, rub your hand right there . . . [moan] Oh yes that feels so good. A tailor's hands -- I wonder if all tailors have such incredible talent with their hands. I suppose they do. Oh but him! Oh yes right there . . . [Garak!] Damn him -- I'm exhausted and he's going to make me come again . . . how many times in one night? Oh but I don't care . . . [Yes!!] That's it, gods! Suck it, pleeease!* With one broad hand Garak circled Julian's throbbing erection, teasing it as he blew softly at it's tip. Trembling with desire, Julian reached out and grasped a handful of covers, twisting them and gritting his teeth in anticipation. Slowly the tailor's mouth approached the slender bronze erection, his breath sending shivers along the length of Julian's body. *Oh please please please oh please, just suck it . . . [PLEASE!!!!]* Blue eyes peered up at him. "Please what?" *Oh no, you're not going to make me say it . . . not now.* "Please -- feel free -- to do -- whatever you want," Julian gasped, panting hard even as he tried to look nonchalant. Garak cocked an eyeridge. "Really? So I can stop now and you wouldn't mind?" *Snake . . . what did I tell ya? A real snake. And he _will_ make me beg -- that's the only thing he's waiting for.* "Garak, please, don't do this to me . . ." The Cardassian sat back on his heels and studied Julian's glistening body with a predator's stare. "Don't do what? I haven't done anything yet," he taunted, folding his arms across his broad dusky chest. Julian began writhing helplessly. "You know what I want . . ." he moaned. A puzzled frown settled on his intricate face. "Doctor, have you forgotten that I'm a Cardassian? Not Betazoid . . . I can't _sense_ what you want, nor would I ever be so presumptuous to simply _guess_." He leaned forward and planted his face in front of Julian's. "So I guess you'll just have to tell me," he breathed seductively. "Garak . . ." mewled the young man. "Please . . ." Unable to stand the wait much longer, Julian's hand tried to steal to his groin, but Garak's hand swiftly pinned it upon the bed. "Ah ah," Garak teased. "You won't do that while _I'm_ here, now will you? Not when you can have the honor to feel my mouth over your beautiful cock . . ." "Elim . . ." "What did I tell you about that?" Garak asked, as calm and collect as though he were conducting a business transaction. "Sir . . ." "Better," he nodded. "But you still haven't told me what you want." *As the Gods are my witness, I _will_ get my revenge for this I swear. . .* Julian curled his lips and closed his eyes. "Please suck me, _Sir_." A look of extreme self-satisfaction spread over Garak's face. "Aaah, now that wasn't so hard, now was it my little Julian? I will _gladly_ oblige you," he exulted, moving down to settled between Julian's thighs. With infinite care that blatantly contrasted his demeanor, Garak grasped the rigid sex and ran his smooth tongue beneath, tracing one line that almost drove Julian over the edge. *Oh I want him . . . I'm his, I'm his . . . is that what you want you devious snake? You want me to be yours. I am . . .* Finally Julian's erection disappeared between those sinuous gray lips, and the young man gasped and tore at the bed sheets. With an intensity that shocked the hell out of him considering the number of times he'd come in one night, Julian spilled his seed down Garak's throat, his relief and pleasure released in one breathy cry. When the tremors subsided, he curled up and cupped the Cardassian's head in his hands, placing there one soft, grateful kiss. When Garak rose, his lips glistened with remnants of Julian's climax, and the young man leaned forward to lick them clean. When he went to pull away, Garak tightened his hold and deepened their kiss. His arousal was unmistakable as he felt the Cardassian cock press against him. Julian reached for it. "Ah ah, not now my love." "But you're not finished," Julian protested. "You're exhausted. You weren't even sleeping were you?" "Aha!" Julian exclaimed. "So you _were_ guessing weren't you? I knew you weren't that good." Garak huffed. "Don't insult me. Now I'm going to take a shower, and you, my pretty Julian, are going to rest." He pressed his lips to Julian's forehead and whispered. "I wouldn't want my beloved Julian to fall asleep while he's servicing me, now would I?" "Just go take your shower," he grumbled, settled back against the sweat drenched covers. Garak let out a wispy laugh as he disappeared into the bathroom. A minute later, the sound of running water was heard and suddenly there was a very devious smile on Julian's face. He climbed out of bed, grabbed something from his table and carefully walked over to the closed door. When he had allowed enough time to elapse, he crept inside the misty lavatory where Garak was insouciantly taking his shower. *Fuck rest,* Julian grinned, and leaped inside the shower stall. "What the--" Garak's following words were damped as Julian slapped a hand over his mouth and used his other to push the Cardassian against the shower wall. Muffled sounds played across his palm, but Julian only grinned. He took out the pair of handcuffs he'd grabbed on the way and slapped it on one of Garak's wrist. He flung the cuffs over the showerhead and released the Cardassian's mouth to grasp the other wrist. When both hands were secured, Julian turned off the water and swiveled the showerhead so to prevent the cuffs from slipping off. "Computer," he smiled. "Sauna please." A heavy dampness settled inside the stall. Garak tilted his head. "Well Doctor, I must congratulate you. I certainly didn't expect _this_." He struggled weakly against the cuffs, knowing that he could break them at anytime. Julian only chuckled. "I just wanted to show you that we humans have much more endurance than you expect." Sweat trickled the Cardassian's body as the sauna began playing its effect on him. He struggled again. "So do you intend to _leave_ me like this doctor?" he growled. "Oh don't worry, I plan on making this _very_ enjoyable." "I don't doubt it doctor." Julian stepped back to admire his handiwork and stopped when his back met with the opposite wall. They faced each other for a moment, one bound by shackles, the other by desire to please his captive. Julian smiled wryly and circled his smooth shaft with his glistening hand. "You want this don't you?" he whispered, slowly stroking his renewed erection. Garak swallowed hard, his eyes taking possession of Julian's cock even at a distance. He writhed in his restraints, his eyes riveted on the beautiful show Julian was making. His straining erection seemed to harden more as he watched the young man pleasure himself without inhibition. "I can feel you . . ." Julian murmured, resting his head against the wet wall and closing his eyes. "I don't even have to look at you -- I can feel your eyes on me, touching me and caressing me without the help of your hands. Mastering me with one look, making me beg with one smile." He rolled his head to the side, his hand picking up the rhythm. "Staring at me during lunch, talking about Shogoth when you're asking to fuck me senseless with those eyes . . . Passive . . . so damn calm as you look at me and want me and . . ." Julian gasped as hands clutched his shoulders. His eyes flew opened and Garak was there, standing inches away, cuffs broken by the might of his desire. Lost in his own passion, Julian hadn't even heard them split. He pressed him even tighter against the wall and plundered his mouth. Their glistening skin slid against the other as Garak began moving with his lover, both becoming insistently aware of their urgent needs. Finally, Garak drew apart. "Turn around," he ordered, his voice gruff with lust. Julian complied quickly, his ache becoming more and more persistent. Evidently, that had been the case with Garak as well. As soon as Julian bent forward and touched the wall with his hands, Garak was entering him swiftly, his cock already slick with the ambient humidity. Julian cried out, curling his hands against the smooth wall. His breath was ragged, broken with moans and grunts as Garak began to thrust steadily into him. The Cardassian's hands raked his sides, his sharp teeth biting down between the golden shoulder blades. A hand slid around and finally took possession of what his eyes had earlier taken. Again Julian cried out, this time with release. Garak buried his face against Julian's dripping back, his hips pushing forward one last time as his climax quieted down. One of his hands was curled around one of Julian's against the wall, the other still stroking the softening bronze sex. Finally he withdrew, and Julian turned around to rest against the wall. "Well .. ." he breathed. "I can't seem to pin you down anywhere can I?" "Not when you're around," Garak smiled. "Now," he said neutrally. "I believe I was talking a shower." He shooed the doctor out of the stall and rearranged the controls to take a normal shower. "Go to sleep Doctor." "Yes Sir," Julian replied with a smile. *Definitely a snake.* ~~~~~