COMMENTS: Well, ladies and gents,
this started out as a PWP that was
inspired by "Touch", a lovely full length
drawing of the boys in an intimate
moment...but it turned into...something
more. Exactly *what* it's become,
I'm not sure, but I hope that it's something
you'll like...
This one is for Isabel Tan, who's lovely
vision of Bashir set my mouth to
watering; and for Mark, EggBlue, and Carillion,
who were teased unmercifully
one night in chat so that I could work
out Bashir's motivation...
DISCLAIMER: I acknowledge that Garak and
Bashir and all of the other toys
that go with DS9 are owned by Paramount
and Viacom...too bad, cause they
don't seem to know how to play with them...
I promise to wash the boys before I
return them, okay?
The first poem is a sonnet by Shakespeare
- I can't remember the number, but
does it really matter? The second
poem is called "My Life is a Bowl" by May
Riley Smith. Both authors are deceased,
and were born too early to benefit from
copyright law anyway...
..ooOoo..
It was lying across the console in his
shop. A small tube of paper, with a length
of red satin ribbon tied around it.
When he untied the bow, and read the note
that was written across the thick creamy
sheet in bold strokes, Garak smiled.
Some glory in their birth, some in
their skill,
Some glory in their wealth, some
in their body's force;
Some in their garments, though new-fangled
ill;
Some in their hawks and hounds,
some in their horse:
And every humour hath his adjunct
pleasure,
Wherein it finds a joy above the
rest;
But these particulars are not my
measure,
All these I better in one general
best.
Thy love is better than high birth
to me,
Richer than wealth, prouder than
garments' cost
Of more delight than hawks and horses
be;
And having thee, of all men's pride
I boast
Wretched
in this alone, that thou mayst take
All this
away, and me most wretched make.
I'll be waiting for you at home...please don't be late!
~ J
How like Julian to leave a love note in
plain sight, but not say that he loved
him...it was one of the many things that
still surprised him about the younger
man. He was a passionate lover,
an intelligent conversationalist, and a caring
person, but Garak had discovered that
Julian was either unwilling or unable to
express his love verbally. Instead,
he left Garak notes, and sent him messages,
that said in a thousand different ways,
"I love you" yet never used the actual
words.
The doctor's favorite mode of expression
was Shakespearean sonnets. When he
and Julian had begun their friendship,
Garak had read Shakespeare in it's many
forms, and found it to be mildly entertaining,
but predictable. Before he and
Julian had become lovers, had he been
asked his opinion of any one of the plays
or sonnets, Garak would have professed
a lack of interest. Now that
Shakespeare's sonnets were the only outward
indication that he was loved by the
doctor, he counted them among his favorite
works.
Re-reading the sonnet to himself, Garak
wondered why Julian had such a hard
time saying the words...Guls knew the
man didn't have any problems with any
other words, in bed or out of it.
An echo of the younger man's lusty shouts was
accompanied with by a mental image of
Julian, head thrown back in abandon, as
he was held standing against the Cardassian's
length. Garak could still feel the
silky texture of the hot skin beneath
his hands -- hands that were stroking the
lightly muscled chest and the straining
cock of his young lover. He could still
hear the pleasure ringing in the younger
man's voice as he urged "faster" and
"more"...
Hearing the door to his shop open, Garak
looked up from his reverie, and was
relieved that the bulky console was between
himself and his customer.
Offending customers was bad for business,
and in his current state of arousal, he
would most definitely offend. Turning
his mind to business, the Cardassian
pushed his lusty thoughts away, and tucking
the note and the scrap of ribbon
into his pocket, he greeted the young
Bajoran woman who had entered the shop.
..ooOoo..
Had anyone been listening, the only sounds
that could be heard from the
darkened room were the soft moans and
sighs of lovemaking, the quiet rustle of
fabric, and the underlying rumble of the
station's systems. In the darkness,
Garak's voice sounded unnaturally loud
as he said, "Julian..." A note of
desperation had crept into his voice.
For the last hour, the younger man had
been teasing him mercilessly, first massaging
his upper body with long slow
strokes of his fingers, then following
with his lips, and finally his tongue. At
this point the older man's skin was a
mass of raw nerve endings, and he felt that
he would go insane if he didn't get some
release.
Still pressed against the triangular shaped
patch of scales at the Cardassian's
waist, Julian murmured, "Yes, Garak?"
The hot breath and full lips moving against
his stomach caused Garak to arch his
back, groaning, "Julian, please..."
"Yes?"
This time Garak could feel the smile that
played about the doctor's lips, and he
growled, "I need you. Now."
Chuckling, Julian said, "Garak...aren't
you the one that's always telling me to
savor the moment? Whatever happened
to that famous Cardassian patience of
yours? I would have thought that
our bout during lunch would have satisfied
even you..."
"Me? I'm not the one that started
this...I recall that you were the -- ahhh!" The
Cardassian broke off as he felt Julian's
strong fingers close around his still
clothed erection.
Still amused, the younger man lifted his
head only long enough to pull the pants
from his lover's frame. Julian threw
them over his shoulder to join the tunic and
shirt already on the floor, and then he
continued to kiss and lick his way over the
scales to Garak's erection. Taking
it into his hand, Julian slowly lowered his
mouth over it, grazing it gently with
his teeth before returning to the tip, where
he ran his tongue along the soft underside.
Garak moaned, and threaded his hands into
Julian's hair. Julian pulled back to
look at his face. Seeing his eyes
closed, Julian again lowered himself,
swallowing against his gag-reflex to pull
Garak deep into his mouth. As he fell
into a steady rhythm, Garak groaned and
began to none too gently thrust his
hips, helping to set the pace. Julian's
wrapped his arms around the tops of
Garak's thighs, and pulled him closer
-- close enough that Garak felt heated
breaths passing over the scaled skin of
his groin. Garak opened his eyes, and
looked down at Julian. The sight
of Julian's mouth on him was enough to bring
him to completion. His hands tightened
in Julian's hair, and he cried out as he
came in Julian's mouth. Julian continued
sucking and swallowing until Garak
subsided, then sat back and smiled up
at him.
Panting, Garak managed, "That... was...incredible."
Julian slid up Garak's body to his face,
and planted a kiss onto his mouth. "The
pleasure was all mine, I assure you."
Feeling Julian's erection pressing into
his hip, Garak, still trying to catch his
breath, countered, "All yours? Oh
no, my dear Julian, it would appear that your
pleasure is yet to come."
Pushing Julian onto his back, Garak pulled
at the drawstring that held the
human's pants up. With infinite
patience, Garak teased the fabric down Julian's
legs, taking his briefs as he went.
When he reached the floor, Garak hands
reversed directions, sliding along Julian's
legs, the soft skin feeling even softer
beneath the leathery skin of his palms.
Inching slowly upwards, and ever closer
to Julian's center, Garak explored the
curves and angles of the younger man's
lightly muscled legs.
When Garak's cool hands made contact with
the heated skin of his groin, Julian
gasped, "Elim..."
The cool hand pulled away as its owner asked, "Oh, it's Elim now is it?"
"Eli- Garak ..." Julian pressed
his hips upward in an attempt to renew contact
with the older man.
Pressing Julian's hips into the bed, Garak
said, "Say it again. I want to hear you
say my name. Say it, and I'll continue."
"Elim, please!"
Upon hearing his name, Garak relaxed his
grip, and crawled to the head of the
bed to kiss Julian. "I love the
sound of my name as it comes from your lips...say
it again?"
Julian breathed, "Elim..."
"Mmmm..." A smile. "Again."
"Elim...stop teasing me...please."
Garak's eyes twinkled with mischief as
he said, "Well, I suppose that I can be
kinder than you were to me just now."
Kissing the smooth expanse of the younger
man's chest, Garak slid down the
bed, bringing his mouth to rest in the
slight hollow below Julian's navel. With
gentle fingers he reached to encircle
the hard shaft, using his thumb to smooth
the glistening drop from the tip.
With his other hand, he gripped the sharp hip,
using it to hold Julian in place.
Lowering his head, Garak flicked his tongue
over the head of Julian's penis, before
he drew it into his mouth and began to
suck, slowly moving from base to tip.
As he increased his pace, Garak reached
back to work a finger into Julian's tight
opening. When the younger man arched
his back and tried to thrust upwards,
Garak smiled and worked in a second
finger, gently stretching Julian as he
brushed a fingertip over his prostate.
Within a matter of seconds, Julian bucked
his hips, nearly shouting, "I can't -
Elim..." As Julian began to peak,
Garak pulled away, and used his hand to
finish the task that his mouth had started.
Before Julian had time to relax, Garak
smeared the human's essence onto his
penis, which was again hard, and turned
Julian so that he was on hands and
knees. Pushing himself into Julian,
Garak leaned forward, kissing the golden
skin of Julian's back, biting and nipping
along the spine. As he came to rest
inside the heat of his lover, Garak sighed
and reached around the slight ribcage
to press a splayed hand against Julian's
heaving chest. He could feel the wild
fluttering of Julian's heart beneath his
hand, and delighted in the knowledge that
*he* had caused its irregular rhythm.
When Garak showed no signs of moving, Julian
turned his head so that he could
see the older man, and caressed the ridge
that ran along Garak's side to his hip.
With a growl, Garak arched upright, taking
the doctor with him. As gravity
pulled at Julian, Garak was pushed even
further into him. Julian leaned back,
pressing his head into the older man's
shoulder, gasping as he was impaled on
the hard length. By arching his
neck, Julian was able to cover Garak's mouth
with his own and for many long minutes
they kissed, tongues entwining and
mimicking the designs that their hands
traced on heated skin.
When Julian began to rock his hips, Garak
grasped his waist, and settled him
firmly into his lap before beginning to
thrust. Moving slowly at first, Garak
gradually built a steady rhythm that pushed
him to the edge of pleasure.
Reaching around to take Julian's erection
into his hand, he began to stroke it in
time with his thrusts. When Julian
came, the sharp spasms of his orgasm pulled
Garak to his peak, and his shouts nearly
drowned out Garak's own. Spent, they
collapsed onto the bed, Garak still inside
his lover. As he became aware of the
shallow breathing below him, Garak reluctantly
left the warmth of Julian's body,
and rolled to the side, arms still locked
around the younger man.
Pressing his lips to the juncture of Julian's
neck and shoulder, Garak murmured,
"I love you..."
Turning in Garak's arms, Julian tucked
his head below the older man's chin, and
kissed the scales that adorned the skin
there. "Hmmm...that was wonderful."
"Yes, Julian...it was."
Stroking the sylph-like form that cuddled
against him, Garak again wondered at
Julian's reticence. It was obvious
that he was pleasing Julian sexually -- since
they had become lovers, the sex had been
incredible, and the only nights that
they spent apart were the ones that he
and Julian spent on the Defiant, on patrol.
Even then, if they were both assigned
to the ship at the same time, they engaged
in what Julian called 'quickies' -- definitely
not the all night sessions that they
were used to, but satisfying nonetheless.
Garak had to assume that Julian would
tell him if he was unhappy, so obviously
it wasn't the sex.
Maybe there was some other reason that Julian hadn't expressed his feelings...
His train of thought was interrupted by Julian's tentative, "Garak?"
"Hmmm?"
"Is something bothering you?"
"No...nothing is wrong." Stopping
to press a kiss against the sweaty mop of
hair, he continued, "Why do you ask that?"
"You're a million miles away... It's not like you to be so...introspective."
"I'm just thinking of you...and how much I love you."
The only response that Garak received was
the feel of the heat of Julian's blush
as it flowed over the skin that was pressed
to his shoulder. With a sigh, he
briefly tightened his arms Julian and
then disentangled himself, and went to
retrieve a wet cloth. Returning
to the bed, he used it first to clean Julian, then
himself, and then he and Julian both crawled
beneath the heavy blankets.
As sleep crept up on him, Garak continued
to mull over the puzzle that Julian's
silence presented. After many frustrating
minutes, he decided that he would
never figure it out. Noticing that
Julian's breathing bore no signs of sleep, he
asked, "Julian?"
A sleepy voice answered, "Yes, Garak?"
"Do you...love me?"
Frowning, Julian said, "Of course I do.
What kind of a question is that?" When
Garak didn't answer, Julian lifted his
head from the older man's shoulder, and
repeated, "What kind of question is that?
Don't you know how much I care for
you? Isn't it obvious?"
Swallowing hard, Garak looked away from
the deep brown eyes that stared into
his, and he struggled to curb the impulse
to tell Julian how much he needed to
hear the words. After a few moments,
he looked back at Julian and said, "Of
course it is. I just...never mind,
Julian, I'm just being silly." Taking the lightly
stubbled cheeks between his hands, he
drew the younger man up for a long kiss.
When they parted, Garak gently pushed
Julian's head to the middle of his chest.
Not giving in as easily as Garak would
have liked, Julian again raised his head
and looked up at the Cardassian.
What he saw there didn't reassure him. The
older man looked as if he wished he were
anywhere else but in bed with Julian,
and he refused to meet the younger man's
eyes.
"Garak? Do you doubt my feelings for you?"
Sighing, Garak answered, "No, my dear,
but...it would be nice if..." Trailing off
Garak tried to think of how to express
himself without offending his young
lover. Seeing no easy way to say
it, he just continued with, "Well, you've never
actually told me that you love me."
There, let Julian deal with it.
Julian was speechless. He was sure
that he *had* said it, but then again he had
never known Garak to lie when it came
to their relationship. Thinking back, he
couldn't clearly remember an instance
where he had said it. Scrambling off the
bed, he began to pace.
"Gods, Garak, why didn't you say something
before?" The confusion was
evident in the younger man's voice.
"I feel that I shouldn't have to ask you
to affirm your feelings." Garak could
hear his tone, and he was ashamed to be
showing this weakness, but he was
unable to control the hurt that had crept
into his words. "If you care for me, it
should be something that you do on your
own, naturally, without me prompting
you to it."
Now Julian's voice was defensive. "I must
have said it at one time or another.
As a matter of fact, I'm sure that I have."
"Name one instance."
Julian was silent for many long minutes
before he answered, "I can't." Falling
back into the offensive, he asked, "Can
you tell me of an instance when you've
said it?"
Incredulous, Garak rose from the bed, taking
a pillow and a blanket with him.
When he reached the doorway, he turned,
and said, very softly, "Yes. And it
pains me that you don't remember, since
I said it not more than a quarter of an
hour ago. Goodnight, Julian."
Julian watched with an open mouth as Garak
left the room, and crossed to sit on
the sofa. The second the question
had come from his lips, he had known that it
was the wrong thing to say, especially
since he knew very well that Garak had
expressed his love mere minutes before.
Damn! Why did he always have to be
so defensive when it came to matters of
the heart? He knew that the station's
rumor mill worked overtime whenever he
and his latest fling parted ways -- the
most common assumption was that he wore
them out. The real reason was as
far from that as DS9 was from the Earth.
Leeta had laid it out pretty clearly, as
had just about every other lover that
he had ever had: since he rarely expressed
his feelings, that made most people think
that he just didn't care, when in
reality, he did, very deeply. He
just seemed to have trouble saying it out loud,
and *that* was why he'd never had relationship
that lasted longer than a few
months.
When Garak had asked him to dinner that
first time, Julian had gotten the
distinct impression that it wasn't a dinner
between friends, and he'd been pleased
that Garak had taken the first step.
For a long time, he'd had a feeling that Garak
was interested in him, but only as a casual
thing. Casual wasn't what Julian
wanted, but it seemed to be the only way
that he'd get into the Cardassian's bed.
When Garak agreed to Julian's request
to be 'picked up' at his quarters, Julian
began to think that maybe, just maybe,
the tailor was interested in more than a
fling... So he dressed carefully,
and waited nervously for Garak to arrive. The
look on Garak's face when the door opened
was proof enough for Julian that his
feeling about Garak's intentions was right,
and Julian was pleased that he had
made the extra effort.
Thinking back to the end of their first
date, Julian remembered the surge of lust
that he had felt when Garak had pressed
a chaste kiss to his mouth. They had
been standing outside his quarters, and
Julian was leaning against the doorframe.
When Garak pulled away, and tried to step
back, Julian reached to encircle the
broad form with his long arms, and pulled
Garak closer. Settling the older man
against his body, Julian had thoroughly
kissed the Cardassian, brushing his
tongue across the cool grey lips, and
pressing it forward to explore the inside of
the kanaar flavored mouth. When
they had broken apart, Julian asked Garak if
he would like to come in, and Garak had
replied that he didn't think that either
one of them were ready for what would
happen if he did go in. With a final kiss,
Garak had turned and retreated to his
own quarters. Right then and there, Julian
knew, without a doubt, that he loved Garak
more than he had ever loved anyone
in his life. And that scared the
hell out of him.
That was the problem. He was so scared
that Garak would leave him, or die, or
lose interest that he preferred to not
admit his feelings, either to himself, or to
Garak -- because he knew that if he lost
Garak, he would lose everything. And
right now, that was more than he wanted
to risk.
Stopping in the doorway, he looked out
into the living area, and saw that Garak
was hunched in on himself, sitting on
the sofa, wrapped in the blanket and
clutching the pillow to his chest.
The sight weakened his fear -- how could he
doubt that Garak loved him? How
could he ask Garak to give more than he
himself was willing to give? Seeing
him like that, in obvious distress, Julian
realized that he wanted to go to the older
man, to tell him that he did love him,
using the words that Garak so obviously
wanted to hear, but he knew that any
declaration would fall on deaf ears.
In any case, saying the words now, so soon
after Garak had pointed out their omission,
would cheapen them and Julian
didn't want to do that. Crawling
back into the now empty and cold bed, Julian
sighed, and resigned himself to a sleepless
night.
..ooOoo..
For his part, Garak was angry -- angry
at himself for being so needy that he had
to hear Julian say the words, and angry
at Julian for not knowing that he needed
the reassurance. He knew that Julian's
question had been a way to shift the
focus from his own actions, but it had
still stung. Garak wondered when he had
gotten so soft. It used to be that
nothing and no one could affect him this way;
as someone who couldn't afford the emotional
liabilities that a family or a lover
could become, Garak had always kept his
affairs casual, and his circle of
acquaintances was just that -- acquaintances.
Somehow, somewhere along the
way, he had let down his guard, and Julian
had wormed his way in...
Not that having Julian in his life was
a bad thing. He had wanted the young man
as his lover for so long, but he hadn't
thought beyond the physical aspect of a
relationship. Before he and Julian
had become intimate, he had invited the
doctor to lunch often, so that he would
have the opportunity to look into his
eyes, and hear his voice, and see the
delightful flush that crept over the human's
face when he was engaged in passionate
debate. At the time, he figured that his
reaction to Julian was simple lust, and
that if he gave it some time, it would run
its course; then he would be able to stop
looking forward to their lunches with such
fervor. When their lunch dates dwindled
from once a week to never, and his lust
for the doctor had not abated, Garak knew
that he had to do *something*. He
figured that Julian was losing interest
in his friendship, and that he needed to
recapture that interest, even if it meant
exposing his true feelings to the human.
So, he had done the only thing that he
could think of -- he asked Julian to have
dinner with him. When Garak asked,
Julian had looked at him oddly, especially
when the tailor requested that he wear
civilian clothing. Pretending to think for
a few moments, Julian had looked up through
his eyelashes coyly, and asked
what time he should expect to be picked
up. Garak had laughed, and told Julian
that they should just meet at the restaurant,
but Julian insisted that Garak come
by his quarters to pick him up.
When Garak arrived at Julian's quarters,
he was nervous, unsure of what kind of
game the doctor was playing. He
was moderately sure that Julian didn't share
his feelings, that the human only saw
him as an interesting friend, so he didn't
know why Julian was treating this particular
meal as a date. Pressing the keypad
to signal his presence, Garak glanced
to the left, where he saw Kira leaving her
quarters. She gave him an odd look
as she began to walk in his direction, and at
that moment, the door to Julian's quarters
slid open.
There was no mistaking Julian's interpretation
of their dinner. He was dressed in
the tightest, most form fitting pair of
black pants that Garak had ever seen and a
white shirt of the sheerest silk.
His hair was still wet from his shower, and it
curled around his face, untamed by whatever
styling product he usually used to
keep in place. Hearing Kira's appreciative
whistle, Julian blushed, and looked at
the floor. Clearing his throat,
he asked Garak if he'd like to come in. Barely
capable of nodding his head yes, Garak
advanced on Julian, who backed into his
quarters far enough that the door closed
behind the Cardassian. The last either
of them heard from Kira was, "Lucky Cardie
bastard."
Thinking back to their 'date', Garak had
to smile. He's never been so nervous in
his whole life, and he knew that Julian
could sense it. Instead of fueling that
nervousness, Julian had worked hard to
put him at ease, letting Garak know that
he was just as interested in pursuing
a relationship as the Cardassian was. As he
remembered the fluttery feeling in his
stomach when he had kissed Julian
goodnight, Garak recognized that he was
no longer angry, with Julian or
himself. He would just have to live
with the fact that he needed something that
Julian couldn't give him. He'd done
that before; six long years of lunches and
games in the holosuite had shown him that
he could live with wanting. Perhaps
in this, too, Julian would surprise him,
and he would hear the words before six
more years had passed.
With a smile, Garak rose from the sofa,
and went in to sleep with Julian.
Curling against the warm form of his lover,
Garak was surprised to hear Julian
say, "Garak, I'm sorry. I - I didn't
realize how much I was hurting you."
Garak's only reply was to wrap himself
around the younger man, entwining his
legs with Julian's, pulling him closer.
Using his fingers to smooth Julian's
unruly hair away from his forehead, Garak
kissed away the frown that his lips
found there. In the silence that
followed, both men drifted off to sleep.
..ooOoo..
Over the next few days, their disagreement
was forgotten in the day to day
events of the war; Julian was busy, treating
his everyday patients plus the
overflow from Starfleet field hospitals,
and Garak was decoding a long series of
intercepted messages. The latest
offensive against the Dominion was increasing
everyone's workload, and the work showed
no signs of stopping, or even
slowing down anytime in the near future.
The two men spent long hours apart,
only seeing each other for a few brief
minutes before falling into exhausted
slumber, and in the morning when they
shared breakfast before going their
separate ways.
In between working on patients, and helping
Ezri with the increased counseling
load that the influx of patients brought
with it, Julian tried to think of a way that
he could tell Garak that he loved him,
without making the older man feel as
though he was being patronized.
Everything that he thought of seemed
contrived, and would only worsen the situation.
He decided that for the time
being he would continue to leave Garak
notes, and hoped that he would either
think of a way to tell him, or that it
would just slip out naturally.
..ooOoo..
When he awoke, Garak sensed that Julian
had already left the bed, so he threw
back the covers and reached for his robe.
As his hand closed on the now
familiar tube of paper, he smiled.
Despite their disagreement the previous week,
each day Julian had faithfully left a
note, written on the same heavy paper, and
tied with the same red ribbon, where Garak
would find it. This one was another
poem, one that he didn't recognize.
My life is a bowl which is mine to
brim
With loveliness old
and new.
So I fill its clay from stem to
rim
With you, dear heart,
with you.
My life is a pool which can only
hold
One star and a glimpse
of blue
But the blue and the little lamp
of gold
Are you, dear heart,
are you.
My life is a homing bird that flies
Through the starry
dusk and dew
Home to the heaven of your true
eyes
Home, dear heart, to
you.
I'll be home before you know it...
~J
Hearing the shower still running, Garak
realized that Julian hadn't expected that
he would awaken this early. Deciding
to join his young lover in the steamy
cubicle, Garak rose and crossed to the
closet where he moved around several
objects before taking down a large chest.
Raising the lid, he deposited the note
into the receptacle, and then replaced
the chest inside the closet. Turning, he
was startled to see Julian standing in
the doorway.
"Julian! I didn't even hear you turn
off the water... Are you going to be able to
have breakfast with me?" Crossing to the
younger man, Garak placed a kiss
against the damp curls at his temple.
With a glance at the closet, Julian replied,
"Yes, Garak. Why don't you shower,
and I'll fix it for us?"
When he heard the water come on in the
shower, Julian crossed to the closet and
removed the container that he had seen
Garak placing inside. The box itself was
beautiful, made of a fragrant wood that
had been polished to a soft shine, and the
top was adorned with an inlaid mosaic
design made of pale blue and grey stones.
Feeling only the slightest twinge of conscience
at invading Garak's privacy,
Julian opened the top of the chest, and
looked inside. What he found was
surprising -- roll upon roll of cream
colored paper, all tied with red ribbons. His
notes? Garak had been keeping his
notes? Looking at the accumulation of
paper, Julian could tell that this comprised
the sum of his notes, poems and
ramblings to Garak. As he stared
at the stash, he was suddenly struck with an
idea -- he had just figured out how to
tell Garak that he loved him... As he heard
the water trickle to a stop in the shower,
Julian hurried to replace the box where
he had found it, and went to dress and
make breakfast, smiling a tiny little smile.
..ooOoo..
Why he had ever decided to help the Federation
was beyond reason...Garak was
tired of the endless reports, the red
tape and bureaucracy, and the almost daily
briefings. Today had been especially
tiring -- he had been forced to repeat
himself over and over again, telling each
successive officer the same thing, and
answering the same questions each time.
He felt as though today had been
planned as a test of his loyalty; after
all, how many times could the same
question be asked? Finally, after
the tenth person asked him the same set of
questions, and received the same set of
answers, he was free to go. The trek to
his quarters took longer than usual, and
he wondered distractedly if Julian would
be there, or if he would still be at the
infirmary. Upon reaching his destination,
Garak entered the access code, and walked
through the door and into his
quarters. Preoccupied with thoughts
of killing the next Starfleet admiral that he
saw, he failed to notice the very naked
human doctor leaning against the
viewport.
"Garak?"
Looking up, the Cardassian's eyes widened
as he took in the sight of his young
lover, wearing only a length of red satin,
tied into a bow, around his semi-erect
penis. As if he regularly found
humans in various states of undress in his
quarters, Garak said, "Ahh, my dear Julian,
you look lovely. Tell me, is this
another one of your odd human customs?
Or is it just a quirk of humans named
Julian Bashir?" As he spoke, Garak advanced
on Julian's position.
"Well, it's a bit of both, actually.
I mean...well, it's human custom to give gifts
on special occasions."
A puzzled frown crossed the Cardassian's
face, and he wondered if he had
forgotten something important, like an
anniversary or birthday. Sure that he
hadn't, Garak decided that it must be
yet another of the seemingly endless
holidays humans celebrated. Curious
in spite of himself, Garak asked, "Oh?
And what is the special occasion to which
you refer?" Reaching down to untie
the bow, Garak murmured, "And what about
this? Do all humans give such
delightful gifts?"
With a seductive smile, Julian replied,
"I realized today how much I love you,
and I wanted to tell you."
"What!?" The statement had been made
so casually, it was a moment before
Garak realized what Julian had actually
said.
Smiling at the look of utter happiness
on Garak's face, Julian simply reached up
to unfasten the heavy clasp that held
together Garak's tunic and pressed his lips
to the skin that was bared when he pulled
the shirt open.
All thought of communication left the Cardassian's
mind as he felt the moist
press of human lips against the scales
of his chest. Nimble fingers divested
Garak of his tunic, and moved to the waistband
of his trousers, where they undid
the button and slid the zipper open.
Pushing the trousers and the briefs beneath
them down over Garak's hips, Julian dropped
to his knees, and removed Garak's
boots, then his pants.
Looking up at his lover, Julian saw that
he was totally relaxed, leaning back
against the edge of the viewport, and
looking down at him with the same happy
expression as before. Trailing a
hand along the ridge that ran up the outside of
the Cardassian's leg, Julian stood, and
pulled Garak into a deep kiss.
As Julian leaned into him, Garak could
feel the irregular beat of the human
heart, and the slight unevenness of his
own breathing. Reaching between their
bodies, he brushed the back of his hand
over Julian's groin. The resultant twitch
and hissing intake of breath were all
the encouragement that Garak needed to
grasp Julian's hardening penis.
With gentle fingers he stroked it from base to
tip, stopping to smooth the drop of moisture
that had escaped across the head,
returning again to the base to start the
process over again.
Julian pushed his hips into Garak's, trapping
his hand between them as he trailed
kisses from the ridge along Garak's jaw
to his ear. After dipping the tip of his
tongue into the delicately shaped ear,
Julian continued his kisses down the row
of scales that covered the oh-so-erogenous
zone between Garak's neck and
shoulder. When Garak tipped his
head to the side, Julian bit into the sensitive
flesh that was offered.
Before he knew what had happened, Julian
was on his back on the floor, with
Garak leaning over him on all fours.
A low growl escaped from the Cardassian's
throat as he lowered his head and captured
a brown nipple between his teeth.
Teasing it first with his tongue, he pulled
away and blew a cool breath across the
slightly muscled chest. Julian arched
upwards as his nipple contracted into a
hard peak, and Garak leaned to repeat
the process on the other side. As he
writhed under his lover's attentions,
Julian stroked and kneaded the ridges on
Garak's neck, brushing his fingertips
over the soft patch of scales that covered
the area at the top of the older man's
spine. As his fingers brushed a particularly
sensitive spot, Garak arched his neck
upwards.
Lowering himself to lie atop Julian, Garak
murmured, "You are so beautiful...do
you know what you do to me?" Grinding
his hips into Julian's, he continued,
"Do you realize how much I want you right
now?"
Clutching at Garak's hips and pulling them
against his own, Julian gasped out
"yes" as he began to rub his erection
against the scaled groin. Feeling the hard
shaft of Garak's penis bumping against
his own, Julian increased his efforts, and
was rewarded when he felt Garak begin
to rub against him, timing his thrusts so
that their pelvises came together and
retreated at the same time.
As the friction built, Garak lowered his
mouth to capture Julian's. Locked in a
searing kiss, the lovers pushed each other
to the edge of pleasure; pulling away
to look at Garak, Julian murmured, "I
love you... "
With an inarticulate cry, Garak buried
his head in Julian's shoulder as he
shuddered into his climax. Hearing
and feeling Garak's pleasure was enough to
bring Julian to completion; gripping the
solid form above him, Julian felt the
tremors subside from both their bodies,
as the waves of pleasure slowly washed
over him.
Propping himself up on one elbow, Garak
looked down at Julian, and smiled.
"Thank you."
"For what? In case you didn't notice, I enjoyed that too."
"No, I mean thank you for telling me.
It was important to me, and you chose a
lovely way to say it."
Sighing, Julian said, "I know that it was
important -- I also know that I should have
said it a long time ago. I'm sorry."
"Don't be...what's important is what is
happening now, not what has already
passed." Garak leaned to kiss Julian;
a long searching kiss, much like the kiss
that Julian had given to him on a night
not so long ago...
When he broke away and raised his head,
Garak said, "As much as I love you,
my dear, I cannot remain on the floor
for much longer. Would you care to
accompany me to the bedroom?" As he spoke,
Julian could feel the stirring at
the Cardassian's groin, and he nodded.
Helping Julian to stand, Garak led the
way through their quarters to the
bedroom. As they entered the room,
Julian was groaning about rug burns;
Garak only chuckled and kissed the reddened
spots along the younger man's
back. After a few moments,
he re-entered the front room, and crossed to the
viewport. Garak smiled and bent to pick
something from the floor. Turning to
retrace his steps into the other room,
he wrapped a satiny length of red ribbon
around his fingers.
~end~
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