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 r of Paramount Pictures. Copyright (c) 1996 by Paramount Pictures. All Rights Reserved. No infringement was meant. Well, not consciously anyway. TITLE: THE DECEPTION AUTHOR: BGM RATING: NC-17 (for some sexually-explicit contents) PAIRING: Garak/Bashir NOTE: My little explanation as to why Bashir and Garak aren't exactly friends these days ... --------------------------------------------------------------- //Oh -yes- ... Oh sweet Gul yes that feels good ...// Garak exulted. Alone in his quarters, the Cardassian was climbing the crest of ecstasy with remarkable speed. He was thinking back on this afternoon, when he and Dr. Bashir had shared lunch for the first time since a few months. For some reason, he and the good doctor had not been on the best of terms lately. Bashir had become increasingly irritated with the tailor for unknown reasons, and had refused to meet the Cardassian for lunch. At first the tailor had understood, aware that the young man usually spent his lunch breaks with O'Brien in the holosuites, or playing darts. While Garak had always been enthusiastic about trying something other than what was routine, darts were not a particular favorite of his, while holosuite had something too ... unreal for him to enjoy the experience at Julian's level. Though if only the young man had -asked- him to join him in his new interests, perhaps Garak would have been inclined to please the doctor. But he stepped back, allowing him the space to make other friends, other lunch companions. In some remote part of his soul, Garak was certain the doctor would come back to him; realize that conversation with Garak was unequaled with anyone on the station. But the doctor stayed away ... and pushed even farther away as time passed. For what rationale, Garak could not fathom. And so he grew incensed. To be shrugged off for no reason was not a pleasant feeling, and Garak despised having unpleasant feelings. But he refused to seek the young man out to demand a reason. He played the little game; he became irritated, indifferent, all to make public he was -not- interested in the young man's company any more than Julian was. And oddly enough; as soon as he'd begun acting this way, Julian had asked him out for lunch. Confused, curious to discover more on the young man's intentions, Garak had gone ... ... and both had had the fight of their life. It was magnificent. Their voices had never raised more than their normal inflection, but Great Gul! The arguments, the insults, the derision ... spite was thrown at the other, slurs hurled back, and when Garak had flushed with sudden desire, he saw the quirk in Julian's lips, the faint smile a hit across Garak's head. He'd suddenly risen to his feet, his breath gone as he stared at the young man passively sitting across from him and staring back. He mumbled some excuse and ran back to his quarters. //He knew ...// Garak thought, slumped against his chair as he caught his breath. Oh yes he knew indeed. These past few months ... that had been the young man's subtle way of flirting with Garak. Only instead of using traditional Human ways, he'd read up on Cardassian sexual mating rituals and had followed all to the letter. And Garak had misinterpreted, knowing Human ways and translating Julian's actions in the same light. Thus when he'd begun to reciprocate the behavior, Julian had made his move; stimulate a fight that had made Garak as aroused as he'd never been before. He pushed himself from the chair, picking up the trousers he'd discarded in his haste. //Gul, I was about to explode in the bloody replimat,// he thought as he headed for the washroom. //But where does that leave us now?// As Garak mused upon it further, he cleaned himself meticulously, threw the stained trousers in the washer and slid into a fresh pair of pants, smoothing out the creases as he walked back into the large room. The intercom chirped at that moment, and the computer voice echoed in his quarters. "Elim Garak; you are hereby requested to report to the Infirmary for medical purposes under Dr. Bashir's orders." //Oh really ...// Garak smirked. //So is this how you will continue this game my dear doctor?// "Computer, tell the good doctor that Elim Garak refuses to report to the Infirmary for ... stubborn purposes." //Let's see just how well he's versed himself,// Garak thought and went to lie on his bed to read. He was well into the first chapter of his novel when his door slid open without admonition. Triumphant, Garak rose to his feet, deposited his padd neatly on the bed, and prepared himself to greet the young man suitably. When his eyes thus rested on the two security officer at his door, his face dropped. "May I ... help you officers?" he asked diffidently. The one on the right took a few step forward and grasped the tailor's arm. "We were asked to escort you to the Infirmary," he said. "Dr. Bashir is very adamant that you report in for a physical." "Is he now," Garak grinned brightly, inwardly cursing his inattention. But how was he to expect Bashir would pull all the stops? "And what if I refuse to accompany you?" The other folded her arms. "Dr. Bashir told us to inform you that he'd send Mr. Worf to tackle you to the ground if you were ever to refuse his orders." "I see," he said, a curl of faint aversion in his lips. Taking a deep breath, he tugged on his tunic and smiled brightly. "Right, let's be on our way then." --------------------------------------------------------------- "Doctor, I really must protest this unsavory treatment. Being wrested from my quarters without so much as a warning ..." The young man widened his eyes in surprise, his gaze never rising to meet the Cardassian's as he finished his report. "It seems I did offer you a warning Garak. Or did you not hear the computer when it politely asked you to report to the Infirmary." Garak smiled ingratiatingly. "I probably wasn't paying attention," he said, finally drawing the young man's attention. What he saw in those wide bronze eyes made his breath catch. Pure desire flickered across the dark mahogany eyes as they narrowed in consideration. "Well it seems we'll just have to teach you to listen next time, won't we? Now if you'll kindly step into the quarantine area, I'll be with you in just a moment." He allowed his eyes a final praise of the tailor's body before lowering them to his task. Garak considered protesting when Bashir added, "Mr. Worf is not very far from here Garak." He smiled sweetly at him. "Just thought you'd like to know." Garak swallowed hard, feeling trapped and deeply aroused. "I doubt you'd waste the crew's time just to look for me," Garak countered casually. Julian chuckled and looked up again. When he locked eyes with the tailor, his face became mockingly serious. "Oh yes Captain. It's imperative that we find Garak as soon as possible; I fear he's contracted a terribly contagious virus. It's not serious, but I'd rather avoid complications right now. Yes sir, if you'd have him escorted to the quarantine room, I'd be very grateful." His eyes turned lecherous again and a faint victory played across his dark features. "Being CMO has its advantages, Garak. Now ..." he trailed off suggestively, waving politely at the rotund portal behind him. His options limited, Garak walked forward lightly, and just as he passed Bashir's desk he leaned forward closely, his nose almost touching Julian's. "I must commend you Doctor," he whispered seductively. "You're a most exemplary adversary." He licked his lips suggestively as he eyed the Human's full curving lips and turned away toward the door. Swiftly he entered, and waited for the doctor to see him, hoping that the doctor didn't subscribe to that ridiculous notion that making a Cardassian wait rendered them nervous. Ten minutes later, Garak was nervous. //What's keeping him so long?// he thought anxiously. He was preparing to leave the wide room when the door rolled open and Julian entered, his hands locked behind his back. "I trust you've had enough time to familiarize yourself with the room? I always do this to my patients. It makes them more comfortable when I tell them they'll be spending quite a bit of time in here." Garak eyes darkened and his front pants stirred with a familiar movement. The thought of being imprisoned in Julian's Infirmary while the doctor chose when and how to use him was strangely arousing. But also frightening. Garak stepped forward, masking his features with a dangerous look. "I do hope you're not planning on locking me in this room Doctor." "Oh not at all," Julian laughed, circling Garak's erect form lazily. "But since my schedule has just been cleared for the afternoon, I thought spending the rest of the evening here would be appropriate." "Would you not prefer quarters?" Garak asked, hating the break in his voice. Julian's thorough visual inspection of him was driving him insane. "Why? This is nice; it's wide, it's nicely dimmed. And look, a nice -soft- bed for us. I had it installed when I began working here. I find myself sleeping here more often than my own quarters." Garak's lips quirked in indifference as he studied the bed. "I've never understood the attraction in that. It completely destroys the posture." "Oh now," Julian chuckled, stopping in front of the tailor. "It has advantages too." "So now we have a bed, a room and privacy," said Garak, glancing at the portal and its red light. His face lighted in mischief. "What do you intend we do about it?" "Everything," Julian promised huskily. "But first, I want a reward for having so successfully lured you here. A reward I'm sure you won't be too inhibited not to give me." He smiled at the look of caution suddenly sombering Garak's features. "But first, I think we should get rid of our clothes. We won't have much use for them after all," he grinned, quickly divesting himself of his uniform while Garak obeyed mutely. When both turned at the same time to face the other, both were quite naked, and very much aroused. They took a moment to examine each other, admiring the differences and marveling at the similarities. While Garak was fascinated by the Human's tight curls of ebony framing his slender bronze sex, Julian was intrigued by the patterns of ridges and scales adorning the tailor's body. He wondered just how sensitive most of them were... but that was for later. Right now, Julian had other plans for Garak as he eyed the impressive erection the tailor had developed. He took his hand and led him to the bed, laying across it and bringing Garak next to him. "On your back," he whispered, and Garak shifted slightly to accommodate Julian's wishes. "Close your eyes," he instructed, positioning himself on his side and propping his head on his hand. Garak's eyelids drooped shut, his chest rising with a deep breath. "Now relax, and imagine yourself in your quarters ... alone, with the lights dimmed ..." Not a hard picture to conjure up. Julian's verbal seduction continued, entrancing the Cardassian. "Imagine yourself reclining on your bed, undressed, your body warm with desire." Julian leaned closer to the erratically breathing Cardassian and whispered in his ear, "I want you to pleasure yourself for me Elim." The mention of his proper name mixed with the bold request coming from Julian's lips pried a whimper from Garak and he could not force himself still as his hand strayed to his erection. "That's it ..." Julian hissed huskily, his tongue darting to lick his lips as he watched the tailor's hand slide skillfully over his sex, drawing moans intermixed with gasps from the Cardassian's throat. As he watched, it was all Julian could do not to stroke his own erection. Perhaps he would, when the urge would become too overwhelming. Garak was lost in a torrent of sensations. His movements turned from slow to frantic, pausing only to rub his thumb over the flared head, smoothing out the drop of moisture at its tip. The thought of Julian staring ravenously at him as he worked on himself intensified his pleasure, and his back arched in delight as he came, the familiar warm cream spilling over his hand. The ecstasy seemed to roll on forever, triggering wave after wave of pleasure as his body sang with release, his hand slowing its movements on his softening sex. He panted heavily, sweat gliding down his rugged temples as a peaceful tranquillity settled in. A moan drew his attention, and when he opened his eyes and turned sideways, Julian was breathing hard. Movement caught his eyes and Garak looked down, seeing why the young man was so flushed. He reached out and stilled Julian's progress, causing a grunt of rally. "Ssh," he whispered, sliding down the slender slick body, Julian's moans coaxing him further down still. When he reached the beautifully erect sex, Garak took merely a second to admire it before wrapping his soft gray lips around the man's erection. Julian cried out with rapture, his hips coming off the bed to draw more of Garak's mouth. The Cardassian shifted his angle and plunged deeper, swallowing against Julian's hardness. He brought a hand up to massage the young man's balls, administrating tender pressure as his mouth and tongue worked over the sex. His other hand, the one he'd use to bring himself pleasure a few moments before, slid up Julian's chest, up his neck and found the doctor's supple lips. Julian opened them willingly, sucking madly at Garak's fingers and tasting the Cardassian's essence as he cleaned his hand of it. "Elim," he moaned, his voice distorted by the fingers in his mouth, trying to suck and scream out his pleasure at the same time. Garak doubled his efforts, sucking harder, tugging and licking. A few seconds later, his mouth filled with Julian's salty semen, the last few precious drops swallowed quickly before his mouth released the limp sex. He glided over Julian's body, mouthing the glistening skin on his way up, taking a few moments to suckle at the dark nipples before joining Julian's lips with his own. They kissed deeply, both tasting each other on the other's tongues, sucking and nibbling at every piece of flesh they encountered. Biting lightly across the Cardassian's jaw scale, Julian brought his hands around the tailor's broad back, his fingers reading the ridges and scales like a blind man, stimulating the Cardassian into arousal. Julian widened his eyes against Garak's hardness, and pulled back. "So soon?" Garak was too preoccupied with the young man's closeness to register the meaning behind Julian's words. So all he said was, "mmh," as he licked a path to the Human's ear, capturing the delicate cartilage between his teeth. "Oh yes," Julian whispered, forgetting about his curious inquiry as Garak played his body with the talent of a man who'd had extensive training in matters of seduction. "Julian ..." Garak hissed urgently, boring his renewed erection between Julian's silky thighs. "I want you," he whimpered, thrusting his hips suggestively. "Yes," Julian nodded, his need for the tailor inside him intensifying ten fold. "Yes Garak, now," he moaned. His desire to thrust into the tailor was greater however, yet with his energy stunted from the earlier romp, Julian was happily inclined to let Garak work the first. Garak found a lubricant inside a drawer Julian indicated, and generously coated his fiery sex, fueling his arousal. Quickly before his desire consumed him too soon, Garak lifted Julian effortlessly and turned him onto his stomach. When the young man elevated himself on his knees and scooted forward to brace himself on the wall, Garak followed and pushed two fingers inside the tight Human cleft. Julian cried out and hugged the wall, kneeing the pillows out of his way. He parted his legs, offering Garak the invitation to move forward and push against his hot slender body. Garak did so, covering Julian's hands on the wall with his own while his sex found the Human's puckered entrance and pushed. "Oh gods yes!!" Julian screamed, thrusting his hips back to hasten Garak's entry. The Cardassian grunted, his fingers clenching over Julian's, his face burying itself in the crook of the doctor's neck. He mouthed the skin, his hips thrusting steadily, pushing Julian into the wall at each plunge. Noting that Garak's hands never moved from their position, Julian wrested one of his own free and moved to stimulate his renewed erection. Garak noticed what he was doing and pushed his hand away, much to the doctor's protest. "Elim ..." he moaned plaintively. "Please Elim, let me--" "Ssh," the Cardassian murmured, his voice catching as he felt himself approach the edge. He took Julian's hands and crossed them over the slender chest, hugging the young man against him as he dove himself deeper and harder into the burning body. He came, shouting Julian's name, his nails digging into Julian's chest as he emptied himself in the Human's body. He loosened his hold, breathing hard. Even as he relaxed he remained in the same position, moving only after a moment to retrieve the lubricant. His hands working in front of Julian, he applied some gel into his hand, rubbing them together slowly before reaching down to caress the young man's painfully hard sex. Julian leaned his head against Garak's shoulder, moaning and being threatened to come right there in Garak's hands. Satisfied with the job he'd done, Garak slowly slid out of Julian's haven and laid next to him, beckoning the young man to his own hot shelter. "Oh Elim," Julian whispered, falling on hands and knees over Garak's prone form. He kissed him tenderly, moving his tongue lazily over the leathery skin, knowing he would not pace their joining as fast as the Cardassian had. He was depleted, but no less aroused by their closeness. Levering himself on his knees, he reached down with a hand and teased at the Cardassian's entrance, his long slender finger not enough to provide adequate stimulation. Which isn't to say Garak was not excited. Squirming and writhing to get more penetration, the tailor moaned and groaned in abandonment. "Julian," he panted. "If you don't fuck me right now, I will be very disappointed." His clear cerulean eyes opened, and the dangerous lucid light which shone in them caused a shiver down Julian's back. "And you won't like me disappointed," he promised. "Then I'll try to avoid disappointing you," Julian smirked, reestablishing confidence as he plunged into Garak's depths with ferocious intent. The tailor bent his neck back and cried out, his beautiful voice that much more enticing as it moaned helplessly with Julian's ministrations. Working with a silent rhythm, Julian pumped madly against the tailor's hips, his body renewed with energy as though the previous romps had never occurred. His body shone with sweat, drops gliding and tickling his skin and heating his body. Flutters of pleasure prickled the pit of his stomach, echoes of pleasure reverberating in every limb as he pushed into Garak steadily. The Cardassian was gasping at each thrust now, his hands holding onto the linens beneath him like a lifeline, his teeth gritting in ecstasy, his head thrashing to the side as pinpoints of intense pleasure scattered over his body; warnings of his imminent release. His mind was focused on the feeling of Julian's sex sliding in and out of him easily, the light friction triggering a wave of passion in his body, heating him, surges after surges of delight spreading over his core. "Yes," he managed though his teeth, his nails tearing the sheets as Julian increased his pace. "Yes, right there," he moaned, and his body exploded in a shattering release of screams and ecstasy. Julian felt himself come, his mind in a haze as he felt his consciousness slip. Too much ... the powerful contractions over his sex throbbed around him, triggering his own climax. His throat was empty of sound, his thoughts a frenzy of pleasure and lust as he felt his creamy fluid spill into the tailor's body. When the onslaught faded, he slumped over Garak, his head crashing over the Cardassian's chest weakly. Too exhausted to even move his hands around the young man, Garak simply rose his head to plant a grateful kiss on Julian's tightly coiled curls before letting it drop back. "Julian?" he panted. No response. He frowned and called him again. Still no response. Concerned, he touched the young man's neck, probing for the tell tale throb of his heart and sighing with relief when he found it. "Humans," he smiled with a slow shake of the head. He reached sideways and pulled a pillow under his head to sleep, the light weight of Julian's body on him a comforting blanket. THE END --