The BLTS Archive - Steamy Debate
by BGM (bgmanic@gmail.com)

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This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and
incidents are either products of the author's imagination or are used
fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons,
living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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"Sex."

Julian leaned back, a subtle look of shock on his face.  That was
-definitely- not the response he'd expected to hear when he'd
requested a subject of conversation.

It'd been nearly two months since he and his friend had sat down for a
pleasant lunch together.  What with his duties and O'Brien's insistent
company, Julian hadn't offered the tailor much opportunity to see his
young friend.  Yet both could not easily ignore the hollow feeling the
other's absence in their life had left, and so Julian had resolutely
begun to -find- the time to meet the Cardassian at regular intervals.
And today, sitting quietly in the near empty Replimat, Julian sipping
at a hot cup of coffee while Garak toyed with his red leaf tea, the
Cardassian had boldly offered sex as their conversational piece.     

Opposite the embarrassed doctor, Elim Garak tilted his head and
studied the pleasant rosy blush spreading the young man's cheeks.
Aware of the intense scrutiny, Julian ducked his head to avoid the
Cardassian's amused stare and cleared his throat self-consciously.
"Garak ..." he muttered, a full measure of warning in his tone.

The tailor spread his hands wide, his eyeridges raised in surprise.
"What?  We've never discussed it.  I don't see why we shouldn't; it's
a perfectly fair example of cultural variance."

"Sex is different," Julian admonished, a little too quickly.

"In what way?"  Garak appeared genuinely puzzled by the doctor's
unease.  "Granted, it certainly doesn't compare with literature or
poetry, but it's still a matter of interest ..." he trailed off
suggestively.

Julian clung stubbornly to his cup of coffee, finding suddenly great
interest in its presence.  "It's just different, that's all," he
offered evasively.  "It's not really something you discuss openly."

A bright smile adorned the tailor's lips.  "Ah!  The first difference
between our two cultures, my dear doctor," he remarked, wagging a
finger at him.  "Cardassians have never been self-conscious about
discussing the matter in public.  We're very open about it actually,
and frankly doctor, it's always struck me as odd that your people has
such a hard time accepting that."

Finally Julian's head snapped up, his incipient embarrassment fading
quickly to be replaced by indignity.  "Garak, you're misreading us
completely.  We are -not- shy when it comes to talking about it!"

With an air of subtle triumph, Garak leaned forward and nodded
knowingly at his friend.  "Ah, so you're simply the exception to the
rule then."

"I am not!" blustered the young man, his face red with a mixture of
resurfacing self-consciousness and outrage.  "I simply don't think
discussing it now is ... appropriate," he added lamely, refocusing on
his cooling coffee.

Garak's face turned into a question.  "Why?"

"I don't know why, it just isn't!" he insisted.

"Or perhaps you're having trouble disassociating yourself from the
matter in order to speak about it objectively?" the tailor suggested
slyly.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

Folding his hands demurely across the table, Garak smiled disarmingly.
"My dear Doctor, I'm certain you've heard the flattering rumors
circulating around the station about your ... " he hesitated,
searching for the best way to approach this, " ... er, shall we say
'charms' regarding the ladies.  Yet I've never seen you so much as
walking down the Promenade with one at your arm."  It was true.  Garak
had heard very interesting things about Julian's unfailing conquests
regarding the opposite sex, and while he didn't doubt the young man's
allure, he -did- question the validity the more colorful rumors
offered.

Closing up the proverbial shutters, Julian squared his shoulders and
his face turned sullen.  "I'll thank you very much not to stick your
nose where it doesn't belong," he replied curtly.

Garak was abashed at his friend's reaction.  "Oh dear doctor, you're
misinterpreting my intentions, I assure you.  I'm simply questioning
why a charming man in the prime of his years such as yourself finds it
difficult to locate himself a suitable companion."

Pushing his cold coffee away, Julian shrugged lamely.  "I haven't
found the right one yet."

Garak uttered a disappointed grunt.  "A tiresome excuse I've heard
-all- too often among your people, Doctor," he sighed.  "Surely you're
not thinking of commitment at this point in your life.  At your age I
was already experimenting everything there was to experience
concerning the pleasures of the flesh."

Julian widened his eyes in bewilderment, yet Garak could see the
unmistakable interest dancing subtly behind the hazel depths.
"Garak!"  he squalled.

"Ah, there it is again!" claimed the tailor, waving at Julian's
flushed appearance.  "This unremitting bashfulness ... tell me doctor,
are you ... how should I put this -- have you ever made love?" he
inquired, dropping his voice as to not let it carry.

Julian darted his attention around the Replimat and hissed,  "Garak,
this conversation is becoming highly personal."

The Cardassian snorted.  "Doctor, we've known each other three years.
I've come to know particular aspects of you I'm certain no one else is
aware of.  Surely you're not embarrassed about confiding such an
innocent trivial piece of information with me, are you?"

"It's not that, it's ..." He sighed, his shoulders slumping as he
finally yielded to the tailor's persistence.  "All right! Yes, I have
... on countless occasions."

"No need to speak defensively doctor, I believe you," his friend
assured him, a smile quirking his lips.  "And tell me, have you ever
been fully satisfied in any of those occasions, doctor?"

Oh now the tailor was pushing it.  "Garak, why do you want to know
this?" Julian asked, his voice whiny in spite of him.

"Indulge me doctor.  To me, this type of conversation is quite
ordinary, and far overdue considering where we are in our
relationship."  He studied the young man's anguished features and
sighed.  "I realize it's bordering agony for you, but someone -must-
crack open this shell you've built around yourself.  Sex is a
wonderful thing, doctor.  It's a pity you don't enjoy it as often as
you should."

"How do you know I don't?"  he challenged.

Garak smiled sweetly.  "My dear doctor, you're a wonderful young man,
but even -I- can see you're not fully contented.  It shows in your
manner of speaking, your body language."  He paused then waved at the
air.  "And since you have a wonderful career and a fair amount of good
friends, I can only surmise your displeasure is due to ... a lack of
satiated coition."

"I am -not- dissatisfied Garak.  I'm perfectly happy at where my life
is," Julian declared.

Garak was clearly not convinced.  "Are you?  Well who am I to argue
with you," he shrugged.  "You know best, after all."

"That's right," Julian nodded, relieved the conversation was at its
end.

Yet the tailor seemed unwilling to drop it so easily.  "Though you
haven't answered my question," he reminded, to Julian's utter
desperation.  "Have you ever been fully satiated after a sexual
encounter?"

"Garak ..."

"Open the shell, Doctor."

"All right, no," he whispered harshly.  "There.  Are you satisfied
Garak?  Another piece of information to file in your computer tonight.
Personal log, stardate yaddi yaddi ya; found out today that Dr Bashir
has never reached incredible heights of ecstasy."

"Doctor!" Garak exclaimed, shocked that his friend had misread him so
completely.  "You seem to believe I'm bringing this up for selfish
reasons.  I assure you that's farthest from the truth.  You see, I've
noticed there is no counselor aboard this station."  Quickly he waved
off the doctor's puzzled look.  "And far be it for me to conclude you
need one -- after all, medicine is almost in itself a form of
psychology.  Yet perhaps all you need to do to get over this ... lull
in your sex life is someone to talk to about it.  If you allow me,
doctor, let me propose you this.  Come by my quarters around 0800
tonight.  We'll share supper, and we can discuss it further if you
wish.  If you want to ignore it, I'll follow your lead of course."
At Julian's silence, the tailor judged his moment and offered him his
most ingratiating smile.  "For now I must return to my shop," he said
contritely, getting up and  moving to leave.

"All right, I'll see you later Garak."

Julian turned back to his tea, promptly replaying the odd conversation
in his head.  As a slow smile spread over his face, he missed the
tailor's approving glance, and the words which were whispered under
his breath; "I do hope so Doctor."

---

It was 0756 when Garak's door chime rang.  He turned away from his
replicator and beckoned his visitor to come in.  When Julian
cautiously entered the dim quarters, Garak was pleasantly surprised to
see him arrayed in civilian clothes and not that dreadful Starfleet
uniform he had come to loathe during his years on DS9.  He gestured at
the small dinner table, smiling brightly.  "Ah!  Doctor, I'm so
pleased you agreed to take me up on my suggestion.  Please, come in,
sit down."

Julian answered the smile as he took his place at the Cardassian's
table.  "I agree to share supper with you Garak, but all this talk of
sex is ..." he smiled shyly.  "Well, it's a bit weird for me."

Garak nodded wisely as he carried their meal over to their table.  "I
can understand that," he said.  "I suppose the sexual act is a bit
more intimate for Humans than us Cardassians," he added, scooping a
portion of food into Julian's plate.

Julian ignored it as he frowned at his friend.  "You mean you don't
value it as much?" he asked, his interest rekindled.  In the privacy
of Garak's quarters, the subject matter didn't seem as ... illicit as
it had felt in the Replimat.

"Oh we -value- it, but most of us value it for its practical
qualities."  At Julian's persistent gaze, he smiled and served himself
some taspar eggs.  "Family, as you know, is important to Cardassians,"
he explained.  "I'm afraid most of us has come to disregard sex for
its pleasurable qualities rather than its practicality.  A shame,
really," he added with a low depressive sigh.

Julian was confused.  "But this afternoon you--"

"I was speaking strictly from a personal view, doctor," Garak
corrected, taking a bite to eat and savoring the delicious taste.
When he recovered, he grinned.  "-I- don't have reservations about
talking about the matter in public.  And since most Cardassians have
come to regard it in a practical eye, discussing sex has become almost
as common as discussing yesterday's breakfast."

His deprecating tone had been unmistakable.  "You don't seem to agree
with that view," Julian commented, finally dipping into his meal.

"No, I don't as a matter of fact," Garak agreed as he completed his
first bite with a sip of kanar.  "It's somewhat of a nuisance
actually," he frowned.  "Finding a lover on Cardassia who could
willingly fulfill every one of my desires was especially difficult.
Particularly during the time of -my- prime years."  He realized Julian
had no idea what this meant so continued.   "You see, Cardassia's
birth rate had dwindled significantly, and everyone was primarily
thinking of procreating rather than participating in the act for
pleasure."

"And you didn't want kids?"

The question befuddled the Cardassian.  "Every Cardassian wants
children, doctor," he stated, as though it was the most obvious thing
in the world.  With a deep breath, he looked down at his plate and
toyed with his food.  "But I was ... among those who weren't exactly
considered -pure- Cardassians."

"What do you mean?" Julian inquired.

Garak's attention shifted, and he frowned at Julian's plate.  "Try the
yamok sauce with those taspar eggs doctor, it's especially divine."
He quietly returned to his meal, Julian's sudden puzzlement unheeded.

"Garak ...?"

"Yes doctor?" he replied, looking up.

"Why weren't you considered a -pure- Cardassian?"

Slowly realizing that this was one point the doctor wouldn't relent so
easily, Garak nodded and said,  "Well ... you see, since Cardassians
value procreation so highly, the thought of having one consider the
same sex ... enticing is a very appalling one."  He thought about it
and scowled.  "Which of course I never quite understood since
Cardassians are primarily introduced to the pleasures of sex with a
member of the same gender at an early age."

Silence settled in the quarters as Julian processed the Cardassian's
confession.  After a moment, he gathered his scattered wits and raised
his eyebrows.  "You mean you ... you prefer men?"

"I thought I did, at the time," Garak went on.  "But I fell in love
with a woman during my activity in the Order, so decided I really
didn't have any particular interest in one or the other.  I discovered
then that I wasn't particularly attracted to men or women, but rather
the intellect and the personality housed within."

Julian quirked his lips in a droopy smile.  "That's an interesting
thought."

If Garak was able to blush, he'd surely have done so at the sudden
light dancing behind Julian's eyes.  "Of course," he added.  "I can
only say this now, since my wisdom -- while far from being vast -- is
a little more knowledgeable than those times.  I was then a young man
driven by his passions.  I can hardly make amends for the people I've
hurt in my life though -- while most of my lovers grew attached to me
on an emotional level, I usually simply used them for my pleasure.  I
was blinded by lust, and I only hope the little wisdom I gathered over
the years has erased any similar wishes for future encounters." 

Julian's lips parted in shock.  "Garak, you're being
uncharacteristically open about this -- I'm surprised."

Garak waved off the exaggerated attention.  "I'm only trying to
demonstrate how easy it is to open up about such a trivial subject."

Julian snorted.  "Trivial."  He shook his head.  "Garak, there's
hardly anything trivial about sex.  It's a beautiful intimate
experience shared with someone you love," he explained, a wistful
inflection in his voice.

Garak shrugged indifferently.  "I would have disagreed with you a few
years back, but I suppose there's some measure of truth in your
statement.  Perhaps it's because I never really experienced actual
love for the person I was having sex with."

"What about that woman you fell in love with in the Order?"

"I never touched her in that way," he said quietly.

"You mean -- you never slept with her?"

The meaning behind the expression lost on the tailor, Garak quickly
nodded.  "Oh I slept with her.  We huddled together, kissed, but never
went further."

Julian hooked an eyebrow.  "On her request?"

"On both, actually."  Sensing that this was going a little farther
than what Garak had intended to divulge, the tailor gestured at
Julian's forgotten plate.  "Doctor, your meal is getting cold."

"I don't care.  Garak, why didn't you ever make love with her?" he
insisted, pushing the near-empty dish away.

Once again, the tailor yielded.  "It's difficult to explain.  Sex for
me at the time was ... well, the best I could describe it is
tempestuous.  It was the only kind that really satisfied me to the
core, and I never settled for anything less than that which satiated
me to the fullest."  He shook his head, his eyes lost in memory.  "Yet
she was such a fragile creature ... long limbed, slender; I was afraid
to break her in half by simply hugging her.  And she knew of my ...
reputation.  So we both pursued our relationship without touching that
aspect of our interest. Eventually she wanted children.  So I left
her."

Julian choked back a tear and tried a reassuring smile.  "Thank you,"
he whispered.

Garak looked up in surprise.  "Whatever for?"

"For sharing that with me.  I think it's the first time you've opened
up to me."

"Not the first," Garak corrected.  "You simply don't look deep enough
when we talk, doctor.  I've revealed far more about myself than you
imagine.  You simply never looked closely enough," he chided lightly,
his tone a little more regretful than necessary.

"Then I promise to look deeper next time," Julian vowed.  Finally
surrendering to a change of subject,  he sighed and pinched his plate.
"This food was incredible, Garak.  I never thought I'd enjoy a
Cardassian meal so."

Appreciating the turn in the conversation, Garak nodded brightly.
"Thank you.  Though compliment your replicators for still containing
Cardassian recipes.  I'm afraid when it comes to cooking manually, I'm
a bit of a dunce."

"Oh now," Julian grinned.  "I have trouble seeing you in that light."

Garak mirrored the grin and raised the crimson bottle to Julian's
glass.  "More kanar doctor?"

Julian waved a negative.  "No thank you."  He watched silently as
Garak poured himself another glass, and finally submitted to his
curiosity.  "I'm curious about one thing though ..." he said, raising
long lashes to meet Garak's pale blue eyes.

"Yes doctor."

"If you're usually so open about the subject, why bring it up now?" he
inquired, following the glass as it touched the Cardassian's lips.  He
stifled the urge to lick his own and said,  "After all these years.  I
mean, it's not like we've never had the opportunities."

Depositing his empty glass, Garak scoured the table top, composing his
response.  "I was unsure regarding our friendship for a long time,
doctor," he said finally.  "And since I have so few friends aboard
this station, I was wary about your reactions.  Now that we know each
other, I doubt you taking offense to my ... boldness would incite you
to throw away our friendship."

Julian nodded.  "You're right.  But I wasn't offended Garak ...
really.  Just surprised."

"Indeed."

"So ... tell me;" he said, a wicked gleam sparkling in his eyes which
matched the sly smile curving his lips.  "Since your sexual drive is
-so- energetic, who did you get the chance to fuck lately?"

Garak nearly choked on his finishing bite.  "Doctor!"

Julian enjoyed the picture Garak made, pale cerulean eyes widened in
disbelief toward the young man's unusual directness.  "You're not the
only one who can be bold about this Garak," he explained, causing a
mischievous smile of his  own to grace the tailor's mouth.  "Now," he
whispered.  "Why don't you tell me all the details?"

"My dear doctor, my sexual drive is perhaps energetic, but I doubt
anyone on the station would take any care in testing it," he offered
self-deprecatingly.  "Besides ... at my age, I've come to value love
for what it really is.  I seriously doubt I'd be able to indulge in
brief adventures without wanting more."

"But surely someone on the station has caught your eye," Julian hinted
at.

Garak's eyes shimmered in the poor light of his quarters.  "Oh yes,
most definitely," he breathed.  "But I'm certain he wouldn't be
interested."

Julian leaned back with an innocent look.  "What makes you say that?"
he asked, abruptly sliding his foot against Garak's leg.  The tailor
gasped and questioningly focused his darkened eyes at the doctor.  The
young man smiled lewdly.  "Have you confronted him about it?" he
pursued, his innocent tone contrasting his whole demeanor.

"Doctor ..." Garak breathed as Julian's foot massaged its way
dangerously close to his hardening erection.

"Have you ever told him about your true desires?" Julian went on,
oblivious it seemed to the tailor's sudden arousal.  "Or did you
simply decide to approach the matter on a more subtle level?"

"I ..."

The sensations abruptly stopped, and Julian leaned forward with a
dangerous light in his ebony eyes.  "I'm not as naive as you make me
out to be Garak," he hissed.

Garak was trying vainly to recover from Julian's exquisite
ministrations, his breath ragged.  So close ...  "I never said you
were," he panted.

"I know it by the smug looks you give me," retorted the young man.
"Now why don't you tell me what you -really- want instead of borrowing
twenty thousand different paths around it?"

"Because I didn't think you'd agree ... I didn't think you were that
sort of--"

"That sort of what?" he interrupted harshly.  He had no idea why he
was suddenly so incensed.  But unlike what he'd normally expect, his
behavior was apparently exciting the tailor beyond simple words!
"Garak," he called, drawing his friend's attention.  "You said so
yourself a couple of minutes ago -- it's the intellect and the
personality of the person which attracts you.  Why can't I be the
same?"

Garak shook his head.  "Human sexuality constantly eludes me," he
explained lightly, his thoughts in a whirl and his body beckoning the
Human's touch anew.

"So you thought we Humans were all set in our little world, with
pre-made conceptions about what we want?" Julian continued, enjoying
the picture Garak made as he squirmed uncomfortably in his chair.
"You're not the only one with the privilege of being ambiguous Garak.
I can be as deceptive as you can, my friend.  Don't think it takes a
career in spying to successfully create a misleading character for the
others' benefit."

Garak's eyes snapped open, and his lips parted in surprise.  "Doctor
..." he whispered.  "For once, I am at a loss for words."  

"Well we just seem to be full of surprises today, aren't we?" replied
the doctor, unconsciously licking his lips as he considered his friend
in a new light.

"So, tell me doctor ..." Garak said, desperately trying to still his
erratic breathing.  "If you're so enthusiastic about the matter, why
did you feign innocence?"

Julian shrugged. "Because it's fun."

Garak nodded.  "Ah."

Julian dropped his eyelids, eyeing the tailor with his most seductive
gaze.  "But then, that can become a little boring as well.  So why
don't we both drop the pretense and be truly ourselves for tonight?"

Garak chuckled wryly.  "You might be frightened by what you see."

Julian seemed pleasantly amazed.  "Funny, I was about to say the same
thing."  

Garak growled.  "Very well.  Come here," he ordered, standing up.

"Not if you can't catch me first," the young man laughed, quickly
wiping his mouth with his cloth before sprinting out of his quarters.

"Doctor!" Garak cried, quite uselessly since the young man was already
gone.  "Oh you sly devil," he muttered under his breath.  He moved to
his computer terminal and slapped the comm channel linked to the
doctor's insignia open.  "Doctor, if it's a chase you want, I should
warn you ... any work you will make me endure will only strengthen my
... expectations in the end," he said, his voice low and husky.

"I'm counting on that, Garak," retorted the young man with a teasing
laugh.  "Now stop wasting time talking and try to find me," he chided,
terminating the link.

Garak stared incredulously at his terminal before snapping out of his
reverie.  "A challenge," he mumbled dreamily as he left his quarters.
"My sweet Julian, you're exceeding all my hopes."

---

Julian dashed across the Promenade, his destination quite clear in his
mind as his feet carried him confidently toward Quark's.  Yet as he
rounded a corner, he flew into an innocent passer-by, nearly knocking
her against the wall in the process.  His arms reached out to steady
her, his face turning contrite when he recognized who it was.

"Oh Kira!  I'm sorry, are you okay?"

Kira nodded, rubbing her forehead with a wince.  "Yes, I'm fine.  I'm
just late for an appointment with Jadzia."

Ah.  So obviously she thought -she- had knocked into -him-. Good
thing too, she might have seriously and -deliberately- injured him if
she believed the contrary.

Julian smiled as he watched her hurriedly follow the path he'd taken
to come here.  "See you later," he threw at her before disappearing
into the Ferengi's tavern.

---

Kira shouted, then sighed loudly.

"Terribly sorry Major.  Are you injured?"

Kira groaned as she recovered from a second brutal encounter.  She
clutched at Garak's lapels while she steadied herself then flashed him
a reassuring smile.  "Only my pride.  Sorry, I'm in a bit of a hurry,"
she explained even as she walked passed him.

"Oh, Major!" Garak called.  "Have you seen Dr Bashir around by any
chance?" he asked, trying to keep his interest at bay.

"I bumped into him before ramming into you actually," she muttered.
"On the Promenade, in front of Quark's," she indicated.

"Infinite thanks Major,"  Garak grinned, making his way toward the
bar.

"Whatever," the Bajoran groaned, leaving in the opposite direction.

--

As Garak entered the rowdy tavern, he had the misfortune of walking
passed the bar while Quark was attending it.  "Garak," he exclaimed.
"My loyal customer ... come for a glass of kanar?" he offered.

The tailor shook his head gravely as he scoured the clamorous patrons
for his elusive friend. "Not tonight Quark.  Have you seen Dr Bashir
around perchance?" he asked absently.

"Yes actually," he replied, drawing the tailor's immediate attention.
"He just rented holosuite gamma for a couple of hours.  Why?"

Garak was already climbing the steel stairs.  "No reason, Quark.
Thank you!"

---

"Doctor Bashir ..." Garak called as soon as the heavy holosuite door
closed behind him.  "I know you're in here.  Save us some time and
show yourself."  He frowned as he surveyed the program Julian had
chosen.  Not much of an immediate view since he was faced with a
rudimentary wall.  Yet with closer study he noted the intricate
entrances on either sides, offering a complicated view of more walls.
His frown deepened.  "What is this place anyway?"

Julian's voice somehow filled the whole room, making it  impossible
for the Cardassian to properly locate him.  "It's a labyrinth, my
friend," he said, a chuckle bordering his voice.  "Not an elementary
design I might add.  If you find me, you -know- what the reward is,"
he taunted.

Garak growled, not budging from his position.  "If I find you, I hope
you'll indulge -my- wishes."

A wispy laugh echoed all around him.  "All of them, love."

Garak slumped his shoulders impatiently,  his stance becoming close to
that of a child tugging at his mother's dress to leave the shopping
center.  "Julian ..." he whined.  "Please, I can't bear it.  I'm hard
and I want you.  Scuttling around and between an intricate web of
walls is -not- my idea of fun," he reproached.

"Ah, but doesn't it make the prize that much more sweeter?" Julian
asked, his voice still not an indication of where he was.

Garak smiled suddenly. "You should be more careful.  I can tell you're
as aroused as I am ... and since my sense of smell -is- well developed
..." he threatened playfully.

"Ha!" Julian cried, clearly not affected by the tailor's attempts at
intimidation.  "Don't count on senses to bring you out of this one."

A look of extreme wickedness flashed across the Cardassian's features.
Of course ... why not think of this sooner?   "Julian, my young
friend," he said, confidence firmly reinstated.  "You underestimate
me, and you were very foolish in choosing the game field.  Computer,
end program."

The walls disappeared, and the sky above faded away to reveal a small
blank room.  In a corner, Julian crumpled his features in dismay.
"Damn ... no fair, Garak!"

Garak marched toward his prize, eyes gleaming brightly as he focused
on the young man.  "Do you seriously believe I'd have consumed the
time I can spend with you rummaging through a maze?" he asked.

Julian smiled lewdly as Garak approached him.  "Well ... I wanted to
see how far you'd go."

He was quickly swept into the Cardassian's strong arms, and he gasped
loudly as a hand found his hard sex.  Squeezing and rubbing an
enticing massage on the young man's aching member, Garak watched as
Julian moaned helplessly under the sheer pleasure of it.  He promptly
dissolved into Garak's embrace, his knees weakening.

"Computer," Garak called, his voice still lucid despite the lecherous
thoughts crossing his mind.  "Create program; Risan bedroom with a
large central bed; night scenery; a choice of restraints," he finished
with a racy smile.

Against his chest he felt Julian's breath catch, and he bent forward
to pick up the young man in his arms.  "Computer, begin program," he
said simply, walking amidst the fluid changes brought to the little
room.  When the little room was transformed into an airy ballroom
look-a-like, Garak grinned and deposited his charge on the bed,
fishing absently into the box of restraints which had appeared at it's
extremity.

"Garak, it's beautiful," Julian complimented, watching the flimsy
curtains sway to the warm night breeze.

The tailor paused to study his friend, long slender neck turned to the
side as the young man inspected the scenery.  His breath caught in his
chest as he eyed the beautiful young man, stretched gracefully across
the soft white linens of the holo-bed.  He let the restraint he'd
chosen drop into the box and climbed onto the mattress, intent on
stretching the evening to its fullest.

Julian turned back to his lover, gasping as the Cardassian's knee
raised to his crotch, spreading his legs.  As he provided tender
stimulation there, the Cardassian busied himself on opening the
Human's delicate shirt.  When it parted enough to reveal the soft
golden expanse of Julian's chest, Garak moaned softly and bent
forward, swirling his tongue across the silky skin.  He felt hands
reaching behind his back, promptly kneading the muscles there and
offering sweet relaxation as the doctor's professional hands worked on
releasing the tailor's tension.  He groaned deep in his throat as his
erection grew and hardened, pressing urgently against Julian's belly.  

Julian took vivid note of it and smiled broadly.  "Garak ..." he
panted.  "Garak my sweet love,  take these off so I can make it
better," he suggested, tugging at the tailor's trousers and
deliberately brushing against the steely erection straining to be
freed.

Garak growled his appreciation as he swiftly stripped of his tunic,
revealing a body which instantly took Julian's breath away;  a firm,
muscled body, delicate scales lining the taut muscles, those in turn
rippling under the tailor's fluid movements.  A snake, Julian thought.
A snake moving with every grace and poise of its reptilian heritage.
When the tailor was utterly nude, Julian grasped his hand and hoisted
him further up the bed.  As he settled his head against a pillow, he
quickly urged the Cardassian to straddle him.

With a groan Garak complied, bracing himself against the wall as he
aimed his taut sex over Julian's lips.  The young man licked them once
before reaching up and guiding it to his mouth. 

The tailor clenched his fists, locked his jaw and closed his eyes shut
as Julian's hot mouth took him completely.  The sensation was unlike
any he'd experienced before, the physical enjoyment far more ecstatic
as it was coupled with the fulfillment of being joined with his
precious Julian. 

Unable to remain still for a moment more, Garak rocked his hips,
gently at first as to not startle the young man, more frantic when
Julian clawed at his thighs and urged him to thrust harder.

Suddenly, the room became unbearably hot as sweat broke out all over
the Cardassian's body.  Moaning loudly, Garak buried his face in his
arms as months of frustration dissolved into one blissful release.
Julian diligently swallowed everything the tailor offered him, down to
the last precious drop which he carefully licked and sucked at, his
hands still fondling the tailor's leathery thighs with loving care.

"Julian," he panted, sliding down to cover his lover's slender body
with his own.  "That was wonderful."  But too quick.

The young man smiled against him, nibbling at the neck ridges as he
simultaneously massaged the Cardassian's back.  "And just the
beginning," Julian whispered enticingly, echoing the Cardassian's
thoughts.

"Oh yes, most definitely," Garak agreed kindly.  "Now," he decided,
twisting so he could reach into the box again.  He fished out the
restraint he'd earlier chosen and settled back into his position,
wiggling the soft leathery cuffs at Julian's side.  The young man
smiled beatifically and offered the Cardassian both his wrists,
pressed together so the tailor could easily slip the cuffs around his
slender hands.

Satisfied, Garak rose his linked hands above Julian's head, hooking
them into the small ringlet attached to the headboard.  All Risan beds
were equipped with it, which is why he'd ordered the program in the
first place.

"Comfortable, my love?" he asked, nuzzling his face in the crook of
that narrow neck.  Julian's only response was a low breathy sigh which
ended in a soft moan as Garak's hands strayed to his rigid sex.

"Please, I want to feel you ..." he implored, frustrated by the
barrier his trousers provided.  Garak hushed him and captured Julian's
full curving mouth into a deep probing kiss, his hand renewing the
massage on Julian's straining member.  When he withdrew, his eyes were
filled with lust as he stared deeply into his lover's dark eyes. 

"All in good time, my sweet doctor," he said breathlessly.  "For now
let's just talk ..."

Julian cried out his irritation; so close to the edge and Garak wanted
to -talk-?  "Garak, please!" he begged.  "You know what I want," he
whimpered, rubbing his hips against the tailor's.  

"Ah ah," he warned.  "Let's talk," he ordered.  He promptly unfastened
the doctor's trousers, sliding them off before the white cotton briefs
quickly followed suit.

He shifted his weight to the side, resting next to Julian's prone form
with a hand supporting his head.  As he roamed his gaze all over
Julian's long slender limbs, Garak smiled and watched as Julian began
writhing helplessly, his body seeking the stimulation it craved. 

"Talk already," Julian growled.  "Talk or fuck me, but -do- something
Garak, before I go insane!"

Drawing his gaze to Julian's face, Garak was again struck by the young
man's enticing beauty.  "All right, I'll talk," he grinned.  "Let's
see, what shall I talk about?" he mused.  "Oh I know.  How about all
the things I wish to do with your body," he suggested, causing a
ragged moan to escape the doctor's lips.  "First," he whispered,
drawing close to his face.  He caressed two fingers along Julian's
pouting lower lip, tracing the sleek curve before prying themselves
into his hot wet mouth.  "I'd ask my lover to wet my fingers,
imagining himself sucking me, wetting them well for my purpose which
I'm certain he's aware of ..."

The young man's long lashes fluttered shut as he sucked madly at
Garak's fingers, whimpers rumbling in his throat as he moved his
tongue over and between the two massive fingers, wetting them as
though his life depended on it. 

When Garak withdrew them, he covered the sinuous mouth with his own,
driving his tongue deep within the young man's mouth, moving it across
the coarse tongue housed within it and making Julian grind his hips in
the air in search of relief.

Judging his moment, Garak reached down and slipped his two lubricated
fingers into Julian's tight cleft, wiggling a path deep inside the
heated depths.  The doctor's hips came off the bed, and Julian's loud
cry rang inside Garak's mouth.  They parted, both panting hard, and
Julian strained against his cuffs as Garak continued the sweet torture
on his body.  His erection was still left untouched, only Garak's
fingers in contact with him now that they had broken the kiss.  He was
desperate for it though, desperate for his touch, his strokes, his
mouth, anything to relieve this unbearable tension.

"Then I would make him wait," Garak breathed, retrieving a casual
stance as he settled next to him, his remaining fingers fondling his
ass while his fingers massaged his prostate with delicious firmness.

"Garak, please, I beg you," Julian moaned, thrusting his hips against
Garak's hand.  "Make me come already.  Fuck me, please ..."

Garak groaned and retracted his hand from the Human's ass as he rolled
on top of him.  "Oh my dear Julian, when you ask me like that how
-can- I refuse you?"

Julian smiled his relief.  "I was hoping you couldn't," he panted as
he watched Garak produce a vial of lubricant.

"I'm about to have one of -my- fantasy come true," the tailor murmured
as he applied the cool gel over his fiery erection.  When Julian began
breathing in short gasps for what was to come, he closed his eyes and
moaned softly.

"Which is?" he asked.

In one quick movement, Garak had flipped Julian on his haunches and
was letting the young man sit down on his rigid sex, the tight opening
being stretched and filled with the Cardassian's firm manhood.

Julian threw back his head at the suddenness of the situation, the
back of his head finding the tailor's shoulder as a support.  When he
came to, Garak's lips were sucking at his ear lobe.  "To have you sit
in my lap, my love," he whispered closely. 

"Fuck me," Julian hissed, his lips seeking and finding the tailor's
own.  Groaning deep inside the hot wet mouth,  Garak anchored his
hands firmly against the slender golden waist and began raising him
slowly away from him.

Julian gasped as he felt the massive sex idly slide out of his inner
core.  When he felt himself at the edge of the tailor's shaft, Garak
grunted and thrust the young man's body firmly against him; an act
which sent Julian in a paroxysm of near shouts.

"Garak!" he cried out, his hands straining terribly against his cuffs.
He wanted so desperately to feel his lover, return the impossible
pleasure he was receiving.  *All in due time* he thought vaguely as
Garak pushed him forward.  His face leaned against the wall, his arms
folding under him as Garak raised his hips to accommodate his
position.

Soon, both were rocking in counterpoint with each other's thrusts, and
it only took the tailor's touch over his erection for Julian to erupt
in a fabulous orgasm, crying out Garak's name and thrusting back once
more to wring the tailor dry as he too came in a shattering climax.

Even as they languidly descended their mutual apex did they remained
linked, Garak still throbbing inside Julian as he pressed his face
against the Human's sweaty back.

When exhaustion took the better of them, Garak collapsed next to
Julian while the young man settled comfortably against the pillows
under him.  In one swift movement, he'd disengaged from the ringlet,
and Garak happily unclasped the damp cuffs from his wrists.

Julian heaved a sigh.  "Beats the hell out of talking about it," he
remarked.

"Ah, but don't discount it my love," Garak chided, protectively
surrounding the thin frame with his embrace.  "Talking is what brought
us this far," he reminded him.

"This far, but not far enough," Julian whispered.  "I want to
experience everything you've experienced, Garak."

He chuckled wryly.  "Without asking me for children?"

Julian struck the tailor playfully.  "Stop teasing.  I'm serious."

"I know you are," Garak nodded sullenly.  "Which is why I'm so taken
with you, Julian Subatoi Bashir."

Julian snorted against him.  "And will I ever hope to know -your- full
name Garak?"

"Perhaps," the tailor laughed wearily, his eyes heavy with sleep.
"One day I'll tell you ... maybe."

Julian was equally tired.  He snuggled into the Cardassian's arms and
smiled as he drifted off to his dreams.  "I hope so." He took a deep
contended breath and said,  "Well, good night ..." his smile grew
wider.  "Elim."

Garak raised an eyeridge.  As he closed his eyes and tightened his
embrace, he idly wondered what he'd done right to deserve a man like
Julian Bashir.

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The End