The BLTS Archive - The Serpent's Seduction
by BGM (bgmanic@gmail.com)

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/Elokim - Kardasi for 'my love' - literally it means 'you who bind my
heart'/

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"Don't even breathe."

The voice was sharp, authoritative ... Julian felt compelled to heed the
warning, even as he felt a hand engulf his neck. He bent his head
back, the fingers at his throat stroking his flesh in an almost
affectionate manner.

"Elim ..." Julian breathed, his voice quivering.

Wordlessly, the Cardassian raised his hand further, caressing the line
of his jaw, stroking the lobe of his ear. Two fingers came to rest at
his temple and he whispered, "I was certain I'd told you not to
utter a sound ... a breath."

Julian closed his eyes and felt himself transported to another
reality. He was never sure if it was because of Garak's pheromones,
or the heat of their usual encounters. Ever since he and his friend
had taken the next steps into a relationship, Julian felt his reality
fracture into oblivion whenever Garak touched him.

The Cardassian was not a rough lover, contrary to Julian's
speculations. In fact, he was very tender. The power came from his
words, the promise of danger in his eyes. They both knew such promises
would never be fulfilled, but there was an element of desire and
excitement at the possibilities.

Garak walked leisurely toward Julian's front, never breaking his
touch. They were in full view of public curiosity, though Bashir had
come not to mind. His relationship with Garak was just another one to
add to station gossip and nothing more. Garak had decided to surprise
him at the entrance of his shop today, and Bashir remained frozen with
desire as his lover stared at him with his penetrating eyes. "I had
a dream of you last night." Those eyes flickered, shifted to the
doctor's neck, his chest, appraising him with the languidity of a
more powerful predator. He trailed his hand down to Julian's chest.
"Shall I tell you about it?" he asked, almost musing to himself.

Julian regarded him with voiceless desire.

"Come, follow me. I have something to show you." Julian blinked
and followed Garak to the back of his shop. Before they entered the
back room, Garak turned to face him and asked, "Do you trust me?"

There was no hesitation. "Yes."

Garak inhaled sharply. "With your life, perhaps. But with your
body?"

Julian puzzled at the question. "With everything of mine," he said
firmly.

The Cardassian smiled, and his eyes filled with a hunger that was to
be sated immediately. Julian closed his eyes as Garak fell upon him,
lips crushing his, desire overpowering even him. They indulged in the
moment, and when Julian snaked his hands down to unclasp the
tailor's trousers, Garak stilled his fingers and parted from him.
"Soon." He took his hand and guided him to the back room. "I
want to make sure you understand where we are going. I would never
submit you to what I am about to in reality. This ... is strictly for
us to enjoy." While Julian wondered what Garak meant, the Cardassian
approached his console and initiated a site-to-site transport.

Their world soon materialized into a wide, blank holosuite.
"Computer, initiate Garak 012, alpha lock black."

The chamber shimmered and transformed into a magnificent hall held up
by great arching cloisters. Eerie chants wafted in the background as
Garak moved to the center of the hall where a large oblong table was
situated. On it, drapes of luxurious crimson satin was held together
by stone vases from which black flowers spilt. They looked and smelled
like tulips, but Julian had never seen them so dark before. Between
these vases there was space enough for two, and pillows at one end of
the table. In the pale light of candles, the altar looked more like an
inviting bed. Garak paused behind it and patted the drapes invitingly.

"What's-" Julian abruptly closed his mouth when Garak held up
his finger at his lips. He moved slowly toward him, then sat upon the
edge, surprised at the softness of the cloth. He could barely feel the
stone beneath them. Garak helped him to lie back, splaying his hand
upon his chest as he did so. When Bashir's head touched the pillow,
Garak had already opened the seam of his uniform and was caressing his
bare chest underneath his shirt. Julian moaned voluptuously, arching
his back as he begged for more contact with his eyes. Garak smiled
enigmatically, motioning to the darkened corners of the room. Four
men draped in dark burgundy cloaks approached the altar, their heads
covered by shimmering chainmail. Julian hesitated for a moment, then
saw the question in Garak's eyes. Had he not said he trusted Garak?
Had he not said he trusted him with everything of him, including his
body?

The question was squelched by more pressing matters, and Garak bent
down to kiss him thoroughly, stroking the doctor's chest and
stomach, caressing further down with each engulfing kiss.

The men around them moved, each taking on a task of disrobing the
doctor. One carefully removed his boots, the other worked on the
clasps of his trousers, another still on his shirt. They worked
quietly and efficiently, never once disrupting the lovers as they
kissed.

"My dream," Garak whispered, so low Bashir had to strain to hear,
"was that of you, giving yourself over to the Body Slaves of Minhrah
for me. You were luxurious, Julian," he whispered, combing back the
young man's hair and appraising his golden flesh. "You adored me
through them ... you gave everything of yourself for me ... I watched
as they desired you, as they took you and brought you to unending
pleasure. And all the while you watched me, channeling all of that
desire to me ..." Garak succumbed to another kiss as the Body Slaves
began to divest Garak of his own clothes. "This night, they are here
to service us together, elokim. Because you trust me as I trust you,
with everything of my body and spirit."

The Body Slaves moved slowly around them as Garak mounted the altar.
Kneeling facing each other, Garak and Julian caressed and kissed. The
chants flared, but were now unheard and forgotten. Julian sighed and
moaned. Countless hands moved over their entwined bodies, enhancing
their pleasure, their desire.

It was an eerie, faeric display as the Body Slaves divested their own
robes, revealing androgynous Cardassians. Soon all four were on the
table, surrounding them with their own desire and longing. But to the
lovers in the middle, they were mere extensions of their own ecstasy
as they lost themselves to each other.

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The End