The BLTS Archive- From Cardassia With Love
by Invicta (invicta11@yahoo.com)

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WARNING: this is a slashy story containing male to male sex. Don't
read any further if you are offended by this or under 18 years of age.

Timing: In the episode "Dr. Bashir I presume?", Julian Bashir said
that it had been three years since his last visit home. This story is
set during that visit, which would make it around about the middle of
season two. I wanted him to have a little fun while he was there!!

About the title of this tale. I'd settled upon 'The Gul who loved me'
but as a similar name was used for a story posted to ASCEM recently a
last minute change was called for. I stuck with the Bond theme because
there are quite a number of character similarities between Dukat and
James Bond in my opinion. If you were thinking how naff 'from
Cardassia with love' is, then I would say that it definitely could
have been worse. How about 'Never say never a Gul' or 'The man with
the golden Gul' or 'A view to a Gul' even? See, this isn't so bad
really!

This story is copyright (c) Invicta, April 1998

This is only the second story that I've ever written and I want some
constructive feedback please! Feel free to post or e mail any views
you have about this literary masterpiece (not!!).

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In the main bar on Jupiter station that particular night sat Julian
Bashir, feeling bored. He was in the middle of a two week visit to
earth which so far had not proved to be very  relaxing. Julian had
been staying at his parents¹ house, but right from the moment of his
arrival the atmosphere was heavy with undercurrents of suppressed
anger and resentment. The conflicting feelings that Julian felt
whenever he was in his parents¹ company were fully reciprocated,
which made for a difficult time for everybody.

Three days into the visit Julian had received a message from Dr.
Stephen Cody, who was one of the Starfleet doctors working on Jupiter
station. Cody had been in Bashir¹s class at Starfleet medical academy,
and the two men had got on well together without being really good
friends. When Dr. Cody invited him to come to Jupiter station and stay
overnight for an evening of drinking and catching up on old times,
Julian jumped at the chance of getting away for a while. However, he
arrived at the station just after 18.00 hours only to find that Dr.
Cody had left it that morning. He had been assigned at the last minute
to the crew of the Vigilant, which was heading to Betazed for a
month-long medical research project. Stephen always had been a little
absent minded - sometimes Julian wondered how on earth the man had
managed to pass the academy entrance tests, let alone graduate.
Clearly he had forgotten to tell Julian about the change of plan.

The nurse to whom Bashir had spoken had been amused, admitting that
this wasn¹t the first time this sort of thing had happened. "I
reminded him to contact you about the Betazed thing twice this
morning. He never listens to me!"

And so Julian had been forced to remain on the station until the
following day, since there were no shuttles leaving for earth until
the next morning. He was allocated temporary quarters, and after
eating a quick meal he headed to the bar. Although it contained a
number of Starfleet personnel, there was nobody that he recognised.
The doctor resigned himself to having a few drinks and then going to
bed early.

He had just finished his first drink when a familiar voice grated in
his ear, causing him to groan inwardly.

"Well as you humans say, it¹s a small quadrant. Have you recently been
transferred to this station, doctor?"

Bashir swivelled round on his bar stool. Gul Dukat stood next to him,
eyeing him curiously. Of course he had been hoping to run in to
someone that he knew in this bar, but did it really have to be this
man? Well, be careful what you wish for...

"No Gul Dukat, I¹m on leave and just came here to visit a friend."

"You aren¹t with your friend now."

"He had to leave the station unexpectedly on a mission. What are you
doing here if I may ask, it¹s a little far from Cardassia, isn¹t it?"

"My ship suddenly developed serious engine trouble and it was not
possible to correct the problem without the facilities of a space
station. The Federation gave us permission to dock here whilst the
repairs are completed. We should be underway again by early morning.
I wish to leave at 05.00 hours, preferably sooner. My crew will work
all night if necessary to accomplish this, but there is no need for me
to be there all of the time. Since your friend is not available, may I
join you?"

Julian hesitated. He had no desire whatever to spend any time with
Dukat, a man with whom he had absolutely nothing in common. And
really, he could think of no reason why Dukat would want to socialise
with him. But as far as the doctor could see there was no polite way
to get away from the man, and Julian preferred not to offend people if
he could avoid it.

"Please do, but I won¹t be staying here for much longer." About 20
minutes of stilted small talk should be enough for the sake of
politeness, then he would leave.

An hour later, Julian and Dukat still sat together in the bar. They
had moved to a table and were each onto their fourth drink. Julian had
expected Dukat¹s brand of conversation to be patronising and a little
rude, but in fact it was nothing of the sort. Dukat seemed to have
temporarily abandoned his usual arrogant and abrasive attitude. Hard
as it was for Bashir to believe, the man was actually proving to be a
pleasant companion.

Their conversation flowed freely, as they skipped rapidly between
subjects as diverse as architecture, fashion trends, starship design,
music, current events, food and theatre. Bashir began to realise that
Dukat was in fact a cultured man, who possessed an understanding of
many subjects. As for Dukat, he felt that the evening was turning out
to be unexpectedly pleasant. When he had first spotted Dr. Bashir,
his main reason for deciding to join him had been to covertly learn as
much as possible about current developments at DS9. And just possibly,
he might try to poison the doctor¹s mind against Garak if an
opportunity to do so presented itself. It had not escaped Dukat¹s
notice that Bashir was Garak¹s only friend back at the station, and if
he could damage that friendship then it would make the tailor suffer.
Dukat really had no other interest in the human.

As the evening wore on however, Dukat began to understood just why
Garak liked spending time with the doctor. Bashir clearly had a quick
mind and enjoyed the mental stimulation that intellectual debate could
bring. Socialising with this man seemed so refreshingly normal! Dukat
understood that he would always be the focus of other people¹s
suspicion and distrust; it came with the territory. Whatever he said
on DS9, even if it was just "hello", was examined for some double
meaning. Most of the time this didn¹t bother him, in fact it pleased
him, but every now and then the chance to have an ordinary
conversation about ordinary things seemed just wonderful.

So Dukat forgot his little agenda and relaxed, enjoying the moment.
And he drank.

And so did Bashir.

After a while they started to mix drinks, selecting a variety of
alcohol from different planets to sample. As all of the drinks were
real alcohol, rather than synthale based, this was really not a good
idea.

Towards the end of the evening both men were totally intoxicated,
especially Dukat. He was finding it difficult to talk, as the words
seemed to get confused in his head. He also had a splitting headache.

"We had a LOT to drink. Perhaps we should go back to quarters now"
Julian said slowly and with the air of one making a great and solemn
announcement.

"Don¹t think I¹ve - got any" Dukat muttered. "Can¹t go back to the
ship like this, sets a bad example."

Julian looked puzzled, but after a minute his face brightened. "Come
back to my quarters. You can sober up there. I¹ll replicate something
to help. When I¹ve remembered what it¹s called."

The two men got up unsteadily, although it took Dukat three attempts
before he could stand upright. Each one leaned heavily on the other as
they made their way out of the bar. As Bashir and Dukat roamed through
the station¹s habitat area, Julian realised that he was unable to
remember where his quarters were. This simple fact struck the two
inebriated men as extremely amusing, and they giggled helplessly as
they moved along the corridors. It was only with the help of a smiling
station engineer that they found the right quarters at all. Both men
staggered through the door and flopped onto the bed, still laughing.

When he finally managed to control himself, Bashir got up and
carefully made his way over to the replicator. "Computer, I need
something for a...for a...for a...no don¹t tell me computer, I¹ll
remember...oh, yes, for a hangover." A pale blue drink materialised
and he swigged it down in one long gulp. It tasted vile, but
Julian took this to be a good sign; all the best medicines tasted
awful in his experience.

He replicated another one, and took it over to the bed where Dukat was
lying down, still awake but a little dazed. The doctor offered him the
drink, and wordlessly Dukat slung it back. Julian couldn¹t help but
laugh when the cardassian pulled an agonised face as he tasted the
liquid. They both slumped down on the bed again to allow the remedy
to take effect. After about five minutes both men were starting to
feel more alive.

Dukat suddenly sat up and regarded Julian with interest. "I¹d really
never noticed how handsome you are, doctor."

Julian blushed, embarrassed both by the words and the sincerity with
which they were spoken. "Thanks for the compliment. If you¹re feeling
better then perhaps I should walk with you back to your ship. You¹ll
want to check on how the repairs are getting along."

Dukat smiled lewdly. "I could do that of course, or I could remain
here for a while. I am starting to feel much more myself now."

"Well that¹s good, so am I actually but it¹s late and-"

As Julian spoke Dukat moved with incredible speed to grab hold of
him. With one fluid movement the cardassian pulled Bashir close and
began to kiss him, cutting off his words. Julian struggled to free
himself but despite his genetic enhancements Dukat was still the
stronger of the two. The man continued to kiss him passionately,
thrusting his tongue into Bashir¹s mouth with considerable force.
Despite himself Julian moaned, swept away by the strength of the
sensations that were being produced within him. He ceased to resist
and Dukat took full advantage of this, running his hands down
Julian¹s body to touch every part of him in turn. Bashir gasped as two
strong cardassian hands kneaded his ass methodically. He moved to
stimulate Dukat in turn by reaching up to stroke and bite his neck
ridges, and Dukat delighted in his touch.

"OH YES! Doctor, do that again please!"

"You¹re very polite" teased Julian. "Funny how you never say please so
prettily when you¹re negotiating with Commander Sisko."

Dukat growled with mock anger, gripped Julian with more force and
pushed him back down on the bed. "You dare speak insolently to me? You
Federation cock teaser!"

"Cardassian scum!" Julian started massaging Dukat¹s thighs.

"Human filth!" Dukat nuzzled into Julian¹s neck and ran his hands
though his hair.

"Military whore!" Julian licked Dukat¹s ears and nibbled on the ridges
surrounding his eyes.

"Starfleet slut!" Dukat stroked and kneaded the muscles in Julian¹s
arms and shoulders.

"Arrogant bastard!" Julian began rubbing his groin against Dukat¹s,
stimulating them both wildly.

"Decadent fool!" Dukat gave Julian¹s ass a stinging blow with his
hand.

Julian started laughing at this point, and Dukat smiled back at him.
The human¹s  enthusiasm for their little game was most surprising. The
verbal sparring had sharpened Dukat¹s appetite for what lay ahead, in
fact he could feel himself getting hard already. Perhaps it was time
to move things along a little. He began to remove Julian¹s clothes,
struggling a little with the unfamiliar uniform until Bashir helped
out. One by one the items of clothing came off until Julian was naked
before him. The doctor smiled, revelling in Dukat¹s intense scrutiny
of his body.

Dukat had seen other bodies with a similar structure to Julian¹s, but
even so he was captivated by the wondrous beauty of the man who lay at
his side. Such smooth light coloured skin this Julian Bashir had. And
a lithe, slim body with no blemishes, no wrinkles, no marks at all in
fact. Plus one hell of a penis! Dukat couldn¹t really imagine what it
would be like to be fucked by such a man. It had never happened to him
before. Perhaps later on he would find out...

"I must confess doctor that it is a little hard for me to believe that
someone as young and attractive as yourself might desire me. After
all, I am many years older than you."

Julian smiled. "Commander Sisko often says that it’s always useful to
cultivate friendly relationships with high ranking officers in alien
governments. I’m sure that he’d want me to do anything I could to
satisfy you."

"In that case I do hope you’re going to serve Starfleet well, Doctor."

"I always do my duty," replied Bashir with a grin as he assisted Dukat
to take off his uniform. The doctor looked just as openly at Dukat’s
body.

The Cardassian was broader and stockier in build than himself. His
skin was much darker, and the ridged markings ran in one long line
down his body from his shoulders to his feet. Dukat’s muscles rippled
as he moved, and he was already erect. Julian was fascinated by the
sight of his moist sex, and on impulse he reached out to stroke it.

Dukat gasped, and moved closer. Bashir continued to stimulate him,
pumping his shaft with vigour. At the same time Dukat kissed and
fondled him, producing feelings of sheer ecstasy in the doctor. Before
Dukat could come Bashir stopped, causing the Cardassian to groan with
disappointment. But the doctor only moved away for a moment to
replicate some lubricant. With trembling hands he stooped to lather
Dukat’s pulsing manhood with the gel, and the Cardassian had to
struggle to prevent himself coming right then and there. With a
supreme effort he held himself under control, determined to wait until
he was right inside Julian. He drew the doctor back on the bed, and
pulled him close once more.

"Are you absolutely sure that this is what you want? Unlike some
others of my kind, I would not find it acceptable to take you unless
you are willing."

"Oh Dukat, I can’t think of anything that I want more," whispered
Julian earnestly. He turned over, and Dukat was presented with the
wonderfully arousing sight of his pert ass.

But still he hesitated. Although loath to admit the fact, Dukat was
nervous. He had never been with a human before and knew nothing of
their preferred lovemaking techniques. Now that the time had come he
was worried about the blow to his pride if he failed to pleasure
Julian, and also Dukat thought that he could easily damage the doctor
if their mating was too vigorous.

"Dukat, what is it? Don’t you find me attractive any more?" Julian’s
voice was sad.

"Ah yes, of course I find you attractive, but compared to a Cardassian
your species is not very strong and-"

"Oh is that all! Well you don’t have to worry for one moment about
causing me harm, Dukat. Believe me when I say that I’m a lot stronger
than I look. You can take me as hard as you want, it won’t matter but
just please take me!"

Without further hesitation Dukat pressed the tip of his sex firmly
against Julian’s tight opening. Julian cried out excitedly for him to
keep going and wiggled his hips impatiently, thrusting back towards
Dukat to bring them closer together. Dukat could no longer hold
himself back; the human was just too intoxicating to resist. The scent
of him, the look of him, everything about him drove Dukat wild. He
thrust into Julian, forcing his way into his ass with a shout of
passion. Julian cried out with pleasure, and twisted happily beneath
him. The doctor had never had a lover as sensual as this before! Dukat
seemed to understand exactly what he wanted, before he even realised
it himself. Julian intended to make sure that he did not disappoint
Dukat in return, and he responded to the Cardassian’s advances with
vigour.

Dukat was all the way inside Julian now, and Bashir revelled in the
new sensation of being penetrated. Dukat’s body pressed against him
for it’s whole length, and he continued to caress Julian’s face, neck
and shoulders all the while. Cardassian endearments were whispered
tenderly into his ears, and Julian murmured loving words to Dukat in
return.

After a moment’s pause for breath Dukat began moving again, increasing
the pace of his thrusts and establishing a rhythm which brought
incredible fulfilment to both men. Dukat grunted and gasped with
delight as he worked the doctor’s beautiful body. Julian was crying
out uninhibitedly, telling Dukat with every word and gesture how much
he adored what was happening to him. His fears dispelled, Dukat moved
his hand around to Julian’s throbbing member and began to pump it
strongly. He intended for them both to come at the same moment, and
timed his thrusts accordingly. Julian was almost incoherent with
excitement, and tears of pleasure were rolling down his face. Dukat
smiled to see them and bent his head to lick each one away, enjoying
the salty taste. With a final push Dukat came, and a split second
later so did Bashir.


"Oh Dukat, that was truly incredible! You're the best I ever had,
thank you so much!"

"I’m glad that you enjoyed it. You were pretty good yourself as a
matter of fact" said Dukat smugly, as the two men lay back on the bed
and curled up close to one another. Later on they made love again, and
Bashir took Dukat with a tenderness that moved the Cardassian
considerably. Bashir could sense this instinctively, although the
other man did not use any words. There was no need, for at that point
their understanding of one another was complete.

After their passion was finally spent Dukat began to feel cold, so
Julian turned up the heat and pulled the covers over them both. For a
while they chatted again, more intimately than before as the memory of
their joining stayed in their minds. Dukat talked of his love for his
family, and proudly listed his children’s various accomplishments.

"My second daughter scored a 97% average marking on her end of year
tests at school this year, can you imagine that!" He also spoke of the
pressures and disadvantages of military life, and especially of how
difficult his constant absences were for his family to cope with.

For his part Julian told Dukat about his life on DS9, and even
mentioned something of his parental problems. In the comforting
darkness both men felt able to talk about issues in their life that
they would never even have considered mentioning at any other time,
even to close friends. Somehow it felt right to let down their guard.

Finally they grew tired, and at Dukat’s invitation Julian climbed on
top of him to sleep. The Cardassian enjoyed feeling the weight of
Bashir’s body pressed against him, and Julian found that he could hear
the lovely sound of Dukat’s heartbeat in his ears. Both of them were
completely content - the room was warm, the bed was comfortable and
the company was delightful. Within minutes they were asleep.

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With nerve-jarring suddenness Bashir was roughly shaken awake several
hours later. When he opened his eyes he almost gasped at the scene
before him. At his side lay Dukat, still sleeping soundly. And around
the bed, grinning at him lewdly, were six Cardassian soldiers.

"What on earth are you doing in my quarters? Get out all of you!"

The highest ranking of the Cardassians smiled thinly. "We will, when
we’ve collected Gul Dukat. His orders were for us to leave by 05.00
hours, and when he did not arrive at that time then we feared that he
may have been harmed in some way. Instead it would seem that he met
with a...distraction on his way back to our vessel. I was wondering
why we were been unable to wake him. Now I know why, he’s had too much
exercise."

The other men laughed loudly. They all took great pleasure in
observing Julian’s obvious feelings of embarrassment and discomfort at
being found naked and in bed with their commander. Bashir checked
Dukat over quickly, and was relieved to find that he was fine.

"He had a lot to drink last night, that’s all. Take him back to your
ship; he can sleep it off on the way back to Cardassia."

Still grinning, the soldiers fetched Dukat’s clothing and dressed him.
Dukat stirred a little as he was handled but did not wake up. The
soldiers then lifted Dukat up and carried him out of the room. The
Cardassian officer paused at the door.

"I’ll be sure to give Gul Dukat your regards. Perhaps you can give me
your name in return? The Gul keeps a notepadd to record all of his
conquests, so it would be useful to have full details. He gives each
one marks out of 100 you know, and maintains a league table of his top
ten fucks for the year. I’m sure you’ll get a very high score."

"Get out or you’ll be thrown out" said Julian furiously.

With a last derisive laugh the man went away, leaving Julian alone
with his thoughts. Last night had been special to him, an event to be
valued. The way that the Cardassians had acted made him feel debased
and unclean. In addition, the thought that Dukat might clinically
assess his performance in comparison to dozens of other lovers was an
unpleasant one. And what if Dukat told everyone what had happened on
his next visit to the station, or even before? It would be impossible
to face people after that. They would despise him and he couldn’t
really blame them.

Julian knew that he would never have slept with Dukat if he hadn’t
been drunk. And yet, despite that fact he did not regret what had
taken place. The Cardassian had treated him with respect throughout,
and acted as if Julian were indeed special to him in some way. As he
continued to think about things, Julian decided that a group of
insensitive and arrogant Cardassian soldiers weren’t going to take
away a good memory. Maybe he was just one of a very long line of
Dukat’s lovers, but last night Dukat had made him feel as if he were
the only one ever. It was enough. Julian got up and headed to take a
shower, suddenly smiling as he thought about the many pleasures which
Dukat had given him.

---

Two weeks later and Julian was back into his usual routine on Deep
Space 9. The rest of his holiday had been uneventful but dull, and he
had been glad to get back to the station. Within hours of his return
he’d spoken to most of his friends, and it was clear that none of them
knew about his visit to Jupiter station. Perhaps Dukat had also
decided to not to mention their meeting to anyone. After all, he
probably had a lot more to lose than Julian did. That evening Julian
was in his quarters getting ready to go out for a drink with Chief
O’Brien.

"Ops. to Dr. Bashir, you have an incoming message from Gul Dukat. He
says it concerns a medical emergency with one of his crew."

Bashir grunted to himself. Medical emergency indeed! Well, he had no
idea what Dukat was going to say but it had better not be anything
annoying. After taking the time to chat with Garak about Cardassian
family values the other day, he had realised that Dukat would need to
keep their tryst a secret in order to safeguard his career. Although
he had no wish to hurt the man, the thought of Dukat’s lovers’
notepadd still rankled.

After a moment Julian asked Ops. to put the message through, and in
due course Dukat’s familiar face appeared on the viewscreen. He looked
cautious and wary.

"Good day Dr. Bashir. I apologies for disturbing you when you are off
duty, but I thought we needed to talk. This is a coded channel by the
way, so please feel free to speak frankly."

"What do you want to talk about?" Julian asked coolly.

"I have a question for you. Have you told anyone about us?"

"No, and I don’t intend to either. As far as I cam concerned I would
much prefer to keep this a secret."

"A commendable attitude doctor, and you can be assured that I will do
the same."

"How can you possibly do that? The men who came for you-"

"Are loyal. And they can be bought, which is almost as good. It has
been dealt with, doctor. The matter will not become public knowledge
here. And now that we have settled that issue, perhaps I can be more
personal. I wish to thank you for a most pleasant evening. You made my
stay on Jupiter station a very entertaining one."

"Oh, I’m sure that I did. What was my score by the way?" Julian could
no longer resist mentioning it.

Dukat looked confused. "Score? I don’t understand you."

Julian sighed. "Don’t play the innocent with me, please. The officer
who collected you said that you kept a record analysing your
various...partners with a score for each one, and that you-"

"A record? He said that?" Dukat laughed out loud. "Well doctor,
believe me when I say that there is no record. I fear that the officer
concerned was simply playing a game with you. I promise you, that is
the truth. And really, there is no reason for me to lie."

Dukat was clearly telling the truth and Julian was relieved to hear
it. "I’m glad about that. And...well, I had a most pleasant evening
too by the way."

Dukat smiled. "That’s good. May I ask another question?"

Julian leant forward and briefly caressed the image of Dukat’s cheek
on the viewscreen. The gesture felt oddly personal to both of them.
"Ask me whatever you want."

"When we were together, you said that I was the best lover you ever
had. Was that true?"

"Yes."

"Well, I’m most flattered by the compliment. I suppose that any man
with as many children as I have should have learnt a thing or two
about pleasing a partner by now. And although there really is no
notepadd, if there were then I would find it hard to give you anything
but a perfect score." Dukat grinned impishly as he saw Julian blush
bright red at the compliment.

"Well, doctor, I have duties to perform so I must leave you now. Thank
you again for your company."

"And the same to you Gul Dukat. Goodbye."

---
Three years later...

Dukat sighed as he got up from the conference table to stretch his
legs. All day negotiating and it seemed that so little had been
agreed. Gaining entry to the Dominion had certainly not proved to be a
quick process. Their chief negotiator Weyoun was being careful over
every little detail. However, Dukat had no doubt that the final points
would be settled in the near future, and that very soon now Cardassia
would be an important part of the Dominion.

"Gul Dukat, there is one further point that I would like to cover
before we finish today. There is concern amongst us that Starfleet may
at some point decide to seal the wormhole, which would prevent our
planned alliance from going ahead. To prevent this from happening, and
also to collect intelligence data on Starfleet’s plans, it has been
decided to replace a key member of staff on Deep Space 9 with a
founder. Whoever we remove will be sent to a prison camp in the gamma
quadrant, and believe me they won’t make it back from there. I thought
that the chief engineer would be a good choice for the founder to
replace, what do you think? After all you know the key personnel on
that station much better than I do."

As Weyoun finished talking, images from the past crowded into Dukat’s
mind. Julian Bashir holding him, loving him, calling out his name
joyously as they melded together. One night of breathtaking passion
which was never repeated, and the fact of it had been kept secret by
both of them. But soon he would be the leader of the Cardassian
government, and there would be war. When that time came, perhaps
Julian would not be willing to keep their secret any longer.

Dukat looked back at Weyoun, who was waiting expectedly for a
response.
"No Weyoun, replace their chief medical officer instead. He’s still
senior staff with a good security clearance, plus he has access to
drugs and medical records which could be useful. Replacing the
engineer would be the obvious choice, and it’s the first thing they’d
think of if things go wrong. You don’t want your beloved founder to be
caught, do you?"

"Of course not. You’re right, we should take the doctor. I’ll arrange
it immediately. Until tomorrow then, Gul Dukat."

Dukat stayed in the empty room for some time afterwards, thinking
about the young man whom he had just sentenced to death, or at least
to life imprisonment. Eventually he got up and spoke aloud to himself.

"There need be no regrets. I must not be compromised at the very time
when I can finally unite our people so that we can crush our enemies
underfoot. It had to be done, so let it go now and concentrate on your
goal. Getting rid of Bashir was for the good of the state, for the
good of Cardassia itself, and that is all there is to say."

Dukat walked out confidently and didn’t look back

---

The End