The BLTS Archive - The End of the Line
by Poet Dareau (Poet279@aol.com)

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Archive: What a silly question! The lists, and anyone else who wants
it, just let me know first.

Spoilers: None, just kinda random.

Feedback: At this point, sure, just NO flames. Flames will be happily
reported to your provider.

Disclaimer: I don't own anybody or anything. Please don't sue me, all
I have is an orange Tabby with a bad attitude and one of those
Delaware quarters worth two bucks.

Notes: I am really new to G/B, and I don't know what the popular
mythology regarding Garak's anatomy is, so let's just say, this is how
*I* see Cardassians, at least in this fic. This was originally meant
to be part one of a series, but I've been out of it for a few months
and I can't for the life of me remember what came after it, so it is
now a stand-alone PWP. Thanks to Christal the Wonderful for beta-ing
for me.

Warnings: Nothing you aren't expecting.

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I cross over to him. To my dear Dr. Bashir. *My* Dr. Bashir. *Mine*.
My... Julian. I hear the words flowing through the air and realize I
spoke aloud.

"Yes, all yours," Julian breathes. Sweeter words were never spoken.
Yes, they were... when Julian said that he loves me.

I reach up to stroke his face. How odd my own skin looks against his,
the light grey a sharp contrast to his pale brown. But it's almost
exquisite in its disparity, like the two of us. So completely
different, incongruous to the outside world, but here, together,
alone, we are two halves of the same whole. A perfect fit, a match,
mates.

"What?" he asks quietly. I've been staring at him.

I brush my hand against his temple and through his hair. "You are so
beautiful." My voice is husky; I sound as if I've lost control. I
have. "So very beautiful," I whisper.

Julian tenderly takes my hand in his own and presses a soft kiss
against the palm, making me shiver. He brushes his fingers against my
lips, and I gently kiss each in turn.

Julian and I in unison look up into each other's eyes. I want him,
and... he wants me. Gods Almighty!! Julian Bashir, the fresh-faced
doctor, the dashing Starfleet officer, the beautiful young man, wants
me, Elim Garak, now truly nothing more than a simple, middle-aged
tailor. Julian wants me.

Julian reaches up to encircle my neck and begins to run his fingers
through my hair, one hand drifting lower to fondle my neck ridges.
Without thought or hesitation, I return his embrace. Who could think
with Julian Bashir's arms wrapped around him?

I realize Julian is about to kiss me, and I'm scared, and nervous, and
impatient all at once.

Then his lips touch mine, and all thought stops. There is only this.

Julian's arms around me.

Julian's lips pressing against my own.

Julian's tongue begging entry to my mouth, stroking against my own.

It's almost too much for me to bear.

When Julian finally pulls away to breathe, I realize he is supporting
me. I look into his eyes and we both laugh softly. As if exchanging a
single thought, we begin walking towards my bed as one.

In my bedroom we pause at the bed. Julian looks into my eyes, silently
questioning whether I want to go on.

I almost laugh.

I've waited for this for too many years to stop now. I answer his
unspoken question by covering his mouth with my own, my tongue gently
parting his lips. I feel his hands at the buttons of my tunic and I
step back. The look on Julian's face is almost one of hurt but quickly
shifts to one of understanding as I begin unbuttoning them myself.

When I have finished with the last fastening, I slowly shrug off my
top and let it drop to the floor. I kneel before Julian and I can hear
him gasp, but I am only removing my boots. That done, I place them to
the side and rise.

I turn my back to Julian as I begin unzipping my trousers. As the
station's doctor, Julian has seen the ridges that line my shoulders
and end just above my buttocks, but he's never seen them flared with
arousal.

As they are now.

I begin slowly sliding my pants down my legs, the rough material
inflaming both my erection and lower ridges further. When I have
reached my ankles, I step out of my trousers and toss them to the
side, straightening as I do so. My back is still towards Julian, and I
turn to face him.

His eyes are dilated with lust... and fixed on me. His breathing is
heavy and the bulge in his pants grows as his eyes fall on my own
freed erection.

I wait for Julian to step closer, but at this point I don't think he's
capable, so I instead close the distance between us.

My hands are shaking as I reach for the top of Julian's zipper. I
slowly unzip his outer jacket, then push it off of his shoulders and
onto the floor.

I bring my hands back to his waist and untuck his pale periwinkle blue
tunic. I slip my hands under the bottom and flatten my palms against
his stomach. I slowly begin moving my hands up his body, pausing to
caress each nipple. I return my hands to the bottom hem and gently tug
upwards, slowly raising Julian's arms above his head as I remove the
now cumbersome tunic.

I unceremoniously drop to my knees before the doctor again. I untie
both of the doctor's boots and remove each in turn.

I sit back on my heels to admire the half-naked and barefoot man
facing me before reaching for the zipper of his pants. As I undo this
last fastening, I lightly trail my hand over the hardness before me. I
grasp the waistband of Julian's trousers and slide them down his
shapely legs, revealing more of that lovely mocha skin, inch by inch.
As Julian steps out of his pants, he leans toward me for support and I
am faced with his now barely clothed erection, a thin layer of cotton
all that separates me from his cock.

There is a moist spot of precum on Julian's briefs, and I lightly blow
on it, my warm breath sending a shiver of pleasure through him. I
swiftly remove the underwear, and I don't think Julian is even aware
he stepped out of them, so lost in the moment is he.

I gaze up at him, his cock protruding proudly, lips parted in
anticipation, eyes heavy-lidded with desire.

He really is the most exquisite thing I have ever seen. I wish I were
a sculptor, for he should be captured like this, to be admired from
afar. Admired from afar... by all but me, because he's *mine* and he
loves *me*.

Julian's erection bumps my nose in impatience, and I rise to face him.
Suddenly the look on his face is uncertain.

"What's wrong?"

"I-I've never done this, you know, with another man," he explains
uncertainly.

"Would you like to stop?" I ask softly as I begin to move away.

"No!" Julian exclaims, almost frantically, as he reaches for me. I
feel myself being pulled tightly against him, and I raise my arms to
comfort him. "No," he repeats, more calmly this time. "I need this; I
need *you*." He pulls back to look me in the eye, and I see such love
there, love like I have never known. And need. A need that could
swallow us both whole. He needs this, us, just as much as I do. Maybe
more.

I nod, silently indicating my understanding. I take both of Julian's
hands in mine, then gently push him to the bed. He immediately scoots
backwards and lies down, arms at his sides, beckoning me. I lie down
beside him and gently drape my arm over his body.

I am going to make love to this man. True, sweet, pure, love. I'm not
even sure if I'm still capable of that, or if I ever was. But I'm sure
as hell gonna try.

I begin by tracing the contours of his chest with the tip of my middle
finger. I swirl my finger around Julian's left nipple before pinching
the tiny nub and moving on to its mate. When I finish with the right,
I replace my finger with my tongue, circling the dusky tip, then trail
a line of saliva back to the left nipple, pausing to tug on each with
my teeth.

I'm moving down Julian's body now, laving every inch with wet licks,
soft kisses, and gentle bites. I press my hands against his abdomen
and trace the lines of his hips until my hands meet just above his
sex. I reach the nest of black hair surrounding his throbbing
erection, but ignore it.

Instead, I focus on the inside of those beautiful mocha thighs. I lean
down to lick along the length of one, and I half expect him to taste
like human coffee. But he tastes better. He tastes of sweat and
arousal and a certain mix of scents that have come to mean "Julian"
me. I nip and bite my way down the length of his right thigh and give
the other the same treatment on the way back up.

I position my mouth just above the tip of Julian's cock, but I pause
before going further. I look up to make eye contact with him, perhaps
to make sure he still wants this. His eyes silently answer the
question I hadn't even realized I had asked until then, and I nod
slightly.

My lips are still in position about Julian's erection, and I take his
cock all the way into my mouth in one swallow, never breaking eye
contact, even as Julian arches his back in shock. "SHIT, Garak! Warn
me next time!" I smile around my mouthful. Next time.

I pull back, trailing my teeth along Julian's shaft until I reach the
head, and slowly swirl my tongue around the tip. I trace a vein that
runs the underside of Julian's cock several times before swallowing
him again. When I feel the head of his penis bump the back of my
throat, I suppress my gag reflex and begin swallowing, massaging
Julian's hard member with my throat muscles, moving my hand to fondle
his balls. I am so intent on my work and the delicious moans I am
wrenching from the young man, I barely notice when he grasps my head
and begins thrusting.

I can tell the doctor is nearing completion, but I'm not ready for it
to be over just yet. I pull roughly on Julian's balls and remove my
mouth, ignoring his moans of protest. Instead I move up his body until
I am sitting just above his penis, the tip pressing against the
entrance to my body. I look into Julian's eyes pleadingly, and he
understands my silent question.

I slowly move off of the smaller man to lie beside him. He sits up and
looks down at my supine form, then gently parts my legs to kneel
between them. Julian looks at me questioningly, and I nod towards the
small night table bearing the spiced massage oil I had saved for just
this moment. Julian takes one of my hands in his and reaches for the
lubricant with the other. He slowly pours a small amount into each of
our palms and guides my hands to his cock. The spicy, tingly feel of
his oiled cock sliding beneath my hands is one of the most sensual
encounters I have ever experienced.

I close my eyes and moan aloud without meaning to, forcing Julian to
emerge from his own pleasure. Julian leans to kiss me, softly,
sweetly, and pushes in with one long thrust. I grunt in anticipation
of the pain, but there is none. Just pleasure. Pure, *perfect*
pleasure. I have never felt so complete it my life.

We lie like that for several moments, two halves of the same whole
finally rejoined, in every sense of the word. Julian finally starts
moving inside of me, pulling out slowly then roughly impaling me, his
cock brushing against my prostate on nearly every thrust.

The most erotic detail of our profane dance is the soft moans and
sighs that the clenching of my muscles is able to wrest from the man.

I can sense Julian is nearing his completion, then I hear him softly
breathe, "Elim..." Gods and Guls and wormhole aliens! That's enough to
bring me off, the clamping of my muscles around Julian's engorged cock
taking him with me.

My vision sharpens to a fine point of light, and I lose all sense of
my surroundings. Some time later, I have no idea how long, I am
brought back to reality by the sound of Julian's voice. "Elim? Elim,
are you okay?"

"Yes," I breathe, drawing out the word.

"Good," Julian smiles, "I thought I'd lost you there for a moment."

"Never," I say roughly, then more gently, focusing on the object of my
affection, "You'll never lose me."


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The End