The BLTS Archive- A High Price to Pay
by T'Lin (LinkyS@aol.com)

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Note: Part of the "Garak Fuhq Fest"

Archiving: Exclusive to the Garak Fuh-Q Fest's Cardassian Choir page
until December ... then ASC/EM, BLTS and my own web page.

Warning: This story contains m/m sexual contact ... if this isn't your
thing, or if you're underage, READ NO FURTHER ... this is fair
warning!

Disclaimer: Paramount/Viacom owns all things TREK ... I just borrow
their wonderful universe, and all the people in it, and let them have
a little fun. I promise to put them all away when I am done. No
copyright infringement intended, I make no money off of this.

october 2001

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The last few days had been tedious ... he never realized just how
difficult it was to get from the heart of the Federation (Earth), to
the outer borders (DS9) as a civilian. But once he severed his ties to
Starfleet, that is exactly what he had to do to get back home. Of
course, 'home' was not exactly where he was going ... his home was now
in Cardassian space ... and he was on his way to join the Maquis ...
to help his people, now that they had been abandoned by the
Federation.

Deep Space Nine was his final stop before he met with the Maquis
leaders ... he would be contacted there for his final indoctrination.
In the mean time, there was vital strategic information that he was
told to get his hands on ... he knew that success in this endeavor
would guarantee his position with the Maquis.

Of course, his Starfleet training was also a step up on the ladder ...
but the Maquis had been burned before by Starfleet infiltrators ... he
would need to get this information in order to gain their trust.  

As he arrived on DS9, he felt apprehensive. The place was crawling
with Starfleet personnel, and although nobody knew his real reason for
leaving the fleet, word had spread of his resignation. Luckily for
him, he knew few of the Starfleet personnel on DS9, and those he was
acquainted with were easily avoided, he hoped.

His contact had told him that the information he sought could be found
with the local tailor. He had been given the proper recognition codes,
and told what to expect ... if all went according to plan, he would
get the information they required ... and a new set of clothes. The
perfect cover for his meeting with the man. The only detail that was
not agreed upon in advance was the method of payment. That would be
left to the discretion of Chakotay ... and the tailor, of course.

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Chakotay sipped his coffee while sitting at a table overlooking the
gaming area of the local establishment ... a place called Quark's. He
had arrived at the station earlier than anticipated, and  still had
about 40 minutes until his appointment with the tailor.

When he had first arrived, he had asked a few discrete questions ...
and in so doing, had ascertained that the tailor went by the name of
Garak. He had, however, been unable to discover more than his name,
and the location of his shop. For some reason, nobody wanted to talk
about the tailor.

After making his inquiries, he quickly retreated to the upper-level
table. It seemed to be the perfect place to get a feel for the
station, without attracting the attention of STARFLEET. This close to
the disputed area of space, he wondered how much Maquis traffic came
through here ... and if the 'locals' were friendly to their cause or
not. STARFLEET, of course, would not be, but the Bajoran people? They
very well could be a source of support and information.

Still contemplating, Chakotay finished his coffee, and made his way
slowly to the tailor's shop. As he entered, he could hear voices in
the back room ... apparently another customer was with the tailor.
Since a new outfit was part of his cover, he took this opportunity to
look over the selections on the racks ... contemplating what he would
have the tailor make for him.

As he looked over the wide variety of styles, the voices from the back
got a bit louder, as if the two were entering the main part of the
shop. Chakotay stood behind the rack, listening intently to the
conversation.

" ... Garak."

"But my dear Doctor, why does Sisko feel he has to go after them?"

"It's part of his job. Besides, I would think you, of all people,
would want to see the Federation do whatever it can to protect the
Cardassian/Federation peace."

"My dear, you know I have no love for the Cardassian government ...
after all, I am *here* because of them, am I not?"

"You do keep telling me that ... but I still wonder sometimes."

At this point, the two had emerged far enough into the shop that
Chakotay could see them ... at least, he could see the back of the
Starfleet doctor ... Garak was blocked from his view, as he stood
facing the doctor. He was not entirely sure, but it looked as if the
doctor reached out to the other man, as he went on, "I *am* sorry
about dinner tonight ... I promise to make it up to you when we
return."

"I will hold you to that promise," the other replied, as he pulled the
doctor into an embrace. As he stepped back to let the doctor leave the
shop, Chakotay got his first glimpse of Garak ... and realized that
the tailor was a Cardassian!

His mind was racing. // do the Maquis leaders know their informant is
one of the enemy?  how can they trust him? could this be a trap? //
All these thoughts kept spinning around in his head, as he tried to
decide on his course of action.

When the doctor was gone, the Cardassian turned to Chakotay with a
smile on his face ... "Tarkellian Silk is a wonderful fabric," he
said, by way of greeting.

"Yet impractical for the 'outdoors-man'," was the prearranged reply.
He had decided to get the information, and then determine if it was
worth the risk. If the conversation he had overheard between the
tailor and the doctor was any indication, Garak was not in league with
the Cardassians. But then again, the doctor was not entirely sure, and
he certainly knew the tailor far better than Chakotay ever dreamed of
knowing him.

"Perhaps ... but even the most zealous of 'outdoors-men' must come
'indoors' once in a while, and enjoy the pleasures offered there." 
Garak concluded with a predatory smile.

"I do concede your point ... however, I would like to look at more
practical fabric at the moment." With these innocuous, but
pre-arranged phrases completed, he had taken the first step to
becoming one of the Maquis ... and his stomach felt as if it were
twisted in knots.

Suddenly, the realization of what he was doing hit him ... with this
conversation he was sealing his fate ... his betrayal of his oath to
Starfleet was complete ... it was now impossible for him to 'turn
back'.

Chakotay's thoughts were clearly etched across his face, as the tailor
shook his head before speaking once again. "I see you are reluctant to
deal with me," he started, and seeing the look of denial cross the
human's features, he continued, ""no need to deny it ... but I assure
you, I mean you no harm. I am but a simple tailor ... nothing more."

Crossing the room to where his sizing scanners awaited, he motioned to
the Human, "come, let me take your measurements ... then we can see
what I can do for you." The predatory smile was back on his face, and
Chakotay expected his eyes to be cold and suspicious. He was shocked
to see warmth in the sparkling blue eyes ... and something more that
he couldn't put his finger on ... something that made Chakotay uneasy,
though he didn't know why.

He stood where the Cardassian told him, and let him take his
measurements. So far, nothing unusual had happened, and he was
beginning to wonder what kind of information the tailor could possibly
have ... and exactly what kind of 'payment' he would be expected to
make. 

Chakotay, being slightly impatient, and wanting to get out of the shop
as quickly as possible, started to ask Garak about his information,
but before he uttered a word, Garak spoke.

"So, you're the outdoors type. Hmmm ... I think I have just the thing
for you." And with that, he went to the back room. He returned a
moment later with a bolt of fabric ... what appeared to be soft,
supple hide of some sort. "Tell me, do you have an aversion to
'natural' fabrics?" he asked, as he took a length of the soft brown
'cloth' and laid it over one of Chakotay's shoulders, and ran his hand
over his cloth-covered chest.

Chakotay shuddered at the touch ... it was far too intimate for his
comfort. Not that he had an aversion to intimate contact with another
man ... but this was not just 'another man' ... this was a Cardassian!
Suddenly, he realized what it was he saw in those blue eyes that
troubled him so ... and caused his body to betray him by responding to
the touch. It was desire ... or more likely lust. But no matter, he
was aroused by it, despite his loathing of the Cardassian people and
what they had done to his homeworld.

Not wanting to jeopardize his mission, however, he forced himself to
look the Cardassian in the eyes, as he replied, "No ... I actually
prefer them." the 'huskiness' of his own voice came as a surprise ...
and he could see that the Cardassian noticed, as well, as his smile
widened, and he pressed his body against the Human's.

Chakotay pulled away, as he felt the Cardassian's hand press against
his crotch. Garak would have none of that, however, and pulled the
reluctant human close once again, as he whispered in his ear, "if you
want my information, you'll give me what I want."

Chakotay knew he had no choice ... not if this information was as
vital as he had been led to believe ... but he did not want to give in
to the demands of this loathsome creature. Fighting off his aversion,
he let the Cardassian fondle his cock, ashamed that he was responding
to his touch. Trying to keep the passion out of his voice, he said in
a strained whisper, "you should have stated your terms in advance ...
*then* I would have been prepared for the price you would ask for this
information."

"Ah, my dear ... but I did not know what my price would be," Garak
replied, as he stepped back to inspect the impressive bulge his
manipulation had generated. His smile widened, as he saw the look of
apprehension on the Human's face.

Garak had been painfully aroused all day, in anticipation of his
*dinner* date with the good doctor, but when he had come by to cancel,
Garak knew he needed to devise another plan to relive his condition.
As soon as he realized who the human was who had entered his shop, he
devised an alternate plan for the evening.

It helped that this human was extremely attractive ... although not
necessarily the type he usually went for, he would do very nicely.
Garak removed the length of fabric from Chakotay's shoulder, and set
it aside, then came back to run his hands over the muscular chest,
saying quietly, "tonight, you will make a 'down payment' for the
information you require. This information will be on a disk, sewn into
the lining of the vest I will make for you. You may pick up your new
outfit tomorrow evening ... make sure you have five strips of
Gold-Pressed-Latinum for your final payment."

Chakotay was stunned ... this was a very high price to pay, even
without the sex ... especially considering he had no idea what the
information was. Before he gave himself to this insufferable
Cardassian, he had to know if it was worth it, so he asked, "how do I
know the information is worth such a price?"

"You don't," was all Garak said, as his smile grew wider. Seeing that
he may have pushed this human a little too far, and fearing he may
back out of the agreement, he decided to give him a small amount of
information ... after all,  it was the least he could do ... and he
would certainly make him pay for the information later this evening.
"The disk contains starmaps ... Cardassian trade routes, and the like
... I cannot tell you more."

Chakotay relented, saying, "they better be as good as you say ... or I
will be back."

"You must believe me ... I would not deceive you in this matter." With
that, Garak walked away from his customer, and pulled out a few
drawings, sitting at his work table, and motioning his guest to the
chair opposite. In a more conversational tone, he continued, "so ...
here are a few styles for you to choose from. They are all my designs
..." and pointing to one of the drawings, he continued, "and if I do
say so myself, this one would be ideal on you, in the fabric we
discussed."

Chakotay agreed with his assessment, and the deal was made. He would
meet Garak in Quark's at 1900 hours for *dinner* ... where he would
make his first payment. The Latinum for his final payment would not be
a problem, although it would just about wipe out his funds. It was a
high price, but one he was willing to pay for the freedom of his
world, and others like it.

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It was nearly 1900 hours, and Chakotay found himself back in Quarks,
sitting at a table overlooking the gaming tables. It also afforded him
an excellent view of all who entered the establishment.

He had spent the intervening time since his meeting with Garak walking
the station ... perusing the shops, and other areas frequented by the
tourists. The observation deck proved the most interesting, as the
wormhole opened while he was there ... as he had heard, it was an
awesome sight!

He had also spent the time contemplating his situation ... the idea of
fucking a Cardassian was repugnant to him, yet he could not deny his
physical reaction to the advances of the tailor. Obviously, he was
reacting to his 'maleness' ... and that response was overriding his
natural dislike of his species. For the sake of the cause, he had
resigned himself to the necessity of forgetting that the man was a
Cardie.

As these thoughts were going through his mind, the Cardie in question
entered the bar. By the looks he was getting, he was not especially
welcome there. He spoke briefly with the Ferengi behind the bar ...
Quark, himself, from what Chakotay had been told ... and saw him
gesture up to where he was sitting.

Garak made eye contact with Chakotay, and smiled his predatory smile,
as Quark handed him a small disk. Garak acknowledged this with a nod
to the proprietor, then made his way up to Chakotay's table.

"So nice to see you again, my friend," Garak said, as he sat across
from Chakotay. Before his companion could react to the familiarity of
the greeting, he continued, "I must admit, I was quite surprised to
see you enter my shop this afternoon ... what has it been," he asked
with a wink, "five years?"

"Something like that," was Chakotay's cautious answer. Obviously, the
Cardassian was creating a 'past' between them to cover this unusual
meeting. He just wished that he had been prepared for the role he was
expected to play ... theatrics were never his strong suit.

"Ah, my tattooed friend ... always the cautious one." Garak stood, and
motioned for his companion to do the same, saying, "Come ... I've
arranged for us to use one of Quark's holosuites ... I don't know
about you, but I prefer the peace and quiet of the holosuites over the
din of the casino."

"I suppose that all depends on the program one chooses," Chakotay
answered, as he stood to follow the Cardassian into the private room.

"Oh ... I have a special program in mind ... one I devised for the
enjoyment of both Human, and Cardassian." As he stood in the doorway
to allow Chakotay to enter in front of him, he reached out, and
grabbed the human's ass as he passed. "At least, it has proven
enjoyable for *one* human ... I hope you find it so, as well."

The first thing Chakotay noticed was the dim lighting, and then the
heat hit him. It was a sticky, cloying, stifling kind of heat ... the
kind that made your clothes cling, no matter how loose-fitting they
were. It was also the kind of heat that his people experienced in the
sweat-lodge ... some thought it aided the vision-quest ... others
thought it was cleansing to the spirit.

He had always just found it annoyingly uncomfortable.

"Come, Chakotay ... make yourself comfortable." Garak said, as he
pulled his companion further into the room, where there was a 'hot
spring', surrounded by natural rock 'seats' ... the steam rising off
of the water smelling slightly metallic.

Resigning himself to the inevitable, Chakotay reluctantly followed the
Cardassian to the edge of the spring. Once there, he turned and
reached out to unbutton Chakotay's shirt. Chakotay tried not to react
to the lust in the other's eyes, or the touch of his hands ... but no
matter how much he resisted, his body betrayed him. Soon, he would be
stripped of all his clothing, and his semi- aroused state would be
known to the tailor ... then it would be only a matter of time before
his 'payment' would commence.

When Garak had finished removing Chakotay's clothes, he stepped back
to inspect his companion. He smiled, seeing the half-erect penis, and
the defiant stance of the Maquis ... he could see in his eyes how much
he loathed himself for his body's betrayal.

Circling his prey, Garak declared, "you may begin making your payment
to me by removing my clothing." And as he returned to face the human,
he ran his hands over the muscular chest, teasing the erect nipples.
His words and his actions caused the human to tense up, and his cock
to stiffen. Garak was pleased.

After only a moments hesitation, Chakotay reached to undo the
fasteners on the neck, shoulder, and down one side of Garak's tunic.
When he had opened it, he slipped his hand into the opening to slide
the garment off of the Cardassian's shoulders. As his hand brushed
across the neck ridges, he felt a shiver go through the Cardassian's
body, and a moan escape from his lips.

Curious, he repeated the gesture, and watched the eyes of his
companion ... apparently, the ridges were an erogenous zone. Seeing
how his touch affected the other, he felt his own body respond in
kind. Admitting to himself that he was horny, and needing the release
that only a good fuck can produce, he opened the Cardassian's pants,
and slid them down over his hips.

The intricate patterns of scales and ridges, until now only glimpsed
on his face and neck, followed the contours of his hairless body.
Chakotay ran his hand lightly along the neck-ridge, then traced it
across his chest, and down his flank, to where it ended at the
impressive erection. His action caused the Cardassian to shiver, and
release a copious amount of pre-cum  ... the site of it caused
Chakotay's balls to tighten in anticipation of what he knew was to
come.

Finally free of all clothing, and eager to 'collect his payment',
Garak motioned for Chakotay to follow him into the pool. Seeing his
hesitation, he assured him, "the water is quite tolerable for humans,"
he smiled lasciviously at the human as he continued, "at least the
good doctor enjoys it. Come, bathe with me ... and then we will see
how we can please each other."

Lowering himself into the water, he closed his eyes, and sighed. Soon,
he felt the water slosh around him, and knew that Chakotay had joined
him in the pool. Eyes still closed, he once again addressed his
companion, "isn't this lovely?"

"Actually, it *is* quite pleasant," Chakotay agreed, as he settled
into the steaming water ... he could feel his tension easing ... and
there was something in the water that made his skin tingle in a very
pleasant way.    

Chakotay allowed himself to relax in the steamy water, sinking down
against the edge, until only his face was in the open air. The 'pool'
was designed with built-in seats, contoured for comfort and support.
After only a few minutes, he had closed his eyes ... almost forgetting
the ultimate reason for his being here ... but Garak was not about to
let him forget.

He had moved slowly, until he was sitting next to the human. Garak
knew that the water in the spring caused the humans to 'tingle', as
Julian had put it ... this 'tingling' sensation added to the arousal,
and allowed Garak to take liberties with the human without his
knowledge.

He could see the fully erect penis through the clear water, and
lightly reached out to run his finger along the length of it. He could
feel the human's pulse, as the cock swelled even more. As Garak
increased the pressure, Chakotay moaned, and thrust his cock into the
hand of the Cardassian.

// he is ready // Garak thought, as he stood, straddled the hips of
the human and sank to his knees ... effectively impaling himself on
the engorged flesh. At the first touch of his ass on the human's cock,
Chakotay opened his eyes, and clutched at the Cardassian. The tight
pressure, as Garak sank down onto him, rendered him speechless as the
heat of the Cardassian consumed him.

Chakotay thrust into the Cardassian ... pulling on his hips with each
thrust. In seconds, he exploded ... breathing heavily as he pumped his
hot seed into his enemy.

When he was spent, Garak stood, and said, "my turn," and grabbed
Chakotay by the shoulders, turning him over onto his knees. He grabbed
his own cock, and milked some pre-cum to use as lubricant, then
slipped a finger into the human. He was tight, although not as tight
as Julian had been.

As he prepared Chakotay, he imagined that it was Julian under him, and
nearly came at the thought of his young lover. It had been some time
since they had visited this particular program ... he would have to
suggest it when the good doctor returned in three days. In the mean
time, he would find relief in this not-so-reluctant partner.

"So tell me," he said, as he slipped his third finger into the human,
and heard him gasp/moan, "is this your first time?"

"No .... oh ..." he moaned, as Garak found his prostate. He was
already rock hard again, with anticipation of what that Cardassian
cock will feel like.

"But it *is* your first time with a Cardassian, is it not?"

"Yes."

"Good," said the Cardassian, as he removed his fingers.

Chakotay pushed back ... whimpering, "please ... fuck me!"

Garak centered his cock on the prepared opening, and slipped in past
the tight ring of muscle. His progress was slow but steady, until he
was fully engulfed. He then pulled out nearly all the way, and held
his cock on the brink of slipping out ... feeling the muscles contract
on the head of his cock nearly sent him over the edge. He could only
take this for a few seconds, then thrust deeply into the core of this
human. His spasm was as intense as it was quick.

Spent, he collapsed once again beside the human, who was leaning on
his arms, still in a kneeling position. Reaching out to caress the
tatoo on his forehead, Garak said, "thank you. That was a very
generous 'down payment'." He turned the human's face so that he could
look in his eyes, as he continued, "let's get cleaned up, then we will
have dinner." And as if in afterthought, he smiled and said, "when you
come to my shop tomorrow, bring four strips of Latinum ... you've
earned a discount."

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The End