The BLTS Archive - Nice Tux
by Dale (valioffire@yahoo.com)

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Author's Note: Written for Jen (cjjingram) in the ASCEML
Fic Exchange.

Disclaimer: Other’s own Trek. I just play.

Beta: Thanks to Starshadow for the beta!

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Julian stretched his long legs, kicking the slippers
off to rub his toes in the thick carpet.  A sigh
followed a mumbled, "ah, now I can relax."  Lying back
on the sofa, he placed his head on a toss pillow and
gazed carelessly at the ceiling.  The short Rigellian
silk robe he had put on when leaving the shower draped
loosely open to his sides.

Soft classical music filtered through the air.
"Cardassians' most renowned  string orchestra.  I'm
impressed, Doctor."

"What the. . . " Julian sat up quickly, automatically
rising to glare at his intruder.  "Garak. What are you
doing?  The holosuite was bad enough, but breaking in
my quarters?"

Angrily he reached for his communicator lying on a
nearby shelf.  "No idle threats this time.  Security,"
he spoke into the small pin after giving it a soft
tap.

"Isn't that a rash decision, Doctor?" the Cardassian
approached leisurely.  "I just stopped by to visit."

"Security, " Julian repeated, his eyes riveted on
those of the being he didn't quite know how to
classify.  Enemy?  Spy?  Friend?  "What's the matter
with this thing?" he grumbled.

"This." Garak held up a small grey box that rested in
the palm of his hand.  Before waiting for the
inevitable next question he explained, "A little
device to dampen your communicator."  He held it up
proudly, "It also works quite well on small weapons.
I thought you should know just in case your
overreaction leans in that direction."

"Overreaction?" Julian fumed.  "This is twice today
you have invaded my privacy and I'm not going to stand
for it."  Moving toward the door, he stopped when
Garak quickly stepped in front of him, blocking his
way without touching.

"I wouldn't do that, Doctor."

"Out of my way, Garak.  It's been a rather long day
and I'm not playing your game."

Garak laughed sarcastically. "But game-playing is why
I'm here.  I want some answers to today's adventure.
I believe you owe me that much."

"Owe you!  I don't owe you anything."

"I disagree, my dear Julian."

"I told you to not call me that!" he hissed.

Garak chose to ignore it. "You admitted today that you
picked up behavior from me.  I find that interesting,
considering you're still in denial over what we
share."

"What are you rambling about?' Julian rubbed his
forehead in exasperation.  His eyes cast downward and
he realized his lack of covering.  Quickly the Human
wrapped his robe snug around his body, using his arms
to hold it tight.

"Oh, please Julian, you're a doctor.  You know the
body is nothing to be ashamed of."  Letting his eyes
travel suggestively over the man's body, Garak's
expression left no doubt his imagination was still
seeing the half-exposed flesh instead of its
covering.. "Especially a body like yours."

"Will you please leave!" Julian fumed again. "I'll
have a word with Odo tomorrow over this nasty habit of
invasion you've developed.  For now I just want you
out of here so I can get some sleep."

"I plan on complying with your wishes, but I first
want the 'thank you' that I deserve.  We can save the
explanation of your holosuite adventure for another
time."

Not surprised Garak ignored his threat, Julian sighed
with frustration.  "What 'thank you'?"

"Today in the holo program when I inquired about your
secretive behavior, you said it was a habit you
must've received from me."

"And?"  Julian's question seethed through clinched
teeth.

"Let's be honest. You're avoiding me since our one
dalliance left me briefly thinking you didn't care."

"I don't," the hasty words were too quick to tumble
from the doctor's lips, and they both knew it.

Garak smiled smugly, "And today I find you in a
holosuite playing a spy. Talk about imitating my
behavior.  Especially when you shot me.  So cruel. . .
it was very exciting."

Julian shook his head to chase off his confused
thoughts.  Turning with further exasperation he sat
back down on the sofa with a huff.  His arms still
folded tight, he glared up at Garak.  A twinge of
guilt shuddered through him at the sight of the
bloodspots on the neck of Garak's white shirt.  The
Cardassian still wore the tux he had showed up wearing
in the holosuite.

"I patched your neck; it was barely a graze.  Is this
why you're still wearing that outfit?  Are you trying
for sympathy?  It won't work."  The hard edge in
Julian's tone was fed by his exhaustion.  He didn't
care if this puzzling being could see through his lie.

Garak moved closer, and for the first time since
entering the room touched the Human he craved.  With
slow gentleness he rubbed the top of Julian's slightly
bent head.  "All I want, dear Julian, is a 'thank
you.'"  His voice was almost a whisper, "A 'thank you'
to me for making an impact on your life."

"You are so arrogant," Julian's weary voice chastised.
But he didn't pull away.

Garak noticed.

"Yes, I can be.  Especially when I watched your
fantasy play out, and I couldn't help but take pride
in the brave manner in which you conducted yourself."
He slowly sunk to his knees before the Human, letting
his fingers slide seductively down Julian's cheek.

"Why are you here, Garak?  Truth.  I made it plan to
you I don't think this is a good idea."

"Yes, you did."  After removing his shoes and socks,
he focused his eyes on Julian's while unfastening his
pants then sliding his clothes down.  Without
releasing the Human's gaze he wiggled free of the
garments.

Julian's eyes roamed to the Cardassian's genitals.
The thick head of the alien's cock peeked out below
the white shirt tail that he still wore.  Although the
jacket was now casually open the still-fastened black
bowtie made Julian chuckle.  He shook his head in
disbelief.  "I take it you're not going to listen to
any more of my denials?"

"No, Doctor, I'm not."  Garak moved between the
Human's spread knees, coaxing his cock against the
rising member of his lover.  "I admit the ladies you
flirted with today were disturbing, but I realized it
was another example of how desperately you struggled
to avoid this."  

He pressed harder, forcing Julian to lean back against
the sofa.  Their desires flared on contact.  With the
precision of hungry Terran wolves, they maneuvered to
a position that would enable them to feed off each
other's needs.  Their groins welcomed the other's male
hardness with thrusting madness that allowed each to
seek unyielding claim of his mate's territory.  A
quivering growl escaped from one of the tangled bodies
but neither noticed because the other soon replied in
a likewise manner.    

With equal moans of striving for completion they
welcomed the sudden fall from the sofa.  Landing with
Garak on the bottom, his legs automatically spread to
allow Julian room to pound harder against him.  Their
cocks swollen from a desperate need to release the
first spurts of cum, each blended with the other's in
a struggle to end the fight of passion.

Several moments passed before they stopped pressing
for the last final drops.  Julian rolled reluctantly
off, but cuddled against his companion's side.  Heavy
breathing took what words Garak started to whisper but
his arm around the Human spoke for him by tightening.

Julian smiled over the hug, then raised his head so
their lips could meet.  With his fingers playing with
the now disheveled bowtie he nipped at the
Cardassian's lip, then pulled away.  Their eyes
locked, both filled with a shine of exhausted
afterglow.

"Nice tux," Julian teased with another kiss, then
curled back in the embrace to sleep.

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The End