The BLTS- Significant Other
by Invicta (invicta11@yahoo.com)

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Copyright(c)Invicta, 1999. Please send any feedback.

WARNING: This story contains explicit m/m sex and bdsm. There's also
some violence, but it's entirely consensual and written within a
sexual context. Like Klingons do, you know...  ;o)

TIMING: early 4th season DS9.

DISCLAIMER: Star Trek DS9 and all of the Star Trek characters are
owned by Paramount Pictures. All rights are reserved and no
infringement is meant.

This story appeared in the previous issue of the wonderful Scaly Tales
zine.
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He moved quickly and silently through the corridors, his eyes
constantly scanning the area, alert for any sign of trouble.
Fortunately everything was quiet. It was 21.30 hours; most people were
either in their quarters or using the entertainment facilities on the
promenade. He heaved a silent sigh of relief five minutes later as he
reached the right airlock. Then he carefully entered a stream of
commands to the airlock's control panel, and watched with satisfaction
as the door rolled open. There was a ship docked at the other end.

It was a comfort to get inside the airlock and have the door close
behind him. He did not care to contemplate the consequences if any of
the DS9 staff had spotted him. This was an area of the station which
he had no valid reason to be in, so his presence might have been
questioned. It could have been explained away he supposed, but that
would take a while, and it would get between him and his objective.
Still, the greatest chance of discovery lay ahead. If he were to
trigger an alarm, and there would be many active alarms on this ship
right now, the consequences could be unpleasant.

He drew a scanner from his tunic pocket. He had rebuilt and enhanced
this device recently, in the hope that it would increase his chances
of succeeding in his mission. Last time the standard scanner that he
used had not been up to the job, and he had been caught. Furtively he
made his way along the ship's corridors. Much to his delight the
scanner proved to be extremely effective. He was able to detect and
neutralise the hidden sensor alarms as he went, although each one
took
at least two minutes to deal with. The intruder's senses were on full
alert. His heart thumped rapidly and he could feel the adrenaline
rushing through his body. In a way this was a pleasant feeling; he
always liked a challenge.

Several crew members passed by at one point and he was only just able
to hide from them in time. He knew that they wouldn't set off the
alarms, because each one was primed to activate only when it detected
his own DNA signature. Of course the crew of this ship would also be
on the lookout for him. If they captured him it would lead to a bonus
in their next salary. Plus, they would earn the approval of their
commanding officer. Those were hardly insignificant incentives to
track him down, as the intruder knew all too well.

The man that he had entered this ship to find had been his target on
more than one occasion in the past. Consequently his quarters would
probably be at a different location this time, for added security. The
invader had to find out where they were situated. He slipped inside a
cargo bay and accessed the computer with exquisite caution. There
would be traps set for him here too, but was very capable when it
came to the use of computer technology.

After 20 minutes of painstakingly careful work he had found the right
location without being identified by the computer. He muttered a curse
under his breath. It was seven levels below him and on the other side
of the ship. He could not possibly use the turbolifts without being
caught. No choice then but to crawl around the maintenance conduits
like a vole. Before closing down the computer he scanned the corridor
outside for any sentient beings within 30 metres. There were none, so
he left the room.

It took him a long time to reach the right spot, since it was only
prudent to use a highly circuitous route. But finally he arrived at
the place that he was looking for. He expertly overrode the security
system and the door slid open. Silently, he stepped inside the room.
The living area was empty but by using his scanner he was able to
confirm that his target was inside the bedroom. Still checking for
sensor alarms but finding none in the vicinity, he entered the
sleeping area without making a sound.

The one that he had infiltrated this vessel at such risk to find
occupied the bed. He was face down and almost completely covered up by
heavy blankets. Only the usual Cardassian black hair could be seen,
strewn all across the pillow. With a triumphant smile, Elim Garak took
out a phaser.

"Goodbye Dukat," he said calmly, and fired. The body jerked once, just
for a moment, and then it was still.

But after only a few seconds the silence was broken by the sound of
slow, ironic hand clapping. Garak turned around without surprise to
see the real Gul Dukat, who was very much alive and well. Dukat had
just emerged from a closet and was looking at Garak with an amused
expression on his face.

"Very good Elim, very good indeed. You know, I really thought that I
had you beaten again this time."

Garak laughed softly. "Don't get too confident, Janinsi Dukat. I'll
always be able to find new ways to outwit you... however much you
improve security around here."

"So it would seem," murmured Dukat with a rueful smile. Then he
reached out and pulled the passive form out of the bed. It was in fact
a dummy, shaped exactly to Dukat's height, looks, colouring and build.

"I'll put him back in the closet until next time, shall I Elim?"

"Please do. You know, I do so enjoy the experience of trying to kill
you, Janinsi. And actually killing you is even more fun. There's a
certain satisfaction that comes from using my abilities to bypass your
little traps and snares."

"Then it's a shame that those abilities so often seem to let you
down," Dukat replied sarcastically. But the biting tone was belied by
the warmth in his eyes as he gazed at Garak. "Did anyone see you come
here?"

"No. I was careful, as always. Do you think I want anyone to discover
that those implacable enemies Garak and Dukat are really friends...
and lovers?"

Dukat chuckled. "Indeed not. So, since you made it all the way here
and killed me so cleverly, I presume that I must pay the appropriate
penalty now?"

Garak stiffened slightly, but then he seemed to relax. "We'll discuss
the matter of a penalty after I do this-" he said firmly. And then he
took Dukat into his arms and kissed him.

Dukat remained still for a moment since the kiss was unexpected. But
soon he was responding eagerly to Garak's familiar but always exciting
touch. Garak slipped his tongue into Dukat's mouth commandingly. His
arms wrapped around Dukat's waist, pressing the other man towards him.
They kissed long and hard.

Dukat was the one to end the kiss at last. "I'd like to know what form
my forfeit is going to take," he commented.

"Oh, I'm sure you would," said Garak with an enigmatic smile. "Could
it be that you're a little concerned about what I'll do to you?
Perhaps you're worried I'll really make you suffer, as retribution for
last time?"

Dukat grinned. "Well - perhaps I am a touch anxious. It was somewhat
cruel, your last punishment."

"Indeed it was," replied Garak, remembering that night with more than
a little resentment.

When Dukat visited DS9 they often played this game. Garak would
attempt to break in to the ship and 'kill' Dukat. In reality he
merely
applied various forms of attack to the dummy, if he was actually able
to reach Dukat's quarters. Before starting he made sure to contact
Dukat and confirm with him that everything was ready. This was so
that
there was no possibility of the real Gul Dukat being hurt instead of
the dummy. As long as Dukat always waited in the closet until Garak's
'mission' was over, his safety was assured. If Garak was apprehended
during the attack then he paid a penalty of Dukat's choice. This was
often, but not always, sexual in nature. But if he was successful,
then he got to choose the penalty and inflict it on Dukat instead.

"I had thought that you might not come to me tonight," Dukat said,
with a confident smile which did not reach his eyes. Something in
Garak's expression frightened him a little. "You were quite subdued
last time, after we played out our little comedy."

"Oh, I think that I had every right to be subdued..." Garak replied
quietly but with a steely edge to his voice.

"Then there is no doubt that you want your revenge?" Dukat said, with
a charming smile that made Garak want to fuck him then and there.

"Yes, I do. Wouldn't you?"

It had been the most humiliating experience of his life. First being
stripped and put across Dukat's knee for a sound spanking. That hadn't
been too bad; in fact, he'd quite liked it. But then, naked, chained
and on a leash, he'd been led around every public area of this ship by
Dukat. The engine room, the mess hall, the recreation area, the
sickbay, even the bridge. And all the time he had been forced to crawl
on all fours like an animal, and to act like an animal as well.
Naturally the Cardassian crew had laughed hysterically at the sight of
their commanding officer's new pet. Then they'd made all manner of
crude and sarcastic comments about him as they followed his progress
around the ship gleefully.  Oh yes; he wanted revenge all right.

"I suppose I would," Dukat admitted. "And you have the opportunity to
turn the tables on me right now. How convenient for you!" Garak smiled
briefly, but to him it was not really a joke. He knew that Dukat had
to be made to understand this as well.

"You went too far last time Janinsi," he told Dukat quietly. "Our
games together are private and they should stay private. I was very
disappointed in you."

Dukat's expression changed immediately to one of horrified shame and
he hung his head, unable to bear Garak's stern gaze. Although he was a
married man with many children, Dukat's heart would always belong to
Garak. His wife knew this and accepted it. She had married him with
the knowledge that he could offer her no more than casual affection.
Dukat had loved Garak since his eighteenth year; it was as natural to
him as breathing. As well as being his lover and long-time companion,
Garak had done everything for him. For one thing, Garak had taken
every possible step to protected Dukat's family and career ever since
they had first met. It devastated him to feel that he'd let Garak
down. He was close to tears but suppressed the need to cry, as he knew
it would disturb Garak to see him sobbing.

"Oh Elim! I'm so very sorry. What you say is true; I breached our
privacy unfairly. The fault was mine and you have every right to be
angry. I will gladly bear whatever additional punishment you wish to
apply," he told Garak penitently.

"It would be simple justice to make your penalty as public and as
degrading as my own. Perhaps I should carry it out in the middle of
Quark's, or in Ops even? And ensure that Major Kira and Captain Sisko
are there to see it?"

Dukat looked truly horrified at this idea. The thought of being
humiliated in such a way for Sisko, Kira and a Bajoran rabble to watch
sickened him. But his loyalty to Garak was absolute, and so he didn't
even need to think about his reply.

"Whatever you think is best Elim."

Garak nodded and looked satisfied. "I wouldn't do that kind of thing
to you Janinsi. The loss of dignity would damage you, and it would put
you at a disadvantage when dealing with Sisko. However it was
important for me to know that you were willing to submit to a truly
public disciplining, if I so wished. Instead, I'm changing the rules.
There will be no penalty tonight. Since your last visit two weeks ago
I've been rather distracted by my anger towards you. As a result I
was
not able to prepare a sufficiently painful retaliation. But when I'm
ready then I will send for you, and you will come to DS9 right away.
Whatever commitments that you have on hand at the time must be
postponed. Upon arrival you will then take your punishment, but it
will just be for failing to stop me tonight, not for what happened
last time. Do you understand?"

"Yes Elim." Dukat's head was still bowed and he looked extremely
upset. Garak reached out with his hand and lifted his lover's head up
until Dukat met his gaze. Then he gave the other man a dazzling smile.

"Very well then. The matter is now closed and there is no need for us
to speak of it again. Let's move on to more pleasurable concerns,
shall we?"

He took Dukat into his arms then and hugged him tightly. Dukat smiled
brightly and returned the hug, overjoyed that Garak had forgiven him.
There were issues that he still needed to raise with Garak, but right
now all he wanted to do was to have sex. He needed the closeness and
intimacy of it. He needed to be wanted and loved. Garak understood
this without a word being spoken, and was more than willing to comply.

The two men took off their clothes without ceremony, then kissed and
touched gently for some minutes. The room was warm, the lights soft
and the atmosphere seemed relaxed and intimate. But then Garak grabbed
Dukat by the wrists and physically flung him on to the bed. The move
came without warning but to Dukat it was still not unexpected.

"Get ready to grovel before your conqueror," Garak hissed as he jumped
on top of Dukat.

Dukat shook his head decisively. "Go to hell," he spat back. The
night's battle had begun.

It was a widely held belief in Cardassian society that they were the
most brutal lovers in the quadrant. Most Cardassians thrived on rough,
feral sex. They laughed at the aggressive sexual reputation given to
Klingons, seeing it as far in excess of what they deserved. It was
generally thought that a Cardassian could overcome a Klingon in bed
any day of the week. Aggressive behaviour toward their lovers was
common, especially during foreplay. When in bed together, Cardassians
didn't make love; they made war.

And so Dukat did not submit tamely to Garak's advances. He fought and
struggled like a wild thing to throw him off the bed. Garak kept
pushing him back forcefully and he was able to keep a firm hold of
Dukat's body. But then Garak yelped with pain as Dukat managed to lift
his head up far enough to bite the tender flesh of his upper arm.
Garak retaliated by slapping him hard across the face several times.
Dukat's cried out in shock since he had not anticipated this move. His
eyes watered and his face felt sore; a bruise was already developing
on his cheek.

Despite his discomfort Dukat responded swiftly. He used one hand to
block Garak from slapping him again, then he twisted the fingers of
his other hand through Garak's hair. Finally he pulled Garak's head
back sharply by the hair. The tailor cried out and let go of Dukat's
body for a moment, as he used his hands to try and release his head
from Dukat's punishing grip. Dukat took advantage of his distraction
and was able to push Garak off him. After that it only took a few
seconds for Dukat to flip Garak on to his stomach and then climb on
top of him.

"I think that you have met your match, tailor!" Dukat said gloatingly.

"Don't write me off so quickly," Garak hissed. But he was not in the
best of positions to make a comeback. Dukat's full weight was pressed
down on him, and his arms were trapped under his body. Dukat realised
that he had the upper hand for now and he took full advantage of this.
He scratched Garak's face and neck hard with his fingernails, making
him whimper. Then he moved one hand down to do the same to Garak's
thigh. Garak screamed as the sharp nails raked his sensitive flesh and
he fought endlessly to push Dukat off. But Dukat had been in this
situation many times before and he held himself in place effortlessly.

Both men grew hot and sweaty as the conflict continued. For much of
the time they were silent as they concentrated on fighting for
dominance. They never ceased to move against one another. To stop
struggling, even for a moment, was the accepted sign of surrender.

At one point Garak was incensed to hear Dukat laugh at him, although
he knew that the amusement was probably justified. Dukat had his prey
thoroughly pinned down, and so far Garak had been unable to do a thing
about it. But just then Garak had a piece of luck; he managed to pull
one of his hands free. At first he could see no way that this would
benefit him, since he was underneath Dukat and facing away from him.
It would be impossible to reach up and grab Dukat's face or neck from
this angle. He grinned then as an idea came to him. Pushing his arm
right back, he was able to grab one of Dukat's buttocks and dig his
nails in viciously.

"OW!" Dukat roared, and tried to slap the hand off his ass. But Garak
had a firm grip on him and Dukat couldn't shake him off. Then Garak
started pinching his bottom, so hard that each pinch left bruises.
Dukat knew that he had to stop this particular attack soon, or the
pain would force him to get off Garak. That was of course exactly what
his lover wanted him to do.

"Damn you Garak!" Dukat applied a particularly vicious bite to Garak's
left shoulder as a reprisal for the punishment that his ass was
taking. It didn't stop Garak, much to his chagrin. He then decided to
try an unconventional move, in the hope of taking Garak by surprise.
Dukat heaved himself free and used all of his force to turn Garak over
on to his stomach. Then he straddled Garak and held his arms down. The
manoeuvre was so swiftly done that Garak had no chance to prevent it.
They gazed at one another defiantly for neither of them was yet ready
to concede to the other.

"You think that doing this will help you?" Garak asked Dukat
mockingly.

"Damn right it will."

Dukat bent his long, sensuous neck and applied voracious kisses to
Garak's face and shoulders. Garak was unable to resist the urge to
toss his head back, so as to allow Dukat access to his neck as well.
Dukat was delighted and pressed home his attack still further. He
knelt on Garak's chest, making the tailor groan as he took Dukat's
full weight. Although Garak still struggled and fought he couldn't
make Dukat get off him, and he was tired now. He could have applied a
particularly telling blow to Dukat's penis, which was conveniently
close by. However, like many Cardassian lovers they had a standing
agreement not to attack each other's sex organs during love play. Such
a rule provided a certain peace of mind which they both valued.

But then another idea came to him and he made one last attack. Now
that Dukat was perched entirely on the upper half of his body, Garak's
legs were free. He lifted both of them high into the air and wrapped
them around Dukat's neck. By pulling Dukat back with his legs Garak
hoped to make him overbalance. But Dukat was strong enough to resist;
he used one hand to apply a hard blow to Garak's ankles. With a howl
of pain Garak dropped his legs and stopped moving. He never found it
easy to concede but whenever he did, Dukat always made it worth his
while.

Once he realised that victory was his for tonight, Dukat climbed off
Garak's chest immediately and stood up. He looked down at Garak and
studied the numerous bruises, scratches and cuts which he had
inflicted. There were just as many on his own body, but the pain
seemed trifling when compared to the sweet sense of victory that he
felt.

"I think you're getting old and weak, Elim," Dukat taunted. Dukat
himself, although perspiring freely, was still comparatively fresh.
Garak looked up at him and gave him a lustful smile.

"I love it when the sweat runs down your chest like that," he told
Dukat. He reached out his hand and knowing what he wanted, Dukat sat
down beside him. He remained still while Garak eagerly licked the
sweat off his upper body. For the life of him Dukat could not see why
this turned Garak on, but it always did and Dukat was always happy to
oblige him.

"Are you all right?" Dukat asked. "Do you need any urgent medical
attention?"

"No, that can wait; I don't have more than the usual quota of
injuries," Garak told him dryly. "You?"

"There's nothing wrong with me that fucking you won't cure."

"Then you can stay wounded," Garak told him tartly. He couldn't have
meant this less, but even in defeat his desire to control the
situation was not easily overcome.

Dukat grinned. "You want to go back to your lonely quarters for the
night then? Well fine, but how are you going to slip that massive
erection of yours right across DS9 without anyone seeing you?"

Garak looked down at his cock ruefully. The hormonal rush that their
fighting always produced had worked it's normal effect on them both.
He was as hard as Dukat and he badly needed to come.

"You think they'd mind?" he asked drolly.

Dukat nodded. "Just a little," he replied with grave mockery.

Garak shrugged. "Then I have no choice but to give you what you want?"

"You could have your cock amputated..." Dukat suggested helpfully.

Garak laughed hysterically at this. "I think tolerating your odious
presence in my bed is just about preferable to becoming a eunuch,
thank you."

"As a matter of fact it's my bed, but I appreciate the compliment
anyway. Now, let's get back to the matter at hand. You lost the war,
which means of course that I must invade your domain..." He lay down
next to Garak on the bed and leered at him.

"How deep into my territory do you intend to go?" Garak asked
meaningfully.

"As far as my cock will take me," Dukat murmured in his ear. "And as
you know, that's a damned long way..."

"All the way to the border," Garak replied with a grin, as he
surrendered to Dukat's loving embrace.

They became much less ferocious with one another now that all formal
combat was ended. Even so, their actions might still have been viewed
as rather violent by some other species. Garak moaned happily as Dukat
stroked his chest, running his hands back and forward across the many
bruises and scratches which he now sported. As the winner, it was
Dukat's right to make all the decisions when they had sex for the
first time after their fight. Garak's role now was merely to await his
destiny and then to follow wherever Dukat lead him. Dukat knew what he
wanted and gently turned Garak on to his back.

"Beloved Elim," Dukat whispered as he lifted Garak's legs up over his
own shoulders. Then with a swift movement he was inside of Garak,
making him cry out in abandonment. Dukat loved doing it this way,
because he found it immensely satisfying to be able to see the look on
Garak's face as they had sex. As he thrust his hard cock in and out of
Garak, he saw that his lover's expression was one of sheer bliss.
Dukat hammered away inside Garak, and each thrust he made had more
energy behind it.

Garak panted and gasped as the sensations of pleasure increased. He
could feel Dukat hitting the deepest spot within him every time. And
then Dukat did something that pleased Garak greatly. He used his hand
to grasp hold of Garak's cock and stroke it firmly. There was no need
at all for him to do this. As the dominant one he had the right to
concentrate purely on his own pleasure this time. Garak could
justifiably be left unsatisfied until after he had come. But Dukat
could rarely bring himself to be so self-centred, and usually they
came together. Garak purred with relief and pleasure as Dukat kept
stimulating him. The hand pulling firmly on his cock felt like a
lifeline; he was totally reliant upon it to bring him his release.

"Oh Janinsi, ohyesohyesohyes, that's it!" Garak convulsed and writhed
as he felt his climax approaching.

"Elim, I love you!" Dukat told him. His eyes reflected the depths of
the affection and lust that he felt for Garak. And Dukat could see
those same emotions being projected right back at him every time he
looked at Garak's face.

Garak's orgasm came first. His pink cum shot out and blasted against
Dukat's chest and belly. The smooth heat of it felt good to them both.
Dukat himself came about a minute later, expelling his passion inside
of Garak with a mighty roar of lust. It was, as always, the best sex
they had ever known.

After their lovemaking ended they attended to each other's wounds with
a dermal regenerator. Then they dressed and snuggled up together on
Dukat's sofa. Tired though they were, it did not occur to either of
them to go back to bed and get some sleep. It was more important to
enjoy each other's company while they could; catching up on their rest
could be done after Dukat left. Maintaining a long distance
relationship was stressful for them both in many ways. But they had
also found that it made them value the little time they had together
even more.

"I wish you'd come home Elim, where you belong," Dukat said
plaintively. "Then we could spend a lot more time together. It saddens
my heart to leave you behind each time I depart from this place."

"I have duties here Janinsi," Garak told him regretfully. "Besides,
with my father missing and the Order destroyed, it wouldn't be the
same for me on Cardassia."

"You miss Tain, don't you?"

"Yes. He was a bad father but I loved him anyway."

Dukat gave him a consoling hug. "I constantly scan our intelligence
reports from the Gamma Quadrant for news. If there is ever any trace
of him, however vague the information, I promise that you'll be
informed immediately."

"Thank you, beloved. I know he probably died during the attack on the
Founders' homeworld, but it's only natural to hope that he might still
be alive. But let's talk of happier things! How is your father?"

"Very well indeed for his age, and he sends his best regards as
always. He is not a man to forget who his true friends are. But
retirement to the Arawath colony and the need to maintain a false
identity; he finds these things a little tedious. Especially since
Tain was lost - they used to play kotra together ever Thursday
afternoon."

"Yes, Father mentioned that to me once. Doubtless your father found
comfort in having at least one acquaintance who knew his true
identity. But you know, it is better for him to live in tedium than to
die in pain. If you knew the planning, the effort, the risk, the
resourcefulness, the sheer courage it took me to fake that man's
death..."

"I do know, you've told me about it at least ten thousand times!"
Dukat said in amusement. "You have my eternal gratitude Elim, you know
that. If it were not for you then Father would surely have been
executed for his indiscretions. And he is happy on Arawath, for the
most part. It's just that sometimes he yearns to be in the thick of
the action once more."

"I can understand that," Garak said. Dukat heard a note of sadness in
Garak's voice. His heart leapt with excitement. He hoped this was a
sign that Garak might reconsider his decision to stay on DS9.

"Then come home, Elim! Return to Cardassia with me when I leave. You
know that I'll help to smooth over any problems that your return
brings. Please, I'm begging you now."

Garak looked across at his long-time lover and sighed. Dukat always
made the same request when he visited and it was always difficult to
refuse him. This time it was harder than ever because Dukat was really
pushing him. Garak felt guilty because it would be necessary to say no
to him yet again.

"I just can't Janinsi; please understand."

"But I don't understand, I really don't!" To Garak's surprise Dukat
seemed highly distressed now. "In the past I could accept it, yes.
Tain ordered you to stay here as his agent during the occupation, and
then again when Starfleet came. And you couldn't risk antagonising him
by refusing those commands, of course. He was too powerful. But Elim,
that requirement no longer applies to you now! Even if Tain returns,
you must see that after the failure of the attack on the Founders he
could never be a power on Cardassia again. And since that is the case,
why stay here? Is there something else that prevents you from
leaving... or someone?"

Garak hesitated for a few moments before replying. "There is another
factor which you are unaware of. The details are classified but you
clearly need to know part of the truth. I have certain... obligations
here, Janinsi. I was instructed some time ago to remain on DS9 for the
foreseeable future. My commission is provide specific intelligence
data for a few very highly placed individuals within Central Command.
Only three people back home know of my continuing role in events, and
nobody here is any the wiser. They all think that my spying days are
over, which is exactly what they must continue to think. But you see,
DS9 is as strategically significant to us now as it ever was. Even
more so really, because of the real threat that the Dominion poses to
Cardassia. We simply cannot afford to leave this area of space
unmonitored or unregulated. Those in authority recognise this, and so
I am required to continue working as the station tailor for now. But
when my work is done I'll come home to you. You have my word on it."

"Thank you my love," Dukat said with gratitude.

To his concern, Garak noticed that Dukat still seemed
peturbed. "Janinsi? Is there anything else that's upsetting you?"

"I am the only one that you want, aren't I? If there is someone else
in your life then I'd prefer to know about it now." Garak heard a raw
edge to Dukat's voice and noticed that he was trembling slightly.
Where had this insecurity come from?

"Of course you're the only one! You are my blood mate, my first and
last. I love you Janinsi; how could you possibly think that I'd fallen
for somebody else?" Dukat looked ashamed and didn't answer the
question at first.

"Dukat, what is this about?" Garak asked insistently.

"Your punishment, last time we met. I knew it was wrong to be so
severe but I was jealous..."

"Jealous? Of whom?"

"The human, Dr. Bashir. I feared... you spend so much time with him
these days. And then I learned that you even make trips to the
holosuite together. I could only conclude that I had a serious rival
for your affections. Why else would you be with him so often? The
thought that I had lost you terrified me but it also made me angry,
which is why I subjected you to public abuse. The original plan was
just to spank you and dress you up for a role play within the privacy
of my quarters. I'm truly sorry for my actions Elim. Please forgive me
and tell me that you'll stay with me; I don't want to lose you..."

Garak sighed and looked at his lover with resigned tolerance.
Sometimes Dukat's normal self-confidence would completely desert him
when it came to their relationship. It was as if he had a dual
personality. Everyone else knew Dukat's arrogance, his air of
authority, his intelligence, his icy superiority and his fierce
temper. Only Garak saw the soft and tender side to Dukat's character.
And it was only Garak who had to deal with Dukat's insecurities and
vulnerabilities. In the past Garak had feared that he was responsible
for this inconsistency in Dukat's nature, but now he knew better. Love
did this to Dukat, Garak knew... it opened his heart up and made him
dependant on the person that he loved. Dukat could face hatred and
contempt and anger and still remain whole, but against love he had no
defence.

And so there were times when Dukat blatantly needed to be reassured
that his lover wasn't going to leave him, that he was still desired
and loved, that everything was all right. This was a duty which Garak
always tried to carry out to the best of his abilities, and one which
he did not resent in any way. Even if the reasons for Dukat's concerns
were trivial, and of far less significance than his fears warranted.
Ever since he and Dukat had first fallen in love, it had been accepted
between them that Garak was the leader. He was content for it to be
this way and he took his duties within their relationship very
seriously. Which meant that Garak's top priority right now was to sort
this matter out. And to do that, he would have to be honest with
Dukat.

"This is why you're so anxious that I come home?" he asked Dukat. "You
think I'm going to discard you for Bashir?"

"Yes. I hoped that, if I could only get you away from here then you
might forget him after a while..." Dukat knelt before Garak and looked
up at him pleadingly. "I beg of you Elim; please don't leave me."

Garak smiled tenderly and reached down to help Dukat back to his feet
again. "Come and sit down Janinsi, and we will talk this through. I'll
explain the situation to you honestly, and you'll see then that
there's nothing for you to worry about. I love you and only you. That
is how it has always been and nothing has changed. But we rarely see
one another these days and I am a man with needs, like any other man."

Dukat looked up quickly. "You've slept with Bashir?" he said
accusingly.

"Yes I have," Garak replied, and there was no apology in his tone. He
did not like being asked this question by Dukat. "Just as you have
slept with your wife and too many other people to count over the
years. You do see, don't you, that you are the last person who has the
right to lecture to me about my sex life?"

Dukat looked sickened. Behind the words that had actually been said,
he also heard the unspoken accusations that Garak was clearly hinting
at.

//You sacrificed marriage to me in order to protect your advancing
career... //

//You sidelined our relationship further by marrying Kishan and having
her children... //

//You never stopped having sex with others, even when we were both
living on Cardassia...//

//I would never have slept with Bashir if you had allowed our
relationship to be public knowledge on DS9...//

//It's all your fault...//

Dukat buried his head in his hands and began to cry.

Garak watched his lover sobbing with a sudden rush of guilt. He'd
reacted too defensively to Dukat's question. It had been churlish and
petty of him to speak so. After all, he knew how sensitive Dukat
always was to his opinions. It had been wrong to say something that he
was bound to interpret as condemnation. What right had he to criticise
Dukat's choices, when he knew that each one had been accompanied by
it's own share of heartbreak? And all of this was old news, issues
long since fought over and resolved between them. He should not have
made Dukat bear the pain of them again.

"Janinsi, beloved, please don't cry," Garak said imploringly. He
stroked Dukat on the back and caressed the top of his head lovingly.
"I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm sorry."

Dukat looked up. Tears had made his eyes look bloodshot and his face
was contorted with pain. "I'm such a bad person! I don't deserve you
Elim, really I don't."

Suppressing the desire to make a witty remark as he knew this would
just upset Dukat even more, Garak smiled at the other man
reassuringly.

"It is I who should be apologising. You had every right to ask about
myself and the good doctor. I should have told you about it before.
Yes, I have slept with him. It hasn't happened often. The first time
was a few weeks after Starfleet first arrived here. I always think
that we came together then in an expression of shared pain. I was
mourning because you had gone back to Cardassia with the rest of our
forces and I had to stay behind. I was alone and nobody on DS9 gave a
damn about me. He was lonely too. He'd made no friends here, mainly
due to the brash and overconfident manner that he used to hide his
insecurities. And he was far from home and having to find his feet as
the leader of an important unit at a very young age. Some of those
Bajoran nurses didn't take too well to being given orders by a man who
could almost be their son. In age that is, if not in genetics. Since
then I have been able to charm him into my bed on five other
occasions. It's something that we do when the need for somebody to
hold us when the night gets too overwhelming. He is aware that I'm in
love with someone else but he doesn't know who it is. It will end one
day, of course. Either when I leave DS9 or more likely when he meets a
nice young girl and settles down to dull, monogamous family life."

"Has he expressed such an intention?" Dukat asked hopefully. Garak
smiled.

"Yes he has. He doesn't love me Janinsi, nor do I love him. Apart from
the sex, Bashir is a good friend to me. He's also a useful source of
information when I manipulate him properly, as I almost invariably do.
That, my dear one, is all that he means to me."

Dukat considered this. "I believe you, but there is something that you
need to understand. Sex with Bashir I can tolerate, love I could not.
If you ever fell in love with him then I would want to kill you,"
Dukat told him seriously. "In fact I would kill you. There is no way
that I could ever bear to see you turn to another."

"Then for my sake, it's just as well that I never will," Garak told
him dryly. Dukat looked so very relieved at this that Garak knew his
fears had been laid to rest. Now that another crisis was over with,
Garak decided that they both deserved to have some fun. He rubbed his
body firmly against Dukat's. Dukat responded eagerly to Garak's
advances. As they kissed and fondled one another, Garak left all
thoughts of Bashir aside and then he fucked Dukat until he almost
passed out.

"What's Bashir like in bed?" Dukat asked Garak curiously much later,
when their passion was at last spent.

"Not as good as you." He saw Dukat give him a suspicious look. "I mean
it! You know me. You know exactly what I like. With Bashir... it's
different. For one thing, he doesn't like to fight as we Cardassians
normally do. There's no combat at all when we sleep together. It's the
physician in him I suppose; he doesn't like to hurt people, even for
fun. And sometimes he lacks the confidence to take the lead when we
make love. It will come though, given time. He's willing and giving,
and his partner's pleasure matters to him. I like those qualities; so
many people put themselves first and to hell with what their lover
wants! To be honest I would probably be quite happy with him as he is,
were I not spoiled by enjoying many years of your incomparable
techniques. I'd give Bashir 8 out of 10 at the present for his bedside
manner. You, my love, always get 10 out of 10."

"And what about his looks? His legs are really very cute; cuter than
mine, I suppose." Dukat lifted one of his slim legs into the air and
studied it in a detached kind of way as he spoke. He didn't notice the
speculative look that Garak gave him.

"Yes, he does have nice legs," Garak agreed. "But so do you! And one
thing that you could never be is cute. Sexy, in a raw, primal,
animalistic way, yes - but not cute. But you don't need to change; as
far as I'm concerned your looks are perfect. I've never met anyone as
visually arousing as you - and that includes Bashir."

"Excellent!" Dukat exclaimed with satisfaction. "I'm damned if I'll be
upstaged by a Human!"

"That is one thing which will never happen," Garak told him
fondly. "I'm a little thirsty. Would you like anything from the
replicator?"

"Hmm... yes, a glass of mohesset juice please."

"All right. I'll have the same."

Dukat waited languidly while Garak fetched the juice. When he returned
they sat up and consumed their drinks lazily.

"Elim, do you know what I was thinking about before? What would it
have been like if you did punish me in Ops, just as you threatened to
do?"

Garak rolled his eyes. "Oh Janinsi, don't even go there!"

"No, but can't you just picture the scene? It's a normal working day
for Sisko and his crew when suddenly-"

"You and I walk into the room. I'm holding a bag containing all of the
required implements. You're clutching your dick in a desperate attempt
to stop it from getting hard at the thought of what I'm going to do to
you..."

Dukat roared with laughter. "I am NOT clutching my dick! Give me
credit for a little restraint at least Elim. No, I am simply looking
solemn and dignified, as a Cardassian should."

"And that's the last time you'd ever have any dignity while on this
station!"

"Hmm, probably. So then Sisko comes out of his office and says-"

"<Dukat, what do you want now?> In a suitably impatient voice and with
much facial grimacing of course."

"Naturally!" Dukat said with resignation. "After three years, you'd
think he could bring himself to make small talk with me occasionally!
Just a little tolerance and mutual respect, that's all I'd like to
see. But no - all he ever does is sulk and try to be tough. As if I'm
going to be impressed by that!"

Garak grinned. This was a complaint that he had heard many times
before. "What? You want the Emissary of Bajor to make small talk with
an oppressor of the Bajorans? What a disgusting idea! But let's get on
to the good bit."

"All right. Elim, you then tell Sisko that..."

"<Actually Commander, we are here on my say so. Dukat has agreed to
take a thrashing from me, and I thought you all might like to see
it.>"

Dukat adopted a whispering tone. "So then, the room goes completely
quiet. Everyone is staring at us both. Lots of Bajorans, that Dax
woman, Major Kira, Sisko - what about Bashir? Is he around at the
time?"

"Oh, why not? Everyone else is there. Quark, for example."

Dukat grinned. "And your excuse for having him in Ops at that precise
time is what exactly?"

Garak looked amused. "He's here to file a complaint because his
replicators haven't been repaired. They started to malfunction three
days ago and a repair crew still hasn't showed up yet. It's
disgraceful, don't you think?"

Dukat shook his head ruefully. "Why did I possibly think that you
couldn't invent a convincing lie to cover that? All right then; Quark
too. I imagine that Major Kira will just have to interrupt at this
point?"

"Yes, the good Major just couldn't stay silent any longer. She'd be
looking at you, but she'd ask me <Garak, just what are you up to?>"

"And what will you say?"

"<Major, unless you call security and get them to stop me, I will now
order Dukat to drop his pants and bend over this console. I'll then
whip him with a leather belt until he screams.>"

Dukat giggled. "And the Major would reply <You know Garak, this is
highly irregular and it shouldn't be allowed. However, I think the
comm system happens to be down at the moment, so unfortunately I can't
call security.>"

"Nice touch" Garak commented briefly. "So then, Sisko grins and says
<It seems like an internal Cardassian matter to me. If we interfered,
we'd be breaking the prime directive and I can't permit that. So let's
all go back to work and allow Mr. Garak to do what he has to do.>"

Dukat's rich laughter echoed around the room. "I think it's time for
me to beg you for mercy, because I really wouldn't want this to
happen."

"All right then. You beg piteously, I refuse you, I tell you to hurry
up and show your ass to the waiting crowd."

"Damn! Very well then, if I must. I pull my pants down, to the
accompaniment of numerous ribald remarks from the crowd." Dukat pulled
a face at the very idea of it.

"Of course! And by this time nobody is even pretending to work. Major
Kira laughs herself unconscious, Sisko can't believe his eyes and Dax
takes one look at your cock and asks you out on a date!"

"Ah, fringe benefits!"

Garak smiled devilishly. "And Dax the gossip also surreptitiously
contacts all of the off duty staff and tells them what's going on. As
a result, more people arrive every minute to see the show."

"And they all love it! It's the highlight of their day... or even
their year. So you do it, you flog me and you embarrass me totally.
What happens afterwards?"

Garak considered this. "I think... you stalk majestically out of Ops,
ignoring them all. You hope the incident will be soon forgotten, but
everyone you see for the rest of your stay here makes a comment about
it. Most of them leer at your ass far too often for your liking. And
even worse, somebody arranged for the whole thing to be recorded.
Copies of the recording are sold in vast amounts by Quark and at least
one of your crew buys one. Back home, someone also sends a copy to
your superiors and to your wife. Your life then comes to a complete
halt as everyone disowns you. You have no choice but to slink back
here and become my tailor's assistant and resident fuck boy. How do
you like the sound of it so far?"

Dukat hooted with laughter and gave Garak a playful punch on the
shoulder. "You horrible man! I hate it! Except for the part about
being your fuck boy of course..."

Garak smiled teasingly. "You'll hate whatever I really end up doing
just as much. You, my dear Janinsi, have got it coming to you with a
vengeance..."

---
Three weeks later...


"What is this all about, Garak?" asked Julian Bashir impatiently as
soon as he arrived. He had been invited over to Garak's quarters but
the tailor had flatly refused to say why. Although annoyed at this,
Julian had come along anyway out of curiosity.

Garak tossed him a mysterious smile. "My dear Doctor, did anyone ever
tell you that you work too hard? You deserve to take the night off and
be entertained..."

Julian looked suspicious. "And just what sort of entertainment did you
have in mind, my devious friend?"

Garak feigned a look of surprise. "Devious? Doctor, I am an open
book."

Bashir snorted with derision. "No, you're a closed book written in
code and using a language which is impossible to translate. From what
I've seen it contains an incredible amount of chapters but strangely,
no index."

Garak laughed. "Well Doctor, if you must persist in viewing me in such
a negative light, I can probably do nothing to dissuade you. I will
admit that my invitation could have been worded more clearly. But I
was afraid that you would refuse to come if you knew what I wanted. At
least this way I have a chance to pursuade you to stay."

Bashir sighed, assuming that Garak was referring to their infrequent
sexual liaisons. "Garak, we agreed last time that we should both
concentrate on building up permanent relationships elsewhere, rather
than spending too much time with each other."

Garak beamed at him. "And that is precisely why you are here! The
other half of my permanent relationship is in the bedroom right now. I
would like you to assist me in disciplining him."

"Disciplining him? What the hell do you mean?"

"Why, merely that my lover and I like to play games from time to time.
As do you and I...  so it seemed perfectly sensible to combine the
two..."

Julian stood up. He wasn't angry with Garak for suggesting a
threesome, but such an arrangement seemed fraught with embarrassment -
whoever Garak's partner was.

"I don't think so Garak. Good night."

Garak quickly put out a hand to detain him. "Please Doctor, don't go
just yet. Aren't you even a little curious to find out who I've got in
there?"

Julian stopped and looked at Garak warily. "A little," he admitted.

"It's Dukat."

"Really?" Julian asked with interest. He sat back down on the chair.
"I thought you two hated one another?"

"Yes, that's the official story. The real situation is quite
different. All of the mutual hostility that we project is simply a
facade. Pretending to hate one another is really quite amusing. Dukat
enjoys it too. Every time he calls me a despicable tailor, he has to
make an effort not to laugh. We love each other very much, as it
happens."

"Then why ask me to join you tonight? I know that you don't love me in
that way."

"No, but I do desire you. And so does he, although he may not admit
it. What I intend to do is sexually punish him, in fact that's why he
has come to DS9 now. You can participate or not, as you wish. Either
way the same things will happen to Dukat."

Julian looked amazed. "Do you mean to tell me that he's come all the
way from Cardassia just to suffer at your hands?"

Garak smiled smugly. "That's exactly what I mean. And with such
magnificently talented hands as these, do you blame him?" Bashir
simply gave him a look in response, and Garak smiled back at him
mischievously.

"Julian, if you stay with us tonight I will make you two promises.
Firstly that nothing I will do will hurt Dukat permanently. Secondly,
that I will take no action without his consent. He likes being taught
his place every now and again, I assure you. Haven't you ever wanted
someone to do that to you?"

Julian ignored Garak's knowing smile and said nothing. He knew this
whole idea was probably wrong, but damn it, he was tempted. Dukat was
a sexy man, and if the truth were told he found him even more sexy
than Garak. Julian was between girlfriends at the moment and it had
been a while since he last had sex. Garak's body had been his to enjoy
before, and enjoy it he truly had. Would he get even more pleasure
from a man as experienced and worldly as Dukat?

Garak could tell that he was wavering. "Doctor, will you at least take
a look at him? If you want to leave after that then I'll accept your
decision. And he won't even know that you were there if you remain
quiet, because he's wearing a blindfold."

"I just have to take one look, and then I can leave if I want to?"

"I give you my word," Garak promised. "Now, shall we go into the
bedroom?"

With a wickedly amused smile Garak gestured to Julian to go before
him. When Bashir entered the room he just stared and stared. Neatly
piled on a chair was a full Cardassian military uniform, right down to
boots and body armour. A wide range of unusual accessories could be
seen on a nearby table. But the man on the bed... he was the most
amazing sight of all.

Dukat was naked, on all fours, his rounded ass facing towards Bashir
as he stood near the door. Padded leather cuffs were firmly strapped
to his wrists and ankles, and the cuffs were attached to strong metal
bars. Julian saw that the bars forced Dukat to keep his legs and arms
wide apart. Other chains were used to secure him firmly to the bed and
a thick red leather collar was fitted around his neck. Julian
approached the bound man with fascination. Since the first time that
Garak had bedded him, Julian had known that male Cardassians turned
him on. The sight of such a magnificent one, strapped down and
displayed like a plaything for his enjoyment, excited him completely.
He felt a vicious stab of sexual excitement in his loins. He knew then
that he wanted this man.

For some time Garak remained silent and contented himself with simply
observing the Human's reactions. He noted Bashir's wide eyes and rapt
expression. He saw him lick his lips and reach his hand out, almost
unconsciously, to touch himself lightly. Garak was pleased to see that
Julian was attracted to Dukat. He wanted this night to happen; it had
long been a fantasy of his to bring his two lovers together.

As for Dukat, he could hear soft breathing and movement about the room
but he assumed that all of these sounds were made by Garak. When Garak
had recalled him to pay the promised penalty, Dukat had dropped
everything and set off right away. On arrival at Garak's quarters
several hours ago he'd been ordered to strip, and then Garak had
chained him up. Dukat gladly embraced the degrading position he'd been
put in; he wanted to suffer tonight. He'd lost the game so he deserved
to. But it was only natural to speculate nervously about what would
happen to him. Tonight he would be the victim of a master in the art
of inflicting pain. He trusted Garak not to do anything which could
really damage him, but that still left Garak an awful lot of latitude.
And to make it worse, Garak was the most fiendishly inventive dom that
Dukat had ever known.

Garak had left Dukat alone for over two hours before Bashir arrived.
Dukat's nerves had been stretched tight with anticipation by the wait.
But the reality seemed far worse. Knowing that Garak was in the room,
looking at him, getting ready to work on him; that was scary. But it
was a real turn on too, it always had been. Despite the fear, Dukat
was getting aroused; his long, slender shaft was almost fully erect.

"My slave is truly magnificent, don't you think Doctor?" As Julian
merely nodded, Dukat's body jerked as he tried in vain to turn round.

"Elim, please tell me that there is really nobody in the room with
you," Dukat said in panic. Garak grinned maliciously and said
nothing. "Elim, what have you done?"

Garak chuckled. "Doctor, why don't you take a closer look at my very
own little whore... and you can start by taking off his blindfold."

After a moment Julian advanced towards the bed and did as he was
asked. Garak took a great deal of pleasure in watching both men's
faces at the moment when the blindfold was removed. Julian looked
fascinated at the sight before him, as if he could not believe that
Dukat would really put himself through this. And Dukat was horrified
to see that it really was Bashir in the room, and not merely a bluff
of Garak's designed to scare him.

"You said that you had forgiven me for punishing you in public but
then you do the same to me!" Dukat cried out in anguish.

Julian looked across at Garak inquiringly. Garak came to stand next to
him and smiled down at Dukat.

"It's not the same at all Janinsi. This isn't a public area. Nobody
else will ever know what happens here, for I assure you that the good
doctor is very discreet. And very handsome too, don't you agree?"
Dukat looked up at Bashir and, almost unwillingly, nodded his head.

"Well Doctor, you've had a chance to examine my sluttish slave. Do you
wish to leave now?" Garak asked him. Julian had to admit to himself
that he really wanted to stay. He could not resist the sight of
Dukat's alien beauty, so temptingly arrayed before him.

"No I don't," he admitted. "But if he doesn't want me here..."

"I do want you here," Dukat whispered. It was impossible for him now
to hide from his own desire. When he'd found out that Garak and Bashir
were lovers, part of the anger he'd felt had actually been fuelled by
jealousy. He had desired Julian since the first time he saw him, but
had repressed that desire out of respect for Garak. Now he wanted to
know Bashir's body as thoroughly as Garak did. Suddenly Dukat realised
that Garak must be aware of this, for why else would Bashir have been
brought here?

"Excellent!" Garak announced. "Dukat, do you want me to remove your
bonds?" Dukat shook his head fervently. "Are you willing then to
submit to my darkest desires and to suffer the punishment which I have
designed for you?"

"Yes I am."

"Are you sure, Dukat?" Julian asked him anxiously.

"Oh yes, I'm sure. He's the best there is, after all."

"Thank you for the compliment," Garak said. He reapplied the blindfold
carefully to ensure that Dukat was unable to see a thing.

"What are we going to do to him?" Julian asked eagerly, and with great
curiosity. Garak's eyes met his and he smiled, amused at Julian's
sudden enthusiasm.

"You'll see in a moment, Julian. Now, if you'll bear with me I just
need to fetch something from the replicator. Feel free to examine my
property while I'm gone!" With a gesture towards Dukat, Garak left the
room.

Looking at Dukat, Julian was reminded of a thousand bondage and
dominance fantasises he'd enjoyed in the past. The whole subject had
an innate fascination for him. Images of being bound, of binding
others, of punishing someone for doing bad things and of being
punished himself danced in his mind. To date, none of his desires in
this respect had been brought to life. He made a mental resolve to
live this experience to the fullest. Why not, if Dukat and Garak both
wanted him to participate? And so he walked around the bed, admiring
Dukat's slim, muscular body. Dukat waited silently, a willing
submissive.

Julian reached out his hands to stroke and fondle Dukat and the
Cardassian gasped with pleasure at his touch. His hands roamed freely
across Dukat's back and down his legs. He admired the Cardassian's
irregular scales and markings and noted with pleasure the smoothness
of his skin. On impulse Julian reached between Dukat's thighs to find
his cock and balls. When Dukat felt himself being touched there he
moaned and pushed his ass back to get closer. Julian was pleased at
this, and he liked the feel of Dukat's hard cock as it pulsed and
trembled within his hands. He was sure that the Cardassian wouldn't
have become so aroused unless he wanted to be dominated like this. But
still, while they were alone it wouldn't hurt to make sure that Dukat
was completely happy with the situation.

"Dukat, I want you to know that you don't have to go along with
Garak's plans. If you like I'll tell him that I've changed my mind,
so that you two can be alone together. I'll even unstrap you right now
if you'd prefer."

"No! I want this, and with both of you," Dukat insisted.

"Then you give your consent to anything that I might want to do to you
as well?"

"You have my consent and my blessing..." Dukat told him.

"Good!" Julian replied, and started to fondle Dukat's buttocks in
earnest.

By the time Garak returned, Dukat was gasping with delight as Julian
kneaded and squeezed his ass repeatedly.

"Don't get him too aroused Doctor, it'll be hours before I allow him
to come," Garak said cheerfully.

"I just wanted to feel his ass; it always looks so lovely in those
tight uniform trousers," Bashir explained. "I suppose there's some
reason why you've replicated that, Garak?" he added, gesturing to the
long, deep bowl that Garak was carrying.

"Naturally. I'll explain in a moment." The dish was filled to the brim
with ice cubes. Garak placed it under Dukat on the bed so that it ran
parallel with his body from chest to stomach.

Garak tapped Dukat on the back and addressed him imperiously. "Now
Dukat, listen very carefully to what I have to say. Since I bought you
in the slave market last month you have been a less than satisfactory
acquisition. This evening, myself and my guest propose to teach you
the proper way to respond to your masters. I have just placed a tureen
of ice underneath your body. As a Cardassian, you'd be very
uncomfortable if you touched it. It's so cold, it would make your
blood freeze. For your sake I suggest you stay on all fours for the
rest of the evening. Now you won't crouch down and touch the ice, will
you?"

Dukat grinned savagely. "I don't believe you. There is no ice-
accchhh!" he yelped with shock. Julian had picked up one of the ice
cubes and pressed it firmly against his back.

"Thank you doctor; a most effective demonstration," Garak said
smilingly. "Now Dukat, as I said your conduct has been unacceptable,
and a slave has to pay for that sort of thing. So you're going to be
thrashed by my friend Julian. Do not make a single sound as you are
punished. If you do, I'll make it harder for you to avoid the ice. And
if you dare to come then the punishment will get unimaginably worse.
Do you understand all that?"

"Yes," Dukat hissed. He could not believe that Garak would be cruel
enough to use the cold against him, of all things. What kind of evil,
twisted scheme was that?

"Yes what?"

"Yes sir," Dukat muttered furiously.

Julian laughed and touched him with an ice cube again. "Not quite good
enough, Dukat!"

"I mean, yes master!" Dukat said quickly. The ice was horribly cold
against his warm skin. He resolved to remain very quiet during the
beating.

Garak chuckled. "I think I see an improvement in his conduct already.
What implement would you like to use Julian?" Bashir walked over to
the table and looked at the comprehensive range of punishment tools on
display. He eventually selected a long wooden paddle.

"Good choice Julian; he'll feel that all right," Garak advised him.
The two men watched with interest as Dukat turned his head nervously
and fretted in his bonds. As he couldn't see a thing, Dukat could only
speculate about what was going to happen to him.

At first Julian felt a bit self conscious and ridiculous in role of
Dukat's master, and yet he was also excited by it. He approached Dukat
and playfully caressed him across the ass with the paddle. Dukat
jumped; he was highly sensitised due to his state of arousal. He
wanted to come desperately but did not dare to.

"You can begin whenever you like Julian," Garak said softly as he
pulled a comfortable chair close to the bed and sat down. Garak was
immensely excited at the thought of what was to come. He could feel
his shaft growing hard, pressing demandingly against his trousers.
Garak could see that Julian was getting aroused too; the bulge in his
pants was becoming increasingly obvious.

Julian grinned at Garak as he flexed the paddle once or twice
experimentally before bringing it down firmly on Dukat's ass. The
sting of the blow took Dukat's breath away and he only just managed to
keep silent. For the next few minutes Julian kept paddling him
steadily, and Dukat's bottom soon became rosy red and painfully sore.
Garak watched in fascination as Julian energetically beat his lover.
It was more of a turn on than in his wildest dreams. As for Julian, he
forgot his nerves and doubts and took pleasure in what he was doing.
After all, there were thousands of Bajorans who'd pay good money to be
able to take his place!

"You're very quiet, slave," Julian taunted him. "Isn't there anything
you'd like to say at this point?" He accompanied this remark with a
stinging slap from the paddle which made Dukat wince in pain. Dukat
was sweating freely and every muscle in his body seemed to be
convulsing as the pain from the beating grew deeper. He pulled
constantly at his bonds but they were firm and he couldn't change
position. The only thing he could do to escape the paddle was to lower
his body down, and that would probably take him onto the ice.

"He seems to have lost the ability to speak," Garak observed
mildly. "That's the first time I've known that to happen!"

"What a pity," replied Julian as he paused to take a breather. "I
think he ought to express his guilt and shame for having been such a
bad slave. And I want to hear him promise to do better in future."

Garak grinned. "Perhaps he doesn't feel guilty at all. I really think
you should continue the lesson Julian..."

"As you wish," Bashir replied happily.

After Dukat had received six more hefty strokes from the paddle, he
cried out for the first time.

"What happens now?" Julian asked. Garak stood up and went to the
table. He brought back a long thin scarf and held it out for Julian to
examine. When Bashir took hold of it, he was surprised to find that it
was far heavier than it's fragile appearance would suggest.

"You're putting a weight on him!" Julian exclaimed.

"Yes. There is 1 kilo of zinnoradic ison sewn into the centre area of
the scarf. I also used a small amount of it at the edges to stop the
material from slipping off him," Garak said smugly.

Julian nodded his understanding. Zinnoradic ison was one of the
densest and yet also the most pliable metals in the quadrant. It could
be shaped easily and it was ideal for this purpose. Julian was
impressed.

"Garak, you fiend! Each of the scarves will weigh him down and
increase the chance of him falling on to the ice. What a totally cruel
concept; I love it!"

"It does demonstrate a certain ingenuity on my part, I have to admit.
I made the scarves myself. The tools of my trade can come in useful
from time to time."

"I told you I'd make it harder for you to avoid the ice if you made a
sound," Garak reminded Dukat as he put the scarf across his back.
Dukat tried to shake it off but was unable to.

"Don't try that," Garak told him menacingly. Dukat froze.

"Elim please, don't make me fall, I don't want to get cold!" Dukat
pleaded.

"Ah, I see you weren't paying attention when I told you not to speak.
Very well," Garak commented. He placed another scarf across Dukat's
back. Trembling with fear and desire, Dukat said nothing more.

"By the way Dukat, I should tell you that the bowl has it's own power
source for refrigeration. So if you were thinking that the ice might
be melting in this warmth then you'd be wrong. Julian, will you please
continue? Just keep applying another scarf each time he makes a
noise."

As Julian laid on another round of blows, Garak found that the bulge
in his pants was now too painful to bear. He opened his trousers and
allowed his large, grey cock to thrust freely upwards. Julian smiled
at this enticing sight and licked his lips but didn't stop what he was
doing. As the flogging continued, Dukat could no longer hold back his
cries. After every stroke he groaned or whimpered, and Julian
carefully added another scarf to his back each time. More than once
Bashir paused for a moment and studied Dukat's bottom carefully.

"I don't want to hurt him too much," he told Garak at one point.

"Of course not, but he can take a lot more strokes than this. Don't be
concerned, Julian; I'll tell you when he's had enough."

"And what about his back?" Julian could see that Dukat was now
drooping under the weight of the scarves. His belly was significantly
closer to the ice than before.

Garak nodded. "That's fine too. I calculated the loading carefully.
You can put on all the scarves we have and he won't be damaged at
all." Julian looked at the table. There were about 15 scarves left.
Surely Dukat couldn't bear that much weight and still remain upright?
He couldn't wait to find out. But his cock was pressing hard against
his trousers and he decided to do something about it. Laying down the
paddle for a moment, he quickly pulled his clothes off and was soon
naked, his erect dick thrusting out prominently from his body.

"Oh my dear slave, you'd really be excited if you could see what's
going on here now," Garak told Dukat teasingly. "Julian has just
removed his clothing and it's quite obvious that he's very hot for
you. You're hot too I suppose, but in a different way. Want me to rub
some ice against that glowing bottom of yours?" Dukat shook his head.
"Have it your way. I think I'll follow your example Julian, and get
undressed myself. It is quite warm in here, after all."

"Sure," Julian said good naturedly. "Garak, is it all right if I
change
to a cane? I think the use of a new implement might be beneficial to
my
training programme!"

"Very well."

It seemed to Dukat that he was fighting the hardest battle of his
life. Bashir was young and strong, so the blows which he inflicted
were hardly feeble ones. And every stroke was applied firmly to his
ass cheeks; none of them went on his thighs or back for example. He
knew that his bottom must be glowing bright red by now. He'd never
felt this much pain, and yet he was still totally aroused. He felt
ready to come right now but somehow he held back from climaxing.
Without sight, Dukat's other senses had sharpened. He could hear every
move that the other two made and their conversation was loud in his
ears. When they talked about him as if he wasn't even there, he was
acutely aware of the indignity of it. Yet, he still wanted this... it
was the contrast that he loved. Being the powerful Gul and the head of
his family... and then being the powerless slave and the least of all.
He was both in one package and he adored that.

And sometimes he hated Garak now, hated him for divising a scenario
that Dukat couldn't do anything but fail at. Nobody could take this
many blows without making a noise. On his back, it was if a hand was
firmly pressing him down. He wanted to give in to the hand but the
dreaded, freezing ice awaited him if he did that. Dukat had his safe
words and at one point seriously thought about using them, but then
Garak knew him. Knew him so well... and Garak would not hurt him more
than he was capable of enduring. He knew that Garak would be watching
everything that the Human did to be sure that all was well. He felt an
outpouring of trust and love for Garak, the man who would always look
after him whatever happened. He wanted to please Garak very much and
so he didn't use the safe words. Instead he focused totally on bearing
the pain, and gritted his teeth as Bashir used the cane on him for the
first time.

After six or seven blows from the cane, Dukat screamed loudly. "Oh
master please, I can't bear this any more. I beg of you, please stop!"

"Two scarves this time Julian, for screaming and talking," Garak said
firmly. Julian did as he was instructed. He noticed with relief that
Garak was now scanning Dukat with a tricorder. Julian trusted Garak to
stop this in time, after all he was a Cardassian and knew Dukat's
limitations much better than he did. But still, Julian could see that
Dukat was worn out. As the blows continued, raised welts appeared on
skin which had already been highly sensitised by the paddle. Dukat's
arms and legs shook and he was clearly fighting to stay upright. Below
him Julian could see the freezing ice as it sparkled. He noticed that
it was spattered with several light pink markings. Doubtless this was
some of Dukat's pre-cum which had leaked down on to the bowl. Julian
hoped for Dukat's sake that Garak didn't spot this, for he was bound
to regard it as a breach of his instructions.

Dukat abandoned the struggle a few moments later. His legs and arms
gave way simultaneously and he slammed down on top of the ice. Dukat
gave a loud howl of anguish as the cold stabbed him. He struggled to
raise himself but the scarves seemed as heavy as metal girders. He
thrashed about on the bed, frantically trying to push himself away
from the invading cold. It was impossible; the chains held him in
place all too well.

"Please..." Dukat sobbed, "oh no, not this, not this! Master, Elim,
doctor, I can't bear it..."

"Garak, he's suffered enough. End this now," Julian commanded.

"Not just yet Julian. He hasn't said how sorry he is for his bad
behaviour. Dukat, do you want me to help you up?"

"YES! Please, yes!"

"Then tell me what a bad boy you are. Keep talking as long as you can.
Chastise yourself for every sexual misdeed you ever committed. Real or
imagined, I don't care. And for each statement you make I'll take off
one of the scarves. Eventually the load will be light enough for you
to get up." And Garak stood by the bed and looked down at him, a
rather malicious smile on his face.

Julian looked alarmed. "Garak, are you sure that this is a good idea?
I know that Cardassians are extremely intolerant to cold conditions
and he mustn't get hurt."

"Believe me Julian, I know exactly how far to go with this. Dukat,
begin!"

Dukat tried hard to push past the pain from his freezing midriff and
his boiling ass in order to focus on his task. "I'm a bad person," he
cried out. "I'm so sorry for not serving my master properly. I've had
lustful thoughts about other people instead of only desiring my
master. I want to be fucked by Dr. Bashir and Commander Sisko and
every male Bajoran on this station! I once pleasured myself on the
bridge of my ship with the whole crew watching. I've been had by
every gay soldier in the Second Order. I let other officers fuck me in
the washroom whenever I can, and the rougher they are the more I like
it. I'm such a bad boy! I deserve this, I should be punished more
often!"

"You're doing quite well so far Dukat," Garak said as he pulled the
scarves off one by one. Julian kept checking Dukat's vital signs
carefully. He was glad to see that they were within acceptable
tolerances. As a doctor, he could not help but be anxious for Dukat's
ordeal to be over. As a man Julian also wondered when he'd get the
chance to come; he'd been painfully hard now for what felt like hours!

"Try to lift yourself up now, Dukat," Julian beseeched him. Dukat did
try but the cold was eating away at his remaining strength and he
failed to move. His shivering was very noticeable now.

"If you can't get up then keep talking, dammit!" Bashir barked at him.

"I'm so... so sorry for my misdeeds, masters. If you'll forgive me
I'll do better in future. I should never have visited the holobrothel
on Cardassia when I was supposed to be working. And it was wrong to
pretend to be one of the prostitutes so that I could get fucked by the
holobrothel's other clients while I was there. I once let three
superior officers fuck me on a desk to secure my promotion to Glinn.
And I enjoyed it so much, I let them do the same thing the next week
for nothing! I'm nothing but a cheap whore, a nymphomaniac slut who
needs to be taught a good lesson. I want to... YES!"

Dukat's cry of triumph came from the fact that he had finally managed
to lift himself up onto all fours again. Due to his weariness he could
only hold this position for a few seconds, but when he slumped down
again Garak was there to catch him.

"Julian, will you please remove the bowl?"

"At last!" Bashir said briefly as he complied. With infinite
gentleness Garak lowered the shaking man on to the bed.

"My brave Janinsi, it's all over now. Julian, can you please fetch me
that towel? Here we are my love, let me dry you off. Julian, if you
could possibly undo his bonds as well?"

"Of course."

Julian deftly removed the collar and cuffs, and then he shifted the
all chains and bars on to the floor. Garak tenderly took off Dukat's
blindfold and dried his tears. Dukat still shivered uncontrollably, so
Julian covered him up with some blankets taken from the closet.

"He needs to get completely warmed up now," Julian said firmly.

"Yes of course. There's a hot drink in that flask if you could bring
it over?"

"No problem." Once Julian had fetched the flask and a mug, both of
which were laid out ready on the table, Garak helped Dukat to take a
drink.

"That's right, Janinsi, just little sips at first. I'm so proud of
you! You did so very well today, just as I knew you would." Dukat
glowed with happiness at this. Watching him, Julian marvelled at the
love these two must have for one another, if a few simple compliments
could make Dukat feel so good.

After Garak had petted and caressed him for some time, Dukat started
to feel better. He looked across at Julian curiously. "Were you
satisfied with my performance as a slave Doctor?"

Bashir couldn't help but smile at this. "In view of the circumstances,
I really think that such formality is a little unnecessary, don't you?
Please call me Julian. And yes, I was very satisfied with your
performance. I don't know how you endured all that. I couldn't have."

Dukat grinned. He seemed a lot more like his usual self now. "It was a
disturbing ordeal, I have to admit. And I could have ended it at any
time, but I wanted to make it to the finish. I have a rather
competitive nature and I never like to lose a fight."

"I can attest to the truth of that," Garak said smilingly. "How are
you feeling, my beloved?"

"Much warmer, thank you. Garak, you really have surpassed yourself
this time!"

"I know. It was quite a work of art, wasn't it? But let's not forget
that exposure to the cold wasn't the only ordeal that you experienced
tonight. I have a dermal regenerator on the table."

"I'll do the honours," Julian said with a grin.

After ten minutes of devoted medical attention from Bashir, Dukat was
feeling almost back to normal. For the first time he took full notice
of the fact that Bashir really was naked, just as Garak had told him
earlier. Dukat couldn't help but admire Julian's smooth copper skin
and slender limbs. His eyes were also inexorably drawn to Bashir's
penis. Dukat had never seen a naked Human before and he liked what he
saw. Garak spotted him looking and smiled to himself.

"Well now Julian, after successfully paying his penalty don't you
think that Janinsi deserves his reward?"

"Oh I do indeed Elim. From both of us..."

Bashir and Garak climbed on to the bed to join Dukat. It was a double
bed so there was just about room for the three of them. Julian gently
rolled Dukat onto his back in the middle of the bed. He and Garak
knelt either side of him. Dukat gazed up at them both, wide eyed with
anticipation. His erection had been almost wiped out by exposure
to the freezing ice. Still, his desire to have sex was unabated.

Julian was the one to make the first move. He straddled Dukat and
leaned down to kiss him. It was a warm and passionate meeting of lips.
As Garak watched with intense curiosity, Dukat and Bashir started to
make out in earnest. Their lips were pressed hard against each other's
face. Their hands were everywhere; fondling, touching, exploring.
Dukat panted and moaned as Julian caressed his large grey nipples.
Then Bashir broke off the kiss and used his mouth to continue the
exploration of Dukat's body. He licked the spoon shaped marking on
Dukat's forehead repeatedly. Dukat seemed to like that, but Julian
could see that it didn't arouse him as much as it did Garak. So
instead he moved down the side of Dukat's face and bit on his left ear
gently. This provoked a loud groan so he did it again several times,
much to Dukat's delight.

Since Dukat clearly responded well to being bitten, Bashir applied a
series of delicate bites to the ridges on his neck and shoulders. All
the time, Julian had a hand on each nipple and kept rubbing the flesh
hard. He knew from Garak that Cardassian men weren't as sensitive in
this area as Humans, and so needed more forceful stimulation. After
some time had passed, Julian raised his head to look at Garak. For
some reason Garak had got off the bed and he was now draped
nonchalantly over his chair.

"Care to join me Elim?" he said with a happy smile. But Garak shook
his head.

"He wants you right now. I'll participate later. Enjoy him Julian, and
don't worry about me. I'm being kept fully entertained by a stunning
floor show!"

"Haha, very funny." But despite the disapproving look he gave Garak,
Julian found that the thought of Garak watching them both have sex was
intensely erotic. He decided to put on a good show for his audience.

Julian turned his attention back to Dukat and the Cardassian reached
out in turn to caress him.

"I don't know what Humans find pleasurable in bed, you'll have to
explain..." Dukat said breathlessly.

"Two golden rules; use lubrication if you fuck me and be gentle with
my balls. Anything else is fine," Julian told him laughingly. "But
right now it's not about me... I want to look after you. I want to
give you so much pleasure that you'll forget your punishment ever
happened."

"Fine by me..." Dukat told him ironically. "Perhaps you could return
those skilled hands and mouth of yours to my nipples then? I liked
what you were doing there."

"As my Gul commands..."

"He's always been a nipple man," Garak commented primly. "You really
couldn't find a more convincing argument for giving babies bottled
milk than Dukat!"

Julian looked up and glared at Garak. "Shut up Elim, you're
distracting me!"

Garak sighed theatrically. "As you wish, Julian."

"Good. Now, where was I?"

"Right HERE!" Dukat said, and pulled Julian's head back down on to his
chest with a force that took Bashir's breath away. He soon recovered
though, and happily worked on Dukat's nipples for several more
minutes.
He tugged at them, bit them, rubbed them between his fingers and
licked and sucked them vigorously. Dukat responded by growling with
pleasure and begging him for more of the same.

But Julian wanted to explore other areas of Dukat's firm body as well.
He used his hands to caress the hot grey skin, following irregular
lines of scales down his torso.

"You're beautiful," he told Dukat simply. About to make a sarcastic
comment in response, Dukat suddenly realised that the compliment was
sincere. He smiled with pleasure.

"I might say the same of you, Julian."

Bashir grinned boyishly. "I'll give you a reward for that," he said,
and applied his mouth to Dukat's nipples once more. The Cardassian's
ecstatic moans made it clear how much he appreciated this. Dukat was
obviously a very vocal partner, and Julian couldn't help but wonder
how good the soundproofing was on these quarters.

As Julian bent low over his lover's writhing body, he noticed that
Dukat's cock had become hard again and was vibrating steadily. The
Cardassian's shaft was as long as his own and slightly thicker. It had
numerous thin black lines running from base to tip.

"You get around, don't you?" Julian asked him teasingly. Dukat looked
puzzled for a moment and then laughed heartily. Garak had clearly told
Bashir the old Cardassian saying that the more lines a man had on his
penis, the more people he had made love to. It was an apocryphal
story, probably invented because additional markings often appeared as
a man got older. But Dukat had to admit, the fable certainly held
true in his case!

"It's just an old wives' tale," he commented mildly. "I can tell that
Elim has as little discretion as ever..."

"He's a gossipy old maid if ever I saw one," Julian agreed readily,
and they both looked across at Garak to see how he was reacting to
their jokes.

Garak simply smiled, and waved at them to continue with their
lovemaking. He too was hard and he had a firm grip of his cock.
Garak's face was shiny with sweat and he panted slightly.

"He wants to come while he's watching us fuck," Dukat said knowingly.
"He's done it before sometimes when he and I recorded ourselves,
watching the playback."

"Then let's not delay him any further, shall we?" Julian reached out
to touch Dukat's cock for the first time. It was hot, the hottest part
of the Cardassian's body. Dukat pushed himself up off the bed by his
hips to get closer.

"I want... oh, please Julian, now..."

Bashir nodded and began to stroke the hot organ with both hands. He
brought them up and down in perfect rhythm, clutching and releasing
the
tender flesh incessantly. Dukat cried out with pleasure, he moaned and
shouted continuously. Julian was dimly aware that Garak now stood
beside the bed, but he only had eyes for Dukat. He caressed and
pummelled his shaft until Dukat started to tremble. His back was
arched as Dukat pushed upwards, desperate for release. And then his
climax came and the light pink pre-cum gave way to the darker pink
fluids which signalled his orgasm. He thrust over and over into the
air, expelling his juices in a glorious release. And then Garak came
too, all over Julian's chest and shoulders. But Julian didn't mind,
although the cum was hot by Human standards, almost too hot for his
skin. But it felt good and it exuded the most potent aroma that Julian
had ever known; thick and musky, like the very definition of sex
itself. Garak had come silently without a word spoken, a sharp
contrast to Dukat who had yelled his way to orgasm. Exhausted, Garak
collapsed on to the bed next to them both.

"That was magnificent," Garak said appreciatively.

"I must agree," Dukat said with a shy smile at Julian. "But Julian,
you're still unsatisfied; would you like to come inside of me? Or is
it Elim that you prefer?"

"If it's all right, you please," Julian said eagerly.

"Then come," replied Dukat with a pleased smile. Then he flipped over
on to his stomach and pushed his magnificent ass up in the air. Julian
was unbearably hard now and couldn't wait. He knew from his times with
Garak that when you fucked a Cardassian male, you didn't bother to be
gentle. They rarely valued or enjoyed slow, peaceful sex. And so he
paid little attention to foreplay and even less to preparation. With a
grunt Julian pushed his cock inside of Dukat, forcing it past the
tight entrance and inside his hot depths. He kept on pressing forward
until the full length of him was buried right inside Dukat. Their
bodies were pressed close together and Julian could not believe how
good it felt.

"Do you like this Janinsi?" he whispered into Dukat's ear.

"More than I could ever have imagined. You feel so very right inside
of me. Make me come again Julian, just when you do..."

Hearing this made Julian touch Dukat's cock, and he found to his
surprise that it was already becoming hard again. It occurred to him
that Dukat must be exceptionally fit to have that kind of recovery
time, fitter more than most Cardassians anyway? But at that very
moment, he learned that he was wrong. Without warning he was pushed
forward and he felt a hard dick being shoved inside of him. It took
him completely by surprise, because Garak had never become aroused
again so quickly when they'd made love before. Garak's cock had to be
lubricated, but still the suddenness of the invasion caused him some
moments of pain. Julian winced and turned his head to see Garak's face
smiling at him. The tailor was now as deep inside of him as he was
inside of Dukat. Dazedly, Julian heard Dukat start to laugh.

"Oh Julian, he really can't bear to be left out of anything. Garak,
you are incorrigible!"

"More like inexcusable. Garak, that hurt! What the hell are you
doing?"

Garak smiled at him lustfully. "I've waited long enough Julian. Have
you ever wondered what it's like to fuck and be fucked at the very
same moment? Well if so, now's your chance to find out!"

Julian glared at him. "Don't be a fool. Nobody can actually do sex
like
this. It just happens in stories and holosuite programmes, not in real
life."

"Why not?" Dukat and Garak asked simultaneously.

"Because you can't possibly match the thrusts and keep everybody
moving to the same rhythm. I'd go the wrong way and Garak would be
pulled out of me in less than a minute. Or I'd lose my grip of Dukat
because you were dragging me in some other direction."

Garak smirked. "Have you ever had sex with two other people before?"

"Well no, but-"

"Then don't make snap judgements. Just concentrate on making love to
Janinsi and I'll match you move for move. It will be perfect!"

"I'm sorry, but I still don't think it'll work."

Dukat groaned with frustration. "Julian, I need you to take care of
me. Now! If Elim says he can do it then he can, it's as simple as
that; he's very intuitive. Just fuck, will you!"

Accepting defeat, Julian began to move. Small thrusts at first, the
tiniest of movements inside of Dukat's body. He was so aroused that
his release was imminent, but he fought to hold back because Dukat
wasn't ready yet. As he increased the force of his thrusts, Julian
reached round Dukat's belly and stroked his partially erect cock
firmly. But Julian was already caressing Garak on the neck with his
other hand. Since he was no longer using an arm to support himself on
the bed, he almost fell over when Dukat jerked back against him
suddenly. He yelped in alarm as he started to topple sideways but
fortunately Garak managed to steady him in time.

"Oh, thanks Elim!"

"You're welcome. But I think Dukat should firm himself up without any
more help from you, don't you agree? If we fall off the bed then I'm
sure you know which area of our anatomy is likely to suffer the most
damage..."

"Hmm, yes. That might be the best thing to do," Julian admitted. He
turned his attention back to Dukat who was getting impatient. Deciding
to take Garak at his word, Julian began to push back and forwards in
earnest.

It really was the most marvellous sensation, Dukat decided as he felt
Bashir thrusting away inside of him. There was nothing to compare it
with; a warm completeness such as he'd never found elsewhere. And
there was no sign now of the lack of confidence that Garak had
referred to when he had spoken of Bashir's sexual performance.
Julian's movements were bold and strong as he claimed Dukat, took
possession of him utterly. Dukat screamed out Julian's name over and
over as Bashir brought him to heights of sexual joy which he'd only
ever known with Garak before.

To Julian's surprise, Garak kept perfect pace with him as he fucked
Dukat with relentless force. It was as if Garak were telepathic. He
seemed able to anticipate every move that Julian made, and mirror it
himself at exactly the same moment. It was the most erotic knowledge;
to know that he would get back whatever he was giving. When Julian
slammed his dick further inside of Dukat, the same was done to him by
Garak. Fuck and be fucked; what a wonderful concept, Julian thought to
himself deliriously.

As for Garak, he revelled in the fulfilment of his favourite fantasy.
How many nights had he dreamed of this, and never thought that it
would happen? Never that is, until Dukat had commented on Bashir's
legs the last time they had met. It was a telling comment, for Garak
knew his lover of old. If he had taken the trouble to check out
Julian's legs, then Dukat was almost certainly attracted to him. And
so Garak had immediately started to think about how he could get the
three of them in bed together. All of his plotting and planning had
led to this triumphal moment. He was overwhelmed with sensation, lost
deep in a whirlpool of lust. He cried out now in rapture, his voice
joining Julian's and Janinsi's in a shared call of passion. They each
pushed on towards climax like a raging river; unstoppable,
uncontrollable. Garak lost all capacity for rational thought. He was
an animal, all instinct and brute force. And indeed, so were they all.

Dukat came first, shooting his load right across the bed and on to the
wall. His intense muscular spasms triggered Julian's climax a moment
later. Garak, who had been holding back until Julian was ready, came
at almost the same moment. Dukat screamed with joy, Garak roared out
their names and Bashir moaned and gasped unceasingly. It felt as if
they were one body, sharing the same orgasm together. It lasted for
what seemed like a very long time. After they had all come and
withdrawn from one another, the three lovers flopped down
unceremoniously. Dukat ended up with both Julian and Garak on top of
him, and he didn't mind a bit.

"I'll get up in a minute Janinsi, just as soon as I've got my breath
back," Julian panted.

"Take your time," Dukat told him lazily. "I'm in no hurry to move
myself."

"Nor am I." Garak could hear his own heart pounding in his ears.
"That, gentlemen, was quite superb. You are without a doubt the two
best lovers I have ever had."

Julian giggled. "If that insincere flattery is meant to be a precursor
to getting another fuck, forget it! I'm exhausted."

"Julian, I'm horrified that you should think such a thing," Garak told
him, not sounding horrified at all. "And as it happens I am extremely
tired too; any further physical gymnastics are quite outside my
capabilities tonight."

"That's a relief! Well then, I suggest that we force ourselves to get
up so that we can clean up this room and ourselves, then go to sleep."

Garak groaned, then snuggled closer to Bashir and refused to
move. "Cleaning up can wait till morning. Let's just rest here. I'm so
tired..."

"What am I then, your mattress?" Dukat asked in amusement. "Move your
butt Elim, we do need to clean up before we rest."

"Noooo," Garak murmured. Julian laughed and pushed himself from side
to side in a playful attempt to dislodge Garak. Realising that he had
no alternative but to get up, Garak did so. He looked fatigued and
clearly overdue for some sleep. Taking pity on him, the other two did
most of the cleaning while Garak took it easy. They then all climbed
into bed and turned off the lights.

Garak was asleep within minutes but the other two were content to lay
awake for a little while longer. Julian had asked to go in the middle;
he loved the fact that he was in bed with a handsome Cardassian on
either side of him.

"Julian, can I ask you something?" Dukat said softly, careful not to
wake Garak.

"Sure, what is it?" Julian spoke in an equally low tone.

"How do you feel about Garak?"

"You mean emotionally?"

"Yes. I don't want to pry, but he's very special to me and that makes
me interested in you, and what you want from him."

Julian frowned, trying to find the words to say what he felt. "I value
his friendship. He's been my mentor here and taught me a great deal.
And you know that he attracts me. To be honest, I think I have a bit
of a weakness for most Cardassian men. It's the scales and ridges...
But I don't love him, if that's what you want to know. He's too
complicated and it's all too much of an effort with him. I mean, as a
friend it's fine to have him telling me endless lies and half truths,
leading me down one path after another. But to come home after a hard
day's work and deal with all that for the rest of my life? No way!"

Dukat breathed a sigh of relief. "You don't know how glad I am to hear
you say that. You see, he means the universe to me. He did promise me
that you two weren't in love, but I wanted to make sure that you felt
the same as he did."

Julian smiled at Dukat warmly and patted him on the shoulder. "I do.
You can relax, safe in the knowledge that I am no threat to you and
never will be."

"Thank you Julian, and for your company tonight. It's been special."

"For me too... perhaps we can get together again some time?" Julian
asked shyly. Dukat grinned at him. "I was hoping you'd say that."

Dukat stretched out his arm to draw Julian closer to him. Bashir
eagerly complied, and put his head on Dukat's firm, scaly chest. It
surprised Julian how comfortable he felt with Dukat, when you
considered that they had hardly known each other before this night.
But then Julian realised that the situation they had been in had
broken down the barriers quickly. Which reminded him of a few
questions that he really wanted to ask Dukat...

"Why did you do it Janinsi? Submit to him and be bound and
disciplined, I mean. I've always regarded you as such a powerful man;
it doesn't seem consistent with your nature."

Dukat smiled. "A man can have many natures Julian. I am powerful back
home and I was here too, before we left. But sometimes I like to leave
the power behind and know what it is like to surrender control to
another. It frees my spirit. Can you understand that?"

"Maybe."

"There is another element to it. As the submissive you get all of the
attention. Everyone watches over you, takes care of you. It always
reminds me of the special feeling I used to have as a child on my
birthdays. Perhaps the same happened to you, since I know that Humans
also celebrate the anniversary of their birth. When I had a birthday I
was fussed over and made much of, then given many presents by family
and friends. Tonight Garak fussed over me a lot when we were done, and
I certainly got my present afterwards, didn't I?"

"You truly did."

"So then, was there anything else that you wanted to know?"

"Well yes... did you really masturbate in front of your crew? Or do
any of those other things that you claimed to have done? Garak did
tell you that the actions you accused yourself of could be real or
imagined..."

Dukat's soft chuckle echoed around the room, too low to disturb
Garak's rest. "I made it all up."

"No! I don't believe you."

"Well... perhaps one of the stories was true..."

"Which one?" Julian demanded swiftly.

"Oh no, I'm not telling you that. Garak knows which one; question him
after I've gone back to Cardassia."

Julian sighed. He remembered the last time he'd asked Garak which
version of a story was the correct one. That had been just after
Garak's implant was turned off.

"I know what will happen if I do that," he said resignedly. "Garak
will just tell me that they're all true!"

"Even the lies?"

Julian grinned. "Especially the lies."

Dukat looked amused. "That does sound like something that he might
say, now that I come to think if it..."

"So I'll never really know the truth, unless you tell me now..."

With a salacious grin Dukat pulled Julian's head up and whispered the
truth in his ear. Julian had to repress the urge to laugh
hysterically.

"But Janinsi, it was a selection panel of three, and presumably their
decision was based on a majority verdict?"

"That's right."

"So, couldn't you just have fucked two of them to get the promotion?"

"Mmm, I could have." Dukat gave Bashir a lewd smile.

"You whore!"

"That's Gul Whore to you!"

Their stifled giggles and muffled laughter took a very long time to
finish, and they never did get any sleep that night. Nor did Garak,
although for quite a while he took care to pretend that he did. The
opportunity to listen to his two lovers conversing without them being
aware of the fact had been just too valuable to resist. In the end he
pretended to wake up so that he could join in their banter, and they
all chatted and teased each other for the rest of the night.

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The End