The BLTS Archive - New Experiences
by Uliani (ulianitheska@yahoo.co.uk)

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ok, well it's not canon, but I thought writing a fic about a
Jem'Hadar that is curious about sex would be fun. Let me
know what you think.

Disclaimer: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine is the property of
Paramount.  This story, written in 2006, never has been and
will never be sold.

Feedback: welcome

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The light was bright and painful to Bashir's eyes; it must
have been even worse for Garak. Two pairs of grey hands
yanked the Doctor off of the Cardassian's lap and Garak
shivered at the sudden exposure to the cold. Two more pairs
of hands pulled the Cardassian to his feet and he had only a
split second to cover himself before he and the Doctor were
pushed out the cell door.

Moments later a Jem'Hadar First was regarding them. The
alien's face gave nothing away, but his eyes. . . They shone
with curiosity

"Leave us". The order barked so suddenly the Doctor
flinched.

Garak's fingers brushed the back of the Doctor's hand in
reassurance. The Cardassian was impressed - the young
human's face gave nothing away, but Garak could smell his
fear.

"Human, when my men found you you were sitting on the
Cardassian's lap. Why?"

Bashir glanced at Garak who smiled and nodded slightly. "We
were having sex," came the reply.

The Jem'Hadar stared at them for several minutes, then said,
"Teach me."

Bashir was flabbergasted at the suggestion so Garak took the
lead. Leaning closer to the Doctor, he whispered, "It's the
only way out of this. I am sorry." He walked over to the
Jem'Hadar who in turn reached for his weapon. "Oh, come now.
Do you want to learn about sex or not?" Garak scolded.

The alien hesitated, then put the weapon down.

"Just relax." Garak slowly brought his hand up to the
Jem'Hadar's face  and slowly ran his finger along the
alien's lips. He brought  his face toward the other's and
brushed his lips against the  Jem'Hadar's lips, his tongue
gently licking along the still closed mouth. Garak massaged
it open, then his tongue invaded the Jem'Hadar's mouth, his
strong hands gripping the Jem'Hadar's shoulders, pushing him
back against the wall. Garak suddenly felt hands on himself
from behind. An intake of breath and the scent told him it
was Julian. Skilled fingers started to make their way up the
Cardassian's neck ridges before making their way to the
fastening of the Garak's tunic, slowly undoing it until warm
hands found their way inside.

The Jem'Hadar, Ranaklaka'klan, did not know what to do with
his hands. He wanted to touch the Cardassian, but was unsure
where to start. He had followed Garak's lead until the human
had arrived to help teach him. Slowly he brought a hand up
to the Cardassian's neck, then ran a single finger down the
ridge and saw the Cardassians eye flutter closed. Unsure if
that was a good thing, he did it again and a small moan
escaped Garak's lips and the Cardassian began to pull at
Ranaklaka'klan's uniform.

By that time, Bashir's hand had found its way inside the
Cardassian's pants and his fingers to the Cardassian's
opening. He started to stroke slowly, causing the Cardassian
to shudder.

After a while, Bashir removed his hand and walked over to
the Jem'Hadar. He placed his hand over Garak's and guided
the two men to the floor. Garak's fingers finally ripped
through the Jem'Hadar's tunic, exposing his chest. There
were no nipples and no indentation at the stomach and his
skin was smooth, but firm. Garak started to lick his way
down the Jem'Hadar's chest and the alien's breath caught and
he wondered why the Founders denied him this sex. He knew he
did not need to reproduce, but he liked the sensations this
gave him. Moreover, he liked the Cardassian that was
touching him this way. He felt a pair of smaller hands come
to rest on his hips; he had forgotten the doctor and his
eyes widened when the hands began to pull at his pants. He
lifted his hips up to allow the removal of the garment and
it was not long before he felt warm lips grazing his hips
and thighs.

Julian Bashir savoured the taste and texture of the
Jem'Hadar's skin against his lips. It was unlike anything he
had ever encountered before. It was even more exotic then
the tastes and textures of Garak's muscular body. Bashir's
hand made its way to the Jem'Hadar's cock and started to
stroke. His other hand reached out to touch Garak's cock and
again he started to stroke.

Ranaklaka'klan felt as if his whole body was about to
explode. It amazed him and a sense of peace overtook the
constant feeling of rage that he usually carried. His hands
sought contact with the Cardassian who was still licking and
sucking his chest, his hands gripped the man's shoulders and
he flipped him over, then leant back on his heels to take in
the view.

Garak's body was a sight that ensnared the senses of the
person that observed him. Muscular and stocky, his skin
appeared silver in the dim light, a contrast to
Ranaklaka'klan's own leaden colouring. The Cardassian's neck
ridges dropped down his body at the shoulder and continued
down to his abdomen. Tiny scales made intricate patterns
down his chest and Ranaklaka'klan ran a finger across that
chest, extracting a groan from the Cardasian.

When Ranaklaka'klan turned his attention to the human, he
saw power for the first time ever in a human body, power
*and* beauty. A strong back and a slender frame  that seemed
breakable yet resilient in a bronzed wrapping. The Human's
sex was covered in curls of dark hair as if it protected it
-  maybe it did in a way, he thought. The Human had come to
rest between Garak's legs, his hand gently massaging the
Cardassian's penis. With each caress, Ranaklaka'klan noticed
that it grew slightly larger. Finally, Bashir took the
Cardassian in his mouth, the Cardassian's  hips bucked and a
grey hand came down to rest gently on the Doctor's  head as
he edged further down the shaft. However, as suddenly as he 
had started, he stopped. Turning to the Jem'Hadar, Bashir
guided him  forward as Garak  moved behind him, his penis
posed at his tiny  opening. As the doctor took
Ranaklaka'klan in his mouth, the  Cardassian pushed inside
of him.

Julian licked and sucked at the Jem'Hadar while Garak
slammed into him. Ranaklaka'klan had never felt so good. He
could feel the tiny vibrations of the Doctor's throat as he
took him even deeper into his mouth. Heat poured around
Ranaklaka'klan's sex and he felt as if he were about to
explode. He tensed as wave after wave of a hot sticky fluid
escaped him. Moments later, Ranaklaka'klan pushed the Doctor
back on to the Cardassian's lap, returning the favour until
the human cried out, losing his own fluid, and
Ranaklaka'klan  was filled instantly with the Cardassian's
cum.

All three came apart in a haze of kisses. Ranaklaka'klan
summoned his men and the two prisoners were taken back to
their cell where they continued to pleasure each other late
into the following day. Garak was pleased he had found out
some useful information and knew that the Jem'Hadar would
protect them now. Inhaling Julian's scent once more, he
drifted off to sleep, listening to the Doctor's soft snores.

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The End