HONORABLE MENTION - BEST GARAK/BASHIR

Title: CHRISTMAS LUNCH

Author: T'Lin (LinkyS@aol.com)

Series: DS9

Code: G/B

Rating: NC-17

Summary: A brief Holiday vignette to go with Olivia's drawing "It Aint Lunch in the Replimat".

Disclaimer: Paramount owns STAR TREK, and all the characters ... I just take them out and let them play for a while. No copyright infringement is intended, nor am I making any money off of this. I just want the boys to have a little fun once in a while.

Warning: You know the drill ... if you're under 18, or are bothered by the idea of two men having sex ... YOU'RE IN THE WRONG PLACE!

T'Lin - 9910.20

As Julian shut off his terminal, preparing to leave his office and join Garak in the replimat for lunch, his comm sounded. It was Garak. "Im glad I caught you, my dear ... I won't be able to meet you in the replimat as planned", he said.

Julian's face dropped. "Why not? Is there something wrong?" he asked, making no attempt to hide the disappointment in his voice.

Garak, as usual, became very cryptic, saying only "No, nothing's wrong ... I just need you to come to my shop first ... something important has come up ... and I need you're assistance ... it won't take long, then we can have our lunch as planned".

"Can't it wait until after lunch?" Julian asked petulantly, he always got that way when he was hungry.

"No. I'm sorry ... this is something that can't wait".

"Very well ... I'll be right there". And Julian closed the connection. He really hoped that whatever it was Garak wanted his help with, it wouldn't take too long ... he was starving, and he had a lot to do this afternoon. The Captain had given him the next two days off to celebrate Christmas, and Miles had invited him to join him and his family on Bajor. They would be leaving first thing in the morning, and he still had a lot of presents to wrap.

He had invited Garak to come along, but the tailor had declined, apparently the idea of vacationing on Bajor for a couple of days didn't appeal to him. Either that, or the idea of spending two days in the company of the O'Brien children was not appealing. Whatever the reason, Julian would not be spending the holiday with Garak.

Luckily, things had been pretty quiet around sickbay, and barring any emergencies, he wouldn't be needed for the rest of the day.

As he approached Garak's shop, he noticed that the windows were opaqued, and the door was locked. Using the security code Garak had given him, he let himself in, and called out "Garak?"

Silence.

He looked around, and discovered a note sitting on the counter, with his name on it. It read, "My dear doctor ... I am in the back room ... make sure the door is locked, and join me, please".

Puzzled, Bashir checked the door, then proceeded to go into the back room. The lighting was very dim, but his eyes quickly adjusted. Directly in front of him was Garak's desk, surrounded by the clutter of patterns, bolts of fabric, and other items associated with a tailors shop. As he made his way farther into the room, he noticed another door in the back, slightly open.

As he made his way to this door, he noticed the slight flicker of the light coming from it ... candlelight, he thought. "Elim" he called out softly, but once again, there was no answer.

Cautiously, he entered the room to discover a small bedroom ... and Garak lying, completely naked, on the bed, red and green candles on the tables to either side of the headboard. Instantly, Julian became aware of *what had come up*, and his body responded in kind.

Before he could say anything, Garak turned his head slightly, and said "remove your clothing".

Long used to taking orders from the Cardassian, Julian did as he was told ... no questions asked.

As Julian removed his clothing, Garak got off of the bed, and came up behind him, wrapping his arms around the slender shoulders, and nuzzling his neck and ear. Julian could feel his lovers hard cock pressing against his backsides ... adding to his own arousal.

"What..." Julian started to say, but was quickly silenced when Garak turned his head and kissed him.

"Shh ... don't say a word", Garak said, as he kissed Julian once again, then went back to nibbling his ear.

As Julian pressed his ass against the engorged cock, Garak teased his nipples, gently rubbing them between thumb and forefinger, until they became hard little nubs.

As Garak continued to nibble on Julian's neck, and fondle his nipples, he slowly walked them toward the bed. Before he knew what was happening, Garak had lowered him to the bed, face down, knees on the floor, his aching cock pressed against the bed.

Garak knelt on the edge of the bed, straddling Julian, and pressing his shaft against the tight opening. At the first touch of the Cardassian's well lubricated cock, Julian moaned, and thrust his hips up to meet the intrusion. Garak grabbed Julian's hips, pushing himself deeper into his lover.

He only pressed in a small amount at first, then retreated, eliciting a moan from his lover. Each subsequent drive went deeper before he pulled out almost all the way again.

With each impact Garak made, his own engorged flesh rubbed against the edge of the bed. This double stimulation was almost too much for him to bear. Garak's thrusts suddenly got deeper

and harder ... and with an inarticulate cry, Julian came, his hot seed bursting out in wave afte wave of pleasure. Just as he thought he could take no more, he felt Garak tense, and the heat that filled him sent new waves of pleasure throughout his body.

Many minutes passed before either of them moved. Finally, reluctantly, Garak pulled out of his lover, and sat on the edge of the bed. For Julian, it was easier to just kneel on the floor. As he opened his mouth to speak, Garak placed his finger across his lips to silence him.

"I know it isn't lunch in the replomat ... but I hope you liked it". He kissed Julian, then continued, "Merry Christmas!"