Talk. As usual.

Julian frowned. "All I'm saying is that humans have had their rough times, and they've had their shining moments. I'm not contradicting you, or agreeing with you for that matter. I'm just saying it's not fair to concentrate on the worst points."

That's it my Cardassian friend, lick those lips ... like that yes, that smile you like to give me. Oh I could drown in that smile.

Garak licked off the rest of his larish pie's cream from the spoon and smiled lazily. "But Doctor, is it not more interesting to focus on a society's weaknesses, so in the end we may better appreciate and understand their victories?"

Stop looking at me like that. I'll come in my pants right here and now if you don't stop looking at me like that. Gul your eyes ... stop it!

Julian stared a moment more, then shook his head. "You're impossible."

Gorgeous man, don't you realise I want nothing better than your cock pumping in my ass? Oh yes, you'd certainly choke on your kanar hearing those words from my lips wouldn't you? Maybe I will eventually gather the courage to surprise you ...

Garak deposited his glass, licking his lips of the sweet tasting liquor. "Merely trying to enhance our conversation Doctor, that's all," he said, waving off Julian's disparaging look.

Though I can think of far better ways to heat things up between us Doctor. Oh yes, I can see it clearly. I would grasp those lapels from that dreadful uniform of yours and pull you over the table, bringing my lips to yours. Fiercely, passionately. I'd temper your brashness yet my sweet ...

He smiled and pushed away his plate decisively. The lunch was over. For both men, it was time to return to business.

They paid their dues and left the small crowded replimat behind as they walked lazily toward the tailor's shop.

"Ah. Here we are Doctor," Garak said affably, turning with a smile as they entered the small cosy shop which Garak owned. I'd turn back swiftly and lock my door. Trapping you here with me. Fucking you until you could no longer stand on your own.

Julian nodded, glancing indolently at the small shop. "Here we are," he smiled slightly.

Gods, take me Garak. Right now, on the floor. You and me, rolling, kissing, thrusting. Gods yes, your hard body over mine, your hands tearing through my clothes, your voice - oh your voice crying out your pleasure as I suck on you ... my mouth stretched ... filled, just like my ass would soon be ...

"Thank you once again for a delightful lunch my dear Doctor." Garak smiled again, a hint of genuine appreciation shining through the fraudulent exterior.

Fucking you fast, hard, deeply. Instead of eating mediocre food and arguing about Shogoth. Then having you do the same. Garak closed his eyes for a moment and continued his train of thought in a somewhat unexpected fashion. "Oh Gul, Julian, I want nothing better than strip you of those gul-awful clothes and ravage your body ... your body so luminescent; like a god."

Julian gaped at him, watching the tailor's reaction as he himself realised the slip of the tongue. Big fucking slip, Julian thought, and smiled inwardly. Oh now I get to have fun.

"Garak!" he gasped, his hand clutching his chest as his breath threatened to slip away, his eyes wide in a parody of shock.

Garak widened his eyes, sheer dread reflected within the fair blue depths. "Julian! I never meant to--"

His words got caught in his throat as Julian advanced on him, duplicitous surprise turning into sheer lust, long lashes lowering seductively. "Please ... did I ask you to stop?"

He offered him a coy smile and averted his eyes, focusing on the powerful body he now touched tentatively. His long slender fingers brushed over the broad shoulders, sliding down the hint of ridge down the Cardassian's arms, then fondling his way back to the ample chest. "What else would you do to me?" he asked in a husky whisper, finally allowing his eyes to connect with the tailor's.

He was shuddering with the young man's touch. His eyes drooped, his whole being trying to maintain the slim control he still possessed. "Julian, I don't think you want to know what I want to do to you ..." he gasped, jumping slightly as Julian pinched through his clothing to where a nipple hid. "Julian ..."

"Come on ..." he purred, writhing his hips sensually against the tailor's hardness, his own erection pushing against his uniform insistently. "I've been hard since our bloody lunch, and I want you - now. We both want it ... please Garak ..." he moaned, no longer able to resist eyeing those tantalising neckridges without doing something about them. He leaned forward and bit down on one - hard.

Garak cried out, his hands flailing helplessly around the thin shoulders and drawing him tightly against him. "Julian ..." He pulled back and looked at him ferally. "Julian," he repeated with a harsher voice, controlled. "Not here," he said.

"Then hurry!" Julian all but whimpered, letting his hand rove over the prominent bulge curving the tailor's trousers. With a grin Garak pushed the hand away and gestured him to follow him.

"My sweet Julian ... come."

He followed the tailor, to the back of the shop. Garak paused a moment, considering, then slipped a silky black scarf from a rack, then reached behind his counter for something else which he quickly slipped inside his pocket. He tossed his head at Julian to follow him, then entered the backroom, where Julian had always assumed the cutting table was. But no. Instead, it was a small passageway leading to yet another door which in turn opened into a cosy little bedroom. Enough for a bed. Garak grinned at him as he locked the door, murmuring that the room served its purpose on those long, lonely nights when he was too tired to retire to his quarters.

"It's actually my old bed," Garak whispered as he turned away from the door and pressed his lips to Julian's ear from behind, bringing his hands down on the young man's shoulders. He felt the shudder shake the thin frame and he smiled against the coppery skin. "The one I used when this place was still Terok Nor ..."

"Garak ..."

"Yes," he replied huskily, inhaling deeply as he let his eyes scour over Julian back and ass, his hands following and kneading. "Such a beautiful young man ... you would have been a coveted slave during the Occupation ..." he murmured thoughtfully.

Julian answered with a moan, then turned inside Garak's arms, lifting his wide expressive eyes to Garak's pallid blues. "Would you have coveted me Garak?" he asked, a teasing roll to his words.

Garak gritted his teeth and pressed an open palm on Julian's narrow chest and pushed steadily until the young man's legs bumped against the edge of the bed. Garak grinned and nodded slowly. "Yes Julian. And I shall demonstrate just how much I would have coveted you ...lie down," he said briskly, giving a slight emphatic push at the same time.

Julian seemed to fall gracefully on top of the bed, and he only had a moment or so to revel in the softness of the covers before a hard Cardassian body draped over his. He moaned quietly, feeling passion rising within Garak's body, seeping into his and intensifying the scalding heat. Almost instinctively his hands went up, beside his head as he let himself be carried off.

"Do you trust me?" Garak husked in his ear, and Julian snapped his eyes wide, staring at the ceiling as his long eyelashes began to lower with heavy desire.

"Yessss," he hissed, his eyes closing naturally as Garak rose on his hands and looked down at the celestial beauty beneath him. He took the raven silk he'd taken earlier and pressed it to Julian's eyes, coaxing him with loving words as he tied it securely behind the young man's head. When his task was done he reached into his pocket and produced a pair of soft leather cuffs, and murmured that Julian offer him his wrists. When those were bound and hooked at the headboard, Garak climbed off the bed and began slowly undressing, enjoying the sinuous writhing of his beloved, watching as Julian tested the hold of his cuffs, and stared even more carefully at the tip of the human's pink tongue darting across a pouting lower lip in anticipation.

Stifling down the urge to take him right then and now, Garak climbed the bed and slowly, so very slowly, began to unzip the front of Julian's uniform. "Julian, tell me what you want ..." he whispered, enjoying the faint start at his voice.

"... you."

"Very good ... but could you elaborate?" Garak teased, and was rewarded with a beautiful, warm grin.

"You inside me ... first slow ... then harder, getting us so high ... Gods Garak, please, I can't wait!"

No kidding, Garak thought, slipping the black coverall off Julian's body and discovering the generous swell in the tight, black briefs. He teased his fingertips against it, drawing up the moan Garak had been expecting. His own shaft was hard with arousal, ready, eager, already wet with natural lubricant. He shook off the need for a moment, wondering how he would take the turtle-neck off. He shrugged, snatched a pair of scissors and cut it open. Julian shivered with the touch of metal, and Garak paused. "You told me you trusted me ... are you sure you do?" At the young man's enthusiastic nod, Garak chuckled and continued until the useless lavender material was on the floor, along with the scissors.

"Mmm ..." Garak purred closely in Julian's ear as he trailed a cool hand over the finely chiselled muscles of Julian's chest. "Do you want me in front ... taking you with your legs wrapped against my back as I fuck you ... long hard strokes .... or perhaps from the back ... taking you with your legs spread for me ... just for me Julian," he sighed and nibbled at a tantalising lobe.

"...On the side, behind me," Julian panted, twisting on his side emphatically. Garak chuckled and shook his head.

"We are the eager one aren't we ..." As he carefully went over Julian's body he bent forward and licked a steady trail all over Julian's chest, across the collarbone, over a shoulder, up the arm, until finally Garak was on his side, spooning his young lover. He wrapped his arms around the slender chest, teasing at the chocolate brown nipples as he drew a knee between Julian's legs. In his ear he rasped, "Spread yourself for me Julian ..."

With a whimper Julian did, bending forward as far as his cuffs permitted him, allowing Garak easier access. Holding steadily to the sharp hips, Garak manoeuvred himself inside, plunging into delightfully heated softness. Julian cried out at the sensation, the feeling of being filled so completely. He abruptly straightened against Garak's chest, making both men gasp at the change of angle.

"Yes ... more," Julian panted, writhing his hips sensually. Garak grunted and complied, rocking his own hips in long, hard strokes. Every time he slowly slid out, leaving only the distended dark head inside Julian, he swiftly dove in with a cry, tightening his arms around Julian's waist. Julian turned his head, blindly seeking Garak's mouth. When he found it he never let go, whimpering with passion, completely taken, controlled, and utterly drowning in Garak's attention.

"...Please .... more ... behind," Julian gasped incoherently.

Garak briskly pulled away, turned the svelte body around until he could mount him easily from the back. When he did with one, diving stroke, Julian nearly screamed at the feeling. He crumpled to the bed, his face falling into the mattress, his ass high in the air as Garak held him and fucked him. He whimpered and wailed, sensing the tightness in his stomach intensify until he couldn't think, couldn't reason. A hand closed around his shaft, pumping it furiously, matching the rhythm of Garak's cock in his ass. Sweat covered his skin, dampened the blindfold over his eyes as he came, spilling his essence over Garak's hand and over the bed.

And it was then he felt the blazing streams of fire filling his insides, and right at that moment he felt a burst of love and pride at knowing he held Garak ... had him inside him. Nothing would ever be too intimate between them now.

He collapsed on the bed and breathed erratically, trying to ease his frenzy. Garak fell over him, burying his face inside the crook of Julian's shoulder. After a moment he drew enough energy to untie the knot and take the scarf off. Quickly Julian turned and looked up at his lover, then down at the beautiful body hovering over him. He let his hands do the exploring while his mouth sought the tailor's, sealing their love-making with a perfect gesture. No words were uttered as Garak bundled up the outer most sheet and threw it in a corner of the room, no voice as they both slipped inside the covers and cuddled close, enjoying the coolness of new sheets and warmth of another body ... such a welcome relief that Julian fell asleep inside Garak's strong arms with tears in his eyes.

Garak pressed his chin over the young man's mop of damp hair, inhaled the distinct scent of Julian Bashir before he let the embrace of sleep overtake him.

The End