I should just tell him. Maybe if I told him he'd agree. Why do I even do this to myself? Granted I'm not on Cardassia -- He wouldn't probably understand my ways -- I should nonetheless listen to my instincts. I shouldn't let him lead me like that, it isn't right. I can't go on giving him the impression that he's using me. But he's not, is he? He's Human. In his world what he's doing isn't using.

Garak turned over, one hand curled beneath his head, the other reaching out to caress Julian's curled hair. The young man murmured and turned over, snuggling inside the Cardassian's embrace.

But he's so vulnerable. He's not Cardassian and I would probably hurt him. But that's what I want. I want him writhing helplessly under me, taking what I give him, begging me to fuck him thoroughly.

With a cry, Garak rolled onto his back and buried his face in his hands. Startled, Julian snapped his head up and watched his lover through a mixture of fatigue and worry. "Garak?"

"Yes Julian?"

"What's wrong?"

The tailor uncovered his face, and shook his head. "Nothing love. Go back to sleep."

"Are you sure?"

"Quite. Sleep, it's still early." Julian nodded, though his face revealed his concern. He hesitantly rested his head on Garak's broad chest and tried to beckon sleep.

What's wrong with me? Now I'm despairing in front of him? How low can you get Elim? Why don't you throw yourself on your knees and beg him while you're at it? I'm sure he'll get a good laugh at seeing you at his mercy. Stroll around with that cocky attitude of his while boasting that he has a Cardassian at his feet every night. That he has him degrading himself in front of him for his entertainment. [sigh] No, I'm not degrading myself. I wanted him, and I have him. It's simple as that.

Julian shifted, breaking Garak's thoughts. "Elim?"

"I thought I told you to sleep."

"Elim, why don't you talk to me?"

"What do you mean?"

"Why don't you tell me what you want?"

"Because you won't want it."

Julian chuckled lightly, his golden shoulders brushing against Garak's skin. "That shouldn't stop you if you were half the Cardassian you claim to be."

With a growl, Garak spilled Julian upon the bed as he straightened up abruptly. "What is that supposed to mean?"

Julian propped himself on his elbow, offering a challenging stare. "Really, you've been whining about how you want to go home, how you hold respect and loyalty to Cardassia. And here you are acting like a Human."

"It's what you want," Garak spit back.

"You never asked me what I wanted. What if I want it too?"

"I'll hurt you."

"If you go too far, I'll tell you."

"I won't be able to stop."

"Then I'll stop you."

A wispy laugh escaped the tailor's throat. "Stop me? Julian, you don't have the strenght to stop me. I can disable you with a single touch."

Julian sidled closer and nuzzled his face within the tailor's broad neck. "I know your pressure points too," he whispered. "Besides, you'll know when you crossed the limit.

Garak swallowed. "I won't. I won't be able to control myself while I'm with you. I'll loose my reasoning."

"I'm betting on it . . ." Julian murmured, biting the convoluted neckridges.

A menacing rumble trembled in his chest. "Don't fuck with me Julian."

"Now there's an idea . . . only, I want you to be yourself . . . don't be afraid of it Elim. I want it too . . ."

With a cry, Garak grasped the young man's shoulders and pulled him effortlessly away from him. "You don't understand Julian . . . It's not a question of whether or not I'll hurt you . . . I want to hurt you, and that scares me. I want to take you like a Cardassian. I want you to beg me, I want to fuck you until you pass out and I want you crying for my mercy. Julian -- I've even had thoughts of whipping you . . ." Tears veiled his eyes, and he looked away as he pushed Julian out of his reach. "And I'll lose you if I take you how I truly want to take you."

"You'll loose me if you don't," Julian barked back. "Not because I want it too, but because you'll get bored and leave."

Horror widened the tailor's cerulean eyes. "I would never--"

"Yes you would," Julian cut harshly. "You'll get bored and eventually leave. I know you. Now if you want to keep me, you'll have to talk to me, and we'll have to be more honest with eachother. If I tell you I want this, it's not to accommodate your taste. It's what I really want."

"It's not right!" he cried, scrambling off the bed. "You don't have a clue of what I want to do to you."

Julian threw back the covers, revealing his golden body. He smiled a wicked little smile. "I have a pretty shrewd idea."

Garak narrowed his eyes, swallowing hard at Julian's naked sight. "You want affection. I want a good hard fuck."

One last time, to be sure.

"Who wants affection?" Julian taunted, caressing his hard member with a hand. "Funny how I'm rock hard when I should be so disgusted by what you want."

He asked for it. Little slut will get what's coming.

"Stop touching yourself," Garak growled.

The Cardassian widened his eyes, mildly surprised by how quickly Julian obeyed. The human's lips curved into a pouting line "But Elim, I want to so badly . . ."

"Don't call me Elim. It's Sir."

"Yes Sir," Julian replied, a hint of sarcasm bordering his tone.

"You dare make fun of me?" Garak snarled. "Come here. Now."

Julian scrambled off the bed quickly, scurrying forward to Garak's position. When he was in front of him, head to head, Julian sneered ever so slightly. Evidently, the human would defy him at every turn. "Kneel."

"What if I don't want to?"

A hand slapped across his face. When Julian looked back, Garak inwardly flinched in fear. But the thin curve at the side of Julian's mouth told him all was fine. The human tipped his head. "I see," he nodded. He dropped to his knees, yet even as he looked back, waiting for the next order, Garak detected the dare dancing behind his hazel eyes. The Cardassian decided it was time to erase that smugness. He balled his hand into a fist and firmly raised Julian's chin. "You're only a little slut. And what's worst is that you want this . . . you crave it. I'll make you regret that," Garak sneered. He let go of his chin, and Julian bowed his head, staring at his knees, and the prominent erection blocking his sight.

It's only a front Julian. I still love you. I wouldn't do this if I didn't. I hope you understand.

"Wait here," Garak commanded, moving to the replicator. When he came back a moment later, Julian heard the clatter of metal in his hands. "Now ask me politely what you want your Sir to do."

"I want my Sir to fuck me until I pass out," Julian stammered. Not by fear -- by excitement and arousal. Finally the Cardassian was loosening up.

A hard laugh met his request. "That wasn't polite."

"Please . . ." Julian added.

"Remember next time," Garak growled. "Now get up. Climb onto the bed and kneel in front of the headboard."

Julian did as told, not once turning back to end this, not once wavering in his desire to please Garak. Once he was in position, the tailor surrounded his wrists with heavy cuffs, which he then attached to the headboard. Short chains allowed him movement, but not much. Swiftly, Garak turned him over, and looked down on him with lustful eyes. "You're mine," he growled.

The human offered a brazen smile. "I always was. You just didn't know it."

Sweet Gul, Julian -- stop talking like that or you'll make me stop . . .

He reached back and produced two pieces of raven cloth. Pure silk as it touched Julian's eyes . . . then his mouth. Blind and dumb, Julian moaned through the fabric, waiting for Garak's capable hands to touch him, fuck him, lick him, bite him . . .

Strong hands turned him over and forced him on his knees. Sitting back on his heels with arms slightly raised by the short chains, Julian titled his head and tried to use his remaining senses to gauge the situation. His sex hardened further at the mere anticipation of it, his breathing becoming ragged with need, his skin beckoning Garak's dangerous touch . . .

As though summoned by his thoughts, Garak's cool hand circled his waist and straightened him up so that Julian's back rested comfortably on his broad chest. Warm breaths swept harshly against his neck as the Cardassian pinched his nipples, caressed his throat, sometimes steeling a touch to the straining erection. Julian moaned softly, his voice muffled by fabric, and he tried to round his arms to return the caress. The rattle of chains made Garak laugh against his back. "You're bound, pretty Julian . . . you're mine remember?" He grazed his teeth across the golden expanse of Julian's back, pausing at the sinuous spine where he tipped his head and traced twin paths with his teeth at either side of his backbone. The human arched his back, moaning with delight. Garak's other hand continued to explore Julian's chest, roving his nails and leaving trails of fire behind as it took possession of his skin. At last it found the throbbing sex and Garak began paying due attention.

Julian dipped his head forward, sweat trickling his brow, "Ohyesohyesthatfeelssogooddontstopplease..." Of course the words were muffled and all Garak heard were plaintive whispers.

Yet Julian's incoherent whispers raised to a garbled cry as Garak doubled his ministrations, exerting more force on his strokes. The cloth was then torn apart, and two fingers insistently pushed their way inside his mouth, and Julian opened it gladly, wetting them and sucking at them and imagining himself sucking Garak's thick cock. Thoroughly wet, the fingers left his mouth and pushed inside Julian's tender cleft. His head promptly lolled backwards, pressing down on Garak's shoulder with the force of his pleasure, crying out his ecstasy as Garak concentrated his best efforts on his beloved Julian. The chains rattled chaotically as the human thrust back and forth, alternating between the pleasure from Garak's strokes and the exquisite sensation of penetration behind. He broke into a sweat and leaned forward without conscious thought, face contorted by pure joy as he felt release not far ahead.

But pleasure transmuted to pure anger when Garak briskly stopped everything. "GARAK, PLEASE!!" he screamed, slumping forward.

Behind him, Garak smiled indulgently as he smeared a good portion of lubricant on his erection. He said nothing, merely enjoyed the harsh rising of Julian's back as the human panted hard.

He threw the tube aside and unkindly pushed Julian forward, clawing his fingers into the smooth silky thighs as he pushed his rock hard member into the tight human cleft. The young man cried aloud at the intrusion, unprepared for Garak's thick erection pressing insistently inside him. Colors flashed across his vision, and he became aware of hands touching him everywhere. Pinpoints of sensation all over his body as he felt Garak pounding him, driving himself so deeply Julian could barely speak, his own voice choked with emotion, pain and rapture. A force pushed on his back; Garak's weight as the Cardassian pressed down on Julian's lithe form. A coarse tongue licked the back of his neck, incisive teeth biting the curve of his shoulderblades. Hands across his chest, twisting his sensitive nipples, caressing the defined muscles. Whispers in his ear, meaningless words strangled by passion, most of it Cardassian which Julian couldn't decipher, or couldn't even if he understood the language. Another hand stole to his fiery erection and continued where it had left off, and the world no longer mattered. From that moment to the moment he opened his eyes to find himself free of his bounds and breathing hard, Julian forgot who he was.

"I'm yours . . ." Garak was whispering in Kardasi in his ear, his voice stifled by emotion. "No matter what I do to you, I'm yours. Sweet Julian . . ." he fell silent, pausing as he spilled his creamy fluid inside Julian. The human cried out again, biting Garak's coiled neck, curling his hands into fists as he strained against the cuffs -- the only obstacle preventing him from touching his lover.

"I would never hurt you . . ." a final whisper in his ear before both men collapsed upon the sweat drenched sheets. Garak wearily pulled himself up long enough to free Julian before falling back among the cushions with a satiated sigh.

Minutes later Garak was spread on the bed contentedly, one hand leisurely curled under his head, the other stroking Julian's hair absently as he had done a moment ago. When Julian opened his eyes, a sigh of satisfaction escaped his throat. "That was wonderful," he said against the Cardassian's chest.

"It was wasn't it," Garak said with a laugh. "Oh my little Julian," he whispered in his damp hair. "I have so much to show you . . . to teach you."

Julian mumbled as sleep overcame coherent thought. "I'm a fast learner . . ." he murmured as he snuggled closer.

Garak smiled against his head, closing his eyes in bliss. "I was hoping you'd say that."

I took you like a Cardassian would take a Human. I couldn't bring myself to inflict pain on you. My insides twisted when I hit you . . . and it pains me to know you want this. It pains me but it also excites me. Maybe one day I'll have the strenght to tell you what I really want . . .

The End