Garak returned to his shop and allowed himself one wistful moment of 'what might have been' before delving into the task at hand. Opening a concealed panel in the wall of his workroom, he looked for a message from his Cardassian contact and found none. This was well; tomorrow his exile would be over.
He wiled away the afternoon working on garments that would never be delivered and indulging in sexual fantasies about Julian. 'Yes, my dear,' he thought lasciviously. 'Tomorrow night I shall call you that as I take you.'
That was the deal he'd made with the Guls; to be restored to Cardassia, he had merely to betray the station. The Guls were happy to toss him Bashir as a gift when he'd asked.
But the Guls had never seen Bashir walk across the Promenade or heard his voice, pitched low and relaxed, or looked into his beautiful eyes and only wanted to see longing there and only seen polite interest and wary caution.
Wary caution. 'Yes,' the soon to be ex-tailor thought. 'These Terrans could have used a little more wary caution around me. They gave me enough insight into them to know where they were vulnerable. Except O'Brien, but he'd fought enough Cardassians to know how clever we are. And yet, even he let down his guard at the end. It will be a pleasure to know he's dead.
'But, Julian, my sweet, gentle, human doctor, I will save. He might even have saved this station had he allowed me to love him. Now I will simply possess him,' Garak ran his fingers over the Tzi velvet he was working on. 'How much simpler that will be. No sentiment to mar my enjoyment.
'I will have him brought to my cabin when the station is secured. Hopefully, he will not have put up too much resistance, but I will have a medical kit and regenerator waiting if he needs to be fixed up.
'How his eyes will widen in surprise to see me in a Gul uniform. He's only ever seen me in the effete and effeminate suits I am forced to wear in this exile. Will there be a flash of lust in his eyes? The clothes do make the man. Perhaps it's the clothes he's been rejecting all this time. But no matter, after his eyes widen in surprise, perhaps desire, they will narrow in disgust (as they should) and he will curse me in his bitterest voice. But this will be sweet music to me as I slap the self-righteous, pompous certainty off his face.
'"Really, Doctor," I shall say. "All of this unpleasantness could have been avoided if you'd simply gone to bed with me when I asked you to."
'Of course he will fight, but I shall enjoy that all the more. It will make the conquest much more decisive for me and educational for him. I shall not hurt him any more than necessary. I have never enjoyed pain for pain's sake and as much as I want to see Julian surrender to me, I hope I need not humiliate him. Too much.
'So I will beat him, thoroughly and carefully, as one beats a young and recalcitrant whore; enough to convince him that more resistance leads to more painful blows and to quit fighting while he's ahead.
'And my sweet Julian will yield to me, curling at my feet in defeat and sobbing his disillusion in me, in the Federation, in trust, in faith, in interspecies communication. Ah, this last shall make me laugh bitterly.
'"Interspecies communication, my dear?" I shall snarl down at him. "Only on your puny cowardly Terran terms. You, who could not consider me as a lover, worrying about interspecies communication, when all you could think about was: 'Oh, what would my friends think? Oh, what would Starfeet think? Oh, what about my career?' and now these are moot. I shall take from you what you might have given me. I shall have what you denied me and then some."
'I shall tear off the rest of that most offensive uniform and drag his sobbing form to my bed. I shall run my hands over his skin, which must be like this velvet, but warm and pliant and the soft scent of his musk rising from it. I will press him prone onto my bed and reach beneath him to find an erection he can no longer deny. Of course, he will resist and try to deny it but a blow or two to his lower back will quiet him. Silently, I shall caress this hard flesh that now belongs to me alone. I shall hear his sobs transmute into sighs of pleasure and his neck will twist in lust beneath my lips.
'He will tense when he feels my gel slick fingers on his virgin hole and I shall murmur softly that I will not hurt him and he will believe me. And I will try, as I slide my cock carefully into him, holding him down as he tries to escape the initial pain. I pause just inside to let him adjust and murmur "over in a moment, be still, relax, my sweet." I hope to use him for many years so I must not damage him the first time. As much as he must learn to surrender and obey, he must learn to enjoy my taking him as I plan to do so as often as I am able to.
'But this night I am gentle, as gentle as this act allows me to be. I still the frenzy in my heart and croon soft words I do not mean so he will relax and this will be more pleasurable for me. I rein in my ardor as I slide into him millimeter by millimeter. Enjoying this stately progress, it will also serve as a lesson to Julian that I am master here, I am in control and I will take as much time as I desire to impale him.
'And he will tremble when he feel my hips against his ass, my full length inside him. He will try to resist once more but I will lean more of my weight on him and he will subside again. I will not care if he is trembling with virginal eagerness or sensual disgust as I pound into him. I shall try to remember to caress him, but no matter, I shall climax when I feel his ass clenching around me in his own ecstasy.
'We shall lie together for a long moment, lost in our mutual spent pleasure. I will gently remove my flesh from his and draw him into my arms. He will not meet my eye but he will not resist the kiss I place on his tightly closed lips. No matter, there will be much time to explore his mouth and the rest of him. I shall carefully explain that my part in the re-occupation of Bajor is completed so we have the whole night before us. That tomorrow we will leave for Cardassia Prime where I will take up my rightful place in society again. And that I will keep him safe by my side as long as he behaves as sweetly, perhaps a little more so, as he just did.
'He raises his eyes to mine at last and spits in my face. I bury my tongue in his mouth. We thrash and flail; I pin him to the bed and sink my teeth into his shoulder until he cries out and lies still beneath me. How sweet, how lovely he is in surrender. A fitting reward for my devotion to Cardassia.'
Garak looked up from the velvet he was clenching and willed his cock to go soft again. There would be time and more time for such thinking and acting as well.
The rest of the day slipped by like all the days before it but Garak paid special attention to the tone and nuance of it. It would be the last day like it, ever, for tomorrow he would be very different or he would be dead, which would also be very different. He closed his shop and went home.
'Home,' he thought as he replicated something for dinner. 'This cage has never been home.' He dialed up a copy of _Rishi Baba_, frowned at the price, but went ahead and loaded it onto a reader. He read a few pages as he ate and found it an interesting exercise in narrative. He scoffed at the more esoteric meanings embedded in the text, especially this:
"Remember, as much in exaltation as in suffering, that every interaction in this myriad existence is with god. Even in dreams and fantasy, creates a new reality with god. Therefore, we are responsible for all karma we incur everywhere and in everything. So do not ask, where have I sinned, where have I been virtuous; we cannot know or understand the unknowable mind of god, leave that to god and surrender to god." Rishi Baba, page 51.
'Surrender,' he thought, putting the text aside. 'Is what other people do.' He showered and went to bed to sleep the sleep of a man who only expects victory on the morrow.
He felt the bed dip and opened his eyes to find Julian sitting next to him.
"I was wrong, Elim," he whispered, leaning down to kiss the sleepy tailor.
"Good," Garak murmured, moving over to make room. "Come to me."
They were both naked and aroused. Rolling around in a long kiss, they rubbed over as much of each other as possible, trying out the new textures and temperatures. Bashir removed his lips from Garak's and planted them on the Cardassian's broad shoulders. Then lower to his armored chest, caressing the outlines of each scale and onto the smoother gray belly. He paused to explore the scales that surrounded Garak's groin before sweeping his hand up his hard shaft. "No scales or armor here, eh?" he teased, fondling the head.
"They would detract from the delightful sensation of your fingers, Julian," Garak panted.
"Only fingers?" Julian smiled.
"I do so hope not." Almost but not quite pleading.
The doctor mercifully lowered his mouth to Garak's erection. The tailor felt him playfully slid his lips over the head and around the flare, exploring new territory, claiming it as his own. Bashir took the head into his mouth and, shielding it from his teeth, gave it a hard suck. He lowered his hands to gently stroke the doctor's hair and let him know he was much appreciated. In response, Julian exhaled softly against the Cardassian's cock and began to slowly work it down his throat. If Bashir noticed the passionate and vocal gratitude his muscles were wringing from him, Garak hoped he was enjoying it. The effort of not thrusting into the human's throat was too much and Garak did so and came with a strangled moan.
Which woke him. As usual his cum was cooling on his belly making his pajamas stick to him in an unpleasant manner. Also as usual, he rose, bathed and put on fresh nightclothes. Curling back into his lonely bed he went to sleep thinking this would be the last dream of this type forever and ever.
Garak woke earlier than usual, packed some food and his reader into a bag. Using his old access codes and occasionally access tubes (O'Brien had wisely tried to physically block ways into areas of the station that still had Cardassian codes his people could not override), he descended into the bowels of the station, overrode and deactivated the station's shielding and weapons array and routed their control to the cloaked Cardassian ships en route.
And there he waited, reading the copy of _Rishi Baba_ that he'd brought along to wile away the time it took the Cardassians to secure the station. At last his summons came and he ascended through the pleasantly subdued bustle of well-secured areas. His meticulous eye noted some blood and property damage along the way but nothing alarming. He nodded to Quark, who was sweeping up some glass but otherwise seemed open for business as usual.
"Change in station management, eh, Mr. Garak?" the Ferengi called pleasantly.
"A change for the better, Mr. Quark."
"No doubt," Quark agreed. "Glass of kanaar, Mr. Garak?" Hoping to lure him to his bar and find out just what was what now, he was disappointed.
"Perhaps later, Mr. Quark, perhaps later."
Quark shrugged; now, later, yesterday, tomorrow, Cardassians, Terrans, Bajorans. What did it matter? Business was business and he went off to serve the Cardassians already seated at the bar. As he served them, he noticed their attention was on Garak as he disappeared down the Promenade.
Garak strode through the familiar corridors of his home in exile. He saw no one he knew but they would not have recognized the arrogance in his stance or confidence in his step. This was not the shameful scurry of an outcast tailor; this was the stride of a conqueror.
And thus he was ushered into Operations and greeted by Gul Primek.
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