And besides, where was the reason for his being dragged into this anyway? Garak had seemed so enthusiastic about trying out the program without any life-threatening situation wreathed into it that Julian hadn't had the heart to refuse the tailor. But he was late, and Julian was beginning to get annoyed.

He was about to call it quits when he heard the club's outer door open behind him. He sighed a breath of relief.

"It's about time," he chided, swivelling on his heel and promptly letting his jaw drop at the sight greeting him.

Standing in the entrance, legs parted and stance on alert, was Garak. Clad in a deep red shirt, cut daringly low and wide to allow a comfortable fit -- it had the added advantage of showing his neckridges off. It fit snugly; Julian could make out the line of ridges along Garak's shoulders, his broad chest outlined by the tight fabric. A rich, black leather jacket hung over the shirt, metal chains and zippers clicking softly as he shifted his weight. The soft hiss of material caught Julian's ear, and his glance strayed downward. Covering Garak's powerful thighs was a strange material. Light blue and white, no discernible pattern, and well worn -- they even had holes in the knees and thighs, giving glimpses of grey skin underneath. The word 'denim' fluttered through Julian's mind before his attention was drawn back to Garak. The jeans were tucked into calf-high black boots, made of tough leather, which creaked softly as he advanced on the doctor.

"What the devil is that you're wearing?" Julian spat, a laugh bubbling in his throat as he studied the unusual garments, trying desperately to stifle the incipient arousal tingling at his groin. Gods he looks sexy ... Yet the laugh quickly dissipated as his eyes fell on the Cardassian's raised hand. Struck by the blatant change in the tailor's wear, Julian hadn't noticed the silencer clutched in his fist. At his side, two goons appeared, dressed in similar smocks as they each trained a smaller gun on him.

"I won't be here long, Mr Bashir," Garak informed him, presumably already in character. "I simply came here to convey to you my cartel's --" he pursed his lips, "-- shall we say, 'irritation' over Dr Noah's demise. And though it would satisfy my associates no end to dispose of you right here and now, I thought it would prove more amusing to put you through a test." He walked leisurely toward Julian's immobilised form, pausing behind him and leaning forward to whisper directly into the young man's ear. "Let me be clear. There is two of my image in this scenario," he hissed. "One of which is real, the other a mere projection. It is up to you to discover the counterfeit. Do this, and you win Doctor." Julian turned in shock at his friend, and Garak smiled darkly. "Don't let my present appearance fool you. I might not be who I am next time we meet. Until then Mr. Bashir," he said aloud, and turned his back to him.

When Garak and his associates were gone, Julian was still standing in the middle of the room with a shocked expression on his face, and an unexpected erection straining against his pants.

What the--?? Julian frowned. An erection? Over that little episode? The young man groaned and forced his mind to imagine open- heart surgery -- a date with Worf, anything to wither his aching member. This was not the time to be thinking about sex. Far from it.

Of course, he could always leave. Nothing was preventing him from turning away and strolling out of the holosuite to call it a day. So why wasn't he? Julian shook his head. This need for fantasy was getting way too demanding he realised.

Gods ... when did he get so irresistible?? Dammit Jules, are you so deprived of sex you'll see it everywhere now? He's your friend. He doesn't have these kinds of thoughts about you. Besides, he probably sticks to his own kind anyway. So why waste your time? Face it Jules, your future is already laid out for you; practising medicine and jerking off when the urge grabs you -- that's all there is to it. Don't look for love where there's none my boy.

Sighing self-deprecatingly, he shrugged out of his jacket and swung it over his shoulder as he strode out of the lair. If the program was properly working, he would be transported directly to the destination the story had laid out for him.

As it was, he arrived in his apartment in Kowloon, Hong Kong.

When the doors parted to admit him, he expressed surprise for the second time today.

Leaning casually against his bar and clutching a delicate glass of martini, Garak was assumingly waiting for his arrival. He was dressed in a sportive beige suit, casual and relaxed. Not like that leather ... he thought, and licked his lips.

When Garak spotted Bashir, he straightened up and rested his glass on the counter. "Doctor!" he beamed. "I was wondering when you'd arrive," he said pleasantly. "I hope you don't mind," he added, waving at the glass. "I was curious about this martini beverage you offered me last time."

Julian smiled.

Clever Garak. Show knowledge about our last encounter. A trick? Probably. It's easy to program knowledge into a character. If he's half as smart as he makes himself out to be, this won't be easy at all. But I know how to play his game. Easy enough, and vastly more fun than trying to guess. Oh you sly little devil; you don't care whether I win or lose this program do you? All you want is the game. The way I'll figure it out. Well don't be so surprised by my methods my dear.

"Is something wrong doctor?" Garak frowned, taking a few concerned steps toward him.

No use in confronting him about his little scheme; he'll simply plead ignorance -- as usual.

"Nothing's wrong Garak," Julian smiled, displaying all the confidence in the world as he strode to the bar. He plucked the martini and tasted the liquor. Licking his lips, he nodded appreciatively. "Did it yourself?"

"Oh no no no," Garak laughed, recovering from the enticing picture Julian had made with his tongue. "I had ... er -- 'Mona' fix it for me."

Julian nodded in admiration. "She always did an excellent martini," he recalled dreamily, remembered the long silky legs and the tight business jacket/dress hugging her slender waist.

Garak narrowed an eye, recognising the young man's look. A wave of inexplicable jealousy filled his chest and he hastened to say, "Yet I doubt dabbling in the art of liquor- making is the goal of our mission here. Has anyone made contact with you?"

Oh you sly devil.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, someone did," replied the young man, slinging his jacket over a chair nonchalantly. "Just before I came here, which is why I'm a bit late," he explained. "A man accosted me and threatened me."

Garak looked nonplussed. "Oh dear. What did he want?"

Julian frowned innocently, shrugging his narrow shoulders. "That's just it, he didn't say. He told me his cartel was incensed by Dr Noah's death. I suppose they want revenge," he reasoned.

Garak nodded at the sound logic. "So what do we do?" he inquired, a bright smile illuminating his face.

Mmh. Would Garak be so enthusiastic? He might be throwing me off track as well.

"First we should get as much information on this 'cartel' of his." He thought for a second and turned toward the back of his apartment. "Mona," he beckoned, prompting the valet's swift appearance. In the semblance of a curtsy, she nodded at him, her pretty smile in place as she waited calmly for Bashir's instructions.

Julian smiled back. "Would you be a dear and find out all you can concerning any unusual covert activities on our borders. Include phone conversations, air traffic, that sort of thing."

She nodded, walking passed Garak as she remained visually locked with her employer. "Is there anything else I can do for you Mr Bashir?" she asked, her voice silky and inviting. Garak restrained himself from circling her lovely neck with his hands to cease the enticing looks she was throwing at Julian.

Yet the young man was doing admirably well on his own. He offered her a cool smile and tilted his head. "No, that's all for now," he replied curtly.

She swung her hips all the way to the door, throwing both of them a look before disappearing in the outer room. Garak frowned after her while Julian only smiled. "Very good Garak," he muttered, moving off for his bedroom. "You're acting yourself very well so far. Excuse me while I go change," he said louder, smiling sweetly.

As Julian also disappeared in his private bedroom, Garak was left alone to contemplate the Human's strange statement. At least, that's what it looked like before a sly smile curved his lips.

This should be extreme fun.

Garak was tugging at his uncomfortable black tie by the time Julian emerged from his bedroom, decked handsomely in a similar tuxedo.

"You know, I should have changed the style before engaging in this program," he commented, abandoning the treacherous fabric strangling his neck. "How you Humans survived with these uncomfortable fashions still eludes me. Although," he added, glancing at Julian's slender form as he brushed across from him to reach his desk. "Some fashions do suit the wearer," he complimented. He missed the slight blush spreading the young man's cheek as he turned round to follow the lovely valet making her way into the den.

"Mr Bashir," she smiled, waving a tight stack of dossiers in her hand. "I found out some very interesting facts concerning a certain Red Grant.."

"Red Grant ..." Bashir rolled the familiar word. He'd read about the character from one of his many James Bond's novels, and recalled that he'd been employed under "the SPECTRE," he said aloud, surprising both Mona and Garak.

His valet nodded. "That's right. Mister Grant is the leader of a cartel known as SPECTRE." She handed him the files and nodded at them. "But you've received a far greater mission than simply going after him," she explained. "The Secret Service found out some very interesting things going on near our borders. I've included everything in there," she whispered, raising her eyes to him. Bashir looked down at her and smiled. He remembered something about the program containing certain junctions where he could be permitted to ... indulge in the fantasy on a sexual level. He had no doubt this was one of those instances.

Yet he was clearly not interested. Not now. "Thank you Mona," he nodded curtly, sending her away.

Garak followed her as she went to stand by the bar, waiting. His eyeridges quirked upward in surprise. "Your control is admirable," he noted in a whisper, shifting his attention to his young friend.

Not really if you knew who I was thinking about right now, he smiled. "Well, I don't think leaving you behind would be very fair, or very cordial mind you," Julian offered as he took another sip of Garak's martini. For good measure.

Garak's surprise doubled. "My dear doctor, I do hope you're not imposing yourself restrictions because of me. By all means, proceed with how you would usually proceed." A small smile was curving his lips, and Julian decided it was time to erase the smug look on his face.

He approached him very closely and stared challengingly at the unwavering blue eyes. "Are you sure about that Mr Garak?"

The Cardassian breathed harder, nodding his assent as he watched his young friend lean in further. "Of course. After all, this is -your- fantasy, as you keep reminding me."

Smiling faintly, Julian leaned in just a bit further and brushed his lips to Garak's.

The feeling sent a thousand shivers down his body. He pulled away only an inch, focusing large heavy-lidded eyes at Garak. "You're right Mr Garak, this is my fantasy. And I'll leave you in no doubt about that," he whispered, sweeping warm breaths over Garak's lips. The tailor closed his eyes. His breath suddenly caught as Julian cautiously moved his tongue over his lower lip, tenderly following the curve, then pausing to suck at it. As he brought his teeth down for a gentle nip, Garak moaned against him.

"Doctor . . ." he whispered, swaying in his position at the powerful sensations invading his body. Mona's flustered departure went unheeded as he opened lecherous blue eyes, dilated almost to their fullest as he stared intently at mahogany brown. "Why now?" he hissed.

Julian was studying every inch of Garak's face, only now realising what a fool he'd been not to have done this a long time ago. Why, indeed, now? He smiled winningly. "Must be the tux," he said provocatively, dissolving the minute separation that had grown between them. He closed his hungry mouth over Garak's, and for a moment they simply breathed each other's air, occasionally nipping, the other's tongue as they explored their sweetness languidly.

Julian moaned softly as Garak's hand cradled the back of his head while the other rounded the slender shoulders, pulling him tightly against his broad chest. Thus Julian had all the difficulty in the world to pry his hand away. Still locked passionately to the tailor, Bashir reached out as far as he could and pressed a panel on his coffee table. A low rumbling sound ensued, and a large oval bed came into view.

Both were getting quickly aroused now, and Garak was barely containing himself by the time he carried Julian to the silken bed with him.

"I want you," he hissed, deftly untying the dark bow tie around Julian's neck as he emphasised his words with a kiss. He licked the young man's neck even as he flicked each button free. When his hands could go no lower, he fervently slipped off the black jacket from Julian's thin frame, sliding it under him before throwing it aside unceremoniously. His nimble fingers resumed their task on his shirt and he soon had Julian's bare chest to play with.

"Garak . . ." Julian managed huskily, squinting in concentration as he tried to untie the tailor's bow tie. In a growl of frustration, Garak tore it apart and flung it aside. Julian quickly tackled Garak's own shirt as the tailor panted heavily.

"You don't know how many nights I've wished for this," Garak was growling, finally wresting Julian's hands away from their job. He pinned them on either side of his head and pulled back, staring down at the young man with a feral look. "I can't even count the times you got me hard just by smiling at me . . ."

Julian smiled and Garak curled his lips. "Just like that," he murmured, sweeping down for another kiss. His hips were grinding against Julian's, drawing up an erotic dance as they began rubbing enticingly against each other. Groans and cries seeped from Julian's lips as Garak thoroughly probed the hot mouth, making certain no inch of Julian's depths went untouched.

At last, more urgent needs pried them away.

"I want you so badly," Julian cried, lifting himself up to follow Garak's mouth as the Cardassian sat back on his heels. Long dusky hands slipped inside the tailor's partially opened shirt, feeling their way around the broad firm torso to the scaly back. He applied a little pressure with his arms, and ripped the shirt open, allowing him more freedom to explore the Cardassian's exotic body. When Garak shrugged out of the heavy jacket, then the tattered shirt, both were bare from the waist up and their skin shone with a thin film of sweat as they moved sinuously against each other. In a heartbeat, both of them had removed their trousers and were delighting in the sensations their bare skin provided.

Lost in the moment, Julian was barely questioning whether he was making love to the real thing or a simple holographic projection. If it was, so be it -- his repressed desires for the tailor had to be dealt with, and Julian hadn't managed to wilt his erection completely anyway. However, if this was the real Garak, then he wanted this as much as Julian, which was even better. The only downside Julian could find to the situation was that if this Garak was a projection, then the real one could walk in at any time during his ... adventure.

But right now, he didn't care. If this was a holographic image, it was too real to ignore.

Finally Julian groped for the tailor's underpants, tugging them off harshly. He made quick work of his own, and quickly asked the computer to create a tube of lubricant. He leaned over Garak's body, breathing savagely against Garak's ear. "I want to fuck you," he growled, his hand curling possessively around Garak's hard shaft. "Now."

Garak smiled impishly against his shoulder. "Then what are you waiting for?" he managed, his voice strained as Julian's hand worked its magic on his erection.

"No talk," Julian decided, abruptly swivelling the Cardassian around and pushing him forward with far greater strength the Cardassian would have given him credit for.

Closing his eyes and uttering a small moan, Garak settled himself on the bed with a couple of pillows propping his hips up. When the inevitable lingered, he rocked back and moaned anew. "Now Julian, please," he hissed, glancing over his shoulder in time to see the young man plunge into his hot depths. His head snapped around and Garak cried out with absolute pleasure. "Oh yes!" he voiced his ecstasy, his head ducked forward as Julian thrust his hips hard against him. Growling, Julian grasped the tailor's thighs and parted his legs to get a better angle. Thrusting his hips fast and hard, Garak collapsed on the bed, his groans and cries muffled into the pillow he clutched beneath him.

"Yes," Julian breathed, long lashes tickling his cheeks as he closed his eyes, sweat dribbling over his temples. Heat broke out all over his body as he gave his lover a pounding, teeth clenched as he approached the edge. "Elim," he wailed, falling over the Cardassian's back and grasping the tailor's burning sex. Sweat lubricating his hand, he slid smoothly up and down the tough leathery shaft, fingernails tickling the head as he teased the tailor, until at last he felt Garak's muscles clench over his sex.

"Julian," Garak strained, releasing his breath in one shattering cry as he came over his lover's hand and unto the bed. A heartbeat behind, Julian clenched one hand over the strong grey thigh, and stroked one final time at the tailor's softening sex with the other. He cried out against Garak's sweaty expanse as he came, breathing rabidly as he descended the magnificent peak he'd just conquered. "Wonderful," he sighed, his tongue idly tracing lazy patterns over Garak's back ridges.

Muffled words came from Garak's pillow. When the tailor sluggishly lifted his head, a sated smile was on his lips as he finished with, "... understatement."

Julian laughed and rolled off, tugging the sheets toward him and enveloping himself in them, seeking warmth for the sudden chill invading his body.

Garak watched him intently, studying the beautiful human face as it drifted to sleep. He wanted desperately to wrap his arms tightly around him, but he had things to do. Things he promised himself would repay him in double later. Now that he'd found out Julian wanted this as much as he, the Cardassian's soul filled with pride and triumph as he sauntered away from the bed, disappearing in the outer room to change.

This was going extremely well.

Julian hadn't even realised how exhausting fucking Garak would have been. But as he rolled amidst the delightfully warm covers, his eyes tickling from exhaustion, a sly smile curved his lips. Finally he'd gotten rid of all that pent up frustration over the tailor, months of painful separation because of his failing control. And it'd been so sweet Julian didn't want to get up yet as he revelled in the memories.

Unfortunately, getting up was no longer a choice.

Snapping his eyes wide he focused on Garak's form hunched over him, silencer in hand and toying with the bed sheet covering his naked body. He uttered a gasp and tried to squirm away, but Garak clenched his teeth and aimed the weapon at his face, killing all movements.

"Hello Mr Bashir. I trust I didn't interrupt anything important," he hissed, glancing down at the outline of his body and smiling mischievously when he presumably realised Julian had no clothes on.

"What do you want?" he asked with a trembling in his voice.

"Why ..." Garak smiled winningly, kneeling over the bed. "You of course."

Julian felt himself stir against the bed sheets again and whimpered softly.

Garak chuckled and approached him. "But be warned," he growled, ripping the sheet from the doctor's body. "I might not be as gentle as the one who formally occupied this bed."

Again Julian moaned and allowed the stockier body to move over him. "I'm going to take you," Garak growled against his ear, the gun in his other hand and sliding it seductively down his throat. "By force if necessary. You're mine for now. So behave."

When Garak pulled back, Julian 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 through the thick leather, then fondling his way back to the ample chest and slipping his fingers inside the crimson shirt. "What else do want to do to me?" he asked in a husky whisper, finally allowing his eyes to connect with the dangerous man'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. "I don't think you want me to tell you that right now ..." he gasped, jumping slightly as Julian pinched through his clothing to where a nipple hid. "Bashir ..."

"Come on ..." he purred, writhing his hips sensually against the Cardassian's hardness, his own erection pushing against the denim with insistent force. "I've been hard since you left," he lied, omitting to mention the other Garak's existence, "and I want you -- now. Again. We both want it ... please Garak ..." he moaned, no longer able to resist eyeing those tantalising neckridges without doing something about them. He leaned upward 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. "Bashir," he corrected with a harsher voice, pushing him back to the bed with the weapon.

They purposely held back from touching each other. The only sounds in the quiet apartments were their laboured breathing, and the underlying moaning in Julian's throat that seemed to amplify with each passing second.

"Garak," he finally panted, "I've thought about this for a long time ..." he ventured, hoping this was indeed the real thing.

"As have I ..." Garak supplied, his brilliant blue eyes caressing the young man's sensuous lips. He forgot himself for a moment, then swiftly re-examined his position. "... thought of revenge. Disposing of my boss was not a very healthy thing to do Mr. Bashir."

"I've always wondered why we've never thought of doing this before," he moaned stubbornly, his head unconsciously rising from the bed.

As though attracted by a magnet, Garak's body followed the same motion. "We had a friendship ... I was afraid to jeopardise it ..." he murmured.

Julian stopped, his eyes prying themselves away from the tailor's enticing lips to focus on the intense cerulean eyes. "I have but two things to say," he smiled triumphantly, and Garak had a pretty good idea what one of them was about. "First, you're quite the real Garak," he purred, his hand insinuating itself inside the tight blue jeans. "And two, are you afraid now? To jeopardise our friendship I mean?"

"Now that I know you want this too?" Garak chuckled, his control failing him at last as his hands reached forward with a serpent's speed to grasp the Doctor's upper arms. He drew him tightly against him, breathing savagely against Julian's neck as he nibbled the skin. "Do you have any idea how excruciating it was to watch you argue and prattle on about every damn subject possible when I could have easily shut your mouth with my own? Gul, your mouth," he whispered, unable to resist the delectable treat pursed in a seductive smile.

He plundered it, delighting in the way Julian's tongue tried to gain some sort of upper hand. When his attempts failed rather miserably, Julian finally moaned and relented, parting his lips and allowing the tailor to possess his mouth.

"All you had to do was ask," he whispered after they parted, shivering with want when Garak pulled away panting. He stared at the human, face incredulous, the ridges over his eyes lowering in a Cardassian frown.

"Ask?" he echoed petulantly. "All I had to do was ask?" He growled and pushed the doctor roughly to the bed before straddling his waist. "I've spent countless nights staring at an empty wall and fantasizing about what exactly I'd do to your body, and you have the brass to inform me that all I had to do was ask?"

Julian's eyes seemed suddenly alit with arousal, lust and fear. The booming Cardassian voice echoed like thunder inside the room, and the tailor's eyes were shining with insult and fury. Against the Cardassian's ass where Garak had straddled him, Julian's cock grew harder.

The Cardassian paused and glanced over his shoulder, anger quickly replaced with question. "You enjoy this, don't you?" He turned back slowly, his eyes bright with sudden interest. "My my my. Aren't we just full of surprises," he purred. He reached behind and curled one broad hand around the Doctor's aching sex, the friction of his textured hand intensifying the pain. "Let's see how far I can push you," he whispered, exerting pressure.

"No," Julian groaned, closing his eyes and watching helplessly the countless fantasies he'd summoned over the course of those familiar empty nights Garak had spoken of. Harsh fantasies; things he'd kept to himself and wouldn't have dared to speak about to the four walls of his bedroom. Images that had troubled him upon further contemplation.

On several occasion he'd envisioned himself in a Cardassian interrogation room, with Garak as his tormentor. Nothing as painful as a real session, he was sure. But harsh enough to make him wonder about his odd preferences. The humiliation he'd felt at picturing himself being stripped naked by the Cardassian. The delicious pain accompanying the pounding he'd received, the nail marks left on his body as Garak ran his fingers ruthlessly against his back.

And the pressure on his cock which Garak was administrating right now. On a bout of passion, the tailor squeezed hard, and Julian arched his back, hissing air through his clenched teeth. "Garak ..." he moaned, his fingers digging into the soft linens beneath him. "Stop," he moaned, his voice speaking the contrary.

"Oh now," Garak chuckled, loosening his hold and coaxing the steely erection. "This is far too interesting an experiment to stop now Doctor. I must say, I wouldn't have expected you to be interested in this."

"I'm not," Julian panted, willing his tone hard even as his body writhed sinuously under Garak's weight. The Cardassian left his cock and leaned forward, his hands bracing themselves on the bed next to the doctor's head.

"Then your body speaks a very different language Doctor," he hissed, closing his teeth over Julian's pouting lower lip. He jerked his jaw, and Julian cried out in surprise. Garak smiled, watching the human's eyes close in delicious agony. He suckled at the thin stream of blood he'd produced, and moved to the delicate chin, using his teeth to stimulate the precious skin. Against his waist, Julian's hips rocked insistently. He smiled wickedly, clutching the gun and sliding it down the narrow chest, shudders of delight crawling over the doctor's skin when the cold steel brushed over a rock hard nipple. When it finally pressed against his straining cock, coaxing it gently, insinuating itself beneath the shaft to stroke the puckered entrance, Bashir whimpered with need.

He closed his eyes and breathed in Garak's closeness. Alien scent wafted to his nose, intoxicating him as the Cardassian moved his tongue along his jaw line, biting the skin. Both breathed hard, the harsh circulation of air the only sound in the empty apartment as Julian waited for the next sensation to assault his body.

When it came, he screamed.

Garak smiled against his ear, his gun buried inside the doctor. "Now how do you like this?" he hissed, massaging the weapon deeper into the young man's body. It slightly tore the skin, no lubrication to help the sudden intrusion. Julian's legs came apart to rest on the black leathered shoulders, hoping the new angle would ease the terrible fire between his legs. Eventually it faded, leaving only the resentment..

Pinned by sensation, Julian tossed his head away, trying to pry his mouth from the tailor. After his incipient screams had subsided, Julian felt an overwhelming urge to stop this right now, coupled with a traitorous desire to have the Cardassian do worst. Meanwhile Garak was toying with a lobe, hissing a few words, "I hope you're not considering leaving Doctor. We've hardly begun."

"Get off of me," he moaned, exhausted and dead scared. Lurking with betraying intent, desire and lust caused a ragged sigh to escape his lips when Garak jerked the gun deeper.

"Oh not yet Doctor. You wanted this, and I'm more than willing to give it to you. In case you haven't noticed, there are no Cardassians on this station," he spat harshly, biting skin more harshly. "Except for Ziyal, but she does not interest me. And you being the multi- species expert that you are," he snickered, "you must realise that we Cardassians don't like things to be ..." he crumpled his nose in distaste, "delicate," he barked.

"But you're hurting me," Julian keened, breathing harshly as Garak licked a trail along his throat.

"Yes I am. And if you want to pursue this sort of relationship, I hope one day you'll be able to fight back," Garak grinned insidiously. "But for now, learn. If I make you hate this enough, maybe you'll think twice before wishing for things you don't understand."

Another thrust, and Julian realised Garak had pushed the gun to the hilt. The surge of pain was immediate and strong, though lasted for only a moment. When it subsided, Garak was breathing hard against his neck. After a few short thrusts, he eased the weapon out and back slowly, his manner erotic. Julian moaned and sighed in relief at the blissful lack of pain.

Let him think he is safe, Garak thought with a sly smile, waiting for Julian to relax and sigh under him before he changed tact.

"I never asked for it," Julian whispered, frowning in concentration.

Garak paused his massage, raising his eyes questionally. "Excuse me?"

The human's eyes slowly opened, a cloud of lust and desire dancing in the dark mahogany eyes. His voice was calm and collect, and yet Garak did not miss the underlying anger. "You said I shouldn't wish for things I don't understand. I never told you what I wanted."

Garak laughed, dismissing the petty trap Julian had laid for him. "My dear Doctor, you don't need to tell me." He pressed over him again, his insistent erection pushing between Julian's bare thighs, crushing the weapon deeper. "Your body speaks to me Julian. By the way you talk, by the way you avert your eyes when I stare at you. I've been around too much not to recognise the signs Doctor. I must admit," he whispered, his eyes falling to the luscious lips. "I didn't want to be involved with you. I tried to control it, but it seems that was one thing I could not resist. A testament to your beauty Doctor."

Julian tried to wiggle himself free but Garak reached up and pinned the thin wrists on the bed, his knee raised to keep the gun in place. Without missing a beat, Garak went on with his soothing talk. "Have you been thinking of me all this time my precious?" he whispered seductively, making Julian forget how chilly he'd suddenly become by Garak's cold hands around him. "Lying alone in your quarters ... conjuring up fantasies of what you'd let me do to you. Have you Doctor?"

He resisted remarkably well for one so young, Garak noted. But no one could hear that voice and be stared at by those eyes without feeling their defences crumbling. Julian moaned again, straining weakly against Garak's unmovable grip. "No," he said quietly, looking away.

Garak chuckled as he removed the offending object from his ass. "Hmm, I don't think you're being honest with me Doctor," he whispered, throwing the gun carelessly aside. "In fact, I do believe you're lying to me."

"So?" Julian had seemingly become himself again. "You do it all the time."

"Ah, so it is true ..." Garak hissed delightedly, his eyeridges raising in triumph. Well that was easy.

Julian's face flushed. "Everyone fantasises Garak," he argued defensively. "I see nothing wrong with that."

"Neither do I," he said with surprise. His fingers probed the entrance and he smiled. "But let us indulge for once, shall we?" He pulled back enough to discard the denim pants and the high leather boots, throwing them to the floor unceremoniously. When he leaned over the doctor, chains brushed over the dark brown nipples, eliciting another whimper from the young man's throat.

Garak laughed. "How can you even expect me to believe you do not crave this?" he asked rhetorically, not bothering to use the lubricant he'd dialled up earlier as he plunged into the slight body beneath him.

As it was, the pain was less intense than before, his ass already stretched by the weapon, his cleft already lubricated with his own semen. Though Garak was still large, and Julian felt the tears at his eyes as it moved to settle inside him. When it did, Julian reached forth and grabbed the Cardassian's ass, pulling him tightly against him. The sensation doubled, and he cried out blissfully, drowning off the tailor's grunt.

"Yes!" Julian screamed, his hips rocking hard. Again Garak grunted, sweat breaking over his body as he moved. "Yes fuck me," Julian kept repeating in a husky whisper, eyes closed as the sensations flooded over him. Nothing like the image that he had fucked earlier.

At last, Garak slid out, under much protest, and turned the slender body onto hands and knees before promptly returning to his haven.

This time his entry was not so smooth. Crying out, he jerked his hips forward and impaled the young man to the hilt, eliciting the most beautiful cry he'd heard from Julian's lips. He crashed over the narrow back, the cold leather chilling the human's skin. "Pleasure yourself," he whispered, drawing out slowly and entering fast and hard. Julian cried, shakily reaching for his aching cock. "Yes, slowly," he demanded, watching lewdly as Julian fought to control himself. Such an emotional creature, Garak though, biting the skin over a shoulder blade. Such uninhibition. "Yes, that's it Julian," he whispered, feeling the familiar tightness, the torrent of pleasure threatening to make its appearance by the tingling at his limbs. Then that feeling; that feeling he got that told him he could not return. He opened himself to it, closed his eyes and forgot who he was as he opened himself to the shattering release striking the deepest core of the beautiful man beneath him. Somewhere distant, he was faintly aware of Julian's screams.

When he came to, both were sprawled over the bed in a tangle of sweaty limbs. Feeling suddenly hot, Garak shrugged out of his coat, then shirt, leaving him as unclad as the delicate man stirring beside him.

"Wonderful," he sighed. "That's all I have to say."

Garak inclined his head, accepting the compliment as he settled against the slight body. "I'm not certain whether I should be happy for you or not though," he pondered, his hand smoothing out the damp curls from the even forehead. "I did not think a human would enjoy this. I merely set out to show you what you were wishing for. How dangerous it could be."

Too exhausted to move, Julian lolled his head against the bare scaly shoulder. "We're stronger than you think," he murmured sleepily, slowly slipping toward the pillows. "And I'm glad we did this. I hope this wasn't just a demonstration Garak." His dark mahogany eyes raised, locking with the tailor's. "Do you mind sharing your bed with me Garak? Because I am willing to share mine.

Garak inhaled sharply. "You are certain you do not mind? I've heard you utter many protests earlier Doctor. Many of which caused me to come close in ending all of it."

From the depths of his pillow, Julian mumbled something about a safe word and how they would talk about it later. For now, he said, he wanted to sleep.

"Stamina is certainly not part of your genetic makeup," Garak noted with amusement.

"Well what do you expect?" Julian groaned. "Your holographic double had already exhausted me in the first place."

"There was no holographic double Doctor. That was me."

Julian frowned. "But how could you--"

Garak hissed with irritation and leaned over him. "You ask too many questions," he growled, and covered Julian's mouth with his own. After a moment of lazy debate, Julian responded eagerly.

The End