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Tears of Time	By : ShriTal88 Category: Star Trek > Deep Space 9 Views: 2325 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“I want to pleasure you. You don't have to give anything in return, Julian,” Garak said, tugging Julian closer with his legs.

Garak rolled them over, pushing Julian into the mattress.

Julian quivered as heat raced across his nerves and made his skin tinkle as he arched to the Cardassian. The alien texture of his body was intoxicating. The strength and power was incredible. He had never been dominated during an encounter, always preferring to be the initiator, but it was easy to be mesmerized, looking up into the blue eyes. He blushed, wondering what it would be like to completely submit to the Cardassian. Were Cardassians generally dominant as sexual partners, and what would Garak be like in particular? Would Garak ever submit his own body to Julian for similar treatment? What would submission feel like?

“I-I,” Julian said, shifting against Garak. He closed his eyes as another ripple of pleasure snaked through him.

“I'm not going to hurt you.” Garak nuzzled Julian under the chin.

“More than necessary?” Julian asked, remembering Garak's words of warning about what would happen if he everted. His mouth opened to expel air more quickly as his breathing slightly quickened from fear and pleasure.

“Not at all, today,” Garak said, sliding his hands over the soft skin. “Only pleasure for you...”

Garak pressed his lips to Julian's pulse. It was accelerated, a sign of arousal if their drivel novels were to be believed. He made soft hissing, shushing noises.

“What are you going to do?”

“Julian, you are such a talkative creature,” Garak said, pulling back to look into the human's large brown eyes. He slid a hand to the smooth cheek. “I will not do anything you do not wish of me.”

Julian shifted a little, meeting Garak's eyes.

“But you said...”

“It was a lie.”

“Aren't the lies especially true? When it comes to you?” Julian asked, quivering as another pulse of desire thrummed through him. Garak had always been kind to him, though sometimes it seemed backward. But it was Garak's version of kindness, and Garak could only be Garak.

Garak smiled, lowering his eyes to look up a little more at the doctor. “What a piquant turn of phrase. I shall remember it.”

Julian was quiet. He lifted his hands to touch the Cardassian's neck ridges.

Garak caught the hands. He looked them over. Hands that massaged his shedding scales and rubbed oil on them. Hands that had pointed a phaser at him the previous evening. Hands that had carried him in, saving him from waking alone with his condition or seeking less refined remedies to it.

“Doctor, I do not think you should do that.” He rubbed the fingers.

“Why? They are a little swollen and discolored.” Julian blushed, wondering if massage of the man's ridges could take Garak to orgasmic bliss.

“You are not so forgetful that you know not to be tending to my neck ridges.” Garak lifted away.

Damn hormones. He could not distress pretty Julian, despite the pleasure he knew he could give and receive. Seeing Julian orgasm would be...enough for now. And a little bite marking Julian would not hurt anyone. It would serve as a warning to other Cardassians, telling them Julian was his property.

Garak slid away from the human. He would take a shower and tend to himself. Julian might be made more nervous by touching. Patience would reward him.

“Maybe I just want to caress them,” Julian said, smiling he lowered his eyes when Garak turned to half look at him. Garak had stated that there would only be pleasure. Pleasure was meant to be shared. He would not take selfishly.

“You are not ready...”

“Let me decide what I am and am not ready for. I am an adult.” Julian interrupted, touching the back of Garak's neck, sliding a finger down the center and feeling the unique vertebrae that assisted in making the snapping a Cardassians' neck nearly impossible.

“What do you think you are ready for?” Garak asked, forcing back the desires to lean back against the human or ask for more. Damn hormones. Damn evolutionary strategy for species survival. He shifted, trying to alleviate the pressure against his swollen testes.

“Not everything you are ready for,” Julian said, shifting onto his knees. He touched the long ridge that started on Garak's scapular spines and spun into a pattern that ran the length of his thoracic and lumbar spine. He traced the large, protective spinal scales."But more than you think I am..." Touching and being touched would be wonderful.

Garak turned to try to look back at Julian. He had to twist his body partly.

Julian shifted to a place behind the Cardassian. He looked at Garak, running his hands over the scales. He rubbed the loose ones. Maybe showing Garak would be more effective.

Garak's fingers clenched the bedspread as his eyes closed in pleasure. He sighed.

How long had Garak been interested in him? Garak had chosen him to get close to, and if Garak had already known something of him...his choice would make some more sense, though he had been incredibly over-excited by Garak's approach. Running to Ops like an cadet in first year field training afterward had definitely made them all think him silly. It had taken months to recover from that blunder.

Julian stroked the scales counting them as he rubbed his way down Garak's spine. He leaned into the back of the Cardassian's neck, resting his nose in the hairline. He did not need Garak reading his expressions or mind. And Garak had shown his skill at both more times than Julian cared to remember at the moment. Though, he had also taught Garak the value of folding when the stakes were high enough. He remembered the holosuite program Garak interrupted with a smile.

Maybe, this was a predestination paradox, and he was supposed to do something. If so, then he had to be sure it was done. But if this was an accident...he could be mucking things up...he pulled away from Garak's neck. Of course, with the wormhole aliens involved, an accident seemed unlikely...and as the colonel had said following his last temporal disturbance, 'The Prophets (wormhole aliens) guided us and prevented catastrophe.' It seemed like a bunch of nonsense, though they were capable...and there was no way of knowing the full range of their technology or decisiveness. He rested his cheek between Garak's shoulders.

Julian leaned closer to Garak, sliding his arms around the Cardassian's chest.

Garak was the only person capable of getting him access to the Orb of Time, other than Enabran Tain. And Tain was not usually the helpful sort. But if he had to cause Garak any pain...it was not worth it. When Garak was exiled...assuming the time-line was, as of yet, undisturbed...Julian could escape Terok Nor. He certainly could not risk meeting himself in the past. Starfleet would LOVE that.

Julian stroked the indentation above the Cardassian sternum, listening to the changed rhythm of Garak's breathing.

“Doctor?”

“Julian...” he corrected, moving his hands to the neck ridges.

Garak moved his hands back to caress the warm thighs. He hissed, arching his back a little. Keeping the lovely creature had been a brilliant move on his part. Such exquisite pleasure lit his nerves with a plasma fire like heat and intensity where the hands touched him. He wanted to hold the other man. He would take care of him. He would make sure that Julian was safe and informed (when it was required). He twisted, pulling Julian into his lap.

Julian hid his face in Garak's neck, trying to reabsorb the thoughts that decorated his face. Everything was a twisted mishmash floundering about his brain. Garak never said anything...just smiled as he would talk about his relationships with various women. The only one he was ever overtly nasty toward was Ezri. He could have said something, if he had been interested. But he didn't...but they were here, caressing each other. Garak was interested in him.

“You seem distracted. You don't have to do this.” The ending 's' was drawn into a half sighing hiss as he felt lips kiss a scale.

“Why do you assume everything I do is about a sense of obligation?” Julian asked, kissing another scale higher up.

“You have shown yourself to be a man of principles and character. You would do everything to correct a situation that you felt you caused.” Garak traced the human's fingers, lining their palms up and pressing them together.

“It sounds like you are saying that I have an over-developed sense of guilt.” Julian locked their fingers together. Just pleasure. Pleasure was good. Touching.

“Your entire species does. Whereas, my profession requires me to have no ego, no conscience, and no remorse. Only Professionalism is my guide. You must possess a conscience, and you are a professional about your job. You will not be dragged away from someone if you believe you can help them. Some people, however, are beyond all hope, Doctor.”

“I've not met one person wholly beyond help. I have treated the terminally ill, but I was still able to ease their pain, so that they could fulfill their last wishes. Moreover, I have brought back people on the edge, or who appeared to have tumbled from it,” Julian said, rubbing Garak's ridges where they faded to a line of scales twisting to his elbows.

“You're young, and naive,” Garak said, resting his cheek briefly on the doctor's shoulder.

There was nothing the doctor could do to help the heartless. But he would be sure the human would want for nothing. The only thing Julian could not have was freedom. He was staying right where Garak could keep an eye on him.

Garak stroked the human hips softly.

“I need to pleasure you...” Garak whispered, cuddling Julian closer as he began to rub the man's thighs. He kissed Julian's neck, directing one of the doctor's arms about his own. Garak bit his tongue lightly, cursing the continued honesty. The hormone would only begin to clear following an orgasm, or two, and his would be self administered...unfortunately. But the doctor would surely allow himself to be fully pleasured. Watching the pleasure he would give would have to be reward enough.

“How?”

Garak chuckled, nodding. “You are learning, Doctor.”

“Julian.”

“Julian. I had thought my mouth or my hand could supply superlative stimulation. Now, I am thinking of neither. I should like to see if you could come with no direct stimulation to your genitals.”

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