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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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Julian was quiet as he was led to the bathroom. He looked away from Garak. First the Cardassian tried to leave him on his own. Then he insisted that Julian come with him for a bath. Was he playing some kind of cruel Cardassian mind-game? What did he really want?

“Would you please draw some bath water for us? I enjoy the scent that comes from the lilac faucet.”

Julian stood by the bath and reached over, filling the tub. He nibbled his lip, finding his courage. He looked up at Garak who was getting two fluffy white towels from the closet.

“What does this mean?” he asked, watching Garak's body language. The Cardassian was still everted. But apparently, he did not want to be touched. Why? Was he...insufficient at pleasuring the other man? Julian looked at his feet. He knew he had not worked hard enough to please Garak.

“Hmm?” Garak asked, lifting his head to look at Julian. He had been thinking of Julian sitting in his lap while they bathed each other.

“What does this mean?” Julian asked, turning to fully face Garak. He lifted his chin stubbornly and refused to let himself waver.

“That is a rather vague question,” Garak said, blinking at the image in the mirror, Julian standing with his arms crossed and his eyes wide and curious.

“Garak...”

“Is now really the time to be disrespecting me?” Garak asked, blinking at Julian.

“I was calling you by your first name not five minutes ago.” Julian watched Garak. Was he joking?

“What I allow you to call me in the bedroom and during our passionate moments does not carry over to how you should address me the remainder of the time.” Garak smiled.

Julian sighed, turning back to the tub. Garak was clearly back to his old obfuscating, scheming, conniving self. He still did not trust him. He had just given Garak something rather special in a way. And Garak was completely nonchalant about it. It was like it did not matter. Then again, knowing the history, in part, of Gul Dukat with Bajoran women, his behavior should not be such a surprise. Maybe Cardassians simply engaged often in sex. Maybe it was more the physical satisfaction than the emotional components with them. Maybe there were no emotional components to Cardassian sex, though having just been intimately touched by a Cardassian made him doubt it. He was sure that Garak felt something beyond his nature as a lover.

“What does what we just did mean?” he asked slowly as he swirled a hand in the water to check the temperature. Steam was rising from it, and it was still a touch too warm for him.

Garak slithered closer. He pressed a hand to Julian's shoulder.

“What do you want it to mean?” Garak asked, feeling a pang of nerves as he slid his hand along Julian's backbone. Julian had made a gesture...he could not go back on it. It would be wrong.

Julian closed his eyes, rolling them behind the closed lids.

“Don't be rude, Doctor.”

“Just because you don't want me using your name, that doesn't mean I am retracting the courtesy. I prefer it.” Julian said, looking up at Garak.

“As you wish, Julian,” Garak said, pulling the human to stand as he wrapped his arms around him. He kissed behind his ear lightly, rubbing his nose in the soft hair.

Julian leaned into Garak for half a second before trying to pull away. Garak had just used him. He had allowed it. It was his fault. He had behaved like a...Julian shifted away. Now, he did wish he had not tried to cuddle so much, but the cuddling after had always been one of the most emotionally satisfying aspects of sexuality.

“Join me.” Garak whispered, wishing Julian was still trying to press close as he had been doing for the last hour. “Enhance my bathing experience.”

“Why?” Julian asked. He was being...he shifted away.

Garak slid a hand to Julian's chin, making the large, sad brown eyes meet his.

“What's wrong?” Garak tugged on Julian and gave a frustrated hiss. “You were lovely. I pleasured you well.” He took a handful of dark hair. Julian had given his submission as Garak had asked. And he had asked by those little nibbles to Garak's heart plate bone to be allowed into the organ beneath, to be Garak's family. Not that Julian knew it. But he had done it.

“It did not mean anything to you,” Julian said, looking to the side of Garak's face. He would feel miserable if he had to look into Garak's eyes. He needed a moment to collect himself. He had never had a one night stand. He did not believe in meaningless sex.

Garak pushed Julian to arm's length, and looked him over.

“Where's this coming from?” he asked, and his lip curled into a soft snarl. Garak schooled his face to passivity quickly. It would do him no favors to allow Julian to know that he had gotten to him. “Are you projecting?”

Julian caught the snarl that crossed Garak's face out the corner of his eye. He looked at the gray, scaly companion. Was Garak hurt?

Garak lifted his chin as it jutted out. The scales along his neck-ridges seemed to flare as the blood of the arteries around them swelled. He had pleased Julian for over an hour, kept his arousal pumping and finally gave him what he craved. He knew he had taken his pleasure early, but it was the first time. Surely, that was understandable.

“You wanted to leave, right after you orgasmed. You were all business, and I never got to give you what you deserve,” Julian said, parroting Garak's earlier words about why he was not to be touching Garak's cock. Garak was still aroused and Julian had hoped to have a full chance to explore as he had been explored.

Garak paused, turning his head to the side. He contemplated. Julian was acting hurt and ashamed. He had no cause to be either. Garak had pleasured him fully, and there was no shame in it. He should be grateful for the attention. He had gone out of his way to be polite to the little creature. There was no reason for this behavior.

“Let's sit in the tub and discuss this rationally. While this discussion was not what I had in mind to talk about, I think it will do you some good,” Garak said, dipping a foot into the water.

Julian pulled back. He would rather not do anything that would leave himself feeling more used. He was certainly not going to get in a tub with Garak until he explained himself. He had feelings, and Garak was abusing them.

“The water is warm and will relax your muscles,” Garak said, reaching for Julian. He had learned what stimulated Julian and pleased him. He would use his knowledge to winkle information from him. Julian would relax and come to trust him enough to open up a little more. This constant state of near mutiny fluxuating with total surrender was unacceptable. Disciplinary action might be imminent, though he hoped to avoid it. The first spanking had made Julian sulk for several days, and it had been in his best interest that it be administered.

Julian placed each hand on the shoulder opposite it, closing himself off from Garak. He watched him to see if he would be forced. Garak had said he would not force actions upon him.

Garak withdrew, masking his hurt behind an indifferent expression. What a contrary creature! First indicating desire to submit without a fuss and be allowed into his heart and now indicating that...Garak felt his stomach twist at the thought that this could be an expression of Julian's feelings. Julian was not so selfish. He sat on the edge of the tub. He could hopefully spin the conversation in the direction he needed, and Julian would need to know some of this information for the upcoming weeks as he investigated the Minister of Justice. Other bits of information, Julian already had established that he knew, and there could be no harm in confirming them.

“You know my occupation, obviously,” Garak said, with a small hand gesture.

Julian nodded, keeping his arms crossed firmly in place. For some reason, that gesture had made Garak back off. He really did not feel like being touched. If Garak did, Julian knew he would want more.

Garak forced all emotion from his voice as he continued.

“You knew that I have spent time off-world and out of the Cardassian Empire. At one time, residing on Romulus.”

Julian loosened the hold on his shoulders, sliding his elbows down to rest more at his sides.

“You grant that I have a familiarity with a variety of cultures and planets?” Garak asked, leaning forward as he saw the muscles relaxing minutely. The damn hormones were still too high. A poignant lack of creativity might be what the pet wanted. And then—Julian would be all his.

“Yes,” Julian said, staying at a comfortable distance as he stepped to the side to stand on a rug.

“I observed the human practice of the male leaving soon after recovery from coitus in many cases. I was attempting to respect your cultural beliefs,” Garak said, dipping a hand back into the water. It would be no good at all if the water became too cold while he persuaded his finicky partner to join him. Julian would be no more comfortable in cold water than he, and cold water was supposedly not conducive to human arousal. He had hopes of getting his hands on the human and arousing him to completion again. That would make up for his taking one before Julian was satiated.

Julian's arms fell to his sides.

“Mostly that is not true,” Julian stepped toward Garak, looking into the blue eyes as he dared to hope. Just a small misunderstanding. This could be fixed. What had that hormone been and what did it do? Garak was still behaving rather strangely, though certainly not as amorous as he had been. “It certainly is not true of me. I was holding you close, and you withdrew. I was hurt, but I know you have things to do. But you were still aroused. And you were leaving--” He trailed off.

Garak eyed Julian up and down as the human approached.

“I attempted to gratify the wish you were communicating when I invited you to join me,” Garak said, standing up. His eyes narrowed, crossing a little as he remembered the soft sound Julian had made when tasting his come. It had been very sexy. Inviting the human here, however, had been a lapse of judgment on his part. “I apologize for offending you.”

“I'm not offended,” Julian said, reaching out. “The way you were acting—I felt confused. You seemed interested, then disinterested, then businesslike. And you are still aroused. I felt used.”

Garak allowed the hand to touch him. That was a power he could grant to Julian. He tilted his head, offering more access to the neck-ridge. Why did lovely Julian feel used? Julian had been pleasured first. He knew he should have had better self control. But seeing the submission to his command that Julian's orgasm had pushed him over the edge. He would not allow it to happen again. Given that the next time he would be prepared for Julian's beauty and intense reactions, he would be able to better control himself.

“What was I supposed to think? You seemed to think I was not fit to touch you. I know I should have worked harder to please you.” Julian stepped closer to Garak. “And I want to make it up to you. But I thought you were going to go find someone else—without even giving me a chance.” Julian bit his tongue before blurting how special the encounter had been. Who knew what the Cardassian would do with more information? Garak had taught him a few things over the last seven years of his life about keeping his mouth shut.

Garak pulled back. Julian wanted to pleasure him? That seemed clear enough. But Julian deserved twice the pleasure he gave. That was the Cardassian way. He could not respect himself if he allowed Julian to pleasure him twice when he only pleasured once. It was wrong. Julian was the submissive partner. But a partner eager to please--Garak supressed a hiss of pleasure at the thought of their next encounter.

Julian dropped his hand and turned in a circle to blink back his emotion. Garak had been wonderful, and he had not pleased him enough. It was obvious.

“I told you that Cardassians are generous lovers,” Garak said, and the muscle in his left cheek twitched a little at the thought that Julian thought him promiscuous. Was that what Julian wanted? To slut about? Or did it mean he did not want to share? If the first, the idea would need to be eliminated with a phaser on vaporize. If the second, that was a given.

“Does that necessarily translate as monogamous partners?” Julian asked, turning back to his longtime friend.

Was Julian saying that he did not want to share Garak's physical attentions with others? He was most confusing. He already had him to himself. There was no sharing. Not that...Garak sneered for a moment at an unpleasant memory that he forced away. Sharing was not an option.

Seeing the flicker of perplexity on Garak's face moved Julian to continue his ramble in the hope of qualifying.

“I don't sleep with multiple people at the same time. I have had several partners, as I am sure you have. But I would not want to bed hop on a nightly basis. It cheapens things, at least for me. Not every relationship works out. But I am faithful to my partner. If you want to be with—”

“I don't. I made it clear that I am the only one who will be touching you. You deserve the same devotion from me. The very idea of disloyalty—” Garak cut off, sneering at the idea. It was repellent.

Julian dropped to his knees to look up into Garak's face. It was clear that Garak was offended. He needed to be able to look at his face for clues, sparse though they were.

“Well, the Cardassians on Bajor have comfort women, and you have acknowledged that it isn't unheard of to have slaves for sexual purposes here on Cardassia Prime—what conclusion was I expected to arrive at? I meant no insult to you.” Julian reached up and touched the side of Garak's ocular orbit ridge.

“Bajor is a different matter than here on the home world. It is complicated. Most sex slaves here are owned by older males who have lost their mates, or by those without the lifestyle to afford a proper mate. That isn't to say that there are not exceptions. There are anomalies in every culture and species.” Garak sighed. The conversation seemed to be moving the direction he needed it to go. Julian needed to understand more of the context in which he would be viewed this afternoon.

Julian moved closer to Garak.

“The life of a top agent of the Order is not conducive to having a family,” Julian said, touching Garak's shoulder. So he was not seen as anything more than a lovely partner, or did Garak want a family? Garak had never really had much of a family. That was obvious, having watched his final interaction with Tain. Garak had seemed to care for him during their intimacy earlier. But that could be the 'generous' nature of a Cardassian lover. Garak was being finnicky.

Garak stroked the human's hair. Would he agree to join him in the tub without further fussing? He bit back the request for Julian to join him in the tub.

“I am going to bathe,” Garak said, touching Julian's hips softly. He swung his legs around and slid into the tub. “If the water gets any colder, it will be unfit for bathing.”

Julian reached over and took up some the bar of scented soap that was sitting behind Garak. Did Garak mean all that was said? About trying to be respectful? He was not forcing anything. He had been attentive. And he seemed to want the company. Julian dipped a hand into the water. It was still just warm enough to make his skin tingle. He rubbed his hands together, getting some lather on them.

Garak sat quietly in the tub, pondering the human splashing behind him. Was he going to join him or just tease? Garak almost jerked as he felt hands rub his shoulders.

Julian was quiet, rubbing slowly in circles. Gently, he pushed on Garak to move him forward in the tub so he could slip in behind him. Garak hissed, arching his back.

Garak hissed softly when he felt warm hands rub his back. He leaned back into the soft massaging hands. His pet was behaving.

Julian kept quiet as he thoroughly cleaned Garak's back, tenderly administering care to each scale. He scooped water in his hands to wash the soap away. Any soap left might cause Garak skin irritation. He slid his fingers into the silky Cardassian hair, carefully working some shampoo into it.

Garak reached behind himself and began to stroke Julian's thighs absently as he pondered the best way to proceed with his plan. His hand strayed farther up each time. He tugged softly at a knee to straighten the leg out. It was not what he had had in mind, but it was quite pleasant and more than he had been expecting. He bit back asking the question about Julian's inconsistent behavior. The pet would be bathed in his turn.

“Julian.”

Julian slipped his hands around and began washing Garak's chest slowly.

“Master?” he asked, with only a slight hint of sarcasm in his voice.

“Elim or Garak is fine while we are bathing together.” Garak said, smiling at Julian's attitude. At least Julian seemed incapable of breaking.

“Elim?” Julian whispered, brushing his hands across the clavicular ridges.

Garak hissed.

“I need your help,” Garak said, looking up at the man as he rested his head on Julian's shoulder to enjoy the gentle and thorough cleaning. He slid a hand toward Julian's cock, but pulled back before touching, to trace lazy curving patterns on the doctor's thighs.

“You are not feeling ill, are you? I knew the cold was worse than you said. You stubborn Cardassian.” Julian tugged on Garak to hold him still and check his pulse.

“Doctor, the cold has not adversely affected me. I was seeking your help with something else.”

Julian was quiet, palpating Garak gently checking his lymphatic nodes for swelling. They were constantly in a slightly engorged state on the Station and highly sensitive.

“I was hoping you would agree to be my partner in a certain sense.”
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