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Tears of Time	By : ShriTal88 Category: Star Trek > Deep Space 9 Views: 2326 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Julian scowled at Garak as he was allowed off the leash, following their transport back to the country house an hour later. He moved a few steps away.

“May I take that damn thing out now?” Julian asked, giving a mild glare to Garak. He wanted to stay mad at Garak, and that was made more difficult by having an object that gave pleasure at Garak's whim jammed in his backside. It was not fitting to wear such things in public. Julian was not sure that it was okay to use them in private.

“Language, Julian. I have to remove it, though I might prefer you to keep it for a while.” Garak said. He blinked and smiled congenially. “However, it is not meant as a punishment device, so removal might be best. Despite how attractive it makes your walk.”

“Garak!” Julian blushed. His walk was not attractive. It was stilted and not fluid.

“You'll find that I am not incited to rapid action by a rude tone of voice.” Garak said, sitting down on his couch.

“I want it out. You said.” Julian said, puffing his lips out for a moment. He tucked them into a thin line a minute later. Garak might think he wanted a kiss. Garak could kiss a vole's ass for all he cared.

“I said nothing of the sort, my dear Julian.” Garak said, spreading his hands innocently.

Julian scowled. He sighed.

“You know your loveliness can not excuse your heartlessness. You saw how attentive Tskara was. If you are going to be useful for this mission, you have to learn and be able to take things in stride without pouting or giving vicious commentary.”

“Heartlessness?” Julian's eyes widened. “You want to talk about heartlessness?”

Garak's eyes were narrow at Julian's affronted tone. The vituperative creature was trying to provoke him into an argument. He should be spanked for being such an insufferable tormentor. He had done plenty to be punished for, dodging the leash and his nasty comment.

“I did not shove any objects into you. I did not parade you around in front of hundreds of people making it seem obvious that I had...” Julian trailed off. No need to tell Garak too much. The man did not need to know that he was the first man with whom Julian had ever been so intimate.

“Instead you flirted insufferably, which was borderline indecent behavior, and you acted unsatisfied.” Garak looked him over as he would a rich dessert. “A pet should know its place in public. You should have curled up next to me and been demure. You pouted like a child over minutia.” Garak bit back his snarls about Julian having been well slaked.

“My flirtation certainly did not stop the Legate from wanting to buy me! And if it is minutia, why didn't you wear a toy? And you were making it vibrate. I know you were. If you wanted decent behavior, treat me decently! I'm a person too!”

“Your flirtation provoked the offer. I allowed you to order what you liked and sit across from me. Did you see any other pet behaving like the spoiled Kr'shakyn you were?”

“Kar sha kan?” Julian said, mangling the pronunciation.

“Kr'shakyn.” Garak said. His lip curled as he continued. Julian clearly wanted to be ravished. The nasty comment had clearly been to inflame him. It had been lingering in his mind the whole afternoon. It couldn't be truthful. “A pampered, finicky creature who reacts with hostility and conceit when he is not sexually satiated. Nevermind that someone could be making sure he is safe. Nevermind that someone thinks he is too handsome to be slaked in public, despite his eagerness.”

Julian turned bright red. “I am not one of them. I have been good to you, despite your having me stripped and fondled. You used that thing to make me wiggle. You wanted me to appear sexually interested. You would never have activated it if you didn't.”

“Forgive me. You seemed to enjoy it enough, kept asking for more. You rubbed up against me so desperately. Tried to entice me to bend you over the table, with your behavior. Well, I don't hold with that degree of interaction in public. Pleasure, to me, is meant to be private.” Garak said, leaning in closer. Hopefully, they would get to the sex with less foreplay next time. He would not tell the pet how incredibly erotic he had found that wanton behavior in public. It had told everyone that he was an excellent partner. It had provided more evidence of Julian's lies.

Julian scowled and wandered to the window. He placed a hand on the sill.

What if Tskara was right? He pinched his lips together. Who knew how severe an impact exile had been on Garak's personality? What if this Garak possessed none of the goodness that his Garak had shown yet? He had to be nice. Even though Garak was trying to provoke him to argument. He had to make nice with him. Garak was the only chance he had. And it was a slim chance.

What did Julian want? Garak snorted heavily. Maybe Julian should sleep in his own room tonight. Would that make the rotten creature behave better? To be treated like an equal? Julian was not his equal. He did not deserve to be treated equally. Julian was his pet! Julian would sleep on his pillows in the corner and be damned grateful for it. Still, he liked the way Julian argued. Julian should be dumped on a bed and made to submit to the needs of his master. Julian would be well pleasured. He had been glorious this morning. Garak held in the hiss of pleasure at the memory of the soft coos of pleasure.

“You know most Cardassians would have allowed you to be touched everywhere on your first public outing. I protected you,” Garak tried. He looked the other man over. Julian's cheeks were turning a soft shade of pink.

“Try a different lie, Garak. Not one slave there was touched except by their master, excluding when Kell tried to grab my face. And you fixed that by making that toy of yours vibrate.”

Garak scowled. Was Julian upset about only orgasming once? Garak assumed public lewdness was not high on Julian's list of likes. Perhaps Julian would have preferred putting on a show. But pleasure to that point in public was crass. Not that his arousal had not had some advantages. But it had nearly caused a scandal. Garak's cheeks turned a darker shade of gray. He could be the bigger man.

“What do you want? An apology? Fine. I'm sorry.”

Julian turned to Garak. His eyes were slightly narrowed.

“For what?”

“I know it was shameful. And I will do better next time, and there will be a next time. I assure you,” Garak said, rubbing Julian's upper arms. “You can not act so innocent of these matters. I was overwhelmed.”

“What are you talking about?”

“This morning. You are clearly upset with me,” Garak said, tugging Julian close. Did the finicky creature want a full confession? The pet would soon be hard. And Garak did not need a toy to help him pleasure. He was more than capable of driving Julian without it. He would take nothing.

Julian stood still.

“Well, you barely let me touch you. You used me this morning.” Julian said, wiggling a little as lips caressed his neck and hands roamed his back.

Garak had rammed a toy into him. He should be shoving the Cardassian away. But he needed to play nice. Garak could have sold him, but he did not. That had to count for something. Garak had allowed him the freedom to roam in the garden where the temperature was perfect. All in all, it had not been a completely miserable day as he had thought. And this morning's orgasm had been mind-blowing. Though he wished he had been properly allowed to return the favor.

“I pleasured you first. I did not use you,” Garak said, “You should always be pleasured first.” Garak nipped along Julian's jaw. He slid a hand around and up the lithe chest.

Julian flushed. He wiggled as Garak pulled him forward. Garak considered his pleasure more important. It was kind of sweet, really. No other partner had ever put his desires first.

“Hold still. I want to remove the toy.”

Julian leaned against Garak's shoulder and sighed. He sighed remembering it all. He whimpered as his cock twitched.

Garak caressed Julian's backside generously. He leaned forward, kissing the soft throat and remembering the soft way Julian had kissed his heart plate bone that morning.

Julian moved his hands insistently to Garak's neck ridges. He slid his hands in finding the fasteners for the tunic the Cardassian wore. He slipped it to the side as he felt the toy brushed through the fabric of his trousers. He gasped and wiggled.

“Shall we retire, Julian?” Garak asked. The lovely human was trying to strip him. That comment this morning had been a lie. His teeth bared as he began contemplating punishments suitable for such hateful deception.

Julian nodded, touching Garak's neck ridges. They were a wonderful adornment. He rubbed his nose against the leathery throat.

Garak leaned toward Julian's mouth. The little creature made staying angry with him so difficult.

“It will be easier to remove the toy in a different position.”

Julian nodded, squeezing the neck ridges tightly.

Garak hissed, shoving their mouths together. He slid his tongue in to taste the soft cavern. He needed to get that damn thing out. Julian would come from Garak only. But not for a while.

Julian wrapped his arms around the neck, stroking the ridges softly with his fingertips as he was led up the stairs.

“Garak,” he whimpered as he was spun away from the Cardassian. He gasped as he was bent over the end of the bed. He shoved his hips back with a sigh as he felt lips on his lower back.

Garak gently removed the toy.

Julian spun as soon as it was out. He was so hard it was painful. He tried to get his arms around the Cardassian.

Garak stepped away.

Julian whimpered and lunged at him.

Garak hissed angrily tensing as the soft arms wrapped around him, tugging him. He broke free and shoved Julian down on the bed. The pet was trying to dominate him. He pinned Julian's wrists.

Julian looked up at him. Was this what it would take for Garak to trust him? Would he have to give himself fully to the Cardassian? He trembled a little. Garak would make it feel good, Julian was certain. This morning was more than enough evidence to prove that Garak had been completely honest about his claim of Cardassians being generous lovers. If only Garak would let him show that he could be equally generous.

“Garak?”

Garak hissed, reaching over and opening a drawer. He took a pair of hand restraints from it and secured Julian's wrists to the bed-frame.

“Garak.”

“Think about how you are addressing me.” Garak lifted off of Julian. He trailed his hands softly over the still clothed form.

Julian tugged at his wrists.

“Master?”

“Better,” Garak said. He settled next to Julian, puffing his chest as he added. “Now, I want a complete and heartfelt apology for your dissembling this morning. You have not had better, and never will.”

Julian's jaw dropped. He stared at the Cardassian between his legs in consternation. Surely, he was joking. He had deserved the comment, lie that it was. And Garak knew it was a lie.

“Or what?”

“I was hoping you would say that.” Garak leaned over Julian. He stroked softly, opening the blue shirt for access to Julian's chest. “Perhaps...” Garak trailed his mouth over the strong chest.

Julian wiggled. He pressed toward the lips. The man made everything so damned unfair. Garak cheated! Julian twisted his hips, draping a leg over Garak.

Garak gripped the thigh and began massaging as he moved to rest on top of Julian. He hissed happily.

Julian moaned. He rubbed against Garak helplessly as the Cardassian nibbled down his stomach.

Garak pinned Julian's hips to the bed with a hiss as he observed the throbbing erection. Julian was clearly a wanton. The human needed pleasuring and often to keep him reminded of his place.

Julian tried to move his hips upward for the tongue. He moaned loudly as Garak opened his mouth. Was he going to? It would be...

“Apologize.” Garak said, forcing back the impulse to pleasure his partner. He would not give in without the apology. He deserved it.

Julian whimpered. Garak was trying to torture him. He was a true sadist. It was like Garak had read his mind for what he wanted earlier that morning. Julian's eyes crossed as he felt the warm breath caress him.

Garak slid his hands back to tease the lower spine of his trussed up companion.

Julian squirmed.

“I'm sorry. I'm sorry.”

“For what?” Garak asked mildly. He stretched up and rested his chest over Julian's for the delicious warmth. He kept the other man's hips pinned tightly so the soft scales of his stomach only brushed the head of the human's cock as he breathed.

Julian moaned at the sensation. It was intoxicating. There was no reason to fight this. Garak could have him.

“Perhaps you need a few minutes to think about it.” Garak dug his nails into his palms to distract himself from his plans to ravish the pet. “I'll be back soon.”

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