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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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CHAPTER XXVI

Julian watched Garak with wide eyes as he walked about the room, picking up a few things that had been on the floor. Garak put them away calmly, not looking at the pet. If he did, he would not be able to leave. He knew it was irrational but his instincts still snarled that someone could sneak in her and ravish the soft, sensually displayed creature.

“Garak, this is not fair.” Julian tried in a soothing tone. “I did not do anything wrong.”

“You clearly need some time alone to think. Far be it from me to deny it to you.” Garak said. “You have forty-five minutes to come to a more complete understanding of your crime.”

“I said I was sorry!” Julian shouted, tugging at his chained hands.

“And I doubt your sincerity, Doctor.” Garak blinked at the wall. He should pounce Julian and gently teach the human how much better he could be.

Julian bucked on the bed. It was not fair.

“You're evil.” Julian wiggled.

“Only a little. And I would think about how you are talking to me. I am the only person who is going to let you up from that bed.”

Garak walked from the room, securing the door and window and setting a complex security code.

Julian writhed. It was just so damned unfair. He had done what Garak wanted, and now he was being punished. And for what? Because he bruised Garak's ego. What he had said was not that mean. And Garak clearly knew that it was not true.

He sighed, breathing out heavily through his nose. He would just have to stay calm.

He growled and cursed Garak in his mind. Black-Blooded Gargoyle! Garak would pay for this. He would make sure of it. This was so wrong.

He strained and wiggled, trying not to think about how wonderful Garak had been this morning. How intense the sensations had been. How he had been reclining in this exact position. Apparently trussing him up and leaving had not been an idle threat. Garak deserved to be tied up.

Julian closed his eyes and tried to think of something else. Anything to distract him from his arousal.

He was going to MURDER Garak.

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Garak smiled as he walked back up stairs. Julian was going to thoroughly enjoy what he had planned. Well, he would enjoy it, which would be almost as much fun.

No matter how quickly the pet learned, it would be fun.

Garak snorted. Since when did he care whether a slave was enjoying himself?

Garak stopped in the door to the bedroom. He blinked at Julian. He felt his muscles tense. His instincts had been hard to fight. He would not pounce on his helpless partner. Yes, Julian needed pleasuring. But that would have to wait till Julian had thoroughly learned all the names and information of those attending the party. He needed to know which people were safe, which might try to grab him, and which might treat him like something to be eliminated if they could not purchase him.

Julian was whimpering and straining.

“Have you formulated a more sincere apology?” Garak's mouth watered at the sight of the delicious creature. Julian was still aroused. Maybe he enjoyed being tied up.

“I'm sorry for what I said this morning. I was angry. It was no excuse to lash out at you,” Julian said. He was going to get Garak, but for now, the Cardassian was having all the luck at the Dabo table. Cheater. If Julian could get Garak to focus on him instead of on the spinning game, he could win at least a bar or two with any luck.

“And?” Garak asked, walking over and sitting next to Julian.

Julian twisted. “I have not had better. It was a cruel lie. I'll be nice. Please untie me, Garak.”

“If you're sure that you can be nice, then I will let you up.”

“I'm sure.” Julian said, 'that I am going to get you back, you bastard.' He blinked his eyes, calling up the pouty face he had used when his mother tried to replace Kukalaka the first time.

“Understanding that that does not mean that we can not flirt with each other the proper way. But flirtation does not have to rule the day.”

“We can flirt.”

“No vicious lies.”

“Nothing vicious,” Julian said, wiggling. Garak was going to pay for this. He would...he still had not decided, but Garak would learn a lesson.

Garak reached over and removed the key from the drawer. He unlocked Julian.

Julian tugged his hands free and rubbed his sore shoulders and wrists. He scowled. He should try to make nice with Garak. Garak had been relatively nice. Well, Garak had perceived his actions as kindhearted. And looked at from the Cardassian perspective, it all made sense. Except for teasing him with the toy in public. Garak's pulse had quickened and his pupils dilated and his breathing accelerated during Julian's little show that afternoon. He would not have noticed if he had not been so close. But Garak had been deeply enjoying the spectacle. Despite his lies about privacy and pleasure.

Julian reached out and touched the back of Garak's neck where he saw a loose scale. He brushed his thumbs over it. It slipped away gently and Julian stroked the new scale.

“Come with me. We need to begin your education.” Garak reached back and stroked the love-bites he had left on Julian's neck. He twisted his neck from the pet's touch. The pet would not force him to evert and abandon them from the imperatives.

“Education?” Julian asked, intrigued in spite of himself. He ignored Garak twisting away as he was now looking into the blue eyes. “But I thought we would...”

“You don't think I was just sitting downstairs drinking red leaf tea while you were up here, do you Julian?”

Julian slipped off the bed.

“You won't need your shirt.” Garak reached out and brushed it off. He folded it and took it to the hamper. He placed it inside neatly.

Julian bit back asking about why Garak was allowed clothing. He did not want to be chained up again. But it would be nice to not be fully exposed.

“Would you be more comfortable in some trousers?” Garak bit the end of his tongue after asking the question. He could not take back the offer now. The pet should be kept nude while they were at the house alone. It did not hurt Julian.

Julian nodded, stooping and pulling on his trousers. Shirtless was fine. It would be more fun if Garak was equally as naked, but Garak would not agree to that. Julian touched his arm lightly.

Garak slid an arm around Julian and lead him down to the main floor and into the kitchen. A set of double doors on the far wall was open.

“A holosuite?” Julian asked. He looked over at Garak.

Julian hesitated.

“I told you this is for your education. It is the best way.”

Julian walked into the room. There was a large console centrally located. A single high backed chair was behind it.

Garak sat at the chair. He began rapidly typing on the console. A silent, motionless holo-image of a Cardassian appeared.

“Who is this?” Garak asked, gesturing to the image.

“Tekeny Ghemor. He owns Tskara. He has a wife and a daughter. His daughter is a member of the Order. He is a legate in the Central Command. He is very liked and respected. Or he seemed so.”

“Excellent. We are going to run through two hundred and fifty names and faces and much more data. You must learn them all before Palira's party in two days. We'll try it at the speed at which an entry level Operative would be required to learn. If you can not handle that, I can slow it down. For each correct answer you get on your first go through, I will give you a reward. For each mistake, there will be a punishment.”

Julian nodded.

Garak scowled a little. He watched as Julian approached the projection. He clicked the start key.

Julian's mind buzzed as he watched how fast the images changed and listened to a sped up recording of information. No image remained longer than thirty seconds before fading and materializing another while information about the first played. Even with his genetic enhancements, he thought he might be a little off with the faces as they passed the hundred and seventy-ninth.

The recording lasted almost two hours, showing prominent civilians and military as well as some agents of the Order.

“Who is this?” Garak asked, pulling up an image of a man from the center of the 'lesson.'

Julian felt relief.

“Kotan Pa'dar. A noted civilian leader. He was the Exarch of a colony on Bajor until his wife and son were killed in a bombing by the Bajoran resistance. He has since been advocating for the complete withdrawal from Bajor.”

“Come here, Julian.”

Julian walked closer to Garak.

Garak reached for him, tugging the soft creature to his lap. He turned Julian's lips toward him and kissed them lightly.

Julian wiggled. Garak was trying to distract him. Garak wanted to punish him. Garak did not know of his genetic enhancements yet. Total recall was one of his favorite abilities. Julian looked away from Garak. He could not risk the Cardassian perceiving that all was not as it should be. He really ought to purposefully confuse about ninety percent of them, if he were a natural human. But dammit, he did not want to be punished.

Garak clicked through to another face.

Julian looked at it.

“That is Odo. He is a Changeling. He was recently chosen by Dukat to do security work on Terok Nor.”

“What else do you know about him?”

“Not much,” Julian said, rubbing a neck ridge. He needed to keep Garak somewhat distracted.

Garak breathed out heavily. The pet was playing dirty. He called the shapeshifter a Changeling. What else might he know about the unusual lifeform? Had he encountered another of Odo's species? What if more of those strange little boxes had been sent out? Likely as not. Well, Odo was far down the list of things to determine about Julian. Of course, Julian had not been given too much information about the gelatinous thing. Obviously, the pet was highly intelligent, but this could be simple misidentification.

But what if Julian was from the future? The knowledge could be of inestimable value. He could rise to power in the Union with it. Knowledge is power. Julian could save Cardassian lives if he shared that information with the Order. If the military did not try to take the information and do something rash, like they did with Bajor.

Julian shifted on Garak's lap. That had been a mistake.

“You called him a Changeling?”

“It is an creature from Earth lore with the ability to shapeshift. A creature from my home country of England. They were highly untrustworthy, and never proven to actually exist on Earth.”

Garak smiled, accepting the answer. What could Starfleet or a citizen of the Federation know that would be unknown to Order? The thought was ludicrous. The only way Julian could know more was if he was from the future. Of course, he could be trying to wheedle information out of Garak. But Julian was a fool if he thought Garak would reveal anything important. Not even torture, which the Federation did not condone, would make Garak talk.

Garak stroked Julian's arm. He clicked through more faces, mechanically listening as he allowed his thoughts to wander. Julian was quite lovely.

Garak continued to click through the list. The pet's ability to recall was almost Cardassian. He felt a twinge of anger. Was Julian a member of the Order? Was he a Cardassian sent to spy on him? When he scanned Julian, Julian had registered as completely human. He could not be a Cardassian in disguise. Garak squeezed Julian. If he was, he was dead. Lovely or not. He would kill Julian. Garak scowled at the thought. He petted the soft hair at the nape of the human's neck.

Julian sighed as they came to the last face. He relaxed back against the hand on his neck. It was rather pleasant in a soft way.

“That is Gul Dukat, commander of the Second Order. He is Palira's father and the prefect of Bajor. He is known to often frequent the company of Bajoran women.”

“You are ready. You learn so quickly,” Garak praised him. He leaned up and kissed the silky chin. Julian needed to know what he was getting himself into so he would be able to look out for himself to a degree. He slid a hand to cup Julian's elbow. Garak tried to move the limp arm to rest around his neck.

Julian was quiet. He tugged his arm free. That exercise had been invigorating. It was the first time he had felt challenged by such a relatively simple task in ages.

“Are you sure you are a natural born human?” Garak asked, rubbing the pet. Julian had definitely earned a reward.

“I am sure I am human.” Julian said mildly. He could not tell Garak that he was genetically enhanced. It would be bad.

Garak almost hissed. That was odd. He reached back for a knife. He would slit that pretty throat. Julian was a spy. And he had almost fallen for it.

“Let me see your mouth.”

Julian allowed Garak to direct him between the strong Cardassian thighs. Maybe he had earned kisses. Not that Garak deserved to kiss him. Garak had wanted to punish him more, which was why he had brought him here. He taught the Cardassian a thing or two.

Garak pinched the human jaw. He opened Julian's mouth and counted. Twenty Eight?

Julian would not deceive him. He felt pain in his stomach. What if the man had? He had snuggled Julian. He had pleasured him. He had bathed him. He had shown him off in public. If Julian was a fake, he would have to be quickly replaced after Garak killed this one. That would be difficult. Such beauty was rare. Garak felt his stomach flop. Julian was so much fun. He had not had this much excitement in years. Julian was keeping him on his toes. Julian was tricky.

“Humans have thirty-two teeth. But you have twenty eight. Why?” Cardassians had thirty teeth on average before the first molar was removed by the Bureau of Identification. For the sake of making Julian seem more human, they could have pulled another tooth. They usually didn't.

“Humans do have thirty-two teeth on average. But usually the last ones to come in are cut out. Ancient humanoids on Earth had larger, squarer jaws than modern humans. There is not enough room for all the teeth. So the last four are removed in a painless procedure.”

“How do I know that is true?”

“What are you thinking? That I am Cardassian and sent to spy on you?” Julian asked, smiling at Garak. Garak had always been so ironic. He should appreciate and see the humor.

Garak scowled at Julian, closing a hand around the soft throat and rubbing over his pulse points. He moved the other hand to the back of Julian's neck. He could not feel the backup neural tubes that made breaking a Cardassian's neck so nearly impossible. He had never felt them, and they were impossible to remove without damaging the pathways that caused arousal. The procedure would never be done. No Cardassian would submit to it.

“You do think that!” Julian wriggled. Garak thought Julian was out to get him. “I would never hurt you, Garak.” Well, maybe if Garak deserved it. But it would not be permanent. Julian would patch him up right away. Garak could break his neck very easily in this position. “You're my friend.”

Garak leaned down and kissed Julian's neck, clamping his legs around Julian to keep him in place.

Julian rubbed Garak's legs, trying to sooth the rattled Cardassian. He should have messed up names. He would not have aroused so much of Garak's suspicions that way. He moved his hand toward the cloacal plate. He slid a hand over it. Garak needed comforting.

Beep.

Garak hissed a little, removing the hand. He hissed as Julian's other soft hand rubbed his thigh. He would not be distracted. He called up his message. It was from a contact on Lissepia. The pet was definitely human. His genetic structure proved that with no room for error. The information matched what the Order had sent him. Julian was loyal and seemingly honest.

Julian wiggled away as soon as Garak loosened his thighs.

“Garak, please trust me. What do I have to do to prove that I am not going to hurt you? I brought you in last night. I took care of you. Why do you think I would hurt you?”

Garak hissed grabbing Julian closer. The pet had brought him in and cuddled with him. Julian had worried over him. While Julian was likely incapable of feeling as deeply as a Cardassian for Garak, he was also not as deceptive or manipulative as one either. Julian had his moments of extreme cleverness, but it was flirtation and not out of a sense of meanness. Julian would never escape.

“Come with me.” Garak tugged on Julian's arm. “Don't fight me.”

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