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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 XXXII

“What's wrong, Julian?” Garak asked, leading the pet up the steps in the early twilight. He reached out and touched the pet. He was quite warm. He would find his answers. The pet's trickery be damned. He would wring the answer out of Julian if it came to that.

“While you were busy strolling the garden and smelling the roses, I was nearly attacked by the Chief Justice.” Julian said, stomping by Garak and into the house. Stupid Garak. The Cardassian was supposed to have been keeping an eye on him. He had trusted Garak. He growled in frustration.

He was hot and sweaty and the way Procal Dukat treated him like an object had made the party a very trying business. And he had to go back into that environment. He looked forward to seeing the children, Mekor and Palira. They were sweet and dear, while being troublesome as children tended to be. But the grandfather should be locked up.

“Cardassians do not have roses.” Garak said, “And I was listening to everything that was being said. I would not have allowed you to be attacked.” Garak reached for Julian.

Julian rolled his eyes. He went to the replicator in the main sitting room and ordered a glass of kava juice. He sighed, taking a large gulp of the cool liquid. He was starving too, but it would do him no good to eat until he had cooled down. It would just come right back up.

Garak approached the pouting creature.

“In the future, if I am going to be outside for a prolonged period of time, it would be nice to have a way to cool myself. Humans get cranky when they get too hot,” he snapped as Garak crept closer to him. Garak deserved a little hell, after making him endure it that afternoon. Julian breathed out a near snort as Garak reached for him. He pulled back. He was not in the mood.

Garak observed Julian, reaching into his bag. He removed cooling shoulder pads and draped them over Julian's neck.

Julian sighed, wandering toward the furniture. The coolness flowing over him was wonderful. He gave Garak a petulant look and curled up on a sofa. He would sit where he damn well felt like. He took the pillow and held it in his lap. He played with the fringe and alternated which cheek he pressed the sweating glass against.

Garak moved over to sit next to him. No reason to make a fuss about such liberties here. The pet was clearly exhausted, and dealing with one of the Dukat children was more than enough to do that to anyone. He reached over, running his hands over Julian's back. Had the pet meant what he had said?

Julian turned, exposing his back to Garak to allow the Cardassian better access. He wiggled his feet and scrunched his toes, hearing them pop as he did so.

Garak sighed and got up. He went to the replicator and ordered a bowl of creamy Delavian vegetable pasta with zabu meat in it. Maybe it would soften the pet's attitude. He could then ply the pet about his comment.

“Are you hungry, Julian?” Garak said, offering the bowl to the lounging human.

“What is that?” Julian asked, taking another gulp of juice. Whatever Garak replicated, it smelled fantastic.

“Delavian cream paste with vegetables and zabu meat,” Garak said, sitting next to him.

Julian took the offered bowl and twirled some pasta around the fork, stabbing a piece of meat. He ate. He chewed slowly, closing his eyes. It was similar to an alfredo sauce but thicker and fuller.

“This is delicious,” Julian said, shifting closer to Garak.

Garak slipped an arm around Julian's middle back, directing him closer.

Julian wiggled his feet, twisting his ankles in circles. He stretched his legs hopefully.

Garak removed his arm and twisted Julian so he was leaning on the arm of the sofa.

Julian ate another bite of the pasta, watching Garak closely as his legs were stretched across the Cardassian's lap.

“Palira dragged you everywhere with her, didn't she?” Garak said, rubbing the human's feet softly. The man clearly wanted pampering, and he deserved it for making Dukat believe what he had said.

Julian nodded.

“She is an adorable little girl,” he smiled at the thought of the way she had held his hand and hugged him. It had been nice, imagining one of his own. He had never thought about having a child before. He had not had to deal with that many, but now, the way Mekor and Palira looked at him. He shook his head. Foolishness.

“Yes,” Garak said, rubbing the leg where he felt tension. The child was a nuisance, but she had her uses. “You are so stiff.”

Julian closed his eyes with a sigh and relaxed on the sofa, eating a little more quickly.

Garak rubbed the legs quietly. He slid his fingers teasingly over the most tense areas and felt Julian's tension ebbing away.

Julian gasped as a soft hand trailed to his inner thigh. He pressed into the touch, turning his leg out to allow the hand more access. He ate the last few Cardassian vegetables and rested the empty bowl on his stomach.

Garak took the bowl. He placed it on a padd on the table, continuing the lazy stroking.

Julian sighed. This was nice. Garak was probably trying to get him into bed again. The Cardassian's attempt would fail, but he could enjoy the attention. Besides Garak was clearly good at giving pleasure, though less skilled in accepting it. He would have to work on that.

“How was your day? I heard everything, but I did not see what you saw.”

Julian explained softly, opening his eyes as Garak's hands strayed up to his hips.

Garak, feeling the gradual relaxation of the human, shifted closer to Julian. He needed to seduce the truth from the beautiful creature. Pleasure was the best method of attaining information.

Julian shifted a little as Garak settled on top of him. The weight was comforting.

Garak leaned in and nipped the soft neck. He had not tasted the soft skin in too long. He hissed as warm hands touched his neck ridges.

A little kissing would not hurt. Julian sighed. Maybe he could talk Garak into allowing him a chance to more thoroughly explore Cardassian physiology. He wanted to find out if he could make Garak come with as much pleasure and abandon as his first Cardassian inspired release.

“Julian,” Garak hissed between kisses and long strokes down the human's still covered sides.

Julian murmured softly, trying to tug Garak closer.

“Did you mean it?”

“Mean it?” Julian asked, pulling back to look at Garak as his shirt was being undone.

“What you said to Minister Dukat?” Garak said, leaning in to taste the human's lips briefly. It would be best to keep the man unnerved with pleasure.

Julian pressed toward the soft hands that slid into his shirt. He murmured, staring with glazed eyes at the neck ridge. He leaned up and ran his tongue along it.

Garak hissed and rumbled, fully everting. He pressed his hips to Julian's.

Julian moved his hands to Garak's hips. He slid his hands over the covered hip ridges as Garak nudged him with his nose. Julian turned his face toward the nose with a murmur. He kissed the chin ridges.

“I said several things to him,” Julian said, wiggling a little. “You could be more specific.” He kissed at the right ear ridge.

Garak hissed, lifting off the pet. He lifted Julian, pulling him and pushing him toward the stairs. Garak nibbled the golden neck, touching his nose occasionally to the shell of the human's ear. Was the human searching for some sort of validation, or wanting to know which answer would be least hurtful? It would be rather Julian's style to say what he knew would not be hurtful.

Julian wiggled. He knew he was pushing his luck with his last sentence. He should have phrased it as a question. He sighed as Garak moved him to the center of the bed.

“What you said about being a spirited pet for certain Cardassians, and unruly for others,” Garak clarified. The human was likely a little foggy minded with pleasure.

Garak ran his hands over Julian's shoulders, removing the shirt slowly. He dipped his head, kissing a line across Julian's clavicles.

Julian arched. What did Garak mean? Had what he said implied so much? What were all the implications? He wiggled, squeezing Garak's ass softly.

Garak hissed, pulling his head back. He increased the pressure of his hands.

Julian whimpered. How was he supposed to think with Garak doing all this? He sighed.

Had he made a mistake in saying that? Garak certainly was not acting upset over it. If his current actions were any indication of his mood, he was titillated by the idea that it could be true. Unless this was all some sort of elaborate interrogation. What answer would Garak want? What was meant in the Cardassian sense of his statement?

Garak teased his fingers into the waist band of the human's trousers. It was a yes or no question. Preferably a yes. Nothing would be sexier in a slave.

Julian whimpered, reaching for Garak's shirt fasteners. He tugged on them. He shoved the shirt off, rubbing his hands over Garak's shoulders in a soothing circle.

Garak removed the trousers and hissed loudly at the sight of the engorged erection. He dipped his head, kissing Julian's stomach.

“You are so beautiful, Julian.” Garak looked up into the lovely man's face. “You can tell me.” He cupped Julian's cheek, sliding a hand back toward the hair.

Julian smiled, wiggling free and kissing Garak's forehead. He rested his hands on the neck ridges for a moment, before moving them to Garak's trousers. Garak should be naked too.

Garak leaned up and kissed the soft, smart mouth. Julian was too clever.

Julian pushed Garak's trousers down. He slid his hand close, brushing it over the slick appendage.

Garak shifted to allow his partner to finish disrobing him. He hissed at the gentle touches. He moved the hand away softly, placing a kiss on it.

Julian leaned back, searching Garak's eyes as the Cardassian stroked and petted his legs. He continued to meet the blue eyes, even as they darkened and a flash of anger flitted across them.

Garak lifted his head. His lip curled into a snarl. The human might be challenging him, but he might just be looking. A challenge could only be answered one way. Garak's body tensed as he prepared to teach the pet who was in charge. He had challenged the Minister that afternoon.

Julian touched the right ocular ridge and blinked slowly. He opened his eyes and stared at Garak's mouth, remembering how close it had been to his prick several days before. He moaned and held himself back from lifting his hips to display himself to the other man.

He had said, 'One Cardassian's spirited pet is another's unruly cur.' The most obvious and clearest interpretation was that Garak was capable of controlling him, while Procal Dukat would not be capable. He had complimented Garak and insulted the Minister. That was a simple surface level interpretation, not even close to the Cardassian level of complexity.

Julian gasped as Garak brushed his thumbs simultaneously over his nipples. He arched toward the Cardassian, sliding his fingers toward the heart plate bone. He rubbed his index fingers over the indentation. He tried not to remember how Garak's fingers stretching him had felt or the dildo in public.

Garak hissed louder and deeper. The human was not answering. He clearly needed to step up his strategy. He had not distracted Julian thoroughly enough to earn the knowledge. He sat up, lifting the human's legs. He braced Julian's calves over his upper arms. He slid his hands down to caress the firm, golden globes that hid the human's entrance.

Julian gasped at how he was splayed open to the Cardassian. He stared up into the beautiful blue eyes.

The surface level meaning was not enough for all this. Granted—Julian let out a groaning sigh as Garak kissed his thighs. He arched his hips as a finger dipped into his cleft. Granted, Garak had seemed sexually interested since his arrival.

“Tell—me—if—you—meant—it.” Garak hissed between marking places on the golden thighs. This was his. He would make sure Julian understood. He teased the wrinkled opening and withdrew his hand as Julian tried to take it into his body. Garak snorted. The human clearly was in need of releases.

Julian bit his lip, closing his eyes. His legs fell open a little farther. He arched his hips toward the gentle touches. He could not risk looking at the Cardassian between his thighs. He would say anything for the sensations to continue. He wanted to be honest with Garak, regardless of whether it made Garak view him as unimaginative. He wanted those fingers back teasing him.

He had to think. What did Garak interpret from what he'd said? 'One Cardassian's spirited pet is another's unruly cur.' The adjectives had to be important. He said he was spirited. Spirited—spirited could mean mindful.

Julian held in his loud moan as a warm tongue touched his cock. He pinched his eyes closed tighter. He could not look. He sneaked a glance and arched his hips toward the soft mouth. His head fell back. He had to think.

Mindful—he had said he had his own mind. He had said that he belonged to Garak, but that he had his own mind. That was a good start. Why did that matter though?

Julian writhed, his back arching hard as cool lips slid over the head of his cock.

“That's wonderful. Amazing. Don't stop. Please, Garak—Elim. Please.”

Garak slid his hands over the golden stomach. So lovely. He could feel Julian tensing. The human clearly wanted this. He slid down more over the pet. He would have an answer, and doing this to Julian—Julian was a dream. So sensual and passionate. The rumors about the warmth and desirous nature of humans for their lovers had not been overstated. At least, in Julian's case, they were understated.

“Elim,” Julian wiggled, tightening his legs around Garak's forearms. This was more of what it was like. He could definitely become accustomed to this level of care and attention from a partner. Being docile. Allowing someone else to take charge and be responsible for giving pleasure.

What was he thinking about? Adjectives. Adjectives he used in regard to himself. His second was—unruly. Unruly—meant rebellious.

“More please, Elim. More.” Julian wiggled, as his jaw dropped.

Garak withdrew and quickly applied pressure at the base of Julian's penis.

Julian cried out, bucking forward as Garak pinned him down. He had been ready to come.

“Don't forget your manners, my sweet Julian. And I am waiting.” Garak applied careful kisses to Julian's sac as he continued speaking. He rubbed the top of the golden thighs.

“Please, Elim. Please.”

Garak lowered his mouth as if he would take Julian in it again. He turned his mouth at the last minute, kissing along Julian's inner thigh.

Julian groaned.

He had his own mind. That was what he had said. 'One Cardassian's spirited pet is another's unruly cur.' He was spirited for Garak. But would be unruly for Dukat. He had his own mind. He had said—

“Aaaahhh!” Julian cried out as Garak pressed a kiss to the tip of penis and a tongue lapped his pre-ejaculate.

He had said he chose to obey Garak, and would choose to disobey Dukat, if he were Dukat's. He also said that Dukat would not be able to control him. But why did that matter? He obeyed Garak because Garak was his friend, and he cared for him. He also needed him. And he would give Dukat hell for being a lecherous old windbag.

“Elim, please. I need more.”

Garak hissed and nipped Julian's inner thigh roughly, leaving a mark. He would have an answer first. Hopefully, it would be the answer he wanted, but either way—Julian was going to come. His own erection ached as he held himself steady.

Julian tried to move his leg away.

Garak moved the leg closer. He was quiet as he kissed and licked the delicate skin. Julian's skin here was so much softer and sweeter.

Julian wiggled.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” Garak said, breathing warm breath against the golden cock. He leaned closer and brushed his tongue along the underside.

“I meant it. I care for you, Elim.”

Garak shifted. That was not quite what he wanted the wanton creature to confess. But that was nice to hear, just the same. He leaned forward and took the cock into his mouth. He hummed and sighed. He sucked hard.

“Yes. Please. Elim. More. Feels so good. Yes.”

Garak applied a harder suction, placing Julian's left leg down to slide his hand up to cup the human's delightful externalized testes.

Julian's fingers gripped the sheet as Garak continued teasing. He moved his leg to rest lightly on the strong scaled shoulder. He brushed it over the neck ridge.

Garak slid down instantly at the warm pressure on his neck ridges. He sucked harder. The human would come soon.

“Elim. Elim. Elim. Elim. Elim,” Julian murmured the mantra of Garak's name as he came, arching into the lips.

Garak shifted free of Julian's entwining legs, placing soft kisses on his inner thighs as he shifted up at the gentle tug.

Julian wrapped his arms around Garak. He felt gentle tugging and soft lips on his throat.

Garak rolled over, tucking Julian between his legs. The human was quite warm and cozy and contented. He knew Julian's problem was needing more pleasuring.

Julian shifted, sliding his hands over Garak's hip ridges. He leaned up and kissed over the sternal ridge.

“What are you doing, Julian?” Garak asked, tilting the golden chin up so he could see the large hazel eyes.

“What I want.” Julian said, trying to pull his head back.

“Which is what?” Garak asked. The human claimed to care for him. What was he up to now?

“To please you, Elim. May I?” Julian leaned up and kissed the chin ridges.

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