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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 XXXXI
Julian sighed as they materialized outside Garak's house. He sighed, thinking about the baby. What a lovely little chap he'd been. If only he could have spent a little more time with the baby. He pondered briefly on the look Garak had given him when he saw him holding the baby. Time for that later. He followed the Cardassian up the steps.
“What shall I make for dinner?” Julian asked, touching the backs of Garak's shoulders as the
Cardassian stood quietly in the entranceway. He tugged on Garak lightly. “Are you feeling okay?”
Garak breathed out deeply. Julian was not playing with him. He would not risk his life if he was pretending to care. He could not lose Julian. He would not lose him. He shifted slightly back against the warm hands.
“Prepare what pleases you,” Garak said, turning to Julian. He looked over the golden face and rested his hands on the slender waist. His eyes slid to the side lingering on Julian's shoulder. He had erased all traces of the injury. No one needed to know Julian as he knew him. He pulled his Julian into a hug.
Julian rested his hands lightly on the neck ridges, trying to look into Garak's face as his head was directed to rest on the broad shoulder.
“I care about you, Garak,” Julian whispered as fingers slipped through his hair. “No matter what.”
Garak turned and walked off with a slight head nod to Julian.
Julian followed after him.
“Tell me what's wrong, Garak.”
Garak didn't answer.
Julian had taken a phaser blast intended for him yesterday. He was so gentle to every one. He could have been killed. With his sentiments, he would have been dead long ago had he been born a Cardassian. The thought caused a twinge in Garak. He looked over his shoulder, twisting his torso slightly.
Julian stopped as he was about to touch Garak. He looked over the Cardassian. In seven years, this posture was one he had never seen with Garak in a healthy state of mind.
Garak was slightly hunched over. His head was slightly tilted down from his chin's normal position parallel to the floor. His breath was shallow and quiet.
Julian moved around in front of Garak cautiously. He bent down, trying to look up into Garak's eyes. It was a docile gesture by Cardassian standards.
Garak lifted his head and smiled his brightest, least sincere smile at Julian.
“I assure you I am in perfect health, Doctor.” He would not lose control. He would not let Julian know what had happened. He was serene. He was an operative of the Obsidian Order.
“Your standard of 'perfect health' is abysmally low,” Julian said, sighing and looking the Cardassian over. He reached out and touched the carotid where it pulsed in Garak's forehead. Garak's pulse was slightly elevated, and his pupils seemed more dilated than usual in this light level.
Garak reached up and cradled the soft hand.
“Come with me,” Julian said, taking Garak's hand and leading upstairs to the bedroom.
Garak stood still for a moment. Was Julian ready to mate with him? He would pleasure Julian fully, and that would be the source of his pleasure. Julian would have to be docile and let him do his work without a fuss. Julian had seemed nervous but docile in their explorations of each other before they went to Vilak Rasha. So eager to please Garak for fear that Garak would harm him. But the human had subsided and rested as Garak placed him, and Julian had not given up the game when he became a little uncomfortable. The human had even enjoyed the new touch.
“Humor me, Garak,” Julian tried, gently taking the Cardassian's hand in both of his. He tugged softly.
Garak looked into the hazel eyes, so brightly and softly looking into his own, and followed the human. He could humor Julian. The human had saved his life. But that was only one aspect to think over. The other was what happened to Julian when those hazel eyes had gotten glassy. He had looked so far away. Garak squeezed the warm hand firmly.
Julian looked back at Garak and smiled encouragingly, squeezing the hand back.
Garak breathed out more harshly as he recalled the heavy clouding of his mind when he thought Julian was dead. He could still feel the dregs of it pulsing through his veins, urging him to assert himself with the sensuous man leading him upstairs to the bedroom. He moved his other hand forward and touched Julian's hip, squeezing it gently. He watched the soft movement of Julian's bottom. He stroked it.
Julian quietly sat Garak on the bed. He stroked his hands over the neck ridges as he noticed their slight discoloration and stroked the Cardassian's hair a little before grabbing the medical tricorder from his bag. He scanned Garak.
The only system that seemed abnormal, based on all his previous medical work with the Cardassian, was his endocrine system again. He would read up on male Cardassian physiology over the next few days. Maybe there would be more straightforward answers in the text than anything Garak would say.
Garak sat quietly. His eyes closed as the hands slid over his neck ridges. He kept his breathing even. Julian was a tease. He breathed evenly, focusing on his mission with finding out the slimy dealings of Procal Dukat. He should not even be physically capable of Rantalav. He had surgically had the mechanics of it disrupted. He reached for Julian.
Julian stood still arms engulfed him. Slowly, he slipped his fingers through the dark hair.
Garak pulled him back and directed the human to his knees. He looked Julian over, holding the human's slightly angular chin.
Julian wiggled closer. He rested his arms on Garak's thighs.
Garak gripped Julian's chin firmly, forcing it up so they were looking into each other's eyes.
Julian wiggled a little, trying to pull his face free from the slightly punishing grasp.
“Garak, that hurts a little.”
Garak snapped his thighs closed tightly around the human. He leaned down, resting the spoon shaped bone structure on the golden forehead.
“Don't ever do that again.” Garak's eyes were hard and burned like Kibberian fire diamonds. He slipped his hands around to cup the back of the slender neck.
Julian held in the reflex to flinch as a little spit moistened his face. He put his hands on Garak's solar plexus and stared into the blue eyes. He tilted his head up so the tops of their noses rested along each other as he remembered reading the action in The Never-Ending Sacrifice.
It had denoted some special intimacy. A kind for which there did not seem to be a human equivalent. The significance of the action had not been lost on Julian. But he wanted Garak to understand what he meant, his best friend and perhaps more.
Garak breathed out heavily, and released his grip, sliding his hand back along the right side of Julian's chin.
“Don't ever do that again,” Garak said, leaning his lips in and kissing Julian's lips.
Julian wiggled in the vice grip of Garak's legs, leaning his mouth into the kiss as he rested against the Cardassian.
Garak was not himself.
Julian slid his hands upward to rest on the Cardassian's heart plate bone.
Garak gave a hissing rumble as Julian pulled his face back and slid his cheek along Garak's to whisper by the edge of the ear ridge. Garak turned so he could rub his nose in the soft hair gently.
“Why don't you rest here and I will bring something up here for us to eat?”
Garak hissed more, and slid his teeth territorially over Julian's covered trapezius. He placed his hands on Julian's shoulders and lifted up, nuzzling Julian's cheek and releasing him. He breathed heavily, teasing a finger over Julian's sternal notch.
Julian shifted slowly to his feet.
There was something off with Garak. But it could be nothing or something. He would stay awake and find out tonight while doing some reading.
“I will go get us something to eat,” Julian said, stroking back the lovely black hair.
Julian left the room with one backward glance to see Garak rest on his back.
Garak rolled onto his stomach on the bed. He hissed a little at the thought of the human between his knees. He had been so delicious. He might need to have another full taste of the human. He growled, hiding his face as he felt his eyes widening at the thought of what he had likely experienced.
Rantalav. It was utterly illogical. He could not allow it to overrun him.
Julian was lovely, and yes, he had looked so sexy holding a baby, even if the baby was a complete mess-maker and the wrong baby to top it off. Now, if the baby had been his or Julian's, it would be different and smarter and less messy. But Julian had looked lovely, while holding it. He had a fine glow when he smiled down at the little creature. But having a baby...was the epitome of idiotic and impossible.
He closed his eyes remembering the complete and total serenity he felt when he knew Julian was alive and how he was going to make those Bajorans suffer for what they did to the soft man. He fought to shove the memories of the warmth of Julian's hands away as they slid over him in his rage and how soothing they had been. How soft his voice had been as it crooned to him, calling him out of his anger. Calming him. He felt a snarl as he remembered how Julian's soft voice had him docile as a wumpet. And afterward, when Julian had crawled into his lap...
The Bajorans had not deserved to be healed, not after they injured Julian. But it pleased Julian to heal them, and Garak shifted, biting his tongue. He would not take happiness away from Julian, simply because the human did not always bestow his generosity on those who were deserving of such consideration.
Julian's irritability afterward had stung him deeply. Julian had deserved the swats. He had been manipulative and knocked Garak unconscious. Had he really thought his sweet talk would get him entirely out of situation? The honesty of the sweet talk was also a matter of curiosity. It had felt mostly genuine. But Julian had an innocent, believable face.
Garak buried his face in the pillows, hissing furiously as he re-experienced the pain
he felt as those eyes glared poisonously at him. Julian had looked so angry and passionate. He had been beautiful. Julian was a worthy mate. But he would rather it be a passionately aroused look.
And he...Garak hissed angrily and clawed the pillow...he put Julian in danger. He had saved the human from the first, but after that. He mostly exposed Julian to the chance of attack, not that Julian had not been a willing accomplice. He should keep Julian here. Come up with a story about the human having a genetic defect or something else that required fixing.
“Garak,” Julian said, walking toward the prone Cardassian. “Garak.”
Garak rolled over onto his side. Maybe he should just take Julian and let him have access to that stupid Bajoran Orb of Time.
“I brought you some creamy spinach linguine with zabu meat and makapa bread. There is yigrish cream pie for dessert.” Julian set the tray on the bed.
Garak shoved the memories away for the moment. He took a deep breath, sat up, and smiled at Julian.
Julian shifted forward, kneeling on the bed. He passed a bowl of pasta to Garak.
Garak took the bowl in his hand. He teased his fingers briefly over the human's hand. He should be more kind to Julian. Maybe the positive reinforcement was worth a try. But Julian still need not know everything. He might break under interrogation, and that was a risk Garak could not take.
Julian smiled and motioned to Garak that he should eat.
Garak looked over the soft face of the human. He held his bowl close taking small bites and chewing slowly. He sniffed the air, catching the subtle spicy scent that was just Julian.
Julian sighed as he chewed a tender piece of replicated zabu meat. The texture and flavor were similar to pheasant, but somewhat stronger. The pasta was tender and the sauce creamy and cheesy with several Cardassian herbs similar in flavor to garlic, parsley, and something Julian could not quite identify. He licked his lips, capturing the sauce. He sighed and stretched one of his legs out.
Garak tilted his head, looking over Julian.
“Does it really upset you so much?” he asked, tracing the high cheekbones and soft brow line with his eyes.
Julian cocked his head softly at Garak, setting his empty bowl aside and shifting up so he was kneeling.
“It?” Julian asked, staring at the dribble of sauce on Garak's chin and thinking about cleaning it off with his tongue.
“The more physical aspects that you have endured at my hands due to your status,” Garak said, watching the human. He would find out if it was all just an act of indignation and flirtation, or if Julian was serious about disliking it.
Julian took a bite of bread, mulling over the question. Was Garak talking about the sexual aspects or the spankings? He looked over Garak, pondering a lie for protecting Garak from pain when he had to return to the future. But he really was interested in finding his Garak and exploring a deeper relationship.
“Yes, it upsets me to be struck in anger,” Julian said, wiggling a little and meeting the blue eyes. “If you would just use your words and not your hands, I would understand more quickly. I would never want to see you harmed,” Julian watched the sauce dribble a little farther down Garak's chin. He crawled slightly forward.
Garak sighed, reaching for Julian after he set his bowl to the side. He tugged Julian closer to him, rubbing the side of the long, slender neck.
Julian leaned forward and licked the sauce.
“You are quite lovely,” Garak said, thinking about the lustful way the Dukats looked him over at the little girl's birthday party as well as the Cardassians at Vilak Rasha and the offers he had had to sell Julian to them. They would have harmed his Julian. He closed his eyes for a moment to enjoy the soft tongue as it cleaned his face.
Julian shifted a little, resting his hands on Garak's knees.
“Garak, you should finish the pasta,” Julian said, leaning into Garak's neck. He was going to have to have a talk with his Garak. His Garak could not possibly think that he would want to abandon this new aspect of their relationship. But how would he even go about finding Garak when he returned to his time?
Garak tugged the human closer. No one would hurt Julian.
Julian had to know that he was quite a lovely partner. He could not be ignorant of the sexual way he was viewed or of his value as a trained doctor.
He began kissing along Julian's chin.
Julian tilted his head back, offering better access and staying still as Garak kissed him. He sighed as he was lowered to the bed.
“I want dessert, Garak,” Julian said as Garak pulled back to look at him.
Garak lifted off him, and handed Julian the yigrish cream pie.
“Not the pie,” Julian said, setting the plate on the nightstand and reaching for Garak.
Garak tilted his head to the side. He watched Julian as golden hands slid around resting them over the Cardassian's heart plate bone.
Julian slipped close and kissed Garak's neck ridges, watching them darken.
Garak leaned over, resting on top of the human as Julian kissed over him. He began sucking on the neck. He held his hips away from Julian. He slid his hands over the lovely shoulders, digging his fingers into the fabric above where the phaser beam had hit Julian. Julian was healed, he reminded himself.
Julian squirmed, trying to get closer to Garak.
Garak hissed a little as Julian roughly petted his neck ridges and down his shoulders.
“Relax, Julian.”
Garak lowered himself, taking a deep relaxing breath. He would wait for Julian to calm down.
Julian sucked on the two tiny chin ridges. He sighed, nipping them softly. He worked his fingers around on the fastenings of Garak's shirt.
Garak pulled back and leaned his nose against the slender golden throat. He pulled Julian's shirt open and leaned down on the warmth. He slid his hands over the silky skin, following the trail with his lips.
Julian gasped and wiggled as Garak teased his tongue lightly over his nipples.
Garak pushed the human down to try to hold him still for a moment.
Julian groaned loudly, wiggling free to press his chest to Garak more tightly and kissing over the ridges.
“Please lie still,” Garak hissed softly as Julian grabbed his ass. He soothed his hands slowly over the silken skin. “It's alright, my dear Julian. I won't do anything without your consent.”
Julian moaned, trying to kiss Garak. He was consenting damn it. He would have to show Garak more clearly. Silly Cardassian.
Garak hissed softly, kissing Julian. He slowly and gently slid his body against Julian. He played with the dark hair.
Julian slid his hands into Garak's hair. He tugged it a little.
Garak hissed louder. Julian was an enormous flirt or something worse. If he had a smidgen less self control, he would flip Julian over and show him how his body was meant to be enjoyed. He lifted away from the human. He let out a loud, angry, aroused hiss as Julian tried to flip them over. He would not be mounted.
“Garak,” Julian said, reaching for Garak to pull the Cardassian back. “I want you.” Julian wriggled helplessly as Garak pinned his wrists to the bed.
Garak looked him over with narrowed, serpentine gaze. “You are mine,” Garak said, pushing Julian back a little.
“Yours,” Julian said. He wiggled hard. “Garak, I want you.”
Garak hissed more angrily. The human saving his life did not allow for such impudence and arrogance. Julian deserved to have his arse beat for so much as thinking of penetrating Garak.
Julian reached softly for the Cardassian's face.
Garak jerked his head away, backing off the human. He felt a pang as he backed to the edge of the bed.
“What's wrong?” Julian asked, staying still. “Garak, what did I do?”
Garak stood and turned, observing the slight human. Now, Julian was staying in place. Was Julian more comfortable with him farther away? He took a deep breath, looking out the window at the moon.
“Come with me, Julian.”
Julian stood and went to Garak's side after placing all the dishes down on the tray.
“Come, Julian. Get your bag.”
Julian went to Garak, picking up his bag. Garak was acting oddly.
Garak led him out of the room and across the hallway and slightly down it. He typed a few keys on the touch-pad and the doors slid open.
“Go in.” Garak gave a sweeping gesture to the room and inclined his head softly to Julian, keeping his eyes locked with the lovely hazel orbs that were so bright and sensitive.
Julian peeped into the room. He looked over at Garak.
A large bed stood in the center of the far wall and two chairs stood, looking into a large fireplace. A large decorative window caught the early evening light of Cardassia's moons.
“Garak?” He looked over at the Cardassian.
“Why don't you sleep here, Julian?” Garak said, motioning to the room.
Julian cocked his head to the side. He reached toward Garak. Clearly, there had been a misunderstanding...unless Garak had been acting a part to him. He dropped his hand without touching the Cardassian.
“Why?” Julian asked, stepping over the slightly raised threshold into the room and looking into Garak's face. Garak had not been pretending. He could not have faked all those kisses...his angry statement. 'Don't ever do that again.' Not that Garak had explained his infraction then either, though Garak's stress was evident. The last time he remembered seeing Garak look this strung out was back when Ezri first arrived on the station.
The Cardassian held his chin tilted up about half a centimeter from its normal position. His blue eyes were bright, though narrow.
“Now you have some space to yourself. I will not enter unless invited.”
“Please, come in, Garak.” Julian reached up and moved to place his hands over the heart plate.
Garak jerked back. He was becoming too attached to Julian. It was fine for Julian to be attached to him. But he could not risk forming a serious attachment to Julian. It was already more serious than he should have allowed.
“Until morning.” Garak stared at the lovely neck that would be so easy to break, knowing that he would never, could never let any harm come to it.
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