Tears of Time

Chapter V/?



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“I can bathe myself,” Julian said, shifting forward so the soft fingers could continue touching. He pondered trying to get up, but sighed as Garak's left hand crossed over to hold his arm in a gentle grip.

 

“You're an infuriating creature, and I won't have you getting into trouble.”

 

“Do you think I'm uncontrollable?”

 

“Why do you say that? Are humans so savage despite their technological capabilities?”

 

“You are the one that believes I need supervision for as mundane a task as bathing.”

 

“Maybe I just have voyeuristic tendencies.”

 

Julian blushed, and shifted away from the fingers on his back.

 

“My guests will be here soon, and if we don't hurry, you'll greet them in whatever state of dress you are in. I certainly shouldn't be bothered by your nudity...and I am sure the others would find it informative.”

 

Garak stood, sliding an arm around Julian's waist and hauling him up.

 

Julian clenched his legs together. Garak rubbed his hip a little.

 

“Don't be shy. I've already appreciated it.”

 

Julian turned a darker shade of red and allowed himself to be led out and up the spiral staircase to the second floor of the house.

 

Garak stopped at the first door on the right side of the hallway. Garak tapped a few keys on the pad.

 

Julian's jaw dropped when he saw the room.

 

An enormous bed was the highlight of the room. It was big enough to hold four people comfortably and was covered with black silk sheets that were wrinkle free at the moment. Half a dozen plush purple pillows covered the head of the bed. A nightstand stood guard on either side of it with a few personal articles on them.

 

Garak nudged him into the room, releasing his hold.

 

“Go on.”

 

Julian walked to the bed, noticing that the frame was made of a rich black wood that gleamed in the yellow wall lights. He longed to slide a hand over the sheets to see if they were as fine as they looked. He looked up at the ceiling and was startled briefly by his reflection in the mirrors above it.

 

“You afford this on a spy's salary?”

 

“This home belongs to Enabran Tain, the Head of the Obsidian Order.”

 

Julian's eyes widened. He could not stop the shudder that rippled through him.

 

“He won't harm you, without just reason,” Garak said, walking over and touching Julian's arms. “You are my prisoner.”

 

He rubbed the silky human skin.

 

“His opinion of just reasoning may be quite different from mine.”

 

“I am certain if you behave as I instruct you to, you will pass the evening in perfect safety.”

 

Julian shifted back and forth on his feet, and looked up to hide his thoughts.

 

“He will not touch you,” Garak said, with steel touching his eyes.

 

Julian nodded, touching Garak's arm. "Be careful."

 

Garak's eyes widened momentarily. “Now, about getting ourselves bathed...”

 

Julian shifted back.

 

“Please, I can bathe alone.”

 

“I don't doubt your abilities,” Garak said, ushering the shaking human to the bathroom.

 

Julian blushed at the vision of such opulence. A dark tub with jets large enough to seat three comfortably was situated in the floor, and a circular shower with nozzles on every side stood across from it. A lush rug of some white furred animal covered the floor, and thick towels hung on gold colored hooks. A thin window allowed the Cardassian sunset to stream in. He walked to the tub, observing the several knobs of different color along the wall behind it.

 

“Different scented water,” Garak said, standing in the doorway and unfastening his red and black tunic.

 

Julian sighed as his toes curled reflexively in the rug, warming themselves after the cold stone floor of the bathroom. He turned to look at Garak and backed up when he saw his friend half naked.

 

“Come, Doctor. You've surely done physical examinations. This is nothing new.”

 

“I'm not generally half naked during the examination,” Julian said, crossing his arm and observing Garak closely. He saw no signs of illness.

 

“Do you need to palpate my body anywhere to check my health?”

 

“I don't think that will be necessary.”

 

“As long as you're sure.”

 

Garak reached in and turned on the shower.

 

“I'm afraid we don't have time for something more relaxing today, but soon...”

 

“I really...”

 

“If I want your opinion, I'll ask it. Do you want to greet my guests nude and in a cock ring?”

 

Julian backed into the sink, trying to cover himself.

 

“This modesty...is very endearing,” Garak said, moving close to Julian. “And a little annoying. I will indulge you for now, and allow you to bathe alone, but I will watch.“

 

Julian's eyes were wide as Garak reached for his neck. He tried to step back a little though the sink blocked him, and Garak stepped forward close enough that Julian could feel the slight coolness of the Cardassian skin.

 

“I need to turn the collar off, Doctor. I don't want you to be shocked while you bathe.”

 

Julian stilled as the hands caressed his neck, and slid around the collar.

 

“Maybe something more beautiful, when you learn to behave yourself.”

 

“I'm not a pet.”

 

Garak gave him a stern look. “Perhaps I should consider the benefits of hands-on training of you, Pet.”

 

“Sir.” Julian lowered his eyes as he knew the Cardassian desired.

 

Garak lifted his chin, so they looked into each other's eyes.

 

“Get on with your shower, Pet,” he said, smirking as the Julian's eyes narrowed, thinking of an insult.

 

Julian moved to the shower and slipped the trousers down with his back to Garak.

Garak kept his breathing under control, even as he saw tiny dimples in the firm golden glutteal muscles. He would caress those when the Doctor was ready. He was a patient man. He blinked to try to remove the image of his new toy in the center of the bed, hips propped on the pillow and legs spread. He clenched his hand at the thought of exploring Julian's cleft with one finger and then two. He shoved the images away to think about later. He did not have time to indulge himself.

 

Julian sighed as the water washed over him. He kept his back to Garak, trying not to think about him being there. He tested the soap in the shower. He heard shuffling feet behind him, and shifted. He took several deep breaths, feeling ridiculous. He had shared a room at the academy and had no problem changing in front of his roommate, a Vulcan. Granted, the Vulcan had not made sexual advances. And Garak was...well, behaving oddly.

 

He looked over his shoulder at Garak, who kissed the air at him, and laughed when he blushed.

 

“Perhaps now is the time to explain your evening duties, sweet Pet.”

 

Julian rolled his eyes, looking at the ceiling.

 

“Don't forget what I said about sarcasm.”

 

“You turned the collar off, Master.”

 

Garak laughed.

 

Swoosh. Slap.

 

“Pep!” Julian said, whipping around as Garak delivered the open handed smack to his right ass cheek. Julian glared, backing to a corner. He let his eyes drop and investigate as he noted Garak's state of nudity. His eyes paused on a scaled plate between his legs. There was a fine slit in it that he could just make out with his genetically engineered vision.

 

Garak bit back a growl as he noted where his pet was looking.

 

Julian moved quickly to Garak and stooped, wondering if there was a slight infection. He reached out and ran a finger over the line to see if it was swollen.

 

Garak hissed and grabbed Julian's wrist, pulling him to his feet.

 

“Garak, you could have an infection. You should...”

 

“I'm fine,” Garak said, his blue eyes a little brightened.

 

Julian looked down at the slit. It had darkened a little and stretched, and Julian's eyes shot to Garak's face.

 

“Don't touch me there, unless you mean to allow me access to, at least some, delights your body offers this evening,” Garak hissed, remembering the light touch. “If I evert, you will be doing something about it if you set out to cause it. Cardassians take such stimulation seriously.”

 

Julian flushed.

 

“I'm sorry. I did not know. I was concerned.”

 

“And you claim to be a Doctor?”

 

“Well, I have not had the need to see a naked Cardassian during an examination yet,” he said, meeting the blue eyes of his friend with his chin elevated a notch. “And Cardassians don't share medical information with the Federation.”

 

“For good reasons. You would kill us all if you had the chance.”

 

“That's not true.”

 

Garak's eyes were still bright and his breathing heavy.

 

“Be finished when I return with your clothing for the evening in two minutes.”

 

Garak kissed the center of Julian's palm before turning and walking out.

 

Julian buried his face in his hands for a minute as he slipped back under the water's spray, allowing the soap to slide off his body. How humiliating. He had been stimulating Garak. He had not known what to expect. He thought Garak might be hurt. If he had had an infection...

 

He shoved his wet hair back. He had not known what the woman had meant this afternoon about permanently externalized genitals, but he certainly knew now. He had always imagined Garak would look something like him, except ridged and scaly. It would be interesting to see the Cardassian fully everted.

 

It would be a fascinating study to watch the mating processes of an alien species so little known about. He wondered what everted male genitals would look like. He had never seen a humanoid species built this way.

 

Julian spun, running his hands over his body to make sure the soap was entirely washed away. He looked at the palm Garak had kissed. He shook his head.

 

This was probably all some sort of game to find out what he knew. Garak was not seriously interested in him. It was preposterous. Garak had rarely been honest with him in their conversations. There was no reason to suspect that this Garak, who was an active agent of the most feared intelligence agency in two quadrants, would be more forthcoming.

 

He walked to the door of the shower and reached out, taking a towel, as he brushed as much excess water off as he could before stepping out onto the rug.

 

Garak walked in five seconds later, holding a pair of white pants with blue Kardassi lettering running the lengths of the sides and some tight looking shorts that looked to be made of a spandex like material.

 

The towel Julian had wrapped around him was long enough to cover everything.

 

Garak held out his hands after setting the clothes on the counter.

 

“The collar will automatically activate and shock you if you try to dry your neck.”

 

Julian walked to him, noting that the slit was still darkened.

 

Garak took the edges of the towel and carefully dried under the collar, breathing heavily as he looked over the face of his pet.

 

“About your duties,” Garak said, “You will serve dinner. You will be silent unless I directly address you with a question. You will not look into anyone's eyes except mine, if I command it. After placing the dishes on the table for me and my guests, you will kneel at my side. You will accept the food I offer to you without complaint, and eat it from my hand as it is offered. It is all you will be fed this evening. I suggest you politely accept it. You will obey me in everything.”

 

“And if I make a,” Julian paused for a moment, looking over the ridges crossing Garak's clavicles, “mistake?”

 

“It may be the last one you ever make,” Garak said.