Tears of Time

Julian paced the bedroom in which Garak had put him, before leaving to talk to Tain.

 

Stuck-up, snotty, self-absorbed, scaly, spoonhead. Julian hung his head for a moment. He cared for Garak, and right now, he was being told to do who-knew-what. Garak needed his support, but he also needed the spy to understand that he was not a possession, but a person.

 

He would sit on the bed if he wanted. Just to prove the point to himself, he went over and hopped onto the bed, jumping several times. He knew it was childish, but really, Garak was being ridiculous. Did he think him so uncouth? He hopped down and resumed his pacing and pondering about how to get back. The only other time that he had time traveled was when that Klingon took them back to try to assassinate Kirk and they ended up with a station full of tribbles. That was when they used the Orb of Time.

 

Julian glared at the corner. Garak wanted him to sleep on the enormous pile of cushions. He was a human being...not a vole and certainly not some belly-dancer in a Sultan's palace.

 

Sighing, he wandered over to the pile of plush multicolored pillows.He touched them with his toe.

 

He would probably be better off obeying...especially if the Cardassians still treated prisoners as they did at Setlik III. But Garak had not even touched him yet, not with real malice at any rate. He had touched perhaps a little more intimately than was appropriate, but Garak had always been a little touchy feely. He rubbed his shoulders for a moment remembering the pressure of the hands.

 

Julian shivered and began to arrange the pillows into a fort. He was allowed to touch the pillows.They were for him to sleep on. He deserved a real bed.

 

“Computer,” Julian called. “Play something by Tor Jolan.”

 

“Invalid voice print identification. Unable to comply.”

 

Julian scowled and crawled into his fort, pulling a blanket behind him. Maybe Garak would think he had escaped...that was a good idea. He poked his head out of the fort. Garak's reaction to his perceived escape would give him a better clue as to what was going on in the plain and simple spy's mind. If Garak was worried...

 

He walked over to the nightstand and opened the drawer. No tricorder. He would just have to rely on his engineering extension course. He was breaking one of Garak's 'rules.' He fought back the devilish smirk as he found the access plate to the window and popped it up, pulling out the wire that kept the forcefield in place, and the panel down. It slid up, and he looked out. He would be mad to try to leave here. The Order would recapture him easily, and likely hand him over to someone else. He pulled back into the room as he heard a voice.

 

The gold sparkling of a transporter beam caught his eye. As soon as the light was gone, he fished Garak's controller for shocking him out of his pocket and threw it into the darkness. He heard it collide with the wall around the immediate property and break. He resisted the urge to clap.

 

He lifted his head as he heard footsteps coming upstairs and raced to his pillow fort, crawling into it. He pulled the pillow he had saved back and blocked the door, mostly.

 

“I don't know what you think you are doing, Doctor. But you have certainly broken at least one rule. You better be in that room.”

 

The door slid open and the forcefield blocking it went down.

 

“Oh, Doctor. Come out. You are lucky my guest just left.”

 

Julian kept silent, listening to the heavy footsteps as the forcefields were reactivated.

 

“Computer, locate the good Doctor.”

 

“The Doctor is in Bedroom One, Floor Two.”

 

Garak walked over to the mass of now carefully arranged cushions.

 

Julian peeped out at him.

 

Garak lifted the top cushion away.

 

“Hello Doctor. You've broken a few rules, haven't you?”

 

“I wanted fresh air. I never tried to leave.”

 

“You stole from me...”

 

“There is no rule against that, Sir.”

 

“You touched several of my possessions. You've been on the furniture without permission. You hid to try to escape punishment.” Garak threw the pillow away as Julian stood.

 

“Given that the controller is an extension of the collar, one could argue that it is in part mine.” Julian gestured to himself, placing his fingertips over his bare chest. “What if I tripped and fell on the bed? I can hardly be blamed for something unintentional...and I was not hiding. I was in my bed.” Julian lifted his chin a fraction as he leaned back on the wall.

 

“Your shamelessness is commendable, even laudable in its own way, but your lies are flimsy. I can see that you jumped on the bed. Accessing the security log would reveal that you picked my pocket, taking something that you were not intended to have. And you constructed a pillow palace without a door, and tampered with the window. And you addressed me improperly.”

 

“Technically rule two is about 'using furniture.' I interpreted that as I was not allowed to use the furniture in the manner for which it was intended without permission. As I am a collared pet, one might expect such lapses in judgment.” Julian straightened his back and twisted his hips a little, unable to hide the small grin on his face. “I have very acute sense of touch, being a doctor. I thought that object might be poking you. I sought to relieve you of stress. I needed fresh air, and the window is hardly a possession. It is part of the house, which you acknowledged as belonging to someone other than yourself.”

 

“There were no lapses in judgment in my presence, indicating that you understood the rules perfectly as they were intended.”

 

“You know for humans, positive reinforcement is the best method of instruction, Sir.”

 

“You know when on an alien planet, in the custody of one of the most feared men in the quadrant, obeying the rules might be in your best interest.”

 

“I'm not afraid of you, Garak.”

 

Garak grabbed Julian and pulled him to his chest. He leaned forward and kissed the arrogant human, though the creature hardly deserved it. He was such a flirt that he was difficult to resist. He rubbed Julian's hips, sliding his hands to cup his bottom as he pushed him into the wall.

 

Julian wriggled, shoving at Garak's chest.

 

Garak hissed, pulling back. He grabbed Julian by his hair, pulling him to the bed.





Julian lashed out, hitting Garak in the gut.





Garak hissed louder and pushed him down, placing a hand in the middle of the golden skinned back.

 

“Let me up! Let me up!” Julian struggled and arched and tried to twist. “GARAK!”

 

Smack. A muted sound of a hand striking a fabric covered piece of flesh.

 

“Rule number one. Say it!”

 

“Let me up! NOW!”

 

SMACK.

 

“SIR, Let me up!”

 

“Rule number one.”





Smack.

 

“I call you 'Sir' or 'Master.'”

 

Garak closed his eyes for a moment, relishing the sound of the human's voice as it pouted a little.

 

SMACK.

 

“I said it. I said it!” Julian complained, trying to wriggle away. “Sir.”

 

“Rule number two. Say it.”

 

Garak punctuated his sentences with ringing smacks to Julian's bottom.

 

“No using the furniture without permission in any way...” Julian gasped. "Sir."

 

“Rule three. Say it.” More smacks.

 

Julian felt tears rising in his eyes.

 

“I am not to touch your things.”

 

Garak stroked his pet's back, and leaned over him.

 

“Rule four.”

 

“I am not to try to dodge punishment or attempt escape.”

 

Garak lifted off him, and rolled him over. He leaned on Julian, pressing his nose into the warm neck for a moment. So warm and wonderful.

 

Julian winced as fire lanced through his ass. He wiggled as the ridges of Garak's nose abraided his skin a little. 

 

“I take it that my reinforcement will be remembered. I don't expect more rule breaking.”

 

Julian nodded. He had only been spanked once before. He had been four, and he snuggled Kukalaka for an hour afterward. He trembled, blinking back tears of pain.

 

Garak leaned down and kissed his cheeks.

 

Julian reached up and hugged Garak on compulsion. He pressed his face into the neck of the Cardassian and shuddered. He wanted comforting, and he had no stuffed bear. He flushed, trying to pull back as he felt lips press to his adam's apple. Maybe Garak was interested in him. But it couldn't be serious. He just wanted an easy mark. Well, Julian was not a screw-toy or a pet. He was a person. And if Garak wanted him to be receptive, he required better treatment.

 

Garak wrapped his arms around Julian. He kissed and sucked along the side of his jaw, rubbing his back. He pressed closer, making a soft humming vibration in his chest. He captured the human's wrists.

 

Julian pulled back, despite the relaxation he felt at the humming vibration. It made him feel slack, like Garak could do anything and it would just be wonderful. He also noticed a slightly spicy aroma.

 

“Did that turn you on?” he asked, pushing at Garak, who eased off the human with dark eyes staring at his neck.

 

“Turn me on?” Garak asked, tilting his head to the side. “I am not familiar with that expression.”

 

“Were you aroused by hitting me?”

 

“Doctor...” Garak leaned forward to nuzzle Julian again.

 

“Sir?” Julian said, pulling back and crinkling his nose in distaste.

 

Garak lifted off Julian, stroking his arms softly. The beautiful man would definitely come around. He would just have to be patient.

 

“I am going to get ready for bed. You can sleep with me, or you can sleep on your pillows.”

 

Julian scowled.

 

“You were aroused, by my pain. You pervert.”

 

Garak reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a controller identical to the one Julian broke.

 

“Sir...” Julian said, getting off the bed.

 

Garak took his wrist to make him pause.

 

“The nights tend to be cold.”

 

“Might I suggest replicating another blanket?” Julian said, pulling his wrist free from the soft touch. He went over and arranged the pillows to his satisfaction. "Sir!"

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