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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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Julian sighed, puttering around the kitchen of Garak's house two days later. He rubbed his face...it was getting more stubbly. He wished that there was a pattern in the replicator for a proper shaving tool.

He rubbed his bum, remembering the stinging blows. He had refused to speak to Garak, except when necessity demanded, since he suggested replicating a blanket.

Being a spy was supposed to be more interesting. All Garak had done was walk around the house and garden with a bag full of padds. Garak had mostly ignored him, allowing him to wander the house and garden at his leisure. He had only made him prepare meals and clean up. He was a fastidious man.

“Fish Juice,” Julian ordered from the replicator. He held it out and carried it to the table. Repulsive. He ordered the sweet smelling breakfast that Garak preferred as well, a grainy dish like cream of wheat in texture and flavored with dried Cardassian fruit and nuts similar to almonds and a sweetened vanilla in flavor.

Garak walked into the kitchen fully dressed the moment that Julian placed the food on the table. Julian did not acknowledge the Cardassian, and tucked his pillow under his arm. He picked up his cup of icoberry juice and walked toward the door to the backyard. He would not mind a raktajino, but the replicator did not know it. And he was tired of the pillow, but it was more comfortable than other options. It was just the two of them...honestly...who would know or care if he sat at the table with Garak? They had certainly done so enough in the past, well in Julian's past.

“Why don't you sit in the chair and stop your infernal pouting?” Garak asked, taking a seat. “While adorable that I am able to generate such intense emotions, I'm considering making a rule about it.”

“Rule number two.” Julian said, continuing toward the outside.

“Very good, Doctor. But I was suggesting that it was fine with me for you to sit there. I have somethings to tell you.”

Julian bit back his comment about Garak not having anything to say that Julian wanted to hear, unless it was a heartfelt apology. He knew he could have struggled a little more and escaped, but he had been so shocked by the spanking and he had not wanted to hurt Garak. Who knew what this Garak would do if pressed too far?

“Also, you should order something you like for breakfast. I should think that you would enjoy a Delvan fluff pastry, perhaps.”

Julian looked over his shoulder. He eyed the Cardassian. All he had been allowed for the last two days to eat was tidbits from Garak's hands. If any of this was a joke, he was going to hit Garak. He would have no choice. Damn the consequences.

He walked to the replicator and ordered two fluff pastries.

“Join me. Enhance my morning.” Garak rubbed his neck ridges a little.

Julian carried the pastries back to the table and wrapped an arm around his plate as he took his first delicious bites. He sighed and took two more large bites, and a drink of his juice, watching Garak suspiciously.

“I have some errands and business to take care of today, and I don't feel comfortable leaving you here alone. So I suppose you will come along.”

Julian looked up, tugging the plate closer.

“I am not going to snatch your plate away. There is no need to go about your eating that way. You'll have indigestion.” Garak rubbed his neck again, digging at the scales.

“Are you alright?” Julian abandoned his last half pastry and walked around to inspect Garak's neck.

“Fine,” Garak said, looking up at Julian.

Julian reached out and slid his fingers over the place where Garak had been rubbing. He had been rubbing it constantly for a day and a half. Whenever Julian tried to ask him about it at meals, he was told that nothing was wrong.

Garak gasped, and tried to swat Julian's hands away.

“I'm fine.”

“Your neck ridges are swollen, and your skin is cracking.”

Garak sipped his fish juice.

“Let me look, please.” Julian traced his fingers over the scales. They were dry and flaking.

“I'm just shedding,” Garak said, allowing the touch to continue. He breathed out shudderingly as his head tipped to the side, exposing the ridge being massaged more to the doctor.

“Surely there is some oil that can be applied to them to help ease it. I hate for you to be in pain.”

Julian continued the soft massage of the ridge's origin behind Garak's right ear.

Garak's eyes closed as the tough scale was worked free. His arm went to Julian's waist, pulling him close to feel the heat.

Julian breathed out as he touched the shiny, feather soft scale. He had seen Garak shed a little before, but only when he was under considerable stress. Maybe shedding intensified in those conditions, but it was also part of a natural process.

Garak jerked him closer, pressing his face into the doctor's stomach to stifle a moan.

“Do you have anything?” Julian asked, shifting as the hot breath tickled his skin.

“The replicator can supply it. Takala oil...”

“I'll get it. Are there other places that itch?”

Garak nodded, letting the doctor gently step back, breaking the embrace.

Julian collected the oil and returned.

“Can we go somewhere with better lighting?”

Garak took Julian's wrist and tugged him to the sitting room. He pulled Julian between his legs, and tilted his head to allow the doctor the best look at the ridges. He took a hand, placing it on a ridge.

Garak sighed, allowing his thoughts to linger on Julian. The human must really care for him. He knew the pet would come around. Letting him have a little space had certainly paid off. The anticipation of the intimate caresses to the sensitive new scales almost had Garak hissing and humming. He rubbed the top of Julian's hips in anticipation. No one had ever helped him with this...by his own choice.

Julian warmed a little of the oil in his hands.

“This won't stain, will it?”

“No.” Garak hissed, taking the oiled hands and pressing them to his right neck ridge, one on each side.

Julian slowly rubbed the oil in, loosening the scales and peeling them off. He placed them in the bowl that had replicated with the oil automatically.

Garak hissed and hummed and rumbled in his chest. His eyes were closed. He would not let anyone touch Julian. The human was a most valuable companion. He tugged the man so he was chest to stomach with him.

“Does it hurt?” Julian asked as he finished the exposed part of the right ridge and moved to the left one.

Garak shook his head.

“Look at me, Garak.”

Garak's eyes were rolled up and glazed, “Elim...”

“Sorry?”

“Call me Elim while you are doing th-this...” Garak sighed as his hips arched forward, and he dragged the doctor to them.

His hands moved to caress Julian's thighs, front, back, inside, and outside.

“Gar...” Julian jumped as his bum was pinched. “Elim.”

Garak began kissing the smooth, silky stomach. His hand moved back to tease the lower vertebrae of the human's back.

Julian shifted, trying to step away as his breathing changed and his body flushed with heat. Garak kissed and sucked on the skin, dropping a hand to pull Julian's leg up to rest beside his.

“Stop,” Julian said, dropping his hands from the neck ridges.

Garak released the thigh he had been kneading and tried to move one of the hands back to his neck ridges. Garak nipped flesh as he felt the doctor's heat and heard the increased breathing. He was aroused. He should be intimately claimed. He would make it feel good for the Doctor.

“Elim...I don't want this. Stop.”

“This game will soon grow tiresome,” Garak said, pulling back to look at the numerous love bites he had left decorating the golden skin. The doctor was playing a merciless tease.

“We are not playing a game.”

“I warn you, Doctor. I am a patient man, but this constant flirtation mixed with refusal is most unsettling and vexing.”

“You're distressed? I'm the one leashed and collared and serving to your every whim.”

“Not every whim, Doctor.”

Garak breathed out heavily, and petted the silky skin. He stood, holding Julian close. He reached a hand forward. He would have a kiss for all the unresolved sexual tension the doctor was infusing into his life. He couldn't wait forever.

Garak reached forward to touch one of the soft cheeks. The color of it was slightly darker. Had the doctor injured himself this morning?

“OH!” Garak leaped back, pushing Julian to arms' length. “What's wrong with your face?”

“What's wrong?” Julian asked, wiggling and trying to look in the mirror.

“What is wrong with that skin? It is all scratchy. Very unpleasant.” Garak moved his hand and rubbed the soft shoulder of the doctor. He moved the hand down and rubbed the soft skin covering Julian's ribs with a sigh.

“I have not been able to shave. It isn't a big deal.”

“It most certainly is,” Garak said. “The hair will be removed permanently. It is unsanitary.”

“Now just wait one minute!”

“This is not a discussion. It is being removed.”

“It's my face,” Julian said, wiggling a little. “Sir.”

“It will be swift and painless, and it will be done. The Order has a facility for the procedure.” Garak shuddered a little. “You must stay close to me today. Now, what shall we dress you in? I think I should prefer you to have a shirt today.”

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