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Sex with Garak was pretty incredible, Julian thought to himself towards the end of a long shift, but it felt like there was something missing from their current arrangement. Sure, it was hot, steamy and passionate—everything he had hoped it would be—but the last few times they’d done it, it had seemed somewhat lacking. It had started about a month ago as a niggling, easily dismissible feeling while they were going at it in Garak’s dressing room but gradually increased to a more persistent nagging in the back of his mind while Garak pounded him in the medical supply room barely two days ago.
It could be because it was always very impersonal and casual—after all, Garak had been clear when they started that as an exiled Cardassian tailor on a Bajoran space station, he was in no position to embark upon an emotionally intimate relationship. But Julian had always accepted that, even if the logic of his argument didn’t quite make sense to him. Maybe it was more to do with how they had started, there had been no real conversation , agreement or much communication at all, they had just sort of goaded each other into it one night after they’d gone back to Garak’s quarters for more drinks after an evening at Quark’s. In the morning, they’d tried to put it down to a drunken mistake but eventually arranged to meet up again that evening to figure out if there was really something between them, during which they hadn’t been able to keep their hands off each other.
And so the arrangement stood—a private meeting every few days or so whenever they were both free for a bout of no-strings-attached, consequence-free sex. But maybe, Julian started to realise, that was the problem. He knew he shouldn’t want anything more, Garak would never allow it, but he’d never been able to help developing feelings for anyone he’d slept with for long enough, and if he was honest with himself, deep down, he knew that was what that little niggling feeling was. There was also the fact that, when he really thought about it, he had never seen Garak really lose himself in it, he always seemed to retain some modicum of control over himself. What it must be like to see that beautiful Cardassian truly give in to his passions, lose control completely and fall apart right in Julian’s arms.
But how could he do that? Garak wasn’t going to crack easily, that was for sure. Any obvious attempt at romance would scare him away, but maybe there was a way to be more subtle about it.
At the end of his shift, Julian left the infirmary and made his way to his quarters, gathered his thoughts and called Garak.
“Bashir to Garak.”
“Garak here, my dear doctor.”
“I was just wondering…are you free tonight?”
“For a beautiful creature like you, I believe I can carve out some time.”
“Oh, that’s great! Um…if you don’t mind, I’d like to try something a bit different tonight.”
“Oh? Different how?”
“Just…different…it’s a surprise.”
“Well, in that case, I await your surprise. Shall we say twenty-one hundred?”
“Sounds wonderful. See you at twenty-one hundred.”
“See you then.”
That gave Julian a few hours to prepare. Not that there was much to prepare, just his mindset. For his plan to work, he had to be patient—much more patient than he had ever been in life.
When twenty-one hundred came around, Garak was ever punctual, ringing Julian’s door chime right on the hour. As soon as the door closed, the two began kissing and touching like they had been apart for years despite the fact it had only been two days. Julian led Garak into his bedroom and directed him onto his bed, gently laying him out on his back and softly pinning him in place. He paused for a moment to admire the ridges on Garak’s face, including the rather intriguing indentation in the middle of his forehead.
“What are you doing?” Garak asked worriedly.
They had usually started taking each other’s clothes off in a passionate frenzy by this point, so Julian had already delivered on his promise of doing something different.
“I thought we could take things a bit more slowly tonight,” he admitted, “really savour the moment.”
“Oh…OK…that sounds…acceptable…just don’t keep me waiting too long, my dear.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
Julian started by kissing Garak on the nose while stroking the ridges along his jawline. He then moved his mouth down to the ridges while nuzzling his cheek and running his fingers along the opposite jaw ridges.
“What are you doing?” Garak demanded.
“Let’s just say, I’m taking the time to savour you.”
“…Why?”
“Because…you have a nice body and I want to appreciate it.”
“You’re not exactly doing much with my body.”
“Garak…shut up. Just lay back and enjoy it.”
“Oh, very well.”
“Shh,” Julian held his finger up to Garak’s lips.
Garak rolled his eyes dramatically. Julian resumed nipping Garak’s ridges, moving steadily down to his neck. He was fairly sure he knew where the ridge was most sensitive, so when he got there, he really went for it, biting and sucking and licking while Garak writhed and panted beneath him. His hands found the clasp on Garak’s tunic and undid it, fortunately he was wearing clothing that was easy to remove. Instead of tearing it away from his body like he usually would, he took his time over it, brushing his hands softly along Garak’s chest and stomach until he had undone the whole thing, then he slipped it off over Garak’s arms and draped it over a chair next to the bed.
Garak looked up at him with a mix of confusion and impatience, and maybe a smidge of suspicion. Well, Julian would soon put that to rest. He let his hands wander along Garak’s shoulder ridges, moving along his clavicles and coming ever closer to the crest on his chest. He had always been fascinated by those crests—Garak had three of them, one on his forehead, one on his chest and another just above his groin. There was definitely something sexual about them, judging from the way Garak gasped when Julian touched them, but he’d never let him touch them for very long. That suggested two possibilities—one, they were pleasant to touch at first but became uncomfortable after a while, or two, touching them for an extended period represented an emotional intimacy Garak was uncomfortable with. Knowing Garak, Julian strongly suspected it was the second thing, and he planned to have his fill of the crests at some point tonight.
But not right now. He kissed Garak on the lips again and continued working his neck, slowly moving down to his shoulders, making sure to pay particular attention to the most sensitive scales. Garak gasped and wriggled underneath him, grabbed his hips and dug in with his claws, a mildly terrified expression on his face.
“Relax, Garak,” Julian purred into his ear, “let me take care of you.”
“C…care?”
“Yes, care.”
“W…what exactly is it you’re doing?”
“I told you, I’m taking it slow.”
“…Why?”
“Garak…has it ever occurred to you I might see you as more than just a quick shag every so often?”
“…Why!?”
“Just…enjoy it, OK? Let me…ravish you.”
“But…but why…oh!”
Garak gasped sharply as Julian breathed hot air onto his forehead crest and tenderly pressed his lips to it. He pushed his luck and touched his fingers to the chest crest, circling it slowly before pressing into the middle of it, leaving both indentations with a blueish tint. Garak appeared at a loss for words, his breathing ragged as he slid his hands up Julian’s shirt and undid it, leaving Julian to shrug it off and lay his bare chest against Garak’s.
“Oh…oh, my dear doctor…”
“Julian.”
“W…what?”
“Call me Julian.”
“But…but…”
Julian slipped a hand under Garak’s trousers, palming his soaking wet slit.
“Ah…Julian…sss…”
He ran his hand over the slit several more times, relishing the feeling of Garak’s legs twitching around it, and kissed the crest on his chest. Garak’s hands desperately gripped Julian’s shoulders, digging his claws in and scratching the delicate human skin.
“Ah…” Julian was distracted from his task for a moment while Garak’s busy hands scratched up his chest and back.
However, those hands faltered when Garak’s ajan became wet enough and Julian inserted his finger. With his other hand, he deftly unbuttoned Garak’s trousers and pulled them down his legs, once again draping them over the chair. He became acutely aware of his own erection straining against his trousers, but he endured, determined to hold on longer than Garak. He inserted another finger whilst kissing lovingly down his body, hitting up every scale, ridge and other erogenous zone he could think of, paying articular attention to the now deep blue groin crest, until he had kissed his way down to his ajan.
Oral was considered quite the taboo for Cardassians, so Garak only rarely let Julian do it, and it was even rarer still for Garak to do it to Julian. But Julian wasn’t bothered about the latter right now, he just wanted to clamp his mouth around that cloaca and lap up the juices it secreted.
He soon got to work on it, once again taking his time to really savour the tastes and textures of Garak’s scales and secretions, running his hands reassuringly along his thighs. Once his tongue breached the slit, Garak started to evert, the head of his penis poking tentatively out between the lines of soft, fine scales. His hands shakily rested on Julian’s head and grabbed fistfuls of hair, raking his long, sharp claws through the thick curls.
“Julian, you…you filthy creature…” Garak gasped breathlessly.
“Mmmm…” Julian murmured into Garak’s ajan, flicking his tongue quickly inside.
“Ssssss…what are you trying to do to me? Sssssssss…”
Julian rolled his eyes, continued his ministrations with his mouth and took off his trousers with his hands. As his tongue dipped and dived inside Garak’s ajan walls, he began to stroke his own cock, slowly at first, but he quickened his pace when Garak clenched his legs around his head and everted into his mouth. Julian greedily suckled the Cardassian cock, alternating between stroking himself off and rubbing Garak’s feet. He almost didn’t notice the strange looks Garak was giving him between gasps, whimpers and hisses.
“What?” Julian popped Garak’s dick out of his mouth, “I like feet, OK, judge me all you want.”
But Garak was in no position to judge—or speak at all, for that matter. Julian had him right where he wanted him. He licked up the seam one last time before climbing up Garak’s writhing, twitching body and lined up his cock with his ajan.
“You ready?”
“Sssssssss…”
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Julian smugly planted a kiss on Garak’s forehead as he eased his length into his cloaca.
“SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!”
“Shh…”
“Sss…”
Julian began thrusting in and out of Garak slowly and teasingly, stroking his jaw ridges with his hands and devouring his neck ridges with his mouth. Gradually, he picked up speed, making a conscious effort to control his own arousal while he drove Garak closer and closer to the edge. Garak hissed like a spitting cobra, wriggling and writhing beneath Julian, breathing raggedly and clinging onto his back for dear life. His wild blue eyes begged Julian to go harder and faster, his thighs squeezed the sides of his long, lithe body and his feet locked together behind his back.
He was getting close—so close. He could scarcely believe he had managed it—that beautiful, enigmatic Cardassian, a tapestry of stunning scales and ridges illuminated in all shades of iridescent grey and blue, rendered truly and utterly speechless, falling apart in utter debauchery right underneath him. And it was he who had done this to him, Julian Bashir, and only he got to savour it, to enjoy it, to see Garak as he truly was when all the layers of obfuscation and subterfuge were peeled back and stripped away, naked, vulnerable and completely undone.
Garak hissed brokenly in Julian’s ear and dug his claws into his back. Getting the message, Julian let himself go and they came together, hissing and screaming in each other’s ears, their fluids mixing and pooling together on Garak’s stomach.
“I…I love you…” Julian stammered out as his head flopped onto Garak’s shoulder.
“…You what?”
Julian took a few moments to recover his breath before raising his head so he was eye-to-eye with Garak.
“I said, ‘I love you.’ I’m tired of pretending you’re only good for a quick fuck,” he flopped his head back down, “I’ve really fallen for you, Garak. Make fun of me all you want, I just wanted our sex to mean something at least once.”
Garak shakily wrapped his arms around Julian and stroked his hair reassuringly.
“I love you,” he whispered breathlessly, “you’re so beautiful and you’ve been far kinder to me than I’ll ever deserve, how could I not fall for you? I’ve just been a coward about admitting it.”
“Aww, Garak…I think it’s safe to say neither of us is exactly in a fit state to discus it properly now.”
“No, I…I don’t think we are.”
“How about I get us cleaned up and we talk about it in the morning?”
“Mhm…” Garak released Julian from his grip, allowing him to fetch a cloth and a towel from the refresher and clean them up.
Julian then got back into bed and snuggled up to Garak They breathed together in a blissful silence, bodies pressed closely together, before drifting off to sleep.