THE ATTRACTION OF DANGER

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Title: The Attraction of Danger Authors: MSL and CB Fandom: Star Trek Deep Space 9 Pairing: Garak/Bashir Rating: Age 18+ Word count: 9,493 Warnings: Explicit Summary: Sex and danger - who can resist?

"I'm sorry. I didn't know anyone was in here."

Garak raised his head and looked over to the doorway where Julian, dressed only in a small towel draped around his hips, was standing. "Come in. There's no reservations and the heat is marvelous. As a doctor you must know that dry heat is wonderfully relaxing."

"I can wait till you're finished."

"Not at all," Garak insisted, leaning up on one elbow and indicating the empty place beside him. Unlike a Cardassian sauna, there was no division between the places to lay, and the surface was soft but firm, ventilated to absorb the sweat produced. "I'll enjoy the company. We haven't had a chance to chat since that first day we met. By all means, remove your towel and join me. As a doctor, I'm sure you're quite comfortable around naked people."

The red on Julian's face seemed a little deeper shade than could be accounted for by the amount of time he'd been in the room, but, hesitantly, he dropped his towel on a table and came over to the bed, lying down as close to the edge, away from Garak, as possible. Garak gave him a small smile and closed his eyes. Slowly, Julian allowed himself to relax. The heat was good.

"So, how are you enjoying your assignment, Doctor? I hope that enough of us have come down with fascinating illnesses to compensate for the research you've given up."

"You know about my research? Are you interested in medicine?" Julian asked, surprised.

"Only as an ignorant layman. When you're marking someone's vest for alterations, it is important to have a wide range of topics on which to converse. It makes the time pass and makes the interaction so much more pleasant, don't you agree?"

"I do enjoy working with patients. It has different challenges than research, but it has its own set of rewards." The tenseness that had brought Julian here was beginning to dissipate as his body soaked in the heat. He glanced over at his companion and was interested to see that, compared to Julian, he was minimally sweating, even though he'd been here for a longer time. Noting that Garak's eyes were still closed, that ever-present smile still affixed to his lips, Julian allowed his eyes to drift down to the first live Cardassian phallus he'd ever seen. Even flaccid, it was impressive. Heavy, with thick ridges that ran down the column beneath the silky smooth cap.

"By all means, feel free to examine it. I don't imagine you've gotten to see many."

Julian's eyes flew to Garak's, which he would have sworn were still closed. It was part of the sine qua non of male behavior to pretend that other men had no such biological parts when interacting naked. His instinct was to apologize, but Julian's medical curiosity overrode politeness. "None, actually. If you really wouldn't mind?"

"Be my guest." Now the smile on those carved features really was broad.

Ignoring Garak's amusement and focusing on the opportunity, Julian sat up and leaned over for a closer look. The shape was fundamentally the same, except that it didn't have the protective sheath that most species developed. In those cases a more tender shape would protrude, when aroused, in preparation for insertion. Here the longitudinal ridges seemed to act as the protection, and the skin between the ridges looked as if it would be as soft as Julian's. The cap at the end was wider than it might have been expected to be, relative to the column, and Julian could see by leaning closer that there might be a circular ridge supporting the dome. That cap, like Julian's, was of a particularly fine surface texture and his fingers itched to run across the shape in order to compare.

"Don't be hesitant. You're a doctor. I've never been shy and I've always supported scientific curiosity. Pick it up."

The man seemed to be reading his mind. But the temptation was strong. With professional enthusiasm, Julian did just that. It was heavy, even in a flaccid state, and drooped over his hand from a truly impressive length. He could see where Cardassians got their reputations as sexual athletes. Engorged, it would certainly drive deep into whatever oriface it was being inserted. Surprisingly, manipulation didn't cause it to become erect. He put that question aside and concentrated on running his hands around it.

The top was just as velvet soft as it looked. Oh, but the column. That's where the real difference lay. Pressing along the ridges he could tell that they extended almost as much inside the penis as they did above. And, indeed, there was a ridge that he could feel that went entirely around the column immediately under the cap.

Turning his attention to the testes on which the penis lay, Julian could feel the underneath shape which seemed to have no ridges either above or below the soft spheres. Unlike his own, there was no hair on the scrotum.

"Normally, they ride closer to my body because the station is kept so cool. Here, they hang looser."

"Fascinating," Julian murmured, staring at the ceiling as he gently probed the lobules that surrounded each organ.

Garak's smile, if anything, was wider. He folded his arms under his head and opened his eyes, watching Julian's purely professional examination. "If it wouldn't embarrass you, I'd be happy to let you examine it erect."

"If you don't mind."

"Consider it my pleasure."

The small joke actually made the entire examination more professional and less sexual. With long practice in stimulating himself, Julian began stroking the organ with a firm grip. Where simple manipulation had had no observable effect, this motion certainly did. By the time full erection was achieved, his hand barely fit around it. Taking a few extra minutes to guarantee that the organ was finally fully erect, Julian began the same examination he had performed on it when flaccid. There was one spot on the underneath column, right near the cap, that seemed particularly soft and smooth.

"We're both about to be embarrassed, Doctor, if you continue with what you're doing." Julian's hands instantly dropped the penis onto Garak's abdomen. Garak leaned forward to look, then lay back again. "Anywhere else is no problem. Please, continue."

"If you really don't mind letting me examine you, we should be doing this in the Infirmary. I'd love to get some photographs."

"I'm not sure that I'm ready to be either immortalized in a scientific text or in your personal collection of erotica. Besides, this is much more comfortable."

"You do know that the door is wide open and we could have company at any time?" But, as Julian said that, he returned to his gentle poking and prodding.

"Trust me to prevent any such embarrassing encounter. My hearing is excellent, and I can give you fair warning before any such interruption. Perhaps you'd like to see the muscle control we have over erection? That seems to be, if not unique to my race, at least somewhat unusual."

"Are you saying you can get hard without sexual stimulation?"

"Exactly."

"Then why did you let me..."

"Oh, Doctor, it has been such a long time since it's been handled by anyone but me. A temptation to which I admit I succumbed. But, here, place your fingers deep beneath my balls and feel the muscle contractions."

Garak's hand stayed over Julian's as his erection subsided, and then returned. He repeated this several times as Julian's fingers followed the muscle movement. "Amazing."

"As your race says, 'You ain't seen nothing yet.'" And with that, Julian felt another, different muscle movement and spurts of semen flowed out from that velvet tip. The hard hand enclosing Julian's didn't let it release until the last drop was out. Only after a long, drawn-out sigh did Garak's hand release. Julian kept his tight hold.

"Do that again."

Beneath his fingertips, Julian felt that same contraction and, again, Garak came. Just as he would have done if that was his own organ in release, Julian rubbed the fluid down along the organ in long, slow strokes as he felt the rigidity never slacken.

"Amazing. How many times can you do that?"

There was definitely a panting undertone to Garak's voice. "I've never performed as a scientific experiment. But if you are really interested, I'd be more than willing to find out."

Julian felt Garak suddenly tense. "Someone's coming, so I guess we won't be learning." A quick movement of his hand to under Julian's balls and a press somewhere Julian didn't recognize instantly deflated Julian's own erection. In his pursuit of scientific knowledge, he'd been ignoring it. He threw himself flat onto his side of the bed waiting for whoever was coming to arrive.

"Were you born with that control or was it taught?" Julian whispered, wondering how he could find himself so excited and so limp.

"Taught. It's a useful skill when you need to perform and your body doesn't choose to be cooperative." Garak's voice was so low that Julian had to lean to the side to hear.

"On a mission when you need to seduce someone. I can see how that would be extremely useful. And the ridges aren't uncomfortable for your partner during intercourse?"

"Quite the reverse. What humans need to achieve with technique, we can achieve naturally."

"Oh, I didn't realize the room was occupied."

Garak sat up and stretched. "We've probably been here long enough. Why don't you come in and we'll shower." He looked over at Julian, who rose quickly and couldn't get out of the room fast enough.

****************

The two-toned gray, tile-lined room adjacent to the exercise areas and heat room contained a line of shower heads, only three of which were currently in use. At one end, Garak and Julian had just begun to wash themselves. At the other, a young ensign from engineering was rinsing down before turning off the head, grabbing a towel and leaving. Garak and Julian looked at one another and laughed quietly.

"I feel like I'm twelve years old," Julian said as he let the water flow down his face.

"It was fun, wasn't it?" Garak looked down at Julian's middle. "You're reviving, I see."

Julian kept his face under the spray and started to wash his hair. "You have to show me how you did that. I've had the occasional patient that I would really have liked to have used that move on." Julian shook the water out of his face and began applying soap to his upper arms, glancing at Garak's now limp organ, then smiling as he realized Garak was following his gaze.

"I would think those ridges would be uncomfortable for your partner."

"Quite the contrary," Garak said, looking down himself. "Just like height and strength give evolutionary advantage, the larger and more prominent the ridges, the more popular we are as potential mates." A fond smile spread over his face. "I was always considered rather well-endowed in that area."

Julian shrugged.

"No, really! The ridges increase sensation. If you've ever had a penis up your ass - oh, you haven't, have you?"

"That's what makes life so interesting. We all follow our own individual paths. I prefer mine to be littered with a bevy of attractive, young women. You travel a different way, I presume."

"That's like saying that you only look at the female statues when you go to an art museum. Beauty is beauty, whether it's male or female. And once you're in deep enough, does it really matter which one you're pounding?"

"Yes! I definitely prefer being able to kiss while I'm getting off. From my extensive knowledge of anatomy, as well as a preference for positions where I'm unlikely to injure myself, that means I want a woman." Looking down, Julian was aware that his flag was flying bravely in the deluge and he felt a heart-sore regret that he couldn't deal with the problem immediately. A quick trip to his quarters was definitely in order before dinner. He started washing it next. His legs could wait.

"For me, it's asses," Garak said watching the smile unconsciously growing on Julian's face and a small smile spread across Garak's own. "You know you have a particularly lovely ass. Glorious globes. You must get complements on them all the time."

Regretfully, Julian switched to washing down his chest. "Not really. I'll have to... Garak! What are you doing?"

"Just washing a spot you missed." The arms that had come around him were busily resoaping his penis and used just enough force to hold Julian in place, while making it clear that Julian could break free any time he chose. And Julian did mean to. Very, very soon.

The body in his rear moved slightly to rearrange their positions and he could feel Garak's erection pushing at his entrance. Knowing he could always pull away made pulling away unnecessary. The sensation was interesting. The organ was very stiff but slick and soft at the same time. So that's what he felt like to the women he was with. The thought that he was learning something about the feminine side of things made him hesitate to tell Garak to stop until it was too late. Something large was suddenly part way inside of him, and the hand stroking his penis was moving faster and faster.

"This is purely educational," a broken voice whispered in his ear. "You were curious about the ridges. I want to show you their biological advantage. This is for science, not for pleasure, though I do find science so compelling. When I find a discipline I enjoy, I just want to study it deeper and deeper..." All the while he talked, Garak was pushing those ridges in and out of a tightness that had never been opened up before.

Without meaning to, Julian felt himself opening, waiting impatiently for that huge object behind him to bury itself deeper. He leaned forward to give Garak a better target. He was getting very close, as the hand that was stroking him moved faster and faster.

"So I said to Mayton, 'One more sloppy join on a piece of equipment that my name's attached to, and you're going to find some of your anatomy unattached." The distant voice was followed by raucous laughter in various pitches.

Panic flashed through Julian as he attempted to pull away. The arm holding him tightened. "There's time. Relax." The hand stroking him moved under his balls and dug in, twisting. And the bulk in his ass suddenly slammed in to its full length and throbbed as a hot wetness filled him. Then he was coming and it didn't matter who was there or who wasn't. He was hardly aware of the voices growing louder until, suddenly, the hand changed position and his erection was gone as quickly as was the bulk from his ass. He collapsed against the wall, the water running over his back as a hand slipped a bar of soap into his.

Garak's voice hummed a theme from a symphony Julian faintly remembered. Rationality slowly returned as he heard the sound of several shower heads starting up. A glance at Garak showed a broad smile that Julian couldn't help returning. If that was male to male sex, he had been missing something!

"You really should think about those pants I was suggesting. You're close enough to a standard size that I could have them ready for you any time you drop into the shop. I pride myself on providing the best fit on the Promenade, and our personal attention is second to none. Think about it, Doctor. I think you would be more than satisfied with our product."

Turning off the water and nodding to the men just starting to wash, Garak grabbed a new towel and left the room. Julian buried his face under the water, his body still burning. That had been one of the best climaxes he could remember. Feeling his organ about to swell again, Julian concentrated on reciting an obscure page of one of his more obscure text books."

"You can't get away from salesman anywhere, can you?"

"But he does have the best sweaters. That you have to admit."

Julian turned off the water and ran.

****************

Waking after a fitful night's sleep, Julian had found himself thinking constantly about their little shower adventure. The time in the heat room had gotten him entirely comfortable with Garak's genitals, but finding them up his ass was a different story. The memory of that mass filling him...

Being at work hadn't pushed the images out of his mind throughout the day. Garak's suggestion of a visit had been sufficiently subtle for the others there, Julian hoped, but Julian hadn't the slightest doubt what the invitation had actually been for. It would be crazy to go to Garak's shop. To lean over and... He stopped himself imagining it again. It just kept him hard and hurting.

Considering doing it again was crazy. Actually doing it again would be insane.

"Ms Torgu, I have some personal business this afternoon. Would you see if Dr Kalf can cover my appointments. I don't think there are many."

"Certainly, Doctor. He's in the research lab right now. I'll be back in just a minute."

While he convinced himself that he was going to spend the afternoon in his quarters reading, Julian stuffed a few packets of lubricant in a pocket. It wouldn't hurt to put some in his bedroom table drawer. He hadn't yet connected with any of the lovely young women on the station, but surely he would very soon.

"No problem, he says, Doctor."

Julian glanced up just in time to see Ms Torgu retreating back to the office area. Heart beating fast, he nodded to the staff as he hurried out the door. Maybe he should stop at the Replimat before he went home. That happened to be in the same direction as Garak's shop, but that was pure coincidence. He passed the Replimat without even remembering to look in.

The memory of that organ buried for that instant inside him was burning in Julian's mind and he had to consciously correct his walk so that he didn't limp as he imagined it still inside. Those fingers that had brought him off... Okay, he was going to Garak's shop. Admit it.

But maybe it wouldn't be open. He hadn't checked to see what hours Garak kept. And what if people were there? The ache in his groin grew worse. What if Garak hadn't meant what Julian thought he had? What if he really wanted to sell him pants? Then Julian was going to take off his own pants and see if Garak could resist a tight and willing ass. Maybe there was a back storeroom he could drag him into.

And suddenly there he was in front of the open door. He hadn't been there before but it was as he might have imagined. Clothes hung on racks and on walls and in the window area, inviting in the casual shopper or the old customer.

But all Julian saw was Garak, who was looking straight at him, a wide smile spreading over his face. Almost, he turned to run away but that smile was so seductive. Without even thinking what he was doing, Julian walked in past a lone woman and two men. His eyes never left Garak's.

"You've come for the pants. I hoped you would." There was deep pleasure in Garak's voice that ran up and down Julian's spine.

The woman walked over to Garak and gave him a skirt, which he wrote up for her and wrapped. Transaction completed, he guided her to the door and Julian thought Garak might ask the others to leave and close up but a thoughtful expression passed over Garak's face and he returned, stopping by the two men.

"I just have to help the good doctor with some pants, so if you could just help yourselves for a few minutes..."

A hand guided Julian into a changing room and closed the curtain. There was a long moment as they looked at one another, Garak's smile making Julian's heart undecided whether it was about to take off, or whether that smile said to just relax beneath Garak's very capable hands. Perhaps it could do both, Julian thought.

The kiss surprised Julian. He'd expected sex, nothing else, but the kiss was deep and slow and sensuous. Lips and tongue and teeth getting in each other's way. Wetness that spoke of what was soon to come from each of them. Then fingers quickly freed his pants and dropped them to the floor. Julian stepped out of pants and underwear and let Garak position him against the wall. He started to say something about the lubricant, but then felt slick fingers slipping deep inside him and just bent his head down and let the sensations take him where they would.

"Do you have these in any other colors?" The voice was unexpected and Julian froze, but the fingers impaling him never stopped their motion.

"Only a dark blue and a medium gray. When I'm done here I'll get them for you."

"Take your time." That got a small chuckle that Julian was forced to join.

"Breath slowly and relax." The words were a soft whisper near his ear. Then a large mass began to enter him, the ridges very obvious. Hands stroked his body, encouraging him to allow entry. After what felt like forever, he could feel Garak's groin pressed tight against his ass. He was full.

"What about other fabrics?"

Garak began slowly moving. "Only suede, but I could put in an order for something else if you have a preference." He was almost all the way out now, and then slowly pushing back in. This went on forever and Julian would have wanted it to continue past that. But the voices outside the dressing room were becoming impatient, and Garak was moving faster. Julian's climax, when it came, was a complete surprise. He hadn't been stroking himself, nor had Garak. But, somehow, that large organ had touched something deep in him and it was all he could do to clamp his teeth together and not cry out. Almost immediately, he felt himself soaked in Garak's semen and heard a long sigh against his ear. Then he was empty, Garak was adjusting his own clothing and Julian was alone in the small room.

He collapsed onto the narrow bench, breathing hard, hardly able to believe he'd actually done this. His reflection showed him red of face and looking absurd with his Starfleet tunic on and his shoes. Just barely he kept himself from laughing out loud. He must have had his eyes closed through that whole experience. Next time he had to remember to watch in the mirrors. He stopped in shock. Did he really think that? Was there going to be a next time? The answer screamed in his head and his ass. There damned well was going to be. And more than one.

Briskly now he wiped himself off with tissues Garak had thoughtfully left on the end of the bench and replaced his clothes. His color was still a little high, but his breathing was controlled enough that he could talk without his immediate activity being obvious to anyone listening. Taking the pants that Garak had brought into the dressing room with them over his arm, Julian opened the curtain and stepped into the main shop where Garak was holding a tunic up against one of the men and discussing how it might be altered.

With a pleasant smile, Julian put the pants on a table. "I like the fit, but I can't decide. Perhaps I could come again and we could try something else. But most impressive."

"Thank you for stopping by. I'll make sure I look for some other styles that I hope you'll like better. Satisfying my customers is my deepest wish. Do, please, come again."

"I intend to," Julian assured him as he nodded to the other shoppers and left.

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"I was surprised when you suggested lunch. I haven't seen you since..." A waiter hurried up, put drinks down on their table, and left just as hurriedly. "since you stopped by my shop. I was hoping you'd be back."

"I think I needed a little time to process what happened."

"And have you?"

Julian nodded. "I decided that opening myself up to new experiences is what I came to this station for."

There was relief in Garak's face. "So, does that mean I can expect you back as a regular customer?"

"I don't think so. And I thought I should tell you that myself. Nothing against what happened. I probably needed the education, but I'm here to work."

"Word around the Promenade is that you're seeing a number of women."

"I am."

"What would be the problem with seeing me, as well? I thought we fitted together rather well."

"Too well. I walked out of your shop counting the hours until you opened the next morning. I was up most of the night getting my head straight. Sex is enjoyable, but it's just a part of life. I'm here as a doctor. Getting off needs to be a distant second."

It was a minute before Garak looked up from his plate. "Have you considered the possibility that you just need to get me out of your system? I'm perfectly amenable to closing the shop for the weekend and letting you wear yourself out on me. Get the sex out of your system and we continue as friends. Meet for lunch. That sort of thing."

Temptation rose and fell in Julian's face before he shook his head. "I'm getting what I need in the sex department now. No need to complicate my life."

"Except for the fact that it was better with me than it ever was before. Am I right?"

Reluctantly, Julian nodded. "I spent time thinking about that, too. I don't think it was your much admired equipment so much as it was the fact that we could have gotten caught. Somehow that turns me on."

Garak's smile broadened. "I came to that conclusion, too, about you. There's nothing wrong with that. Danger is exciting."

Julian leaned forward. "You mean in the spy trade?"

There was a confidence in Garak, now, as he leaned back in his chair. "Not at all, my good Doctor. You can't imagine how cautious I have to be when a customer has the poor taste to not be happy with one of my more avant garde creations. Why, I actually had a woman throw an entire stack of scarves at me when she had gained five pounds between her order and my delivery. Danger, Doctor. If that's what you want, I can supply it."

"As tempting as I admit I find the offer, prudence tells me to say no."

"But you really don't like prudence, do you?"

The smile on Garak's lips sent chills down Julian's back that proceeded to concentrate in his lower front. He licked his lips and saw how fixedly Garak watched. Purposely, he licked his lips again. "What are you suggesting?" The words seemed dragged out of him.

Now it was Garak leaning forward. "Leave it to me. Allow me to surprise you. If you find you're willing, so be it. If not, no foul, to use one of your sports phrases."

It was getting a little uncomfortable for Julian to sit. He shifted position to rearrange a growing problem. "What kind of surprises?"

Still smiling, Garak put his hand under the table. A minute later he brought it out wet. Julian put a napkin down on his lap. When Garak reached a hand to Julian's mouth, he hesitated, but the chance to actually taste Cardassian semen... He opened his mouth slightly and allowed the finger to slide it, as the napkin slid off. Nutty. That was the closest he could come to connecting the flavor to something he knew. His eyes never left Garak's as he purposely sucked on the finger and watched Garak's eyes slowly close.

A slight cough made him suddenly aware that Quark was standing at the table staring at both of them strangely. Garak's finger was released and Garak pulled his hand back casually, as he said, "I told you Quark's mixed drinks were the finest in this part of the Quadrant. Next time, you have to order this. You call it a Vulcan Neck Pinch, don't you, Quark, but I believe it's commonly called a Romulan Ale and Matise Juice."

Quark beamed. "We pride ourselves on those. Vulcan Neck Pinch just sounds better. Sales went up thirty percent when we changed the name. And we don't use a replicator like most establishments do. Every mixed drink sold here is hand combined from the finest ingredients. Now can I get you one of your own, Doctor, or are you ready to order lunch?"

"I'm afraid I'm on duty soon, Quark, so just lunch for now. Parkian ravioli, if you have it." Julian scooted his chair in a little closer to the table. "And another napkin, if you don't mind."

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The door to the examining room opened abruptly. "Garak, I was just told that you were here. What happened? They said something about an annual exam? You didn't say anything to me about that."

Realizing Garak was sitting buck naked on the examining table, turned away from the door, Julian quickly pulled the curtain across the examination area. It took him a moment before he understood. "Your first surprise?"

"Exactly." Garak beamed.

Julian came around the table and looked at the expanse of naked, Cardassian flesh. Sure enough, Garak was fully erect, his organ bouncing with his laughter. "Not here, Garak! I work here!"

"I thought that after that little taste I gave you at lunch yesterday, you might like to try a larger portion. I'd really like to watch myself slipping in and out between your lips."

Glancing at the doorway, Julian realized that his erection was matching Garak's. The temptation was overwhelming. Someone could come in but he was beginning to realize just how much that heightened the excitement.

Garak added, "How often do you get interrupted in examinations? Not often, I would think."

"Garak!" But the thought, once planted, wasn't to be uprooted. Garak was right. It was very unlikely anyone would enter without asking permission. Suddenly Julian could taste that nutty flavor again. The tip of Garak's penis was wet and, if he couldn't get it all in his mouth, it would still be fascinating to learn something of what others had felt going down on Julian, himself. The decision was made before Julian realized he had made it. Meeting Garak's eyes, Julian said, "I know I'm going to regret this," and bent to the task.

The head easily fit, and Julian ran his tongue around it, enjoying the silky texture, as well as the sweetness already leaking out. His technique couldn't be all that bad as Garak had jerked convulsively and was now grabbing Julian's head with both hands. The more Julian sucked, the more incoherent noises Garak made. There was power in having so much control over someone.

"Is there anything you need, Dr. Bashir?"

Julian spit out the organ and peered around Garak's arm. The nurse, as usual, was standing outside the curtain, ready to enter if asked. "No, I've got everything I need. It's a simple general checkup." Straining to not pant, he added, "I would appreciate, though, if you could put together a report on the supplies that we haven't been receiving from Starfleet that you and the others think we should have. You've been here long enough that I'd really like to hear your opinion on the subject."

"Certainly, Doctor," the nurse replied, pleasure in her voice. It will take me a few hours, though."

"Perfectly fine. If I need you, I'll come get you. Thank you, nurse." To Garak, who was smiling broadly, he added, "That should keep her busy. Now where was I?" And he bent back down.

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"You could get very good at that with practice."

Julian, who had been more than happy to leave the Infirmary a little early for lunch, looked up from a large sandwich into which he was about to bite to raise an eyebrow. With special relish, he bit off the end.

"Ouch!"

"Let that be a lesson. If I've taken care of your immediate needs, I would have certainly expected prompt reciprocation. I shouldn't have had to take care of myself."

"If you can wait till your shift ends, I have another surprise for you," Garak said.

"Garak, I really don't want to get into anything regular with you."

"Danger. Sex. Where else are you going to get that combination?"

That large sandwich did remind him of the organ he'd sucked for so long yesterday. He let the bread move seductively in and out of his mouth as he watched Garak swallow and stare. Then he bit off another quick, small bite. "Once more. Agreed?"

"Once more now. Later, well..."

Strong white teeth bit off a large chunk. Garak winced.

****************

Julian was just washing his hands after repairing an arm seriously sliced by a generator blade that had broken loose. Several co-workers stood outside the treatment room, impatiently waiting for their friend. Julian turned back to his patient. "How is the skin feeling? Any tightness?"

The young man flexed his arm and smiled. "Good as new."

"Make an appointment with the receptionist to let me see it again in a month." Nodding, the young man left and was immediately replaced by a nurse, who had obviously been waiting. She reached out a note, which Julian took, smiled and left. Julian watched her rear disappear. Maybe... Still smiling, he opened the note and read it. Then read it again. It was just a series of numbers. Garak!

It took under a minute once Julian realized the digits weren't a code. It was a location and a time. Somewhere on the Promenade. A quick mental review of the station's schematics said that it was a few doors down from Garak's shop. The time would be in twenty-five minutes and Julian's inner imp reminded him that being early might give him some idea of the surprise before Garak had a chance to spring it. Always a prudent approach when dealing with his new best friend.

He should have known, he thought, upon reaching the location. Garak's favorite chocolate vendor. Only the vendor had been replaced by Garak, himself. If he'd been nibbling much, Julian reminded himself to have a dose of bicarbonate of soda available to dose Garak. An old remedy, but still a good one.

"I thought you'd come early." Garak, on seeing Julian, was flatteringly pleased.

"Please," Julian said, leaning forward and in a low voice. "We use the term 'premature ejaculation.' And I sincerely hope not." He looked around at the hurrying crowd of shoppers attempting to finish their lists before the shops closed. "Why here? And where is our favorite proprietor?"

"I convinced him that I wouldn't eat him out of house and home if he allowed me to tend his shop for the rest of the afternoon. His daughter is having her first baby." At Julian's startled glance and tensing of body, Garak hurriedly added. "She's on Bajor. You're not playing midwife today."

"So, what then are we playing?"

Garak's smile got even wider. "A game that I'm sure you'll love and one which I'm sure you'll approve for me. After all, you know my sweet tooth is almost as large as yours, and you really don't want me eating up all of Klor's stock. My plan, if you haven't yet guessed, is to stuff myself on you, a diet food high in protein and one I've been so looking forward to trying."

Julian looked around quickly. No curtains. No obvious doorway. Just a large window behind the table filled over and under with a wide assortment of luscious sweets. Then he noticed that the chocolates on the table had been piled uncommonly high. Easily able to hide... "Garak! No!"

"Doctor! Yes!" With absolute delight, Garak came around the table and escorted Julian to a position which was visually blocked below his chest, but allowed perfect visibility for passerbys to a face already red from blushing.

"I know exactly the candy you're describing, my dear Doctor. I'm afraid I don't know Klor's stock all that well but, if you'll be patient, I'm sure that I saw a box down here somewhere." And with that, Garak dropped to his knees, invisible from the front of the table, but terrifyingly obvious to Julian behind it.

While Julian attempted to keep a slightly bored expression on his face and tap his fingers on a box of chocolate, Garak was busily undoing Julian's pants and removing an already engorged organ. With no preliminaries, a large, wet warmth surrounded Julian's organ and he stifled a cry. This was something Julian had experienced countless times, but the mouth that was sucking him now was nothing less than inspired. Larger than he was used to, his organ more easily slid deep to the back of Garak's mouth and the sucking was accompanied by movements of the tongue that Julian hadn't experienced. It took an effort to remember that his features needed to stay expressionless as his body cried out to actually scream with what was happening to him.

"Do you have any Aldebaran Pudgies?" An elderly lady smiled sweetly at Julian as she waited for his answer. A squeak came out that he immediately swallowed. "I'm afraid I'm just a customer, too. I'm waiting for the proprietor to find a box of chocolates for me. I'm sure he won't be much longer." And neither would he, Julian suddenly realized. "Oh, look," he said, turning toward the window. "Is that the wormhole opening?"

"The wormhole!" Instantly a group of people converged on the table, peering over Julian's shoulder from their side of the table. "Ooohhhh. I'm sorry," Julian gasped, listening to Garak sucking out the last of his precious bodily fluids and swallowing with a smack of lips. "I'm afraid I was mistaken. No wormhole."

From below the table, a voice said softly, "There is a little hole here, but I don't think it's wormy at all." In a moment Garak was on his feet holding two small boxes and Julian no longer felt a draft on his private parts. One box Garak presented to Julian and one, with great ceremony, to the sweet old woman. "Your Pudgies, my dear young lady, and I must say that that was an excellent choice. And you, too, sir, have the most excellent taste. Please come again. I look forward to serving you on any and all occasions."

Dropping a latinum strip on the display, Julian fled.

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"Finally!" Garak came up to the table at Quark's where Julian sat with a nurse from the Infirmary. "I've been looking for you for days. Odo said you were on Bajor."

Knowing this meeting was inevitable, Julian got up from the table and leaned down to the woman, "Be right back." She nodded.

Leading Garak away from the table and out onto the upper level, Julian stopped where they could look down over the balcony to the Promenade. "I'm sorry, Garak. I've got a date right now. Could we talk tomorrow? If you'd like, I'll meet you at the Replimat for lunch." There was a look in Garak's eyes that Julian wished he didn't have to see, but he'd broken up with people before and knew a sharp cut was better than a slow, drawn-out ending. He let his face show friendliness, but nothing more intimate.

"I suppose you're not available tonight."

Julian shrugged and shook his head.

"Julian..."

"Not now, Garak. I have to go. You know what I'm going to tell you tomorrow. Don't make it harder for both of us." And, with that, Julian turned and walked away, certain whose eyes followed his every step till he disappeared from view. Sighing deeply, he put on a wide smile for his date, who was waving. He was looking forward to sinking into familiar softness and letting himself forget about tomorrow.

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Garak was sitting in the back of the Replimat when Julian arrived, his back to the wall so that he could watch Julian's approach. Julian paused long enough to order something and carried it to the table and sat down. He busied himself arranging his place, waiting for Garak to begin the conversation. He'd been here before, though always before with nice young women.

As the silence continued, Julian met Garak's eyes. They confused him because the pleading wasn't there, as it usually was in these sorts of breakups. Well, someone had to start it and if Garak really needed to hear the words. Julian took a deep breath. "I bumped into Commander Sisko on my way from our little sex game. He noticed my package and mentioned he was just going to pick some up himself. Three minutes earlier and I would have been sucked off in front of my boss. I've put years into preparing for this career. I can't lose it because I can't keep my pants closed with you. I'm sorry for my part in getting you into this, but I can't do it again with you. I hope you can accept this because that was the last time I'm going to be with you."

From the floor, Garak picked up a small package and placed it in front of Julian. A smile appeared on Garak's lips, but it was harder than the charming one he usually wore. Very purposefully, he licked his lips, much as Julius had once done.

"Sometime - and I'm not saying when it will happen - that device will sound an alarm. It won't be very loud. There's a display on it that will show a location. Wherever you are, whatever you're doing, I want you to stop and meet me there. I'll assume that unless you're in the middle of a medical emergency, you'll be there within twenty minutes. Don't bring anything with you except a medical kit with as many supplies as you can fit in it. Be prepared for possible surgeries. Expect that you'll be gone for up to a week."

When Julian opened his mouth to object, Garak shook his head. "Where I'm going to take you will be very dangerous. I expect you to keep your head and not to ask me any questions. You'll learn what you need to know when it's necessary." He tapped the device. "Keep it close to you at all times." Then he leaned in close to Julian's ear, breathing the words so that his breath sent chills down Julian's back. "Also expect to be ridden hard. Very hard." He stood up. "And don't be late, unless it's an emergency. I get very impatient." The eye contact seemed to last forever and then he was gone.

Julian sat there, lunch cold and forgotten. Slowly he picked up the device and looked at it. The tiny readout area was dark and empty. For a moment he felt angry and thought he might leave it on the table. But he didn't. Instead he got up, recycled his uneaten lunch and went back to work. The device went with him.

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Five days had passed and everywhere Julian had gone, the device went, too. It sat in his examining room, laid on the table beside his bed, even when company shared it, and traveled to every meeting and meal he had. And all that time it had been mute - a presence that he couldn't forget.

Garak had been nowhere to be found. A sign on his shop said only that he was on vacation and would return the following month at the latest. That was ambiguous enough that it gave Julian no useful information.

Subtle chats with Odo and Quark had yielded the information that Garak wasn't on the station. That, Julian could have told them.

And so he waited. Not that he was celibate in the meantime. Not by any stretch of the imagination. He had collected women wherever one smiled at him, sometimes more than one a day, and banged them into his mattress until they, and he, collapsed. But still the device didn't sound.

He'd almost managed to forget it tonight, there on the night table, as he switched into his fourth position of the night. She was remarkably flexible and he was enjoying seeing which one made her scream the most. He sincerely hoped that these quarters were well soundproofed. The only position he didn't use was Vulcan shelat. For some reason, it made him uncomfortable to feel himself pumping up against her well-rounded derriere. Images flashed through his eyelids, now squeezed shut, that he made sure never stayed beyond the instant they appeared.

She was wet and wide open by now, and he found himself wishing that he was thrusting into something tighter and not quite so lubricated. He was just about to ask how good she was at tightening her vaginal muscles when a soft, but insistent, beeping began. Instantly, he hardened beyond what he'd been able to achieve all night and, for a few strokes, went deep and hard. But in his head he again heard Garak's voice. "Wherever you are, whatever you're doing, I want you to stop." He did.

With no regret, he pulled out and swung himself off the bed. The woman - what was her name - looked confused as he turned off the alarm and looked at the readout. The shuttle bay. Twenty minutes. It would be tight to shower, but he didn't want to go to Garak with her on his cock. He rushed into the shower.

"What's going on?" She stood in the doorway watching him.

"I have to go. Emergency. Let yourself out when you're dressed. Really sorry." Then he was out of the shower, sketchily dried and throwing on a casual outfit. Somehow he knew that his Starfleet uniform was not going to be appropriate. Grabbing his medical case and his go bag he was through the door, ignoring the shouts he could hear behind him.

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"Are you going to tell me NOW what we're doing here?" Julian and Garak, both looking far from their usually immaculate appearances, stood before a nondescript building on a nondescript planet, their somewhat battered and borrowed shuttle left carefully locked with security alarms at a space station that saw almost no traffic these days.

"You want danger. I'm about to introduce you to the nexus of it. Keep your hands away from your pockets, make only glancing eye contact until you're accepted, and stay close enough that we're always in physical contact. And don't put your medical kit down. It will be gone before you can catch a second breath."

"You're kidding me." Julian looked at Garak in total disbelief. Before his eyes, the man that he was used to seeing hardened, and an expression came into Garak's eyes that was cold and unyielding.

"You could be dead in three minutes in there. You won't be if you follow my instructions. Now do we go in, or do we turn around and head back to the station? Your choice."

A chill ran down Julian's back, and his fingers itched for a phaser, something that hadn't even occurred to him when they'd left the ship. Well, why not? For some strange reason, not entirely to do with sex, he had come to trust this man over the time they'd grown so intimate. Whatever Garak had said he'd do, he'd done.

"We go in."

Garak smiled.

Beyond the open door was a bar, a few musicians playing on one side of the room, and tables of men and a few women scattered around the room. When they entered, there was dead silence for a moment, and then total pandemonium.

"Garak!"

"You old bastard!"

"We thought you were dead."

"You hoped I was," Garak said with a smile, one hand locking Julian's hip to his as he walked across the room to where one man leaned on the bar alone. "Swuit. It's been too long." The two men embraced with Julian almost caught between them. A hand reached out and grabbed his penis through his pants and Julian squealed. Garak slapped the hand down with a grin. "None of that. His chastity is locked with tyritium and only I have the key."

Swuit looked Julian up and down and shook his head. "You finally get something decent and THEN you don't share. I just might have to kill you." They hugged again, Julian feeling his face get hot as the hand took one more surreptitious swipe. Men crowded around, but no one else tried to do more than a little rubbing against Julian's front and back that could be put down to the press of bodies. Julian let himself drift next to the bar with Garak in front of him.

"So what have you been up to? I heard some rumor that you were dressmaking somewhere, but I didn't believe it." There was laughter from the group.

"It's perfectly true," Garak announced with a grin. "After all, who was better at cutting than me." He mimed a knife slash. "So when I was forced out of the business..." Murmurs of sympathy came from all directions, "I had to do what I knew best. So now I cut the fabric instead of the customers." That set everyone to laughing.

Garak pounded on the bar. "But I wanted to bring Sawbones here to meet all of you, so listen up. Do any of you remember that it's the third anniversary since Old Tig lost it in that Kalatur bar fight?" A variety of responses showed that few had remembered and most barely remembered the man. "Well, Sawbones here used to be a doctor and, before he settles down to serious drinking for the day, he's still a darn good one. So I decided that to honor Tig, I'm having Sawbones here spend the day looking you guys over and patching up whatever you've broken. All it's going to cost you is some old stories that I told Sawbones he'd enjoy. Nothing that would get him killed, just some blood and guts while he's taking you apart. And one more thing." Garak's voice grew cold. "No grabbing. As I told Swuit, this one's mine and I don't share him." The look he gave the room was hard, and Julian felt relieved to see so many heads nod. "Now, where can we set up his Infirmary?"

Over his shoulder, Garak gestured to the bartender, another Ferengi with a definite resemblance to Quark. "Met!" Garak was grinning. "It's really good to see you're still here. Just remember that while we have to keep Sawbones sober, you can keep the kanar flowing in this direction." An already poured glass swept down the bar, which Garak caught and drank down in one swallow, Julian watching in amazement. "Send the rest of the drinks over there, where they're setting up." He indicated a corner where some men were putting together a makeshift examining table.

As Garak started to move Julian to the new medical center, Swuit put a hand on his arm. Julian watched the interplay as Garak looked at the hand and Swuit removed it. "Stay here, Garak. We should talk. I might have some side business for you."

Garak shook his head and continued moving Julian across the room, Swuit following. "I know this crowd. Where Sawbones goes, I go."

"Good ass?"

Julian's face turned dark red, but Garak seemed to take the question in good humor, as he hugged Julian tighter against his side. "Deep, naturally tight, and he's got muscles where you wouldn't believe they'd exist. You remember those jackasses on Melbourne Two. We had to ride them thirty miles at night in a sandstorm and Old Tig fell asleep because their gait was so smooth, and we had to go back to find him?" Swuit nodded and laughed. "Well, nobody would fall asleep riding this ass. He's got an action that keeps you up and going all night. This one is a definite keeper." Grabbing Julian's hips, Garak did a bump and grind against Julian's rump with a tent pole in his pants that Julian thought might just rip through the fabric. Making appropriate noises to simulate a satisfying conclusion, Garak gave Julian a slight push to the now set up area. There was laughter all around them and Julian wondered if his face was ever going to lose its rosy hue. He strongly suspected not.

Remembering Garak's advice, Julian looked around and pointed at a bulky, hard-looking Andorian. "You. You're the bag guard. For that, I straighten your antenna." The look on the man's face moved through boredom to confusion to understanding to amazement to hero worship and then to rock hardness. "You got it, sir." It was difficult, but Julian managed to keep a straight face. He looked around the group. "Any emergencies?" No one volunteered. "Okay, line up. You. You're first. Lay down while I scan you. You tell me what you think is wrong with you and then I'll tell you what is."

A quick glance at Garak showed the bastard grinning. There was nothing Julian could do but grin back. Then he looked at the scanner he was running over the man's body, and the grin went away as the professional doctor took over.

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"Feeling better," Garak asked as Julian downed his third rotgut vodka.

"I am. You know, some of those men were in real trouble. The injuries! You aren't scarred like that."

That hard look came over Garak's face again. "I'm better at this game than they are. But forget that. Whatever you did for them is better than they would have had, and you should feel good about it."

"They're friends?" Julian looked over the crowd, laughing and drinking, the atmosphere feeling lighter than when they'd first come in.

"Some of them. Some of them have tried to kill me, and some of those are friends, too. It's business. No hard feelings." He moved around to stand in front of Julian who was perched on a bar stool and pulled him by the rump until their groins were grinding together. Julian's erection came up instantly. The instinct to push Garak away was lost in the realization that almost no one was paying attention. What the hell. He grabbed Garak and kissed him hard, letting Garak rub him into a full climax. There must have been a few watching, because he got a few hands of applause. Garak bowed, then came himself. No one seemed to be bothered by their wet pants.

Julian held Garak tight by his butt and kissed him, before very slowly letting him go. "I can't believe you did that."

"We're not the main attraction. Look over to your left."

A fellow Julian recognized as having had a particularly nasty venereal disease was leaning over a table with his pants around his ankles while the one whose ear he had regenerated was pumping enthusiastically into his ass. A line of men were waiting to take their turn.

"Just think," Garak whispered, "how you've improved the general overall health of the population of the town."

"And what happens when the first one I didn't treat comes in and gives them all something new?"

"Well, we could come back periodically and let you run your clinic again." Absent-mindedly, Garak began rubbing against him again.

Pulling Garak by the hips into more intimate contact, Julian began his own bump and grind, letting his face show his pleasure from the rhythmic motions. Garak leaned down and kissed him hard, tongue pushing between Julian's lips and mimicking the rhythm from down below. They both came with tongues entwined and this time there was no applause as the men around them had wandered off into other conversations and activities.

"My pants are ruined," Julian panted into Garak's ear.

"Good, then, that your lover is a tailor. I've got some wonderful cleaning fluid in the ship. Ready to go?"

"Only because I'm ready to come again." Pushing Garak away and getting off the stool, Julian and Garak, still locked at the hip, moved toward the door. "I enjoyed your friends. But how many of the stories I've been hearing are true?"

Garak looked back at the room as the door was closing behind them. "All of them. None of them. Maybe a little of both." They laughed as they walked back to the spaceport.