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Please see part 1 for codes, disclaimer, and warnings.

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Cardinal Attractors, part 6/8
by Penumbra (c) 2004
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When Janeway got to Cairo, it was already late in the evening. A
transport took her from the city centre to the new residential areas
by the river, where among the opulent mansions of the nouveau riche
and the summer houses for Starfleet's brass was the Cardassian
ambassadorial residence. 

She was admitted without much inquiry and one of the dour glinns of
Garak's security detail quickly scanned her for weapons. When none
were found on her, she was given over to what turned out to be the
butler -- a Bajoran man, Janeway noted with some amusement. Without so
much as a word, he took her through the sprawling, massive residence
to a deck that spanned the entire width of the house. Paved with terra
cotta tiles, it opened to a magnificent vista over the Nile; its
gleaming waters were tinted ochre and green by the setting
sun. Scattered about the deck were several groups low chaises longues
and plush seating pillows and she found Garak resting there. He was
wearing loose-fitting white linen pants and tunic and his long limbs
were spread akimbo over several pillows. His face to the sun, his eyes
were closed and a small smile was playing on his lips.

"Hello, Kathryn," he said, not moving or opening his eyes. "I must
say, I do like your perfume."

Janeway started, and then frowned at her own reaction. Of course Garak
would know who she was -- with his better than human sense of smell,
he had probably tracked her even before she'd set foot onto the
deck. Coming to stand next to his lounging form, Janeway folded her
arms across her chest and looked down at him.

"Who is Julian Bashir?"

At her words, Garak finally opened his eyes. They shone in a
disconcerting shade of pale blue and appeared almost fevered in their
intensity. When she spotted the hypospray nestled between the
cushions, Janeway knew it was pharmaceuticals that were causing that
look.

"Someone I used to know a long time ago," Garak said. His voice was
throaty and languid with the drugs in his system. "In a different
life."

Janeway crouched down, uncertain of what to think of the
non-answer. "This was when you were exiled to Deep Space 9?" she
asked. The hot, dry air was making her perspire and she felt her hair
stick to her temples.

Garak's smile had the same sluggish, unsettling quality that was
evident in his voice. "My time aboard Terok Nor is not something I
care to think of often. An unpleasant period," he said and waved his
hand around in an expansive gesture. "Not very different from these
days of misery."

"Is that why you drug yourself -- to forget?" Janeway said, unable to
keep the disapproval from seeping into her voice. "Turning a blind eye
is not a solution, Garak."

"Hypermnesia can be a curse, Kathryn," Garak said, his eyes on the
setting sun. "Memories never fade and nightmares are never
forgotten. It's been two years since I've last been to Cardassia, yet
I can still taste the dust in the air and smell the odour of decaying
bodies as vividly as I did on the days after the Dominion's act of
genocide."

"I'm so sorry," Janeway said. She touched his shoulder in sympathy and
felt the burning heat of his body through the thin linen of his tunic.

Garak turned his head to look at her and his lip curled in disgust. "I
don't need your pity, Starfleet," he said and bared his teeth in an
unkind smile. "My pain is mine to have, no-one else's."

Janeway smiled. "Pity is the last thing I'd dare to offer to you."

Quicker than she could react, Garak rolled off the cushions and
crouched down in front of her. The flickering, predatory way with
which he moved was such an obvious reptilian atavism that Janeway had
to suppress her own primal response that was compelling her to
flee. Instead, she remained unmoving in her crouch and observed
through her unease that she'd again forgotten how dangerous Garak
could be. 

"Then what are you offering, Kathryn?" he asked, voice gone dark and
thick. He flexed his shoulders and there was none of the earlier
drugged indolence left in Garak's moves, only razor-sharp reflexes and
grace that was so very alien that it was hypnotising. "Why did you
come here? Tell me. Please."

Janeway inhaled unsteadily but met Garak's burning gaze. She'd come
all the way to Cairo on business that could've been conducted over a
comm channel, so why indeed had she come? 

"I came to see you," she said. There was a breathless quality to her
voice because as she spoke, she realised she'd come because she had
been curious -- because she could vividly remember how Garak's mouth
had burned on hers, how smooth and warm his skin had been to the
touch, and how much she had wanted him for that fleeting moment at
Picard's party. She'd come, like a dog in heat, and she found it most
curious that she felt little shame in it.

Garak smiled again, his thick forearms resting on his knees and his
body coiled and tense as if ready to pounce. When he licked his lips,
Janeway couldn't help noticing how slender and agile his tongue was. A
frisson of want shot through her at the memory of that tongue in her
mouth and at her idle speculation on what other delights it was
capable of.

"Just to see me?"

Janeway matched his smug smile. "Among other things," she whispered
and leaned forward to press her mouth on Garak's.

In the kiss, she tasted the bitter echo of the drug but the decadent
tang of the forbidden only served to heighten her interest. She felt
the slick texture of Garak's lips and then the fiery heat of his mouth
as she pressed forward, deeper, hearing the sound she made at the back
of her throat when Garak's tongue wrapped around hers. She was half
aware of Garak's hands on her shoulders guiding her up as they stood
but she was too preoccupied to really notice the hands until they slid
into her hair and held her close. 

Their kiss turned almost bruising as they fought for supremacy and
Janeway grasped two handfuls of Garak's linen shirt to haul him
closer. She felt his hands undoing the front catch of her uniform and
she let go of his clothing to move her hands down until they reached
the hem of his tunic. Underneath it, Garak's skin burned with his heat
and Janeway slid her palms across his abdomen and sides. Her breath
caught at the slick, textured feel of scales and the complex network
of ridges she found and she explored the unfamiliar contours as she
pulled back from the kiss, breathless and feeling altogether too hot
in her stifling uniform. 

Garak caught her eye and smiled. "Don't tell me I'm your first alien,"
he said, his voice thick and thrumming with energy as he pushed her
uniform jacket open.

"Not the first alien," Janeway husked, glancing down to see her hands
roaming over Garak's torso under the white, thin fabric of his
shirt. "Just the first Cardassian."

Garak pulled her hands away from him, kissing each palm in turn before
he let go to push the jacket off Janeway's shoulders. "In that case, I
better make a good impression," he said with another small smile. 

"I've no doubt you will."

Hearing the catch in her voice as Garak undid her pants and let them
drop down, Janeway suspected her words were indeed prescient. In
quick, efficient moves, Garak divested her of the last of her clothing
and stepped back. 

Standing naked in front of the setting sun as the hot wind caressed
her skin, Janeway felt vulnerable yet oddly liberated from the
vestiges of her everyday life. It seemed more like a holodeck fantasy
than life: the exotic setting, the delicate colours of the sunset that
made her skin glow warm, and the dark, mysterious alien seducer
standing in front of her with eyes burning so bright she felt liquid
fire in her veins -- all enough to make her painfully aware of how
much she wanted this. Wanted him.

"You are...as beautiful as I imagined, Kathryn," Garak said and the
naked appreciation and want in his voice was almost too much for
Janeway to bear standing unmoving. "Perfect," he muttered, reaching to
touch her chest with the back of his hand. His knuckles slipped down
over the swell of her breast and down her quivering abdomen.

"You have me," Janeway breathed and tugged at Garak's clothing, "at a
disadvantage."

In one smooth yank, Garak pulled his tunic off and tossed it
aside. Seeing the wide, muscled breadth of his chest and the ridges
that traced the contours of his ribcage and shoulders made Janeway's
heart beat faster and when she met Garak's eyes, she felt absolutely
weak in the knees. His pupils were dilated to inky wells of dark
desire, staring at her with naked hunger she'd never seen in any of
her partners. It made her realise what was so different about Garak
when compared to Mark or Cheb or any of the others: for once, there
would be no taboos or doubts, only that which she desired in her
deepest, darkest, most secret fantasies.

Her surprised yelp when Garak lifted her up turned into an
appreciative moan when she was deposited on one of the reclining
chairs and felt Garak's hot weight press down on her. It was an
exquisite feeling to be trapped under him and feel the friction of his
skin against hers, goosebumps skittering all over her body at the
touch. 

"I want to taste every inch of you, Kathryn," Garak's voice whispered
into her ear before his teeth found her earlobe. "Touch you
everywhere...hear you scream my name because it's the only word you'll
remember when I'm through with you." His words slid into an
appreciative murmur when he moved his head down and Janeway could feel
his teeth and tongue graze the tendons on her neck and shoulder. 

"Oh, god," she panted, her eyes closing on their own volition when
that hot mouth traced a fiery path down to her breast and clamped
around her nipple. "Oh, god, oh...Garak!" His name came out as a
strangled scream when she felt teeth around her sensitised nipple,
pain mingling with her pleasure. 

Her other nipple was treated similarly, both teased to painful
hardness by talented lips and teeth and fingers. Janeway had lost her
way with words already; her breath was coming out in gasps and moans
as she raked her fingernails down Garak's back. That and her firm grip
on his neckridges produced low groans deep in Garak's chest -- sounds
Janeway more felt that heard against her inflamed skin. She focused
her attention on the ridges, pinching and kneading them until she
could feel the blossoming heat in them. 

As Garak made his torturously slow way down her shivering body,
Janeway could feel his erection against her leg, still inside his
loose pants and twitching as he slid further down. The thought of his
hard length inside her made a new wave of moisture pool at the apex of
her legs and when Garak finally reached his target and his hot breath
was on her most intimate flesh, Janeway almost came right there and
then. 

"Please...don't tease, Garak," she moaned as she felt his mouth trace
the contours of her muscles, nipping at the skin on the insides of her
thighs with small bites. 

"If there is a tease here, it's not me," Garak said and his low, rough
voice barely audible. He rubbed his nose against her sex and it made
Janeway see stars. "Because that's what you are, Kathryn. A
temptress."

"We'll debate th-- oh god!" 

Whatever she was going to say Janeway promptly forgot when she finally
felt Garak's tongue press down on her wetness. He traced the shapes of
her labia and lapped up the moisture with small, appreciative murmurs
that Janeway mirrored in breathless, pleading moans. The need
throbbing in her was a living thing, her world centered on the
pleasure building inside her. 

Intensely pleasant as it was, it seemed like an endless wait before
his tongue finally sought out her clit and when it did, Janeway's
mouth opened in a wordless scream. Arching her back to push more of
her into his mouth, she felt every firm, skilled stroke of his tongue
push her higher until she could do nothing but lay there and let the
waves of exquisite pleasure wash over her. 

"Garak, I'm...oh, right there," she moaned, near incoherent as her
hand tangled into Garak's hair. "I'm going to...oh god oh GOD!"

Her words turning into a scream, Janeway squeezed her fistful of
Garak's hair with whitened knuckles as she came. Her peak was fierce,
sudden and savage in its intensity; for that endless moment, she was
blind to all else but the sensations coursing through her body; all
that she could feel was her white-hot pleasure.

Slowly, she came down from her orgasm and back into her quivering body
that jerked with aftershocks. Garak's mouth was still on her sex,
sending sparks through her fried nerves, but Janeway had no words with
which to protest; all she could do was to focus on catching her ragged
breath. Tugging feebly on Garak's braid, she caught his attention and
he obeyed the unsaid command, his hands and mouth tracing fiery paths
up her torso. It wasn't until he laid down between her spread legs
that Janeway found words again, prompted by the feel of something hot
and heavy pressing against her opening. 

"You're not--" she began, a pronounced rasp in her breathless voice,
but didn't bother to finish her sentence. She opened her eyes and
looked up at Garak, poised above her and his body heaving with his
deep inhalations. There was a look of raw desire on his face. 

"You taste so very alive, Kathryn," he whispered and bent his head
down to kiss her. Janeway could taste her musky, heady essence in the
kiss and felt disappointed when he pulled back. "It is...quite
irresistible," he added breathily. 

Before Janeway could formulate a reply, Garak had captured her lips
again. As she instinctively spread her legs wider apart she could feel
the thick head of his cock push its way into her and the delicious
feel of it turned her blood to fire again. She moaned her approval
into the kiss, sucking at Garak's tongue as more of his hard length
slid into her. It was almost too much: she felt too tight and out of
breath as his considerable girth stretched her to her limits. Tearing
her mouth away from his, Janeway threw her head back and inhaled in
great, open-mouthed gulps as she fought to relax her inner muscles
that burned with the strain.

"Oh...oh, god. You're so..." she panted, feeling the throb of his
hardness inside her. It was the most erotic thing she'd ever felt in
her life, the shiver of his scales against her skin and inside her.

"I'm so...what, Kathryn?" Garak murmured against her neck. "Adequate?"

Janeway hissed in pleasure when he bit down on her
shoulder. "Different," she said and barely stifled a scream when Garak
slid further into her in a torturously slow push. "Perfect," she
amended in a whisper, eyes closed as she enjoyed her
abandon. "Just...oh god...so very perfect."

Slowly, he filled her completely and when he shifted, his groin ridges
rubbed against her distended clit. Janeway wanted to scream again but
couldn't, not even when Garak pulled out only to slide in again. The
feel of his hardness, textured yet slick and almost too big, was
beyond rational thought for Janeway; all she could do was groan in
perfect pleasure whenever Garak's shaft impaled her, the slow dance of
his body above hers maddening and more arousing than anything she'd
ever felt. 

>From the warmth coiling in her abdomen, she knew she was close to
coming again and judging from Garak's harsh panting and his
ever-frantic motions, he was not far behind. Shifting her pelvis,
Janeway almost passed out when Garak's strokes suddenly brushed at a
hidden spot inside her that brought her to new heights of pleasure. 

"Garak...that feels just...oh god, oh," she whispered, fevered,
grasping Garak's neck ridges as hard as she could. He threw back his
head and roared something incomprehensible, driving his throbbing
length into her so hard she saw stars.

"*Shel'kta, mek*," Garak growled into the sky. He lowered his head to 
her neck and Janeway could feel his hot breath, coming in sync with
his thrusts. "Kathryn, oh, Kathryn...*shel'kta*."

The sound of her name coming in that primal, thick voice coupled with
the feel of his cock in her was the final push for Janeway. She closed
her eyes and her words nothing but a hoarse scream, she came with fury
she'd never before experienced. Toes curling in pleasure and every
muscle pulled taut, she rode the waves of her bliss that seemed to go
on endlessly. She didn't feel Garak bite down on her shoulder hard
enough to draw blood but she did feel his cock grow even thicker as
her contracting muscles squeezed it, milking out every drop of his
seed when he came into her tight confines. 

Gradually, still breathless, Janeway floated back into her body. She
felt sticky and warm in the cooling night air, pleasure tingling in
every nerve ending and quivering muscle. She had no strength left to
resist when Garak rolled off both her and the chaise longue and it
took her some minutes to catch her breath and gather enough energy to
open her eyes. Turning to her side, Janeway looked down at Garak with
heavy-lidded eyes.

"That was nice," she whispered, hearing the smug, sated tone of her
voice.

Garak was sprawled boneless on his back over various cushions and he
didn't open his eyes when he smiled at her words. "To say the least,"
he said, breathing with a pronounced rasp in his voice.

Shivering with her aftershocks, Janeway gazed at him and smiled. His
broad, muscled torso was heaving with each breath and she could see
his scales shiver as the excess blood drained from them. Strands of
hair had gotten loose from his braid and clung to his shoulders and
chest that were gleaming with perspiration and their combined
fluids. Reaching down, Janeway brushed the hair back, admiring the
play of light on the sharp planes and hollows of Garak's body.

Moving her eyes further down, she studied the ornamental fractals of
his scales that gleamed in the waning light and the thick, blood-black
column of his erection that still jutted up from its ridged base. At
the sight of it, Janeway smiled as desire blossomed anew in her. 

"More?"

Garak opened his eyes and they shone with calm intent and want. "Do
you even need to ask?" he replied, glancing pointedly down at
himself. 

With still slightly trembling limbs, Janeway slid off the chair to
straddle Garak's upper thighs. Grasping his cock firmly with one hand,
she leaned forward and smiled at Garak's involuntary gasp.

"This time," she husked and gave the thick, slick shaft a firm stroke,
"we do it my way."

"However you want, Kathryn," Garak replied, breathless, his hands
clasped on her thighs. 

Janeway squeezed the heavy, hot weight of his cock and felt his rapid
pulse against her palm. His leg muscles flexed under her as she looked
down at him and touched the three ridges that adorned his hardness,
recalling how absolutely inflaming they had felt inside her. 

Looking back up, Janeway caught Garak's eye. "I think I want to learn
what you taste like...Elim," she whispered and licked her lips in
anticipation. She wondered if he would taste as intoxicating and musky
as his pheromones seemed to promise.

Garak's smile would've been almost serene if it hadn't been quite so
lascivious. "Please, go right ahead. I won't stop you."

Janeway mirrored his smile dreamily and all her earlier doubt and
hesitation were gone. "I just bet you won't."

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End of part 6/8.



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