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Subject: [ASCEM-S] NEW DS9: A Dream Anniversary (G/B) 1/1 [R]
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Title: A Dream Anniversary 
Author: Ainzfern
Originally written for the "Dares Of Scales" list.
Series: DS9
Code: G/B 
Rating: R (More silliness more naughty, LOL!)
Parts: 1/1
Disclaimer: Paramount owns STAR TREK ... etc and so on and so forth! 
My only pay here is personal joy
Summary: Definite PWP. See challenge below. 
the use of a dream catcher, the words `obstinate', `vexed' and 
`juvenile' must be used. The sentence `Look dragon breath, I couldn't 
care less' and `Okay, that just isn't natural!' have to be used too. 
***


A Dream Anniversary

Garak turned to the bathroom mirror one final time, smoothed back his 
glossy black hair and adjusted the collar on his gorgeous, (even if 
he *did* say so himself), Andorian Velvet tunic. He nodded, satisfied 
with the image that stared back at him.

//I don't care *what* that obstinate little Chief O'Brien says. Plum 
is *very* good color for a Cardassian.//

He left the bathroom and stopped suddenly, staring in puzzlement at 
his charming... //Most of the time,// beloved, Julian Bashir.

"My dear?" he asked mildly. "Why, and I realize that I may not want 
to know the answer to this, are you *standing* on the bed?"

Julian flashed him a brilliant smile before returning his attention 
to the light fitting above the bed head, and the strange object he 
was fastening to it. "Good evening, Elim. You look spiffy."

//*Spiffy*?// Garak fought to keep from rolling his eyes. // Good 
*grief*, his turn of phrase leaves me vexed at times, it really 
does!// His eyes lingered for a while on the lean, taut lines of 
Julian's legs and buttocks. //Mind you, I can *certainly* live with 
it.//

"What are you doing, Julian?" he repeated patiently.

"I'm hanging a dream catcher," Julian replied. He tightened one final 
delicate knot and stepped back, admiring his handiwork. "There. All 
done."

Garak stared at the unfamiliar little creation. It was a strange 
object, a small circular structure interwoven with somehow compelling 
patterns of bright threads and colorful hanging beads. Very pretty 
but...

"A dream..." He paused, eye ridges raised.

"Catcher," Julian finished for him, jumping down from the bed and 
kissing him soundly. "I've got the holosuite booked for 1900 hours, 
love. Just give me a minute to fresh up and change, and then we'll 
go." He moved into the bathroom and turned on the water shower.

"Of course," Garak murmured absently, eyes still on the dream 
catcher. He blinked, shaking himself slightly and went back into the 
bathroom. 

"Julian?" he asked, leaning against the hand basin.

"Yes, Elim?" Julian replied from under the spray. 

"Uh..." Garak's mind wandered off on a break for a moment while his 
senses took the opportunity to catalogue the sight of Julian Bashir, 
naked and sleek and being sluiced with hot water.

The Cardassian swallowed. //Nnnngghhh...//

His brain came back on line and he took a breath, remembering what he 
wanted to ask. "This `dream catcher'..."

"Yes?" Julian stepped out and Garak handed him a towel.

"What is its purpose?"

Julian smiled. "It's supposed to capture your dreams for you."

"I see."

Vigorously toweling his hair, Julian continued. "It's from the 
indigenous cultures of the American continent on Earth."

"Ah."

Julian shimmied into a flowing black satin tunic over a pair of 
tight, *tight* black pants. 

Garak swallowed again. //Nnnngghhh...//

"Jake Sisko gave it to me," Julian continued, oblivious to the silent 
hormonal homage being paid by his lover. "He brought it back with him 
from his last trip home."

"Julian, I'm not entirely sure that I *want* my dreams to be 
captured." Garak's face grew slightly worried. "Some sub-conscious 
images are best left fading into the morning."

"It's only a fanciful notion, Elim." Julian smiled at him 
fondly. "Just a pretty object of beads and thread. I don't expect it 
to actually *work*" He stepped back and held out his arms. "Well? How 
do I look?"

"You look..." //I could make a *feast* of you, Julian, did you know 
that? I could rip that material off your body to expose a far 
lovelier satin to my eyes. I could *suck* you the *death*. I could 
throw you, wanton and naked and spread out across our dining room 
table and lick that sweet, sweet cock of yours until you were 
screaming and coming and *begging* for more,// "...quite beautiful, 
dear."

Julian's smile was stunning. "Shall we go, then?" He held out his 
hand.

Garak took it gently. "Let's do."

**** 

"Look dragon breath, I couldn't care less! Not about *you* and not 
about your *stupid* little excuses. If I catch you at it again, I'll 
ram your closed circuit *security* monitor right down your throat!!"

Julian and Garak entered Quark's to find the little Ferengi 
proprietor cringing behind the bar. Leaning over it, her huge eyes 
blazing with fury, was DS9's own four-foot-nothing of ambulatory 
dynamite, Major Kira.

"I swear! I *swear*, it's only for security purposes!" Quark was 
insisting. 

"So why were you *watching* it while Dax and I were running the steam 
bath program?!" Kira bellowed.

Quark blinked. "Who told you tha... *Morn*!!"

The Lurian shrugged, managing to convey in that one small gesture 
that he'd much rather be in Quark's bad books than Major Kira's, 
because quite frankly, Quark's was less painful.

"Uhm, excuse me," Julian interrupted politely. "Quark, I was 
wondering if I could have that holosuite rod I booked? Y'know... 
while you're still able to hand it to me?" He cast a brief 
understanding look at the fuming Major.

Without taking his eyes of her, Quark slowly reached to the shelf 
behind him and found the data rod, tossing it onto the bar. "There 
you are, Doctor. Two hours, right?"

Julian inspected the rod carefully, ensuring that it was the right 
one. "That's what I paid for, Quark." He nodded at the Major and led 
his amused love up the spiral staircase to the holosuites.

"Ah, Julian?" Garak asked thoughtfully as the entered the suite.

"Yes, love?"

"Are you sure this is wise, dear? I mean I'm no prude..."

"Oh, I *know*." Julian smiled a slow, sexy smile.

//Nnnnggghhh...// "It's <COUGH> just that the idea of Quark... well, 
*spying* on us though a closed circuit monitor make my scales crawl."

"Oh I shouldn't worry too much about that." Julian patted his arm 
gently. "Even *if* he manages to placate the Major, I doubt that he'd 
be at all interested in seeing what *we* get up to."

Garak looked slightly affronted. "Why not?"

"No breasts."

"Ah." Garak nodded sagely. "He's quite the juvenile, isn't he?"

Julian laughed and initiated the program.

Garak looked around. Quite frankly, he was impressed. 

At the edge of a sheer cliff top was a large damask covered table 
with two chairs, the placement of which afforded an uninterrupted 
view of a jagged chasm. A mixture of glittering quartz and wind-
polished black rock reflected back the glorious colors of the morning 
sky - every imaginable tone of amber and gold in the spectrum. A 
spectacular Cardassian sunrise over the Demarkke Gorge.

"Why, Julian!" Garak said with unfeigned delight. "This is *most* 
pleasing!"

"Happy anniversary, love." Julian kissed him tenderly. "Dinner?"

Garak gave him a somewhat perplexed smile. "Of course, my dear, 
but... anniversary? Did I miss something?"

Julian flushed a little as he waved Garak to his chair and uncorked a 
fine bottle of Kanar. "Well, I know we're not actually married, but 
it *has* been a full year since our first *official* date. That's a 
milestone in itself, wouldn't you say."

Garak raised his glass. "Indeed I would, Julian. To us."

Julian smiled lovingly at him. "To us, Elim."

"And to all those who said we'd never last. How I wish they were here 
so that I could help them off the edge of the cliff."

"Elim!" Julian laughed.

"So," Garak looked around brightly. "I'm assuming that you have 
arranged a special meal just for this occasion?"

Julian's eyes glinted wickedly. Garak, who had come to recognize that 
particular expression, suddenly sat up sharply in his chair as parts 
of his body that he didn't care to name began to pay some *serious* 
attention. 

"Yes I have, my love," Julian purred with a slow-burn smile. He set 
their glasses to one side and reached down under his chair. He pulled 
out a beautiful blown glass bottle and presented it to Garak with a 
flourish.

Garak glanced at the label. "Yamok sauce?"

"One of your favorites isn't it?"

"Yes, I'm very fond of it, but..." He looked at the sparse 
table. "Exactly what am I going to have it with?"

Julian rose out of his chair and crawled slowly across the tabletop 
to his lover. He kissed him seriously for a while before pulling away 
slightly to look into the Cardassian's dazed and dilated eyes. 

"Me, Elim," he purred softly.

//Nnnnggghhhh!!!!//

There was a brief whisper of ruffling material, followed by the sound 
of a cork being removed from a bottleneck by hasty teeth and then 
spat across the table. After that came a series of judicious but 
slightly obscene slurping sounds and then...

"Oh dear *GOD*, Elim! Where did you learn to do *that*?!"

***** 

Downstairs, in Quark's back office, the little Ferengi suddenly 
sprayed an entire mouthful of Denubian Sweet Wine over his closed 
circuit monitor screen. 

"Okay, *that* just isn't natural!" he said to the room in general. 

Shuddering slightly, he switched off the monitor and reapplied the 
ice pack to his eye.

***** 

On the other side of the station, in a dark bedroom, above the bed 
head, a little dream catcher glowed softly and prepared to catch its 
first precious dream.

END
Ainzfern...





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