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Subject: [ASCEM-S] NEW DS9 Suffer... NC-17 G/B 2/2
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Hey there everyone!

Here's the second half as promised! :-D

Again without further adoes or don'ts onto the rest of the story! :-D

Whence Last We Left Our Heroes:



"Then you shall have it." Garak suddenly hissed, and flipped
Julian over until he was flat on his back, then pulled the rest of
the uniform down the Human's unresistant body.

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	Julian's nails raked down Garak's back, and he crushed his
mostly naked body upward against the other man.  He threw his head
back and panted wildly, almost hysterically, as the grey fingers,
calloused through years of tailoring, passed over his sensitized
nipples.  He reached up and literally hauled the Cardassian's head
down to his, and Garak's tongue plundered the soft, moist depths of
the Human's more than ready, willing mouth.

	Without warning, Garak changed position and his shaft
suddenly dangled in Julian's face.  The Cardassian wrapped his arms
around Julian's thighs and exposed the hidden center of Julian's
body.  For a moment, Garak sucked on his own fingers, then pushed one
past the muscle that contracted around the digit as it invaded the
younger man's quaking body.

	Julian cried out, pressed upward, which pushed the finger
deeper into him.  He opened his mouth wide and took Garak's dangling
shaft into it.  He writhed under the Cardassian as another finger
joined the first, and the younger man's thrusts were as mindless as
the muffled moans he made around the heavy member that threatened, at
times, to choke him.  A third finger made sure that Julian was ready
for a complete coupling, and Garak pulled himself out of Julian's
mouth at the exact same moment he pulled his fingers from the heated
center that had so willingly allowed him access.

	Slick with his own dripping fluid and Julian's saliva, he
positioned himself before Julian and lifted his feet over his
shoulders, around his neck.  He gripped the golden hips in his hands
and placed the hard head of his painfully rigid shaft against the
opening he had prepared.

	"You want this?"  He demanded, his voice gravelly, and Julian
whimpered and dug his nails into the Cardassian's upper arms.

	"Yes!"  He almost sobbed.  "Gods yes!  Damn it Garak, just
fuck me!"

	In answer, Garak pushed gently forward, and Julian growled
then impaled himself on the rod that heated his body with a flash of
pain, and he arched sharply in reaction to it.  A moment later, he
collapsed and threw his head back as Garak pulled almost all the way
out, then pushed back in.  Julian writhed, moaned, and cried out in
wanton abandon as Garak finally gave him what he had craved for so
many years.

	The Cardassian's thrusts and withdrawals were almost violent
in nature, though they weren't violating, and sweat ran from both men
as the rhythm between them sped up dramatically as they both climbed
toward their respective peaks.  Julian all but screamed as Garak
suddenly struck his inner pleasure center and unintelligible sobs and
what might have been pleas were ripped from him as Garak pounded into
him again and again.

	Suddenly, Julian's entire body seized and froze completely
solid.  His fingernails broke through the skin on Garak's arms, his
neck and back arched severely upward, and his mouth opened in a
soundless scream as his body climaxed violently.  The resultant force
of his convulsive orgasm threw Garak forward, and he gripped the
Human's slender, bony shoulders in his hands as he threw back his
head and howled out his own completion.

	When it was over, he collapsed heavily onto Julian, who let
his arms flop lifelessly to his sides. They both heaved for breath as
their heartbeats slowly returned to normal, their blood pressure
lowered, and their bodies cooled.

	"Oh yes.  I definitely needed that.  Thank you, Garak."
Julian breathed, and the Cardassian raised his head slightly then
looked into the Human's completely satiated, exhausted eyes.

	"I believe I was rather in need of some . . . tension
relief . . . myself.  I Thank YOU, doctor."  He inclined his head
and  Julian giggled giddily as he languidly reached up and stroked a
hand through Garak's sweaty hair.

	"I'd say that was just what the doctor ordered.  And who
should have ordered it years ago."

	"I think you may be correct about that."  Garak looked into
Julian's eyes and frowned slightly.  "But, doctor, you know that this
really changes nothing about where I stand on matters.  If we ever
get home again, if this war is ever over, and should I get to return
to Cardassia, I will."

	Julian groaned and closed his eyes.  "Damn it all, Garak,
don't spoil what was possibly the best orgasm of my life with talk of
the future.  We don't know if we even HAVE a future, and I'm sick of
thinking about it . . ."

	"My apologies, doctor."  The Cardassian looked down the
length of the two of them and slowly drew out of Julian, then flopped
onto his back.  "But I am afraid we are going to have to think about
the future just a little bit at least."

	"Oh?"  Julian yawned mightily, and ran a hand over his
eyes.  "Why?"

	"Because we are in the cargo bay where there are no
replicators, and I'm afraid I left my sewing kit in my quarters.  The
state of our clothing, not to mention the rather . . . painful,
obvious, and sundry bruises and scratches, is going to be rather
difficult to explain should we see anyone in the halls."

	Julian groaned, dragged himself to a sitting position, and
slid back into what he could of his uniform.  There was barely enough
to put back on, and he blinked at the total extent of the
damage.  "Oh damn.  This is not going to look good."  His brows
furrowed in concentration as Garak rearranged his abused, wrinkled
clothing as well as he could.  "I suppose we can say we got into a
fight . . ."

	"That might work."  The Cardassian agreed, but he looked
doubtful as he stood, and Julian shrugged.

	"I'm sure the last thing they'd think is that we had an
absolutely madcap, torrid sexual romp in the cargo bay."  Julian
exhaled a loud, deep breath.  "But, I suppose we'd better get going
before anyone comes in."  He held his hand up and Garak pulled him to
his feet, where he swayed dizzily.

	"Are you all right, doctor?"  Garak asked worriedly, and
Julian grinned.

	"Garak, I'm more okay right now than I've been in two years.
And once I've eaten about ten pounds of food, drank about a gallon of
water, took an hour long shower, and slept for fourteen hours, I'll
be absolutely perfect."

	"I'm sure those are all very admirable, but quite
unattainable goals - particularly on this mission and on this ship."
Garak laughed and the two of them left the cargo bay.  Unfortunately
for them, they hadn't walked very far before their fears were made
into reality.

	"What the hell happened to you two!?"  Miles's voice
demanded, and Garak and Julian exchanged guilty glances as they
turned and faced not only the Chief, but Captain Sisko as well.

	"We got into a fight."  They answered in unison, and the
other two looked them over, blinked at each other, then looked back,
and while Sisko's expression revealed nothing of his inner thoughts,
Miles looked amused if not slightly uncomfortable.

	"You realize I could confine you two to your individual
quarters for that."  Sisko frowned.  "Gentlemen, I need each and
every person on this crew to be ready and available at any moment.  I
don't want to call on you and have you coming to the bridge looking
like something the cat dragged in."

	"Yes, Sir.  I'm sorry, Sir.  It won't happen again, Sir."
Julian apologized profusely, and Sisko nodded.

	"Then, I trust that means that you two worked things out
and . . . settled . . . things and that there'll be no further . . .
incidents . . ."

	"Oh, Captain, I can assure you, we have settled things quite
amicably between us."  Garak inclined his head and smiled calmly even
as Julian struggled mightily to keep what he knew was a huge, rather
vapid looking grin off his face.

	"I just bet you have."  Miles grinned, obviously highly
entertained, and the other two looked at him at what they hoped was
at least innocently, if they couldn't manage blandly.

	"Chief."  Sisko warned, even as the corners of his mouth
turned up slightly, as he obviously fought a grin as well, then shook
his head.  "Look.  I realize this has been a tough trip on all of us,
and it's not going to get any easier.  However, I expect my officers,
and others, to act with some self-control and confine the . . .
fights . . . to off-duty hours and away from public places."  He
blinked, and Julian and Garak exchanged glances and were glad that
Sisko was gentlemen enough not to call them on their
indiscretion.  "Now, though, doctor."  He continued.  "I believe your
duty shift ended ten minutes ago, so I suggest you return to your
quarters, shower, eat, and get some rest."  He frowned at Garak, who
merely blinked back at him.  "And as for you, Mister Garak, I'll
trust you to see that he does as ordered. "  He scowled at
Julian.  "You may be Enhanced, but you are not superhuman and you do
need to rest."

	"Yes, Sir."  Julian acknowledged the Captain's concern and
Garak once more inclined his head.

	"I will do as you say, Captain."  He answered with the same
calm in his voice that was reflected on his face.

	"You heard him, Garak."  Miles narrowed his eyes.  "He needs
to rest."  His eyes flickered back to the doctor.  "And that, Julian,
means sleeping.  It doesn't mean reading or . . ."  He glanced at
Garak, then eyed Julian.  "Fighting."

	"To be quite honest with you, Miles, I really don't feel up
to doing anything else but sleep."  Julian couldn't stop what he knew
was the stupid, sated grin that suddenly plastered itself all over
his face, and he gave up trying.  "In fact, I shall do what you have
ordered, Captain,  and place myself in Garak's more than capable
hands.  He will, I'm sure, make sure that I follow my orders to the
letter."

	"I have learned, Doctor,  that you have a distinct will of
your own, and that you are not very inclined to listen to good
advice, no matter who it comes from.  However, since the Captain has
given both of us the orders personally, I will do my utmost to see
that they are followed."  Garak bowed once more, and the two men
smiled as the nuances of the conversation weren't lost on anyone, and
they all knew it.

	"Then I will bid you both good night, Doctor.  Mister Garak."
Sisko said.  "I expect not to see either of you until the morning
duty shift begins."

	"Good night, Sir."  Julian smiled.  "Miles."

	"Julian.  Garak."  The Chief said, and once more Garak bowed,
and the two other men went on their way.  No sooner had they left
than Garak turned on Julian and snorted.

	"Oh no, my dear Doctor.  They'd never think we'd had an
absolutely madcap, torrid sexual romp in the cargo bay, would they?"

	Julian almost doubled over in laughter and he inhaled deeply
as he forced himself to calm. "Well, with you bowing at them every
five seconds, how could they NOT think we were doing something other
than what we said we were!?"

	"Me?"  Garak was the consummate picture of injured
innocence.  "My dear doctor, YOU are the one who couldn't keep
the  `I just got laid, aren't you jealous' grin from your face, and
I'm quite sure you have never called Captain Sisko `Sir' quite so
many times in one conversation.  A blind and deaf monk could have
guessed what we'd done with your inability to contain yourself."

	"Ah, Garak, just forget it.  I'm too tired for your form of
flirting right now.  And as for the Captain and the others, since all
that happened was that we got warned to be a bit more discreet, I'm
going to assume that if they aren't comfortable with the idea of us
having sex, at least they're not going to openly condemn us." Julian
waved his hand in dismissal of the entire incident and rolled his
shoulders tiredly.  "But as for right now, I've been ordered to go to
my quarters and do just what I was planning on doing anyway.  And you
were told to make sure I did just that."  He looked at Garak and
sighed as his entire aspect suddenly reflected nothing but worn-out
seriousness.  "And, by the way, Garak, I do know what you'll do when
we get home *and* when this war is over, and I'm prepared to face the
consequences of any actions we undertake together before then.  But,
I believe the question now is, what do we do from this moment to
that?"

	Garak merely blinked and silently they walked to the door of
Julian's quarters.  Together they stood before it as he keyed it
open, then spoke once more, and his tone contained the same
seriousness.

	  "So, tell me, Garak.  Do I enter these quarters with a
friend or with a lover?"

	Garak inhaled deeply, looked into the brown eyes that gazed
steadily back at him, and accompanied the man inside.


THE END!

And that, my friends, concludes our tale!  Please keep all hands and
arms inside until the ride comes to a complete stop!

Thanks ever so much for your attention and I hope to be able to
entertain you, if indeed that's what I've done, again! :-D

Ever a friend,
Charon





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