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Hey there everyone!

Here we are again, and as promised I have another story for your
perusal or approval or unapproval or whatever you feel! :-D

Series: Deep Space Nine
Title: Blackmail
Author: Charon
Feedback: If you so desire, send it to kwaigoncainejinn@yahoo.com
Pairing: Garak/Bashir
Rating: NC-17 -- mainly for language
Warning: Can't think of any, but if there is something I should be
warning people about, feel free to let me know! :-D
Author's Notes: Can't really think of anything for this either . . .
This Space For Rent

So again without further ado and so on and so forth. . . to the
tale! :-D


Complete And Total Fantasy
Deep Space Nine
Blackmail
By Charon

Started: 06-10-03
Completed: 12-12-03

	Julian blinked as he looked at the Cardassian in his medical
office, and couldn't believe what he'd heard.

	"You want to assassinate him?"  He repeated.  "But, why?
What's he done to you?"

	"He killed someone I cared about . . ."  Came the calm
answer, and Julian sighed.

	"Yes, I see.  Apparently he's done that a lot.  But why seek
revenge now?  He's been an exile here for quite a long time now.
But, more importantly, why are you telling me?"

	"Well . . ."  The man smiled and sat back arrogantly.  "I
have eyes, and I can see he cares about you, and you about him, am I
right?"

	Julian's eyes narrowed, and he slipped into his `Bashir,
Julian Bashir' personality.  "We have enjoyed a certain . . .
relationship . . . over the years.  Why?"

	"I would enjoy playing with his little toy."  The
Cardassian's smile turned even more predatory than it had been
previously, and the only thing that kept Julian from showing his
revulsion at the man's intimation, was the need to protect his
friend.  "But, I'm not stupid either.  I know about your
enhancements, and I also know that as a doctor, you know ways to kill
someone and make it look like an accident."  Julian acknowledged the
man's words with a slight bow of his head, and had no plans to
correct his impressions.  "And I'm not stupid enough to fall into
that with you.  You are also a man of honor, who, once he gives his
word, will keep it.  So am I."  His lips quirked upwards, and Julian
frowned.

	"Just exactly what are you saying?"  He asked, and the man
leaned forward.

	"I'm saying that I want to spoil Garak's `perfect' exile.  I
want to take something he cares for, and you, Dr. Bashir, are the one
thing that makes this place tolerable for him.  If you don't want him
to suffer a horrible and slow death, I suggest you agree to be with
me."

	"Be with you."  Julian knew what the man was getting at, and
it completely revolted him, but he also knew he had very little
choice.

	"As in I want you to service me sexually.  I want you to
absolutely submit your body to me and do whatever I desire."

	Julian sat back and released a breath.  He was in over his
head, and he knew it.  He'd never done anything to or for Garak that
involved sexual relations, but the only way the man across from him
would leave Garak alone, was if Julian gave him his body to use as he
would.  In fact, Julian had only ever been with two other men before,
and one of those had been a one night stand out of loneliness and
desperation.  He leaned forward, and inhaled deeply.

	"Terms."  He said, his voice flat, and the other man grinned.

	"Good for you.  I knew you were a man of reason.  I want you
on my ship, in my quarters tomorrow night.  I want some enthusiasm
too."  He grinned cruelly.

	"Of course.  Now if you'll excuse me, I've got work to do."

	"I shall go and prepare for you, my delectable human toy."


%                         %                        %


	The preparations that Julian had needed to make involved
studying anything and everything about Cardassian sexuality that he
could find.  Quite a bit of it repulsed and terrified him, but he
knew that he had to be everything the other Cardassian expected him
to be if he were to pull off his charade.

	Finally, as prepared as he knew he was, there were three more
things he had to do.  Even after all his research, he knew there was
no way he would be able to be what the Cardassian wanted . . . not
without `help'.  He shivered and licked his lips as he went to the
hypospray storage chamber, mixed three drugs together, and injected
them into his neck. One was a particularly strong analgesic which he
knew he'd need before the night was over, the other a strong
inhibition remover, and the last was a well known 'date rape' drug
that, while it wouldn't make the memory of his debouchment disappear,
it certainly would make it easier to handle.

	Finally, the time had come, and Julian knew that he couldn't
put it off any longer, no matter how much he wished he could.  With
his heart in his throat, he dressed in his normal uniform, but
underneath, he wore what he had read as being the traditional
catamite outfit for a Cardassian elder.

	With his preparations made, he went to the ship as directed,
and blanked his mind of all but his mission.  He knew that the only
way he was going to get through the night was to pretend it was some
Holosuite program, and as the drugs in his system kicked in, the door
to the Cardassian's chambers opened.	

	"Right on time, Doctor."  He grinned widely.  "I like
punctuality in a man."

	"I assumed as much."  Julian nodded.  "Do you want me to
pretend I'm here of my own volition, or do you want a slave?"
	"Are you so forward with Garak?"

	"What Garak and I share you wouldn't have any understanding
of, for if you did, you wouldn't want to destroy him by using
me . . . nor would you want to destroy me by using me against him."

	"So dramatic, Doctor."  The Cardassian smiled, and Julian
blinked.

	"Truthful."  He shrugged, then sighed.  "But look, I'm here
and I'm willing to do what you want.  Are you going to talk me to
death all night, or do you want to get down to business?"

	"I thought to make this as pleasant for both of us."  The
Cardassian grinned and Julian rolled his eyes.

	"You've blackmailed me into saving Garak with my body. You
can't honestly believe I want to pretend this is anything that is
remotely pleasant other than from a physical aspect.  I have no
intention of being nice to you outside of that bed."  He indicated
the utilitarian styled, though luxuriously draped, item in the middle
of the room.

	"I see.  Then let's get to it, shall we?"  The lust that lit
up the Cardassian's face as he advanced on Julian, almost sent the
human fleeing from the room, but he took a deep breath, and forced
himself not to move.  The Cardassian's voice was thick with want, and
he grinned at Julian.  "Strip for me."  He ordered, and Julian slowly
undid his uniform.

	Inch by slow inch, the outfit beneath, which consisted of
bits of leather wrapped around his neck, chest, arms, waist, and
legs, and the small loincloth that covered his manhood, was
revealed.  The Cardassian actually panted, and he all but lunged for
the golden flesh that had been revealed to him.

	He unwound the first bit of leather from Julian's chest, and
pushed Julian to his knees before him.  Julian knew that he was going
to be hit with the leather, but was unprepared for it, even as the
Cardassian gripped the leather collar around his neck and literally
shoved the human's face into his scaled groin.  Julian was forced to
take the Cardassian into his mouth, and as the man, with no regard
what-so-ever for Julian's comfort, pumped in and out of his mouth, he
flayed Julian's bare back with the leather.

	Each part of Julian's body that was revealed that night was
beaten, and it all culminated into his being tied to the bed by the
leather at his wrists and ankles.  Thanks to the drugs he'd taken
previously, Julian's body enjoyed what was done to him that
night . . . no matter how much his mind screamed out in protest
against it.

	Finally, when the long night of painful debauchery was over,
Julian knew he couldn't show any weakness, no matter what, and he
pressed his lips grimly, and painfully together as he dressed.  The
Cardassian lounged in his bed and grinned as he watched the bruised,
striped, welted, and in spots, bloodied, body he'd so enjoyed the
night before as it was covered up.

	"Now I know what Garak sees in you.  You're a perfect lover
for a Cardassian Elder.  You can take what we want, and you can take
what we have to give out to get it."

	"You just remember your promise."  Julian narrowed his eyes
at the Cardassian.  "Remember your own words about who I am and what
I can do."

	"A good commander assesses his enemies before he takes them
on . . . or in this case, just takes them."  The man grinned and
stood.  "I'm leaving for the war effort today, and I'm leaving with
the knowledge that I took something from an enemy.  Something he
won't be able to get back.  Every time you're with Garak from now on,
I know you'll see me.  You'll feel me.  You'll feel my hand and my
body over yours and very time he thrusts himself into your body, it
won't be him you'll be thinking of, it'll be me, and that, Doctor
will be enough for me.  I know you'll heal what I've done to you
before you go back to his bed, and I know you'll never tell him what
you've done here, so he'll never know, but you, my dear Doctor,
*will* know, and *that* is my perfect revenge."  He threw Julian a
jaunty salute.  "Have a good life."

	Without a word, and with his back rigid and his head raised
proudly, Julian turned, walked out of the bedroom, and off the ship.

	It was only in the safety of his own room that he allowed
himself to show the horrible pain he was in as the analgesic and the
other drugs wore off all at once, and he fell to his knees before his
desk.

	"Computer."  He croaked.  "Send a message to the infirmary.
Tell them I'm taking the day off and to call me only in case of a
life and death emergency."  He all but crawled to his bedroom,
stripped off his uniform, and stuffed it into the recycler, rather
than the laundry.  He followed that with the bloodied bits of leather
he'd been tied and tortured with.  He dragged himself into his
bathroom, set his shower to water and made it extra hot, then
scrubbed himself virtually raw, though he still felt filthy.
Finally, he sank to his knees and just wept as the water ran over his
shoulders.  Dully, he watched as the bloody water ran down the drain
until it was finally clear . . . and cold.

	Exhausted, he stumbled into his bedroom, promised himself
he'd get rid of the marks of his torture later, injected another
analgesic and a sleeping drug into his system, threw the heavy
coverlet to the floor and covered himself only with the sheet.

	"Lights, ten percent."  He whispered, and in minutes, was
asleep.

%                             %                          %


Please stay tuned for Part 2 of Blackmail hopefully to appear shortly
and I sincerely hope you have been entertained at the very least by
this writing.

Perhaps I should have put up in the warnings it got a little bloody
in this part . . . again though if it should be there please let me
know. . .

Ever a friend,
Charon





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