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Here we go again with Part Two! When We Last Left Our Heroes: 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. %%% "Gul Pikot." Garak sighed as he gazed at the face on his screen, and the other Cardassian grinned unpleasantly. "I see you remember me." He said, and Garak rolled his eyes. "Your brother tried to kill me, botched it, and was killed in my stead." He sighed, almost bored. "And, like so many others, you swore you'd get your revenge on me. I never forget those who have vowed revenge against me." He shrugged. "However, I'm a bit curious. You've been on Deep Space Nine for two days now, but there's been no attempt to carry through with that promise of revenge. I must ask myself why that is . . . even as I ask myself why you've chosen to call me as you've already left the station and are about to depart through the wormhole." Gul Pikot leaned forward and his grin was positively predatory. "Just to let you know that I've already taken my revenge. And I truly was going to leave it at that, but I couldn't leave without seeing your face when I tell you what I've done, since I know he won't. You see, I made a bargain with your man . . ." "My what?" Garak tilted his head, and Gul Pikot threw his head back and laughed. "Oh, Garak, you do *so* amuse me! You must know that I do my homework before I carry through with a plan. I know what kind of a relationship you and the young human have. He as much admitted it!" "Young human?" Garak looked confused for a moment, then blinked. "You mean Dr. Bashir? We're friends, nothing more." Garak told him, and the Gul leaned forward and gazed directly into Garak's eyes. "Come now, Garak. You can't fool me. And I certainly can't blame you. He's a marvelously beautiful bit of flesh . . . even if he isn't Cardassian." "Gul Pikot . . ." Garak's eyes narrowed, and he clenched his fists. "I repeat, he and I are nothing more than lunch companions and occasionally, we enjoy a Holosuite program together, but that is all." "You're serious! Great Gulls, Garak, you are SERIOUS!" Pikot suddenly laughed, and the level of his mirth was frightening in its intensity. "My goodness, Garak, that boy could give even *you* acting lessons! My revenge was even better than I had first thought!" "Gul Pikot." Garak's voice spoke only of fury, and he scowled deeply. "What have you done to Dr. Bashir? If you've hurt him . . ." "I've hurt him no more than you would have, Garak . . . or any of our Elders for that matter!" The Gul continued his infuriating laughter. "And save your threats for someone who's a little more within your reach." He tapped his fingers on his command chair for a moment, and if possible, his grin widened further. "You know, I was going to keep this as a souvenir, but I think you'll get more use out of it than I will. Prepare to accept an incoming transmission." Garak did exactly that, and received the incoming transmission a moment before Pikot blasted through the wormhole. Two hours later, Garak cursed the Gul with all manner of evils and promised his own revenge on the man who had brutally defiled his young, foolish, brave, idealistic friend. He closed his shop for the day, sped immediately to Julian's cabin, and didn't bother to knock. Without guilt, he opened Julian's door, locked it closed, and quietly stood in the darkness until his eyes adjusted. Silently he padded into Julian's bedroom, and in the very dim lighting, gazed at the lean figure on the bed. Garak gazed at the dried salt tracks on Julian's face as his nose scented the smell of blood. He looked at the discarded hypospray that Julian had dropped to the floor and recognized the container it carried as a particularly strong narcotic. Slowly, he drew the sheet back from Julian's body, and sighed as he saw the extent of the damage that had been done to the man's formerly flawless skin. He picked up the hypospray, took another cartridge from the medkit by the man's bed, loaded it into the hypospray, and injected some more of the drug into Julian's system. The man's breathing deepened, and from that point, Garak knew that Julian would sleep through anything . . . however, if Julian were needed at the infirmary, a simple stimulant would bring him around quickly enough. He took Julian's dermal regenerator from the medical kit beside the bed and proceeded to gently remove the marks that had been made by Gul Pikot. He covered Julian back up with the sheet, then the coverlet, and pulled a chair over to the younger man's bedside. He settled himself into it, and with the patience he had been known for in the Order, he waited. Fortunately, the infirmary seemed to be able to get along without the doctor for once, and hours later, Julian stirred as he started to wake. Garak woke from the light doze he'd been in and watched as Julian whimpered and twitched. Garak went to the replicator, ordered tea with extra sugar, went back to the bedroom, and sat back in his chair as he waited for Julian to wake fully. However, as tears filled the tracks that had gone before, he sighed. He hadn't been going to let his presence be known until Julian had woken fully, but he couldn't let the human's mind continue its torture. "Dr. Bashir." He whispered, and Julian shivered. "Please." He pleaded as he curled into what the humans called a `fetal position'. "Leave me alone . . . just for a few minutes at least." Garak swallowed and his veneer of detachment cracked as he heard the hopelessly lost tone in Julian's voice. "Julian." He used the unfamiliar name, and the doctor stopped moving. "It's time to wake up, Julian. I've brought you tea." Julian's eyes fluttered, finally opened, and he gazed blearily at the figure in the chair beside him. Fear immediately leapt into his eyes, and Garak sighed. "Lights twenty-five percent." He said quietly, and as the lights came up, Julian's eyes opened wide. "Garak?" He asked, his voice rough with sleep and residual tears. "Garak, what . . . what are you doing here? How long . . ." He looked down at the coverlet, his arms, chest, and finally under the bedcovers at the rest of him. Everything on him was completely healed, and he looked into Garak's eyes. "You know." He said simply, and Garak nodded. "I gave you a bit more of the sleep aid you'd used and healed you." He handed Julian the tea, and Julian drank it silently. "Thank you." He finally said. "I was too tired to do it myself." "I figured as much." "I take it he told you." "He showed me actually. Sent me the video as he blasted out of this galaxy." Garak leaned back in his chair. "So, you want to tell me why you elected to fight my battle for me? And in such a . . . dramatic . . . way?" "He would have killed you." Julian shrugged and Garak shook his head. "My dear doctor . . ." "Please don't call me that, Garak." Julian shook his head and looked at his cup. "At least, not for a while yet, okay? And if you're going to lecture me, let me hit the highlights for you, and then you can go. It was dangerous, it was foolish, it was stupid, and I should have let you handle it. I should have let you get killed, or rather let him try to kill you as so many have before and failed. And what I did will amount to nothing anyway because he'll try again if he's ever here again." He blinked at Garak. "Did I get it all?" "That would be about it, yes. Except that he won't try for my life again. As he told you, he's a Cardassian of honor . . . for whatever that's worth." "I see." Julian put his cup on the nightstand beside the bed, and sighed. "I need a shower." He said after a moment. "You showed yourself in, you can show yourself out." "You'll never get it off, Doctor." Garak advised. "You can scrub your skin raw, and it certainly looked as if you tried, but you're stained forever. I know, I've been there." "Thank you, Garak. Now will you please go?" Julian swallowed, and Garak shook his head. "You are a very foolish, stubborn, and idealistic man, Julian Bashir. You are also a very good friend, and I can't help but wonder what I did to deserve that kind of friendship." "Why do you have to do anything to deserve a friend?" Julian asked. "That's one of the good things, or stupid things . . ." He gave a ghost of a smile. "About us humans. We actually offer friendship without looking to get anything in return." He looked thoughtful. "I believe that's one of the things that sets us apart from most of the other races we've met. Friendship without strings." "But there are strings, Doctor, even if they are invisible ones, and they are some of the toughest ones to break Quark says your race is insidious. You seem so easy and uncomplicated on the surface, but the deeper you go, the more complex you become, until before you know it, one discovers that one can't quite get along without you, and don't quite understand how one got along without you before." Julian smiled, though it didn't reach his eyes. "I'll take that as a compliment." "As it was meant to be, Doctor." Garak nodded. "But, may I ask you something personal?" Julian actually laughed. "As if my saying no could stop you from asking something personal. I won't, however, guarantee an answer . . . unless it will get you out of my quarters." Garak leaned forward and Julian flinched slightly, though he stopped himself from leaping out of the bed. "I was wondering how many Cardassian men you've been with before." "That is rather personal." Julian swallowed. "But I can answer that one easily. None." "None!?" Garak truly looked surprised and he stared at Julian. "What I saw on the video, Doctor, was one of the most brutal forms of formal Cardassian mating there is. Yet you were able to withstand it. Not even many of the more . . ." He blinked and cleared his throat. "Professional purveyors of their flesh could have done that." "I was hyped on three different drugs." Julian shrugged. "It made it easier. And I read quite a bit on the mating rituals of Cardassians. I skipped the first levels, as I knew that Cardassian . . ." "Pikot." Garak said, and Julian looked confused. "I beg your pardon?" "Gul Pikot. I thought you'd like to know the name of your rapist." "I wasn't raped, Garak." Julian shook his head. "I agreed to have sex with him, and I knew what I was getting into. Any injuries sustained along the way were my own fault." Garak sat back, and his eyes were wide. "Great Guls, Doctor." His voice was soft with shock. "You actually believe that." "It's the truth." The human shrugged, and Garak vowed instant death to Gul Pikot if he ever saw him again. "No, Julian, it's not." Garak leaned forward and his gaze blazed. "Had he not approached you, you never would have considered sex of any kind with him. He used the threat of my death to blackmail you into having sex with him. That is using force, Julian, and as I'm to understand Human laws, any kind of sex that involves any kind of reluctance on the part of one of the partners is classified as rape." "You've made your point, Garak." Julian's lips trembled, but he stiffened them, and swallowed. "Now will you please go?" "After you finish telling me about how you skipped the beginner levels of the Cardassian mating rituals . . . and how you knew they wouldn't be needed." "Gods, Garak, please don't make me do this." Julian looked down at the coverlet but Garak said nothing, just gazed at Julian, and the human gave in, as Garak had known he would. Julian's voice was barely audible as he drew his knees up to his chest, wrapped his arms around his calves, and buried his face in his knees. "Gul Pikot said you'd killed someone close to him and he wanted revenge on you by taking away what he said was the one bright spot in your exile. He assumed because we were friends, that we were also lovers, and, since I believed his threat to kill you slowly and painfully, I let him believe no differently. I . . . I thought I could maybe get to you and warn you, but that was when he made his `offer'. He said he wanted me to service him exactly as I did you, and with enthusiasm. He said he wanted me to submit to him, and let him do as he desired with my body." Julian closed his eyes. "He looked at me with such . . ." He shuddered. "Such lust. I knew . . . I knew what kind of man he was right then . . ." "And you agreed, even though you knew what he was going to do?" "He said he was a man of his word, and I believed him. He said if I gave myself to him, he'd leave you alone. He'd let you live. I've been used by men twice before, Garak. I knew what kind of pain to expect, but . . ." He shook his head and missed the look of absolute fury his calm admission evoked from the Cardassian, and swallowed. "Anyway, getting back to the point, I knew that any kind of pleasure he'd take at besting you, would be by causing as much pain to me as he could. He . . . he even said he wanted to use me like you did . . ." "My dear . . ." Garak shook his head and kept his voice even and quiet out of deference for Julian's sake. "Julian, I want you to look at me." He waited until Julian's wide, pained eyes looked into his steady blue ones, and he gently placed his hand on Julian's shoulders. "The only time I have ever employed such a brutal form of sex was when I was ordered to. Contrary to popular belief, quite a few Cardassians like gentle love making to rutting like a couple of voles in heat. We feel that the broken bones and contusions should be left to the barbaric Klingons." Julian looked at the Cardassian seriously, and took the softly scaled hand in his and traced the pattern. "Show me." He whispered, and Garak blinked, shocked, sure he hadn't heard correctly. "What?" He asked, and Julian swallowed. %%% And this brings us to the end of the Second Part of our Tale! As always I can only hope that you have enjoyed what you have been reading! :-D Part Three is coming up immediament! :-D Ever a friend, Charon Messages from this list are mirrored on the ASCEM newsgroup. Read http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCEML/files/faq.txt for more information about your subscription to ASCEM/L. Yahoo! Groups Links Yahoo! Groups Links <*> To visit your group on the web, go to: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCEM-S/ <*> To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to: ASCEM-S-unsubscribe@yahoogroups.com <*> Your use of Yahoo! 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