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We have reached the conclusion of our story! Feel free to read on! When Heroes We Last Left: 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. %%% "I want you to show me. If you saw the video, then you know that the last thing he said before I left him was that every time you touched me, all I would feel would be him. He said that when you laid your body over mine, it would be his body I'd see. You say you can be gentle. If that's the case, then I want you to teach it to me. When the pain comes, Garak, I want it to be caused by you. Not him. Not by some nameless, faceless guy in a desperate struggle to release fear, loneliness, and tension. Not a professor in an academy who holds your entire future in his hands and who forces you to bend over a desk. Please, Garak, teach me about gentle men." Garak's eyes opened wide, and he stood, then paced the room. "My dear Julian . . ." He gasped. "You have no idea what you're asking. To ask an older Cardassian to teach him sex . . ." Julian looked down at the bedcovers. "It would make me a catamite, I know. That's what he said I was anyway." "No!" Garak was angry, and Julian's eyes widened as fear all but flared in them, and Garak took a couple of deep breaths. "That's not what it would make you. It would make you a Youngling, and it would make me your Cultivator. In Cardassian society, it is an honor for a Youngling to ask an Elder to teach him the ways of a man. Such an honor comes with responsibilities, though, not the least of which is to claim the Youngling as his own until such time as the lessons are over, and that can take up to five years depending on the levels one wants to attain. It also means that the Cultivator protects the Youngling from the advances of other Cardassians, and to the death if need be. Particularly if one Cardassian challenges the original for the Youngling." "Oh." Julian blinked. "I . . . I didn't know what I was asking. I'm sorry. That's too much to ask of anyone, let alone a friend." Julian dropped his head to his knees again, and Garak knew that the younger man had lost his battle with his tears. "I . . . I didn't think. I just want him out of my mind, Garak. I want his hands off me. His taste out of my mouth. I must have brushed my teeth ten times last night, but he's still there. He's still there just like he said he'd be." "Julian." Garak placed his hand on the distraught human's arm. "Before you asked, you didn't know what you were asking me to do. Now that you know, would you ask me again?" Julian looked up and stared into Garak's eyes. "Do . . . do you really want me to? I . . .I don't want to make you do something you don't want to out of pity or anything." Garak smiled sadly. "If there is one thing I'm not motivated by, my dear Julian, it's pity. You are a beautiful young man, and if you truly wish me to teach you the ways of men, it will be my honor, and my pleasure, and I hope, your pleasure, that I do so." "I do, Garak." Julian swallowed. "But how can there be pleasure? I . . . I know that foreplay is nice, though men's hands are rougher than a woman's . . ." "Julian, when a Cultivator has been asked, the first thing he does is to make the Youngling his own. He imprints him on every one of his senses. He touches him, he tastes him, he looks at him, he smells him, and he hears him. In short, he makes love to him before the lessons even begin. It's so the Youngling will know there's nothing to fear from the Cultivator. Would you allow me to do that?" "I . . . I guess." Julian blinked, and Garak smiled gently then slowly pulled the sheet from Julian's body. "What . . . what do you want me to do?" "Enjoy." Garak smiled and lowered his lips to Julian's. He tasted nothing but the leftover salt from Julian's tears, the residual toothpaste the Humans used, and the tang of blood from gums that had bled. The lovemaking session was long, it was slow, and Garak taught Julian's body gentility, kindness, and with his teeth, tongue, lips, hand, fingers, and his own body, he taught the human there was nothing to fear from him, or his body parts. Even when the Cardassian joined his ridged member to Julian's body, the only thing Julian learned was that Gul Pikot was a brutal, sadistic amateur, and he, and the others who had gone before Garak, were almost instantaneously dismissed from Julian's mind as insignificant bits of flotsam that had no bearing on any part of his life from that moment on. The only sounds he made were the mindless cries of ecstacy that one makes when caught deep in a web of physical pleasure that one hopes never to be freed from. The only sight that Julian saw, when his eyes were open, was Garak and his blue eyes as they were filled only with pure desire and exhilaration. The scent of blood and Cardassian semen was wiped from Julian's mind and he knew only the scent of himself and Garak as their bodies entwined and were almost as one. Garak even managed to drive the taste of Pikot and his body from his mouth, as he kissed him with a gentle fervor that voicelessly spoke only of gentle tenderness. Garak was buried deep into Julian's body, and the young human gripped him tightly to him. Sweat ran from his body, and Garak found it intoxicating, particularly since Cardassians didn't sweat and Garak's scaled body slid over Julian's smooth one and stimulated the erection that was pressed between them. Yes, Garak decided. Being able to sweat was definitely a plus in favor of humans. Julian was a cacophonic symphony of sounds, whimpers, pleas, and syllables as his body arched and writhed under Garak as the older man gave himself completely to his Youngling's pleasure. "Garak!" Julian howled as he arched under him and met each thrust with one of his own that was completely natural . . . another plus on the side of humans. "Gods, Garak! Yes!" Julian cried out, lost in his own world of pleasure, and his breath was rapid and shallow. Suddenly Julian's nails dug into Garak's back, and his entire body convulsed violently under Garak's. A long scream that may have been Garak's name was ripped from Julian's throat, and warm liquid gushed between them. As Julian's body shuddered around him, even the strongest of Cultivators couldn't have held himself back, and Garak's own warmth filled Julian. He slowly, gently pulled out of Julian, and his lax member fell between Julian's trembling thighs as he gazed at the sweat soaked face. He reached down and pushed the wet hair from Julian's forehead, and suddenly, the big brown velvet eyes opened, and they gazed directly into each others eyes. Suddenly, Julian' eyes filled with huge tears that ran down his cheeks in a never ending stream. And then he was sobbing for all he was worth. Garak tried to pull away, but Julian clung to him and wailed into his shoulder. All Garak could do was hold onto his Youngling until the storm passed so that could find out exactly what was wrong. It seemed to have taken hours, but finally, the storm of sobs slowed, quieted, and passed into hiccupping breaths, and Garak stroked his hand through the dark hair. "What is it my Youngling. Did I hurt you?" He asked, and Julian shook his head. "For . . . forgive the cliche, but I never knew it could feel like that. It was so good. It . . . no, YOU are amazing. I wish you'd been my first. I was spoiled for you. I'm so sorry." "Julian, no. You were not spoiled for me. You asked me to be your Cultivator, and you'll never know what that means to me. My dearest Julian, in my mind, since the others took you by force and didn't think of your pleasure, you had never known what it could be like, so I got to initiate you, which makes me your first." "Can . . . can you teach me to make you feel like that? Oh, Garak, I want to please you too." "We'll start tomorrow, my Youngling. For now though, I think you need a shower." He watched as Julian's eyes half closed. "Or a nap." He amended, and Julian sighed. "He said he was going to make me think of him when you touched me." Julian actually giggled. "But I think I need to thank him. I'm so tired, Garak. I'm going to sleep. I . . . I'm sorry. Be here . . . when wake?" "What about your Starfleet friends? They'll think it rather strange me being here." "Fuck `em." Julian said vulgarly, and Garak kissed the tip of his nose. "One Youngling at a time, my Julian." He laughed, and Julian's eyes closed. "You're mine." He slurred, and Garak knew he hadn't realized he spoke the words out loud. "I'll cut their hands, and anyone else's hands, off if they dare to touch you. I'm a doctor. I know how to do that." Garak lay next to the exhausted man and smiled. The one thing he hadn't told Julian was the responsibility of the Youngling was to protect the Cultivator as well as the other way around, as he didn't want Julian to be forced to agree to that. However, it seemed as if Julian had just volunteered for that duty without having to be told. He didn't know what that held for their future, but it was certainly going to be interesting to find out. THE END! Thank you very much for reading this second story and the ones that I've written thus far! Hope you are relishing your reading experience! :-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! 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