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Subject: [ASCEM-S] NEW DS9: 1/8 A Slight Case of Blackmail (G/B-NC17)
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Title:   A Slight Case of Blackmail
Author:  Kathryn Ramage
Series:  DS9
Codes:   G/B  
Rating:  NC17  
Part:    1/8
Summary: Someone has recorded Garak and Bashir in a compromising 
Special Thanks: to Heather, for her beta-reading.

Paramount owns Star Trek, DS9, and the characters except those I
have created myself: Pridem Amat, Hirkus, and Renavik.  This story 
was written purely for entertainment purposes.

This story was originally published in the print zine, "No Holds 
Barred," #22.

Copyright August 2001

|~prologue~|

Garak lay flat on his back on the living-room carpet, his human 
lover astride him, riding him languidly.  Bashir's head was 
thrown back.  His eyes were closed.  His mouth moved soundlessly 
as he rocked, impaled, in a slow, steady rhythm.  Garak's hands 
remained on his lover's thighs to help him keep his balance, 
thumbs occasionally stroking the taut, tender flesh of the loins, 
but otherwise he did not touch him.  He didn't want Julian to 
reach his climax too soon; he meant to sustain this moment for 
as long as possible. 

When he'd been banished to the Cardassian-abandoned space station, 
Garak had believed that his life was over.  Exile was an extended 
death sentence; he had only to sit here and wait out the countless 
hours, one day after another, until he reached the inevitable end.  
Then, the Federation had taken over the management of Terek Nor.  
Starfleet personnel came to the station, including one very young 
doctor...  

Garak hadn't realized it at the time, but his first sight of 
Julian Bashir had been the beginning of new existence.  With the 
doctor, he found not merely the consolation of physical pleasure 
with an attractive companion, but an emotional bond which would 
have been impossible in his previous life.  

Julian was rocking harder now.  He whispered words, the same 
words, over and over--*ohgodohgodohgod*--as preliminary shudders 
rippled through his body.  It was time.  Garak slid one hand down 
from the heavy muscles atop Julian's thigh to take the tip of 
his penis and rub in a swift, circular motion.  He tried to syn-
chronize his caresses with his lover's increasingly frantic 
movements.

He was unprepared when Julian screamed, "Oh god, yes!" and began 
to buck wildly; Garak had to grab him by the waist to try to hold 
on.  He thrust upwards.  There was a flurry of motion as they met 
and matched each other, then one eternal, exquisite moment of 
joining.  Garak cried out as he reached his own peak. 

And then Julian lay sprawled on top of him, breathing hard, fore-
arms braced on the tailor's chest and head resting on his own 
loosely-curled fists.

"My love..." Garak murmured, perhaps too softly to be heard.  As 
he stroked the young man's back, he marveled again at the extra- 
ordinary fate that had given him this beautiful creature to 
possess--or to be possessed by.  Yes, he did love Julian.  He 
would do anything to keep him.

Bashir lifted his head for a kiss.  With a little wriggle, he 
disengaged himself and rolled off to lie at Garak's side.  Once he 
had caught his breath, he sat up and reached for the drink he'd 
left on the low, glass-topped table nearby; after a sip, he said, 
"Now, about Tirat's poetry.  I believe you called it insipid and 
self-indulgent..."

|~to be cont'd...~|


Kathryn Ramage                           kramage@erols.com
/~*~//~*~//~*~//~*~//~*~//~*~//~*~//~*~//~*~//~*~//~*~//~*~/ 
"It's about Garak...I'm afraid this relationship has gotten 
a little out of hand."
                                - Dr. Bashir, Past Prologue



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