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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 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! 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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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Fri Mar 12 20:07:04 2004 X-Persona: Status: U Return-Path: Received: from n29.grp.scd.yahoo.com ([66.218.66.85]) by skylark (EarthLink SMTP Server) with SMTP id 1b1XzE2PX3NZFjw0 for ; Fri, 12 Mar 2004 17:04:22 -0800 (PST) X-eGroups-Return: sentto-1978024-7903-1079139843-stephenbratliff=earthlink.net@returns.groups.yahoo.com Received: from [66.218.66.95] by n22.grp.scd.yahoo.com with NNFMP; 13 Mar 2004 01:04:19 -0000 X-Sender: stephenbratliffasc@earthlink.net X-Apparently-To: ascem-s@yahoogroups.com Received: (qmail 78619 invoked from network); 13 Mar 2004 01:04:19 -0000 Received: from unknown (66.218.66.218) by m7.grp.scd.yahoo.com with QMQP; 13 Mar 2004 01:04:19 -0000 Received: from unknown (HELO grouse.mail.pas.earthlink.net) (207.217.120.116) by mta3.grp.scd.yahoo.com with SMTP; 13 Mar 2004 01:04:18 -0000 Received: from sdn-ap-014dcwashp0395.dialsprint.net ([63.188.137.141] helo=SaintPeter.earthlink.net) by grouse.mail.pas.earthlink.net with esmtp (Exim 3.33 #1) id 1B1xZX-00077f-00 for ascem-s@yahoogroups.com; Fri, 12 Mar 2004 17:04:16 -0800 Message-Id: <5.1.1.6.2.20040312200400.01fff0d0@mail.earthlink.net> X-Sender: stephenbratliffasc@mail.earthlink.net X-Mailer: QUALCOMM Windows Eudora Version 5.1.1 To: ascem-s@yahoogroups.com X-eGroups-Remote-IP: 207.217.120.116 X-eGroups-From: "Charon Jesne" (by way of Stephen aka Old Man ASC ) From: "Charon Jesne" (by way of Stephen aka Old Man ASC ) X-Yahoo-Profile: oldmanasc MIME-Version: 1.0 Mailing-List: list ASCEM-S@yahoogroups.com; contact ASCEM-S-owner@yahoogroups.com Delivered-To: mailing list ASCEM-S@yahoogroups.com Precedence: bulk List-Unsubscribe: Date: Fri, 12 Mar 2004 20:04:12 -0500 Subject: [ASCEM-S] NEW DS9 Blackmail NC-17 G/B Part 3/3 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Hey there everyone! 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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