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Hey there!

I realize it's been a long time since I posted (at least, before the
quessy about the Spock/Chekov story)but guess what!? :-D  Even though
I haven't posted, that doesn't mean I haven't been writing! :-D

I've got three stories (none related to the other) to post, and this
is the first of them. :-D

Title: Suffer the Slings and Arrows of Outrageous Fortune
Author: Charon
Series: Deep Space Nine
Rating: NC-17
Pairing:  Garak/Bashir
Feedback: Please @ kwaigoncainejinn@yahoo.com
Warning: Sex
Author's Note:  This has been sitting in my computer for a long time
waiting to be posted. I can only hope it meets some form of approval.
However, if it doesn't feel free to hit your delete key, your
backspace key, or to print it out and burn it! :-D

And now without further ado or a don't, onto the tale!

Complete And Total Fantasy
Deep Space: Nine
Suffer the Slings And Arrows Of Outrageous Fortune
By Charon
Started: 09-01-02
Completed: 09-02-02


	Julian looked in the mirror and sighed.  Garak had said his
smile wasn't so boyish, and he had also said he was a Vulcan . . .
and that he thought like a computer.

	If Garak only knew how deeply his emotions ran . . .
particularly for the handsome Cardassian, he never would have even
begun to compare him with the Vulcans.

	Gods but Garak was good looking, but blind, and incredibly
insensitive. Anyone with half a brain could see how attracted he was
to the Cardassian . . . and how much he wanted him to be attracted to
him.  He closed his eyes.  He knew that the Cardassians flirted by
insulting one another, but in the doctor's mind, there was a
difference between flirtatious insults and outright meanness.  Also,
Garak had been confined on not only the defiant, but also the
Jem'Hadar ship with them for quite a while, and was more-than-likely
manifesting a hurtful, caustic form of claustrophobia.

	He suddenly growled in his throat, and kicked the wall.

	Excuses.  That's all he ever had for Garak and his behavior.
It was all he'd *ever* had to show for their association over the
past six years.  However, he knew that he was finally tired of
looking for excuses for Garak.  And he was tired of being the one
with all the answers.  And he was just plain tired.  He was also
filled to overflowing with emotions that had no place to go.  He
wanted, no -  needed -  to go somewhere and scream his lungs out.  To
throw himself into some exercise routine or insipid holographic
program where he could forget all the troubles that plagued him.
Forget all the thoughts that wouldn't go away.

	Maybe he was experiencing some form of claustrophobia as
well.  It was, after all, a small ship.  He rubbed his face tiredly
and fought the tears that wanted so desperately to be shed.  However,
Garak had named him a Vulcan, which he knew wasn't right because
Vulcans didn't shed tears, did they?  He'd certainly never seen one
do it, except when he'd been caught in Pon Faar, and he'd been given
a medical leave for that.

	Human's didn't get Pon Faar though.  They didn't get medical
leaves because their emotions were overwhelmed and they were tired.
Particularly in the middle of a war.  Particularly when they were a
long, long way away from home.  And they didn't get Pon Faar in
particular because as a general rule, Humans didn't hide their
emotions away . . . and he was so very much a Human . . . more than
Human, if his Genetic Enhancement was to be believed.

	No, he definitely wasn't a Vulcan or a computer.  He was
Human, he was tired, and right at that very moment, more than at any
other time in his life, he needed to get away from everything.  He
needed to shut the constant voices in his head off completely.  He
needed to stop the constant problem solving his enhanced brain
engaged in whether he wanted it to or not.

	Which was exactly why he never allowed his bed to remain cold
for very long.  Exercise and getting lost in the uninhibited sharing
of the tumultuous emotions of sex enabled him to shut off his mind
and for so very few times in his life, simply react to a stimulus
rather than to think about it until every nuance had been analyzed to
the nth degree.  He desperately needed to go to a holosuite and
engage in some inane battle lost countless years ago.  He needed to
go somewhere that he could emote and not have to worry about anyone
finding him and making fun of him or trying to make him talk about
things he couldn't because no one, with the possible exception of
another G.E.H. would even begin to have understood, and not just
nodded, smiled, and merely believed they understood.

	Silently, and without a word to anyone, he left the medical
bay and headed off toward the one dark corner he'd discovered not too
long ago, when he'd had one of his many bouts of insomnia and had
embarked on his own exploration of the Jem'Hadar's ship.  The
wonderfully secluded hole was little more than a storage space that
barely fit him when he sat up straight, embedded in the wall of a
cargo bay, but it was all his.

	It was the one place where he could curl up in the dark and
forget, for a few minutes at least, that he was a G.E.H..  Forget
that he was single-handedly responsible for the health and safety of
the small crew.  Forget that they were out in the forsaken Gamma
Quadrant running constantly from Odo's people and their insane
enforcers.  Forget that his home was constantly endangered by the
people from the Gamma Quadrant.  Forget that they were seventeen
years, two months, and three days, give or take an hour, from that
home.

	He crept into the cargo bay, opened the panel, and entered
the wonderfully dark crawlspace.  He wished he'd been able to get
Kukulaka on board the ship, but that had been impossible, and he drew
his knees up to his chest, wrapped his arms around his shins, buried
his head in his knees, and let the tears come.  The hurt that Garak's
words had caused welled up in him along with everything else he felt,
but he gave it no voice, only his tears, and his entire body
shuddered with the force of the long overdue release of his
loneliness, sorrow and pain.

	"Doctor?"  The one voice that Julian hadn't wanted to hear
for the rest of whatever passed for a `night' on the ship called for
him, and he hoped that if he kept himself small and quiet, perhaps
Garak would just go away.  It would figure that the one being he'd
tried to hide from was the first to find him.   However, though he
tried, he couldn't stop the tears.  Once they'd started, there seemed
to be no end to them, and he shivered.  "Doctor."  Garak continued
relentlessly as his voice echoed around the holding space.  "I saw
you come in here.  You can't hide."

	"Yes, I can."  Julian whispered, and immediately bit his lips
as he heard the shuffle of shoes as they came near his sanctuary.  He
closed his eyes.  "Don't find me."  He prayed.  "Please don't find
me."

	However, it was a prayer made in vain, as he hadn't drawn the
access panel back over the opening, and Garak looked inside.  "Doctor
Bashir, what are you . . ."  He looked at Julian's ravaged face, at
the tears that wouldn't stop coming even as they gazed at one
another, and Garak blinked.  "I see."  He finally said, and Julian
looked away.

	"Please, go away, Garak."  He whispered.  "Leave me alone."

	"I don't think I should."  Garak shook his head, and it was
with some difficulty that he lay on the floor on his stomach.  "You
seem to be hiding in here, and I'm fairly certain that hiding in a
small storage space barely big enough for a child, and crying, is not
an indicator of sound mental health in a Human.  And that, I'm sure,
means that one shouldn't really be left alone."

	"I'm fine."  Julian said shortly, and Garak shook his head.

	"Doctor, you are NOT fine.  Even I can see that.  As a matter
of fact, the last time you truly seemed fine was on the Defiant when
we were in the infirmary . . ."  His eyes widened in sudden
comprehension, and his voice softened.  "Oh Great Gul.  Doctor, did
something I've said or done cause . . ."  Garak indicated Julian's
hunched, miserable posture with a gentle wave of his hand.  "This?"
Garak asked, and Julian wanted to deny it.

	He wanted, with everything that was in him, to deny the fact
that Garak's words had indeed been the final catalyst that had caused
his emotions to crack, but he couldn't make himself say the words.
He opened his mouth to try and force the denial, but nothing exited,
and he shivered as the only sound that left his throat was a tortured
whimper.  A moment later, he gave in to the inescapable venting of
his shattered, tired emotions and buried his head in his knees once
more and wrapped his hands around his head as sobs, horrible in their
continuing silence, wracked his body.

	"Good grief, Doctor."  Garak was suddenly alarmed at the
ferocity with which Julian's emotions released themselves, and he
swallowed nervously.  "I'm so very sorry.  I had no idea I'd hurt you
so badly.  Please, Doctor, accept my apology."  His softly and
sincerely spoken words, for the first time in their long association,
failed to pacify the doctor, who suddenly rocked back and forth, his
entire being trapped in the anguish that had built up inside of him
for so long.  "Doctor, this simply will *not* do."  He sharpened his
tone and scowled as he hoped that anger would force the younger man
out of his mental and emotional pain.  "You are not allowed to have a
breakdown.  Not here, not now.  There are people who are depending on
you."

	"Not now.  Me.  Help me now.  So tired."  Julian whimpered,
shook his head, and withdrew into more fully into himself than before.

	"I see."  He commented, and ran a hand over his eyes.  "I
guess this . . . situation . . . we've found ourselves in has made
everyone tired and overwrought.  Doctor, do want me to get Lieutenant
Dax?  I'm sure she . . ."

	"No . . ."  Julian croaked as he stared hard at Garak.  "No,
damn it.  Don't want her.  I want you."

	Garak was sure he'd heard wrong . . . or at least had
misunderstood the connotation.  Surely, not after six years of
wanting to know the pleasure of holding the younger man and
possessing his beautiful body, Julian had finally deciphered his
clues . . . as well as acknowledged his own desires.  "What did you
say?  Or more to the point, what did you mean?"

	"I said, I want you.  I meant, I want you.  And I don't want
to talk about any of it.  I'm tired of talking, and I'm tired of
playing around, Garak."  Julian raised his head and his eyes burned
into Garak's.  "I know you like me.  I know you want me
physically . . . at least you did in the beginning, and I wanted you
as well.  However, I kept myself from you because there were far too
many complications . . . complications I wasn't willing to deal with,
and not the least of which was because I was a G.E.H..  But quite
frankly, this war is killing me, Garak.  It's taking every ounce of
life I have and draining me of it as surely as if I'd taken phaser
bolts to my body."  His voice trembled, and he forcibly steadied
it.  "I'm so very empty right now, Garak, and I know you don't love
me, and I'm pretty sure I don't love you - not the way you need to be
anyway.  But I'm unbearably lonely, and I hurt."  Julian dropped his
head back to his knees, and Garak licked his dry lips as he looked at
the man huddled in the small cupboard.

	"Come out here, Doctor . . . Julian."  He whispered and sat
up.  He reached into the storage space, put his arms around Julian's
shoulders and gently pulled the man from the dark hole he'd tried to
hide himself away in.  "Do you remember in that horrible prison?"  He
suddenly asked gently and conversationally as he tried to provide
some sort of normalcy, some sort of stability, for the younger man's
fractured emotions.  "When you had to pull me out of a horribly
cramped dark spot kind of like this one?"

	"Yes.  And I was scared then too."  Julian whispered as Garak
sat on the floor, enfolded the younger man in his arms, and rested
the dark head on his chest.

	"You were scared?  You didn't seem it to me."  Garak looked
at the top of the Human's head, startled, and Julian nodded.

	"I know, but I was.  Just because I got older didn't mean I
got any less afraid . . . of anything - success, failure, any of it.
I'm just able to hide it better now.  But there, Garak, I was
scared.  I was scared that you'd not be able to go back in there and
finish the work Tain had started.  I was scared that you wouldn't be
able to get us out.  And when we did get out, I was scared that you'd
be forever scarred by your time in that wall, and if you had been, it
would have been my fault."  His voice lowered, and he closed his eyes.

	"Your fault?"  Garak looked at the man in surprise.  "And why
would it have been your fault?"

	"Because I'm the one who convinced Tain to attempt the
message to you specifically.  He was just going to send out some sort
of wide band Obsidian Order Cardassian signal.  I'm the one who
ultimately got you brought to that horrible place, against his will,
really.  I knew, even if he did not, that if anyone could get us out
of there, it was you."

	Garak blinked in his shock, and tried not to show the younger
man how much he was truly affected by the faith Julian so obviously
placed in him, as well as at the actual confession.  "I see."  He
spoke after a moment, and Julian looked up, directly into the
Cardassian's blue eyes.

	"Do you, Garak?  Do you really?"

	"I do now."

	"Are you going to do something about it then, or do we
continue this ridiculous dance you started six years ago?  Because if
that's what you want to do, then I say we just break off everything
right now.  Stop the innuendos, the touches, the exchanges of
chocolate and other little `tokens of affection', as well as the
subtle references to what you may, or may not, be feeling for me.
I'm too tired and I'm too hurt right now to settle for anything
less.  Damn it."  He suddenly hissed.  "I know I'm tarnished and my
rose lost its blush long ago, but I'm still alive, and I want you to
make me feel it, Garak."

	"Doctor - Julian."  Garak's voice was wary.  "This is not
something to be done lightly.  Are you sure this is what you want?"
He demanded, and with a cry of frustration as his only warning, and
with more than a touch of his genetically enhanced strength, Julian
flipped the Cardassian over until he was flat on his back.

	The younger man ground his pelvis against the Cardassian's,
and Garak felt a rigidness that wouldn't be denied.  With as much
ferocity as he'd flipped him over, Julian pressed his mouth against
Garak's and wrapped both his hands in the smooth, dark hair.  His
tongue forced Garak's mouth open, and the tailor was surprised by the
intensity as well as the heat of it as it forced itself past his
tongue.

	"Doctor . . ."  He tried to speak, but Julian's teeth dug
into his lips, and his hands moved frantically down to the hem of
Garak's tunic, which he yanked  upward.

	"No talking.  Done talking."  Julian removed his mouth from
the Cardassian's long enough to day.  "Fucking."

	"Doctor, we are NOT a couple of rutting voles, nor are we
Klingons . . ."  Garak tried to disentangle himself from Julian, but
it was a futile effort.  Before he knew it, his tunic was around his
chest, his pants were down around his hips, and Julian kissed his way
down the silver-grey skin.  Garak couldn't stop the loud groan that
left him and he arched under the wild Human.

	"Waited too long."  Julian gasped as he sucked the
Cardassian's deceptively soft skin.  "Wanted you for six years."  He
gripped Garak's hips in his hands and drove the hardened tip of his
tongue into the juncture of the Cardassian's hips and thighs, and
Garak jerked under him.  Independent of his own will, his long
fingers sought out the zipper of Julian's uniform and were frustrated
in their efforts to open the stubborn material.

	"I can't get the zipper open, Doctor."  He panted, and Julian
looked up at him, his eyes black with the force of his desire and
need.

	"Tear it open!"  He ordered, and Garak's pupils dilated at
the absolute carnal lust the younger man's face and voice possessed.
He could no more ignore that order, than his natural predator's
instincts could ignore the increasingly pressing need to feel the
doctor's bare skin against his own.  He gripped the tight material in
his hands and Julian cried aloud as Garak wrenched the material open
and the yanked it downward.  A moment later, Julian freed his arms
from both the undershirt and the uniform itself, until his entire
upper torso was completely exposed.

	Without warning, he drove his face into the crevice between
the Cardassian's legs under his genitals.  Garak all but roared and
his legs flew open as the doctor gripped his exposed buttocks in
long, bruising fingers and opened and closed the flesh.  His tongue
flickered over the tailor's heavy sac, and Garak shivered under the
assault.  He was helpless in the face of Julian's passion, and as the
Human's hot, wet mouth surrounded the slightly ridged, powerful
shaft, he thrust upward.

	"Yes, Garak."  Julian's breath heaved in his chest as he
sucked the shaft into his mouth as far as it would go, released it,
and spoke between thrusts.  "That's it. Give it to me.  I want it.
All of it."

	"Then you shall have it."  Garak suddenly hissed, and flipped
Julian over until he was flat on his back, then pulled the rest of
the uniform down the Human's unresistant body.


To Be Continued Shortly. . .

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are enjoying it enough to read the second half! :-D

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Hey there everyone!

Here's the second half as promised! :-D

Again without further adoes or don'ts onto the rest of the story! :-D

Whence Last We Left Our Heroes:


"Then you shall have it." Garak suddenly hissed, and flipped
Julian over until he was flat on his back, then pulled the rest of
the uniform down the Human's unresistant body.

%%%

	Julian's nails raked down Garak's back, and he crushed his
mostly naked body upward against the other man.  He threw his head
back and panted wildly, almost hysterically, as the grey fingers,
calloused through years of tailoring, passed over his sensitized
nipples.  He reached up and literally hauled the Cardassian's head
down to his, and Garak's tongue plundered the soft, moist depths of
the Human's more than ready, willing mouth.

	Without warning, Garak changed position and his shaft
suddenly dangled in Julian's face.  The Cardassian wrapped his arms
around Julian's thighs and exposed the hidden center of Julian's
body.  For a moment, Garak sucked on his own fingers, then pushed one
past the muscle that contracted around the digit as it invaded the
younger man's quaking body.

	Julian cried out, pressed upward, which pushed the finger
deeper into him.  He opened his mouth wide and took Garak's dangling
shaft into it.  He writhed under the Cardassian as another finger
joined the first, and the younger man's thrusts were as mindless as
the muffled moans he made around the heavy member that threatened, at
times, to choke him.  A third finger made sure that Julian was ready
for a complete coupling, and Garak pulled himself out of Julian's
mouth at the exact same moment he pulled his fingers from the heated
center that had so willingly allowed him access.

	Slick with his own dripping fluid and Julian's saliva, he
positioned himself before Julian and lifted his feet over his
shoulders, around his neck.  He gripped the golden hips in his hands
and placed the hard head of his painfully rigid shaft against the
opening he had prepared.

	"You want this?"  He demanded, his voice gravelly, and Julian
whimpered and dug his nails into the Cardassian's upper arms.

	"Yes!"  He almost sobbed.  "Gods yes!  Damn it Garak, just
fuck me!"

	In answer, Garak pushed gently forward, and Julian growled
then impaled himself on the rod that heated his body with a flash of
pain, and he arched sharply in reaction to it.  A moment later, he
collapsed and threw his head back as Garak pulled almost all the way
out, then pushed back in.  Julian writhed, moaned, and cried out in
wanton abandon as Garak finally gave him what he had craved for so
many years.

	The Cardassian's thrusts and withdrawals were almost violent
in nature, though they weren't violating, and sweat ran from both men
as the rhythm between them sped up dramatically as they both climbed
toward their respective peaks.  Julian all but screamed as Garak
suddenly struck his inner pleasure center and unintelligible sobs and
what might have been pleas were ripped from him as Garak pounded into
him again and again.

	Suddenly, Julian's entire body seized and froze completely
solid.  His fingernails broke through the skin on Garak's arms, his
neck and back arched severely upward, and his mouth opened in a
soundless scream as his body climaxed violently.  The resultant force
of his convulsive orgasm threw Garak forward, and he gripped the
Human's slender, bony shoulders in his hands as he threw back his
head and howled out his own completion.

	When it was over, he collapsed heavily onto Julian, who let
his arms flop lifelessly to his sides. They both heaved for breath as
their heartbeats slowly returned to normal, their blood pressure
lowered, and their bodies cooled.

	"Oh yes.  I definitely needed that.  Thank you, Garak."
Julian breathed, and the Cardassian raised his head slightly then
looked into the Human's completely satiated, exhausted eyes.

	"I believe I was rather in need of some . . . tension
relief . . . myself.  I Thank YOU, doctor."  He inclined his head
and  Julian giggled giddily as he languidly reached up and stroked a
hand through Garak's sweaty hair.

	"I'd say that was just what the doctor ordered.  And who
should have ordered it years ago."

	"I think you may be correct about that."  Garak looked into
Julian's eyes and frowned slightly.  "But, doctor, you know that this
really changes nothing about where I stand on matters.  If we ever
get home again, if this war is ever over, and should I get to return
to Cardassia, I will."

	Julian groaned and closed his eyes.  "Damn it all, Garak,
don't spoil what was possibly the best orgasm of my life with talk of
the future.  We don't know if we even HAVE a future, and I'm sick of
thinking about it . . ."

	"My apologies, doctor."  The Cardassian looked down the
length of the two of them and slowly drew out of Julian, then flopped
onto his back.  "But I am afraid we are going to have to think about
the future just a little bit at least."

	"Oh?"  Julian yawned mightily, and ran a hand over his
eyes.  "Why?"

	"Because we are in the cargo bay where there are no
replicators, and I'm afraid I left my sewing kit in my quarters.  The
state of our clothing, not to mention the rather . . . painful,
obvious, and sundry bruises and scratches, is going to be rather
difficult to explain should we see anyone in the halls."

	Julian groaned, dragged himself to a sitting position, and
slid back into what he could of his uniform.  There was barely enough
to put back on, and he blinked at the total extent of the
damage.  "Oh damn.  This is not going to look good."  His brows
furrowed in concentration as Garak rearranged his abused, wrinkled
clothing as well as he could.  "I suppose we can say we got into a
fight . . ."

	"That might work."  The Cardassian agreed, but he looked
doubtful as he stood, and Julian shrugged.

	"I'm sure the last thing they'd think is that we had an
absolutely madcap, torrid sexual romp in the cargo bay."  Julian
exhaled a loud, deep breath.  "But, I suppose we'd better get going
before anyone comes in."  He held his hand up and Garak pulled him to
his feet, where he swayed dizzily.

	"Are you all right, doctor?"  Garak asked worriedly, and
Julian grinned.

	"Garak, I'm more okay right now than I've been in two years.
And once I've eaten about ten pounds of food, drank about a gallon of
water, took an hour long shower, and slept for fourteen hours, I'll
be absolutely perfect."

	"I'm sure those are all very admirable, but quite
unattainable goals - particularly on this mission and on this ship."
Garak laughed and the two of them left the cargo bay.  Unfortunately
for them, they hadn't walked very far before their fears were made
into reality.

	"What the hell happened to you two!?"  Miles's voice
demanded, and Garak and Julian exchanged guilty glances as they
turned and faced not only the Chief, but Captain Sisko as well.

	"We got into a fight."  They answered in unison, and the
other two looked them over, blinked at each other, then looked back,
and while Sisko's expression revealed nothing of his inner thoughts,
Miles looked amused if not slightly uncomfortable.

	"You realize I could confine you two to your individual
quarters for that."  Sisko frowned.  "Gentlemen, I need each and
every person on this crew to be ready and available at any moment.  I
don't want to call on you and have you coming to the bridge looking
like something the cat dragged in."

	"Yes, Sir.  I'm sorry, Sir.  It won't happen again, Sir."
Julian apologized profusely, and Sisko nodded.

	"Then, I trust that means that you two worked things out
and . . . settled . . . things and that there'll be no further . . .
incidents . . ."

	"Oh, Captain, I can assure you, we have settled things quite
amicably between us."  Garak inclined his head and smiled calmly even
as Julian struggled mightily to keep what he knew was a huge, rather
vapid looking grin off his face.

	"I just bet you have."  Miles grinned, obviously highly
entertained, and the other two looked at him at what they hoped was
at least innocently, if they couldn't manage blandly.

	"Chief."  Sisko warned, even as the corners of his mouth
turned up slightly, as he obviously fought a grin as well, then shook
his head.  "Look.  I realize this has been a tough trip on all of us,
and it's not going to get any easier.  However, I expect my officers,
and others, to act with some self-control and confine the . . .
fights . . . to off-duty hours and away from public places."  He
blinked, and Julian and Garak exchanged glances and were glad that
Sisko was gentlemen enough not to call them on their
indiscretion.  "Now, though, doctor."  He continued.  "I believe your
duty shift ended ten minutes ago, so I suggest you return to your
quarters, shower, eat, and get some rest."  He frowned at Garak, who
merely blinked back at him.  "And as for you, Mister Garak, I'll
trust you to see that he does as ordered. "  He scowled at
Julian.  "You may be Enhanced, but you are not superhuman and you do
need to rest."

	"Yes, Sir."  Julian acknowledged the Captain's concern and
Garak once more inclined his head.

	"I will do as you say, Captain."  He answered with the same
calm in his voice that was reflected on his face.

	"You heard him, Garak."  Miles narrowed his eyes.  "He needs
to rest."  His eyes flickered back to the doctor.  "And that, Julian,
means sleeping.  It doesn't mean reading or . . ."  He glanced at
Garak, then eyed Julian.  "Fighting."

	"To be quite honest with you, Miles, I really don't feel up
to doing anything else but sleep."  Julian couldn't stop what he knew
was the stupid, sated grin that suddenly plastered itself all over
his face, and he gave up trying.  "In fact, I shall do what you have
ordered, Captain,  and place myself in Garak's more than capable
hands.  He will, I'm sure, make sure that I follow my orders to the
letter."

	"I have learned, Doctor,  that you have a distinct will of
your own, and that you are not very inclined to listen to good
advice, no matter who it comes from.  However, since the Captain has
given both of us the orders personally, I will do my utmost to see
that they are followed."  Garak bowed once more, and the two men
smiled as the nuances of the conversation weren't lost on anyone, and
they all knew it.

	"Then I will bid you both good night, Doctor.  Mister Garak."
Sisko said.  "I expect not to see either of you until the morning
duty shift begins."

	"Good night, Sir."  Julian smiled.  "Miles."

	"Julian.  Garak."  The Chief said, and once more Garak bowed,
and the two other men went on their way.  No sooner had they left
than Garak turned on Julian and snorted.

	"Oh no, my dear Doctor.  They'd never think we'd had an
absolutely madcap, torrid sexual romp in the cargo bay, would they?"

	Julian almost doubled over in laughter and he inhaled deeply
as he forced himself to calm. "Well, with you bowing at them every
five seconds, how could they NOT think we were doing something other
than what we said we were!?"

	"Me?"  Garak was the consummate picture of injured
innocence.  "My dear doctor, YOU are the one who couldn't keep
the  `I just got laid, aren't you jealous' grin from your face, and
I'm quite sure you have never called Captain Sisko `Sir' quite so
many times in one conversation.  A blind and deaf monk could have
guessed what we'd done with your inability to contain yourself."

	"Ah, Garak, just forget it.  I'm too tired for your form of
flirting right now.  And as for the Captain and the others, since all
that happened was that we got warned to be a bit more discreet, I'm
going to assume that if they aren't comfortable with the idea of us
having sex, at least they're not going to openly condemn us." Julian
waved his hand in dismissal of the entire incident and rolled his
shoulders tiredly.  "But as for right now, I've been ordered to go to
my quarters and do just what I was planning on doing anyway.  And you
were told to make sure I did just that."  He looked at Garak and
sighed as his entire aspect suddenly reflected nothing but worn-out
seriousness.  "And, by the way, Garak, I do know what you'll do when
we get home *and* when this war is over, and I'm prepared to face the
consequences of any actions we undertake together before then.  But,
I believe the question now is, what do we do from this moment to
that?"

	Garak merely blinked and silently they walked to the door of
Julian's quarters.  Together they stood before it as he keyed it
open, then spoke once more, and his tone contained the same
seriousness.

	  "So, tell me, Garak.  Do I enter these quarters with a
friend or with a lover?"

	Garak inhaled deeply, looked into the brown eyes that gazed
steadily back at him, and accompanied the man inside.


THE END!

And that, my friends, concludes our tale!  Please keep all hands and
arms inside until the ride comes to a complete stop!

Thanks ever so much for your attention and I hope to be able to
entertain you, if indeed that's what I've done, again! :-D

Ever a friend,
Charon


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