Title: Snow

Series: DS9

Pairing G&B

Rating: R/ NC17 (I think)

Written by Uliani

Codes: Summary: It was snowing on the promenade, but all Garak could see was young doctor Bashir standing in the middle of his shop and slowly stripping for him.

Disclaimer: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine is the property of Paramount. This story, written in 2007, will never be sold.
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It was snowing on the promenade; large flakes gathered and fell covering shop windows and doorways with a heavy dusting of white powder and for a brief moment Garak marvelled at the sight, he had seen snow before even though it was not a commodity found anywhere on his desert like homeworld. Nor did he like the stuff, his memory reminded him of the day that Dr Bashir had talked him into a skiing simulation in the holosuite, he shuddered slightly at the remembrance of the cold wet snow on his skin and his hair, no, he did not like snow at all..

Shaking his head Garak returned to his workstation a mug of hot chocolate in hand, he took a sip of the bittersweet liquid then carefully placed it on the desk. Moments later he had started to cut the material that lay in front of him when the old fashioned bell at the front of the shop started to ring, somebody clearly wanted his attention.

It was strange Garak thought that moments after thinking of the good doctor that the human stood leaning in the doorway. He wore cream coloured pants and a forest green shirt made of silk. Down the left side of the shirt was a delicately stitched emblem and on a closer inspection Garak realised it was the emblem of his homeland.

The human suddenly stepped away from the door and walked toward the Cardassian. Garak was stunned when the younger man took the cutting tool that he held out of his hand then gently pushed him back towards the chair at the back of the shop. Garak felt the back of his legs touch the chair and was forced to sit before he fell backwards into it. He opened his mouth to protest or make some sort of comment about the Doctor’s behaviour maybe a gentle telling off would be issued. Before the words left his mouth however he found a soft finger applied to his lips and he looked up into the younger man’s pleading eyes. Understanding something unusual was happening here the Cardassian collected his composure and waited for whatever happened next. He did not have to wait long, the human straightened and allowed Garak one of his dazzling smiles, there was a mischief that danced across his features and Garak wondered what would happen next. The younger man produced a padd and tapped a few things into it shortly after soft music started to play and it took just seconds for Garak to recognise it as the anthem of his homeworld. Garak’s eyes narrowed slightly and he decided that there had better be a good reason for the torture that the young man was putting him through. Garak was so focused in his momentary anger that it took him a full minute to realise that the doctor now stood in front of him slowly undoing the clasps of his clothing.

Garak watched transfixed as Bashir’s slender hands worked the clasps then the silk fell back to reveal a black vest that fitted the humans chest as a glove would a hand. Bashir’s hands moved slowly and suggestively across his chest stopping to rub over his nipples before one hand slowly made its way to his belt and Garak’s ice blue eyes followed it.

Bashir’s belt was made of soft and supple leather and again the Cardassian emblem played a part this time as the buckle that held the leather together. Slender fingers stopped at the buckle and just as Garak not believing his luck so far began to think this impromptu display was to end there. The human walked over to him before he knew what was happening Garak found the human sitting on his lap guiding the Cardassians large grey hand across his lap and up to the solid silver clasp. The Cardassian hesitated for a brief moment but was prompted by a gentle finger running along a neck ridge and the look of ease and want in the young humans eyes. The belt was removed with little fuss and Garak was surprised by the softness of the leather between his fingers.

Bashir’s vest was the next thing to go and Garak was surprised to find that the garment was made of Andorian cotton. The material was luxurious in the extreme and due to recent floods on Andor it was in short supply and expensive the cardassian guessed that the vest must have cost one bar of latinum at least.

Thoughts of latinum soon disappeared from the Cardassian’s mind when he found his hands guided once more to the point of contact with the young human. This time Garak found his hands moved slowly over the warm bare skin of Bashir’s chest the contact drove the cardassian mad with want and he felt himself harden and he knew that the night would be a long one for him.

Bashir’s pants were soon on the floor. the human stood in front of Garak slowly running his hands over every inch of his soft golden skin and as he fought for his remaining composure Garak’s eyes closed, when he reopened them the doctor was gone with no trace that he had been there at all.

A day or so later Garak had heard the whole story about the aliens that made wishes come true and although embarrassed he knew he would never forget his experiences. He sat alone in the replimat Tarkelean tea in hand and thought over the whole thing. He knew that the events never would happen for real and that suited him fine. He was lost in thought when he felt a hand on his shoulder it was Bashir the doctor smiled at him but had no time to stop but as he passed, he placed a small velvet pouch on the table and smiling over his shoulder walked away. Garak picked up what the human had left behind and opened the pouch inside was a hand written note it read I KNOW! Be at my quarters for 20.00 for dinner. Garak tipped the pouch up and a small silver Cardassian crest fell out Garak snatched it up and with a small smile walked back to his shop the afternoon would fly by in no time at all.

End

Title: Lust.

Pairing: Kira/Damar

Series: DS9

Rating: NC-17

Written by: Uliani Theska

Disclaimer: Star Trek: Deep Space 9 is the property of Paramount. This story, written in 2007, never has and never will be sold.
Set: around the events of Tacking into the wind

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“To kill her and my son… the casual brutality of it… the waste of life.

What kind of state tolerates the murder of innocent women and children?

What kind of people give those orders?“
“Yeah, Damar, what kind of people give those orders?”

Prophets forgive me that was a cold and heartless thing to say.

Maybe Garak is right though, maybe it will make him more open to things.

He just lost his family and here I am letting my own demons torment me.

 

She hates me.

Looking over my actions the last year who is to blame her.

She was little more than a speck of dirt when I met her.

Now she is a woman.

 

He sits quietly in a corner.

Numbed by grief perhaps, I do not know.

Why do I care?

He is Cardassian I should not care but I do.

 

I am Cardassian,

She is Bajoran,

Yet I feel something.

A yearning almost….why now?

 

The last raid was a success.

He is back safe.

The glow of victory brightens his face.

He needed that win.

 

I feel her dark eyes watching me.

My every move held in contempt.

Yet is that a flicker of something more?

I sit and wonder.

 

Mila is dead!

That sweet old woman,

A senseless death,

Death is always senseless.

 

She grieves for that old woman.

Sadness fills those dark pools.

The Dominion will pay for Mila’s death,

And for Kira’s pain.

 

His fingers brush my hand as he tries to give comfort,

My mind drifts to Odo and I pull away.

His blue eyes show understanding,

I reach for his hand and squeeze it.

 

Our fingers touch and I feel the electricity of a mutual attraction.

I bend to kiss her but stop,

She is here to help liberate my people,

As I move away she pulls me back.

 

What, the hell am I doing?

This is Damar!

The man who killed Ziyal,.

Yet I respond to his touch

 

Her fingers find my throat,

I imagine death has her hands tighten briefly,

Her fingers fall away for a second,

Now they dance along my ridges it feels good.

 

My mind screams to stop!

My fingers ignore my mind,

I had my hands around his throat yet I did not kill him,

Now I trace his neck ridges and feel him getting hard against me.

 

I must not attack her.

I am sure any advance to relieve myself will feel like rape to her.

Her hand is in my hair now,

She licks my ear.

 

I am going to give myself to a Cardassian!

I can feel his restraint,

I pull at his clothes,

Years of hatred forgotten as the buttons come apart.

 

She tugs at my clothes as if she wants this,

Delicate fingers stroke the naked scales on my now exposed chest,

I lose control when she gently brushes my chest meshavar

My mouth finds its way to her still covered breast.

 

His mouth is on my breast,

I take the opportunity to bite his neck hard,

A startled look then a smile,

My shirt is ripped open.

 

I sit back a little to look at her,

Her perfectly formed breasts “look” back at me,

Her smile encourages me to touch,

I never thought I would want this woman so much.

 

Stop looking and start working I silently plead.

I reach forward and stroke his cock through the fabric of his trousers.

I feel myself get wet almost instantly,

My free hand moves between my own legs and strokes gently.

 

I watch breathlessly as she touches herself and strokes me at the same time,

I am suddenly on her,

My fingers in her hair,

My length inside her as she moves beneath me.

 

He is so cold to touch,

It chills and excites me,

I kiss him slowly as he works for release,

There it is sudden hot fluid in me it warms my soul.

 

I hold her as she sleeps,

It is cold but I feel warm,

I never would have guessed a Bajoran woman would make me feel like this,

She is beautiful.

 

I wake hours later,

He is gone yet I can still smell him,

We have a briefing soon,

Tomorrow we attack the Dominion at the heart.

 

Jem’Hadar fall so quickly as I fire,

Vorta give orders left and right,

Pain as the blast hits me,

Instant darkness, no pain, no sounds just death.

 

He is gone,

But we have won the war is over,

I feel his arms around me but I know it is not real,

Just a mirage, the memory of a touch.

 

I make my way home,

I will never forget that Cardassian

Prophets bless you Corat Damar!

The end.

Title: A Surprising night.

Author:Ulianai

Series: DS9
Pairing Dukat/ Damar
Rating: R/ NC17
Codes: Summary: Warning: m/m relationship,
Disclaimer: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine is the property of Paramount. This story, written in 2006, never has been and never will be sold.
Feedback: welcome.

I sat at the table my hands held on to the hot cup in front of me.
You sat across the room from me waiting for your guest.
My hands tightened their grip around the cup as I watched you.
You sipped your kanar and waited.
The heat from the cup was painful to me yet I enjoyed its warmth.
I wished we could share it.

You sat at your table until he arrived.
My jealousy nearly overwhelmed me.
He wore blue.
Thoughtful, blue is your favourite colour.
He wanted to dance you refused.
My interest caught.
He grabbed at your hand.
The slap you gave him rang around the room.

I grow tired of watching you flaunt your beauty.
The cup had become cold in my hand.
I sat in silent thought, wishing and hoping that things would change.
Although you were not close to me, I could feel your bright eyes looking at me.
No not at me, through me.

Your companion pressed his suit.
Anger flashed across your face causing you to flush, nearly black.
Your eyes narrowed, making your normally soft ridges sharpen.
He read your expression well and backed off.

You left and I expected him to follow.
After all, it was a flirtation.
Moreover, he is Cardassian.
He walked away, fool.

I put my cup down and stood.
I turned toward the door catching your scent in the air.
I felt your hand come to rest on my shoulder.
“You have been watching me,” you whispered.
Your thumb gently rubbed the base of my neck ridge.

“Forgive me, for watching you,” I whispered my words cloying in my mouth.
Your hand reached and tangled itself in my hair pulling my head back.
“Come with me” it was a command.
I followed.

We were barely inside your quarters before you were in my arms.
“Skrain” the word, my name was soft coming from your lips.
Your hands found their way to the fasteners of my uniform.
Your tongue wet and warm flicked over my neck scales.

I started to search for the clasps that held your clothes shut.
Thus, denying me the pleasure of contact with your flesh.
“Skrain” you whispered again.
Already your lips had found their way to my chest Meshavar.
“Skrain, Skrain, Skrain” again and again you said my name.
My hand tightened in your hair as my lips found your neck.

I had the dominate position here.
Yet I was the one dominated.
You pushed and pulled at me.
Before I knew it, we were on your bed.

I lay on my back, though I had little choice.
You pinned me down with a strength that surprised me.
“Corat” I moaned as your tongue darted into my belly button.
You stopped at the mention of your name and spared me a look of pure and lustful hunger.

I flipped you over I needed a little control.
I forgot trying to undo all of the clasps on your clothes.
Ripping at the material.
It shredded like paper.

I buried my face in your neck and inhaled your scent.
You smell of nutmeg and my teeth grazed your skin.
I felt you growing hard beneath me, and a slid a hand between us.
The smell of your arousal was potent and I began to caress you.

“Skrain” again you murmur and I feel you wriggle under my weight.
Your hand moves slowly down my back.
Your fingers search for my most sensitive scales.
My hand gets a firmer grip around your aroused cock and I start to massage you.

You throw your head back in delight and yell “SKRAIN”.
I move down your body and finally take you into my mouth.
Your hips thrust up and your hand tangles into my hair.
I rest one hand one your hip and use my free hand to untangle my hair.

Once free, I pin your hands down at your sides with both of mine.
Contact is never broken and soon I taste your seed for the first time.
I work until you are spent then come up to hold you.
You move to reciprocate but I stop you.

I tell you I want to watch you sleep.
I like to watch you.
You throw an arm other my chest.
A protective gesture that feels safe.

I watch you for hours.
You snuggle closer.
You murmur my name as you sleep.
As I watch you in peaceful slumber.
I fall deeply in love.
End.

Title: A Fitting Debut

Author:Uliani

Series: DS9

Pairing G&B

Rating: R/ NC17 (I think)

 

 

Julian Bashir looked around for signs of people on the promenade.  It was the middle of the stations night period and Bashir had a lot of work to do, checking once more that there was no one around he keyed in the access code to the door of Garak’s shop. 

 

Once inside the shop he walked over to the workstation and put down the bag he carried.  Taking out the medical tricorder, he looked up the data of Garak’s measurements that he had gathered at the Cardassians latest physical.

 

Then he tapped his comm. badge “Computer transport item Bashir one”

A bundle of forest green silk materialised two seconds later and Bashir got to work.

Over the next few nights, Bashir carried out his task he even managed to convince Odo not to report him to Sisko when the changeling found him in Garak’s shop without the owners consent.  Bashir would beam out a few moments before Garak would arrive and open up for the day.  Having made sure that he had replaced everything exactly were he had gotten it from some days he inwardly grumbled about Cardassian photographic memory, as it made putting things back more time consuming but for the most part he found it to be an endearing quality.

 

One morning was different though, it was the morning Bashir was caught.

 

Elim Garak walked to his shop lost in thought it was an ordinary day and he had nothing interesting to do with his time, oh he had a few pairs of pants to mend and a dress to make all of which could be done within the morning.  The afternoon would he realised with a sigh be taken up with paperwork.  How I hate paperwork he thought still he could close early and maybe go and visit the Doctor he would look forward to that throughout the day.

 

Garak turned the last corner on route to the shop where the view of the window was visible the shop light was on.  Garak’s pace increased slightly and he hurried to check the premises, he came to the main door and was about to punch in the code when he decided to use the secret side entrance instead once he had keyed in the code the door slid silently open and the Cardassian stepped into the shop.

 

Silently the Cardassian moved toward the front of the shop when out of the corner of his eye he noticed that the workshop had a light on he moved toward the door and slowly pushed it open. In the dim light of the room, he could just make out the form of somebody sat in the chair behind his workstation, and from the gentle snores, he realised that the person slept. 

The cardassian walked up behind the sleeping form and reached over to turn on the small lamp at the side of the desk, at first the light revealed cut pieces of forest green silk, Garak smiled slightly the material was badly prepared and Garak’s eyes were drawn to the pile of scrap material on the floor.

 

The Cardassian walked around the desk so he stood directly in front of the sleeping man “computer increase lights by ten per cent”, he whispered and he felt is eye ridges raise in surprise when he discovered the sleeping form of Julian Bashir in his chair.

 

Garak sat opposite the young human watching him sleep until the computer chirped, “the time is 06.00”.  Bashir sat up and rubbed his eyes “computer transport item Bashir 1 to the infirmary” the material disappeared  

 

“Oh, my dear why, the hurry to leave?” Garak’s tone was pleasant and warm but somewhat questioning.  Bashir shot upright in his seat and Garak had to suppress a laugh.  Under his breath, Bashir muttered, “Busted”.

 

“Tell me Doctor, why are you here?” the older man had walked around to behind the chair to halt the doctors retreat.  Bashir feeling somewhat trapped instantly brought his hand up to his comm. badge but the Cardassian was quicker of the mark and stanched the device off his uniform.

 

 

“I’ll ask you again Doctor, why are you here?”  Garak was pleased to see the human swallow and he guessed it was because he was so close that his breath played across the younger mans ear.  Bashir swallowed trying to formulate a lie he really did not want to spoil the surprise.  “I needed a needle,” he simply said.

 

Garak placed a restraining hand on the humans shoulder “come now you can do better then that” the Cardassians mouth was so close to Bashir’s cheek that he could smell the scent of nutmeg on Garak’s breath.  It stirred something deep within him and before he considered the consequences of his actions, Bashir kissed him.

 

Garak stepped back stunned giving the doctor chance to stand, chance to think this was what the human had wanted, what he needed and now that he had made his move he refused to back off.  “I came here for you” Bashir’s eyes flashed with bold assertiveness and a confidence that the Cardassian had never seen or expected and he gasped as Bashir took a small step toward him.  “The question is what do you want, Garak?”

 

The Cardassian swallowed and took his own step forward holding out his hand.  Bashir stepped forward and raised his hand palm facing Garak and to his relief the Cardassian took it.  Then with an action so quick, that Bashir’s enhanced vision could not track it Garak grabbed the front of his tunic and pulled him into a bruising kiss.

 

Bashir pushed back at Garak pinning him to the wall his mouth made contact with Garak’s neck and he bit down hard tasting blood he pulled back to look at the Cardassian only to find him grinning their eyes met and the human understood instantly and bit down again earning a moan of pleasure from Garak.

 

The blood tasted good a mix of earl grey tea and vanilla.  To Garak’s delight Bashir continued to bite and as he did the Cardassians hand found its way into Bashir’s pants and as he started to stroke and caress Bashir’s hand went to meet the Cardassians and for a while they worked in unison.    Then Bashir hooked a leg around Garak’s and pushed the Cardassian was on his back in seconds with Bashir astride him the human took his comm. badge out of Garak’s hand and tapped it “computer transport item Bashir 1”  the bundle of silk re-materialized and Bashir pulled off Garak’s shirt then he covered them both in the fabric.  It felt wonderful against Garak’s bare skin and the Cardassian sighed. Bashir saw his opportunity and picked up a strip of silk from his scrap pile he then placed it over the Cardassians eyes, Garak’s hand shot up and grasped the humans wrist “what do you think you are doing?” he demanded.  Bashir placed a finger gently on Garak’s lip “ssh. It’s ok you can trust me” he whispered  the older man didn’t relax at all so Bashir started to stroke his jaw ridge once Garak seemed to unwind Bashir whispered “permit me too” the Cardassians jaw tightened the he gave a slight nod and took a deep breath.

 

Bashir covered the Cardassians eyes again and tied the silk loosely in to place, once he had done that he traced along the Cardassians eye ridge with a finger. His other hand moved to trace Garak’s chest Meshavar through the silk, then he pulled the material down and licked the ridge, Garak arched his back for contact as Bashir pulled away and the young man pushed him back firmly before he moved down toward the older mans stomach.  His tongue flicked into the smaller then human belly button and the Cardassian gasped.  Then Bashir moved further down bringing his mouth down to the Cardassians hip he took a bite of the ridge and Garak cried out in ecstasy.  Bashir’s warm lips moved down the ridge and his tongue made contact with Garak’s cock soon after. 

 

The Cardassians eye fluttered closed under the fold of silk and his back arched as contact was made between the two men, he fumbled around seeking contact with the human, a stroke of his velvet hair or anything but Bashir stayed just out of his grasp. Bashir smiled as the Cardassians hand just missed his hair and he moved back up toward the Cardassians chest taking a bite out of the chest Meshavar and causing Garak to hiss.

 

“Do you want to touch me?” Bashir asked the words seemed innocent but Garak caught the meaning in them and simply nodded.  Bashir picked up another strip of silk “Hold your hands up. Wrists together” Garak did as was told and Bashir bound his wrists together then he removed the silk from Garak’s eyes, Garak blinked as his eyes adjusted to the dim light of the shop again.

 

“You may touch me but with your mouth and tongue only” Bashir was really enjoying himself and making the Cardassian work for what he obviously wanted made things better still.  He did not have to wait long before Garak had pushed him back on to the floor, and a warm wet tongue ran along Bashir’s clavicle and teeth grazed his skin.  

 

Then Garak moved down the human chest licking his nipples through the soft cotton, he moved to the button that held the shirt closed and bit it off causing Bashir to groan.  Garak looked up into the mahogany eyes that watched him so intently.  Pure and wanton lust was etched on the Doctors face and Garak whispered, “I’ll sow that back on later” a comment that won him a smile.  

 

Garak moved further down and again bit off another button this time it was the button that held the Doctors pants up, he moved down a little more until his face rested in the Doctors lap he rested there inhaling the doctors musky sweet scent finally he started to lick the aroused bulge through it’s silk covering and Bashir exploded.

 

 

Some time after his many climaxes, Julian lay on the silk next to Garak’s very naked form the Cardassian had wrapped his arms around Bashir and they both basked in the after glow of their lovemaking when Garak asked, “So why were you here?”

 Bashir looked up at him “To make your birthday present” Garak blinked with surprise, it had been a long time since he had celebrated his birthday “what was it?”

 

“Computer transport item Bashir two”

 

The item materialized the main pyjamas where cream cotton and shop bought with a wide collar to accommodate the cardassian neck, the covering gown was forest green and had the crest of Cardassia embroidered on the back in gold thread. “Doctor” the Cardassians voice caught the clothes were beautiful “You made this?”  He asked and Bashir nodded “the gown yes”.  Tears started to roll down the Cardassians face and Bashir felt a sense of alarm “I have upset you,” he whispered and shame laced his voice.

 

“This is the first birthday anyone has bothered with in some time” Garak smiled and his eyes Bashir noticed danced with raw emotion.  “You like it?”

 

“Oh, yes doctor, I have had a most special birthday, thanks to you.  I have fallen in love and now I have something wonderful to wear” then he took the doctor in his arms and kissed him as if it were the first time.

 

End

 

 

Title: From bleak beginnings to the bitter end

Author: Uliani

Series: DS9
Pairing G/B
Rating: PG-13 (I think)
Codes: Summary: Warning: CHARACTER DEATHS! DO NOT READ IF YOU FEEL EMOTIONAL TEARS ARE GARANTEED!

Disclaimer: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine is the property of Paramount. This story, written in 2006, never has been and will never be sold.
Feedback: welcome

Death I suppose that it will embrace us all in time, to loose somebody so young, so vital that is a hard blow to take and yet it is a blow, which I must endure. Anger is all that I feel now no, that too is wrong it is not just anger, it is rage, hatred, pain and of course loss.

He was so kind to me in numerous times of need even when I struck out, when I hurt him with my words he would stay, he would absorb, he would reflect and then he would push what I said aside, I loved and still love him for that. He never faltered one the decision was made to put him to death and the news was given he held up his head his eyes blazing, his jaw clenched and a defiant “so be it” passed his lips.

His lips! Great Gul his lips! The perfect colouration of those beautiful lips, the way they became a perfect bow if he was sombre, that small pout of his when he was sad and then of course there was that smile, I will never forget that smile how many times had he turned that same smile to me? The many times when we first met that he had kindly indulged in listening to my secrets and my lies. The look of reprieve when I had told him about that transport ship I had destroyed just to stop a small group of Bajorans from escaping. The time he had held my hand in the infirmary and forgiven my past, like Ziyal, he saw something else in me, I have never understood what and I never will.

I am old it should be my death, not his and maybe that is selfish but at least the pain would go away. To never again, see youth dancing in those hazel eyes. To never feel that soft skin beneath my lips, or to hear my name spoken so softly. To never watch those tears roll down those soft cheeks when he watched a sad movie, to never be able to comfort him in his hour of sadness, life seems so pointless now.

He is dead because of me, oh I know my dear sweet Julian would argue against that but it is the truth, the Cardassian government, my government ensured that I would suffer through Julian’s pain I watched as he suffered, every whimper plays repeatedly in my head every wound dances before my eyes like sunspots, I can taste the blood from the abuse he suffered although I was not the abuser.

His death was quick a single disruptor blast to his chest. I can not write more it is too hard and the funeral is in ten minutes, I was a fool to think he would be safe with me, my government make sure the guilty suffer I had not expected them to use somebody so innocent in the process.

Goodbye, my dear, sweet Julian rest well you will be avenged.

Benjamin Sisko looked around at the senior staff that had assembled for Julian’s funeral, tear rolled down the faces of Dax and Kira, O’Brien just stared at the floor, Odo stood in a corner his face downcast, Garak had read his report to the room then he had placed a small Cardassian orchid on Julian’s chest kissed his hair and left,

Sisko made a note to check on the Cardassian later. Stepping up to the coffin he looked down at the face of his doctor, all the wounds had been healed and he found he had nothing to say that would show how much he cared he simply said “god speed Julian” and shut the lid it had been arranged that Julian be buried on Bajor so that Garak could go to his grave as often as he needed to, Kira had objected at first but one look at the Cardassian had changed her mind now a transporter beam activated and Julian disappeared to his final resting place.

Garak was found two days later slumped over the headstone of Julian’s grave he had been shot, it was later proved that he was killed by the same disruptor that had killed the young man that he had loved so deeply.

The end

Title: Tongue Ridges

Author: Uliani
Series: DS9

Pairing G&B

Rating: R/ NC17
Codes: Summary: Bashir has a surprising lesson in Cardassian anatomy

Disclaimer: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine is the property of Paramount. This story, written in 2006, never has been and will never be sold.
Feedback: welcome

 

 

Tongue ridges, by Allah.

Garak’s tongue has ridges.

They feel good too.

 

We met for lunch as usual,

Within minutes, my feet get massaged under the table.

I move my heel slowly over his groin.

His eye fluttered closed and his breathing slowed.

 

I took a bite of the spice pudding and started to chew slowly.

He likes to watch me eat; he says he enjoys my facial expressions.

His hand presses down a little harder on my foot.

Making the contact, between us sharper.

 

I lean across our table and take his free hand in mine.

At the same time, I pull my foot out of his grasp.

Understanding shines in his brilliant blue eyes.

With one shoe on and the other in my hand, we head to the turbolift.

 

It takes three seconds for the lift door to close.

Too long!

The door has closed now; we have 5 seconds until it re-opens.

His mouth finds my neck.

 

He bites and sucks at my skin,

He never licks, why doesn’t he ever lick?

I want and need to be licked.

My hand tangles in his hair, lick me I tell him.

 

He pauses then complies.

That pleases me; he never does what I tell him.

The tip of his tongue meets my neck.

He is holding back.

Why?

 

The lift opens and we head to his quarters.

They are closer then mine.

Once inside I throw my boot at him.

“Why are you holding back?” I ask

 

Confusion then recognition crosses his face.

He takes a breath, then murmurs, “I’ll show you”

He takes hold of my shoulders, and then he slowly runs his tongue up my neck.

I feel his tongue it feels almost wave like, firm places drop away to softer elements.

 

He steps back, a picture of calm but I can see the worry in his eyes.

“Why didn’t you tell me your tongue was deformed?” I tease him.

I instantly regret my words as I watch the colour drain for his face.

“That is why I have never licked you,” he said sadly.

 

“Elim I am teasing, your tongue felt good” I assure him.

“I hid this from you,” he whispered

“You hide many things from me about yourself” I smile.

“I thought my tongue would alarm you” a statement.

 

I take off my shirt and walk toward him.

Once in front of him I place my hands on his shoulders and guide us both to our knees.

I run my flat uninteresting tongue along his neck ridge.

I pull back offering him my bare chest guiding him to my exposed nipples.

 

“Lick there” I encourage

I almost cum after first contact with his tongue.

I undo his tunic and start to match his licks.

My fingers stroke his neck.

 

He gains confidence and starts to relax.

“Take your pants off” we both say at the same time.

We settle again on the floor.

As he continues to lick, I gently slip a finger inside him.

 

He moves to my side and starts to massage my length.

It hits me his tongue is why he has never been down on me.

I wonder if he could be-

He has read my mind I am now taken in to his mouth.

 

Oh great GUL; that feels good.

His tongue wraps itself repeatedly around me.

I push another finger in to him and he lets out a hiss of pleasure.

“Take Me,” I tell him.

 

He moves between my legs pulling them apart.

He pushes in, and then pulls us up so I am on his lap.

As I move up and down, he starts to lick again.

I massage my cock as we work.

 

Shortly after we both cum.

We hold each other and stay connected and warm.

“Promise me something,” I say

“Mmm” he replies.

“The next time you have a concern about your body tell me” I say.

“I will,” he said.

 

Whether he will remains to be seen, but one thing is for sure I wish he had told me about Cardassian tongues a hell of a lot sooner.

 

End.

Title: Dark

Author: Uliani
Series: DS9
Pairing G/B
Rating: PG13/R
Warning: Character death

Codes: Summary: After he learns of Ziyal’s death Julian locks himself in the bathroom and throws up, because for a moment he had felt nothing but pure joy at the news.

Disclaimer: Star Trek: Deep Space 9 is the property of Paramount. This story, written in 2006, never has and never will be sold.
Feedback: welcome

 

Joy, pure, unrefined, joy filled his heart when he heard the news. She was gone and good riddance; she had played with his heart, made Kira’s eyes sad and ultimately destroyed her father.

 

Bashir looked over at the scene, Dukat heavily sedated, Kira quietly standing in a corner tears clouding her eyes but never leaving them the mix of devastation and relief that crossed Garak’s face when he looked at her lifeless body. Bashir needed to make that hurt go away for the cardassian.

 

Suddenly horrified as if he had just woken from a disturbing dream the Doctor covered his mouth and run to the bathroom just next to his office he barely had time to lock the door before he threw up his lunch.

 

She was a child and her death was so senseless a single blast to the chest that would have killed her almost instantly. He had of course, fought to stabilize her condition it was in vain. Then it had been the moment where he had to break the news to Dukat he had never seen a Cardassian much less Dukat lose his arrogant dignity like the Cardassian did right before his eyes and when he whispered his forgiveness Bashir gave him a shot of sedative.

 

Bashir flushed the toilet then he used a washcloth to wipe away the vomit that had splashed his uniform, he straightened up took a deep breath, unlocked the door and prepared to walk through.

 

He must have been in there longer than he had thought, the infirmary was empty apart from Ziyal’s body, the lights were dim as he walked to her side, an autopsy had been requested by Sisko and Starfleet, Kira gave her permission with the order that all organs were returned to the body and all incisions healed before Ziyal’s funeral. Bashir started to gather his instruments when he heard a sob coming from his office. He put down his tricorder and walked through the doors. Nobody was visible from the door so Bashir stepped in further walking toward his desk the sob seemed to have come from there, nobody was in his chair he walked around the desk and was surprised to find Garak sat on the floor hugging himself.

 

“Garak?” he said softly and the cardassian looked up at him his clear blue eye shone with tears. The human crouched beside him “I am so sorry” Bashir whispered taking the Cardassians hand in his own.

 

“You misunderstand, Doctor” a pause then the Cardassian whispered, “Please hold me”. Bashir sat next to him and wrapped his arm around the Cardassians shoulder pulling toward him then he asked “how so?”

 

Then cardassian cleared his throat and gulped in some air then slowly started to speak.

“When Mr. Sisko told us that Ziyal was in the infirmary with you I had several images fill my mind all of which ended with you being hurt” again Garak paused and swallowed. “Go on” the Doctor prompted. Moving slightly closer to the Cardassian..

 

“I felt ….felt like the world had disappeared from beneath my feet, I had…have so much I need to talk to you about….I” again the Cardassian stopped this time he licked his lips and taking the doctor’s hand in his. “Then I got here and the first thing I saw was Ziyal lying there I heard you telling Dukat there was nothing as you could but she had died of her injury’s. I heard him forgive you and his sobs as he wept, yet I felt relief….you were fine and safe”

 

Bashir squeezed his hand; he was beginning to understand where this was going….or where he hoped this was going. “Does that make me a bad person?” Garak was saying and Bashir reached up and brushed his cheek with two fingers “ssh….no of course not, however I am unsure what you are saying” a pause “ I hope it is going were I think it is because…..I love you and I have been in love with you some time”

 

“I love you too,” Garak whispered then cool lips brushed the Doctors cheek before Garak’s body was shuddering with his sobs and the grief he felt escaped his body. Bashir held him for a long time his own tears of guilt and sorrow rolled down his face a warm arm slid around his back and they cried until exhausted.

 

Bashir’s head nurse found them the nest morning, smiling she thought “it’s about time” then in silence she carried out her duties and left them to sleep.

 

End

Title: Roses

Author: Uliani
Series: DS9
Pairing G/B
Rating: NC-17
Warning: A little biting and blood sucking, but no Vampires
Codes: Summary: Another fic inspired by Slytherin_Gypsy
Garak knows that Julian is the type that likes to give roses; so when he sees the bouquet of Edosian orchids on his bed he cannot escape the sudden feeling of dread that settles on the pit of his stomach.

He walked into his quarters and his nostrils flared instantly, he had not smelt the sweetness of an Edosian Orchid since….that was not important. He started to look around the room there was no sign of the flowers in his living room he checked the bathroom next but found nothing. With a sigh he opened his bedroom door and there the cursed things were, they had been placed on his bed there was no card but he knew who they were from and now he pondered what to do about it.

Julian Subatoi Bashir was a good man in fact he is too good for you old man. You the trained member of the Obsidian Order, you should have read the signs, you should have seen this coming you idiot! Now you have to do something about this, stop it before he gets hurt.

He would get hurt wouldn’t he? You have managed to hurt most of your lovers, the ones that had not been killed because of you. He is a child in many ways. You imagine is eyes now, shining mahogany pools of youthful joy and optimism. His limbs alive with raw energy bending to you every whim, you could…but must not…you have to stop thinking like this.

Garak picked up the orchids and made his way to the door of his quarters, once outside he took a left then a right and finally stood outside the good doctors door. Having taken the shorter route he had given himself little time to think about what he was going to say. He pressed the chime and if door chimes, could sound angry that one did. He entered on command and was aware of two pairs of dark eyes on him, one set belonged to Major Kira who cleared her throat then made her excuses to leave.

Garak stood looking at the doctor for a moment as he walked around his quarters babbling on about the events of his day. The Cardassian was hardly listening to him, and suddenly shook himself out of his dazed state. The doctor continued to talk and Garak grew impatient in the end his patience snapped, “Doctor, will you please shut up!” the human looked at him stunned then did just that sitting on the nearest chair he waited for Garak to speak again.

The Cardassian made sure that his outward appearance was its usual serene mask. But doubt had started to creep up inside of him the second his icy blue eyes made contact with humans warm mahogany ones, he was still sure that this was the best course of action yet he felt his resolve starting to slip and his nostrils flared as the scent of the orchids assaulted him.

“Garak, wha….” Bashir started to ask until the Cardassian rounded on him.
“Oh come doctor you know what is wrong” Garak’s voice was strained and he waved the orchids at the young human, the expression on his face Bashir had never seen before, not even during the episode with the implant. Every muscle in Garak’s upper body had tensed his face contorted with pure loathing but somehow the doctor knew that the loathing was not toward him.

“These damn Orchids, how dare you send them to me?” Garak yelled, inside he felt his heart being ripped in two, this whole situation hurt so much. He felt his breaths getting more difficult and the words that formed in his mouth fell away from view just as quickly. He wanted to grab the doctor, to pull him close and never let him go, but the little voice in his head constantly told him to kill off all ties to the doctor for the younger mans own good.

He felt a hand on his shoulder then, when had the doctor stood up? He shrugged it off.
“Can’t you see this won’t work?” Each word clipped and strained “you’ll end up hurt or worse”. Suddenly Garak was flung forward, at some point Bashir had managed to grab his tunic and then used his strength to throw the Cardassian ass first on to the couch. He landed with a slight thump then before he had time to recover the human was straddled over his lap. Garak used as much strength as he dared to shake the human off. Nimble fingers pinched the ridge going from the Cardassians ear and a stabbing pain shot down Garak’s neck, it was enough to stop his struggle and he wondered how the human knew about that little technique usually reserved for gaining a lovers full attention and simultaneous arousal,.

He opened his mouth to speak and Bashir squeezed the ridge by his other ear.
“You will shut up and you will listen, are we clear? Garak nodded he heard the thunder in the doctor’s voice. It was filled with a passion that Garak had never thought possible of the normally placid human in front of him now.

“I know about the others” Bashir was saying, “I know what happened to them after they had been with you” Garak stared at him dumbstruck how did he know? Another squeeze, this time to his Meshavar and his eyes closed. “Mila contacted me just after the episode with the implant, we became friends and after a short time she told me she knew about how I felt about you….that was also news to me I thought you were a friend but that was as far as things were meant to go between us….She told me about the murders”.

“She sent me all of the relevant information surrounding the deaths….although how she got past the Order is beyond me. I was horrified with what I had read these people were dead because they loved you, and here I am taking that same path”

Garak flinched a little as warm lips brushed his then he heard a whisper “Do you want me Elim Garak?” he nodded all of his resistance gone and the was all Bashir needed to see, he grabbed the material of the tunic and pulled it came away with a loud ripping sound. Then he brought his mouth to the Cardassians chest Meshavar he licked it and just as Garak wondered if he know what was expected he bit down hard, the blood tasted sweet in Bashir’s mouth and he started to suck a little. Garak was like a rock beneath him and he really did not care that the cardassian still had not moved. His hand came up to tangle in the thick black hair pulling Garak’s head back before he sank his teeth into his neck. A hand was suddenly stroking at Bashir’s covered but fully erect cock and he was pleased that it was not his own. Garak moved his own mouth to the doctor’s neck and bit down but not hard enough to draw blood. He was rewarded with a small pinch to his ear ridge and a growled “properly”.

Some how Bashir’s pants had been removed along with his briefs. The Cardassian grabbed his throat and managed to push him on to the couch with one hand as he tried to undo his own pants. Julian saw he was struggling and pulled his hand away then helped in the garments removal seconds later Garak was inside and pumping hard and Bashir sucked on his neck ridge his own hand between them.

An hour later Bashir and Garak were wrapped in a blanket peacefully aware of each other but little else, when Bashir picked up a petal from one of the Orchids. He gently slid it down Garak’s nose and was please to see the nostrils flare.

“Do you have any idea what the scent of those things, does to me?” his voice was muffled as he started to nuzzle Bashir’s neck.

“Actually yes I do, it was in your diary” Bashir said causing the Cardassian to sit up. “Mila sent me them, she had hidden them for years and while you were ill I took the liberty of reading them. Ok I know I shouldn’t have, but I for one am pleased with the results”

Garak should have been angry, but found he wasn’t.
“I thought I was the spy” he chuckled then said “Julian dear, I think there is hope for you yet” then he bit down and all that was heard was the doctor’s delighted moan.

End.

Title: New Experiences

Author: Uliani

Series: DS9

Pairing G/B & A Jem’Hadar

Rating: R/ NC17 (I think)
Codes: Summary: Warning: m/m relationship, Garak and Bashir teach a Jem’Hadar the joy of sex.

Disclaimer: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine is the property of Paramount. This story, written in 2006, never has been and will never be sold.
Feedback: welcome

 

The light was bright and painful to Bashirs eyes, it must have been worse for Garak. Two pairs of grey hands yanked the doctor off of the Cardassians lap and Garak shivered at the sudden exposure to the cold two more pairs of hands pulled the Cardassian to his feet and he had a split second to cover himself before he and the doctor were pushed out of the cell door.

 

Moments later the Jem’Hadar first, was regarding them the aliens face gave nothing away but his eyes, they shone with curiosity “leave us” an order barked so suddenly the doctor flinched. Garak’s fingers brushed the back of the doctor’s hand in reassurance the cardassian was impressed the young humans face gave nothing away but Garak could smell his fear.

 

“Human, when my men found you, you were sitting on the Cardassians lap why?”

Bashir glanced at Garak who smiled and nodded slightly. “We were having sex” came the reply; the Jem’Hadar stared at them for several minutes then said, “Teach me”.

 

Bashir was flabbergasted at the suggestion so Garak took the lead leaning into the doctor he whispered “It’s the only way out of this, I am sorry” then he walked to the Jem’Hadar who in turn reached for his weapon. “Oh, come now, do you want to learn about sex or not” Garak scolded, the alien hesitated the put the weapon down. “Just relax” Garak slowly brought his hand up to the Jem’Hadar face and slowly ran his finger along the aliens lips. Slowly he brought his face toward the other man and brushed his lips against the mans lips his tongue gently licked along the still closed mouth and massaged it open then his tongue invaded the Jem’Hadar’s mouth and his strong hands gripped the mans shoulders pushing him back against the wall. Garak suddenly felt hands on himself too from behind an intake of breath and the scent told him it was Julian, nibble and skilled fingers started to make their way up the Cardassians neck ridges then they made their way to the fastening of the Cardassians tunic slowly undoing it until warm hands found their way inside.

 

Ranaklaka’klan did not know what to do with his hands he wanted to touch the Cardassian but was unsure where to start so he just followed Garak’s lead until the human had arrived to help teach him. Slowly he brought a hand up to the Cardassians neck then ran a single finger down the ridge and saw the Cardassians eye flutter closed unsure if that was a good thing he did it again and a small moan escaped Garak’s lips and the Cardassian began to pull at the mans uniform.

 

By that time, Bashirs hand had found its way inside the Cardassians pants and his fingers to the Cardassians opening he started to stroke slowly causing the Cardassian to shudder.

 

After a while, Bashir removed his hand and walked to the Jem’Hadar he placed his hand over Garak’s and guided the two men to the floor. Garak’s fingers finally ripped through the Jem’Hadar’s tunic exposing his chest there were no nipples and no indentation at the stomach and his skin was smooth but firm. Garak started to lick his way down the Jem’Hadar’s chest and the aliens breath caught and he wondered why the Founders denied him this sex, he knew he did not need to reproduce but he liked the sensations this gave him, moreover he liked the Cardassian that was touching him this way. He felt a pair of smaller hands come to rest on his hips, he had forgotten the doctor and his eyes widened when the hands began to pull at his pants. He lifted his hips up to allow the removal of the garment and it was not long before he felt warm lips grazing his hips and thighs.

Julian Bashir savoured the taste and texture of the Jem’Hadar’s skin against his lips it was unlike anything he had ever encountered before it was even more exotic then the tastes and textures of Garak’s muscular body. Bashir’s hand made its way to the Jem’Hadar’s cock and started to stroke his other hand reached out to touch Garak’s cock and again he started to stroke.

 

Ranaklaka’klan felt as if his whole body was about to explode, it amazed him and a sense of peace overtook the constant feeling of rage that he usually carried. His hands sought contact with the cardassian who was still licking and sucking his chest, his hands gripped the mans shoulders and he flipped him over then he leant back on his heals to take in the view.

 

Garak’s body was a sight that ensnared the senses of the person that observed him. Muscular and stocky his skin appeared silver in the dim light it was a contrast to his own lead colouring. The Cardassians neck ridges dropped down his body at the shoulder and continued down to his abdomen tiny scales made intricate patterns down his chest and the Jem’Hadar slowly ran a finger across the Cardassians chest meshavar extracting a groan from the man.

 

When Ranaklaka’klan turned his attention to the human, he saw power for the first time ever he saw power and beauty in a human body, a strong back and slender frame that seemed breakable yet resilient in a bronzed wrapping. The humans sex was covered in curls of dark hair as if it protected it maybe it did in a way. The human had come to rest between Garak’s legs his hand gently massaged the Cardassians penis until Ranaklaka’klan noticed that it grow slightly larger with each caress. Finally, Bashir took the Cardassian in his mouth, the Cardassians hips bucked and a grey hand came down to rest gently on the doctors head as he edged further down the shaft. However, as suddenly as he had started he stopped, turning to the Jem’Hadar he guided him forward, Garak in the mean time had moved behind him his penis posed at his tiny opening and as the doctor tool Ranaklaka’klan in to his mouth the cardassian pushed inside of him.

 

Julian licked and sucked at the Jem’Hadar while Garak slammed into him the Jem’Hadar had never felt so good, he could feel the tiny vibrations of the doctor throat as he took the alien even deeper into his mouth, heat poured to the Jem’Hadar’s sex and he felt as if he were about to explode. Then he tensed as wave after wave of a hot sticky fluid escaped him. Moments later the had pushed the doctor back on to the Cardassians lap and was returning the favour until the human cried out and lost his own fluid and was filled instantly with the Cardassians cum.

 

All three men came apart in a haze of kisses, Ranaklaka’klan summoned his men and the two prisoners were taken back to their cell where they continued to pleasure each other late into the following day. Garak was pleased he had found out some useful information and knew that the Jem’Hadar would protect them now. He inhaled Julian’s scent once more and drifted of to sleep listening to the doctor’s soft snores.

 

End.

Title: Life Giver.

Author: Uliani
Series: DS9
Pairing G&B
Rating: R (swearing and little bits of sex)
Codes: Summary: An account of things told in The Wire
Disclaimer: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine is the property of Paramount. This story, written in 2006, never has been and will never be sold.
Feedback: welcome

The closeness of his body as they wrestled was breath taking, strong tense muscles using every bit of strength and energy he had, the endless rage and adrenalin surging through his blood I can feel the raw power of his movement, his pain is evident on his face it is so powerful I can almost feel it too.

He’s above me now his hands around my throat, I need to change this situation before….well before somebody…most likely me gets hurt. Ah, my foot just made contact with a lower rib that should be enough to push him off or at least push us both over…Damn that must have hurt him at least the grimace says it did, but it worked. I am on top of him now my god he is magnificent! I wonder what he tastes like….Stop thinking like that….he’s sick for Christ’s sake.

A finger makes contact with my lip and I stick the tip of my tongue out just to taste. The next thing I know the finger is all the way in my mouth…what the hell am I doing I can’t bloody do this now he’s ill, delusional, he doesn’t know what he is doing…I want him though….now…..Oh god he other hand is no my chest now. A hypospray I need to sedate him to stop this then if he wants this when he is, better I will gladly give myself.

I move away but strong hands grasp my uniform and again I am surprised at your remaining strength. My hand cover his and I pull free of his grip, he whispers, “please stay” I ignore the plea just long enough to get the sedative he needs.

One hour later

It is not working, why in gods name isn’t it working. I could have drugged half the station with the shots he has had. He keeps begging me to hold him, to give him comfort, to love him. He grabs my hand each time I move away so I sit beside him until he calms again, sometimes if I stoke his hair he starts to suck on one of my fingers, I make a mental note to “look that up” later.
Three hours later

Garak sleeps finally; I have made myself some Tarkalean tea and I have started to look into the finger sucking, this of course should not be my main concern, helping him to get better is my job but he appears to be resting comfortably so I have a little time.

I am flicking through one of the few books I have managed to find on Cardassian “habits” I scan a few pages until I find what I am looking for, I read, I digest then I moan,

“OH SHIT!”

so, it was like this, I had unknowingly given the come and fuck me when I was stroking his hair and he had responded with a standard Cardassian finger sucking that roughly translates to “ok, drop your drawers” talk about awkward! Why is nothing about Cardassians straight fucking forward?

On a less fun note I am about to embark to Arawath to try to get the rat bastard that is Enabran Tain to help me save Garak. The woman I spoke to was an older woman of….around sixty years of age. She told me her name was Mila then ordered me to state my business, the second I told her of Garak’s condition her whole face changed it became an unreadable mask but her eyes shone with under lying love and worry. “be here in two days” she snapped then cut the connection.

Commander Sisko was surprised when I marched into his office and demanded a runabout so I could go to Arawath to get the answers I needed, Kira and O’Brien both strongly advised that I should not go but Dax was a lot more understanding and told Sisko he should let me go.

I entered cardassian space and almost immediately had Gul what’s-his-name ordering me to leave cardassian space at once or prepare to have my ass kicked all the way back to Bajor. I gave him that great long god awful code that Mila supplied the next thing I knew I was being escorted to Arawath.

The first thing that hit me when I laid eyes on Tain was how bloody smug he looked, the second was that I would cheerfully wring his neck.

Picture this, I am stood at one end of the room and Mr. Oh-so-smug is at the other, he asks me how Garak is, as if he’d give a cold crap on a hot summer day! My manner flagging I asked Mr. I-want-to-be-king what I needed to know to save Garak then run like hell back to DS9.

Where I , (don’t applaud although you can if you like) treated my friend and former finger sucker. Guess what boys and girls HE LIVED!

Three days later Elim Garak sat opposite me at the replimat as if NOTHING had happened. I finally got up to go back to my quarters and (without thinking) I ruffled his hair as I walked behind him the next thing I knew my finger was in his mouth again and I am suggesting we go to my quarters where the following happened.
1, I dimmed the lights and turned up the heating.
2, I ripped (yes ripped), off his clothes until a mother naked Cardassian stood in front of me, his cock erect and wanting.
3, I ordered him to read this log after I’d fucked him.

Elim Garak put down the log and glanced at the sleeping form next to him, Julian Bashir was unique in many ways, but the one Garak liked the most was that Bashir loved him. All of a sudden, life seemed worth living again.
The end.