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.