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.