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Julian covered his eyes, thinking. He couldn’t remember a single one of his other holoprograms. “Computer: king size bed.” One immediately shimmered into existence right in front of them on the beach, all white linens and wooden posts in the absence of any descriptive parameters. “How’s this?”
Garak strolled up and patted the mattress, which gave easily. “It’ll do. Would you-” he broke off upon seeing the doctor already half naked and yanking off the rest. “Alright, then.”
As soon as their clothes were fully shucked and flung away, Julian clambered up. “Do you think you should tie me down or- oof .” Garak had yanked his legs out, landing him on his belly. “...Because I don’t want to hurt you.”
Garak flipped him over onto his back and climbed onto the bed. “I won’t let you.” Glancing down at the nest of hair between Julian’s legs, Garak licked his lips. “Do you have any aversions to fellatio?”
“What? Um, no?”
“Tell me if you want me to stop.” Crawling up to straddle Julian’s legs, Garak grabbed him by the hips, thumbs massaging into the valleys. Meeting Julian’s eyes one more time, he added, “Do as you please. Pull my hair, pinch my shoulders. Whatever you desire.” And without any more preamble, he bent over.
At first it tickled, like Garak was scenting the area, or nuzzling it. Or both. But a moment later there was something warm and wet, a tongue settling along Julian’s soft length, and he felt a tiny but insistent zing. In all his years with various partners, Julian had never been licked to hardness before, but Garak succeeded admirably and with uncommon speed. As soon as Julian was ready to request for a little more, it was as if Garak heard the unspoken plea and took the erection into his mouth.
Heat rolled through Julian from head to toes, a different pressure from the one he’d felt before, and all the more welcome for it. Overpowering one basic instinct with another , he ruminated muzzily. Fast on its heels, though, was Oh wow, Garak is good .
It wasn’t only that he could take Julian back to his throat or suck until his cheeks surrounded Julian’s shaft, but his tongue would also come into play and he’d swallow repeatedly, creating a rhythmic pressure. Just as a coalescing tingle began to build up, however, the tailor pulled off to take a breath.
First was dismay and disappointment, but hard on their heels were annoyance, frustration, and irritation. “Garak,” Julian gritted out between his clenched teeth.
He was engulfed again, all negative emotions evaporating at the next flood of pleasure. The escalation was faster this second time, but once more as he approached the edge, Garak released him to gulp in a few more breaths. Aggravation had Julian’s nails tearing at the sheets.
A third time. Blessed suction, lapping, a hand around the base of his cock and another cupping his balls. In under the space of a minute, Julian was once more teetering on the edge “Garak. I’ve got to- I need-” One finger slipped backward to tease his perineum, and Julian thought he might just die right there on the spot. “If you don’t fuck me,” he growled, I’m going to fucking kill you.”
Wide blue eyes blinked owlishly up at him. “Oh. Are you sure?”
No. Yes. It felt good but it wasn’t enough. Julian wanted to attack something. Or maybe be attacked. His mind couldn’t make itself up anymore; there were too many criss-crossing signals. “Just do something!”
Garak sat up, backing away. “Go jump in the water again. I want you to at least be semi-coherent.” When Julian didn’t respond through the red haze that was steadily creeping into his vision, Garak hauled him off the bed, manhandling him as he struggled across the thirty feet between them and the breakers, and dumped him into the surf. Julian popped up to catch, “-puter: increase wave height to two meters,” and then before the human could get his bearings, his feet were yanked out from under him as a liquid wall slammed into his shoulders from behind. He was back underwater. Fighting his way to the surface only brought another deluge crashing over his head. After two more unsuccessful attempts, Julian realized that his hands could reach the bottom easily enough, so he crawled his way into the shallows. With a final lift and whoosh that made his stomach flutter, he was half washed, half thrown onto the sand, choking and wheezing. A single blossom of sanity unfurled its petals.
A distant part of his brain understood what was happening; Julian was expending his energy fighting the tide instead of another person. He was being worn down. The more primitive parts of his brain rebelled at the thought, simultaneously terrified and furious at being weakened, but what little of his logical functions that remained were grateful. Dripping and panting, Julian approached the bed.
Garak had made a few adjustments in the meantime: chiefly the sheets were now black, the number of pillows had doubled and mounded in the center, and two loops of leather extended from the mattress at the top. “Do you still want this?”
Julian bobbed his head, limbs thrumming and heartbeat palpable throughout his entire torso as he took in the tableau.
“Lie face down over these.” Garak gestured to the pillows. “And grab on here.” The loops.
Julian obeyed, winding up on his knees, arse in the air, leather gripped tightly in both hands. He felt absurd for a moment, like he was some sort of perverse carnival ride, but he forgot instantly when Garak stalked around to stand directly in front of him. After pressing a pronounced crest on his lower abdomen that mirrored the ones on his forehead and chest, a thin and membranous blue organ emerged from a mound of scales between his legs, covered in a viscous fluid and curving proudly upward. Before Julian’s eyes, it filled with blood and expanded, turning purple. “This is what will be inside you,” Garak informed him. “The lubrication and minimal width should make insertion relatively painless. But once inside, it will continue to thicken and lengthen until the space is filled. Do you understand, Doctor?”
If Julian had thought they had the time, he would have darted forward for a taste. But as it was, he was already harboring homicidal thoughts about what he’d do to anybody who got in between him and that miraculous cock. “I do,” he rasped. “I’m ready.”
He was ready. He was practically vibrating with tension.
Garak rounded about and eased onto the bed behind Julian, kneeling between his legs and behind the pillows to line himself up. The first touch felt like a mere finger, a single questing digit that explored his rim. But it pressed inward and continued to do so, sliding deeper and deeper until Julian could feel himself being poked somewhere behind his navel. He expelled a loud groan that sounded like he’d just been punched.
Garak draped himself over Julian, covering the trembling body with his own solid weight. He kissed over the sensitized skin of shoulder, neck, and nape, coming to a pause behind one ear. “If there is any vestige of awareness or rationality left in there, please know that this is not how I would have wanted our first time to be. And that if you are amenable, in the future I would like a chance to make amends.”
A window of calm cracked open inside Julian’s head. “I know. You were willing to die to save me, Garak. This isn’t what I would have planned, either. But…” the window was closing… “we’ll fix it. We’ll do it better next- next time. I-” Julian hissed, grabbing at the loops so tight his skin felt raw. Darkness swirled through brain, blood, and bone, a black fire that threatened to consume him “Please now. Now, Garak. Please save me.”
There was no verbal response, but the organ inside him began to swell against his inner walls, making them both gasp. It stretched the ring of muscles at his entrance and pushed against the hard lump of his prostate. It compressed the muscles and organs inside his belly and somehow made those in his thighs begin to burn. “Oh, my dear Doctor,” Garak moaned into Julian’s shoulder.
Thicker, deeper. The intensity was astounding. “Gar-ak.” Julian could feel himself leaking precome already. Maybe it was being forced out because there wasn’t room for anything else.
Not even insidious poisons.
Garak wasn’t just inside him, he was filling every nook and cranny, every open space, every crevice. Julian thought he might burst. “G-Garak.” Julian buried his face in the sheet. “Hold my hand?” Garak’s hand crept up his body, caressed along his arm, followed it upward to where Julian’s hand was still clenched around the leather loop. He covered it with his own. “Please,” Julian pleaded in a hoarse whisper. “Pleasepleaseplease.”
There was an interminable and terrifying moment of stillness followed by the strange sensation of being turned inside out, and it took Julian a few seconds to realize that Garak was withdrawing. The begging became “Nonononono,” which stopped as he reversed course to push back in. But to Julian’s distress, he pulled out once more.
The awful cycle continued, horrible emptiness replaced by rapturous filling, which was then stolen away and returned over and over again. Julian squeezed every muscle he had trying to keep Garak forever and ever sheathed inside him, but the man above and behind and inside him kept up with the torturous thrust and retraction, driving Julian slowly and increasingly more insane.
It was difficult to tell when exactly the tempo increased, but before long they were pounding in synchrony, both rocking their bodies into each other and crying out curses, entreaties, promises as the mattress bounced beneath them.
One particularly hard thrust forced Julian’s untouched cock into the pillows propping him up, and that final bit of stimulation sent him careening over the edge. With a buzzing that began in his core and spread to his ball and cock, he yelled out until his throat was raw, feeling hot wet ropes fountain out of himself to further soak the linens.
Garak continued pumping away, grunting, and another twist and thrust sent Julian into the stars a second time, a few more spurts dribbling out. Garak bit into his shoulder with a high-pitched wine, and something warm and liquidy flooded his intestines. Wobbly, well-fucked, and semi-sated, Julian melted into the bed.
Maybe the concoction wasn't fully out of his system yet, or there was a side effect of using orgasm instead of violence, or maybe Garak was actually a sex god in disguise, but everything grew a little hazy from there on out. Julian could recall only a few snippets of what followed over the next indeterminate length of time: deciding to flip himself over, Garak above him, Garak inside him again. Nails on scales, teeth on hips and necks and nipples, a frenzy that resulted in rolling off the bed and into the sand…
But it was all fragmented and disjointed, the perceptions jumbled; colors when there should have been sound or sounds when there should have been taste.
Whatever it was that transpired between them, when Julian fully (or mostly) regained consciousness he was inside of and on top of Garak instead of the other way around, and his friend’s eyes were dazed, his jaw slack. Julian kissed the jutting pink lower lip that looked to be swollen from whatever it was they’d gotten up to, making Garak whine and jump under him, then relaxed.
Feeling clearer than he had in hours, Julian smiled hesitantly down. “Hi.”
“Hello.” Garak searched his face, cautiously hopeful. “Is it over?”
Julian took physical and mental stock, not yet ready to disengage himself and search for the tricorder. “I believe so. I’m… ninety eight point four percent certain that the violantin has been neutralized.”
Garak huffed in relief. “Thank goodness. I had no idea the enhancements would have given you so much… stamina.”
Julian caressed his cheek, wishing he could remember more of what had transpired. “It seems like you kept up.”
“Yes, but at a heavy cost. A good deal of my participation was supplied by the various stimulants and pain blockers I pumped into my body before arriving. I didn’t expect to have to deal with the consequences after.”
Julian pulled out but stayed in place, blinking back tears. “Oh, Garak. Thank you. I’ll take care of you now,” he vowed, raising up to kiss his friend on the brow. “We’ll get you squared away and both take a day or two of rest when we get back”
“That sounds… excellent.” With a deep inhale and exhale, Garak closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he looked almost bashful. “I don’t suppose you-” He shook his head. “Never mind.”
On a hunch, Julian slipped over to his side for a snuggle. “Would you like to come to my quarters to recuperate for the next few days? We could keep an eye on eachother, make sure we’re hydrating and such properly. It’d be easier, don’t you think?”
Garak turned his head so that they were once more eye to eye. “I’ll defer to your expertise, Doctor.”
“There’s only one stipulation.”
Garak’s eyes narrowed. “Yes?”
“We’re going to have to talk about where we want to go next and what we want to do. Not just sex. You-” Julian’s breath caught. “You chose death in order to give me life. That’s not something I take lightly.”
Garak petted his flank, gazing back up into the sky, which was now dotted by stars. “It was a simple choice, my dear. I’ve taken more lives than you’ve saved. I decided to even the balance.”
“That’s very noble of you,” Julian replied wryly. “But I did read Seven Sands, Seven Lifetimes . I know that dying at the hands of the one you love is probably the greatest Cardassian act of devotion there is. Even more so than marriage.” Garak's expressive pink lips turned down in a scowl. “Don’t worry. I won’t tell everyone that Elim Garak is literally a die-hard romantic.” Julian gave him another small kiss. “But I will remember.” And another. “Thank you again.” Ignoring the various sticky fluids covering their bodies, Julian cuddled closer. “We… probably ought to notify someone about what happened soon.”
Garak hummed in agreement. “Computer: prepare text message to Captain Sisko- Bashir safe and Garak alive, but more time needed. Please allow two hours for both parties to recover. Send.”
“Message sent.”
Julian tried to change positions but found that his hip was glued to Garak’s side. “Gross.” They carefully unstuck themselves while agreeing that a change of venue was needed. Once on his feet, Julian took the lead this time. “Computer: Load up Bashir Hotel Room Epsilon Lamda Iota Mu.” At Garak’s curious tilt of the head, he added, “I’ll explain another day.” The beach shimmered away to be replaced by a plush and opulent dimly lit space containing several mirrors, a large hot tub, and another bed just as large but covered in gold and burgundy blankets and sheets. As Garak took stock, Julian headed for the refresher. “I’m thinking of a short shower, a soak in the hot tub for our sore muscles, and then at least an hour of sleep. How does that sound?”
“Marvelous.” Garark peered into the sauna, running his palm over the veined marble. “I’m beginning to regret not visiting the holosuites more often.”
Julian wrapped his arms around Garak’s waist from behind, nestling his head in the crook of Garak’s neck and closing his eyes. “That’s twice we’ve almost died in here. Only good times from now on. I demand it.”
Garak squeezed his hand. “You certainly deserve that. I’ll do whatever is in my power to always give you what you want and need.”
Julian opened his eyes and gently spun Garak around, exaltant in the fact that his heart was finally beating with something other than fury or terror. Hands entwined and nose to nose, Julian felt the first smile of the entire tumultuous day grace his mouth. “I love you, too.”