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Julian woke up, and immediately realized that something was wrong.

"What the=96," he muttered, shifting under the sheets.
Moving proved a mistake, although the resulting spasm of pain did
pinpoint the exact location of his discomfort.

Turning his head, Julian glared at his lover. "What the hell did
you put inside me?"

Garak opened his eyes, clearly he'd been awake for a while.
"Nothing you didn't ask for, my dear. As I recall, you were
quite enthusiastic while making the request."

"That's not," he paused to check, but none of Elim's
appendages were so much as touching him. "That's definitely
not what's inside me now!"

All Julian received in response was a patently false look of
innocence. Grumbling about smart-ass reptiles first thing in the
morning, he gingerly climbed out of his bed, and staggered towards
the refresher. The moment the door slid aside for him, Julian grabbed
the medical scanner from the top drawer of the cabinet and pointed
the device at his throbbing behind.

"Elim Garak!" He shouted through the closed door of the
refresher.

"Yes, Julian Subatoi Bashir?" The Cardassian replied, still
curled up in bed.

"Your semen has plugged up my arse!"

"Rather crudely stated, my dear. I would expect a Doctor to
provide a far more clinical diagnosis."

Julian stared at the scanner's results, at a loss. He could fix
this in a couple of seconds in the Infirmary, but it took even less
time to reject that option. They'd never let him live it down,
the Doctor thought in horror, and once his staff knew, everyone on
the station would know. His skin flushing with embarrassment,
Julian shouted, "This is all your fault!" To his chagrin, the
accusation sounded more petulant than furious.

The door slid open to reveal Garak wearing nothing but an expression
of amusement. "You were the one who insisted that we leave the
wash-up until morning. In fact, you accused me of having a
'cleanliness fetish,'and suggested that I should consult a
Counsellor regarding my aberrant attitude towards bodily fluids."

Feeling his skin grow even hotter, Julian protested, "You could
have warned me that this would happen!"

"Oh, I was going to, but then I thought how inappropriate it
would be for me, a mere tailor, to question the judgement of the
foremost interspecies specialist in the quadrant."

Grinding his teeth, Julian forced himself to put away the scanner
instead of throwing it at Garak's smug face. Shutting himself in
the shower cubicle with a bang, he growled, "You know damn well
it's easier to find out who's in charge of the Cardassian
Intelligence Bureau this week than to dig up a single accurate fact
about Cardassian sexuality."

Julian changed the shower's settings from sonics to water, and
adjusted the temperature to as hot as he could stand it. Activating
the hand-held shower head, he bent over and directed the spray to the
afflicted area, grimacing in pain. Although the mass of sperm
wasn't particularly large, when the ejaculate had dried overnight
it had adhered to the tender skin of his anal passage.

"But Doctor," came the cheerful rejoinder, "it was my
understanding that many reptiles from your home planet shared
similar properties. In evolutionary terms, it's an effective but
subtle means to ensure that one's genetic material is given
priority by preventing females from mating with another male
immediately afterwards."

"It doesn't feel bloody subtle at the moment," Julian
hissed.

"No, I imagine not, but I meant in comparison to mammalian
territorial practices. Don't think I'm not grateful that you
haven't urinated all over my quarters."

"Elim, you are a dead man." Julian groaned in frustration,
for the hot water was taking much too long.

"My dear, that's hardly news to me." Garak joined his
lover in the shower stall, holding a plastic bottle Julian didn't
recognize. Before he could ask, the Cardassian poured a richly
scented oil over his grey fingers, and sought out the source of
Julian's distress. "Here," Garak purred, "let me help
you with that."

Julian moaned, but this time not wholly from discomfort. After
discarding the container, the Cardassian's other hand began to
stroke an area less in need of soothing, but very appreciative of
the attention. When Julian shuddered in response, Garak murmured,
"It's the least I can do, under the circumstances."

Julian tried to think of an appropriate riposte, but his blood supply
was rapidly abandoning his brain. Surrendering, he deactivated the
shower head, and let it drop to the floor.

"Now, count to three," Garak instructed.

"I will not fall for =96 ah!" Stars flashed in front of
Julian's eyes. "Damn you, Elim, I knew you were going to do
that!"

"Were you also expecting this?" Garak murmured, his
lubricated fingers now applying pressure to Julian's prostate.

"No," Julian swallowed, "but I -- oh -- I was
hoping." He reached past his lover and opened the shower door, to
make the space less enclosed.

Taking advantage of the increased room to manoeuver, the Cardassian
lowered himself to his knees. "And were you also hoping for
this?"

"I will get you back." Julian mumbled.

"I look forward to the attempt." Elim whispered, before
taking his lover into his mouth.


***


Garak, ever punctual, had already set out lunch by the time Julian
arrived. After Dax had found out about them and shared the gossip
with her usual verve, they'd given up trying to hide the intimacy
of their relationship from DS9's population. So, instead of the
Replimat, they now regularly shared meals in the Doctor's
quarters. The increased privacy allowed for far more interesting
conversations with the secretive Cardassian, and occasionally,
even more pleasurable activities. Although, Julian grimaced, the
latter would definitely not be on the menu today.

"How are you feeling, Doctor?" Garak smiled at him, taking a
seat at the small dining table.

Julian lowered himself gently onto his chair. "A little
itchy," he confessed, "and feeling more than a little
sympathetic towards Cardassian women."

"I recall you expressing a very different sentiment not so long
ago."

"That was different." Julian started in on his lunch, and
noticed that while he had been provided with both soup and a pasta
dish, Garak had only served himself a salad. He debated commenting
on the Cardassian's lack of appetite again, before concluding
that Elim would only claim to have eaten earlier. "But I still
don't think it's fair that only the female of your species has
orgasms."

"Fair has very little to do with biological evolution," Garak
observed. "I realize you're a hopeless idealist, my dear, but
surely as a Doctor you're aware of that fact."

"Of course I am, but I was speaking as," Julian hesitated,
before finishing lamely, "not as a Doctor."

"Ah, I was mislead by the uniform you're wearing into
thinking otherwise."

"Are you saying that our evenings together are no more enjoyable
than an annual physical?" Julian teased.

Garak smiled. "Lack of orgasms notwithstanding, I do hope
I've never given you cause to believe that."

"Of course not." Although he had hoped, Julian reflected as
he chewed his Rigellian pasta, that he'd actually see Elim lose
control for once. After swallowing, he muttered, "But I still
think you're missing out."

As Julian watched his lover consider this statement, he noted that
the Cardassian was moving his food around to create the impression
that he was eating more than he was. "It's been my
observation," Garak mused aloud, "that human men are far too
preoccupied about orgasms to their detriment. It's no wonder that
the male of your species has earned a reputation as sexual
philanders and libertines."

"Mine! May I remind you that Dukat is the renowned libertine in
this system, and the last time I checked, he was thoroughly
Cardassian."

"Should I be jealous?" Garak raised his eye ridges.

"Don't be disgusting. I administered a blood test when the
Captain rescued the Detepa Council. Fortunately, Dukat was far too
outraged at the accusation of being a Founder to proposition me."

"Bajoran tendencies for exaggeration notwithstanding, it is
Dukat's ego that is insatiable not his erotic appetite. Sexual
conquests are merely one of several means by which he feeds his
narcissism, as his recent coup on Cardassia amply demonstrates."

"Maybe," Julian conceded, when another itch from his backside
reminded him of his original point. "At any rate, I'm not
sure that even orgasms can make up for what I endured this
morning."

"Using a barrier device or washing immediately afterwards usually
prevents such difficulties." Ignoring Julian's glare, Garak
took a sip of his tea before he continued. "Certainly, more
traditional women eschew such methods, but then, their bodies will
naturally discharge the sperm plug within a few hours, with nowhere
near the same discomfort you experienced."

The medical practitioner within Julian was fascinated, but the rest
of him was feeling far more apprehensive than intrigued. "And is
there anything else I should be warned about before our next hop in
the sack?"

Garak puzzled out the idiom for a few moments before commenting,
"I would prefer to forgo the sack, if you don't mind. But rest
assured, my dear, I doubt that this poor, old body of mine holds
any more secrets from an enterprising, young Doctor such as yourself.
Now Lurians, on the other hand, their physiology is a never ending
challenge, especially for a tailor."

Julian released a long-suffering sigh, for Elim's denial
guaranteed that the Cardassian's far from poor or old body still
harboured further surprises. Although, Julian reflected, even this
morning's adventure did not measure up to the first time he saw
his lover completely naked. Half-listening to Garak's chatter
about his latest fitting session with Morn, Julian's enhanced
memory returned him to the moment when only his profound shock=20
had prevented him from blurting out, "Where is it?!"

Frozen, Julian stared at the Cardassian's pubic area, for there
was no penis in sight, only two parallel, vertical slits. Smiling
enigmatically at the astonished human, Elim sat back on the bed
and began to caress the ridged lips of the openings until they
spread apart, revealing what looked like two dark grey pockets.

Now convinced that "Mr." was just one more of Garak's
elaborate lies, Julian could only gape when these pockets turned
inside out and expanded, forming adjacent penises. As they grew,
their colour deepened to a dark purple, and Julian realized that
what he had initially thought were ridges were in fact multiple
grooves that ran the length of each penis, all the way to their
tapered, headless tips.

Curious, Julian joined Garak on the bed and ran a fingertip along one
of the channels. Elim shivered, and the purpose of these strange
decorations revealed themselves as a light purple liquid began to
trickle along the grooves. Later, he would discover that this was the
Cardassian's semen, and that instead of being ejaculated all at
once, it would flow continuously as long as the erection was
stimulated. At the time, he simply enjoyed experimenting with them,
making each penis produce more of this fluid by stroking both of
the solid yet pliable erections until they were slick to the touch.

Still, as much as the novelty of the hemipenes appealed to him,
Julian felt a bit disappointed. For here were not one but two
naturally lubricated penises, yet their proximity to each other meant
that neither would be able to enter him. Not one to be easily
discouraged, however, he pushed these regrets aside, and licked each
of the hemipenes in turn. Startled but pleased by the sweet taste of
the semen flowing down the grooves, he took one of the penises into
his mouth, trying not to bump his nose against its companion.
Suppressing a giggle along with his gag reflex, he was grateful that
there were no exterior testicles for him to navigate around. After
experimenting from a variety of angles, he finally settled on his
elbows alongside the prone Cardassian, and began to fellate in
earnest.

Interpreting Garak's groans as encouragement to continue, Julian
sucked as hard as he could when the penis suddenly deflated and
slipped out of his mouth. Terrified that he had just broken it,
Julian began to stammer, but Elim drew him upward and silenced him
with enthusiasm. Before the human could catch his breath from the
kiss, Garak flipped him onto his belly, and the Cardassian's
remaining erection slid easily inside.

Instead of thrusting, Elim undulated against him, reminding Julian of
vids he'd seen of sidewinders rippling across the desert, when he
could think at all. The sensation of the Cardassian's lubricated
penis gently brushing against his prostate was maddening, and Julian
was sobbing by the time the second penis finally deflated.
Immediately afterwards, Garak dragged him into the shower, cleaned
him inside and out, and then sucked him off until he screamed.

A stab of severe itchiness brought Julian fully back to the present,
reminding him of the morning's lesson on the necessity of that
shower. Squirming against his seat, Julian could only hope that
whatever surprises his sexy sidewinder was still concealing, they
would be as pleasant as those he'd uncovered their first night
together.

Noticing his discomfort, Garak broke off from his complaints
regarding the tailoring challenges posed by Morn's ample
buttocks. "You can request more of the oil I used this morning
from your replicator. I'll give you the requisition code, if
you're not too embarrassed to use a Cardassian feminine hygiene
product."

"You bastard, you're enjoying this." Julian grumbled,
then winced when he realized what he'd just inadvertently called
Garak. "I'm sorry, Elim, that's not what I meant to
say."

The Cardassian ignored him, toying with his salad.

"It's just that -- it's a very common insult for humans,
it doesn't mean anything."

"So you've explained before," Garak replied, his manner
deceptively mild. "I suppose it's a good thing that
'genetic freak' is not a common insult in *kardasi.*"

"I said I was sorry." Julian hissed, stung by the comment.

"I heard you the first time, but I've often wondered why your
culture places so much emphasis on such expressions of regret.
It's not as if they can undo any of the harm done."

"And I've often wondered why your culture places so much
emphasis on not forgiving people who make mistakes."

Garak ignored Julian's retort. "Apologies and forgiveness,
they're really two sides of the same Federation coin, aren't
they? Consider this scenario, Doctor, what if Dukat apologized to
Major Kira for the Occupation of Bajor?" He leaned forward, his
eyes glittering with an unidentifiable emotion. "I don't mean
his
usual posturing, but what if he sincerely expressed regret for all of
the acts he carried out against her people during his tenure as
Prefect. Do you really think that would make a difference to
her?"

"It might,"Julian ground out.

"Oh Doctor, you really are much better at lies of omission than
commission."

Provoked more by the patronizing tone of voice than the observation
itself, Julian snarled, "And you're really much better at
attacking than listening, aren't you?"

With a suddenness that left Bashir dizzy, the Cardassian backed
down. "You're quite right, the unpleasant turn of this
conversation is completely my fault." Garak stood, removing his
napkin. "I think it would be best if I went back to my shop
now."

"That's not what I meant!" Julian protested.

"Perhaps not, but as I've already demonstrated, I'm not
in a fit state for company today."

Watching him leave, Julian resisted the temptation to pound his
forehead against the table. Garak's evasiveness had always been
frustrating, but now that they had no secrets left from each other,
his continued prevarications were infuriating. After Elim revealed
his past with Tain, and his own genetic enhancements became open
knowledge, Julian had really believed that the walls between them had
come down at last. He certainly would never have risked becoming
Garak's lover if he'd thought otherwise.

Julian undulated in his seat, trying to make himself more
comfortable, before giving up in disgust. Abandoning his own
unfinished lunch along with Garak's, he headed back to the
Infirmary. He was going to help himself to a hypo, and he no longer
cared who saw him or what conclusions they drew.


***


For two hours, Julian tried to focus on his long neglected prion
research, but his attention kept drifting back to Garak. Just as he
started to make some progress dissecting protein particles instead of
temperamental Cardassians, he was interrupted by Jake and Nog trying
to wheedle him out of supplies for some absurd project of theirs.
After they left, Julian surrendered to the inevitable, and instructed
Nurse Jabara to comm him if there was an emergency before marching
over to the tailor's shop.

As the door slid shut behind him, a quick survey of the interior
assured him that the only other occupant was the Cardassian seated
behind the counter. "So, do you want to talk about it?"

Garak did not glance up from the padd he was reading. "I've
already indicated that I was in the wrong, so there's nothing
more to say."

"I'm not talking about lunch today," Julian persisted.
"I'm talking about your moodiness lately. Something's
eating at you and I want to know what it is."

"I'm sure I don't know --."

"Don't give me that line!" Julian interrupted him
sharply. "You know exactly what I'm talking about. One moment
you're fine and the next you're either snapping my head off
or shutting me out. You hardly sleep, you're barely eating, and
you expect me not to notice? Evade all you want with Ziyal, but
not with me."

Finally, the Cardassian raised his eyes, but they revealed
nothing. "Why should you be any different?"

"Well, for one thing, Elim, we're lovers." Julian
countered, his tone acidic. "So, unless you've suddenly
changed sexual orientations on me, you're not that close to
Ziyal."

"My dear Doctor, Obsidian Order agents can hardly afford the
luxury of a sexual orientation."

Julian was momentarily stunned by this outrageous assertion, until he
recognized that Garak had returned to playing the same mind games he
had used when they first met. All they had been through together, he
suddenly realized, their years of friendship, the Dominion Internment
Camp, their sexual involvement, none of it meant a thing to the
Cardassian. Furious, Julian struck back. "You're not Obsidian
Order anymore, Garak! There is no Obsidian Order anymore in case you
haven't noticed!"

Garak's eyes narrowed, no longer unreadable. "But of course,
I've been much too busy hemming pants and answering the beck and
call of the Federation to notice what's become of my home."

Even though the Cardassian had barely raised his voice, his scorn
reverberated like a shout in Julian's ears. Everything was
spiralling out of control so quickly that he had no idea what to do.
Garak returned his attention to the padd before him, but not before
making the biting observation. "If your intelligence was truly
genetically enhanced, Doctor, you would realize that now is the
appropriate time for you to leave."

"And maybe if you weren't so emotionally stunted, you would
know that it's not!"

Garak's grip on the padd tightened, his knuckles turning white.
"I suggest that you change your mind about leaving, before I do
something we'll both regret."

Trembling with anger, Julian retreated, but not before getting in the
last word. "I already have plenty of regrets when it comes to
you!"

As the door shut behind him, his enhanced hearing picked up the sound
of the padd breaking against a hard surface. Storming back into the
Infirmary, he locked himself into his office, and only just barely
resisted the temptation to smash a few things himself. Fortunately,
no one dared disturbed him, and by the time he returned to his
quarters late that night, an old friend was waiting for him.

"Old chum," Julian murmured as he hugged him, "I
can't tell you how much I've missed you."

There was no reply, but he was willing to forgive Kukalaka for being
the strong but silent type.


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