For nonesane...
I won't have time to do anything today on a new story... but meanwhile, here's a preview from the "Fable"verse. Top!Julian and restrained!Garak, NC-17. Hope you enjoy it. :)
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[First, some background material from the as-yet-unpublished "Fable" Chapter Five... Julian shows up at Garak's quarters as requested and is offered a drink:]
“Won’t you have some kanar? It’s not poisoned, I assure you.”
Nevertheless Julian sipped cautiously. His eyebrows rose. “This is good. I don’t think I’ve ever tasted this kind before.”
“I’m not surprised. Only one hundred bottles were ever made, and it’s not something Quark keeps behind the counter with the rest of his swill.” He sat down and crossed his legs, taking a sip from his own glass, and sighed with contentment at the slow sweet burn. “Exquisite, isn’t it?”
“Delicious,” Julian agreed. His hazel eyes held more than a hint of flirtation. “If this is an example of what you plan to offer me in the future, I’m impressed.”
Garak smiled at the boy’s boldness. “I’ll offer you many things, some of which you may find acquired tastes. Rest assured that I will take great pleasure in teaching you how to properly appreciate them.” He let the silence spin out, watching the implications strike Julian’s mind like stones skipping ripples off the surface of a pond. When the time was right he softly added: “Above all, you must trust me. I may cause you pain, but I will never truly harm you. Tell me, Julian, have you ever been with another man before?”
A charming blush appeared on that golden skin, high on his cheekbones. “A few kisses, in high school.”
Entranced, Garak wondered if the Human had any idea just how enchanting he was. “But nothing more than that?”
“A little petting.” He tried to turn the tables. “And you?”
“Were they all Humans like yourself?”
“As a matter of fact, yes.” A little smile. “And before you ask, I’ve been with fourteen women of various species. No Cardassians,” he added pointedly.
“So xenophilia has always been a part of your psychological makeup?”
“You could say that, although it’s not at all unusual in Starfleet.” He leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees, the glass balanced between his hands. “I’m not answering another question until you answer some of mine.”
“Very well.” He enjoyed another sip of kanar before continuing: “I took my first lover at the age of fifteen, in the Order’s training camp. She was a servant. It was certainly not a relationship of equals. My tastes have always been rather wide-ranging, but in my line of work it’s not wise to form personal attachments. It’s also generally proven expedient to designate a bartek’dahk and use them consistently rather than seeking new partners on every occasion. Consequently I can’t boast your numbers, nor any great depth of feeling in the encounters I’ve permitted myself. Sex to me has always been largely a matter of convenience and recreation, nothing more.”
“And is it still?”
It was a clumsy maneouver, but Garak forgave him. “That’s what we’re here to find out,” he said simply. “After all, you might find an older Cardassian male is definitely not to your taste, since you Humans put such great stock in youth and beauty.”
Julian was looking at him in a way that suggested he wanted to lick his lips. “I told you I’ve wanted to pursue this from the moment you first touched me.” He swallowed a mouthful of kanar, and then he did lick his lips, a subtle sensual gesture that set off a surprising shock of eagerness in Garak’s belly. His cock began to emerge again, slicked and ready, only encouraged by the Human’s intense gaze and lovely heated voice: “The only question left is, how much longer are you going to make me wait?”
In response Garak offered him a slow hot smile of his own and settled back in his chair. “If you want it so badly,” he purred, “by all means, come and take it.”
Julian didn’t hesitate, except to down his kanar in two quick swallows - Garak approved of his courtesy in not simply abandoning the rare and expensive vintage - and set his glass aside on the table, scarcely looking where he put it in his haste to rise. “You’re going to feel that later, my dear,” he remarked as the Human approached. “Or perhaps sooner. D’char’tak is potent, even for Cardassians.”
[He ends up straddling Garak's lap, and doesn't object when, after a bit of kissing and caressing, Garak directs him to sit upright and guides both his hands behind his back where Garak can hold them in place, symbolically (and perhaps effectively, given Garak's strength) restraining him. Garak then turns his attention to Julian's erection, which is quite visible through his trousers, running his free hand lightly over it in a way that's quite maddening.]
“Your wrists are so delicate, my love. I’ll have to employ very soft cuffs to avoid damaging your skin.”
“Garak -” His breath was coming more deeply.
“I may even have to craft them myself.” He continued to lightly explore the Human’s erection through his clothes, listening to Julian gasp with each stroke. “Something in Andorian leather, perhaps.” He smiled fondly. “And a collar for your lovely throat, of course.”
“Elim!” He was thrusting his hips upward now, almost laughing. “Damn you, stop teasing me!”
“Ah. Used to a more direct approach, are you? I told you that some things might be acquired tastes.” He drew his hand back, refusing to give Julian the contact he was seeking, and after a few seconds the Human subsided, becoming more pliant. Excellent. He returned to administering slow delicate caresses up and down the heated length. “I assure you, I’m quite serious about the cuffs, although with time and experience you’ll learn to obey me without being physically restrained. Has anyone ever tied you up before?”
“A woman I met on Risa.” He sounded distracted, not surprisingly. “I didn’t enjoy it half as much as this.”
“Amateurs,” Garak said with a flicker of contempt. He pinched the head of Julian’s cock and was rewarded with a gorgeous litle cry. “How sensitive you are, my dear! So ready for anything I might choose to do to you.”
“Yes.” A fervent breath; he shifted restlessly, opening his thighs wider. His head fell back, revealing his slender neck to full advantage. A powerful impulse to rear up and bite it surged from Garak’s core, but he resisted it with the skill of long discipline. There’d be time enough later to introduce this exquisite creature to the finer points of Cardassian eroticism...
Creature? No, Garak reflected: this wasn’t merely an attractive toy, a bartek’dahk for his amusement. This was Bashir, the man who had brought new hope and vitality to his miserable life in exile. This was his friend, his pretty Doctor, who had braved his attacks and taken great risks to keep him alive when he would have embraced death. This was Julian, whose body he’d seen broken and whose life he’d been forced to watch slip away. And now the memory of that grief made this stolen moment all the sweeter, more intoxicating than d’char’tak if he allowed himself to feel it fully.
He allowed himself. There had been so little in his life these last few years that had given him real pleasure, and so much of it seemed to revolve around this man.
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[That first erotic encounter establishes that bondage and control is going to be a powerful theme in their sexual relationship. So perhaps it's not surprising when, eventually...]
When Julian had whispered, late one night, that he wanted Garak to craft a second set of restraints - cuffs sized to the Cardassian’s own wrists - Garak had been dubious but intrigued. It didn’t hurt that Julian had been restrained at the moment of the asking, his hands bound behind his slender back and his naked cock pressed warmly against Garak’s hip: something in that vulnerability had made the request more compelling, and Garak had promised that he’d see what he could do.
[Cut to the present moment: Garak naked and blindfolded with his hands cuffed together behind his back, lying supine on his bed while Julian's hands and mouth do wonderful things to him. Of course Julian's being a huge tease -- payback for all the times Garak's driven him absolutely crazy -- culminated with a blowjob that Julian stops when Garak's just getting to the good part. They fence verbally (much to Garak's pleasure and frustration), and then Julian orders him to turn over onto his stomach and props up his hips with a pillow, putting him in a perfect position to be fucked. But Julian has no intention of making things that simple. He surveys his handiwork for several seconds, then leans forward and takes hold of Garak's bound wrists, putting most of his weight on them and effectively pinning the Cardassian down.]
With Julian’s weight braced on the small of his back he couldn’t even thrust backwards: all he could do was accept whatever he was given.
He closed his eyes under the blindfold and exhaled a long hiss through clenched teeth, willing his body not to squirm with pent-up frustration. Agents of the Order were taught the skills of dominance, not submission, yet somehow this young Human was capable of inspiring previously untrained behaviors. The helplessness, the yielding, was undeniably thrilling and he wanted Julian to take it to its inevitable conclusion.
“Yes,” Julian whispered, and Garak could hear the smile in his honeyed voice. His grip on Garak’s wrists tightened. “You’re so beautiful like this.” He shifted forward and the head of his cock touched the cleft of Garak’s ass. “Shall I take you now? Would you like that?”
“Yesssss...” He let a reptilian inflection infuse the word: perhaps it would remind the boy of what he was dealing with.
“I’m not sure I heard that.” Withdraw, return, the light teasing pressure of hot mammalian flesh making him shake deep within. “Say it again, would you?”
“Take what you want.” It was as much a command as a plea. “Take it all. I won’t resist.”
“Because...?”
Damn you to the nine Hebitian hells! Garak thought savagely, but he supposed that turnabout was fair play. “Because I burn,” he growled. “I burn for you. Only for you.” And now he did writhe, a long shudder that started at the back of his neck and ended at his knees. “Fuck me, Julian! Please! Make me yours!”
“All right.” He was still smiling. The cockhead was removed. “But you’ll need to prepare me. I don’t lubricate naturally, after all.” Garak's wrists were released. He heard and felt his Human lover shift up the bed to recline with his upper thighs against the bound Cardassian’s left shoulder; he could smell Julian’s musky scent, right in his face, and he leaned forward as best he could to seek that slender cock. He nuzzled at it, breathing deeply, and as Julian purred and shifted one thigh over his back he began to lick with long slow strokes, applying plenty of saliva.
“Oh God,” Julian whispered, and Garak knew he was looking down, watching it all avidly. “That’s it, Elim... get me ready to fuck you.” His breathing grew almost harsh as Garak did as he was told, slicking the Human’s cock throughly and growling hungrily when Julian took hold of the back of his head and pushed the tip of his erection into his mouth, only to pull it out almost at once.
Garak smiled. “Too close?” he purred.
Julian didn’t answer. He was moving back down the bed [... and that's all I've got so far. :)]
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[First, some background material from the as-yet-unpublished "Fable" Chapter Five... Julian shows up at Garak's quarters as requested and is offered a drink:]
“Won’t you have some kanar? It’s not poisoned, I assure you.”
Nevertheless Julian sipped cautiously. His eyebrows rose. “This is good. I don’t think I’ve ever tasted this kind before.”
“I’m not surprised. Only one hundred bottles were ever made, and it’s not something Quark keeps behind the counter with the rest of his swill.” He sat down and crossed his legs, taking a sip from his own glass, and sighed with contentment at the slow sweet burn. “Exquisite, isn’t it?”
“Delicious,” Julian agreed. His hazel eyes held more than a hint of flirtation. “If this is an example of what you plan to offer me in the future, I’m impressed.”
Garak smiled at the boy’s boldness. “I’ll offer you many things, some of which you may find acquired tastes. Rest assured that I will take great pleasure in teaching you how to properly appreciate them.” He let the silence spin out, watching the implications strike Julian’s mind like stones skipping ripples off the surface of a pond. When the time was right he softly added: “Above all, you must trust me. I may cause you pain, but I will never truly harm you. Tell me, Julian, have you ever been with another man before?”
A charming blush appeared on that golden skin, high on his cheekbones. “A few kisses, in high school.”
Entranced, Garak wondered if the Human had any idea just how enchanting he was. “But nothing more than that?”
“A little petting.” He tried to turn the tables. “And you?”
“Were they all Humans like yourself?”
“As a matter of fact, yes.” A little smile. “And before you ask, I’ve been with fourteen women of various species. No Cardassians,” he added pointedly.
“So xenophilia has always been a part of your psychological makeup?”
“You could say that, although it’s not at all unusual in Starfleet.” He leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees, the glass balanced between his hands. “I’m not answering another question until you answer some of mine.”
“Very well.” He enjoyed another sip of kanar before continuing: “I took my first lover at the age of fifteen, in the Order’s training camp. She was a servant. It was certainly not a relationship of equals. My tastes have always been rather wide-ranging, but in my line of work it’s not wise to form personal attachments. It’s also generally proven expedient to designate a bartek’dahk and use them consistently rather than seeking new partners on every occasion. Consequently I can’t boast your numbers, nor any great depth of feeling in the encounters I’ve permitted myself. Sex to me has always been largely a matter of convenience and recreation, nothing more.”
“And is it still?”
It was a clumsy maneouver, but Garak forgave him. “That’s what we’re here to find out,” he said simply. “After all, you might find an older Cardassian male is definitely not to your taste, since you Humans put such great stock in youth and beauty.”
Julian was looking at him in a way that suggested he wanted to lick his lips. “I told you I’ve wanted to pursue this from the moment you first touched me.” He swallowed a mouthful of kanar, and then he did lick his lips, a subtle sensual gesture that set off a surprising shock of eagerness in Garak’s belly. His cock began to emerge again, slicked and ready, only encouraged by the Human’s intense gaze and lovely heated voice: “The only question left is, how much longer are you going to make me wait?”
In response Garak offered him a slow hot smile of his own and settled back in his chair. “If you want it so badly,” he purred, “by all means, come and take it.”
Julian didn’t hesitate, except to down his kanar in two quick swallows - Garak approved of his courtesy in not simply abandoning the rare and expensive vintage - and set his glass aside on the table, scarcely looking where he put it in his haste to rise. “You’re going to feel that later, my dear,” he remarked as the Human approached. “Or perhaps sooner. D’char’tak is potent, even for Cardassians.”
[He ends up straddling Garak's lap, and doesn't object when, after a bit of kissing and caressing, Garak directs him to sit upright and guides both his hands behind his back where Garak can hold them in place, symbolically (and perhaps effectively, given Garak's strength) restraining him. Garak then turns his attention to Julian's erection, which is quite visible through his trousers, running his free hand lightly over it in a way that's quite maddening.]
“Your wrists are so delicate, my love. I’ll have to employ very soft cuffs to avoid damaging your skin.”
“Garak -” His breath was coming more deeply.
“I may even have to craft them myself.” He continued to lightly explore the Human’s erection through his clothes, listening to Julian gasp with each stroke. “Something in Andorian leather, perhaps.” He smiled fondly. “And a collar for your lovely throat, of course.”
“Elim!” He was thrusting his hips upward now, almost laughing. “Damn you, stop teasing me!”
“Ah. Used to a more direct approach, are you? I told you that some things might be acquired tastes.” He drew his hand back, refusing to give Julian the contact he was seeking, and after a few seconds the Human subsided, becoming more pliant. Excellent. He returned to administering slow delicate caresses up and down the heated length. “I assure you, I’m quite serious about the cuffs, although with time and experience you’ll learn to obey me without being physically restrained. Has anyone ever tied you up before?”
“A woman I met on Risa.” He sounded distracted, not surprisingly. “I didn’t enjoy it half as much as this.”
“Amateurs,” Garak said with a flicker of contempt. He pinched the head of Julian’s cock and was rewarded with a gorgeous litle cry. “How sensitive you are, my dear! So ready for anything I might choose to do to you.”
“Yes.” A fervent breath; he shifted restlessly, opening his thighs wider. His head fell back, revealing his slender neck to full advantage. A powerful impulse to rear up and bite it surged from Garak’s core, but he resisted it with the skill of long discipline. There’d be time enough later to introduce this exquisite creature to the finer points of Cardassian eroticism...
Creature? No, Garak reflected: this wasn’t merely an attractive toy, a bartek’dahk for his amusement. This was Bashir, the man who had brought new hope and vitality to his miserable life in exile. This was his friend, his pretty Doctor, who had braved his attacks and taken great risks to keep him alive when he would have embraced death. This was Julian, whose body he’d seen broken and whose life he’d been forced to watch slip away. And now the memory of that grief made this stolen moment all the sweeter, more intoxicating than d’char’tak if he allowed himself to feel it fully.
He allowed himself. There had been so little in his life these last few years that had given him real pleasure, and so much of it seemed to revolve around this man.
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[That first erotic encounter establishes that bondage and control is going to be a powerful theme in their sexual relationship. So perhaps it's not surprising when, eventually...]
When Julian had whispered, late one night, that he wanted Garak to craft a second set of restraints - cuffs sized to the Cardassian’s own wrists - Garak had been dubious but intrigued. It didn’t hurt that Julian had been restrained at the moment of the asking, his hands bound behind his slender back and his naked cock pressed warmly against Garak’s hip: something in that vulnerability had made the request more compelling, and Garak had promised that he’d see what he could do.
[Cut to the present moment: Garak naked and blindfolded with his hands cuffed together behind his back, lying supine on his bed while Julian's hands and mouth do wonderful things to him. Of course Julian's being a huge tease -- payback for all the times Garak's driven him absolutely crazy -- culminated with a blowjob that Julian stops when Garak's just getting to the good part. They fence verbally (much to Garak's pleasure and frustration), and then Julian orders him to turn over onto his stomach and props up his hips with a pillow, putting him in a perfect position to be fucked. But Julian has no intention of making things that simple. He surveys his handiwork for several seconds, then leans forward and takes hold of Garak's bound wrists, putting most of his weight on them and effectively pinning the Cardassian down.]
With Julian’s weight braced on the small of his back he couldn’t even thrust backwards: all he could do was accept whatever he was given.
He closed his eyes under the blindfold and exhaled a long hiss through clenched teeth, willing his body not to squirm with pent-up frustration. Agents of the Order were taught the skills of dominance, not submission, yet somehow this young Human was capable of inspiring previously untrained behaviors. The helplessness, the yielding, was undeniably thrilling and he wanted Julian to take it to its inevitable conclusion.
“Yes,” Julian whispered, and Garak could hear the smile in his honeyed voice. His grip on Garak’s wrists tightened. “You’re so beautiful like this.” He shifted forward and the head of his cock touched the cleft of Garak’s ass. “Shall I take you now? Would you like that?”
“Yesssss...” He let a reptilian inflection infuse the word: perhaps it would remind the boy of what he was dealing with.
“I’m not sure I heard that.” Withdraw, return, the light teasing pressure of hot mammalian flesh making him shake deep within. “Say it again, would you?”
“Take what you want.” It was as much a command as a plea. “Take it all. I won’t resist.”
“Because...?”
Damn you to the nine Hebitian hells! Garak thought savagely, but he supposed that turnabout was fair play. “Because I burn,” he growled. “I burn for you. Only for you.” And now he did writhe, a long shudder that started at the back of his neck and ended at his knees. “Fuck me, Julian! Please! Make me yours!”
“All right.” He was still smiling. The cockhead was removed. “But you’ll need to prepare me. I don’t lubricate naturally, after all.” Garak's wrists were released. He heard and felt his Human lover shift up the bed to recline with his upper thighs against the bound Cardassian’s left shoulder; he could smell Julian’s musky scent, right in his face, and he leaned forward as best he could to seek that slender cock. He nuzzled at it, breathing deeply, and as Julian purred and shifted one thigh over his back he began to lick with long slow strokes, applying plenty of saliva.
“Oh God,” Julian whispered, and Garak knew he was looking down, watching it all avidly. “That’s it, Elim... get me ready to fuck you.” His breathing grew almost harsh as Garak did as he was told, slicking the Human’s cock throughly and growling hungrily when Julian took hold of the back of his head and pushed the tip of his erection into his mouth, only to pull it out almost at once.
Garak smiled. “Too close?” he purred.
Julian didn’t answer. He was moving back down the bed [... and that's all I've got so far. :)]