Acclimation
Title: Acclimation
Author: jonnycarnahan
Fandom: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine
Pairing: Garak/Bashir
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek, DS9, or any of the characters. No profit is being made from this story and I'll try and return Julian to normal once I'm done.
Author's Note: This is for the lovely lady_drace who issued a challenge after I issued her a challenge after which this ficlet is a gift for her answering my challenge and ... you get the picture. The Challenge
Author's Other Note: This started out as a drabble. Obviously, I cannot write drabbles. This is also the first story I’ve ever written mostly on my own for the internet.
Special thanks to dark_sinestra for her wonderful beta! Without her help, encouragement, and faith in me, this never would have happened.
And to taricalmcacil for her lj classes, helping me gain confidence in my writing, and believing in me.
I love you guys!
Garak knew this night was perfect; the young human was exhausted, sleeping soundly. He would wake warm, pliant, and receptive. No need for lights, Garak’s eyesight was keen in the near darkness of the doctor’s quarters. His cool lips brushed the doctor’s ear, hovering there as a scaled hand caressed the smooth, bare back. He inhaled the clean, spicy smell that he had come to crave before his whispered voice broke the silence.
“Shhh, it’s alright doctor. No need to wake fully. Trust me, obey, make no sound, and we shall continue your acclimation.” A soft groan, the rustling of covers, and a whimper were Garak’s only answer as he brought the long strip of rare silk around the wrists and then down to the ankles, expertly binding the human on his side in a comfortable modified hog-tie.
Smiling, the Cardassian watched, intrigued, as the young man lazily tested the restrictions on his movement. Satisfied with his work, Garak moved down the body beneath the covers and began to lap and lick at the black cotton boxer-briefs so tightly clinging to his love’s manhood. Another soft, needy groan and Garak pressed his tongue firmly onto the cotton cloth outlining the cock, thoroughly saturating the material.
The bound body writhed, and Garak had to turn the doctor onto his back and hold his thighs steady as he lapped, licked, and sucked hungrily at the black material covering the balls and then back to the cock. He could hear a harsh intake of breath from his chosen that urged him on, and when the material was indeed dripping as his own cock dripped, he moved the human back to his side where he began to lavish the same attention on the material covering the buttocks, paying careful attention to the crease between them, the balls, and the opening there.
Having drenched the shorts completely, Garak emerged from beneath the covers, pulling them back to see his beloved’s body in the throes of desire more fully. The graceful lines of the neck, long limbs, slender waist and hips, it wasn’t long before his cock emerged from its protective sheath, weeping its slick fluid as he reveled in the scene playing out before him. He began to knead over the wetness of the briefs as he noticed every tendon and muscle straining against the silky bonds. Garak’s heart pounded even harder from the soft, sensual sounds coming from the young man’s full lips.
“My dear doctor, so beautiful. Just relax. This one will be larger than the last, my love. Deep breaths, that’s it, just like that.” He reached up and stroked a gray hand through soft, sweat-soaked hair before moving back down and removing the drenched boxer-briefs. Positioning the rubber-like plug at the tender opening, Garak used some of the lubricant from his own arousal to make the insertion easier.
“Deep breaths, Julian. Good boy.” The plug was almost where it needed to be, deep within the doctor’s body, when the young man whimpered and bucked. “Shhh, don’t fight it; just breathe. I won’t hurt you. You know that.” The Cardassian gentled the doctor, caressing the skin of his buttocks and thighs, cooing to him, wiping damp curls from his forehead. When Julian finally stilled, Garak sat back on his heels and nearly wept. The knowledge that this incredible, beautiful, kind, and courageous man with the brilliant mind loved him so completely that he would give his body to him so that he would be made ready for the claiming, for the day Garak would take him and make him his own, was overwhelming. The only sound now was the harsh breathing of the young man still bound before him.
“That’s my boy; you’ve done so well tonight.” Garak began to untie Julian’s arms and legs, using the silk material to secure the plug in place by wrapping it around the young man’s upper thighs, between his buttocks, and then tying it to his cock. When the Cardassian finished, Julian groaned softly in frustration. “Now, now, I’ll be back before your shift starts in the morning to remove it, love. I do hope you are able to leave it in place and return to sleep as you did last time?"
The End
Author: jonnycarnahan
Fandom: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine
Pairing: Garak/Bashir
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek, DS9, or any of the characters. No profit is being made from this story and I'll try and return Julian to normal once I'm done.
Author's Note: This is for the lovely lady_drace who issued a challenge after I issued her a challenge after which this ficlet is a gift for her answering my challenge and ... you get the picture. The Challenge
Author's Other Note: This started out as a drabble. Obviously, I cannot write drabbles. This is also the first story I’ve ever written mostly on my own for the internet.
Special thanks to dark_sinestra for her wonderful beta! Without her help, encouragement, and faith in me, this never would have happened.
And to taricalmcacil for her lj classes, helping me gain confidence in my writing, and believing in me.
I love you guys!
Garak knew this night was perfect; the young human was exhausted, sleeping soundly. He would wake warm, pliant, and receptive. No need for lights, Garak’s eyesight was keen in the near darkness of the doctor’s quarters. His cool lips brushed the doctor’s ear, hovering there as a scaled hand caressed the smooth, bare back. He inhaled the clean, spicy smell that he had come to crave before his whispered voice broke the silence.
“Shhh, it’s alright doctor. No need to wake fully. Trust me, obey, make no sound, and we shall continue your acclimation.” A soft groan, the rustling of covers, and a whimper were Garak’s only answer as he brought the long strip of rare silk around the wrists and then down to the ankles, expertly binding the human on his side in a comfortable modified hog-tie.
Smiling, the Cardassian watched, intrigued, as the young man lazily tested the restrictions on his movement. Satisfied with his work, Garak moved down the body beneath the covers and began to lap and lick at the black cotton boxer-briefs so tightly clinging to his love’s manhood. Another soft, needy groan and Garak pressed his tongue firmly onto the cotton cloth outlining the cock, thoroughly saturating the material.
The bound body writhed, and Garak had to turn the doctor onto his back and hold his thighs steady as he lapped, licked, and sucked hungrily at the black material covering the balls and then back to the cock. He could hear a harsh intake of breath from his chosen that urged him on, and when the material was indeed dripping as his own cock dripped, he moved the human back to his side where he began to lavish the same attention on the material covering the buttocks, paying careful attention to the crease between them, the balls, and the opening there.
Having drenched the shorts completely, Garak emerged from beneath the covers, pulling them back to see his beloved’s body in the throes of desire more fully. The graceful lines of the neck, long limbs, slender waist and hips, it wasn’t long before his cock emerged from its protective sheath, weeping its slick fluid as he reveled in the scene playing out before him. He began to knead over the wetness of the briefs as he noticed every tendon and muscle straining against the silky bonds. Garak’s heart pounded even harder from the soft, sensual sounds coming from the young man’s full lips.
“My dear doctor, so beautiful. Just relax. This one will be larger than the last, my love. Deep breaths, that’s it, just like that.” He reached up and stroked a gray hand through soft, sweat-soaked hair before moving back down and removing the drenched boxer-briefs. Positioning the rubber-like plug at the tender opening, Garak used some of the lubricant from his own arousal to make the insertion easier.
“Deep breaths, Julian. Good boy.” The plug was almost where it needed to be, deep within the doctor’s body, when the young man whimpered and bucked. “Shhh, don’t fight it; just breathe. I won’t hurt you. You know that.” The Cardassian gentled the doctor, caressing the skin of his buttocks and thighs, cooing to him, wiping damp curls from his forehead. When Julian finally stilled, Garak sat back on his heels and nearly wept. The knowledge that this incredible, beautiful, kind, and courageous man with the brilliant mind loved him so completely that he would give his body to him so that he would be made ready for the claiming, for the day Garak would take him and make him his own, was overwhelming. The only sound now was the harsh breathing of the young man still bound before him.
“That’s my boy; you’ve done so well tonight.” Garak began to untie Julian’s arms and legs, using the silk material to secure the plug in place by wrapping it around the young man’s upper thighs, between his buttocks, and then tying it to his cock. When the Cardassian finished, Julian groaned softly in frustration. “Now, now, I’ll be back before your shift starts in the morning to remove it, love. I do hope you are able to leave it in place and return to sleep as you did last time?"
The End