NEW: "On Top Once More", DS9, G/B, NC-17, part 1/3
Invicta
Author: Invicta invi...@yahoo.com
Classification: DS9 story. Slash. G/B pairing. Rated NC-17.
Summary: When sex is finally on the menu, Garak and Bashir are very
willing - but are they able?
Disclaimer: Star Trek DS9 and the Star Trek characters are owned by
Paramount Pictures. All rights are reserved and no infringement is meant.
Author's website: http://www.yowf.clara.net
Warning: this story contains male/male sex scenes.
Copyright (c) Invicta, July 2001. Feedback is most welcome.
Many, many thanks to my helpful beta reader on this story, Karmen Ghia.
This is a sequel to 'On Top' which can be found at my website, but I think
this story will make sense even if you haven't read its predecessor.
'On Top Once More' is dedicated to those very patient folks who were there
at WOTP when I promised to write it. That was as long ago as April 1999, but
better late than never, I guess. :o)
-----*"~"*-----
Who else could possibly have conceived of using a publicly viewed wrestling
match as a forum for an emotional and sexual declaration? Only Garak.
Who else could possibly get into a complete hissyfit about the whole thing
afterwards and then tell Garak exactly where he could stick his declaration?
Only Bashir.
Well, perhaps not *only* Bashir. Nobody likes being taken for granted, and
in this case he felt as if Garak was doing exactly that. His own consent to
their courtship was not yet asked or given, but Garak seemed to assume that
he only had to say the word and Bashir would obediently leap into his bed.
And being in his own estimation a kickass sort of guy, Bashir did not intend
to put up with it. But Garak saw nothing very bad in what he had done, in
fact he viewed his own behaviour as entirely acceptable. The ensuing
argument lasted longer than many of Bashir's previous relationships. Then
the two men parted company, most acrimoniously, and for a time the matter
rested there. Sulking began, seriously sulky sulking on both their parts.
Each of them was absolutely sure that they had been fundamentally
misunderstood and maligned by the other. Each of them did not intend to say
anything more on the subject until they had received A Very Big Apology.
But the spirit of true love is a sneaky little critter, as Garak and Bashir
soon discovered. It pointed out to them, with considerable persistence, that
there was a very charming alternative to sleeping alone in their quarters
every single night. It mentioned (most reasonably, which was the worst thing
of all) that a little contrition goes a long way, and also that the word
'sorry' took only a second to say but could still produce miraculous
results. It reminded them both that they hadn't had sex in months, and that
if they didn't want to forget how to do it altogether then decisive action
was needed.
Bashir was the one to break the ice, but Garak would probably have done it
himself within a day or so. They both apologised, the Human for his
overreactions and the Cardassian for his presumptions. If Garak's words of
remorse seemed a little too effusive and glib to be sincere, then Bashir
either didn't notice or didn't allow himself to notice. They then agreed to
start from scratch and try to make things work out better this time around.
For the next two weeks, Garak and Bashir did the usual things that two
people do when they are attracted to one another and interested in forming
an intimate relationship. The partaking of casual lunches and the meeting
for concerts and plays had come first. Later there had been the more
intimate dinners, six of them on six consecutive evenings. By that time, any
lingering doubts about whether they were right for each other had
disappeared, and both men were overwhelmingly eager to take it to the next
level. However, each meal had still ended with awkward goodbyes at the
turbolift, because neither man wanted to force the issue and risk being
rejected. But of course, eventually someone had to take the initiative...
And so, as they waited for a turbolift one night after leaving the Replimat,
a suggestion had hesitantly been made by Garak that they might take a cup or
two of late-night coffee together, back at his quarters. (In private. Alone.
Out of the way. Cocooned within soundproofed walls. Near to a replicator.
Within easy reach of a large bed.) And Bashir had accepted the invitation
with such rapidity - the "I'd love to" had in fact leapt out of his mouth
before Garak even finished speaking - that the Cardassian regretted waiting
so long to ask him.
They actually did have the coffee - for which can be blamed a slight
performance anxiety on Garak's part and an unusual shyness on Bashir's - and
then some more coffee, and even more coffee after that. Both men felt
nervous now that the time had apparently come. Their deportment became
noticeably less relaxed, and their conversational style was as formal as if
they were conducting territory negotiations with the Romulans. But finally,
a breakthrough occurred. It took the form of Bashir accidentally spilling
his fifth cup of coffee all over Garak's sofa. Well, he said it was an
accident, and who would question the word of such a fine, upstanding
Starfleet officer? He repeatedly apologised as Garak patiently cleaned up
the mess. Garak found this palpable distress most appealing, and reassured
him that there would be no permanent damage. And since it was the Cardassian
way to show the utmost consideration for a guest's needs, he decided that he
should really make sure that none of the hot liquid had spilled onto
Bashir's pants. These things happened, and Garak gravely reminded him that,
if so, any resulting coffee burns could be serious and might require medical
attention. Naturally, it was important to make sure that the young man was
quite all right.
So there he was, diligently rubbing a soft cloth along Bashir's leg to mop
up any coffee spills. It took Garak an awfully long time to complete the job
for some reason, but Bashir didn't seem to mind. He simply sat there and
smiled as the Cardassian's strong arm moved up and down his thigh. After a
while the cloth dropped onto the floor, but neither of them noticed this.
Their heads were close together, eyes fixed firmly on each other. And of
course, it was quite understandable that a polite young man like Julian
Bashir should feel the need to give Garak a kiss of gratitude for his
assistance. Even eight or nine kisses was possibly not excessive, although
others in the same situation might have omitted the ass fondlings and loud
moans of desire which Bashir threw in as a bonus. Garak kissed and fondled
back with great enthusiasm; clearly he too had something to be thankful for.
And thus the scene was set; two virile men who had both been deprived of sex
for quite some time, alone together in Garak's quarters.
-----*"~"*-----
"Julian, I must tell you that I intend to become your lover tonight. I've
waited far too long for this already, and I don't want to be alone any
longer."
Bashir smiled with relief. "I feel exactly the same way about it myself,
Elim."
Garak nodded with approval. "Then may we go into the bedroom now?"
"Yes, indeed we may."
"You're quite sure that you feel ready to consummate our relationship?"
Garak said, with the air of one who asked the question for duty's sake
alone, and who clearly did not wish to receive any other reply except: 'I'm
totally sure, so take me now, you warrior sex god!'
"Yes, I am sure. There is one thing that I need to make clear, however. I
don't want to cause a problem for you, but--"
"Yes?" Garak said, uneasily hoping that Bashir was not about to confess that
he suffered from an infectious and painful sexual disease which was
primarily contracted by mouth to mouth contact.
"You know that Central Command have always refused to provide Starfleet with
a copy of the Cardassian medical database?"
"Yes, we are rather reluctant to reveal our anatomical strengths and
weaknesses to others. And anyway, when it comes to illness we look after our
own. Except when one is exiled as I am, of course, and then a lack of
skilled medical attention is meant to be part of the punishment. Not that
you should take that as a criticism; I know I'm in good hands with you,
Julian."
Bashir smiled briefly at the tease. "It's just that, because we don't have a
database... well, I know absolutely nothing about Cardassian sexual
practices. I don't even know what you look like naked. You've been clothed
whenever I've examined you in the infirmary, and I've never had a medical
need to use a tricorder to scan your, erm, genitals."
"Why Julian, how very prudish you are! Legitimate medical need or not, if I
had been examining you then I would assuredly have peeked."
He grinned. "That would have been most unprofessional of me. So anyway, my
point is that you'll have to teach me what to do. The sexual customs of our
two species may be entirely different."
"Not from what I've been told," Garak said with a smug grin, pleased at
being able to teach his doctor lover a thing or two. "Constable Odo once
informed me that he'd seen a Human male engage in sexual intercourse with a
Cardassian male. Odo said that there are no significant differences at all
between our two species, in terms of either anatomy or sexuality."
"Really? Well, that's good to know. But Elim, how exactly was the good
Constable afforded the opportunity to watch two men having sex in the first
place?"
"As it happens, I did ask him that question myself. He claimed to be engaged
in a surveillance operation some time during the Occupation; it was
apparently an investigation into a suspected smuggling syndicate. One of the
two men was a member of the syndicate, or so he *said*. Personally, I think
he's just a closet voyeur. In fact, he might have been a closet at the time.
Changelings have so many advantages over the rest of us, don't you think?"
"Hmm. I didn't know you had those sort of discussions with Odo," Julian
commented, looking acutely curious.
"We don't, normally. He just happened to mention it one day at breakfast,
during a friendly discussion about inter-species diversity."
Bashir didn't realise it, but Garak was being anything but truthful at this
point. The so-called friendly discussion with Odo had in fact been
distinctly antagonistic. It had occurred a few months previously, when the
Constable had caught Garak using binoculars to spy on Bashir from his shop.
And those binoculars just happened to have built-in recording equipment, as
Odo soon spotted. Of course Garak had tried to lie his way out of the
situation, but Odo hadn't believed a word he said. To avoid being arrested,
there had been no choice but to tell the truth and confess that his actions
were not motivated by a desire to commit sabotage, assassination, theft or
espionage... but just by plain old lust. And of course, Odo had found this
extremely amusing. Even then, Garak still had to trade information with the
Constable, in order to get him to keep quiet about the matter. But the
encounter had not been totally to Garak's disadvantage, for after making
several sarcastic jokes at his expense, Odo had taken pity on him and told
him about his own experiences observing naked men at play. Garak had found
this to be a most illuminating discourse.
"Well, it makes sense really. After all, when you compare our bodies it's
obvious that most of the differences are cosmetic," Julian pointed out.
"Different skin colours and markings, that's all."
"Yes, quite. Now, the bedroom awaits, Julian."
"Impatient, aren't we?" he teased.
"No more than yourself," Garak said with careful nonchalance. He would not
push too hard, not now when he was so close to getting what he wanted. If
something went wrong at the last minute then it might be some time until he
got another chance.
"You have a point there," Julian admitted. "Shall we?"
They made their way into the bedroom. Julian was distinctly nervous about
the idea of sleeping with another man, something he had not done before, but
he trusted Garak not to hurt him - at least in this arena. Neither man
undressed right away. Instead, they climbed onto the bed and started hugging
and smooching. Freed from the spectre of a dreadful sexual infection, Garak
kissed Bashir as if his life depended on it. If the ecstatic look on his
face was to be believed, his young lover found this most enjoyable.
"If you have no objection, I would like to leave the lights partly on,"
Garak said when they broke apart. "I do wish to see all of you, my dear,
especially this first time."
"All right. Computer, reduce illumination by thirty per cent."
"That's better. I know you're going to be beautiful underneath those
clothes," Garak said softly. "You're very small, aren't you? I can tell."
"What do you mean?"
"I am referring to your sxilibrckz."
"My what? That last word you used didn't translate."
"Your... organ of mating. The body part with which you engage in
reproductive and sexual activity."
"Oh, you're talking about my penis," he exclaimed.
"Ah, yes - penis. It is tiny, I assume?"
Julian looked rather annoyed. "Not really, no. I don't know what you've
heard, but I've never had any complaints."
"Now you're just being modest," Garak said with a fond smile. "I am
convinced that you have the smallest one I ever saw. Let me take off your
clothes and find out..."
Julian pushed away the Cardassian's outstretched hand. "Do you normally
insult your lovers in this way?" he snapped.
Garak stared at him blankly. "How have I insulted you?"
"By saying that my penis is small. Which it's not, by the way. I don't think
you'll be disappointed, Garak. Unless you have some kind of obsessive
preoccupation with size, that is." As indignant as he sounded, inwardly
Julian was uneasily wondering exactly how big the average Cardassian was...
Garak looked even more confused. "Julian, clearly we have encountered a
misunderstanding of some form here. When I said that I expected your
sxilibrckz to be small, that was meant to be a compliment."
"It was? Really?" Bashir eyed him suspiciously.
"Indeed. Not that I'm disappointed if you're big," Garak said hastily. "It's
all the same to me. I just thought... you're so slender, and a slim figure
like yours normally means a smaller one. At least, it does on my planet. I
apologise for any offence caused."
Julian's face cleared and he reached across to slap a big wet kiss onto
Garak's cheek. "I'm the one who should apologise to you, Elim. So, small is
desirable to Cardassians?"
Garak rested his head against Julian's chest for a moment and
surreptitiously wiped the wetness off his face with a sheet. "Yes, that is
true. Not too small of course, but generally speaking that is what we look
for. And big is desirable to Humans?"
"That's right," Julian replied with a grin.
"I see. Well, it is of no consequence. However you are formed, I still want
you."
"Good, because that's also how I feel. In fact, I simply can't wait for you
to take off your pants!"
"Can you not?" Garak said with a smile. He was pleased to be the target of
such eagerly expressed desire. "Well, I see no reason not to indulge you in
that respect. Are you particularly attracted to legs, Julian?"
"Yes, I am. And especially to what hangs between them..."
He frowned slightly. "I don't understand. I have nothing hanging between my
legs. Did you expect something to be there?"
Julian smirked. "Oh no, of course not. But I'd still like to look at you
without your trousers anyway. *And* your underwear. I want to see...
everything."
Garak lay back on the bed. "I think you adore legs, Julian. I think they
hold a special fascination for you."
"It's certainly true that I am second to none in my admiration for a shapely
thigh." He ran a hand down Garak's right leg and smiled at him. "And few are
more shapely than your own."
He chuckled. "Then by all means, you must remove my trousers without further
delay. I don't wear any underwear, however - are you disappointed by that
fact?"
"No, just surprised. You don't find that uncomfortable?"
"Not at all."
"Well, the few times I've tried it... never mind. Would it be all right if
I--"
"Most definitely."
Julian removed Garak's shoes and socks, dropping them carelessly on the
floor. He smirked as he covertly checked out his lover's crotch and noticed
a telltale bulge, visible even through the long overtunic that the
Cardassian was wearing. Eyes wide with anticipation he reached his hands
under the tunic, lowered the zip and started to pull down the pants. He
could feel his own cock stiffening, and he hoped very much that Garak would
be willing to be fucked tonight. Watching his actions, Garak obligingly
closed his legs so that the pants would come off easier. When they had been
drawn down to his knees, Julian couldn't wait any longer. He eagerly pushed
up the overtunic and got the shock of his life. All he saw was smooth grey
skin, and nothing else. No penis, no scrotum, no genitalia of any kind...
just bare and undecorated skin, stretching all the way down to the point
where Garak's legs began.
"Elim... erm... I don't know any tactful way to ask this. Are you a woman?"
"Of course not. Is that meant to be some kind of Human joke?"
He shook his head, still staring in disbelief at Garak's body. "No, no joke.
It's just that down here you look more like a women than a man, to be
honest. Are other Cardassian men shaped this way? Is Dukat? I mean... Elim,
*where the hell is your penis*?"
Garak quickly pulled up his trousers and stood up. He had no idea what was
wrong, but it was obvious that Julian was disappointed in him for some
reason. As he thought about it, he felt anger starting to surface. What
right had Bashir to take such a stance, when only a short time earlier he
had claimed that whatever the shape of Garak's body, it would not diminish
his desire?
"I am no woman, and nor is Dukat. I find that suggestion insulting in the
extreme. And frankly, I am shocked that you would even mention that
despicable man's name at such an intimate moment."
Julian looked embarrassed. "I'm sorry, my choice of words was inappropriate.
I didn't meant to offend you."
"Well, for one who was not even trying to offend, you managed to do so
magnificently."
"I really am sorry," Julian assured him sincerely. "But Elim, please tell
me - where is your sxilibrckz?"
"Sxilibrckz," Garak repeated, instinctively correcting Bashir's
pronunciation. He did feel a little calmer now that he had received an
apology. "It's a part of my chest, of course. It sits an equal distance
between my two nipples." Then he started to smile. "Now I see why you wanted
to remove my trousers first. Did you really think it would be situated all
the way down there?"
"Well, yes - you see, that's where mine is. I shouldn't have questioned your
masculinity, it was just the surprise, you know... "
"Not seeing a sxilibrckz where you expected to see one..."
"Exactly!"
The two men smiled at each other.
Garak looked at Bashir speculatively. "So then, your own sxilibrckz is below
your stomach?"
"Mmm. Do you think that it will be difficult to have sex because our
genitals are in different places?"
"Frankly Julian, I'm unable to say. Strange as it may seem, that is not a
question that I have ever been asked before. However, you are an intelligent
and adaptable young man and I am a positive genius at improvisation, so I
think we'll manage. Unless of course, you are not willing to face such a
challenge?"
Julian responded exactly as Garak expected him to. "I can deal with any
challenge you can throw at me, Elim. It's no problem at all as far as I'm
concerned. But I am puzzled about one thing - I could have sworn that I saw
a bulge in your pants before..."
Garak grinned. "You may have. I install two large inside front pockets in
each set of my own trousers. I use them to store a few important personal
items and special mementos. For purely sentimental reasons, you understand."
"You keep special mementos in your pants?" Julian asked sceptically.
"It's the very best place to keep them. My quarters are not quite as secure
as I would like, you understand," he confided. "I have precautionary
measures in place to detect intruders but one cannot make any location
entirely secure, especially one which is partially underpinned by alien
technology. And as a Cardassian and an alleged security risk - a most unfair
classification, I might add - I am occasionally subject to unannounced
security searches. Under Bajoran law they can check my quarters whenever
they feel like it, but they cannot perform a body search without good
reason."
"Oh, I see." The fleeting thought crossed Julian's mind that as a Starfleet
officer, it was perhaps his duty to inform Constable Odo of the existence
and location of these so-called mementos, which were doubtless nothing of
the kind. Then he firmly told his sense of duty to take the night off. "What
a comical misunderstanding!"
"In retrospect, I suppose it is," Garak agreed tolerantly. "And now, Julian,
do you not think that we should *both* remove our clothes? I am more curious
than ever to see what you look like naked."
"That sounds like an extremely good idea," Julian said, his mind busily
working out a whole new range of sexual positions. Making love to Garak
would now be a challenge indeed. He pulled off his outer tunic and watched
Garak remove his trousers once more. "I was just thinking about you having a
penis between the nipples, Elim - that's what I call a treasure chest!"
Garak rolled his eyes. "That so-called joke is not even worthy of a
response, Julian."
"Well, one of us found it amusing anyway," he said cheerfully.
"That hardly surprises me," Garak said with mock disdain. "To compare Human
and Cardassian styles of humour is to compare vole droppings with fine
kanar."
Julian threw a sock at him. "Just stop scoffing and get naked, Cardassian."
"So bold now," Garak murmured. "We shall see how long that continues..."
As the two men disrobed, Julian deliberately moved as slowly as possible; he
wanted to see Garak's penis before showing his own. Not that he would mind
if his lover's was bigger, of course that sort of thing didn't matter, but
if he felt like a dwarf next to Garak then the lights were damn well going
to be turned off altogether. And so, he was still wearing a sleeveless T
shirt and boxer shorts by the time that Garak reached his last item of
clothing. Sensing Julian's impatience, he turned away teasingly while he
removed his shirt. A strong back, pair of shapely buttocks and two
well-muscled legs were then revealed, much to Bashir's delight.
"I definitely like the back view," he said appreciatively.
Garak twisted his head around and smiled at him mysteriously. "Do you want
to see the front?"
"Oh yes..."
Garak spun back to face him and Julian's mouth dropped open with surprise.
He was now looking at a completely naked Cardassian, and there was nothing
penis-like to be seen, not on his chest nor anywhere else on his body.
Julian did not make the mistake of reacting badly this time. He stepped
forward to take a closer look at Garak's torso. There was *something* there.
Between the nipples, a circle of much darker skin, heavily scaled. The
circle was about 5 centimetres in diameter. Julian could see that it was
composed of multiple, overlapping layers of hard skin. The edges of the
layers were tinged with black. Garak was looking at him; he clearly awaited
a favourable response. In fact he seemed rather proud, as if he were
offering a rare delicacy. It was an embarrassing moment for Bashir, who had
no idea what to say or do. As he remained silent, Garak tensed up.
"You don't like it, do you?"
Julian winced. "It's not that I don't like it, I just wasn't expecting...
could you possibly explain how it works?"
Garak stared at him coldly. "If you have to ask me that, then you and I
cannot be the same at all. Will you take off the rest of your clothes now?"
Silently, Julian stripped. Garak took one horrified look at his heavy balls
and semi-erect cock before quickly leaving the room.
END OF PART 1
cmdrdata_01
>
>ON TOP ONCE MORE
>
>Author: Invicta invi...@yahoo.com
>
>Classification: DS9 story. Slash. G/B pairing. Rated NC-17.
>
>Summary: When sex is finally on the menu, Garak and Bashir are very
>willing - but are they able?
OMG, this was so funny. I cackled all the way through it just imagining the two
of them and their reactions and fumblings. It was very well-described, I could
clearly see everything in my mind. Very enjoyable read.
Later, Data
Ventura33
this with my eleven-year-old watching cartoons on the other side of the
room. It took all my strength not to burst into uncontrollable howls of
laughter. The dialogue was excellent, and the numerous misunderstandings
were hilarious. Bravo!
-- Ventura33
mev...@gemair.com
http://www.gemair.com/~bwhite/ventura33/index.html
"Being bored is an insult to oneself." -- Albert Einstein
Invicta
story and especially that it was clear what was supposed to be going on. I
was half worried that people might be reading it and thinking 'What the
@#!!* is happenening here?' But good, you weren't. :o)
Thanks again,
Invicta
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Invicta
enjoyed this story. As for kids and cartoons, the kid in my family wouldn't
look away from the TV screens even if a hurricane burst through the door!
Thanks again for writing.
Invicta
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