| Author:Beth P
Pairing: Garak/Tom Paris Rating:NC-17 Feedback: < c/o [email protected] > Disclaimer: Viacom is Borg - that pretty much says it all. Notes: Part of the "Garak Fuh-q Fest" Archiving: ( Cardassian Choir )
Garak walked into the dimly lit bar scanning the room for the contact he was to be meeting here tonight. Not spotting her in the crowded room, Garak moved to a dark corner and took a seat, his back against the wall, allowing him an excellent view of the bar. As he inspected the bar, scrutinizing all the comings and goings, he started to contemplate the situation he had found himself in. Affairs on Cardassian Prime lately were not going to his liking. He found himself sinking lower and lower in the ranks of the Obsidian order. The successful completion of this mission was key to his continued career. Garak watched as the barkeep sauntered his way over to his table. "What'll ya 'ave?" he asked in an undistinguishable drawl. Out in the Demilitarized zone, accents had a tendency to run together, lumping themselves together in an almost unintelligible heap. "I don't suppose a fine establishment like this will have any decent quality kanar would it?" Garak asked sarcastically. "Listen 'ere mate. We don't take kindly to your kind here, so watch the lip. The kanar I have is suitable enough for you," the barkeep replied testily. Grinning broadly at the foul little man, Garak nodded, "That would be fine then, my good man." With one final scowl the barkeep turned and walked back to the bar to fetch the kanar. He stopped for a moment to say some tense words to a scruffy looking blond human sitting at the bar. Garak could not help but overhear words like, 'drunk, money and whore' fall from the barkeep's lips. Intrigued he studied the blond man carefully while he waited for his contact, in an effort to forget his problems on Cardassia. Even with his scruffy appearance Garak could tell there was a regal presence about the man. The undernourished exterior did nothing to hide the handsome face, and while thin, it was obvious that even in full health the man would always be slender. His attention was drawn away from the intriguing human when a figure entered the bar. He watched as the women casually made her way over to his table, then slipped into the seat opposite of Garak, blocking his view of the human. Garak flashed a fake smile at the young Bajoran woman wearing a dark cloak that was now sitting across from him. "Seska," he greeted cooly. "Garak," she replied in the same tone of voice. Glancing over her shoulder, she looked at the young man that had drawn the Cardassian's attention. With a snort of disgust she turned back to look at her contact. "You'll do better to keep your eyes off the likes of him," Seska said testily. "He's Starfleet." Long practice at controlling his expressions, Garak managed to hide his shock. "That is Starfleet? Can they not keep care of their own people?" With a sour look Seska continued. "Well, ex-Starfleet to be exact. He was kicked out. It seems he killed some fellow officers or something like that," Seska paused. "Stay away from him, Garak. The Maquis cell I've infiltrated has their eye on him and they don't need any excuse to kill anyone, especially a Cardassian, who gets in their way. Anyway you don't need any other black marks on your record right now do you?" "I'm sure I don't need anyone to tell me what I need not do, my dear. Now let's get to the point," Garak started to reply icily, pausing when the barkeep brought him his kanar. The man gave Garak a look that, made no doubt, showed what would happen to him if anyone thought he was abusing a Bajoran woman. The bar keep shuffled away wiping his hands on his stained apron as if to eliminate the trace of anything Cardassian. "What information do you have for me?" "As I've said before, I've successfully penetrated a Maquis cell and will be able to start passing information onto the Order soon. I need you to arrange a secure channel for me." Garak snorted in disbelief. "I'm here simply to make sure you can pass on information to our superiors? This is my mission? My dear, this kind of thing can be handled by any low ranking member of the order. This kind of assignment is beneath me." Seska reached out and gripped Garak's wrist tightly in warning, "Be glad you have an assignment at all, old man." Garak wrenched his wrist away from Seska. He could see some of the other patrons in the bar starting to tense up. "Be still, you fool," Seska hissed angrily. "Don't draw any more attention to yourself then necessary." "I've learned my lessons well, Seska. I don't need you to remind me," Garak said as he fought to bring his emotions under control. The thought of this young woman having a more important mission than he was a sharp blow to his pride. "Very well, I will make sure you have your secure channel. Here is the frequency you can send on, and listen closely I will not be repeating myself. You can send on subspace channel marker 55859. I'm sure you know what else you have to do." Sneering in disgust at Garak, Seska rose from the table. "This channel better be secure, old man." Garak's eyes flickered to the side not willing to let Seska know how angry he was. He was considering just ignoring the other agent when, again, his gaze settled on the young man at the bar. Following Garak's gaze Seska's eyes narrowed. "I'm warning you. Stay away from Tom Paris." Without another word, she turned and left the bar. Garak watched her go, a feeling of deep bitterness creeping over him once again. It definitely seems that his days as the Order's favoured operative was now over. Getting up to leave, Garak took one last look at the human sitting at the bar. Seska had said his name was Tom Paris. Garak recognized the name for the Star Fleet intelligence he had gathered. The young man must be the son of Admiral Paris, one of the high ranking officers in Star Fleet. On a sudden impulse, Garak decided he wanted to meet this man. To his delight the barkeep was providing a way for him to do so. "If you ave no more money, leave," The barkeep shouted at the blond who seemed to be shrinking in on himself. "I'm sure you can find some customers to help pay for the booze." Walking to the bar, Garak stopped beside the young man. Turning to the barkeep he handed him some latinum, "This will pay for a few more drinks, I'm sure." The barkeep snarled in disgust but took the money, muttering under his breath. Garak was sure he was saying something derogatory, but didn't care. He was after a goal now and the unpleasant man's opinion meant nothing to him. Garak studies the human beside him. Upon closer inspection the young man was even more handsome then he first imagined. You could even call him beautiful. Haunted blue eyes were hidden under long golden lashes, his golden hair shaggy from to many days without a proper cleaning. Garak pushed down the instinct to reach out and caress the human along the jaw line, wanting to see if the skin felt as soft as it looked. "Would you like to join me?" Garak asked the intriguing man. Garak watched, hiding his amusement as the younger man shot him a judging look. He was fascinated by the play of emotions over the man's face. The human quickly made up his mind and rose from the chair. Nodding Tom rose and followed the Cardassian back to his table. "I haven't seen you here before," Tom said, looking for conversation. "No, this is the first time I've had the pleasure of visiting this fine establishment," Garak replied. "I've come to this planet on business. And you, my young man, what brings you here?" "Just passing by. Trying to find work," Tom replied evasively. The barkeep brought over their next round of drinks and Tom grabbed his instantly. Bringing the glass to his lips he drank back the liquid that had helped sustain him for the past few months. None of this missed Garak's attention. What could cause an Admiral's son to sink so far? And how could he use this situation to his advantage? "You're looking for work are you? What trade do you deal in?" For a moment Tom thought that the Cardassian was trying to pick him up, that maybe the older man had heard the barkeep call him a whore. He hadn't sunk to the level where he had to prostitute himself for food or drink. But, unfortunately, that career was becoming more of a possibility in the future. "I'm a pilot." "A pilot, indeed." "Yes and a damn good one too," Tom shot back before downing more of his drink. "I meant no offence, good sir. I was merely surprised at your choice of occupation, though now I don't know why I was." Tom gazed warily at the Cardassian for a moment. The deep blue eyes showing nothing but humour at the moment. "What is your name anyway?" "You may call me Elim. And your name is?" "Tom." "Well, Tom, it's nice to meet you. I do believe this is the customary human greeting," Garak said as he extended his hand to the human in front of him. Tom smiled and took Elim's hand to shake it. "Yes it is. And then we say some drivel like, nice to meet you'." Garak laughed. "I hope it's not drivel when you say it to me though," he said as he tightened his grip on the human's hand for a moment. Tom studied him for a moment before holding up his drink, mockingly. "No, it's not." Garak laughed and let go of the young human's hand, deciding that he wouldn't mind getting to know this human better. "So what do you do for fun on this planet?" Elim asked. The sheer beauty of the man in front of him was starting to arouse more than just his curiosity. The almost predatory look that Elim was giving him caused a burning sensation to start in Tom's stomach. It was starting to become obvious that Elim wanted more than some clever conversation. "It depends on what you are looking for." Elim reached out and caressed Tom's hand. "I think I might be looking for a little bit of company to soothe me. What do you like to do, for fun?" "I wouldn't mind some company too," Tom replied softly, almost to himself. Maybe if he went home with the Cardassian he would have a safe place to sleep tonight and not have to settle for the alley. "Well then, would you like to keep me company tonight?" Garak asked. The potential of sex with this human was making his blood start to boil. The possibility was arousing on so many levels. He could piss off Seska, fuck a Starfleet Admiral's son and release some of the tension his earlier meeting had created all in one evening. "I can make it worth your while." "Fuck you," Tom said angrily. "I don't sleep with people for money. I'm not a whore." "And I never said you were," Garak replied casually. "I just meant that you would enjoy yourself as well." Tom studied the Cardassian's face. He couldn't believe that he was even contemplating this. Part of him clamoured saying that it was wrong to go off with this man, that the Cardassian was basically buying him for no more than a couple of drinks. The other, more cynical part of him that was being fuelled by all the alcohol he had consumed, was more than eager to go off with Elim. Tom hadn't had sex in weeks and his body was demanding some release. Besides, there was the added benefit of doing something that his father, the Admiral, would find absolutely repressible. Tom quickly made up his mind. "Ok, you have a deal just as long as I can spend the whole night." "That would be no problem. Should we finish our drinks and retire for the evening?" Tom nodded and waited for the barkeep to bring over the last drink of the night. Tom had never slept with a Cardassian before and he was hesitant to do it now. But there was something about Elim that intrigued him. He was almost charming, in a sly sort of way and was very good looking for a Cardassian, he supposed. He was also in excellent physical condition and his blue eyes sparkled with mischief and lust. As soon as the barkeep placed Tom's drink on the table, he scooped it up and downed the drink in one shot, trying to steel his nerves. "I'm ready." Garak watched enthralled as the different emotions chase themselves over the young man's face again. He smiled as Tom quickly downed his drink and stood to leave. "This way, my young man," Garak said as he lifted his hand in direction and let Tom go first. He let his hand rest lightly on the small of Tom's back and guided him out of the bar. This smirk the barkeep sent their way did nothing to diminish Elim's excitement for the upcoming events. Silently the two men made their way through the twists and turns of various streets and alleys before coming to the establishment Garak was staying at. Climbing the stairs, Garak motioned for Tom to go down one hallway and then stopped by a door to unlock it. Entering the small room, Tom looked around curiously. There was only a bed, a desk with a chair and a small table in the room. A door opened up to a small bathroom adjoining it. "Um, do you mind if I take a shower before we do anything?" Tom asked. "It's been awhile since I had one." "Certainly, my dear," Garak replied graciously. Tom made his way to the bathroom and partially closed the door. Elim slipped off his jacket and boots then went to sit as the desk. Drawing a padd out of a drawer, he began to input data about his meeting with Seska. Looking up when the shower started his could see through the partially open door and Tom's reflection in the bathroom mirror. Garak watched as the young human began to strip off his dirty cloths. He caught his breath when Tom was finally naked. His body was magnificent, lean and tight. Tom brought his hands above his head stretched once before entering the shower, the movement bringing out the muscles in his back. Licking his lips, Garak began to anticipate what was to come next. No longer able to sit still he began to pace the room waiting for Tom's shower to end. He could feel himself harden at the thought of taking the young man. He reached down and rubbed his swelling erection through the cloth, enjoying the bolt of pleasure it sent through his body. He then reached up and ran a finger along his left neck ridge again enjoying the sensations this wrought. At long last Tom's shower was finished. The young man dried himself off and walked into the main room with this clothes bundled in his arms. Garak seized the young man by the upper arms causing Tom to drop his cloths and gasp in surprise. Forcing him to the wall Garak pressed against the naked body of his soon to be lover. He brought his mouth down on the human's mouth, pushing his tongue into the warm cavern. Tom moaned in pleasure as Garak kissed him passionately. He could feel the Cardassian's erection pressing into his belly. Not knowing exactly what Elim would find pleasurable he ran his fingers through the dark black hair and then ran one hand down a neck ridge. Gasping into the kiss, Garak deepened the intimate embrace. Breaking away he looked at the human pinned against the wall, the pale skin of the human entrancing. Perfect pale skin with freckles scattered here and there. He reached up and ran his hands down his side, caressing the soft skin. Bringing his mouth down he began to nibble a line from neck to shoulder, causing the young man to shiver. Slipping his hand under Elim's shirt, Tom tried to find a way to remove it with the Cardassian still pinning him to the wall. The weight on him sending an erotic charge through his system. The lips and teeth on his skin burning like fire. He finally managed to remove Elim's shirt and moaned with pleasure when the hot skin of the Cardassian's met his. Next with fumbling fingers, Tom started to tackle the fastenings to Elim's pants. Stopping his nibbling on the human's shoulder, Garak raised his head and looked into the flushed face of his soon to be lover. Grabbing the trembling hands of the human, Garak stopped Tom in his quest to undress the Cardassian. Smiling at the confused look on Tom's face, Garak took a step away from the human, still holding Tom's hand. Walking over to the bed he pulled Tom to him once more and gently laid him on the bed. When the human was finally settled he then began to remove the rest of his cloths under the careful scrutiny of the human. Laying back on the pillows, Tom watched as Elim finally discarded the rest of his cloths. The sight took his breath away. Elim was a Cardassian male in his prime. Strong muscle all over his body, scales shining in health, his hard cock flush against his flat stomach. Tom shivered in anticipation. Grinning at the obvious approval in the human's eye, Garak kneeled on the bed and laid down on top of Tom. Both men gasped in pleasure as Garak brought their erections into contact with each other. Moving his hips slightly, Garak tried to draw out as much pleasure as possible. Reaching up, Tom grabbed at Garak's head and brought him down for a deep, hot kiss. Jerking his hips slightly against the Cardassian's, the pleasure was almost overwhelming. The urge to come was building. Garak could feel the human underneath him starting to lose control, and so lifted himself off the young man beneath him. Grinning as the young man groaned in disappointment. Breaking the kiss he whispered in the human's ear, "I want to take you." "Yes, oh yes," Tom sighed back in wanton lust. Reaching on the ground to his bag sitting beside the bed, Garak rooted around until he found something that could be used a lubricant. Rolling off the panting human he began to squeeze some of the contents on his fingers as he motioned for Tom to roll over. Garak had to restrain himself at the vision of the young human waiting to be fucked. He wanted nothing more than to bury his aching cock deep into the lovely man. With a restraint born of years of patience he prepared Tom to take him. Moaning with pleasure, Tom gasped when Elim rolled back on top of him and finally entered his body. The thick cock gently pushing into him until it was seated fully within. Pausing for a moment to enjoy the warmth surrounding him, Garak carefully pulled back and drove forward again, driving deeper into the human. Running a hand up and down the sweaty flank of the young man below him, he started a driving rhythm that would soon send both men over the brink. Tom couldn't help the sounds of pleasure that escaped from his lips and the Cardassian's cock brushed his prostate with each deep thrust. The ecstasy of each movement sent a thrilling bolt of pleasure throughout his body. Garak continued to thrust deeply into the pale body beneath him, trying to hold on as long as possible. He could feel his orgasm building to the point of no return. With one final deep thrust he froze inside the young man as he climaxed. The Cardassian's powerful climax forced Tom over the edge into his own brilliant orgasm. Pleasure swept over his body as he felt the older man collapse across his back. Trying to get his breathing under control, Garak slowly withdrew his softening cock from the younger man and rolled to the side. Turning his head to the side he looked at the human panting beside him, the pale skin flushed with exertion. Smiling contently for getting what he wanted he allowed himself to fall asleep. Tom woke the next morning alone in bed. Sitting up slightly he peered around the room and noticed the Elim belongs were gone and that his measly possessions were sitting on the desk. Rising from the bed he reached for his cloths but stopped when something on the desk caught his eye. Laying there was a note and a bar of latinum. Picking up the note with shaky hands, he read, 'Thank you for the lovely time last night. Admiral Paris must be proud to have you as a son.' Tears welled up in the younger man's eyes as he ripped the piece of paper to shreds. Looking down at the bar of latinum he felt shame flow through him. He was a whore. Throwing the bar of latinum at the door, he started to swear at the departed Cardassian. Garak stood outside the room with all his belonging, listening as the young human threw something against the door. With a small smile Garak walked away from the man shrieking curses in his room. He also walked away with a newly acquired taste for humans. With thoughts about the future and hopes about possessing a human once again, Garak headed out on his new mission. END [ main page || basics || pairings || list || tales || disclaimer || links ] |