| Author:
Kim Riley
Pairing: Garak/Q Rating: R Feedback: < [email protected] > Disclaimer: Viacom is Borg - that pretty much says it all. Notes: Part of the "Garak Fuh-q Fest" Archiving: ( Cardassian Choir )
Elim Garak, tailor extraordinary, and former agent of the once great Obsidian Order was now doing the one thing he swore he would never, in a million years, do… he was sulking over a human. Oh, not just any human, but specifically one Dr. Julian Bashir Chief Medical Officer of DS9, this human was special: intelligent, spirited, giving to a fault, an endless supply of compassion for everyone, beautiful in body & spirit, and most definitely…straight. *Sigh.* In the work room located in the back of his shop, Garak was lingering over a pair of pants that was due to be finished today, but his mine was far from his duty to his customer, it was firmly stationed on thinking why and how he had become so pathetic in his older years. <<Before my exile if someone like Julian were either not available or interested, I’d just move on. On the other hand if they had been a prisoner I’d…>> he stopped in thought for he didn’t like where that thought was going. Yes, that is what I would have done, but not with Julian… “Oh for crying out loud!” the Cardassian shouted. He had done the wrong type of stitch on the hem for the last twenty minutes, and would have to redo the entire side. He stood up while throwing the pants down to the worktable, his feelings of anger, self-disgust, and tons of frustration brewing with in him, looked to the ceiling shouting to what ever deity may be listening to him. “I swear I have had enough of this! If what I desire is not possible then let me free of this misery, or by the Gods, do something!” Seconds after speaking he felt incredibly stupid, for what deity in their right mind would listen to him in the department of blessings after the life he had led? *Sigh* Garak turned to the pants laying on the work table… “I would have taken you more for a doer than a whiner, but it would seem that I am wrong… in this case, anyway.” Garak quickly turned in the direction of the sudden male voice that ended his silence. He saw lying on the top shelf of his work shop a human male, dark hair, and features, similar to earth’s European type, medium build, and floating on top of the Andorian silk. He was dressed exquisitely in a charming emerald green tunic, pant set. It took a moment for his mind to put a name to this alien face, for Garak knew instantly that this man was not human. Perhaps it was the way he was floating on a shelf that wouldn’t hold the weight of a human and the several bolts of fabric on it… Garak was taken aback, but quickly gathered himself to face this alien intrusion in his workshop. “Exactly who are you, and more importantly what…” he was about to snap but instincts clued him in that tact was the better part of valor. “What can I do for you,” he said in his customer handling tone. The man floating on the shelf smiled approvingly at the chosen tone greeting him. “As for who I am, I am ‘Q’ of the continuum, surely you’ve heard of me?” he asked as if the answer was obvious. Garak suddenly had a name to the face he remembered from a good while back being on the station and causing lots of trouble. He also remembered what he read on this being when he slipped into the data files at that time. “Hmmm,” his voice was pondering, “No, no I don’t think so, should I?” he asked innocently. Q raised an eyebrow in disbelief, he knew Garak was lying. He pursed his full lips together in disapproval, and let his eyes penetrate the Cardassian before him while in deep thought on how to proceed in dealing with the tailor. Slowly his lips curled into a smile then he started to laugh as if he suddenly heard the best joke in the universe. “Oh, Elim, that was the most transparent and pathetic lie I think I ever heard in my existents, and believe you me, I’ve existed,” he chucked out through waves of laughter. Garak was far from pleased at being laughed at in his own store by an unwelcome visitor, but he did remember that ‘this’ visitor was powerful, so drew upon his training to keep in control of himself and just stare till he could be silent no more. “Again, what can I do for you,” he simply said. “Well, I was going to let you dazzle your self in my company, but now I see that you are not what I expected,” Q chuckled, not quite as hard, with a touch of disappointment in his tone. Garak was about to rephrase his question when he heard the buzzer from the front entrance, someone had just entered his store, “I have a customer, Mr. Q. If you would excuse me,” he said glad to be leaving this bizarre encounter behind as he turned to leave. “It’s ‘Q’, not Mister.” Q replied watching the tailor leave. (Oh, this is going to be more fun than I thought) he smiled to himself than disappeared. Garak walked out front to see the man that was the key stone to his personal torture, “Why Doctor, this is an unexpected surprise?” Garak said. He had not seen much of Bashir since the increase threat with the Dominion, and their lunches were becoming a thing of the past, much to his regret. Garak gave his long time friend and fantasy a pleasant smile. Bashir was standing with his hands behind him in his form fitting, though unflattering uniform, with that controlled expression he had been wearing for quite some time. He looked very reserved though his manor was calm, his voice pleasant as he spoke. “I’ve been thinking about our last encounter in the infirmary aboard the Defiant not so long ago, and I wish to apologize.” Garak was pleased that his friend had realized that he was behaving badly toward the Cardassian, though Garak did feel he overstepped the line by calling his friend a “Vulcan.” “No, my dear Doctor, it is I who should apologize,” he replied like most humans would, taking the blame while letting the other one off the hook. “Oh, Yes! I can definitely see why you find him so esthetically pleasing.” Q said from behind Garak appearing out of nowhere. Garak turned, eyes wide at the declaration stated by Q, and was about to either shout at Q or apologize to Bashir when he noticed… Bashir didn’t react to the comment, nor seemed to notice Q’s presence at all. (Could it be that Julian doesn’t see him?) “You got it, my little lizard,” Q retorted as to let the Cardassian know that his mind was being read. “Um, Garak, are you all right?” Bashir asked after seeing the tailor act oddly with no apparent explanation. “If it’s a bad time…” “No, I fine,” Garak smiled trying to pretend that Q was not standing over his shoulder. “What can I do for you?” he asked hoping that the good Doctor was here to reestablish their lunches again. Julian stood straight, and took a few steps closer to the tailor, his face calm, and reserved as ever. “Fuck me.” Garak blinked, as the smile turned into his jaw dropping. “Wwwhat did you say?” Julian looked at Garak as if he was unwell, “I said would you have lunch with me? Garak, are you sure you’re all right.” Just then Q burst out laughing, “It’s what you wanted to hear wasn’t it?” Garak glared at Q then remembered that his friend couldn’t see the annoying alien, and didn’t want to bring Q and his mouth out into the open. He gathered himself as best he could. “I’m fine, Doctor. It’s just that after are little, ‘falling out’ I didn’t think you would ever have lunch with me again,” he lied. Julian let his eyes shift, finally showing some emotion…guilt. He was about to speak when he froze in place. Garak looked around to see Q go from behind him to next to Julian in the blink of an eye. “My, my, my.” Q said while walking around Bashir like the young man was on display. “As charming as he may be, I can’t see why you would let this… mere meager mortal take up all your energy?” Garak didn’t want to anger Q, especially with Julian so close, and knowing that Q knew the good Doctor could be used against him. “Q, would you mind leaving Dr. Bashir out of this?” he asked professionally. Q looked up from close examining Bashir’s face, with a wide smile, “Of course, my dear tailor, what ‘ever’ you want.” Then he stepped behind Garak, Julian continued talking. “I couldn’t possibly hold you accountable for being…for being right,” he said, with his eyes still looking down. “I’ve been behaving badly to everyone, especially you, and…” *sigh* “Well, if you could forgive me, I would like to make it up to, with lunch this afternoon. That is, if you can?” Bashir asked, letting his dark doe eyes finally look pleadingly at Garak. Garak was about to answer when Q snapped his fingers, making Garak react by looking with concern toward the alien then back to Bashir when his com badge beeped. “Dr. Bashir we have a medical emergency, please report to the infirmary at once.” Julian slapped his badge, “I’m on my way.” Then looked at Garak feeling even guiltier, “Perhaps later,” he said with a half smile than turned to hurry away. Q was suddenly talking up a storm before Bashir could even get two steps away from Garak. “I’ve changed my mine, he’s quite too skinny, and rather child like. I really think you could do much better than a sickly morsel of a tooth pick than… “ Garak couldn’t take Q putting down his love, “Enough!” he shouted. Unfortunately Julian was not totally out of his shop and turned to see what the matter was, “Garak, what’s wrong?” he asked in true concern over the sudden outburst. “Yes, Elim, what ever is wrong?” Q asked in a more mocking manner. Garak closed his eyes for only a second, he needed to think fast, “I saw a Vole behind the counter, and suddenly had it with waiting for something to be done about it. I’m sorry if I startled you. You best hurry to the infirmary, Doctor,” he lied. Julian didn’t seem to buy the lie, but he knew he was needed more in the capacity of a doctor than a friend at the second, and raced off to the infirmary determined to talk with his friend later when time allowed…no, he would make the time. With Julian now gone from his shop, Garak felt free to glare angrily at Q. “Just what do you want?” he demanded, feeling all sense of pleasantry falling to the wayside. “My dear tailor, what makes you think I want anything from the likes of you?” Q stated smugly. “You who once possessed a quick and clever mind, who once wielded the power of life and death in his hands, now reduced to… this!” he gestured at Garak. “No, my dear tailor, I don’t want a thing…” he said, giving a wicked grin, then disappeared. Garak was livid, but drew on the last of his inner strength to calm himself. He then thought about going and telling Julian what happened, or Odo, but that would mean giving a full report. They would want to know what was said, and most importantly what Q wanted, and he didn’t have a clue. (I wonder if simply harassing a Cardassian tailor is the latest continuum sport?) he jested with himself attempting to lighten the mood. Then his thoughts turned themselves toward this wanted visitor, who he would be having lunch again with, real soon. It had been a long day for Garak, with dealing with some unhappy customers who had to be told their items would be done a few days later than they were originally told, to that visit from the obtuse alien Q. He entered his quarters around 22:00 hrs with only a shower and bed on his mind. He just entered his bedroom when his door chime went off, to Garak’s surprise. “Enter,” he shouted while walking back into the living room and was surprised to see Dr. Bashir entering. “My dear Doctor, another pleasant but unexpected surprise. Twice in one day,” he smiled, hoping the young man understood he really was delighted as seeing him. Julian looked focused in thought as he approached Garak then stopped only a foot away from him, “Garak…Elim, I…ah hell,” he said then grabbed the surprised Cardassian around the shoulders and kissed him firmly. When Garak’s mouth opened to give a reply he Julian let his tongue explore the hot moist delights hidden within the Cardassian’s mouth pulling him harder against him. Garak couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t believe that Julian was kissing him, nor could he believe that after so many years of dreaming of such a moment…he didn’t like it. He pushed away from the kiss, “Doctor, please,” he gasped. Garak’s mine became filled with confusion. <How could I not like that?>> “Come on, Elim,” Julian cooed. “I know you want it as much as I do,” he grinned. Garak needed a moment to think, “Julian this is so…so unexpected.” He then pushed Bashir off him as he felt the young man’s hands begin to descend down his back. “Could you give me a moment?” he insisted. He didn’t want to offend Julian, but something was not right. “You want me to leave?” Bashir asked confused. “I thought you wanted this as much as I did?” “I…I, just want to make myself ready,” He lied, badly while making his way to the bedroom, but not before he saw Bashir raise his eyebrow in a Vulcan like manor, and smirked, very uncharacteristic of him. Once in the bedroom Garak’s mind was free to explore what had happened. Then he remembered just whom he had annoyed earlier, (could it be?) “Computer, locate Dr. Bashir,” he asked softly. Garak was pleased at discovering his opponent out, but furious that Q would sink so low to pose as his Julian. If things had happened the next day would have been a nightmare… he wanted to teach Q a lesson, but could he? Slowly a grin curled his lips while he changed his cloths to head back out into the living room to see the false Bashir still waiting for him. He walked slowly into the room, giving a seductive smile, “I do apologize for my abruptness, but you caught me off guard,” he purred as he came close enough to wrap his arms around the slender waist. “I never expected this, from you.” Garak leaned in a placed a teasing kiss on the handsome face before him. “Surly, Elim. You could see how much I’ve desired you over the years,” Julian smiled back, letting his hands explore the strong back of the man now pulling him closer. “Why, how could I… we just met this morning,” Garak whispered in the false Julian’s ear. He felt himself be pushed back to star in the angry face of Q. “How did you know it was me?” he demanded. Garak released his hold on the alien fully satisfied with the results of his revenge, “Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that you’re kiss tasted like cardboard. Dull and lifeless,” he shot back with even more satisfaction. It was Q’s turn to be livid. “You think your so smart, my little lizard? Well we shall see, won’t we!” he grinned out between clinched teeth then disappeared. Garak knew he was in trouble, but the joy of beating this alien at his own game was just too delicious not to savior. Garak poured a glass of Kanar still envisioning the pure fire in that strong face, and felt a tingle in his stomach. (It’s not a half-bad face to look at,) he found himself thinking. (If only he could kiss, I probably would have never known the difference, right a way,) he chuckled while taking his favorite chair that let him view the stars out his port window. (Well, his kiss may have been dull and lifeless, but the choice of body was good in both cases…regular and Bashir’s.) He grinned then sipped his Kanar letting his mind enjoy its freedom of visions. A strong alien, a beautiful human, and one very lucky Cardassian. Just before going to bed Garak noticed a message had been left some time ago, before he returned home. It was a message from Julian inviting him to try their lunch again tomorrow; Garak smiled then went to bed. Garak had been looking forward to this afternoon ever since he got the message from the good doctor, and now the time had arrived and Julian was late. *Sigh* Garak sat back nursing his drink, it was never a new thing that his lunch guest was late, usually Garak would wait a while then order, and keep his own schedule, so not to look to obviously pathetic at wanting to spend time with the young man, but today he decided he would be patient. Twenty minutes later he was rewarded by seeing a hurried Julian rush to their table, an apology dripping from his soft lips before even sat down. “I’m terribly sorry, Garak. I was on my way out when Miles came in. He injured he shoulder, again, and you know how testy he gets when he’s like this. I just couldn’t push his bad manor on anyone else. Sorry.” He finished then gave his order to a waiter before turning his attention back to his friend, and smiled. (Julian seems to have thawed out since yesterday, this is a good sign,) he thought and returned the smile. “How did that emergency turn out from yesterday?” Garak asked, trying to reestablish their old form of communication. He was pleased that this simple question was all it took to get Julian to start talking. People had made some rather nasty comments about how they liked it now that the doctor had learned to ‘shut up,’ but not Garak. He enjoyed the young man – completely, (if only. *sigh*) Toward the end of their meal it was like old times. Garak and Bashir had taken different sides of some totally indifferent issue that suddenly made itself present, and argued it quite passionately, a smile on both their faces. Garak noticed that Bashir had hardly considered finishing his meal as they talked on, this made him smile more, and engage the young man even further. After another five minutes of fiery banter Julian suddenly became quiet, redness filling his cheeks, and took a big bite of his now cold food. “Are you all right?” Garak asked wondering why the sudden change in attitude. “I’m fine,” Julian smiled trying to suppress his nervousness that had suddenly developed as far a Garak could tell. Garak watched his young friend closely though doing his best not to let Bashir know he was being keenly watched. He observed Julian take a few more bites, then make another jest on the old topic, trying to bring about what had been lost through his sudden silence. Garak did his best to reply but then noticed that during his comment that Julian had laid his slender hand on top of his own. I can’t believe this! He thought dryly. Here I am thinking I’m making headway with Julian and ‘he’ tries this again? Well, I don’t think so. Garak’s eyes fill with anger and annoyance as he pulls his hand a way like it had been attacked. “Please. I thought you would at least try being original,” he stated coldly. Julian looked horrified, “I’mmmm. I… I didn’t mean to…” he quickly stood up, “I’m sorry, Garak.” Dropping the napkin Julian moved away out of the replimate as fast as he could without drawing too much attention, his face a mixture of red embarrassment and shame. Garak smirked at a much better performance that he was witnessing when he saw from the corner of his eye Q sitting at another table, smiling like a Cheshire cat. He then looked at the back of the young man dashing around the corner. It had been Julian, and he did make an honest effort toward him and Garak… Oh no! Garak stumbled into his shop and locked the door behind him while leaving the closed sign in place. Did I really just take a chance in a lifetime and spurn it? His mind cried out. He couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t believe that he allowed himself to be tricked by Q in such a manner. (Maybe Q did something that made him act that way and he’d forget or something… maybe…) “Oh, no, my little lizard! His pass in your direction was purely of his own doing, not mine.” Q gloated. Garak was beyond livid at this being, “You son-of-a-bitch!” he growled. Q only chuckled, “I’m no one’s son, nor am I the right gender to be the other.” “How… how…” Garak was almost beyond words. “Oh it was so simple, my dear tailor,” Q boasted. He moved closer to the Cardassian daring to lean into be face to face with him, “I knew what Julian was going to be doing today, and set you up last night… you really think ‘I’ kiss like cardboard…please!” All his years of training fled his senses, he didn’t care if this alien was more powerful than anything he’s ever heard about, he didn’t care about anything…but striking back…he did. Garak swung making full contact with his fist to Q’s face knocking him down to the grown. Then before Q had a second to react Garak was pouncing on him body and soul, with full intent on trying to kill him. Q took the blow, then wrestled into Garak’s maneuver, laughing every step of the way, “You can do better than this, Elim!” The blows his human body was receiving were not doing any damage, but the flow of adrenaline that he seemed to achieve started to give Q a form of high. “I set you up, Elim. He’ll never want to have anything to do with you know!” he cried out to enrage the tailor even more. It worked. Garak was blind with fury, his body quivered, and his heart pumped at an incredible speed that it had not known in years. He hit, he punched, he bit, this man…till…till another feeling started to arise…arousal. This moment of realization led to Garak suddenly being on his back and Q on top of him, both breathing heavily, and Q with a wild and wicked grin on his face. “I have ‘never’ experienced anything as wild as this before, Elim,” he panted while his eyes filled with lust. “I have heard of Cardassian reputations, but this is…” He didn’t get a chance to finish for Q’s eyes were not the only one to fill with lust. Garak grabbed Q down toward him so their lips could crush against on another, and it was true, Q’s kiss did not taste dull and lifeless, but full and fiery, that burned through out Garak’s body. The heat of the moment dictated the scene as the tailor grabbed Q’s current blue tunic shirt then ripped it from his body so his hands could caress flesh. “Oh yes, Elim. Don’t hold back, ‘I’ can take it!” Q cried out between kisses. Q found himself suddenly on his back and the rest of his clothes being ripped from his body. He was about to snap off Garak’s but the Cardassian ripped off his own close as well, so flesh could touch flesh, and more heat erupted from them both. Garak’s hands were flying everywhere across the strong human form that lay beneath him, while his hardness rubbed against that of Q’s their hips rocking in a fast fiery motion. Their moans filled the air as their flesh filled the other’s mouth through nips, and kisses. Garak was possessed with lust and desire, he didn’t think, only act. He reached down to lift the strong smooth skinned legs apart leaving him free to enter in and take this being fully. He pressed his erection to the firm opening then in one stroke pushed his way in with Q announcing Garak’s arrival with a pleasurable yell. Then Garak started pumping the male being in his grasp as he himself was possessed. Faster, harder, harder, faster. Q’s was now screaming for more, and he got more, so much so that he was reduced to pure feebleness from the pleasure of being so thoroughly fucked. Then together to two males raised into heaven to fall into bliss before finding themselves back in reality. Two sweaty forms laid together breathing heavily, one dizzy from what happened, the other quite pleased with himself. “Now that ‘was’ better than I thought it would have been,” Q breathed. “Thought?” Garak asked still recovering from the event. Q snapped his fingers, the tailor and himself where in Garak’s quarters, dressed, and a glass of Kanar in Garak’s hand while he sat on the sofa, looking at Q before him, smiling. “Why yes, thought.” He smiled wider as he leaned down to come face to face with the Cardassian. “I told you I heard of Cardassian reputations, how they get all riled up and become almost passionately out of control. I must thank you for being so…cooperative in this matter,” he purred placing a kiss on Garak’s nose. Q leaned back up to look at Garak, who now understood that he had been set up and used for this being's pleasure. “That’s not entirely true, my little lizard,” Q said off the cuff. “What’s not true, that I was not set up or that I wasn’t used?” Garak replied knowing that Q could read his mind, or see whatever move he might make before he himself knew. “You were not being used. I earnestly wanted to an experience with you, but you only denied me any opportunity to approach you on this matter, so… I set you up,” he grinned. “Same thing” Garak said dryly. What did it matter now. Though the sex was good, it was just that…sex. He then remembered what he lost today so Q could have his experiment with his ‘little lizard’, really hating that term. He let his shoulder slump in defeat, (I’m just too old for this,) he sighed. Q couldn’t help but be amused at the Cardassian who sat before him, his drink untouched, and his self worth slipping away. Q felt a tiny tinge inside, he hated that feeling, and “you are ‘not’ that old He smiled. But Garak didn’t respond he knew what needed to be done next, knowing this would cheer up the Cardassian by far. “What if I told you that Bashir won’t really be upset with you about this afternoon’s lunch, and that, being that you know he ‘is’ interested in you, that you still have a very good chance of making it work out?” Q said knowingly. Garak looked up puzzled. “What are you telling me?” Q leaned in close once again, meeting the bright blue eyes with his own. “Listen closely for I’m only going to say this once, my little lizard. If you find the courage to confess your heart to your little doctor, he’ll confess his to you. The two of you have a great…great chance of making a good life for yourselves together, but it’s up to how you build each day with each other that will make or break it… it’s all cumulative…” he grinned. “Good luck, my little lizard,” he said with one more kiss on Elim’s nose then disappeared. Garak sat staring in the air where Q had once stood. (Could he be right? Did we stand a chance?) Garak thought in wonder. (He’s right about one thing, if I don’t take a chance I’ll never know for sure. Happiness is achieved by every little bit you put toward it…) Garak smiled as he rose from his sofa to make his way to the infirmary to speak to Julian, while he still had courage he had found in this bizarre tryst with Q. Dr. Julian Bashir sat in his office doing the dreaded paper work that came from being CMO. He sat back in his chair rubbing his stiff neck when he felt strong hands take it’s place and rub it for him. He looked up to see who it was, “Hey!” he smiled up warmly “Hey your self,” a deep voice echoed back “How was your day?” Julian asked relaxing into the strong hands that were taking out all the kinks he was feeling from the past few weeks. “Very well. In fact I think you’ll be pleased to note that you’ll be receiving a visitor in a little while,” Q said moving his hands down Julian’s back. “Ah Q, your wonderful,” Julian purred under the strong alien hands. “I know,” Q said leaning down to place a small kiss on top of Julian’s head, but it was not one of passion but love…fatherly love. “But I promised you a long time ago when you were a child that I would look out for you, I’ve always kept that promise, haven’t I?” Julian shifted out from under the strong hands to raise himself to meet Q face to face, and hugged him tightly. “You were the only one there for me when everyone else abandoned me in that hospital,” he said softly. “Ah my dear boy, you were never alone. I was there.” Q replied hugging Julian back protectively. Julian then started to laugh, leaning back to face Q, “I still remember trying to tell everyone at the hospital that my bear Kukalaka didn’t come from my parents, but that he just showed up in my room and talked to me,” he laughed harder. “Of course I didn’t understand that it was you in teddy bear form till much later…but you were ‘always’ there.” Julian hugged him again. “The love of your life is coming, and I must go. I’ll see you later, okay?” “Definitely!” Julian said happily. “Oh, thank you,” he said hugging Q even tighter. “Always, my son,” he said softly, “always!” END [ main page || basics || pairings || list || tales || disclaimer || links ] |