The Crime
by Kathy P
Keying the entry code to his quarters, Dr. Julian Bashir moved into the room, tossing a PADD that he had brought home to study on a side table. Moving toward his bedroom with the intent to change out of his uniform into civilian clothes, he jumped when a low voice sounded behind him.
"Hello, doctor."
Spinning around, he saw Garak, Deep Space Nine's resident tailor, spy, sometimes assassin, and, more recently, personal love slave to one Julian Bashir, leaning against the wall, a couple of feet from the door, a nondescript look on the Cardassian's face.
Placing his hands on his hips, Julian took a moment to calm his racing heart. Amusement quickly
replaced surprise. "Let me guess," Julian said wryly. "You overrode the lock out on my quarters, again." He tried to play the role of the stern Star Fleet officer, but failed as a grin broke out across his face, echoed in his warm brown eyes.
"What should I do with you?" Julian said as he sauntered over to Garak. "Maybe I should report a break-in to Odo?"
Garak watched him with thinly veiled amusement. He loved it when Julian tried to pull his I'm-Star-Fleet-so-therefore-I'm-right act on him. It always led to fun and games.
"Yes, I do think that we should contact the constable, my dear," Garak said, still leaning back against the wall. "But I think that there is a greater crime that is waiting to be uncovered."
Julian stopped a few feet away from the tailor. "And what might that crime be?" He said as he inched closer and wrapped his arms around Garak's waist.
He could see Garak resisting the temptation to return the embrace. The two men had only recently entered into a physical relationship, after months of verbally dancing around each other. They could hardly keep their hands off of each other much to the amusement and anger of Julian's friends. There was something exciting about making Garak, who was usually very controlled, shudder at his touch.
Garak pretended to pause in his thoughts, trying to compose himself. "Let me see," he said thoughtfully, coming to a stop when Julian started to caress his back. Julian knew that Garak had a hard time concentrating when he caressed him like that. He watched in amusement as Garak closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
With a shake of his head, Garak broke away from the embrace. Walking away, his gait a little unsteady, Julian watched as the Cardassian fought his body's responses. So, his tailor was a little reluctant to play. Julian could change that. Leaning up against the wall where Garak once stood he watched the other man turn to face him.
"Maybe I should have said crimes," Garak said, his eyes raking over the younger man's body. "First, there is that uniform that you insist on wearing."
Julian started to chuckle. Garak loved to tease him about the lack of design, as Garak saw it, in Star Fleet's uniforms. Since the beginning of their relationship the tailor had been bringing home clothing that he had designed specifically for Julian, saying that it complimented him better. The older man loved to dress him in colours that brought out the rich carmel colour of his human lover's skin. Julian had to admit that he had never looked better, but refrained from telling Garak this as the other man's ego was big enough after, in Garak's own word, winning such an elusive mate.
"Garak, I think that is just your own personal opinion," Julian pointed out.
Garak sniffed slightly, "Well, it should be a crime."
Julian just shook his head as he listened to the other man. Silence ruled for a moment while Garak studied the younger man's face, as if he was looking for something.
"My dear, doctor," Garak said with a soft, mock sigh. "You really don't realize what you have done." With a shake of his head, he took a step closer to Julian. "And here I thought that Star Fleet tried to instill some sense of punctuality and etiquette into its officers."
Another mock sigh slipped past Garak's lips at the puzzled look on Julian's face.
Julian tilted his head to one side, unconsciously imitating Garak's mannerisms.
"Punctuality? What does that have..." he stopped, as he realised what Garak was talking about. With a groan he pushed himself off the wall and moved over to Garak, embracing him again. "Quarks.." he began when Garak suddenly leaned in and kissed his lips, lightly.
The two men kissed tenderly for a moment before Garak pulled back. "Exactly, my dear," he teased. "You were to meet me at Quarks for lunch."
Julian hugged Garak tight. "I'm sorry, Elim," he apologized. "It was so busy in the Infirmary that I.." His words were stopped by the finger that Garak brushed against his lips.
"I know, Julian," Garak said, smiling at the relief in his mate's eyes. "When you were late, I stopped by the infirmary and I saw how busy you were. Tell me, how does Chief O'Brien keep hurting himself?"
Julian laughed. "Those damn holodecks. I'm thinking about asking Captain Sisko to ban Miles from them."
"It's probably for the best," Garak replied.
Reaching up, Julian started to run his fingers though Garak's soft black hair. Leaning forward again, he licked his lips, "Now, what do you suppose my punishment should be for my crime?"
Garak growled lightly, deep in his throat. "Oh, I'm sure I can think of something appropriate."
Julian shuddered with delight as Garak pulled him into the bedroom, working swiftly to remove Julian's clothing.
Laughing, Julian raised his hands to help him. "This was just an excuse to get me out of this
uniform."
"Julian, I don't need an excuse to get you out of that monstrosity," was the last thing Garak said as they moved over to the bed to exact Julian's punishment.
Julian's last thought was that he should commit more crimes if this was to be the consequence.
The End.
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