Title: Tea Time 22/22
Author: Beth P.
Ratings: R
Warnings: M/M realationship, spanking
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these charaters. Pout.
Archiving: Cha Club only.
Summary: This is a little bit of craziness that I wrote for FCanon comprising of 22 drabbles. Captain Chakotay of DS9 and his crazy dabo boy lover Tom spar with Bashir, the owner of Quarks, and his lover Garak
Tea Time. #1
"Captain Chakotay please report to the promenade," Odo's terse voice came over the comm.
"On my way," Chakotay replied slapping his comm badge. Making his way to the promenade he wondered what made the changeling sound so uptight.
Stepping off the turbolift he stopped short at the sight. His dabo boy lover was running around naked as a jay bird, kissing stunned bystanders on the cheek.
Rushing up to his blond god he grabbed him around the waist and pulled him into the infirmary.
A stunned Dr. Polanski ran over to the tall blond struggling in the grip of the Station's captain and placed a hypo to his neck.
"What happen?" She asked.
"I don't know. He was running naked on the promenade," Chakotay replied.
Odo stepped into the room. "I can explain, he let Garak fix him his Tarkalan tea again."
"God damn it," Chakotay swore, "Tom falls for that every time. Only I get to see his ass. I'm going to pay Mr. Garak a visit."
Trouble. Tea Time #2
Chakotay stalked into Quark's and walked up to the owner, "Bashir! Where the hell is he?"
"Who?" Bashir responded blandly.
"Your bastard of a boyfriend."
"Oh dear what has he done now?" Julian asked. "No let me guess. He spiked Tom's tea again, didn't he."
"Your damn right he did. Tom was running around naked on the promenade. Naked. Only I get to see him naked."
Julian sighed to himself. It looked like he was going to have to �teach' Elim another lesson tonight. Turning to the captain he placated, "Why don't you let me deal with Garak. You're much to angry right now. I'll make sure he is suitably punished."
Chakotay nodded, still pissed, but thought it wiser to let Garak's lover do the disciplining. Turning he stalked out of the bar.
Julian looked down at Garak clinging to one leg, hiding from the enraged captain. Looking down at his lover a small smile played around his lips when Garak whispered.
"I'm in trouble again aren't I?"
Reasons. Tea Time #3
"Come here." Julian said sternly to his lover cowering beside the door.
Garak thought about his two responses to that question and chose the wiser and went to his lover. Sitting beside him he waited for his punishment.
"Garak, love, you have to stop pissing off the Station's Captain. Why do you insist on spiking Tom's tea all the time."
Garak toyed with the pillow he was holding, "I dunno."
"You must know why you do it," Julian chastised. "If I had a reason, maybe it will help me think of a suitable punishment."
Garak sighed, "Well, he's just so damn perfect. I can't stand it. He's tall, blond, slim, and perfect. I'm surprised you look at me at all with that man hanging around."
Julian was stunned. Bringing up a hand to caress Garak's cheek, Julian whispered, "No, you've got it wrong. You are the perfect one. Perfect for me. I don't see anyone else that way."
"Oh, Julian. I love you."
"And I you, my love."
Repercussions. Tea Time #4
Chakotay lay in bed with his lover in his arms. "How are you feeling now?" he asked quietly.
"My head still feels light," Tom replied tiredly. "Did I really run through the promenade naked?"
"Yes, but it wasn't your fault. Garak spiked your tea again. Why does he do that?"
Tom paused for a moment then said in a small voice, "Maybe because I flirt with Julian sometimes."
Chakotay bolted into a sitting position. "Are you crazy? Flirting with a Cardassian's lover. You're lucky he didn't kill you. How long has this been going on?"
"Since Bashir took over the bar."
It had been 6 months since Quark became the Grand Nagus and Bashir took over the bar. Before that Bashir was a hired gun, which was how he met Garak.
"You need to go to Garak tomorrow and promise him you won't flirt with Julian anymore and be lucky I am not punishing you myself. Garak has done a fine job of that himself."
"Yes sir," Tom pouted.
Apology. Tea Time #5
Tom plodded to Garak's shop the next morning to apologize. He wasn't looking forward to it as he loved tormenting Garak. Entering the store he noticed Garak arranging a display.
Clearing his throat to get Garak's attention he spoke, "I want to apologize to you Garak."
"To me?" Garak said, surprised.
"Yeah. I want to apologize for flirting with Julian."
"Chakotay made you apologize didn't he?" Garak asked.
Blushing furiously, Tom nodded.
Garak laughed, "Julian told me this morning that I had to apologize to you."
Tom chuckled, "Looks like our lovers know what's best for us."
Garak agreed rubbing his sore behind. He hadn't escaped the swats that Julian had bestowed as his punishment.
"Why don't we call a truce then. I won't flirt with Julian and you won't spike my tea?"
"Ok, deal." Garak replied.
Tom nodded once and left the shop. �Of course, I never said anything about spiking your Kanar, Garak.' Tom thought to himself with glee, as Garak plotted ways to flirt with Chakotay.
Honour. Tea Time #6
"Well, did you apologize?" Chakotay asked as Tom entered their quarters.
"Yeah."
"Good boy."
Smiling Tom walked to where Chakotay was sitting and plopped down onto his lap. "Do I get a reward for obeying you, master?" Tom laughed.
Chakotay captured the dabo boy's lips as a reply, savouring the taste of his lover.
"I should make you mad more often," Tom whispered as the kiss was broken. "I wish we didn't have to go back to work."
"Me too, babe," Chakotay replied gripping Tom's ass tightly. "But duty and honour awaits."
"Duty and honour? You're just going to go Ops and order people around."
"Yes, but I do it honorably."
Tom snorted as he stood, straightening his skimpy dabo outfit.
Chakotay sighed suddenly feeling horny, "I love that outfit."
Tom turned around so his lover could get a better view. "It does look nice doesn't?"
Chakotay stood quickly and picked Tom up, throwing him over his shoulder, as he moved towards the bedroom. "Screw honour. Let's screw."
Jealous. Tea Time #7
"Well, did you apologize?" Julian asked Garak as he entered their quarters.
"Yes I did. And he apologized to me as well," Garak replied as he sat on the couch next to his lover.
"To you? Why?"
"He said it was his fault that I spiked his tea."
"How is it his fault?"
Garak blushed, "Well you see, I only spiked his tea because he was flirting with you."
"Flirting with me?"
"Julian, my dear, sometimes you are so dense."
"You were jealous then?" Julian asked amazed.
"Well, I wouldn't exactly called it jealousy."
"What would you call it?"
"I can't think of a word for it."
"That's cause it's called jealousy."
"Fine, call it what you want."
"Why were you feeling jealous."
"Cause you're mine damn it," Garak said with a touch of anger.
Julian smiled then launched himself at Garak, pushing the older man down until he lay over him. "You're so cute when you act jealous," Julian teased just before he captured his lover's pouting lips.
Invitation. Tea Time #8
"Dabo," Tom yelled out as the Bajoran tourist won. "Congratulations, sir," he said as he handed him his winnings.
He was about to spin the wheel again when someone tapped him on the shoulder. Turning he saw Sela, another dabo girl.
"Break time. The boss wants to talk to you."
Tom cringed inside and left the table. Hordes of dabo players watched him leave with despair as he was the most popular dabo spinner. He good looks attracting many players.
Walking to the bar where Julian was pouring a drink he sat until the customer was served. "You wanted to talk to me?" Tom asked.
"Yes I did. I want to know why you were late."
Tom blushed and tried to hide the new hickeys on his neck with his dabo outfit.
"I see," Julian said smiling as he was sporting a few new hickeys as well. "Can you and Chakotay come over for dinner tonight?"
"Um, sure." Tom replied surprised.
"Great, see you around 1900 hours then."
Dinner. Tea Time #9
"That was excellent, Julian," Chakotay said while patting his stomach.
"Yeah," Tom agreed. "I'm stuffed."
The dinner party had gone better than anyone expected. Tom and Garak played nice while the group engaged in pleasing conversation.
"So how is the bar business going, Julian?" Chakotay asked as Bashir started to clear the table.
"Great. Tom here is an excellent draw. I swear sometimes people come far and wide to see him."
Tom smiled, as Chakotay reached out and took his hand.
"He's something else isn't he?" Chakotay asked with pride.
"Yes, he is a fascinating specimen," Garak replied sourly.
Tom smirked in Garak's direction.
Changing the subject Chakotay asked, "And how is your business going, Garak?"
"Thank you for asking, Captain," Garak said sweetly. "It's going very well."
"Wonderful," Chakotay said puzzled at Garak's tone.
Tom's eyes narrowed as he studied the Cardassian. Did he just flirt with his man?
"Would anyone like tarkalean tea?" Julian asked when there was a lull in the conversation much to Chakotay's amusement.
Flirt. Tea Time #10
"Captain," Garak called out to Chakotay as he walked down the promenade.
"Mr. Garak," Chakotay greeted.
"I just want to thank you for coming to dinner last night. Julian and I enjoyed your company," Garak said, not mentioning Tom.
"Tom and I were happy to come."
"Well, good. Might I say how wonderful you look today?"
Chakotay blinked in surprise. Was Garak flirting with him? "Why thank you," Chakotay replied politely.
Garak reached out and touch Chakotay's arm lightly. "You're welcome. Well I should get back to the shop. I hope you have a good day, Captain."
Chakotay watched Garak walk away still confused. He was relieved that Tom wasn't around to witness this. Turning, Chakotay continued his journey to Ops.
Tom stepped out from a dark corner when Chakotay had disappeared from sight. �That bastard is flirting with Chakotay,' Tom seethed to himself. �I will make him pay. But how?' he thought to himself. Suddenly grinning to himself, he walked to the replimat, putting his plan into action.
Revenge. Tea Time #11
Garak came out of the back room of his shop to see a package on the counter.
Walking over, he picked up the card attached and read, �Just for you, because you're special'
�How sweet,' Garak thought, Julian left him a present. He loved when his lover left him presents.
Grinning, Garak opened the package and gasped with surprise. It was a very expensive bottle of Kanar. Grabbing a glass from underneath the counter he started to open the Kanar. He paused for a moment, thinking he should share this moment with Julian, but decided against it. Opening the bottle he poured a small glass. Bringing the glass to his lips he savoured the smooth liquid.
�Perfect,' Garak thought.
Taking another long sip he sighed in pleasure. His Julian sure did love him.
"Garak, I was wondering if my new dabo outfit was ready?" Tom asked entering the store.
Stumbling from behind the counter Garak said, "My, there seems to be two of you. Which one is real?"
Cure. Tea Time #12
"How do you like it Garak? Now it's your turn to act the fool." Tom said gleefully.
"You little bitch," Garak slurred, "You spiked my Kanar."
"I did."
"Why?" Garak asked struggling to stand.
"I saw you flirting with him you slut."
"With who?"
"With Chakotay, you asshole."
"Well know you know how it feels don't you." Garak replied still trying to figure out which Tom was real.
"And you know how it feels to be the drugged fool."
"I'm going to get you," Garak growled as he lunged for the wrong Tom and crashed into a display.
"You coward," Garak sneered from the floor. "You're too scared to face me unless I am drugged."
"I'm not afraid of you Cardassian."
"Then prove it human."
"Fine. I have the cure right here in this hypo spray. I'll give it to you then we can settle this."
Tom walked over to Garak and placed the hypo spray to the old man's neck and released the contents into the Garak's system.
Fight. Tea Time #13
Garak closed his eyes as the medication flowed through his system. When his head finally stopped spinning he opened his eyes to find a smug Tom standing over him.
Without any warning Garak launched himself at Tom, driving the younger man to the ground.
Losing no time Tom delivered a hard blow to the Cardassian's mid-section, resulting in a satisfying moan.
Recovering from the blow to his stomach, Garak brought down his own fist to connect with Tom's face. A vindictive smile crossed his lips when he broke the skin under Tom's eye.
The two men traded blows back and forth, rolling around on the floor, vying for dominance in the fight.
The two fighters were interrupted from their dispute when they heard a frightening bellow.
"What is going on in here?" Odo demanded from the two fighters. "No. Don't tell me, just follow me, gentlemen."
Tom and Garak looked at each other with a promise to finish what they started before following the constable out of the shop.
Busted. Tea Time #14
Tom and Garak paced in their separate cells awaiting their fate.
"This is all your fault," Garak whispered.
"Bite me," Tom replied frostily.
Turning at the same time, both men saw their lover's standing inside the brig with their arms crossed.
Fear and delight warred in their hearts.
"Would you mind explaining your behaviour?" Chakotay asked silently.
"It was his fault," both Tom and Garak said at the same time.
"No it wasn't," they said together again.
Chakotay and Julian looked at each other and sighed. Both men had no idea what to do.
"What am I going to do with you, Elim?" Julian asked exasperated.
"Take me home?" Garak asked hopefully.
"If he gets to leave so do I," Tom pouted.
"I haven't decided if I am going to let you leave yet," Chakotay said to his lover.
"Are they to spend the night, Captain?" Odo asked.
Chakotay thought about it for a moment to Tom's horror. "No release them. Julian and I will deal with them."
Guilty. Tea Time #15
Tom walked slowly behind Chakotay as they walked to their quarters.
"Tom get your butt up here," Chakotay ordered when he noticed Tom lagging behind.
Quickening his gait, Tom hurried to catch up to Chakotay. Only reaching him when they finally made their quarters.
"After you," Chakotay said motioning for Tom to enter first.
Hanging his head, Tom entered the room with a soft sigh. As he heard the door close he turned around starting to plead his case. "Chakotay," he began.
"Save it," Chakotay said as he held up his hand to stop Tom's plea for understanding.
"But it wasn't my fault," Tom said stubbornly.
"It wasn't your fault? That's a good one, Tom. So it wasn't you rolling on the ground bitch fighting with Garak?"
Tom looked away in shame. "Yeah, it was me."
Chakotay sighed and rubbed his face tiredly, "What am I going to do with you, Tom?"
Walking over to the couch Chakotay sat down and motioned for Tom to come over to him.
Talent. Tea Time #16
Julian paced the room as Garak sat meekly on the couch. Stopping to speak, Julian couldn't find the words to say so continued his pacing.
"Julian, please," Garak began softly, "come sit down."
"No, not yet. I have to work off some steam first. What ever possed you to fight with Tom?"
"He spiked my Kanar!" Garak said in defence.
"And you spiked his tea."
Stopping Julian sighed and made his way over to his lover. Sitting down he took Garak's hand. "You know I'm going to have to punish you?"
Garak nodded mutely. "I know."
"Oh, Garak. Why do you make it so hard on yourself sometimes?"
"Talent?" Elim asked with a small smile.
Julian smiled as well. "How do you think I should punish you?" He asked.
"I don't know," Garak said while shrugging his shoulders.
Julian pondered what he was going to do with errant lover when the idea for his punishment came to him. Rising from the couch he said to Elim, "Follow me."
Punishment. Tea Time #17
Smack
"Ow."
Smack
"Ow," Tom yelled as Chakotay's hand came down on his bottom. "I've learned my lesson. I'll leave Garak alone."
Chakotay stopped his hand as it descended to make contact with Tom's ass. "You promise?" Chakotay asked with Tom bent over his knee.
"Yes, anything, just please stop," Tom pleaded.
"You know I don't like doing this to you right?"
"I know," Tom replied sullenly.
Chakotay picked Tom up and carried him to the bedroom. Placing him on his stomach on their bed he went to the bathroom to retrieve some soothing cream for Tom's sore ass. Sitting on the bed next to his chastised lover, Chakotay spread some of the soothing cream on his fingers. He gently brought his hand down to touch Tom's ass and softly started to rub the cool cream on Tom's reddened ass.
"Oh, Tom. You have such a spirit. I love it, but it keeps getting you in trouble."
"It's a talent I have," Tom said to both of their amusement.
Dabo. Tea Time #18
Dabo," Garak said disinterestedly.
Tom walked into the bar with the unusual sight of Garak in a form fitting dabo outfit. Blinking a few times to make sure he wasn't hallucinating Tom walked over to Julian to ask what was going on.
"What's this all about?" Tom asked motioning towards the unhappy Cardassian.
"This is Elim's punishment for the fight."
"You're punishing him by making him a dabo boy? Wow, that's a sting to the pride," Tom replied.
"Don't take it the wrong way Tom."
"How can I not take it that way?" he asked sitting gingerly on the bar stool.
"I just want to put Elim in your position, so he can understand your point of view."
"But he shows no pride in his work," Tom replied. "Look how he's frowning and not interacting with the patrons at all. He's giving dabo boys a bad name."
"I know. It's killing him.." Julian grinned evilly.
Tom looked at the sorry sight once more and started to grin as well.
Tip. Tea Time #19
Elim squirmed trying to dislodge his little silver outfit from between his butt cheeks. �How does Tom stand this?' he thought.
Dabo players started to place their bets as a Bolian started to hit on him again. Elim forced a fake smile on his face and said, "Remove your hand, sir, or you will regret it."
The Bolian leered drunkenly at Garak and moved his hand further up Garak's thigh. "You look pretty in silver."
Garak grabbed the blue hand on his thigh in a crushing grip, yanking it away from his body. "I suggest you go somewhere and sober up," he said nastily.
The Bolian shrugged and moved away from the pissed off Cardassian knowing that he had pushed him too far.
Garak sighed with relief only to see Tom sauntering over.
"Well, well, well. What have we here," Tom drawled.
"Not now, Paris. I'm busy."
"I just wanted to give you a helpful tip."
"What."
"If Morn starts hitting on you, run." Tom said laughing, walking away.
Reflections. Tea Time #20
Elim sank into the couch, never so happy to be off his feet. Getting comfortable he brought his feet up to rest on the coffee table.
�This feels so good,' he thought. �Tom is stronger than I thought to do this day after day. How does he stands it? All the drunks leering at him, groping him.'
Reaching for his kana he took a sip and thought some more about Tom. �I wonder if he was even really flirting with Julian. Maybe he's just tries to please everyone while he's at work and flirts with everyone.'
Julian entered the quarters finding his lover deep in thought on the couch. Settling beside him he asked how his day went.
"It was hell," Garak replied vehemently. "I admire Tom for doing this day after day."
Nodding in agreement, Julian was pleased that his plan worked and that Garak began to think differently about Tom. Leering suggestively at his lover he said, "Let's not put that little silver outfit to waste."
Deal. Tea Time #21
"May I join you?" Garak asked Tom.
Nodding, Tom motioned for Elim to sit. Tom was enjoying his break, savouring his tea
"How's your shift going?" Garak asked.
"Great."
Garak paused for a moment. "I don't know how to say this."
Tom waited.
"I want to say that I, um, admire you for what you do. I worked one shift and couldn't stand it. How do you do it day after day."
Surprised with the conversation, Tom thought about it for a moment. "I really like meeting new and interesting people everyday."
"Don't you get tired of the drunks hitting on you?"
"Nah, you just have to know how to handle them."
"Oh...."
"So...." Tom began.
"So," Garak repeated.
Both men laughed.
"Do you want to call a truce?" Tom asked.
"Yeah. I don't think I can handle anymore of Julian's punishments."
"What will we do to pass the time now?" Tom asked grinning.
"I know," Garak began. "We can always torment Julian and Chakotay."
"Deal," Tom said smiling.
Dread. Tea Time #22
Chakotay and Julian watched their lovers talking in the replimat.
"Do you think they're finally past their games?" Julian asked.
"I hope so."
"That's a shame. I really liked punishing Elim by making him wear that silver dabo outfit."
Chakotay grinned knowingly. "I know what you mean. Tom looks amazing in silver."
Julian sighed thinking of his lover in the dabo outfit.
�Sigh,' Chakotay echoed. Feeling slightly horny.
"Now that they aren't going to be at each other's throat all the time, I wonder what new trouble they'll get into."
"Never fear, Julian. I'm sure they will think up something devious."
Both men suddenly felt a shiver of dread when their lover's burst out with malicious laughter.
Looking at each other they whispered, "Oh shit."
"Why do I have a bad feeling about this?" Chakotay asked nervously.
"I'm not sure, but I feel the same way. Maybe I should save the outfit."
With one last grin Chakotay and Julian made their way over to their lovers and their fate.
