Lost in Translation: A Garak/Bashir Fanfic

Chapter 4/4

"I said hush," Garak admonished him again, sounded remarkably composed for a man buried sheath-deep in Julian's ass; his hands shifted again, settling on Julian's hips with a controlling grip that was both disquieting and reassuring. Julian tried his best to obey as that alien erection slid slowly out again, the reverse suction and the ridges combining to produce such overwhelming sensory input that he couldn't stop tiny high-pitched whining noises from bursting free... but Garak wasn't scolding him this time so he supposed the whimpering was acceptable, which was fortunate because it was rather beyond his control. And slowly in, glorious swelling pressure and pure heat over his prostate; this time he did manage to bite back most of the cry that rose from the core of him and stuttered brokenly into the dark air of the shop, and he restrained it again on the next stroke, and on the next. Considering the circumstances he was feeling pretty damned pleased with himself — well, the tiny fraction of his mind that wasn't utterly consumed with lust was, anyway — when Garak took harder hold of his hips and shifted his stance ever so slightly, and Julian barely had time to register the change before the Cardassian moved into high gear.

For a couple of seconds Julian flat-out couldn't breathe: he was being pounded into the table, and the exponential increase in intensity was beyond anything it would ever have occurred to him to imagine. When his diaphragm unlocked he spent his first full breath in a near-scream, which earned him a sharp growl and a hand clamped firmly over his open mouth. It took him another couple of seconds to realize that he didn't mind this in the least: in fact, it gave him the liberty to yell even louder without alerting half the Promenade to what was going on inside Garak's Clothiers. He let himself go, uttering muffled screams against the palm of Garak's hand and writhing on his impromptu bed of fabric samples, barely hearing the increasingly loud rumbles Garak was emitting as the pace of his thrusts kicked up another notch — because he was divinely and obscenely full, drowning in waves of heat whose periodicity was rapidly increasing, and he just wanted to lie there and get fucked forever.

Forever, as it turned out, was something less than fifteen seconds. When the cycles peaked Julian was dimly aware, through the sweet pulses of release as spurt after spurt of his spunk splattered the side of the display table, that he was probably vocalizing loudly enough to be heard in Quark's Bar in spite of Garak's restraining hand, but he found it almost impossible to care. He'd barely started to come down when he felt Garak stiffen, still thrusting as pulses of liquid filled Julian's rectum, prompting another long moan and a final shudder of fading ecstasy that left Julian warmly glowing, feeling hot and dirty and delirious. It was a sensation only enhanced when Garak pulled out a little, permitting a trickle of Cardassian semen to trail down his perineum toward his balls; he stretched and purred, eyes blissfully closed, and grinned against the palm of Garak's hand.

For a few seconds they rested, still interlocked, catching their breath; then Garak withdrew completely, creating a shock of emptiness that left Julian feeling strangely bereft, and released the Human to reach for another piece of fabric on the table. It turned out to be soft and absorbent when he used it to clean Julian up with a few gentle strokes; Julian was content to lie where he was, letting the table support his weight while Garak applied the cloth to himself, then set it back on the flat surface before swiftly refastening his own clothing. Julian was still grinning like a loon when Garak took hold of his shoulders again and got him vertical, then turned him around to lean against the table's edge — but his eyes were open now, and when he tried to meet Garak's gaze he found the tailor apparently fully focused on wiping his paramour's penis clean.

When Garak moved to set the cloth aside again Julian shook his head and took hold of his briefs. "I can take it from here, thanks."

At once Garak nodded, his eyes flickering to Julian's for an instant, opaque and cool. "As you wish, Doctor," he said, and after stooping to reach between Julian's opened thighs to give the side of the table a quick swipe he collected the crumpled piece of white spider silk from the floor and disappeared into the back of the shop, his booted feet making almost no sound on the carpet.