A Taste For Vengeance

This is a sequel to my earlier DS9 story "Getting Away From It All". It contains some non-consensual sex, so if that offends you bale out now.

With grateful thanks to Mary, Pam and Jenny for their comments, criticisms and suggestions - it was appreciated ladies!

Any comments welcomed at kcolohan@sidsplace.win-uk.net

Star Trek, Deep Space 9, and all characters etc. from the series are trademarks of and copyright Paramount Pictures Corporation. Story copyright Karen Colohan 1995.

A TASTE FOR VENGEANCE - Part One --------------------------------

Several weeks had passed since his return to Deep Space Nine from his unexpectedly eventful trip to Risa, and Julian Bashir was finally settling back into his normal routine. By mutual agreement he and Garak spoke about their ordeal as little as possible. Dwelling on their unpleasant experiences served no useful purpose, and as far as anyone else on the station was concerned nothing untoward had happened to them while they were away. All had seemed to be well, until Julian, glancing through a list of ships due to dock at the station over the next few days, had learned something that brought the memories of his and Garak's capture and imprisonment flooding back.

As soon as his shift was over Julian escaped from the Infirmary and headed along the Promenade to Garak's clothing shop. It was already closed, but the doctor was privy to the tailor's security code and quickly let himself in. The Cardassian was seated at a work table, fussing over a garment he was altering, all the while clucking his tongue and muttering to himself in irritation. At the sound of Julian's approach he looked up and smiled, his eyes lighting with a look of genuine pleasure.

"Ah, my dear Julian, I hadn't expected to see you so soon," said Garak with surprise. "Which isn't to say I'm not glad to see you, you understand," he added teasingly. Normally his light, affectionate banter would have drawn an answering smile from Julian, but today the doctor was on edge Garak noted. He set down his work and rose, walking quickly across to where Julian stood twisting his hands nervously. "What's wrong?" he asked, searching the doctor's face anxiously.

"Elim, I've got something to tell you," he said at last, very aware of the tailor's sudden concern. "I don't think you're going to like it any more than I did."

"And what might that be?" enquired Garak, catching hold of Julian's hands in his own to still their restless movement.

"It's Dukat," said Julian shortly. "He's coming here - to DS9. It has something to do with the peace treaty. I'm not sure of the exact details." He looked up to meet Garak's clear blue eyes, seeing a reflection of his own unease mirrored there.

"Ah, I had heard that a Cardassian delegation would be coming to the station soon," admitted the tailor. "My - sources didn't see fit to tell me that Dukat would be with them though. Do you happen to know when they will be arriving?"

"The day after tomorrow," replied Julian with a sigh, "he's due to be here for about a week. Elim, do you think he'll say anything to anybody?" Garak considered for a moment and then shook his head.

"No, I don't believe he will," said the Cardassian thoughtfully. "After all, to do so would be to risk revealing his own disgrace in being deported from Risa. As I understand it, he's been able to keep that particular piece of information from the Central Command so far because the trip was made in a private, rather than an official capacity. If the truth were to be made known it would seriously damage Dukat's standing with the Central Command."

"Are you sure?" asked Julian anxiously. Garak laughed humourlessly.

"With Dukat one can be sure of only two things, my dear Julian," he said with a grimace of distaste. "One is his ambition and the other is his antipathy towards myself. We can only hope that, on this occasion, the former will outweigh the latter." The tailor squeezed Julian's hands reassuringly, trying to lift his spirits. He could well understand the doctor's reluctance about encountering Dukat again. He could hardly claim to be approaching such a meeting with equanimity himself.

"That really doesn't make me feel a great deal better, Elim," observed Julian drily.

"I'm sorry," said Garak with the faintest hint of a smile. "Perhaps dinner would take your mind off things for a while. Shall we say 1900 hours in my quarters?"

"Yes, I'd like that," agreed Julian, finally relaxing a little. "1900 hours it is then." The doctor gently disengaged his hands from the tailor's grasp. He leaned forward, brushing his lips softly against Garak's for a brief moment, just long enough to send a bolt of arousal through the Cardassian's entire body. Then he pulled back and turned away, leaving the shop without another word.

Garak stood and watched him depart in silence, his mind racing nearly as fast as his pulse. He didn't relish the possibility of coming face to face with Dukat again so close on the heels of their last encounter. Unconsciously one hand strayed to his chest, as if the cracked ribs still pained him. It was unlikely that Dukat would attempt anything overt whilst on Deep Space Nine, for the reason that Garak had given Julian. Nevertheless the tailor had an uneasy feeling that he wouldn't let his visit pass without trying to exact some sort of revenge for the Risa debacle. And if that were the case it didn't bode at all well for himself, or Julian for that matter.

Three days later Julian sat in his office, staring at the screen in front of him with rapt concentration. The newly published paper he was studying made fascinating reading and so caught up in it was he that at first he didn't notice when someone else entered the small room. A slight sound alerted him and all at once his instincts kicked in, making him abruptly aware of being watched. He glanced up apologetically.

"I'm sorry I didn't notice you there; can I help..." The polite greeting died on Julian's lips as his eyes registered the tall, imposing figure standing at ease on the other side of his desk. He swallowed as his throat became suddenly dry and ran his tongue nervously over his lips before continuing. "Gul Dukat, this is - unexpected," he finished, eyeing him warily. The last time he had seen Dukat the Cardassian had tried to kill him and only Garak's timely intervention had saved his life. Knowing that this time he was back in the safe, familiar surroundings of DS9 did little to ease his nervousness.

"Doctor Bashir," said Dukat expansively, "how could I come here to Deep Space Nine without taking the opportunity to see you to apologise."

"A-apologise?" stammered Julian in surprise.

"Of course, doctor, my actions the last time we met were quite inexcusable. I allowed my personal feelings to cloud my judgment; that is not a mistake I intend to repeat I assure you." Dukat smiled with apparent sincerity, but Julian couldn't help noticing the predatory look in his eyes - a look quite at variance with his conciliatory words. "So, doctor, will you accept my apology? I really don't want there to be any - misunderstandings between us."

Dukat placed his hands on the edge of the desk, resting his weight on them as he leaned forward, waiting for Julian's reply. The doctor swallowed hard again, trying to maintain his composure. The Cardassian's proximity and intent stare were vaguely disturbing. Julian pushed his chair back from the desk and got to his feet, anxious to put as much distance as possible between himself and Dukat.

"I - I'm grateful for your apology," he said at last, acutely aware of how ridiculous this whole situation was. How could a few meaningless words wipe away all the pain and anguish of those days on Risa? But right now all Julian wanted was for Dukat to leave; the Cardassian's imposing physical presence and direct gaze were unnerving him more and more with each passing second.

Dukat straightened, inclining his head in acknowledgement of the doctor's words.

"I'm glad that we've cleared the air, doctor," said the Cardassian warmly. "I hope that in future our meetings will be more - pleasant for all concerned." Dukat's gaze swept Julian appraisingly from head to toe and he favoured him with another smile, his sharp white teeth briefly visible, before turning to leave. "Good day to you, Doctor Bashir," he called back over his shoulder as he departed.

Once he was out of sight Julian sank back into his chair, shaking with reaction. He felt like some small, helpless creature being stalked by a sleek hunting cat, the image of a panther flashed unbidden through his mind. It seemed as if he were being toyed with, released for a moment to run free until the hunter was ready to continue his pursuit. Julian shuddered at the all too vivid mental image and then glanced down at himself in shock. The front of his jumpsuit bulged revealingly with the tell-tale signs of an erection. How could he have become so aroused he wondered, horrified. Dear God, had Dukat seen...? Julian brought his hands up to cover his face, feeling his cheeks burning with shame at the realisation that the Cardassian's sharp eyes could hardly have missed his heightened state.

Dukat stepped from the Infirmary onto the Promenade, a pleased expression on his face. The good doctor had proved far more responsive to his initial approach than he could possibly have hoped for. Of course he had been nervous and mistrustful, but his body had betrayed him all unknowingly. Evidently the time he spent with Garak had given him a taste for things Cardassian! Dukat smiled lazily; the next few days could prove quite diverting he decided. Doctor Bashir was by no means unattractive when aroused...

Setting aside that entertaining notion for the time being Dukat turned his steps in the direction of Garak's clothing shop. The tailor would not be as easy to deal with as the naive human, so he would need all his wits about him! As the door of the shop slid aside at his approach Dukat allowed himself a moment of vicious contemplation. I may not be able to kill you, tailor, but I can destroy the only thing of value in your miserable life, he thought with satisfaction. And I intend to derive great pleasure from doing precisely that, you traitorous old fool!

Dukat surveyed the interior of the shop contemptuously as he allowed his eyes to adjust to the pleasantly subdued lighting. He would never understand why these humans and Bajorans felt the need for such garishly bright illumination. His reverie was interrupted by the sound of soft footsteps behind him. He turned to find Garak watching him, poised, his expression wary.

"Dukat! What an unexpected - visit this is," said Garak ingratiatingly. "I certainly can't say it's a pleasure," he added acidly just loud enough for Dukat to hear. "It's not often that a fellow Cardassian patronises my humble establishment these days. To what do I owe the honour?"

"Ah, Garak, as gracious as ever," remarked Dukat, his eyes narrowing at the tailor's insolent tone. "I simply dropped by to see if you had recovered from your unfortunate injury."

"I'm touched by your concern," said Garak evenly, "but I'm sure you must have far more pressing matters to attend to." The tailor's clear blue eyes caught and held Dukat's. He stared fixedly at the other man, trying to fathom the true intent behind this inconsequential verbal fencing.

"Not at all," Dukat demurred. Judging his moment carefully he continued casually. "I needed to visit the Infirmary, but that's taken care of now." His words had the desired effect. Garak couldn't entirely mask his concern and Dukat took a perverse pleasure in seeing the momentary flash of fear that crossed the tailor's face. But Garak was an old hand at this sort of game and his impassive expression was quickly back in place.

"You're not ill, I trust," he murmured with manifest insincerity.

"Oh no," said Dukat affably, "but I felt I really should see Doctor Bashir and clear up that distressing misunderstanding which occured on Risa. He was most gracious."

"I'm sure he was," agreed Garak neutrally.

"Yes, we had a most - stimulating conversation," continued Dukat blithely. An unmistakable glint lit his pale eyes as he leaned closer to Garak, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "He really is an intriguing young man don't you think, Garak, with unexpectedly exotic appetites. I can understand your interest in him."

As the import of Dukat's words sank in Garak's whole body tensed. He clenched his hands into fists at his side, struggling to control his anger. The tailor wasn't much given to physical violence, he preferred to achieve his aims by less direct means, but at that moment his restraint was sorely tested. With an effort he forced himself to stop and think. Surely this was simply a lie, designed to provoke him... and yet, if Julian were attracted to him then why not to Dukat as well.

"What have you done, Dukat?" he finally forced out between gritted teeth.

"Done, Garak? I haven't done anything - yet." The threat implicit in his words was not lost on the tailor. An unpleasant smile curved Dukat's lips and he leaned in closer, his breath hot against Garak's cheek. "I didn't need to do anything to - arouse the good doctor's curiosity. I think he's in need of someone a little younger, more challenging. So, look to your laurels, tailor!" With a mocking flourish he blew a kiss in the infuriated Garak's direction, an amused expression crossing his face as the tailor backed away in disgust.

"You're lying!" Garak snarled angrily.

"You think so?" said Dukat smugly. "Well why don't you ask your loyal doctor about it?" Knowing that he had accomplished all that he had set out to do Dukat turned on his heel and strode from the shop without a backward glance. Garak stared after him, anger and fear warring for supremacy within him. What if Dukat's words were true? What if Julian really were tiring of him? The tailor closed his eyes, fighting for composure. He wouldn't give Julian up; he couldn't. A wordless cry of pain escaped him, and before he could think better of it he found himself hurrying from the shop and heading for the Infirmary.

For the second time in less than an hour Julian found his studies interrupted. He was grateful for the intrusion; since Dukat had left his concentration had been erratic to say the least, and it had taken him some time to bring his treacherous body back under control. A slight shiver ran through him again now as he looked up to see Garak standing on the other side of his desk, an anguished expression on his face.

"Elim, whatever is the matter?" Julian asked, concern evident in his voice. He rose quickly from his seat, moving around the desk to the tailor's side. He reached out to lay a hand on Garak's arm, but to his surprise the Cardassian pulled away, avoiding his touch. Julian backed off uncertainly. "Elim?"

"I just had a most - enlightening conversation," said Garak stiffly. "Gul Dukat dropped by the shop. He told me he had been to see you first."

"That's right," said Julian carefully. "He came to apologise to me, that's all."

"Are you sure that's all, Julian?" Garak's piercing eyes fixed on the doctor's and the younger man found himself acutely uncomfortable as the specifics of Dukat's visit ran through his mind once more.

"I...I'm not sure what you're asking," he said evasively, unable to meet the tailor's intense, and suddenly accusatory, gaze any more. To Garak the doctor's discomfiture spoke volumes; an involuntary cry forced its way past his lips, causing Julian to look up, startled.

"Then it was true," cried Garak painfully. "You did want him!"

"No!" protested Julian. "I didn't, but he - he caught me off guard.... Elim, I didn't even realise until he was gone, but he must have seen. I - I couldn't help myself."

"Why, Julian? Why aren't I enough for you?" Despite his intention of remaining aloof Garak reached out, catching hold of Julian and pulling him close. "What more do you want?"

"Elim, I don't want anything more. I have everything I could possibly ask for. And I certainly don't want Dukat," he concluded, his lips twisting in disgust.

"If that's the truth," persisted Garak unsteadily, "why were you aroused by him?"

"I honestly don't know," admitted Julian. He pressed his slender frame still more firmly against the tailor, desparately anxious to reassure him and, somewhere in the back of his mind, needing to convince himself that what he had felt in Dukat's presence was of no consequence; that it was Garak's closeness that set his body on fire. With a long exhalation of breath he continued. "Frankly I was terrified by him. I didn't know what he wanted, what he was going to do..."

"You know he wants you, don't you," said Garak miserably.

"That's ridiculous, Elim. Of course he doesn't," insisted Julian. "He's just trying to make you jealous. He wants to come between us, can't you see that's what all this is about?"

"And do I have cause to be jealous?" Garak's hands gripped Julian's arms more tightly, until the doctor winced in pain.

"Elim, you're hurting me!" he protested. "Please stop this - I thought you trusted me. I love you, Elim, you know that."

"Do you, Julian? Or is it all just words to you?" Abruptly Garak released him and turned away, twisting his hands together restlessly. "What can a beautiful young man like you possibly want with a foolish, old exile such as myself?" With a soft sigh Julian moved to stand close behind Garak. He slipped his arms around the tailor's waist and laid his cheek against his shoulder, not caring that anyone walking into the Infirmary could now see them through the open door of the office.

"I don't know what I can say to make you believe me," he said quietly, "but for what it's worth I don't see you as foolish, or old. And I thought what we had was special - to both of us." To emphasise his words Julian began to caress the ridge at the side of Garak's neck with slow strokes of his tongue. The tailor gave a muffled moan and turned quickly, drawing the doctor back into a tight embrace. He sought out Julian's full lips with his own, kissing him with a desparate passion. The doctor returned the kiss eagerly, feeling Garak's body trembling as he pressed against him. As a swelling tide of arousal swept over both men Julian slid his hands down inside the tailor's waistband, caressing the Cardassian's firmly muscled backside. The feel of the warm, leathery skin under his fingers inflamed him further and he thrust his hips vigorously, his erection rubbing enticingly against Garak's own.

The discreet sound of someone clearing their throat came from the direction of the office door. Panting hard the two men pulled guiltily apart and Julian saw one of his nurses, Sedi Jarelle, standing outside, studiously avoiding meeting his eyes and trying unsuccessfully not to stare in disbelief at the sight which greeted her.

"Doctor, your next patient is here," said the young woman still refusing to meet his gaze. Julian cleared his throat in embarrassment.

"Of course, Sedi, I'll be right there," he replied as calmly as he could, attempting to regain some shred of composure and professional detachment before facing his patient. He turned quickly to Garak. "Elim, I'm sorry, but I have to go. I'll see you later though, won't I?"

The tailor was still breathing hard, battling his frustration and trying to bring his body back under control. He nodded, not trusting himself to speak. Flushed, caught off balance and still undeniably aroused Julian had never looked more lovely in Garak's eyes. How could I ever deny you? he thought helplessly. The doctor smiled and paused just long enough to kiss the tailor's forehead lightly before heading out into the Infirmary.

After he had gone Garak dropped down onto a chair and buried his face in his hands. Damn Dukat and his half truths! He'd nearly managed to ruin the one relationship that made his miserable existence on Deep Space Nine bearable. The tailor sat for a long time, slowly composing himself, before he finally slipped unnoticed out of the Infirmary and returned to his shop.

A TASTE FOR VENGEANCE - Part Two --------------------------------

The next few days left Julian wondering exactly which deity he had managed to offend, and how. Circumstances conspired to make his life hell, as a spate of minor accidents and illnesses suddenly afflicted the inhabitants of the station, keeping him busy in the Infirmary almost constantly. Normally the extra workload wouldn't have bothered him, but now it seemed that every time he turned around there was Nurse Sedi, looking at him reprovingly. He sighed deeply. She hadn't actually come out and said anything about finding him with Garak, but her disapproval was plain enough.

To make matters worse still, it seemed that on those rare occasions he was able to escape from the Infirmary for a few minutes the first person he ran into each time was Gul Dukat. The Cardassian was unfailingly polite and made no mention at all of their earlier encounter. Nevertheless, Julian had the distinct impression that these chance meetings were anything but, and he couldn't shake the uncomfortable sensation of being toyed with, pursued. It hadn't helped when he had chanced to look back over his shoulder after one of these encounters to see Dukat, standing quite still and watching him intently, a covetous gleam in his pale eyes. The sight had sent shivers running through the doctor's slender frame and he had retreated to his office as fast as dignity permitted.

Julian also found himself missing Garak's company. He had been too busy with his patients and, in his rare off duty hours, simply too tired to seek out the tailor. He hoped Garak wouldn't misinterpret his neglect. The doctor had managed to exchange a few brief words with him as he hurried back from the Replimat after a rushed meal, but not surprisingly Garak had chosen to stay away from the Infirmary after his last eventful visit.

All of these things were churning around in Julian's mind now as he strode through the habitat ring in the direction of the guest quarters. This evening he had barely stepped into his own room at the end of his shift when his commbadge had beeped insistently at him. It seemed that one of the visiting Cardassian delegation had been taken ill and was refusing to be attended by the Bajoran medical assistant on duty. So much for the peace treaty, Julian had thought sourly to himself as he picked up his med-kit and headed back out the door.

Julian stopped outside the quarters he had been directed to and touched the door chime. At the sound of a voice from within he opened the door and went inside. Even by Cardassian standards the room was dark and the doctor paused a moment, allowing his eyes time to adjust to the gloom. Eventually he was able to make out the shape of someone seated in a chair on the far side of the room and he picked his way slowly across towards them. As Julian drew closer the lights were unexpectedly brightened, finally allowing him to see the quarters' occupant clearly. He stopped abruptly, a chill stealing through him.

"Gul Dukat," said Julian nervously, "I was told you were unwell. What exactly is it that seems to be the matter?"

"There's nothing the matter with me, doctor,"admitted Dukat. "I'm sorry to disappoint you, but that was simply a minor subterfuge on my part, I'm afraid."

"Why?" asked Julian tersely.

"Because I wanted to talk to you, doctor. There are some things I believe we need to discuss and somehow I didn't think you would agree to see me under normal circumstances," replied Dukat with a slight shrug of his broad shoulders.

"You're probably right," agreed Julian as calmly as he could. "There wouldn't have been much point in my seeing you as I don't think we have anything to say to one another at all. Now, as it seems there is no medical problem for me to attend to, with respect I think I shall return to my quarters." Julian turned to leave, acutely aware of just how fast his heart was beating.

"Ah, doctor, I'm afraid it isn't quite that simple," said Dukat regretfully.

"What do you mean?" said Julian, stopping in spite of his almost overwhelming desire to run from the room as quickly as he could. "Are you threatening me? You know you can't stop me from leaving if..." He regretted uttering the words the moment they left his mouth. A look of unholy joy crossed Dukat's features as he leapt to his feet, in the same instant reaching out to wrest the commbadge from Julian's uniform. The doctor whirled towards the door, but before he could reach it Dukat called out an instruction to the computer to lock it, reinforcing the command with one of his old Cardassian security codes. Julian froze, bemused at the suddenness of his entrapment. His fear must have reflected in his eyes as Dukat hastened to reassure him.

"You have nothing to fear, doctor," said the Cardassian smoothly. "I have no intention of hurting you. Now, why don't you sit down and make yourself comfortable. I'd rather this were as pleasant as possible - for both of us. Perhaps you'd like something to drink."

"No, thank you," said Julian stiffly, "if you have something to say to me just say it and let me go." Dukat sighed deeply.

"You're angry with me, aren't you, doctor?" he said after a moment's pause. "You have a lovers' quarrel with Garak and you blame me. I really don't think that I can be held accountable for his jealous nature." Against his better judgement Julian rose to the bait. He fixed the Cardassian with an angry stare, incensed by his air of injured innocence.

"You lied to Garak knowing that it would make him jealous. You were deliberately trying to cause a rift between us," said Julian angrily. "It was just your petty way of paying us back for what happened on Risa. Well, it didn't work, Dukat. Garak didn't believe your lies. He trusts me..."

"You accuse me of lying, doctor," interrupted Dukat, "but I think you're conveniently forgetting what really happened in the Infirmary." He held the doctor's gaze steadily and Julian blushed furiously as he was forced to remember the way the Cardassian had looked at him then, clearly taking note of the all too obvious erection he had been unable to suppress. "Ah, but maybe you do remember after all," continued Dukat his voice softening, becoming unexpectedly low and seductive. He stepped a little closer to Julian, his pale eyes looking intently into the warm brown depths of the doctor's. The younger man stood transfixed, his heart pounding wildly. He swallowed hard as his mouth became suddenly dry.

"The only thing I remember," insisted Julian with an effort, "is that you've already tried to use me to hurt Garak once. I won't let you do it again."

"Oh, but you misjudge me, doctor," protested Dukat, gesturing theatrically with his hands. "I'm not trying to step on Garak's toes, but if I may be frank, I have to admit that you intrigue me."

"What?" Julian looked at the Cardassian disbelievingly. Exactly what kind of game was he playing here?

"Well, doctor, Garak obviously thinks very highly of you. After all, he risked his life for you, didn't he?" Dukat grinned maliciously, provoking a vicious glare from Julian as anger warred with his fear. The Cardassian raised his hands in tacit apology, but the doctor wasn't so easily mollified.

"I really don't see where this conversation is getting us," he said in exasperation. "What is it you want of me, Dukat?"

"Oh I think you know precisely what I want, doctor," breathed Dukat, his expression suddenly predatory as he decided he had the doctor sufficiently off balance to proceed. "Garak generally has exquisite taste in his choice of bedfellows - in that at least I have to give him his due. But for him to devote so much time and attention to you, a human, not even one of his own kind... Well, you must be very special indeed, doctor, and I think it's time for me to find out for myself just what it is that Garak finds so appealing about you." Dukat's pale eyes glittered with suddenly awakened lust and his hot breath caressed Julian's cheek as he leaned in closer. The doctor's terror threatened to overwhelm him.

"No!" he whispered in protest. "No, I don't want you, Dukat. I told you that before. This achieves nothing. Please, just let me go." He looked around wildly, trying to control his rising panic, but there was nowhere for him to go. As Dukat moved closer still Julian found himself pushed inexorably backwards until he fetched up against the wall. The Cardassian eyed him appreciatively, noting the fearful expression on his delightfully flushed face, the rapid rise and fall of his chest and, most tantalising of all, the growing erection which now strained deliciously at the front of the doctor's uniform.

"Ah, doctor, I don't think you're being entirely honest with me, are you?" purred Dukat. Julian looked back at him helplessly, only too aware of the way in which his body was once again betraying him, and hating himself for it. Why was he so aroused? Why had he reacted like this to Dukat that last time in the Infirmary too? Dear God, it wasn't as if he were so starved of sexual contact he needed to satisfy himself with anyone who cared to take him... But surely he didn't really feel anything for Dukat. No! It was Garak he wanted, not Dukat. At the thought of the tailor Julian closed his eyes, suddenly fighting back tears. Whatever would Elim say if he knew how totally he had betrayed him?

"Dukat, please stop this," he begged. "I know you hate Garak for whatever it was he did to your father, that you blame him for his death, but this isn't the answer."

"Why don't you just relax, doctor?" said Dukat, ignoring his plea. He was plainly enjoying Julian's fear and unwitting arousal, relishing the control he was able to exert over the doctor's emotions. "I'm told I have some skill in these matters. I'm certain that you will find this a most pleasurable experience, and surely Garak won't begrudge me your delightful company for just a little while. He may even enjoy watching us together. Voyeurism always was one of his special talents."

"You're recording this?" Julian stared at the Cardassian in horror. He felt physically sick at the thought of Garak seeing him with Dukat, knowing how easily he'd been aroused...

"Of course, doctor, I wouldn't want Garak to miss a single moment of this," said Dukat triumphantly. "He has so few things left to him now and I intend to take from him the one he values the most - you."

"Oh God," murmured Julian helplessly, "Elim, I'm sorry..." He had no time to say more as Dukat pinned him firmly against the wall, pressing his hard muscled body to him, inflaming his treacherous erection still further. Like a hawk stooping to its prey Dukat bent his head, closing his cruel mouth over the doctor's.

Julian struggled, but the Cardassian's superior physical strength held him in place. Dukat's hands roved lazily over the doctor's resisting body, finally moving to unfasten the front of his uniform. Julian fought him every inch of the way, but couldn't prevent the blue and black jumpsuit from being stripped from him. As the doctor continued to resist Dukat tired of indulging him and grabbing hold of the lavender undershirt he simply ripped it apart along the seam. Julian gasped in shock as the tattered fabric was peeled from his torso. He stood before Dukat clad only in his briefs, shivering uncontrollably.

"Now, are you going to be sensible, doctor, or shall I remove them the same way?" enquired Dukat menacingly.

"No, I'll do it. Don't touch me," said Julian, his voice barely more than a whisper. With unwilling hands he pulled off his briefs, dropping them to the floor with the rest of his clothing. It took all his control to resist the temptation to cover himself with his hands as Dukat surveyed him with barely suppressed hunger. The Cardassian's own arousal was becoming increasingly apparent. It seemed he was deriving more than a little pleasure from his act of revenge.

"Well, doctor, I must compliment Garak on his excellent taste," said Dukat huskily. "You really are quite exquisite..." He reached out, caressing Julian's erection lightly with one hand. Slowly he ran his fingers along the shaft to the head, savouring the desperate moan which the doctor couldn't entirely suppress at his touch. Pleased with the reaction he was provoking the Cardassian ran his other hand gently over Julian's chest, teasing his nipples with skilled fingers. An involuntary shudder ran through the younger man's slender frame and with an effort he pulled away from the enticing caresses.

"No, don't touch me, Dukat!" he pleaded once more, horrified at the way his body was submitting to Dukat's seductive advances. Finding himself momentarily free Julian ducked past the Cardassian, into the centre of the room. He couldn't just allow himself to be backed into a corner and raped without the slightest resistance! Dukat, however, had no intention of letting him escape his attentions for long. Swiftly he advanced on Julian again, shooting out a hand to grab his arm in a vice-like grip.

"Oh no, I haven't finished with you yet, doctor," he hissed, giving the doctor's arm a vicious twist that brought him to his knees. "I thought perhaps you would choose to make this easy on yourself, but apparently not. Well, so be it." Releasing him Dukat turned his attention to his own uniform, quickly freeing himself from its confines. Julian looked up at him, curious in spite of himself. Dukat was taller and slimmer than Garak, his muscles sharply defined under his leathery, grey skin. He was also, at that moment, very much aroused, his impressively erect sex poised just out of the doctor's reach. Julian found himself fighting the sudden urge to take it into his mouth and lick and suck at it until Dukat was the one gasping and moaning with pleasure. He was saved from a humiliating capitulation as the Cardassian leaned down, hauling him unceremoniously back to his feet.

Julian flinched as Dukat pulled him roughly into a tight embrace. The sensation of the Cardassian's firm erection thrusting forcefully against his own made his head spin as he struggled to repress his body's instinctive reaction. No, he wouldn't give Dukat the satisfaction of drawing a response from him this time! The Cardassian's mouth closed over his own again and he fought to keep his lips pressed tightly together, refusing entry to Dukat's questing tongue. He might even have succeeded had Dukat not chosen that particular moment to slide his hands down over Julian's smooth backside, slipping two fingers firmly inside him.

The doctor gasped a protest at the sudden invasion and Dukat's tongue immediately pushed deeply into his mouth. Julian nipped sharply at it with his teeth, but his actions only seemed to excite Dukat further. The Cardassian ground his hips against the doctor's, pushing him ever closer to the brink. At the same time his fingers continued to plunge into him in a steady rhythm. Julian struggled ineffectually, trying to pull free before his body betrayed him completely, but Dukat held him in a relentless grip.

The Cardassian released Julian's mouth, pulling back far enough to see his face. The younger man's expression was one of abject humiliation.

"Ah, doctor, you're not enjoying this it seems," he observed sardonically. "Perhaps this will be more to your taste then." Carefully Dukat took Julian's throbbing erection into his hand, massaging it firmly. His touch was too much for the doctor's fragile control. A loud moan escaped his lips and his body convulsed as waves of pleasure broke over him. Angry tears burned trails down Julian's cheeks as he clutched desperately at Dukat, trying to stay on his feet as his knees buckled under him.

Dukat smiled unpleasantly and abruptly let go of Julian. The doctor collapsed at the Cardassian's feet, shivering violently as the warm glow of his climax faded. Dukat could hear his quiet sobbing, but the sound left him completely unmoved. He crouched down beside Julian, quickly turning his unresisting body onto his stomach. He felt he had accomplished everything he had set out to achieve, proving a point to both the doctor and Garak - at least he would have done once the tailor saw the recording. So, now he had the leisure to attend to his own satisfaction.

Julian no longer made any attempt to resist as Dukat's hands moved impersonally over his backside. He had already utterly betrayed Garak, making precious little effort to stop what was happening to him, taking pleasure in it even. What was the point in fighting now? He had already cheapened himself and his relationship with the tailor beyond any hope of redemption, so why invite further retribution from Dukat? It was better to simply remain passive, allowing Dukat to do whatever he wanted. He would detach his mind from what was happening to his body and hope that it would all be over soon.

In a daze the doctor felt Dukat move to kneel between his legs and was dimly aware of the Cardassian's fingers slipping into him again, readying him. With a vague sense of relief he registered the coolness of a lubricant on his skin. Nevertheless a brief cry of pain escaped him as Dukat pushed his erection roughly inside him, stretching him uncomfortably as he began to thrust firmly. The Cardassian ignored the feeble protest, not caring how much he might hurt the doctor. Overloaded with sensation, Julian's mind finally switched off and he felt nothing more as Dukat carelessly used him for his own pleasure.

When Julian came back to himself a while later he found he was alone. Dukat, together with the incriminating data clip, was nowhere to be seen. With an effort he pulled himself to his feet, swaying unsteadily. He felt stiff and sore and as he glanced down at himself he was disgusted at the sight of his stained and sweaty skin. A wave of nausea swept over him and he dashed for the bathroom where he was violently sick. As he rinsed the unpleasant aftertaste from his mouth Julian caught sight of himself in the mirror.

His hair was a tousled mess, errant strands plastered to his damp forehead. His face was unnaturally pale, except around his eyes, where the skin was red and swollen from weeping. He regarded his reflection with distaste. God he looked awful! Julian wanted nothing more than to climb into the shower and wash away the lingering traces of Dukat's touch from his skin, but not here where the Cardassian might return at any moment.

Julian hurried back into the main room and quickly gathered up his scattered clothing. He struggled into it as fast as he could. The ripped undershirt was unwearable so he pulled the jumpsuit close about his neck to hide the fact that it was missing. Finally he snatched up his discarded med-kit. To his relief the door wasn't locked. Evidently Dukat had finished with him. He bolted from the room and made for his own quarters, oblivious to the startled looks his dishevelled appearance drew from the people he passed. Once safely inside the doctor locked the door and stripped off his uniform.

He switched on the shower and stepped into the small cubicle, simply allowing the hot water to flow over him. As he slowly began to relax a little Julian started to shiver, the delayed shock of his ordeal claiming him. Unwanted an image of Garak formed in his mind. How would he ever be able to face him now? Then again that might not be a problem. Once the tailor had seen Dukat's data clip the chances were he wouldn't be able to bring himself to talk to the doctor again.

Julian clasped his arms tightly across his slim chest, trying to still the tremors which coursed through him. He found himself wishing desparately that Garak were here with him now, holding him close, stroking his hair softly, reassuring him that everything was alright... Just who was he trying to fool? Dukat had tainted him, destroying everything he had shared with the tailor. Garak would never want anything more to do with him now. Julian felt suddenly more alone than he ever had in his life and a deep chill permeated his body in spite of the hot water which still cascaded over him.

The tears spilled over once more and Julian fought them angrily. He couldn't allow himself the luxury of feeling anything now. He scrubbed viciously at his skin, needing to eradicate every trace of Dukat's touch, real or imagined. By the time he finally stepped from the shower his entire body was red and sore. He grabbed a towel, drawing its soft folds protectively around him. He padded into his bedroom and threw himself down onto the bed. Finally exhausted, physically and emotionally, he quickly fell into a disturbed sleep.

Garak unlocked the door to his shop and stepped inside. He moved across to his desk, mentally listing all the things he needed to do today. He glanced down at his terminal, reaching out to activate its display and stopped short, frowning. Lying beside it was a data clip, nothing remarkable in itself, but an oddity nonetheless as Garak knew with absolute certainty that it hadn't been there when he left the shop the previous night. He quickly scanned the interior of the shop, but nothing else was out of place. Whoever it was that had got past his security system had evidently only wished to deliver the data clip anonymously.

He picked it up and stood staring at it for a long moment, turning it over and over in his hands. Finally curiosity got the better of him and he slipped it into the viewer as he switched on the terminal. The data clip contained a single file and the tailor quickly accessed it. For a moment the screen remained dark, but then an image resolved itself, an altogether familiar figure - Julian. Garak leaned forward, a puzzled look on his face. What was this? A few seconds later his expression changed to one of anger as a second person appeared on the screen. What in hell was Dukat doing in the same room as Julian - alone?

All too soon Garak learned the answer to that question as he watched Dukat make his first approach to the clearly aroused doctor. For a second the tailor believed the promptings of his earlier jealousy, but then he registered the look on Julian's face. The doctor was plainly terrified... Garak slammed his hand down, cutting off the playback. He sat stricken for a long moment, uncertain what to do next. Part of him wanted to destroy the data clip without watching the recording, but in his heart he knew he couldn't do that. Denying its existence wouldn't change whatever had happened and despite his deep misgivings he had to know what Dukat had done to his beloved Julian.

With a decisive gesture Garak snatched up the data clip and headed for the door. Whatever the recording contained he had to watch it, but he couldn't risk doing so here in his shop in case he were disturbed. He locked up once more behind him - DS9 could survive without his services for one day - and hurried off towards his quarters. So agitated was he that he never noticed the tall figure watching him from the shadows of another shop doorway.

Dukat looked after the tailor's retreating back with a smile of satisfaction. Everything was falling into place, precisely as he had intended it should. Soon Garak's cosy little relationship with Doctor Bashir would be in pieces. Looking inordinately pleased with himself Dukat stepped from concealment and crossed the Promenade, heading for Quark's. Even though it was a little early in the morning he felt he owed himself a celebratory glass of kanaar.

Garak reached his quarters and quickly let himself inside, stopping only to place a privacy lock on the door. He moved swiftly across to his desk and seating himself in front of his terminal called up the mysterious file once more. Again he was confronted with the disturbing image of Julian's terrified face. It rapidly became apparent that the doctor's terror was well justified as Dukat advanced menacingly on him.

On screen the doctor's lips moved, but Garak couldn't make out the words. He touched a control on his terminal, wanting to hear what was being said and hoping it might give some clue to how this situation had arisen. The volume increased in time for him to hear clearly the desparate apology Julian had uttered as Dukat moved to pin him against the wall, holding him immobile and halting his frantic struggles. "Elim, I'm sorry..." Garak's throat constricted as he realised the doctor must have known not only that he was being recorded, but also what Dukat intended to do with the recording afterwards.

The tailor's eyes closed. This time Dukat had gone too far, but what could he do? If he went to Odo or Commander Sisko they would doubtless insist on viewing the file themselves by way of proof. He had no illusions about his standing here on the station; they would never simply take his word for it. Garak knew he could never make Julian's ordeal public in that way. It would be a betrayal of trust and he had no desire to humiliate the doctor still further. There had to be some other way.

With an effort Garak forced himself to open his eyes and continue watching as the sordid drama played itself out on the screen in front of him. Julian had had no choice but to endure Dukat's attentions, the least he could do was to watch and then hope to find some means to comfort the doctor. Perhaps if he knew what had happened to Julian it would be easier for him to find the right words...

Now Dukat was caressing the naked Julian's erection, making him tremble in a way that was all too familiar to Garak. With a sickening shock the tailor realised his own sex was growing hard in response to the images on the screen. He groaned, ashamed at his reaction to what the doctor was enduring. This wasn't some holosuite program. How could he possibly allow himself to become aroused by this? His beloved Julian was being assaulted, no raped, before his eyes and he was getting turned on by it... How low had he sunk?

Garak slammed his hand hard against the desk, furious with himself. His attention was dragged unwillingly back to the recording. Dukat was also naked now; in spite of himself Garak had to admire his magnificent physique as he thrust himself against Julian's resisting body. The tailor could feel his own erection straining at the confines of his clothing, pulsing agonisingly as Dukat brought Julian to his climax and then callously released him to fall at his feet.

With a cry of frustration Garak unfastened his trousers, slipping his hands inside to grasp his errant sex. As he watched the image of Dukat roughly penetrate the doctor's passive, prone form he began to stroke himself. Tears of shame rolled unheeded down Garak's smooth, grey cheeks as he unconsciously matched the rhythm of his caresses to that of Dukat's thrusts. Blindly the tailor pushed himself closer and closer to the peak, desparately trying to blot out the reality of Julian's ravishment. Garak's own cry of release mingled with the recorded sounds of Dukat's satisfaction.

When the tailor came back to himself the screen was dark, the recording ended. He stared at it blankly as he tried to rationalise what had just happened to him. Garak laid his arms on the desk before him looking in disgust at his hands, coated with the sticky residue of his climax. In sudden pain he buried his face against his forearm, weeping bitterly. Julian had been raped and all he could think of was his own pleasure! Besides which this whole mess was his fault in the first place. He was the one Dukat was trying to destroy, but it was Julian who had been caught in the crossfire and made to suffer.

Thinking of the doctor made Garak wonder abruptly where he was now. Had Dukat let him go? He knew that he had to see him, to apologise to him for allowing this to happen. Why had he ever let him be alone while Dukat was on the station? It occured to him as well that Julian might blame himself for what had happened and Garak hated to think what that might do to his self esteem. Quickly the tailor wiped his hands and rearranged his disordered clothing, hiding the traces of his shameful arousal. Then, snatching up the data clip, he hurried from his quarters, heading for the Infirmary.

A TASTE FOR VENGEANCE - Part Three ----------------------------------

Garak entered the Infirmary and found it apparently deserted. He made his way through to the office and was surprised to find not Julian but his nurse - Sedi he seemed to recall her name was - sitting behind the desk. She looked up as he came in, a faint frown creasing her brow.

"I'm sorry, but I was looking for Doctor Bashir," he said politely, remembering the young woman's disapproval at finding him with Julian several days earlier. He was too anxious to locate the doctor to want to get into a needless argument now.

"Doctor Bashir won't be in the Infirmary today I'm afraid, Mr Garak," Sedi informed him. "He called in a little while ago to say he was feeling unwell."

"That's not like the doctor," said Garak as calmly as he could. "Did he happen to say what was wrong with him?" he could not forbear from asking.

"He believes it's a reaction to something he ate," replied Sedi non-committally. "He had a disturbed night and felt it was better if he slept it off today. Now, is there anything I can help you with, Mr Garak?"

"What?" asked Garak distractedly, as the implications of Julian actually feeling unable to get through his shift slowly sank in. "No - thank you, you've already been most helpful, my dear." With that the tailor turned and hurried out, leaving Sedi looking after him in puzzlement.

Garak's mind was racing as he entered the turbolift that would take him to the habitat ring. Julian never shirked his duties as the station's Chief Medical Officer. His experience with Dukat must have affected him even more deeply than the tailor had feared for him to shut himself away in his quarters now. A "disturbed night" - Garak seriously doubted that even began to do justice to what Julian had most likely been going through.

Anger and concern warred for precedence as Garak made his way through the maze of corridors. Dukat had really overstepped the mark this time. He couldn't be allowed to go unpunished, but how to deal with him without subjecting Julian to the humiliation of his colleagues knowing that he had been raped? Garak sighed deeply and put the matter aside for the time being. His main concern now was to help the doctor come to terms with what had happened to him and to reassure him that he didn't have to cope with the consequences alone.

Garak found himself outside Julian's quarters and touched the door chime. There was no reply and he regarded the closed door with disquiet. After a moment's hesitation he tried to open it, but it was locked. He activated the chime a second time, and still getting no reply his concern began to grow. Surely Julian wouldn't have done anything foolish....

"Julian, are you in there?" he called anxiously. "I'd like to talk to you. Are you alright?" The silence stretched on, but finally was broken by the doctor's quiet words.

"Is that you, Elim?" he asked tentatively. Garak's heart lurched as he heard the fear in Julian's voice.

"Yes, it's me, Julian. Please let me in," the tailor replied gently.

"What do you want? I - I'm really not feeling very well," murmured the doctor. "Can't it wait?"

"No, I don't think so. Do you?" Garak sighed deeply. "We really need to discuss what happened - now." Once again silence greeted his words, but a moment later the door finally slid open. Relieved he stepped inside, and found himself in almost total darkness. As the door closed again behind him he looked around and at last located Julian. He was standing stiffly on the far side of the room, clad in a blue robe instead of his habitual uniform. Slowly Garak approached him, until he was close enough to see the doctor's face. What he saw almost made him cry aloud in protest.

Julian's skin had an unhealthy pallor to it and around his eyes were dark, bruised circles. He hadn't shaved and his hair was plastered to his skull in total disarray. He regarded Garak warily, his eyes, normally so alive were lightless, dead, his expression haunted. The tailor had never seen him look so tired, so utterly defeated.

"Julian..." Garak's voice shook and he reached out a hand to touch the doctor. He was shocked when a look of terror crossed the younger man's face and he backed out of reach.

"What do you want, Elim?" With an effort Julian repeated his earlier question. Wordlessly Garak held out the data clip he had been clutching unheeded in his hand. Slowly, with trembling fingers, the doctor took it from him, staring at it as if it might suddenly sprout fangs and bite him. At length he looked up, but he studiously avoided meeting Garak's eyes.

"You've watched this," he said flatly - a statement, not a question. The tailor nodded, not trusting himself to speak. Julian considered him for a long moment before turning away. "Well, thank you for bringing this to me. I - wouldn't want anyone else to see it," he added stiffly. "It's alright - you can go now. You don't have to stay here any more." Garak's eyes widened in disbelief.

"You're sending me away?" said the tailor in a choked voice. "Julian, can't we talk about this? I know it was my fault, but..."

"What is there to talk about?" came the doctor's harsh reply. "Dukat raped me. It's as simple as that. No doubt you think I deserved it; well maybe I did. I had the chance to leave and I didn't take it. I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough to resist him, but what can you expect? I'm just a weak human, no match for a Cardassian..."

"Julian, please stop! Why are you doing this?" cried Garak painfully.

"I'm trying to make it easy for you to walk out the door, Elim," said Julian bitterly. "I know you don't want to be here, how could you? I can understand that."

"You're wrong," insisted the tailor. "I'm not leaving you. I want to help you get through this. What happened is my fault. I should never have left you alone while Dukat was here. If I'd been with you..." Slowly Julian turned, staring hungrily at Garak, the faintest spark of hope lighting in his eyes.

"Do you really mean that, Elim?" he asked in a small voice.

"Of course I do, my foolish young friend. After seeing what Dukat did to you..." Garak's voice broke as he remembered exactly what effect watching the recording on the data clip had had on him. He chased the errant thought from his mind. "Julian, I wouldn't abandon you." Carefully Garak approached the doctor once more. He saw him fight the urge to flee from him again and slowly held out his arms to the younger man. With a cry of relief Julian stepped into his embrace and Garak pulled him close, holding onto him protectively as he felt him trembling.

Julian laid his head on the tailor's shoulder and surrendered to the luxury of tears. Garak gently stroked the dark, tousled curls, soothing the doctor as he would a child. Damn Dukat and his uncaring cruelty! Julian didn't deserve to be hurt like this. With infinite tenderness the tailor touched his lips to the doctor's stubbled cheek, feeling its unaccustomed roughness.

"Elim, don't - please..." Julian's panicked voice startled him and he drew back. The doctor raised his head, his dark eyes still overflowing with tears. He tried to avoid Garak's intense blue gaze, but the tailor caught his chin, forcing him to look at him. The terror radiating from the younger man shocked the Cardassian.

"Julian, I won't hurt you," he said softly.

"I know. I'm sorry, Elim," came the miserable reply. "I - I just can't get the image of Dukat out of my mind. It really isn't you I'm running away from."

"It's alright. I understand, and I won't do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable," Garak assured him. He resumed his gentle caresses, touching Julian only lightly. Slowly he felt the doctor begin to relax against him once more. "Do you want to talk about it?" he asked at length.

"No - yes, oh God, I'm really not sure," murmured Julian painfully. "You saw the recording, Elim. You know what happened. I didn't even try to fight him!" Abruptly the doctor pulled out of Garak's protective embrace, turning away to begin pacing agitatedly back and forth across the room.

"If you'd tried harder to fight him he might well have hurt you a great deal more," said the tailor reasonably.

"That's not the point!" protested Julian. "Not only did I not fight him, I got an erection the moment he came near me. I don't believe you didn't see that. I have no idea why, but my body wanted him. God, I almost came the first time he touched me..."

Julian's mouth twisted in a grimace of disgust as he stopped his furious pacing and turned to face the tailor. Garak stood quietly, understanding what the doctor was feeling. He still felt bitterly ashamed himself; confused by the impulses that had led him to make himself come while watching the recording on the data clip. He sighed deeply.

"Julian, you have nothing to reproach yourself for," said the Cardassian firmly.

"Yes I do," insisted Julian. "That wasn't the worst thing."

"You don't have to tell me anything more, Julian," said Garak softly. "Whatever it was it doesn't matter to me. None of it was your fault." The tailor found himself feeling more of a hypocrite with every passing second as the doctor offered up his secrets.

"Well it does matter to me," said Julian desperately. "Our relationship is too important to me... I can't lie to you, Elim. I need you to understand, because I don't. I - when Dukat undressed, when I saw his erection... All I could think of was taking it in my mouth. I wanted to touch him, to taste him so badly... If he hadn't dragged me up off the floor I wouldn't have been able to stop myself. God, I was so disgusted with myself. What if Dukat had realised what I wanted to do? It makes me sick to think about it. How can you bear to touch me, Elim? I've taken so many showers since last night, but I still feel so dirty. Why do you still want to be here with me?"

As the words poured out Julian covered his face with his hands. He didn't want to look at Garak, didn't want to see the dawning disillusionment and disgust in his eyes. But those feelings were absent from the tailor's expression; instead his whole being radiated mortification. While Julian opened his heart to him he still clung to his own shameful little secret. Slowly he moved to where the doctor stood so dejectedly and reaching up caught hold of his hands, pulling them away from his face.

"Julian, listen to me," he said with quiet conviction, "there is nothing dirty or disgusting about what you felt. The situation you were in - it simply overwhelmed you. You have nothing to be ashamed of. And believe me, I would like nothing more than to touch you - if you'll let me." The doctor stared at him in mute disbelief and Garak squeezed his hands reassuringly. "I know Dukat hurt you," he continued, "but I will do anything in my power to make that pain go away. I'd like to think that what we have is strong enough to survive what's happened. I don't love you any the less because of it."

"I want to let you touch me, Elim, but when you do it scares me," admitted Julian. "I just keep thinking this can't be real, that you'll somehow turn into Dukat and the whole thing will happen all over again. Every time I went to sleep last night I started dreaming about it, and each time I woke up I had to go back in the shower. It felt as if his hands had been touching me again and I couldn't rest until I'd washed every trace of him off me."

"I do understand, Julian," said Garak, his heart going out to the young doctor. "Will you let me try?" Hesitantly Julian nodded and the tailor released his hands, pulling him back into a loose embrace. Very gently he brushed his lips against the doctor's cheek, then his forehead and his fluttering eyelids before slowly moving to kiss his mouth. Garak felt him tense and kept the pressure of his lips light, non-threatening. Eventually he was rewarded by a slight, instinctive response and carefully deepened the kiss.

The gesture seemed to release something in Julian and his arms swiftly encircled the tailor, pulling him into a fierce hug. At the same time he began to return Garak's kiss with a desperate passion. The suddenness of his arousal startled the Cardassian, but he readily followed Julian's lead. He was relieved that the doctor had finally dropped his guard and willing to do whatever the younger man asked of him.

To Julian it felt as if a shadow had been lifted from him. Garak still wanted him, still loved him - the tailor's responses left him in no doubt of that - and his own body warmed in its turn. What he had felt when Dukat touched him still sickened the doctor, but Garak's caresses were so different that he no longer felt the urge to retreat from them. His own desires, which had so horrified him when awakened by Dukat, seemed perfectly natural again now that they were directed at Garak. The tailor cared about him, and in his arms sex was something to be enjoyed, not simply endured.

With a new-found eagerness Julian began to undress Garak. His fingers pulled open the tailor's shirt and slid it from his shoulders. He trailed a hand across the leathery, grey skin of the Cardassian's broad chest and down to his taut stomach, finally pausing to unfasten his trousers. To his surprise he felt the tailor flinch as he bent to remove them. He glanced up, wondering at Garak's reticence and saw a dark flush colouring his cheeks.

"Elim?" His questioning tone only provoked a guilty look from the tailor and Julian returned his attention to undressing him. Nevertheless he was frankly curious about the Cardassian's strange reaction. Unexpectedly Garak's hand came down lightly on his shoulder and he looked up once more.

"Please don't do that, Julian," murmured the tailor, "there's something I have to tell you first."

"I don't understand," said the doctor, confused. He stood up, meeting Garak's hesitant blue gaze. The tailor regarded Julian uncomfortably, unsure how to phrase what he wanted to tell him. To delay the moment a little longer he took hold of the doctor's hand and led him across to the bed. Julian settled himself, leaning back against the pillows, Garak at his side, and waited for the Cardassian to continue.

"Julian, you know that I watched Dukat's recording, don't you?" he said at last. Julian's expression darkened.

"Yes, you already told me that, Elim, what..." Garak held up a hand, silencing him.

"There's something you need to know," continued the tailor slowly, "something that happened. I..." Garak's voice faltered and Julian looked at him in concern, his own fears momentarily forgotten. He reached out, laying his hand reassuringly against the tailor's smooth, grey cheek.

"Please tell me, Elim, what is it?" said the doctor softly. Garak looked at him helplessly.

"I couldn't stop myself," he admitted painfully. "When Dukat took you... I just couldn't help it. You looked so beautiful, so helpless and fragile... and when he made you come..." Garak's voice trailed off in embarrassment, but he had said enough for Julian to understand what he was trying so hard to admit.

"When you saw what Dukat did to me you got turned on by it," he said disbelievingly. Oh God!

"Yes!" cried Garak in shame. "I didn't want to believe it was happening, but I got so hard, and in the end I just had to touch myself. Even though I couldn't bear to see what Dukat was doing to you I still made myself come. Julian, I'm sorry."

Abruptly Julian realised that was why the tailor hadn't wanted him to remove his trousers. Garak had been afraid of him finding the revealing traces of his self-gratification. The doctor met the tailor's troubled gaze steadily. Garak looked so ashamed that Julian's heart went out to him. His initial reaction had been one of shock and disgust, but he knew that was unfair. He could all too easily understand what had happened to the tailor. After all, his own responses to Dukat had been every bit as intense - and equally unwanted.

Julian removed his hand from Garak's cheek and saw the misery in the tailor's clear blue eyes at his withdrawal. Still without speaking the doctor turned his attention back to Garak's remaining clothing. Quickly he pulled the trousers and underclothes from the Cardassian's unresisting body. The leathery, grey skin of his belly was coated with his dried ejaculate, making it feel slightly rough under the doctor's fingers. Julian felt Garak's stomach muscles trembling with tension as he gently ran his hand over them and down to his quiescent sex, which he began to stroke lightly.

"Oh, Elim," he sighed, "you didn't have to be ashamed of this. I understand only too well."

"But you were being hurt and I was taking pleasure from it," protested Garak.

"No you weren't," Julian demurred. "You were coping with what you saw in the best way you knew how. I can't blame you for that." Garak would have objected further, but Julian placed his fingers softly against his lips, silencing him.

Slowly Garak felt himself begin to respond to the doctor's delicate caresses. Despite Julian's assurances he was still ashamed of his actions, but gradually he started to relax - what was happening now was more important. Impulsively he reached for the doctor, pulling him down on top of him and easing the blue robe from his lithe body. He heard the younger man's contented sigh and felt a deep warmth steal through him as he understood that this time Julian was not going to withdraw from him. Dukat's efforts had been in vain - what he and Julian shared was too strong to be torn apart by a single act of jealous cruelty.

Garak tightened his arms around the doctor, drawing his slender frame close. He could feel Julian's sex growing firmer, pressing against his groin. The delicious sensation drew a despairing moan from him. The younger man rubbed his stubbled cheek lightly against the Cardassian's smooth one, nuzzling against him affectionately. With studied languor Julian nibbled at Garak's eyeridges, probing the most sensitive spots until the tailor writhed helplessly under him.

When the doctor's skilled mouth finally withdrew Garak was breathing hard and his erection throbbed painfully. Sensing the tailor's need Julian slid down until his mouth encountered the Cardassian's pulsing sex. Carefully he traced its contours with long, sensual strokes of his tongue. With agonising slowness he licked a trail along the shaft to the head, concentrating his attentions there lovingly. Garak arched his back, nearly overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensations elicited by the doctor's actions. Unperturbed Julian continued his leisurely exploration, enjoying the tailor's uninhibited responses. When it became apparent that Garak was on the verge of losing control the doctor closed his mouth over the Cardassian's burning erection. He exploded into orgasm almost immediately, his whole body trembling with the force of his release.

When Garak was capable of rational thought again he looked up to find Julian sitting watching him, a look of tender indulgence on his face. The tailor met his eyes and smiled ruefully.

"Ah, Julian, I came here to see to your needs," he said with a sigh, "and here am I imposing on you to indulge mine."

"I don't begrudge you your pleasure, Elim," the doctor chided him gently. "Besides which, I enjoyed it too." Julian leaned forward, kissing Garak warmly, and the tailor drew him down to lie at his side. As the doctor settled himself more comfortably Garak reached for his still unsatisfied erection. Relaxed and contented, he was quite unprepared for Julian's sudden and violent withdrawal. He sat up, shocked, as the doctor propelled himself rapidly off the bed, backing up against the wall.

"Julian, what is it? What happened?" he asked, watching in concern as the younger man shivered uncontrollably.

"I - I'm sorry," he stammered out at last, his voice tinged with desperation. "It happened again, Elim. When you touched me like that I - for a moment it wasn't you... It was like Dukat touching me again. That was how he made me come. Oh God, Elim, I'm so sorry. This just isn't fair on you."

"Hush, Julian," soothed Garak. Carefully he eased himself off the bed and approached the terrified young man. "Tell me what I can do. What will make you feel better?"

"I don't know," said the doctor helplessly, his dark, velvet eyes filling with tears. "All I do know is that when I feel as if I'm in control it's alright, but when I didn't know what you were going to do I panicked." Garak regarded him thoughtfully, an idea forming in his mind.

"I understand," he said slowly, "and I have an idea that might help. Do you trust me, Julian?"

"Yes, of course I do, Elim," the doctor looked at him askance. "The problem is with me, not you. What do you have in mind?"

"It seems you need to relearn how to give up control to someone else without fear. Well, you say you trust me, so I want you to let me take control completely," said Garak gently. "I promise I won't do anything to hurt you and I'll tell you exactly what I'm going to do, but you have to do everything I ask." Julian's eyes widened fearfully, but at last he nodded.

"I'm not sure if I can, but I'll try, Elim," he whispered. "What do you want me to do?" Garak held out a hand to Julian and he took it trustingly. The doctor's fingers felt like ice in his grasp.

"Come with me," said the tailor, smiling reassuringly at the younger man. He led Julian towards the bathroom, pausing only to retrieve the jar of lubricant he knew the doctor kept in a drawer by his bed. "Now, you said the shower made you feel better, so I think we should take one together," continued Garak, trying to keep his voice bright and encouraging. Inside he was crying at the injustice of what Julian was suffering, all because of Dukat's antipathy towards himself.

Garak released the doctor's hand and busied himself setting the water running until its temperature suited him. Julian watched him avidly; he wanted the tailor's idea to work. He hated the hurt he saw in Garak's eyes when he pulled away from him. He knew the tailor didn't blame him, but it couldn't be easy for him, not knowing whether his advances would be welcomed or rejected. The rational part of Julian's mind told him that this was Garak, not Dukat, and that it was quite safe for him to respond, but for now his subconscious fears were too compelling to allow him to react as he wished to.

"Thank you for doing this, Elim," he said softly to break the suddenly oppressive silence. "I know this isn't any easier for you than it is for me."

"Think nothing of it, my dear Julian," replied Garak lightly. "Now, into the shower with you." He shooed the doctor into the small cubicle as he would a recalcitrant child. Julian obeyed unhesitatingly and waited for Garak to join him. The sensation of the warm water flowing over him was soothing and he sighed slightly. The tailor took that as his cue. "I'm going to join you now; don't be alarmed."

As good as his word the Cardassian stepped into the cubicle. There was only just enough room for both men and Garak's body brushed against Julian's as he moved in behind him. The tailor stilled, not wanting to alarm the doctor, but Julian glanced over his shoulder with a slight smile.

"It's alright, Elim," he assured him. "I'm okay so far. What do you want me to do?"

"I just want you to relax, Julian," Garak instructed him. "In a moment I'm going to touch you. If you want me to stop just tell me and I will." Julian nodded his agreement and the tailor placed his hands carefully on the doctor's shoulders. Slowly he began to massage the tension from him, his fingers working firmly at the taut muscles of Julian's neck. As the younger man made no protest Garak started to work his way down his back, kneading the smooth, glistening flesh with his strong, capable hands.

The warmth of the water as it cascaded down on him and the relaxing massage conspired to help Julian unwind. A small sound of pleasure escaped his throat and a delightful lethargy began to steal over him. His head lolled back against Garak's shoulder, the leathery, reptilian skin slick with moisture, and he felt the tailor's warm breath tickling his cheek.

"Julian, I'm going to stop massaging now," whispered Garak. "I want to try something a little more - intimate. Are you ready for that?"

"Mmmmmm, yes..." agreed the doctor dreamily. Garak slid one hand down, gently caressing the silky soft skin of Julian's backside. With the other hand he reached around to tease at each of his nipples in turn. The doctor gasped as the new and intense sensations played across his nerve endings. He moaned even louder as Garak's lips trailed soft kisses along the graceful curve of his neck.

Garak could feel himself becoming steadily more aroused as Julian's pleasure grew. He was well aware that, within the close confines of the shower cubicle, it was only a matter of time before the doctor became aware of his heightened state.

"Julian..." The tailor decided that honesty was the best policy given the circumstances. "I really want to be inside you..." He felt the doctor stir, turning until he could look through the curtain of falling water into the Cardassian's guileless eyes.

"I know, Elim. I trust you..." said Julian softly. Garak retrieved the small jar of lubricant and offered it to the doctor.

"Here, use as much of this as you want on me," he said simply. "I don't want to hurt you at all." Julian accepted the jar and carefully set to work spreading the cool gel along the length of the tailor's erect sex. His touch was light and sensual and Garak couldn't contain the sigh of pleasure it elicited. The sound brought a genuine smile to the doctor's lips as he handed the jar of lubricant back to the tailor.

As Garak laid his hands on him again, Julian turned obediently away from him. He braced himself against the wall of the cubicle and concentrated on the comforting warmth of the water as it washed over him. He felt Garak's erection press firmly against him and breathed deeply to control his incipient panic. Faintly Julian heard the tailor murmuring indistinct words of reassurance and love and then he was entering him.

A part of Julian tensed in expectation of pain, a bruising invasion, which didn't come. Instead he felt the familiar, satisfying sensation of the tailor's hot, pulsing erection stretching and filling him. He almost wept with relief as the immediate and vital presence of Garak surrounded him with joy, finally enabling him to blot out the nightmarish memory of Dukat.

Delighted with the rediscovered pleasure of holding Garak inside him, Julian thrust back firmly with his hips. The sudden, sinuous movement caught the tailor unawares.

"Julian?" he exclaimed, startled.

"I'm fine, Elim," the doctor assured him, his voice relieved. "Oh God, what am I talking about - I'm much better than fine!" He began to rock his hips rhythmically back and forth, drawing a low purr of contentment from Garak. The tailor encircled Julian's waist with his arms, clasping the younger man tightly to his broad chest as he thrust firmly in time with his movements. As it became obvious that the doctor no longer had any desire to flee from him Garak reached down to caress his eager sex. Julian cried aloud at his touch, craving release.

Garak knew he could no longer hold off his own climax and surrendered to the intense sensations sweeping through him. His delight was compounded by the knowledge that Julian was enjoying this moment every bit as much as he was. He laid his cheek against the doctor's smooth shoulder as the tremors ran their course. The young man's distinctively musky scent, seemingly intensified by the heat and moistness of his skin, intoxicated him and he breathed it in deeply as he slowly recovered his wits.

Julian's erection still throbbed achingly and Garak spun the doctor round to face him. Sinking to his knees the tailor skilfully employed his tongue and hands until Julian was writhing in ecstasy. His fingers clutched convulsively at Garak's thick black hair, tangling in its wetly shining fall. The tailor could sense how close Julian was to his peak and he redoubled his efforts, encouraging him to finally relinquish control with his firm, sensual strokes.

He was soon rewarded as Julian came with a desperate moan. The doctor's hips thrust wildly as his creamy ejaculate spilled over Garak's hands. His trembling went on for a long time as the tailor continued caressing him affectionately, triggering a succession of aftershocks. Finally his body went limp and Garak supported him tenderly as the younger man sank down beside him. For a long moment both men sat unmoving, each revelling in the closeness of the other, as the flow of hot water from the shower cascaded over them.

Finally the tailor stirred, lovingly smoothing the disordered, dark curls, glistening with droplets of moisture, back from Julian's forehead. At the gentle touch the doctor smiled beatifically. He captured one of Garak's hands in his own, bringing it to his lips. Keeping his gaze locked with the tailor's he softly kissed the palm and then each fingertip in turn, savouring his own scent and taste on the Cardassian's damp skin. Garak swallowed hard as the deliberately provocative gesture sent his senses spinning dizzily.

"Thank you, Elim," murmured Julian contentedly. Garak's lips curved in a warm smile as the doctor's tongue continued to toy with his fingers.

"And thank you, my darling Julian," he returned with feeling. "But now might I suggest we find ourselves somewhere more comfortable, and more spacious, to continue this - discussion." The doctor nodded his approval and released Garak's hand, allowing him to help him from the shower. Julian shivered as the water rapidly cooled on his body, but in moments the tailor had him swathed in a large soft towel. He padded back into the main room of his quarters in search of a hot, soothing mug of Tarkalean tea.

Garak looked after him consideringly. The doctor seemed himself again and the tailor hoped he truly had come to terms with his painful experience. But what if Dukat were to try and attack him again? Garak had little doubt that Dukat would continue to wage his campaign against him. The old enmity had flared now into open hostility. It didn't seem likely that he would back down, unless he could be - persuaded that it was in his best interests to do so. A sudden notion occured to the tailor. Perhaps there was a way to dissuade Dukat. Maybe by taking a leaf out of his book Garak could ensure that he and Julian were left in peace. A grim smile twisted the tailor's lips as he grabbed a towel for himself and headed after the doctor.

A TASTE FOR VENGEANCE - Part Four ---------------------------------

Garak walked back into the main room of Julian's quarters, pausing briefly to secure the towel around his waist. He looked around for the doctor and found him reclining contentedly on the couch, a steaming mug of Tarkalean tea cradled in his hands. He was staring abstractedly into the depths of the clear liquid, but at the tailor's approach he looked up, smiling. With feline grace the doctor shifted his position, making room for him to sit down. Garak accepted the seat and Julian stretched out lazily once more with his head resting in the Cardassian's lap. He looked up into Garak's face and frowned as he noticed his preoccupied expression.

"Elim, is there something wrong?" he asked anxiously."Everything is alright now, isn't it?"

"What? Oh - no, nothing is wrong, Julian." The tailor dragged himself out of his reverie, hurrying to allay the younger man's sudden concern. "I was simply considering an idea that occured to me." Garak glanced down at the doctor, a warm smile lighting his face. "I think I may know a way to ensure that Dukat never troubles us again." Julian's eyes widened in surprise.

"How?" he asked, his voice barely more than a whisper.

"It seems to me that if I were to give Dukat what he wants he would have no further cause to harass either of us," said Garak calmly. He raised a hand, forestalling the doctor's interruption. "However, I also seem to recall an old saying that goes something like - 'be careful what you wish for, you might just get it'," he concluded cryptically.

"I don't understand," said Julian, struggling back into a sitting position and almost spilling his tea in the process. He set the mug aside and regarded the tailor quizzically. "I thought what Dukat wanted was to kill you, but I can't believe you're suggesting..."

"My dear Julian, I have no intention of commiting suicide I assure you," interrupted Garak hurriedly. "No, I think that Dukat would be prepared to settle for an opportunity to hurt and humiliate me."

"I'm sorry, but this still doesn't make sense to me," protested Julian, shaking his head in confusion. "What exactly is it that you propose?"

"I intend to invite Dukat to my quarters. If I tell him that, in the light of recent events, I wish to resolve the issues between us for once and for all I believe he'll agree to meet me," said Garak with a faint smile. "Then, in return for his agreement to leave both of us in peace in the future, I will place myself at his disposal for a mutually acceptable period of time."

"What do you mean,'at his disposal'?" queried the doctor anxiously.

"I will willingly submit to whatever humiliation he cares to mete out for that time," said Garak with a slight shrug of his broad shoulders. "Instead of him using you to hurt me he can work out at least some of his anger..."

"Elim, what on Earth are you saying?" cried Julian, totally horrified by what he was hearing. His velvet brown eyes widened with shock as he stared at Garak disbelievingly. "He'll just kill you - and even if he doesn't who knows what harm he'll do to you."

"Dukat wouldn't be so foolish as to try and kill me," said the tailor soothingly, apparently quite unperturbed by the doctor's reaction, "not here on DS9. He would know perfectly well that if anything should happen to me you would go straight to Constable Odo. All you would have to do is tell him everything that has transpired recently and it would be quite obvious Dukat was to blame. No, he will doubtless attempt to cause me as much hurt and humiliation as possible, but nothing more than that. Besides, you haven't heard the rest of what I propose yet, Julian."

"I'm not sure that I want to. It's just too much of a risk, Elim, and I really don't see what's to stop him still coming back for more," insisted Julian miserably, shaking his head. He stretched out a hand, his long, slender fingers absently caressing the Cardassian's, smooth grey cheek. "What makes you so sure he will go along with your idea anyway?"

"I've known Dukat a long time, Julian," said Garak with a sigh. He reached up, catching hold of the doctor's hand in his own and bringing it to his lips. He kissed the soft fingertips gently before continuing. "I know how his mind works. He won't be able to resist an opportunity to have me literally at his mercy while I beg him to leave you alone and do whatever he wants to me instead. I'm quite sure my pride can withstand a few minor dents in such a good cause. So don't worry on my account. In any event, his revenge will prove to be a double edged sword."

"Yes, what is this other proposal of yours?" asked Julian, curious in spite of himself. He searched the tailor's face, trying to gauge what was going on behind those brilliant blue eyes.

"I plan to take a leaf out of Dukat's own book," replied Garak equably. "I shall record the entire encounter. I believe it will be possible, with a little judicious manipulation, to make it appear that we are not enemies, but friends - more than friends even. You know of course that Cardassian relationships are generally initiated by means of antagonistic and aggressive behaviour. Such a recording, shown in certain quarters, would prove - embarrassing at the least to Dukat."

Julian's face had gone pale at the first mention of recording the meeting, as the suggestion once again recalled his own unpleasant experience with Dukat and the data clip still lying on his desk. He shuddered and pulled his fingers abruptly from Garak's lax grip.

"You mean you're going to blackmail him into leaving us alone by threatening to show the recording to the Cardassian Central Command, don't you," said Julian, looking faintly nauseous.

"Blackmail is such an ugly word, isn't it?" Garak demurred. "I'm simply suggesting that the existence of such a recording would give Dukat the necessary incentive to be co-operative. Julian, surely you realise by now that Dukat has no scruples about resorting to such means."

"And does that mean that we shouldn't either?" retorted Julian miserably. Garak reached out, drawing the doctor into a reassuring embrace and wondering as he did so if perhaps the young man wasn't justified in his misgivings, and the whole idea as insane as it sounded on reflection.

"My dear Julian, I assure you there's nothing to worry about," said the tailor at last as he gently stroked the doctor's damp hair. "I can understand your reluctance..."

"No, Elim, I'm not sure that you do. After everything that's happened you calmly announce that you're intending to present yourself to Dukat and allow him to use you however he wants and then expect me not to worry!" Julian's voice held a note of hysteria. "Elim, what do you think I am? How could I not worry about you? No, this whole idea is just too ridiculous - too dangerous. There has to be some better way of keeping him away from us. And if it means I have to tell Odo or the Commander about what Dukat did to me, well so be it. But I absolutely forbid you to go through with this." Julian raised his head from where it lay against against the Cardassian's broad chest and his expression was determined as he faced the tailor, liquid brown eyes staring steadily into clear blue.

"Julian," protested Garak in exasperation, "this is the best way I can think of to make Dukat leave us alone. His ambition won't..."

"No!" said Julian adamantly. "If you have any regard for my feelings at all you'll forget this whole ludicrous idea right now." He continued glaring fiercely back at the Cardassian as if daring him to disagree. At length the tailor sighed deeply and bowed his head in acquiescence.

"Very well, if you insist," he agreed reluctantly. Julian's relief was clearly evident and he hugged the Cardassian warmly. Garak, however, was glad that the doctor couldn't read his mind at that moment. Much as he hated the thought of deceiving Julian he couldn't help but feel that his proposal offered a uniquely Cardassian solution to the problem posed by Dukat. He closed his eyes as the doctor nibbled affectionately at his neck ridges, trying to take the sting out of his fierce opposition to Garak's suggestion. Even as the tailor allowed his body to succumb to Julian's seductive ministrations his mind resolved to put his plan into practice at the earliest possible opportunity.

The following morning Garak sat restlessly at the desk in his shop, staring at his terminal with unseeing eyes. It was done. He had composed and sent his message to Dukat asking for a meeting and now all he could do was wait as patiently as his nerves would allow for a reply. If he were to be honest with himself, he would have to admit that, deep in his heart, he was no longer sure if he wanted that response to be in the affirmative or the negative. He sighed; it was out of his hands now.

Garak turned his mind to more pleasant contemplation. His shop had remained closed for the whole of the previous day while he spent the time with Julian. Once he had helped the doctor to overcome his initial fears in the wake of his rough handling by Dukat it had been a most enjoyably diverting day... The tailor felt his body start to warm and stir deliciously at the pleasurable memories and hurriedly set them aside as too distracting - after all a customer might walk in at any time!

The only thing that served to mar Garak's recollection of his stolen day with Julian was their disagreement over his plan to entrap Dukat. The doctor had been so set against the idea - and he had assured him that he wouldn't go through with it. The Cardassian found he didn't like deceiving Julian one little bit. He trusted him...

The terminal in front of him beeped insistently, startling Garak out of his reverie. A message indicator flashed on the screen and he quickly accessed it. It was Dukat's reply. The words burned themselves into his vision. "Your proposal intrigues me, tailor. I will meet you as you request, 1900 hours, tonight."

With a decisive gesture Garak deleted the message and swiftly got to his feet. The stage had been set and the success or failure of this venture was down to him now. His skilled mind raced; he had preparations to make and he needed to find a plausible excuse for not seeing Julian this evening. He sighed again at the sharp stab from his conscience occasioned by the necessity for this deceit. Then he hurried out of the shop, closing it up once more behind him.

1900 hours and the door chime sounded. Garak felt his heart pounding, startled to discover just how apprehensive he was about the coming encounter.

"Come," he called out, his finger pressing the button which released the lock on his door and, at the same time, started the recording device the tailor had set up. It was as well concealed as he knew how to make it - with anyone other than a fellow Cardassian he would have been certain that was good enough.

The door swooshed open and Dukat strode in, as imposing as ever. He looked around him imperiously, taking in every detail of the single room which now constituted Garak's home.

"What charming quarters you have here, Garak," he observed sardonically, his eyes coming at last to rest on the solid figure of the tailor.

"They serve my needs well enough," countered Garak, ignoring the heavy sarcasm. "Now, can I offer you some refreshment? A drink perhaps?"

"Such a gracious host," beamed Dukat insincerely. "I think I should like a redleaf tea, if you please." Garak moved to the replicator, using the simple, familiar action of ordering the drink to steady himself. Dukat was a dangerous opponent; he needed all his wits about him. The tailor was far more collected by the time he handed over the mug of tea to Dukat and motioned him to take a seat. Carefully he took a chair opposite his nemesis and regarded him steadily.

"I think you know why I asked you to come here," Garak began at last.

"As I recall, tailor, you said that you wished to resolve certain issues between us." A faint hint of amusement glittered in Dukat's pale, clever eyes. "However, something tells me that you may have a rather more personal reason for this summons." Garak's eyes widened perceptibly. Did Dukat know what he had planned? How could he?

"I'm not sure I understand what you're implying, Dukat," he said finally. "My reason for asking you here is exactly as I said. This endless cycle of revenge upon revenge has gone on long enough. I want an end to it and I intend to offer a solution..."

"Ah, Garak, you really are losing your touch," sighed Dukat theatrically. "Back on Cardassia your motives would never have been so painfully transparent."

"I'm sorry. What are you suggesting?" asked Garak, genuinely startled.

"This isn't about past history, Garak, and you know it," replied Dukat disdainfully. "This is about my - encounter with Doctor Bashir."

"Perhaps it is," admitted Garak somewhat unwillingly, "but the fact remains that that was just another skirmish in a war that has been going on for too long. Also, it seems to me that your attacks now are always directed against those who have done nothing to harm you and not against the person you claim to be trying to punish - me."

Dukat regarded Garak with renewed interest. The tailor was on edge, there was no doubt of that, but for once in his life he actually sounded sincere! You really are going soft, tailor, thought Dukat viciously. These years spent amongst Bajorans and humans have blunted your instincts.

"What is it that you propose then, Garak?" he continued out loud.

"You have always said that you wanted to punish me for what happened to your father," said Garak softly. "I'm offering you the chance to do just that, here and now." This time it was Dukat's turn to evince surprise. He sat forward, his intense gaze seeming to transfix the tailor.

"What would you have me do?" There was no mistaking the anticipation in Dukat as he stared intently at Garak who sat perfectly still, apparently calm, only his eyes giving any hint of the turmoil within.

"Whatever you wish," said the tailor dispassionately. "I will let you do whatever you want - to me. I am the one your quarrel is with, no one else. Of course, I should prefer it if you would stop short of killing me..." Just a trace of Garak's dry humour surfaced in the semi-serious comment and he continued to meet Dukat's burning gaze steadily.

"I believe that would be acceptable to me," agreed Dukat coolly. Garak is prepared to place himself entirely in my hands! he exulted inwardly. How are the mighty fallen! You're a fool, tailor, but I shall enjoy revenging myself on your body... His train of thought was disturbed by Garak's quiet voice.

"There is just one condition," he said firmly.

"And that is...?" enquired Dukat haughtily. I should have known there would be strings attached - you don't have the courage to place yourself truly in my hands!

"If I am to submit to you I require your word that you will leave Doctor Bashir alone in future," Garak's tone was deadly serious and Dukat raised his eyeridges derisively at the tailor's proviso.

"So, you're still championing the good doctor then, Garak?" he observed with undisguised amusement.

"What you did to Doctor Bashir was both cruel and quite unnecessary. You have no quarrel with him," said Garak icily.

"I think you're forgetting that the doctor was responsible for my deportation from Risa, Garak," Dukat pointed out.

"Nonsense!" snapped the tailor with asperity. "Your deportation was due to your own stupidity, but then you always were accomplished at blaming others for your own mistakes." The two Cardassians glared at one another for a long moment until Dukat looked away with a studied shrug, dispelling the tension. A strategic withdrawal, but he knew exactly how to regain the upper hand and get right back under Garak's skin!

"What I chose to do to your precious doctor might, in your opinion, have been unnecessary, Garak, but there is no denying it was - a surprisingly enjoyable experience." Dukat's air of smug self-satisfaction infuriated the tailor, as he had known that it would.

"Not for him, Dukat!" Garak's anger flared once more despite his intention of remaining calm and not allowing Dukat to provoke him.

"I'm sorry, but I was under the distinct impression that Doctor Bashir enjoyed my attentions." Dukat feigned surprise. "Are you sure you watched my little recording properly, Garak? Or do you just not want to admit to the truth? Humans really are surprisingly responsive, aren't they? So much easier to arouse to passion than a Cardassian, don't you think? I'm sure the subject would make for a fascinating study." Dukat rose from his seat and approached Garak, eyeing him with barely concealed amusement. "Does the good doctor arouse your passions, tailor? Or do you yearn for the touch of one of your own kind perhaps...?"

Dukat leaned down until his face was mere inches from Garak's own. All at once a rather different form of revenge had suggested itself to him. In the light of recent events it should prove equally humiliating for the tailor and perhaps even momentarily diverting for himself. A predatory smile twisted his lips.

"Shall we find out?" he enquired lazily. Garak's eyes widened in shock. Was Dukat seriously suggesting what he thought he was suggesting? Dear God, anything but that! And yet if that was what Dukat had in mind he had no choice but to submit or his plan would be in ruins. The thought suddenly occurred to him that Julian had been right. This had been a ludicrous idea, and was becoming more so by the minute! Incongruously Garak found himself remembering an old human saying the doctor had once quoted to him, something about spilt milk; it seemed somehow appropriate to the situation. He had chosen to go ahead with this idea in spite of Julian's misgivings and now he would have to pay for his foolishness, but not at all in the way the doctor had feared. Garak sighed and got to his feet, forcing Dukat to draw back.

"What do you want of me, Dukat?" he asked, feigning ignorance.

"Oh don't play the innocent with me, Garak! It doesn't suit you," snapped Dukat, eyes glittering dangerously. "You offered to submit to me - to do whatever I wished you to do. Well then, this is my choice. Remove your clothes."

"I beg your pardon?" The suddenness of the request startled Garak.

"I said remove your clothes, tailor. It's a perfectly simple request," repeated Dukat impatiently.

"Why this, Dukat?" asked the tailor, trying to postpone the inevitable for as long as possible. Dukat laughed harshly.

"You really don't want this, do you, Garak? Somehow that makes it seem even more fitting. A straightforward beating would be nothing to you, but this..." he observed shrewdly. "As to why - well, I've tasted the delights Doctor Bashir has to offer and now I'm curious to know what it is about you that a human would find so fascinating."

"Dukat..."

"Never forget, tailor, this was all your idea," said Dukat implacably. "Oh, I'm sure you thought I'd simply beat you senseless, but frankly I find this far more - entertaining. Now, are you going to do as I ask or have you reconsidered your offer? If you have, well, I really did enjoy Doctor Bashir's company..."

"No!" Real anger flashed in Garak's brilliant blue eyes.

"Ah, so you do still have some spirit left in you, despite your long exile." An expression of anticipatory pleasure informed Dukat's features. "Good..."

"I won't allow you to hurt Ju-Doctor Bashir again," said Garak with steely resolve. "If this is what is required to ensure you leave him alone then so be it. But you won't find me quite so easy to intimidate as he was."

"We shall see..." Dukat regarded Garak impatiently. "Now, your clothes, tailor, I don't like to be kept waiting."

Garak's smouldering anger had carried him through up to this moment. Now it took every ounce of self control he possessed to calmly raise his hands to the fastenings of his clothes. Unbidden the memory of his perverse reaction to watching Dukat calculatedly taking Julian rose into his mind. Soon that magnificent body would be pressed close to his own... At the errant thought Garak felt the first stirrings of arousal tingling through his body. Dear God, no! his mind screamed at him silently. Not again!

Slowly, and with even greater reluctance than before, the tailor undressed, discarding the stylish garments on the floor. He was acutely aware of Dukat's eyes fixed on him, drinking in every detail as each new expanse of ornamented, leathery skin was revealed. At last he stood before Dukat his solidly muscled body completely naked. He raised his head defiantly and waited in silence.

Like a hunting cat Dukat circled Garak slowly, his predatory movements hinting at his contained strength. His heated gaze swept the tailor from head to toe, missing nothing, especially not his burgeoning erection. His eyes lingered on Garak's groin a moment longer before moving up to study the tailor's resolutely impassive face.

"Impressive," conceded Dukat. He paused just a moment then turned away and returned to his chair. He sat down and regarded Garak thoughtfully over his steepled hands. "Very well, tailor, you may pleasure yourself."

"I'm sorry. I don't understand..." Garak took an involuntary step towards the other man, thoroughly disconcerted. Dukat shrugged dismissively.

"It seems clear enough to me," he said offhandedly. "I require you to pleasure yourself for my entertainment. Feel free to think about Doctor Bashir's delightful young body while you do so - if you find you need some incentive." His pale eyes caught and held Garak's and the vicious amusement in them was unmistakable. "The sooner you begin the sooner it will be over," he observed sardonically. "I hope you intend to put on a good show for me, Garak. I do so hate to be disappointed..."

There was no alternative but to comply. Fighting down a faint feeling of nausea at the indignity of it all Garak lowered his hands, clasping his swelling erection firmly and beginning to caress it with slow, steady strokes. It had been so easy to do this before, watching as Dukat thrust repeatedly, carelessly into Julian's defenceless body...

Garak drew in a sharp breath, pushing the unwanted thought away. But as he did he became aware of Dukat once more, leaning forward eagerly in his seat and studying his reactions as if he were some mindless creature in a laboratory. The tailor closed his eyes, shutting out the unsettling sight. He couldn't do this while he could see Dukat sitting there and savouring every second of this humiliating display.

The tailor searched in his mind for a more pleasant memory. Julian... A faint smile curved his lips all unknowingly as he called up images of the doctor's lithe body - long, slender limbs and smooth, golden skin slightly flushed and sheened with sweat... Garak could almost feel Julian's gentle hands and soft lips caressing his sex, moving in a steady rhythm until a wave of pleasure overwhelmed him.

A wordless cry escaped Garak's throat as he came. The sudden sensation of a damp, sticky warmth spilling over his hands brought him back to himself and his eyes flew open. Dukat was no longer in his chair, but before the tailor could turn to look for him he felt a movement behind him and a pair of cool, impersonal hands came to rest lightly on his broad shoulders.

"A most uninhibited display, tailor," came Dukat's voice, low and compelling, close by his ear. Garak could feel his breath hot against the nape of his neck. Glancing over his shoulder he found the other Cardassian was now as naked as he was himself - when had he undressed? Had he really been so intent on his own pleasure that he hadn't noticed? Once again the tailor felt a bolt of excitement stab through him as his body registered Dukat's nearness, the unmistakable scent of Cardassian arousal. He made as if to step away, but the grip on him tightened almost imperceptibly. With an effort Garak willed himself to relax slightly.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," he observed ironically. "Is that all you require of me?"

"Don't be a fool, tailor," snapped Dukat. "You know precisely what I want from you."

"Why don't you tell me?" said Garak, a harder edge suddenly evident in his voice.

"You're treading on dangerous ground, Garak," hissed Dukat.

"Perhaps," agreed the tailor with deceptive calm, "but can you deny that you want me?" He looked around again, his blue eyes glittering with an unexpected trace of amusement. Just who was controlling whom here? A look of anger flashed across Dukat's face, but he made no move to release Garak. "I thought not," concluded the tailor sagely.

Garak was unprepared for the sudden, violent thrust which propelled him across the room, fetching up against the wall. Dukat pressed close behind him.

"You push me too far..." he spat out savagely. To his surprise laughter greeted this statement. "What do you find so amusing, tailor?"

"Why you, Dukat!" said Garak brightly. "All this blustering just to persuade me that you don't desire me - your words would carry a great deal more conviction if your erection were a little less obtrusive, don't you think?"

The tailor's pronouncement was greeted with stunned silence and Garak found he was holding his breath in anticipation of Dukat's response. For a long moment nothing happened, then Dukat's strong, capable hands snaked around his waist. The agile fingers dabbled briefly in the moist stickiness at his groin and then withdrew. Almost immediately he felt a renewed touch on his buttocks and then Dukat's damp fingers were spreading him, probing him. Garak opened his mouth to protest the intrusion, but his words became a sharp gasp as Dukat suddenly thrust his pulsing erection firmly into him.

"Now who desires whom?" enquired Dukat venomously, pushing in harder until his smooth, leathery stomach rested flush against the tailor's strongly muscled backside.

"I believe the point is moot," replied Garak, breathing hard as arousal spread through him like wildfire. He had forgotten just how - stimulating a combative encounter with a Cardassian lover could be. The sensation was unexpectedly exhilarating and the tailor had the distinct impression that Dukat was equally caught up in the unanticipated pleasure of the moment - enmity temporarily set aside.

Garak braced himself with his hands against the wall and thrust back hard with his hips. The sharp movement drew a gratifyingly loud growl of satisfaction from Dukat. But retaliation was swift as Dukat grabbed for the tailor's resurgent erection, pumping it hard as he drove himself deeply into him. Vengefully Garak twisted his upper body until he could reach to sink sharp teeth into the ornamented ridge running down the side of his partner's neck. He was rewarded with a deep throated moan as the intense stimulation wreaked havoc on Dukat's senses.

I know your weak spots as surely as you know mine, he thought wryly. As Garak bit a second time his lust-filled blue eyes locked with Dukat's, seeing in their pale depths the grudging acknowledgement of that fact. Their grey-hued, muscular bodies writhed against one another with increasing abandon, quickly becoming slick with sweat. They were well matched, neither able to totally dominate the other, only to wrest a small victory here or there from their partner - Garak startling Dukat with an open mouthed kiss of exquisite viciousness; Dukat toying with Garak's hyper-sensitive nipples until he cried aloud in torment.

Blind instinct drove them to finally seek release. Garak arched his back, his head lolling against Dukat's shoulder as his climax overtook him. A desperate moan escaped his throat as he surrendered to the overpowering sensations. Dukat's fingers dug harshly into the tailor's tender flesh as he too slid over the brink into orgasm. He shuddered as the intense waves of pleasure rippled through him, spreading outward from his groin, and he emptied himself deep inside Garak's suddenly unresisting body.

As the warmth and the excitement slowly faded Garak slumped forward, his cheek pressed against the cool, slick surface of the wall. He felt Dukat withdraw and with an effort turned to face him.

"Do you have what you want from me?" he asked wearily, feeling suddenly completely drained.

"No, but it will serve - for now," replied Dukat with a harsh laugh.

"You will stay away from Doctor Bashir then," pressed the tailor anxiously.

"Perhaps..."

"I fulfilled my part of our bargain, Dukat!" protested Garak.

"Do you intend to go to Constable Odo and make a complaint against me then?" enquired Dukat with a smug smile. Garak's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Ah, Garak, you're too trusting... I always thought that you and I were alike, now I see that I was mistaken. It seems that all it takes to undermine your judgement is a beguiling face and a soft voice. You're a fool tailor!"

And you are a devious bastard, thought Garak savagely. But you and I are more alike than you think - and I will have the last laugh, Dukat. An enigmatic smile curved the tailor's lips as he regarded the other man. He saw the faint shadow of doubt cross Dukat's features as he tried to fathom the reason for his amusement. Garak simply watched him in silence.

Rattled by the tailor's calm acceptance of his duplicity Dukat swiftly snatched up his clothes and dressed. He strode across the room to the door, pausing briefly on the threshold to regard Garak once more with utmost suspicion. Then he was gone. With a long exhalation of breath Garak walked to his desk and stopped the recording. It was done - and soon Dukat would know exactly what had so amused him.

A TASTE FOR VENGEANCE - Part Five ---------------------------------

Julian paused on the threshold of Quark's bar, glancing back inside at the riotous crowd enjoying themselves drinking and playing dabo. He wondered what to do with himself. The game of darts and several rounds of synthale with Chief O'Brien had passed a few hours pleasantly enough, but now he found himself at a loose end. It was an uncomfortable feeling and one he hadn't suffered from in months now... He sighed deeply. He knew perfectly well that Garak had been neglecting his shop to spend more time with him of late so he could hardly complain about the Cardassian putting in a few extra hours this evening. And it was only one night. Nevertheless he missed the tailor's company.

A sudden smile crossed the doctor's face - perhaps Garak could use a little help with his stocktaking, or whatever it was that had demanded his attention. With renewed purpose Julian headed along the Promenade in the direction of the tailor's shop. When he arrived at its door he was surprised to find it locked and in darkness. It seemed that Garak had had less catching up to do than he anticipated.

Faintly irritated that the Cardassian hadn't thought to come and find him when he had finished working Julian turned his steps in the direction of the habitat ring. Garak must have returned to his quarters - he certainly hadn't been in Quark's - so he would go and find him there. Perhaps he would enjoy supper, a nightcap and an early night... Julian smiled again in spite of his earlier irritation. He was too fond of the tailor to be mad at him for long.

He reached Garak's quarters and pressed the door chime. Without waiting for a reply Julian casually thumbed the door release and stepped inside. As the door slid closed behind him he pulled up short, his affectionate greeting dying on his lips and an expression of shock etching itself on his face. Caught like a startled rabbit by the doctor's wide eyed stare Garak sat at his desk quite naked; his clothes lay discarded in an untidy heap on the floor close by. Julian looked slowly around the room, taking in every detail, his gaze finally coming to rest on the tailor's face. The look he saw there could only be described as guilty and the doctor felt as if his whole world had come crashing down about him.

"Elim, what...?" The rest of the words refused to come and Julian simply looked around him again in numb disbelief. There had to be some perfectly logical explanation for all this - didn't there? He forced himself to approach the Cardassian. As he did he noticed that Garak's hand was poised over the console on his desk though the screen was now dark. What had he been working on, the doctor wondered, that he didn't want him to see? As Julian moved close enough to the tailor to touch him an unmistakable scent rose to his nostrils. Another wave of shock swept over him; he had come to know that sharp, spicy smell very well in recent times. While Garak had claimed to be working late in his shop he had actually been entertaining another lover here in his quarters! "No!" The single, anguished word was dragged unwillingly from Julian's mouth.

He strode around the desk, a sudden suspicion assailing him. Garak watched him with the air of a man awaiting his imminent execution. The dead, empty look on the doctor's face pierced him to the heart, but he could hardly blame Julian for being so upset. The young man reached across the Cardassian, taking inordinate care not to touch him, and hit the terminal's playback control.

"Julian, please, don't do this..." begged Garak, but the doctor ignored him resolutely. He stared fixedly at the screen as the image resolved itself. Then, in stony silence, he watched as the tailor's encounter with Dukat unfolded before his eyes. His hands clenched futilely at his sides as he noted Garak's rapt expression as he pleasured himself uninhibitedly with Dukat looking on. But the recording could not give him the comfort of knowing where the tailor's thoughts had been directed as he brought himself to the peak. He saw, as Garak had not at the time, the look of predatory lust on Dukat's face as he discarded his uniform and approached the tailor, licking his lips in anticipation as he watched him shuddering with the intensity of his release.

Julian flinched momentarily at his own reawakened memories as he saw Dukat push the tailor hard against the wall. Perhaps he hadn't wanted this... But as Garak began to participate more actively and eagerly in his own ravishment the doctor's misery grew. He felt empty - no warm glow of arousal this time to comfort him - and a sense of alienation grew in him. How could he have hoped to truly satisfy Garak? Why had he been deluding himself for so long? They were too different. This was what the tailor had been craving - violent, uninhibited sexual combat... No wonder Garak had found the recording of Dukat raping him so stimulating.

Unremarked, bitter tears slid silently down Julian's cheeks. By the time the recorded sounds of Garak and Dukat's mutual satisfaction echoed in the otherwise silent room the doctor was shaking uncontrollably. With trembling fingers he ended the playback and turned blindly away. He could scarcely begin to comprehend the magnitude of Garak's deception and betrayal. The tailor had lied about this plan of his in every respect. Not only had he gone ahead with it, in spite of his promise, but he also hadn't submitted to Dukat - he'd made love to him passionately, as an equal. The tailor had even made excuses to avoid seeing him so his tryst would be undisturbed.

"Why didn't you tell me, Elim?" Julian's voice wavered as he forced the words past unwilling lips.

"I'm sorry, Julian." Garak yearned to reach out and pull the devastated young man into his arms, but a blind instinct warned him that his touch would be unwelcome. He stared miserably at the doctor's rigid back. How could he have hurt him so much? Hadn't he been trying to protect him from any more pain? "I knew you disagreed with this idea of mine so I..."

"It was all just an excuse, wasn't it?" Julian interrupted bitterly.

"I don't understand," cried Garak, perplexed. "An excuse for what?"

"You wanted Dukat. I should have realised sooner. When you told me what you did when you watched Dukat's recording I should have known then. It was him you wanted, that you reacted to, wasn't it - not me." Julian's shoulders shook as tears overwhelmed him again. "Oh God, I was such a fool. Did the two of you have a good laugh about me? Did you compare notes? I thought you really cared for me, Elim. How could you do this to me?"

Julian spun around, finally allowing Garak to see the anguished expression on his face. His eyes were swollen and his cheeks streaked with tears as he gazed accusingly at the Cardassian. Garak felt his throat constrict as he faced the painfully apparent consequences of his deception. It wasn't supposed to be like this, his mind protested, but all he could do was stare dumbly back at Julian, not knowing what to say in his defence. He had to admit that from the doctor's point of view the evidence was pretty damning. For that matter he couldn't deny that the sex with Dukat had been exciting and deeply satisfying. Yet, for all that, he wasn't sure that it was an experience he'd care to repeat. Julian on the other hand...

"Julian, please believe me, I don't want Dukat." Garak reached out towards the doctor imploringly, but the young man backed away from his outstretched hands. "You didn't see the whole of the recording. Let me show you - it isn't what you think. I was only doing this for you..."

"For me? What the hell do you mean - for me?" Julian flung the words at the tailor bitterly. "Am I supposed to be flattered that you can find a few minutes in your busy schedule for me in between performing for Dukat and who knows who else?" Somewhere deep inside a small, rational part of himself told Julian that he was being unreasonable - the angry words more a defence against his pain than a serious accusation - and he saw the unmistakable hurt in Garak's brilliant blue eyes at his tone. But the unavoidable fact remained that the tailor had lied to him and had willingly, even enthusiastically partnered Dukat. The doctor shuddered again at the intensity of the coupling he had witnessed. How could Garak claim he had been doing that for him?

"Julian, I admit I was wrong to go behind your back like this. I'm sorry I lied to you about where I'd be tonight. I believed - I still believe that this idea will work. When Dukat sees this recording he'll know how damaging to his reputation it could be if shown in the wrong quarter. Then he'll do as I ask and leave us in peace." Garak's anguish was evident in his voice as he tried desperately to find the right words to repair the harm which had been done to Julian's already fragile self-esteem. "I really didn't know this was what Dukat would ask of me. I thought he would beat me, that's all. Julian, when he asked me to touch myself - I could only do it by thinking of you, imagining you were in my arms... Don't you understand?"

"No - I don't understand. How can I?" Julian buried his face in his hands despairingly. "You're a Cardassian, how could I ever have imagined I could understand you? The only reason you ever wanted me was because there wasn't another Cardassian on the station and no one else would have you. That's the truth of the matter, isn't it?" The doctor's muffled voice shook as he continued. "I suppose I should be flattered that you at least found me attractive enough for that. Well, Dukat can give you what you really want - that much is obvious. I wish you joy of him."

"Julian, no..." Unable to restrain himself any longer Garak jumped to his feet, catching hold of the doctor and trying to pull him close. To his horror Julian fought his way free of the embrace, a look of utter terror in his dark eyes.

"Don't touch me!" cried the young man fearfully. "One rape is enough to last me a lifetime thank you! Please, don't come near me again." Garak flinched back as if he had been struck.

"Julian I would never force you to do anything against your will, believe me..." Painful tears suddenly burned their way down Garak's face as he finally realised the extent of the alienation between himself and the doctor.

"How can I believe anything you say to me now, Garak?" asked Julian with stiff formality. With an effort the tailor stifled the cry which rose to his lips at Julian's sudden reversion to the use of his family name. In a flash of bitter amusement it occured to Garak that in spite of everything he had done Dukat had won. And the truth of the matter was that it was all his doing - he had handed Dukat his victory.

"I'm sorry, Julian." It was all Garak could think of to say as he turned away, not wanting the doctor to see just how badly he was taking this.

Julian stood a moment longer, staring at the Cardassian's hunched figure. Then, feeling the tears welling up inside him again he headed quickly for the door. He wasn't sure who was most to blame in all this: Garak for lying to him and betraying him with Dukat perhaps; Dukat for exerting his baleful influence over both of them at every opportunity; or himself, for believing he could make a meaningful relationship with someone as alien to him as Garak. The door finally closed behind him and Julian stumbled blindly along the corridor to his own quarters. Once inside he flung himself face down onto the bed and allowed the tears to flow freely once more.

Why had this happened? Why had Garak sought out another lover in the first place? Julian could think of only one reason - he had never truly satisfied the tailor. The images he had seen danced mockingly in his head. The lust on the faces of both Dukat and Garak had been unmistakeable and the violent frenzy of their encounter, the doctor couldn't find it in him to think of it as lovemaking, left Julian shaken. How tame the gentle tenderness of his own touch must have seemed to Garak. Perhaps he should consider himself to have had a lucky escape. The tailor must always have been consciously restraining himself with him - what if he had truly lost control some time and really hurt him?

Julian knew he was simply seeking some kind of rationalisation - anything to keep the pain at bay. His relationship with Garak had become so important to him. He had loved the tailor - if he cared to be honest with himself he still did - and now his happiness had been snatched away from him. Not content with violating his body Dukat had tainted his feelings for Garak too. How could he ever trust him again after this? Dejectedly Julian rolled over onto his back, staring with unseeing eyes at the ceiling above him as all the "what ifs" and "whys" continued chasing themselves futilely around in his mind until, finally, he fell into an exhausted sleep.

Garak turned at the sound of the door swooshing closed. The doctor was gone. He wanted to scream aloud at the injustice of it all, but he knew he couldn't blame Julian for running from him. He was the one who had broken his word and then proceeded to rub salt in the wound by coupling passionately with the man who had so callously raped Julian. What in the name of all hells was the vulnerable young man supposed to think when he saw that recording?

Miserably Garak dropped into a chair, brushing ineffectually at his damp cheeks. For that matter what did he himself think about what had happened? Why did he still have this dangerous ambivalence towards Dukat? The man was his enemy; he wanted to destroy him. Despite what had happened between them Garak held no illusions that Dukat actually had any true feelings for him, and yet he found him exciting, arousing. His touch had awakened feelings in him that the tailor hadn't felt in a long time...

He was a Cardassian. It was as simple as that. He had been away from his own people for so long that any Cardassian would have ignited similar passions in him. Dukat's touch had somehow made his exile seem a little less absolute. It meant nothing more than that - did it? It was at any rate a more comfortable explanation than any other Garak cared to contemplate. And so, in indulging his feelings of homesickness, he had sacrificed the most important relationship he had - the one that made this exile at least marginally bearable. Julian's trust in him had been shattered - irrevocably it seemed. When Dukat found out he'd probably die laughing. Without even trying he'd succeeded in his aim of driving a wedge between Garak and the doctor.

No - Dukat mustn't learn of that. Garak would go ahead with his blackmail - Julian still had to be protected from Dukat's attentions. He simply had to maintain the fiction that all was well in his relationship with the doctor for a few more days and Dukat would be gone from the station. He wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing the loneliness he'd condemned him to.

Garak wandered aimlessly within the confines of his shop, adjusting and readjusting a display of dresses here, a rack of suits there. Then, for the umpteenth time that morning, he walked to the door and stared out across the Promenade in the direction of the Infirmary. As on all the previous occasions there was no sign of Doctor Bashir. Doubtless he was in his office, catching up on paperwork or talking to one of his patients...

The tailor sighed. What had he been expecting? To discover Julian, standing in the doorway of the Infirmary, staring in his direction with the same desperate look of longing on his face that the tailor knew he must surely be wearing? He shook his head in exasperation - this really wouldn't do. Instead of moping around he should go and talk to the doctor. He would have calmed down by now. He was probably waiting for him to make the first move. He'd listen to his heartfelt apologies this morning. Of course he had been upset last night, but now that he'd had time to think about it he'd understand...

Quickly Garak locked up the shop and hurried towards the Infirmary. He got almost as far as Quark's before good sense intervened and he pulled up abruptly. Just who was he trying to fool? Julian had been so upset, so angry... He wasn't going to forgive that kind of a betrayal overnight. Going to see him now would most likely simply provoke another unpleasant scene. Garak brought his trembling hands up to his face, covering it for just a moment as he composed himself. No, it was better to leave Julian in peace for now and wait for him to make the first move towards reconciliation - if that was what he wanted. Garak cast one more longing look in the direction of the Infirmary, then with a heavy heart made his way back to his shop.

From the doorway of Quark's Gul Dukat watched the tailor's strange behaviour with interest. Why was Garak so hesitant about approaching the good doctor this morning? Was it possible...? A broad smile spread across Dukat's face as an amusing possibility occured to him. He strode purposefully from the bar. This was something that might repay closer investigation.

With an air of concern Sedi Jarelle watched as Doctor Bashir bent to retrieve the tray of instruments he had just contrived to knock onto the floor of the Infirmary. He had seemed on edge since the start of his shift, though he had hidden it well as he dealt with his appointments. But now there were no more patients to distract him and his nervousness had culminated in this uncharacteristic mishap. Privately Sedi felt that the young doctor looked like he could use another day in bed. She kept her thoughts to herself and forbore from offering assistance as her earlier attempts to discern what the problem was had met with unexpected irritation from Bashir.

"I'm sorry, have I come at a bad time?" came a faintly mocking voice from the entrance to the Infirmary. Sedi winced as the doctor allowed the abused tray to clatter from suddenly nerveless fingers onto the floor once more. Ignoring it he straightened, spinning round to confront his visitor.

"Gul Dukat, what do you want? I'm really rather busy at the moment." Julian eyed the Cardassian warily, fear and anger vying for precedence on his suddenly pale face.

"So I can see," observed Dukat wryly, his gaze lighting on the scattered instruments. Sedi darted forward, quickly gathering them up, and as she passed the doctor he gave her a quick smile of gratitude.

"Is there something I can do for you?" asked Julian, returning his attention to Dukat and trying to regain his shattered composure. He immediately regretted the choice of words as the Cardassian swept him with a frankly appraising look.

"Perhaps there is, doctor," said Dukat equably. "I really don't seem to be feeling quite myself this morning. I fear I may be coming down with something. Maybe you should examine me." He leaned forward, his pale eyes regarding the doctor intently. "For that matter you look a little off colour yourself. Perhaps it's something catching," he suggested helpfully.

"No, I don't think so, and I'm fine thank you," said Julian steadily. "Please take a seat while I examine you." As Dukat moved to comply Julian turned away, breathing raggedly. His fingers shook as he picked up a medical tricorder and flipped it open. All his instincts screamed at him to run from the Cardassian. The thought of touching him was terrifying... He swallowed hard. No, whatever reaction Dukat was hoping to provoke Julian was determined not to oblige - he was just another patient; he could deal with it. Idly the doctor wondered what Dukat really wanted. Was this about the rape or had he come to gloat over his liaison with Garak? Well, whichever it was he was going to be disappointed. With his mask of professional detachment firmly in place Julian approached the Cardassian and began to scan him with the tricorder.

"Tell me, doctor," began Dukat with the air of one making polite conversation, but raising his voice enough for Sedi to hear every word, "how is Garak these days? I hear you've been seeing rather a lot of one another." Julian glanced hurriedly across at Sedi, willing her to say nothing. She met his eyes and her lips pressed together fractionally, but she remained silent. As he looked back to Dukat his fingers tightened convulsively on the tricorder, and for just a moment a hint of his pain showed on his face.

"Why don't you ask him yourself?" suggested Julian at length. "I'm sure he'd be delighted to see you if you dropped by his shop."

"Yes, I might just do that, doctor," said Dukat with an insincere smile. He hadn't missed the doctor's involuntary reaction to his question and added to Garak's odd behaviour earlier... Well, well, it seemed that his rendezvous with the tailor had sown some seeds of discord between Garak and his delightful paramour. He watched in silence as the doctor completed his scan.

"You'll be pleased to know that you're in perfect health," said Julian stiffly. "If you still think you feel unwell I'd suggest a day in bed. I'm sure that would make you feel much better," he added acidly. His eyes met and held Dukat's as the Cardassian got to his feet. The sudden hatred glittering there stopped Dukat's sarcastic reply before it was uttered. He favoured the doctor with a long, measuring stare before turning abruptly and walking out of the Infirmary without another word.

It had been a long day and Garak wanted nothing more than to close up the shop, retreat to his quarters and drown his sorrows in a glass or two of kanaar. He really wasn't in the mood for company tonight, which on balance was probably just as well he reflected wryly. Who was there on the station now who would care to give him the time of day? As he tidied away a last few pieces of paperwork he heard the door open behind him.

"I'm sorry," he called out, "the shop is closed. I'm afraid you'll have to come back in the morning."

"Oh, come now, Garak, surely you can make an exception for an old friend," came Dukat's infuriatingly cheerful voice. "After all, I leave for Cardassia Prime tomorrow." Garak straightened up, moving back into the main part of the shop where Dukat waited. So, if he intended to make use of his hard won recording it would have to be done now.

"Then allow me to wish you bon voyage," said Garak evenly. "Now, what can I do for you, Dukat?"

"It has been my observation that you and Doctor Bashir seem to be avoiding one another today. I do hope all is well between you." Dukat's mouth twitched as he suppressed a smile - the tailor's expression of dismay at his words was everything he could have hoped for. "Oh, I'm sorry. Have I said the wrong thing, Garak? Let me guess, the admirable young doctor learned of our little rendezvous and..."

"Yes, Dukat," interrupted Garak, his eyes flashing angrily, "Doctor Bashir did indeed learn of our - "rendezvous" as you call it. Would you care to know how he learned of it? I can show you if you wish." The tailor held Dukat's gaze steadily, seeing the sudden confusion in the other's pale eyes.

"What do you mean - you can show me?" asked Dukat suspiciously.

"Oh, you mean you didn't know?" countered Garak innocently.

"Know what, tailor?" hissed Dukat dangerously. "I'm not in the mood for your foolish games." Garak turned slowly away, moving casually across to his desk. He opened a drawer and withdrew a data clip which he held up for Dukat to see. He derived a moment's satisfaction from the look of horrified comprehension that suddenly informed the other's face.

"I was feeling nostalgic, Dukat. I thought how nice it would be to preserve our reunion for posterity." The tailor smiled as Dukat took a menacing step towards him. "It won't do you any good to destroy this. It may make you feel better, but it isn't the original. Nor is it the only copy. Would you care to take a look?"

Dukat snatched the data clip from Garak's hand, jamming it viciously into the terminal and starting the playback. He stared at the screen in impotent fury, his heart pounding a little harder and faster as he watched their two evenly matched bodies, intimately linked in mutual abandonment. How could he have allowed Garak such licence? And why did anger now threaten to transmute to arousal...? Dukat let his eyes devour the image for a few moments more before turning to the tailor who stood impassively, observing his reactions.

"This is outrageous!" Dukat blustered. "How dare you..." His eyes narrowed dangerously. "What do you intend to do with this - this abomination, Garak?" The tailor shrugged casually.

"Nothing - for now," he said truthfully.

"Then what...?" Dukat frowned in sudden confusion.

"In case you had forgotten we made an agreement last night," said Garak evenly. "I kept my side of that bargain, but it seemed to me that you might require - an added incentive to do the same."

"Blackmail, Garak, I didn't think that was your style," jibed Dukat, intent on regaining the upper hand in this situation. The tailor wasn't to be baited.

"You will leave Doctor Bashir alone, Dukat." Garak fixed the other man with an unblinking stare. "I won't have him harmed again by you or any of your associates."

"Are you threatening me, Garak?" enquired Dukat, his voice deceptively mild.

"I don't make threats, Dukat," replied Garak equally calmly. "I simply state facts. Believe me when I say that it would be in your best interests to leave Doctor Bashir alone. I think it's true to say that there are a number of people in the Central Command who would find this recording to make fascinating viewing - to say nothing of course of your delightful wife... How is she these days?" Dukat's face darkened but he made no further move towards Garak. He knew when he was bested.

"Tell me one thing, tailor," he enquired acidly, "why persist with this? The good doctor is hardly likely to appreciate your concern now."

"Perhaps not," conceded Garak with a sad smile, "but sometimes the deed alone is its own reward. Besides, I owe him this much..." and a great deal more, added the tailor silently.

"I don't understand you, Garak," said Dukat with a perplexed shake of his head. "All this for one insignificant human...?"

"Coming from you I take that as a compliment," replied the tailor, looking up into Dukat's eyes. And that "one insignificant human" is worth ten of you. It's just a pity he doesn't realise that. Dukat broke from Garak's unsettlingly direct gaze.

"I won't forget this," he cautioned angrily as he turned and strode from the shop. Garak stood quietly and watched Dukat go.

"Neither will I," he murmured with feeling as the door slid closed.

A TASTE FOR VENGEANCE - Part Six --------------------------------

It had been a trying few days for Garak. Dukat had finally left the station and the tailor had been sure his departure would make a difference to Julian's attitude towards him. To his distress that had not been the case. The doctor was still going out of his way to avoid any contact with him, in spite of his best efforts to engineer a 'chance' meeting. He had haunted the Replimat each mealtime, but when Julian did put in an appearance he was always accompanied by either Dax or Chief O'Brien and Garak had been forced to retreat in frustration. He had seriously considered approaching the doctor in the Infirmary, but as he had discovered to his cost before it wasn't the most private of meeting places. He had even toyed with the notion of visiting Julian in his quarters, but good sense had prevailed. Given the current parlous state of their relationship any attempt at reconciliation needed to be made on neutral territory.

Garak sat morosely at the worktable in his shop, a half-finished garment spread out in front of him. The shop had closed over an hour ago, but he had no particular desire to return to the claustrophobic confines of his quarters. With his continuing estrangement from the doctor the room now held too many ghosts. He missed Julian. That was the bottom line. He wanted him back, but the young man was giving him no chance to make amends.

Did that mean Julian truly no longer felt anything for him? Garak found it hard to believe that everything they had shared and felt for one another had been completely erased by his one foolish act. On the other hand, was he making the same mistake that had led to their alienation in the first place again by ascribing Cardassian reactions and motivations to the young human? He could have found it in his heart to forgive, if not entirely to forget. From a Cardassian perspective what had happened with Dukat was a minor indiscretion, but Julian had seen it as an overwhelming breach of trust. That was at the root of their current problems. And Garak found himself wondering if there really was nothing left between them or if Julian was simply unwilling to open himself up to the possibility of more pain - another betrayal as he saw it.

The tailor sighed. A few days ago he would have asserted that he knew the young doctor well enough to judge what was going on in his mind. Now, demonstrably, he did not and the wrong move on his part could end all hopes of a reconciliation. Who did know Julian that well? Who understood the way he thought and could tell him if there were any hope at all of salvaging their relationship? Garak's head snapped up suddenly - he had overlooked the obvious choice - the one person Julian might trust enough to confide in. Before he could think better of his decision the tailor hurried from the shop heading for the habitat ring.

The door chime sounded loudly in the quiet room and Dax looked up from the report she had been working on. She wasn't expecting any visitors this evening.

"Come in," she called, turning towards the door as it slid open. Her eyes widened fractionally as she saw who stood outside, but she had to admit this visit wasn't entirely unexpected. She got to her feet and crossed to the centre of the room as Garak warily entered her quarters. His discomfiture at being there was evident to the Trill as she noted his stiff posture and guarded expression.

"Lieutenant," he began cautiously, "I apologise for disturbing you at this hour, but I wondered if we might talk."

"Of course, Garak," she smiled at him encouragingly, "please - won't you sit down." She seated herself on the couch and watched as the Cardassian perched uncertainly on the edge of the chair opposite her. His cornflower eyes flicked up briefly to search the Trill's face, wondering if she understood what had driven him to approach her. Her clear, appraising gaze disconcerted him and he retreated from it, focussing instead on his hands which rested laxly in his lap. "What did you want to talk about?" Dax asked gently as the silence stretched uneasily between them. She was quite certain she already knew the answer to that question, but she wanted to hear it from Garak's own lips. The tailor cleared his throat a little self-consciously - what on Earth had possessed him to come here?

"I - lieutenant, have you... that is, has Julian... What I mean is...," Garak fumbled for the right words, cursing himself inwardly for his ineptitude. "What I wanted to know..."

"What you wanted to know is if Julian has told me about what's been going wrong with your relationship lately, isn't it?" interrupted Dax calmly. The tailor looked up sharply, his blue eyes wide and beseeching. So his instincts had been right in this at least. The doctor had talked to her, but how much did she know? Garak didn't want to betray Julian's trust again by inadvertently revealing anything the young man might have held back.

"Yes, that is what I was trying to ask," admitted the tailor with a sigh. "He won't talk to me about what he's feeling, but I thought if he had confided in anyone it might be you." Garak took a deep breath before continuing. "Lieutenant, I don't know exactly what he has told you, but..."

"Garak, before you say anything else, please listen to me. I think you're hoping I'll agree to be some kind of - mediator between you and Julian, but I'm not sure I can do that. He's a dear friend and you hurt him very badly. I'm not even sure it would be in his best interest to resume this relationship," said Dax firmly. "For that matter we probably shouldn't even be having this conversation without his knowledge."

The Trill had thought long and hard about the unlikely liaison between the young doctor and the Cardassian tailor since Julian had turned to her for comfort several days earlier. She had always staunchly supported the doctor's decision to pursue the friendship despite the adverse comments of some of his colleagues - it had been clear enough to her how happy Garak's attentions had made him. Now, seeing how deeply he had been hurt, she wasn't sure if she had been right. Or was she being unfair to the tailor, having heard only Julian's side of the story?

"Lieutenant, please, hear me out," begged Garak, an unmistakable note of desperation in his voice. "I know I've hurt Julian. No one regrets that more than I... All I want is to know that he is alright - and to apologise. I've tried to let him know how sorry I am for the pain I've caused him, but now he simply avoids me. I don't know what else I can do." The tailor stared into Dax's eyes in mute appeal. She returned his gaze steadily, reading the intense pain in his expression. Whatever the rights and wrongs of this particular situation there was no mistaking what the Cardassian was feeling. Dax nodded slowly.

"Alright, Garak," she agreed, "I'll listen to what you have to say, but I'm not promising anything more than that."

"Thank you, lieutenant," breathed Garak gratefully. He dropped his gaze once more, considering his words carefully. "Did Julian mention Gul Dukat to you at all when you talked?" he asked as casually as he could. He glanced quickly at Dax to gauge her reaction. The shadow that passed across her normally serene features told him what he needed to know.

"Yes," she said steadily, "he told me how he was - attacked. Julian is still having nightmares about it. Did you know that? He needed your support, Garak," she added accusingly.

"I didn't know," admitted the tailor sadly. "I did what I could while he would let me. And I thought what I was doing would help as well... You have to understand, he was never meant to see that recording."

But even if he hadn't seen it -" Dax shook her head in perplexity. "Garak, you knew what Dukat had done to Julian and yet you still took him as your lover. How could you do that?"

"Dukat was never supposed to..." Garak covered his face with his hands in frustration. How could he explain this to someone who didn't understand Cardassian ways? Julian hadn't understood, would Dax? "All I wanted was something to hold over Dukat - anything that I could use to make him leave Julian alone. I couldn't take the risk that Dukat might harm him again - whatever it might entail for myself. I was sure all he would do was give me a beating or humiliate me in some way. I misjudged him though. He knew me better than I thought he did.

"Dukat realised the only thing of value in my life was Julian so he wanted to take him away from me. That's what this was all about - the rape and the recording he made, then choosing to have sex with me instead of beating me... Even if I hadn't recorded what happened between us Dukat would have made sure that Julian knew all about it. He wanted to destroy our relationship and I simply made it easier for him!"

The despair in Garak's voice shook Dax. She had never seen the tailor anything less than totally self-possessed before. Had Julian been wrong about the Cardassian's motivations? Had he jumped to the wrong conclusion in the heat of the moment?

"Garak, Julian told me a little about this - blackmail scheme of yours," said Dax cautiously. "He also said that he asked you not to go ahead with it and that you had promised you wouldn't."

"I know," cried Garak ashamedly. "I thought he was worrying needlessly. I was so sure I could handle Dukat... I was wrong. I can see that now, but Julian doesn't know everything that happened. He only saw a part of the recording. He still believes that it was my idea to have sex with Dukat. It wasn't. I would far rather have withstood any other punishment - but Dukat insisted. I had no choice - he threatened to rape Julian again."

"But Julian saw what you recorded. He told me that you and Dukat were clearly enjoying what you were doing," accused Dax.

"And that's the worst thing of all," said Garak painfully. "Lieutenant, can you even begin to imagine what it has been like for me to live on this station - isolated from my own people, hated by those around me? Then I found Julian and slowly I discovered that my life had a meaning, a purpose, again. But my past has kept on rising up to haunt me in the shape of Dukat. What happened between us grew out of enmity, hatred - but he is one of my own kind, lieutenant. For a few moments that was more important than anything else."

"Then are you saying you really don't feel anything for Gul Dukat?" Dax pressed him. Garak studied his hands abstractedly.

"No - I don't know," he admitted finally, looking up at Dax's serene face. "All I do know is that I don't want Dukat. A part of me wants the reassurance of having a Cardassian lover. It's the easy option. With another Cardassian there would be less chance of misunderstandings..."

"The kind of misunderstanding that's keeping you and Julian apart now," said Dax gently. "You know that what you did hurt him terribly, don't you, Garak?" The Cardassian nodded. "He doesn't think he can trust you any more, and in Julian's current state of mind that's so important to him. He trusted Dukat to treat him honourably and look what that got him. Then he trusted you to keep your word to him, but you broke your promise, you deceived him..."

"I made love to the man who raped him - yes, I know that," broke in Garak.

"But he does still love you," continued Dax, ignoring the Cardassian's interruption. The tailor's brilliant blue eyes widened in amazement at the Trill's words.

"He does? Then I don't understand - why won't he talk to me? I've tried so hard to see him, but he avoids me," protested Garak.

"Of course Julian loves you, Garak. That's why he's hurting so much. He wants you back desperately, but he's convinced himself that you don't care for him any more," said Dax in exasperation. "He's been so afraid of talking to you because he thought you wanted to tell him it was all over between you."

"But he was so angry," said Garak in confusion.

"Do you blame him?" asked Dax fiercely. "He had every right to be angry - both with you and Gul Dukat. Julian is only human. He has emotions and they were completely overwhelmed by what's been happening to him. He needed to think of himself for a while - to protect himself. Garak, if you don't want to lose Julian for good you have to show him what you feel for him. You have to stop playing games with his feelings. If you don't trust him enough to tell him what you're thinking, what you're going to do, how can you expect him to trust you in return? Tell him how sorry you are. Tell him how much you love him. His self esteem has taken a real battering. You have to help him rebuild his confidence - in himself and in you."

"But how?" Garak regarded the Trill intently, willing her to give him the solutions he needed. She shook her head.

"That's not for me to say. You know him better in that respect than I do, Garak," she said gently.

"If he won't talk to me, lieutenant, how can I tell him any of these things?" protested the tailor plaintively. Dax relented a little.

"You could give him a gift," she suggested. "Perhaps there's something that would remind him of something special you did together - a good memory you could evoke. Maybe you could leave a note with it - tell him some of what you've been telling me. Don't try and give it to him personally. Leave it in his office so he can think about it in his own time without any pressure. Then when he's ready I think he'll come to you."

"Do you really think it will work?" asked Garak, a world of longing in his eyes as they held Dax's.

"I don't know for certain," she admitted softly, "but if he cares for you as much as I believe he does - well, I hope so." Garak nodded his head in acquiescence.

"Thank you, lieutenant," he said with a sudden, genuine smile. "I don't know if I truly deserve your help, but I'm grateful."

"I hope you and Julian can work this out," replied Dax, her lips curving in an answering smile. "This last week or so apart I've never seen him so happy as he's been with you." Garak's eyes widened in surprise at the Trill's unexpected words. From her earlier comments he had been sure she didn't approve of his relationship with the doctor. Recovering his wits the tailor got to his feet. He inclined his head graciously to Dax.

"My thanks again, lieutenant," he said sincerely, turning to leave. As the door closed behind him Garak heard Dax's parting words -

"Good luck!"

The lights in the Infirmary brightened at Julian's command and he strolled through to his office to check his appointment schedule for the day. As he reached across to activate his terminal his eye was caught by something out of place on his desk. Frankly curious the doctor pulled out his chair and sat down. A slight frown of puzzlement creased his brow as he hefted the small package, wondering what it might contain.

Finally his native inquisitiveness won out and he carefully opened the neatly fastened packet. Inside were a small bottle of amber coloured liquid and a message chip. Julian stared at the items - the phial had no markings to indicate what it was that it contained - and tried to fathom where they could have come from.

At length he reached into the box and lifted out the bottle. The liquid inside caught the light as he held it up, glowing warmly. Julian worked loose the stopper with his slender fingers and sniffed at the contents experimentally. A faintly spicy scent rose to his nostrils, familiar somehow, but from where? On an impulse he dipped his forefinger into the neck of the bottle, picking up a drop of liquid on the tip. Slowly he brought the finger to his parted lips, touching it cautiously to his tongue.

Almost at once a warm tingling sensation ran across the roof of his mouth accompanied by a suddenly familiar taste - with a shock he identified it as tianor. Julian's throat constricted as he realised only one person on the station could possibly have left this package for him to find. Garak. Who else would have known about his introduction to the Cardassian concoction on Risa? But why had the tailor given this to him now - was it meant as a peace offering of some kind?

Julian realised his heart was pounding far harder than a single drop of tianor could account for. Was it possible that this was an invitation from Garak, a chance to try and put things right between them? Did it mean the Cardassian's feelings for him really hadn't changed at all? And if it did, was he prepared to trust Garak, to risk being hurt all over again? Abruptly the doctor remembered the message chip which had accompanied the bottle of tianor. With trembling fingers he retrieved it from the package, holding it up before him.

He stared at it for a long moment before slotting it into his terminal and calling up the single file it contained. Julian felt a faint twinge of disappointment as he discovered the message was audio only. He would have liked to see the Cardassian's face as he spoke...

"Julian, I apologise for the method of bringing this message to you. I've tried to speak to you - I think you know that - but you've been keeping your distance from me. I'm not sure that I can blame you for that. What I've been wanting to say is quite simple. I'm sorry. I know the words are inadequate, but they are from the heart, believe me.

"Do you remember the first time we shared tianor, Julian? I don't think I shall ever forget it...

"My dearest doctor, it was never my intention to hurt you. Please can you find it in you to forgive a foolish old Cardassian who didn't realise what a precious thing he had until he lost it?"

Julian listened to the brief communication in silence. In truth he barely heard the words, aware only of the intense longing in Garak's voice. He knew the tailor well enough to recognise when he was being totally honest - this was one of those all too rare occasions.

To his surprise Julian found that his cheeks were wet. He couldn't recall the tears starting... He reached out, picking up the phial of tianor once more and inhaling its spicy fragrance deeply. The evocative smell reminded him acutely of the warm scent of Garak's skin and he drew in a sharp breath as a stab of longing pierced him. He had been wrong. The tailor hadn't rejected him. The desperate note in Garak's voice gave the lie to that belief. Was it too late to try and salvage something from the wreckage of their relationship? Julian hoped fervently that it was not.

Quickly he accessed the station's comm system, typing in just a few words and sending them on their way to the terminal in the tailor's shop. As the 'transmission complete' prompt blinked back at him Julian stared at what he had written - "Garak, I do remember. Come to my quarters at 2000 hours. I think we have a lot to talk about. Julian"

As 2000 hours approached Julian found himself pacing nervously around his quarters like a caged animal. Would Garak come in response to his summons? Did he really want him to? Stupid question, Julian chided himself, of course he did, but right now he felt as apprehensive as a schoolboy before his first date. What exactly was he planning on saying to the Cardassian when he arrived?

Julian sighed deeply. He wasn't at all sure what he intended to say to Garak. Should he tell him how much he still wanted him? An ironic smile quirked the doctor's full lips. The Cardassian wouldn't exactly need to be a master spy to divine that fact! He had been fighting to keep his body's responses under control ever since he had opened Garak's package and discovered the bottle of tianor inside.

That realisation gave Julian pause. Was that really all there was to his relationship with Garak - a physical response, nothing more? He hoped not. It had been a meeting of minds, not bodies that had first drawn him into a friendship with the Cardassian. The literary discussions over lunch in the Replimat with their attendant verbal and intellectual sparring had filled a need in both their lives. Had they lost that aspect of their friendship along the way as they became more dependent on one another to satisfy the needs of their bodies too?

No. Julian refused to believe that was true. If sex were all that mattered he could have found others to fill the vacuum left by the tailor's absence. It was Garak specifically that he missed, with his sharp wit and studied evasiveness. In truth he enjoyed trying to penetrate the aura of mystery the tailor liked to surround himself with. And yet that was also part of the problem between them.

To Julian trust was all important. He had trusted Garak absolutely with his feelings - with himself. He had never been less than completely honest with the tailor; it simply wasn't in his nature to dissemble. He had expected the same in return, but to Garak trust seemed to be a nebulous concept. Julian had never harboured any illusions that the tailor would ever tell him the full truth about his past, but that hadn't really mattered. What the doctor had expected was that Garak would be honest in their ongoing relationship, but instead the Cardassian had lied about his blackmail scheme, and as to his feelings for Dukat...

That was what had really hurt. That was why he felt so betrayed. Julian could admit that to himself now. He had been totally honest with Garak about his own ambivalence towards Dukat, but the tailor... Gods, while he had been afraid that Dukat would kill Garak if they were left alone in the same room together they had ended up making love with a passionate intensity that frankly scared the hell out of the young doctor. That was bad enough in itself, but Julian knew perfectly well that Garak had never intended for him to find out about the incident. It was that lack of trust that had so upset him, causing him to lash out angrily at the Cardassian.

Julian drew in a long, steadying breath. Would Garak be prepared to talk about what was going on in his mind now? Would he be willing to open up and admit to what he had felt for Dukat? The doctor dearly hoped so, because without that openness, that trust, he knew that his relationship with the tailor could never have a future and that wasn't something he wanted to accept. He didn't want it to be nothing more than a pleasantly diverting interlude - that just wasn't enough, as he had learned the hard way. Yes, he wanted Garak very much, but from now on it had to be on his terms. He wasn't prepared to let himself be hurt so badly again.

Anxiously Julian glanced across at the chronometer - still another ten minutes to wait! He looked down at himself. He had automatically put his uniform back on after he had showered, now abruptly he headed into the bedroom, pulling the jumpsuit from his body. It was too formal. He wanted to foster a more relaxed atmosphere tonight. Hurriedly he changed into a pale blue shirt and loose black trousers. He studied himself critically in the mirror, silently approving the image he now presented. His hair had become disordered as he changed and he quickly ran his hands over it, smoothing it back into a semblance of neatness.

A TASTE FOR VENGEANCE - Part Six (continued) --------------------------------------------

The door chime sounded, startling him out of his introspection. Julian's heart began to pound fiercely in his chest. He hurried to answer the door and suddenly realised he had forgotten to put his boots back on. Ah well, he would simply have to greet Garak barefoot. With trembling fingers he released the privacy lock on the door and it slid aside to reveal the tailor. Neither man said a word for a long moment - each of them simply drinking in the sight of the other.

"Please - come in," Julian managed at last, stepping aside to allow Garak to enter his quarters. He quickly re-engaged the privacy lock behind him; there was too much at stake here to risk any other intrusions. The tailor nodded slightly - part acknowledgement, part greeting and followed the doctor as he crossed the room and sat down. Julian gestured to the couch and Garak settled himself on it, his eyes all the while fixed hungrily on the doctor. He hadn't expected to find him so relaxed, so casually dressed and he prayed it boded well for the rest of the evening. His heart thumped painfully in his prisoning ribcage as his gaze swept Julian, missing nothing, from his cap of dark curls, to the loose, comfortable clothing, right down to his slender bare feet.

In his turn Julian studied Garak. The Cardassian had chosen his outfit with great care, evidently intent on creating a good impression. The doctor had to admire the elegantly tailored russet tunic and trousers, cleverly cut to make the best of Garak's solidly muscled body. The colour too served to add an unusual warmth to the tailor's grey-hued skin. Finally he allowed his gaze to travel up to Garak's face, meeting the clear blue eyes and seeing the unmistakable longing shining in them.

"Thank you for asking me here tonight, Julian," said Garak softly, finally breaking the long silence between them. "I've wanted to talk to you."

"I thought you were trying to tell me it was all over between us," admitted Julian with a sigh. "I didn't want to hear you say that so I kept making sure you had no chance to talk to me. It was only when I found your message I realised..."

"I know that now. I - Lieutenant Dax told me that was why you were avoiding me," murmured Garak. "It simply never occured to me - I thought you hated me for what I had done..."

"Jadzia told you," exclaimed Julian in genuine surprise. "Why would she do that?"

"I went to her to ask for her help," replied the tailor softly. "I didn't know what else to do - and I thought if you had talked to anyone it would be her. I'm glad that I was right. She - she said you didn't hate me. Is that true, Julian?" Garak leaned forward intently, his eyes pleading. Julian smiled faintly.

"I had every right to, Elim, but no, I never hated you. I was angry though - and hurt," he said with a slight shake of his head. "You betrayed my trust. You made a promise to me that you never had any intention of keeping. That's very hard for me to accept and to forgive - and then there's Dukat..." Garak glanced down at his folded hands, trying to find the right words to explain to the vulnerable, young human.

"Julian, believe me, what happened between Dukat and myself was not my idea. If you want the proof of that I have it. I can show you the rest of the recording I made - the part you didn't see," said Garak steadily. "He threatened to approach you again if I didn't submit to him. I don't think he was lying. I didn't see that I had any choice after that. I - when he asked me to touch myself I had to think about you. I couldn't have done it otherwise. But when he became aroused too and took me like that - yes, I admit it was exhilarating. I'd be lying to you if I said anything else. Julian, I haven't had a Cardassian lover for more years than I care to think about. The realisation that Dukat was as caught up in what was happening as I was... It was overwhelming. But it's over, done with. I have no - feelings for Dukat. I don't want to repeat the experience; it was too disconcerting. That is the truth, Julian."

Garak looked up to find Julian watching him avidly, his dark eyes shining. Their gazes locked for a long moment before the doctor broke away, afraid he would lose himself in the intense, cornflower depths.

"I think perhaps that's the first time you've ever been completely honest about what you're feeling," said Julian slowly, "and yet I still don't know what you feel about me - all you've told me about is Dukat." Garak looked startled.

"I've told you that I love you," he said in surprise.

"True," agreed Julian, "but there's never been quite so much at stake before has there? You've said the words, but that's all they were - words. I don't know that they ever told me what was really going on in your mind. That didn't seem to matter before - now it does."

"I have always loved you, Julian. Do you really doubt that?" protested Garak.

"If you had really loved me, Elim, you would never have gone behind my back to carry out your blackmail scheme," insisted Julian. "You ignored my wishes even though I'd made them perfectly clear, and in the end, because of that, you hurt me a great deal. Don't you understand how important it is for me to know that I can trust you?"

"I'm beginning to," sighed Garak. "I admit I acted towards you as I would another Cardassian. I thought that you would see that the end justified the means. I'm sorry. I can see now that I was wrong - and I understand how hard it will be for you to trust me again. I'd like the chance to try and earn your trust though. I missed you, Julian, more than I believed was possible. I don't want to lose you..."

"And I don't want to lose you, Elim," whispered Julian. "I love you, but you have to show me that I can trust you as well. I have to know that if you make another promise to me you'll keep it."

"I understand," said Garak slowly, nodding his head in agreement. In a single fluid movement the tailor slid from the couch to kneel at Julian's feet. The doctor watched him intently, his heart beginning to pound harder. A part of him wanted to beg Garak to take him into his arms, but another part was afraid of inviting the Cardassian's touch. The tailor sensed the young man's hesitation. He looked up earnestly into Julian's velvet brown eyes. "Do you want me to leave?" he asked, his voice trembling with longing.

"No - but I'm afraid that if I let this happen... Will anything have changed? Are you going to hurt me again? Oh, I know now it wasn't intentional, Elim, but I don't want to go through that kind of pain again." Julian's anxious gaze begged Garak mutely to understand - and the tailor did, only too well.

"I don't have the right to ask you to trust me again," he breathed, "but I don't know what else I can say. I was a fool to risk losing you, whatever else I thought I might gain. You're the most precious thing in my life, my dearest Julian - and I want you more than I can begin to tell you." The Cardassian's clear, blue eyes swept Julian's body caressingly and the doctor felt himself shiver with anticipation, desperately wanting Garak's capable hands to trace the same path.

"Elim..." Julian's voice was barely more than a whisper.

"Yes, Julian?" came the tailor's eager response.

"What made you think of giving me the bottle of tianor?" There was undoubted curiosity in the doctor's tone as he finally met Garak's eyes squarely. The tailor laughed softly, dispelling some of the tension between them.

"Actually, it was Lieutenant Dax's idea - to give you a gift of some kind," elaborated Garak hurriedly as Julian shot him a startled look. "She suggested I chose something which would evoke a pleasant memory. I remembered our most - interesting meal on Risa. I hoped the tianor would bring back good memories for you too. Did it?" Julian's smile broadened in recollection.

"Yes, it did. Eating I'danian spice pudding took on a whole new meaning after that," he commented wryly. "Elim, I have the tianor here, now. Would you like some?" Garak almost forgot to breathe for a moment as the full import of the doctor's words sank in.

"Julian... If I drink - I'm not sure I shall be able to control myself," admitted the tailor honestly. "I want you too much."

"It's a risk I'm prepared to take if you are," murmured Julian huskily. "I - don't think I have much control left either. I may not be able to give you all the same things that another Cardassian could, but I want to give you everything I can. Please, Elim..." Garak closed his eyes and swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. After everything that had happened Julian was still prepared to put himself into his hands.

"I don't deserve this," protested the tailor. "You don't have to do this for me." Julian's eyes flashed as he stared sharply at the Cardassian.

"I'm doing this for both of us, Elim," he said fiercely. "I have no intention of simply lying here passively and letting you have things all your own way. You want an equal partner - well, I intend to give as good as I get!" Garak gasped in astonishment at the doctor's words, but he had no doubt about the truth of them. There was nothing passive at all about the lust glittering in Julian's limpid, brown eyes.

"Where is the tianor?" asked Garak breathlessly.

"Over there - with some glasses." Julian gestured imperiously towards his desk. He watched without further comment as the tailor quickly got to his feet to retrieve the bottle. Even without the tianor the doctor could feel the heat of arousal coursing through him. It was an exhilarating feeling to have the Cardassian so bound to his desire, but frightening too Julian realised. Was that what Garak had meant when he said he had no wish to repeat his experience with Dukat? Had he been afraid of their mutual need for one another? The doctor knew himself well enough to know that it wasn't in his nature to dominate another completely, but for his own peace of mind he had to prove that he could control Garak - both to himself and to the Cardassian.

Carefully Garak opened the bottle of tianor, pouring the shining, amber liquid equally into the two glasses Julian had set out on his desk. Putting the now empty bottle aside he lifted the glasses and walked slowly back to where the doctor waited. He offered one to Julian, but the young man made no move to take it from him. The tailor regarded him in confusion. Julian looked back at him, a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Is something wrong, Julian?" asked Garak anxiously. "Have you changed your mind?"

"No, Elim, I haven't," the doctor assured him, "but I was thinking about what we said before - about needing to rebuild the trust between us. It really is important to me. I think it would help if - I have to know, Elim; are you prepared to put yourself in my hands, to let me control what happens now?" Smoothly Garak sank to his knees once more at Julian's feet, head bowed.

"Whatever you want from me, Julian... It's yours," came the tailor's heartfelt reply. He held out the glass of tianor again. This time the doctor wordlessly accepted it. Garak looked up with a tentative smile and Julian raised the glass in silent salute, slowly bringing it to his lips. The tailor watched avidly as he sipped at the tianor and then gaped in surprise as Julian tilted his head back and drank the rest of the sparkling liquid in a single draught. As the doctor set aside his empty glass his brown eyes met Garak's in unmistakable challenge. With a certain amount of trepidation - tianor was meant to be drunk slowly, savoured - the tailor mirrored his actions.

Julian hadn't missed the momentary flicker of disquiet in Garak's eyes and silently he wondered at it, but not for long. After only a short space of time the tianor flooded the doctor's system and abruptly his entire body felt as if it were immersed in burning liquid as his nerves responded to the tianor's stimulation. A wordless cry escaped him as he stared at Garak in shock. He hadn't expected the sensations to be this intense, but then again his experience with tianor was extremely limited. He certainly hadn't drunk so much so quickly when he had sampled it before.

With an air of concern Garak studied Julian intently. A deep rose coloured flush had spread over his skin and his pupils had abruptly dilated until barely a trace of the brown iris still showed around them. Garak reached out a hand to the doctor and then arrested the movement sharply as the tianor began its assault on his own body. No wonder they always caution you to drink tianor slowly, the tailor thought wryly as every nerve responded to the friction of his clothing against his skin, leaving him gasping in the grip of sudden arousal.

The intensity of the sensations slowly began to subside to a bearable level. Julian found he was capable of rational thought again as the burning transmuted to a glorious warmth that suffused his limbs. Every sense was heightened and he became more aware than ever of Garak's closeness - the heat radiating from him and the rich, spicy scent rising from his skin. That the Cardassian was experiencing the same feelings he was Julian had no doubt.

Carefully the doctor slid from his chair to kneel facing Garak. The tailor's outstretched hand dropped nervelessly to his side as Julian moved in closer. With infinite care the young man reached up to cup Garak's face in his graceful hands. The tailor moaned as the light touch of the slender fingers sent trails of fire running downwards and through his entire body. Warm brown eyes looked deeply into clear blue, seeing the unmistakable note of pleading in their depths.

"Julian - I want you," whispered Garak achingly.

"I know," murmured the doctor leaning in closer still. He drank in the heady scent of the tailor's arousal, almost losing himself in the intensity of the feelings it evoked. With an effort Julian suppressed the desire to rip the clothes from his own and Garak's bodies. No - he wanted to take this slowly, savour each new sensation in turn... Tenderly he pressed his lips to the Cardassian's, feeling them part willingly under the subtle pressure. His tongue explored Garak's mouth gently, tracing the soft, moist contours and flicking along the pliant lips. Gradually Julian deepened the kiss, drawing an answering response from the tailor. As their mouths engaged more voraciously Garak brought his arms up to snake around the young doctor's waist, pulling him closer. The movement drew moans of pleasure from both men as soft fabric slid over sensitised skin.

Finally the need to draw breath led Julian to pull away from the sweet delights of Garak's mouth. The human and the Cardassian were both panting hard, eyeing one another hungrily.

"Thank you for the tianor, Elim," laughed Julian breathlessly.

"It was my pleasure," responded Garak in kind, his eyes sparkling with desire and amusement.

"No - the pleasure is for both of us," Julian chided him with mock severity. He reached up to trace the Cardassian's delicate eyeridges with an inquisitive finger. Garak's eyelids fluttered closed and he sighed contentedly as tendrils of sensation snaked through his entire body. Julian smiled broadly as he watched the tailor react to his gentle caresses. Seeing Garak in the grip of desire only intensified his own enjoyment of their shared intimacy. Glancing down the doctor noted with satisfaction the tell-tale swell of the tailor's erection, straining at the russet fabric of his trousers. Julian's loose clothing concealed the extent of his own arousal a little better, but now he was eager to be free of the restrictions imposed by their clothes.

Without warning Julian brushed a hand lightly over the material covering Garak's bulging erection. The Cardassian's eyes snapped open, pleading with the doctor to repeat the caress. As Julian complied Garak uttered a low moan. The young man's touch was almost too intense to bear. With his free hand the doctor sought out the fastening of the tailor's tunic, but Garak was there before him, stripping the garment from his torso. Julian turned his attention instead to the Cardassian's trousers, undoing them quickly and sliding them, together with his undergarments over his hips. He urged Garak to his feet and slipped the crumpled clothes the rest of the way down the tailor's body until he could step clear of them.

Julian remained where he was, kneeling at Garak's feet, looking up at his rapt expression. Finally he dropped his heated gaze to the tailor's erect sex now released from the confines of his clothing. A momentary pang of disquiet lanced through him as he remembered being in the same position at Dukat's feet. No, he told himself sternly, that was in the past; it's unimportant. What mattered now was being here with Garak.

With a decisive gesture Julian reached out, grasping the tailor's buttocks and drawing him closer. He laid his cheek gently against the Cardassian's firm stomach, feeling the muscles quivering in response to the touch. Turning his head the doctor trailed kisses lightly across the smooth, grey skin, leaving Garak gasping for breath. As he moved slowly lower he felt a damp warmth as the Cardassian's trembling sex brushed his cheek. With a sigh of pleasure Julian nuzzled against it. The tailor moaned in anticipation of the doctor's next move and cried aloud in delight as Julian's warm, moist mouth finally engulfed his waiting erection.

With an effort Garak collected his wits enough to glance down at the doctor's bent head. Julian was blissfully intent on his exploration of the tailor's eager sex. He contented himself for a time sucking at it firmly, while his tongue caressed the smooth hardness. Then he withdrew, leaving the Cardassian momentarily bereft. He glanced up to meet the tailor's desperately pleading eyes then resumed his ministrations, nibbling his way along the length of the shaft, licking and nipping lightly at the sensitive head. All the while his hands kneaded gently at the pliant flesh of Garak's backside.

The Cardassian could feel himself sliding ever closer to the brink. He slipped his fingers into Julian's soft dark hair, tangling them in the disordered curls. Carefully Garak pulled the doctor even closer to him, urging him to take his erection fully into his mouth once more. Julian complied willingly, feeling the tremors which started to run through the tailor's body as he did so. He tightened his grip on Garak's buttocks, encouraging him to thrust more deeply, sucking hard as the Cardassian acceded to his wishes. The taste and scent of Garak's smooth, reptilian skin intoxicated the doctor and he revelled in the intensity of the moment.

Abruptly the tailor cried aloud as waves of pleasure swept over him. His sex pulsed agonisingly as he came, Julian's soft mouth drawing him to still greater heights, until even his tianor enhanced senses could wring nothing more from the experience. Withdrawing finally from the doctor's grasp Garak sank bonelessly to his kness. Reaching out he drew Julian into a fierce embrace, burying his face in the young man's silky hair. Julian relaxed against the tailor's muscular chest, his head resting lightly on one broad shoulder. He sighed softly, enjoying the feel of the damp, leathery skin against his cheek. Faintly he heard Garak's voice murmuring incoherent endearments and any last lingering doubts about the advisability of resuming his relationship with the Cardassian evaporated.

"Elim," he said softly.

"Yes, Julian," came the indistinct reply.

"I've missed you... missed this," admitted Julian slowly.

"And I you," agreed Garak. He loosened his hold on the doctor, shifting his weight until he could see the young man's face. The intense brown eyes were alight with pleasure and unquenched lust. The tailor pressed a gentle kiss on Julian's smooth forehead and then moved lower, tasting his full lips. The doctor sighed contentedly, delighting in the languorous caress. He slipped his tongue into the tailor's mouth and Garak sucked gently at its tip. A frisson of excitement ran through the Cardassian as he savoured the intermingled tastes of tianor and his own semen on Julian's soft tongue.

Drawing away once more Garak studied Julian's flushed face intently. The doctor returned his stare steadily. He wanted to be free of the constraining fabric of his clothes. He longed to feel the tailor's body pressed against his bare skin...

"Elim, please undress me," begged Julian suddenly. "I can't bear not being able to touch you properly." Garak didn't need to be asked twice. Deftly he pulled the loose shirt over Julian's head, his hands lightly brushing the doctor's silky skin as he did so. The young man trembled in delight, aching to feel Garak's hands caressing him all over. He didn't have long to wait as the tailor slid the soft fabric of his trousers down his slender legs. His briefs quickly followed and were tossed aside.

Garak's brilliant blue eyes devoured Julian's naked body. The doctor's golden brown skin was lightly sheened with sweat and still suffused with a faint rosy blush - the outward manifestation of the tianor in his system. The tailor's gaze lingered on the delightfully erect sex, the drop of moisture at its tip like a precious jewel.

"What do you want of me, Julian?" he asked through suddenly dry lips.

"Come to bed with me, Elim," demanded the doctor huskily. "I want to make love to you." Carefully Garak climbed to his feet, reaching down to pull Julian up with him. With an inviting smile the doctor led Garak into his bedroom, urging him to make himself comfortable on the bed. The tailor pulled the pillows down towards him, settling himself on his side. Julian retrieved the small jar of lubricant from a drawer and handed it to Garak. "Will you put this on me please, Elim."

Garak opened the jar, then stretched out a hand to pull the doctor closer, within easy reach. He watched Julian's face closely as he scooped up a generous helping of the cool gel and set to smoothing it along the length of the young man's erection. The sure touch sent the fire of arousal coursing through Julian's body once more. Garak smiled in delight at the blissful expression on his face. He lingered longer than was strictly necessary over his task, his skilful fingers toying with the doctor's deliciously responsive sex.

Finally the tailor set the jar aside and pulled Julian onto the bed with him. The doctor settled himself into the curve of the Cardassian's back, burying his face in the dark, shining fall of Garak's hair. His hands caressed the tailor's muscular backside firmly and Julian felt him relax willingly at his touch. Carefully the doctor positioned himself, the head of his sex caressing Garak's opening gently. A quick thrust of his hips and he was sliding into the Cardassian's welcoming warmth, pressing steadily until he was completely inside him.

For a long moment Julian remained quite still, simply savouring his closeness to Garak. The tailor, understanding the young man's desire to control their lovemaking, made no attempt to move, fighting down the impulse to push back against the doctor and impale himself more thoroughly on his firm erection. Patiently he waited, allowing the doctor to dictate what was to happen, his tianor sensitised skin finding no small pleasure in the simple feeling of Julian's warm body pressed along the length of his own.

Slowly Julian stirred, his hands reaching around Garak's waist to grasp his growing erection. At the same time, gently at first, but then more forcefully, he began to partially withdraw from the tailor's body then drive back inside him with sure, eager strokes. Garak gasped in delight as Julian's thrusts became steadily wilder, more abandoned. When he could no longer remain still the tailor bucked his hips firmly against the doctor's, urging him to thrust even more deeply. With a growl of pleasure Julian complied, immersing himself totally in the rising tide of sensation.

The young man found it strangely liberating, knowing this was what the tailor craved, that the roughness excited him still further. Casting aside the last of his inhibitions Julian bent his head, his teeth grazing Garak's shoulders and back, leaving marks on the reptilian skin. The Cardassian shuddered with delight, the pain of the sharp bites only intensifying his pleasure. Encouraged by the tailor's reaction Julian turned his attention to Garak's erection. He raked his nails along the length of the shaft as he pumped it steadily, feeling it grow harder in his grasp. The tailor groaned ecstatically as the doctor freed one hand to knead his balls firmly - far harder than Julian himself could have tolerated - the feel of the hard, rhythmic pressure quite exquisite to the Cardassian.

Julian found himself caught up in the intensity of Garak's responses. The rougher his embraces the more the tailor's excitement seemed to grow. It was as if his Cardassian soul had been freed from the restraints he had imposed upon it in Julian's arms before. It was a frightening and yet wildly exhilarating experience for the young human.

Garak's sex was now fully erect once more and the tailor brought his hands to join Julian's in caressing its hardness. The extra stimulation was almost enough to trigger his climax, but he fought for control, wanting to prolong the delight as long as he could. Finally he felt Julian shudder on the brink of orgasm, pushing into him with one last firm thrust. As the doctor's trembling intensified he bent his head again, stifling his incipient cries by sinking his teeth firmly into Garak's ornamented neck ridge. Stimulated beyond endurance the tailor also came, the creamy liquid spilling over his own and Julian's joined hands.

Julian slumped against Garak's back in utter exhaustion. He felt tired, but exultant. He couldn't remember ever feeling so spent, a delicious lassitude stealing over him as he breathed deeply of Garak's warm, spicy scent. He murmured in faint protest as the tailor stirred, rolling over to draw Julian into a fiercely protective embrace.

"Ah, my dearest Julian," whispered Garak hoarsely, "still you find new ways to surprise me."

"I didn't think much ever surprised you, Elim," teased Julian with a faint laugh. The tailor's lips curved in an affectionate smile.

"Well, dear Julian, you may rest content in the knowledge that you do have the capacity to both surprise and delight me - and long may that continue to be so," he concluded seriously. The tailor's blue eyes stared soberly into Julian's. "Do you have any regrets about this?"

"None at all - I love you, Elim, and I'm not going to let anyone's vindictiveness, least of all Gul Dukat's, stand in the way of that again." The doctor's gaze was equally serious.

"Thank you for giving me a second chance," said Garak softly. "Are you sure I deserve it?"

"Yes," insisted Julian forcefully. "If you didn't I wouldn't be here." He caught hold of one of the tailor's hands in his own, twining the capable, grey fingers with his, slender and golden skinned. Tenderly he brought the joined hands to his lips, kissing them lingeringly. Instinctively Garak bent his head, in his turn caressing the entwined fingers with his own lips, as if sealing a pact. As he looked up his cornflower eyes searched the doctor's.

"I know you asked me to put myself in your hands, but I want to love you, Julian," he murmured tentatively. "You've given me so much... I want to be inside you now. I can't help myself - the tianor..." Glancing down Julian noted that Garak's sex was indeed still partially erect and then realised with a shock that despite his tiredness his own erection was growing once more. The tianor was most certainly having a prodigious effect on both of them, apparently enhancing their stamina as well as their pleasure.

"It would be a shame to waste such a nice erection," observed Julian wistfully, reaching down to caress Garak with his free hand. Untangling his other hand from the tailor's he reached out for the discarded jar of lubricant. "May I?" he asked teasingly. Instead of speaking Garak answered him by drawing him into a heartbreakingly tender kiss that took Julian's breath away completely. All levity gone the doctor surrendered to the Cardassian's persuasive seduction. He couldn't remember Garak ever being quite so gentle with him before. When the tailor finally ended the kiss Julian regarded him, wide eyed with wonder.

"Ah, Julian, don't look so surprised," said Garak softly. "Unless I'm much mistaken you made love to me the way you did earlier to prove that you were capable of giving me what I had missed by not having a Cardassian lover. Am I right?"

"Well, yes - but..." Garak held up a hand, forestalling Julian's protests.

"My dear Julian, please don't think I didn't appreciate it - I did, believe me." The tailor smiled indulgently. "Now I simply wish to return the compliment. I want to show you that a Cardassian can be as gentle as a human."

"I already know that, Elim." Julian favoured the tailor with a lopsided smile. "You have nothing to prove to me."

"Perhaps I have something to prove to myself," observed Garak wryly. He reached out and stroked Julian's dark curls with fingers that trembled slightly. The doctor leaned into the caress, enjoying the soothing touch. He looked down suddenly, remembering the jar of lubricant still clutched in his hand.

"May I?" Julian repeated his earlier question, but this time there was no hint of teasing in his voice. Wordlessly Garak nodded his agreement. Deftly the young man coated the Cardassian's erection with the cool gel, eliciting a series of low gasps and moans. He glanced up at the tailor with an affectionate smile as he completed the task to his satisfaction.

Carefully Garak rolled Julian onto his stomach, settling him over the heaped up pillows. The doctor shifted his weight, squirming around a little until he was comfortable, then glanced encouragingly over his shoulder at the tailor. Garak sat still a moment longer simply admiring Julian's lithe body stretched out before him. Then with gentle hands he caressed his way down the doctor's back, starting from his shoulders and slowly progressing to his invitingly rounded buttocks. Julian made small sounds of contentment low in his throat. Encouraged by the young man's reaction Garak repeated the procedure, massaging more firmly this time. He was rewarded by an increasingly vocal response.

"Oh God, don't you dare stop," sighed Julian at length, "that feels wonderful. I didn't know you had such talented hands." Garak gave a throaty chuckle.

"I'm glad to learn that I can still surprise you too," he observed sagely. The tailor continued his massaging of Julian's lean body, feeling the muscles relaxing completely under the firm kneading of his strong fingers. Judging his moment Garak leaned forward and began to follow the path taken by his hands with a trail of gentle kisses. Julian whimpered softly as the tailor's moist lips roved over his sensitised skin. By the time Garak reached the smooth curves of the doctor's buttocks the young man was pleading with the tailor to enter him. Garak soothed him gently, sliding his fingers carefully into the doctor's opening, preparing him. Then with infinite tenderness he gave Julian what he had begged for, slipping easily into his inviting depths with his firm erection. As the tailor's stomach brushed against the young man's pliant backside he leaned down, covering Julian's body entirely with his own.

Where their coupling before had been passionate and wild this time it was slow and tender. Garak moved gently inside Julian, the deep stimulation bringing the young man only gradually towards his peak. The doctor rotated his hips slowly, using his muscles to draw Garak with him to the brink of orgasm.

The warm bulk of the Cardassian's body pressing down on him was oddly reassuring. Julian wanted the moment to last forever, but he could feel the pressure building inside himself and knew from the trembling of Garak's limbs that he could also hold back no longer. With an exultant cry the tailor came, emptying himself deep inside Julian. Garak's release triggered the doctor's and he arched his back as the waves of pleasure rippled through him. The tailor's arms cradled him tenderly, one hand moving down to lovingly fondle his pulsing sex as it spilled its creamy fluid.

As their tremors subsided Garak carefully withdrew, but his arms retained their hold on Julian. He shifted until his weight no longer pressed down on the doctor, then pulled him back to rest against the sweaty expanse of his chest. Julian snuggled in closer, enjoying the comfortable familiarity of Garak's embrace. The tailor in his turn felt totally contented, breathing in the young man's delightfully musky scent.

"Revenge is sweet," he murmured softly. Julian looked up at him questioningly, a slight frown creasing his brow.

"I don't understand," he said slowly.

"Dukat thought he was taking vengeance on me by destroying our relationship," explained Garak, "but he failed - and that is our revenge on him." Julian looked down quickly, his silky lashes veiling his velvet brown eyes.

"He almost succeeded," he whispered. Garak brushed his lips against the doctor's cheek, kissing him reassuringly.

"We're here - we're together," said the tailor simply. "That's what matters." Julian's smile returned and he nodded in agreement.

"Elim..."

"Yes, Julian."

"Exactly how long do the effects of tianor last?" asked Julian thoughtfully.

"Well, in Cardassian's it can be quite variable," said Garak matter of factly. He studied Julian narrowly. "I'm not sure if anyone has ever measured its effect on humans before. Why do you ask?"

"Oh, just - professional curiosity," replied Julian innocently.

"Ah," said Garak knowledgeably, "so do you propose undertaking a study on the subject?"

"I think that would be a very good idea," agreed Julian, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Well, I believe you humans have a saying 'there's no time like the present'," observed Garak, his lips curving in a broad smile.

"You know, Elim, I couldn't agree more," said Julian brightly, as he reached for Garak's mouth with his own, stifling the Cardassian's sudden laughter.

THE END

"The truth is usually just an excuse for a lack of imagination."

• Garak "Improbable Cause"