Disclaimer: I figured y'all could use a Garak/Bashir here and since my dear Aunt Ruth posted My Fair Jeanne I thought Picard and Q could use a bit of company other than Wesley. Star Trek and all characters from the series and movies are trademarks of and copyright Paramount Pictures Corporation. Enjoy!---Jen
No Platonic Love NC-17 G/B
By JA Chapman
Tell me no more of minds embracing minds And hearts exchanged for hearts, That spirits spirits meet, as winds do winds, And mix their subtlest parts; That two unembodied essences may kiss, And then like angels, twist and feel one bliss.
I was that silly thing that once was wrought To practice this thin love; I climbed from sex to soul, from soul to thought; But thinking there to move, Headlong I rolled from thought to soul, and then >From soul I lighted at the sex again.
As some strict down-looked men pretend to fast Who yet in closets eat, So lovers who profess they spirits taste, Feed yet on grosser meat; I know they boast they souls to souls convey, Howe'er they meet, the body is the way.
Come, I will undecieve thee: they that tread Those vain aerial ways Are like young heirs and alchemists, misled To waste their wealth and days; For searching thus to be forever rich, They only find a med'cine for the itch.
-William Cartwright (1611-1643)
"That is without a doubt, the most RIDICULOUS argument you have offered yet!" Bashir scoffed as they walked down the corridor.
Garak scowled slightly, "That, DOCTOR, is because as a member of the FEDERATION you cannot accept that there are other viewpoints and societal standards that may, in fact, contradict you're own!"
A few people passed them down the corridor and threw the two amused looks, but they were apparrently too far gone in the debate to notice.
"That's just excuse, Garak! We are talking about..."
O'Brien approached the two men, "Excuse me, fellas..."
"WHAT!?!" they both snapped.
O'Brien blinked, "Uh, have you seen Keiko?"
"No." Garak glared, "I haven't seen anyone, I have been too busy trying to argue some sense into the good doctor!"
"SENSE!?!" Julian seethed, "SNORT YOU would call it that, wouldn't you?"
"Meaning what, Doctor?" the Cardassians eyes flashed dangerously.
"I'll see you guys later," the Chief said backing away, before muttering under his breath, "give 'em hell, Julian!"
The two men continued the heated debate as they made their way down the hall. Dax and Kira gave the two men an amused look before catching up with the Chief.
"What's THAT all about?" Dax asked smiling.
"Ah, who knows with those two," Miles scoffed, "Always arguing one thing or another! Have you seen Keiko?"
"I think she in the Replimat talking to Leeta, why?" Dax asked curiously.
"I can't find my damned wetsuit and she left her comm badge in our quarters, again," he scowled, "I hate it when she moves stuff around." he complained as he headed toward the Promenade.
Dax shook her head as they continued their stroll, "Can you believe those two?"
Kira shot her a look, "They seem like every other married couple I've ever seen."
"I meant Julian and Garak," Dax smiled slightly.
She frowned, "They've been arguing like cats and voles ever since they've been back."
Dax snorted, "You should have seen them on the Defiant--I swear there were days that I just wanted to strangle them!"
Kira shrugged, "Well, as long as I don't have to be bothered with either one of them, they can argue all they want," Kira smiled curiously as she heard Dax's light chuckle, "What?"
"I was just thinking about what you said, earlier," she laughed softly, "Y'know, about 'married couples'?" she chuckled, "I just got a vision of Julian in a dress with his hair in curlers while Garak shouts 'To the moon, Alice'!"
Kira frowned, "Who's Alice?"
Dax sighed, "Never mind...but speaking of 'old married couples', how are you and the Constable coming along?"
Kira walked away shaking her head emphaticly, "Oh no--no you aren't EVEN going to get me..."
Dax chased her playfully down the hall, "Aw, but we could have a big wedding with lots of bridesmaids..."
"Get away from me!" Kira jogged away.
"Garak could design the dress!" Dax began to laugh as Kira shouted insults behind her.
"I'll be in charge of the bachelorette party!" she chuckled chasing her, "We'll rent a holosuite so Quark can clean up the mess!"
MEANWHILE
Julian punched the button on the wall angrily as he stomped into his quarters, "You are the most stubborn, misinformed person I have ever met!"
Garak glared as he followed him into the room, "And like the rest of your people you are idealistic to the point of ridiculousness!"
As the doors shut, Garak gave him a furious glare, "And furthermmmumph!"
Julian grabbed the Tailor's tunic with both hands and pulled him close for a savage kiss, tongues meeting and dueling furiously as his hands clawed through the other man's clothing.
Garak gasped for air as he literally tore off Julian's uniform and grabbed at the younger man's flesh, pulling him close with an almost bruising intensity.
Hands tugged at trousers, grabbing and pulling away cloth, as they hobbled across the room, toward the bed. They both fell on the hard mattress with an audible "Oomph!" as they continued to make love, furiously. Garak sucked and bit the doctor's neck, scraping his teeth along the silken expanse leaving marks. Julian moaned and clawed at his companion's back before tangling his hands in the soft black hair and kissing him so hard that their teeth scraped one another, bruising their lips. Neither cared.
Garak shoved the man down only to attack his chest with his mouth and tongue, licking and nibbling the smooth expanse, biting the brown nipples with painful eroticism.
"Ahhh!" Julian moaned, pushing him on his back and climbing on top of him. Julian growled savagely as he bit the ridges along the other man's neck causing him to gasp in both pain and pleasure before delving lower, his tongue following the washboard contours of his abdomen as he bit and teased, licking and kissing around his navel.
"Bastard!" Garak growled, his frustration reaching new heights as Bashir ignored his steely erection.
Julian looked up into the face of his lover cruelly before smiling and lapping catlike at the head of his member.
Garak gasped at his hips lifted off the bed, Julian's strong white teeth nibbled at the sponge-like crown and teased him to the point of maddness. He drew his mouth up and down the six inch erection, teasing and taunting without drawing him in.
Just when Garak thought he was past the point of control, his eyes firmly shut, Julian rose up to kiss him, his hand pumping the solid flesh, his mouth curved in a wicked but loving smile.
Garak rolled so that Julian was under him, the sheets pulling free from the corners in their passion. Sweat dripped from their bodies and Garak drank deeply of the other man's salty flesh. Without preamble he took the erection into his throat and teased him with his tongue, causing the other man to nearly lose control.
Julian gritted his teeth as tears of ectasy burned the corners of his eyes and he twisted his body so that he was facing the object of his desire, once again taking him in his mouth, but now applying a definate vacuum.
Garak had to be careful not to bite down as his body shuddered with a sudden near-orgasmic pleasure.
He withdrew his mouth and licked him, his hand locked tight around him as his mouth traveled toward the slightly hairy sacks beneath the generous erection. His breathed his essence in deeply, the scent of sex, and sweat and heat, causing him to tighten further illiciting a gasp from his lover, who showered his own erection with loving kisses.
Julian lifted his head and moaned, his body taunt as hundreds of stinging pin pricks seemed to run up and down this body, the hair on his arms and thighs lifting with the pleasurable sensation's Garak was inflicting upon him. His felt himself tighten painfully and gasped as the slightly cool sensation of his climax rose to the head of his penis.
Garak's mouth caught the sweet liquid as it flowed copiously from his lover, drinking deeply his own climax not far behind. Julian grunted animal-like, his face filling with determination as he sucked and pulled at Garak's erection, his hands grasping at the taunt thighs pulling him closer to the edge of maddness.
Garak nearly screamed as his felt Julian's searching fingers enter him to massage his sensitive prostate and exploded in a thousand points of liquid sensation, his semen bursting forth causing his to ache and shudder with pleasure.
Both men collasped, shuddering, their bodies giving off heat as they panted with the exertion of their love making. A short time later, Julian's head rose up from the ruined sheets to survey the damage, "We knocked over the lamp."
Garak looked up, his eyes drooping lazily, "Again? I didn't even notice."
Julian scooted to the top of the bed and drew himself into the tailor's embrace, "I don't think it's broken," he sighed, carressing the man's throat with his bruised lips.
Garak chuckled slightly, "I'll say one thing for the Federation: they may have no taste in furniture, but at least it's durable!"
Julian chuckled against the other man's lips as they both smiled and kissed, "You're incorrigable!"
Garak sucked and bit at the other man's lower lips and nuzzled his nose, "Would you have me any other way, my love?"
Julian kissed him deeply, "I'd have you in several ways, my darling--care for a demonstration?"
"Of course!" Garak said in mock sincerity, "After all, you don't expect me to just take YOUR word for it, do you?"
Julian chuckled and ran his strong hands over Garak's shoulders, "Do you think anyone knows about us?"
Garak paused for a moment, "I doubt it," he frowned, " Why? Do you want them to?"
Julian considered it for a moment in mock seriousness before kissing him again, "No-not now. If we tell them then we won't have any privacy, this way," he rolled over insinuating himself between Garak's thighs and rubbing his hardening erection over Garak's own, "I get you all to myself."
Garak gasped as Julian began to rub their bodies together, "Sounds like a plan to me!"
The two men's laughter soon gave way to moans and grunts of pleasure as they whiled away the hours in one another's arms.
The End...
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Olivia, tearing into her Garak action figure packaging
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