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Tease
by Mark Russel Stanley

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Garak heard the flat, rythmic beeping as he neared the correct corridor.
He smiled to himself as he saw the tuxedo-clad man chained to the long
steel beam.

Bashir turned as he entered. The young man's face twisted in a resigned
smile. "Garak."

"There you are, Doctor! The lava again, is it?"

"What have you done with Honey Bare?"

"Nothing. I simply deleted her from the program."

Garak came to stand in front of the younger man. He smiled blandly to
mask his scrutiny. Julian had obviously been anticipating the
Professor's arrival with no little pleasure: the golden face was flushed
and there were certain telltale signs of arousal that had not been
evident last time...

Julian gazed warily at him. His smile turned lecherous. "I see you enjoy
being handcuffed, my dear boy. Perhaps it's just as well that I deleted
the key in her pocket along with her..."

Julian's eyes widened. The younger man stared at him with huge amber
eyes, trembling noticibly. "Garak...?"

Garak examined the way he was cuffed to the beam. The cuffs did not
attach him, simply held his wrists together on the other side of the
beam. Good. "You will kneel," he told Julian in a tone that forbade all
argument.

His eyes glued to Garak's, Julian took a step back so his feet were
behind the bottom of the beam. Leaning heavily on the cold red steel, he
slid down very slowly.

Something in his eyes changed on the way. He was no longer afraid. He
took his time, letting Garak savour the submission, the trust... Garak
stopped himself from shivering just in time. He looked down at the young
human.

"What do you want?"

Julian swallowed, then licked his lips. "I want to suck you."

Garak waited. Julian's eyes implored him. "Will you let me suck you,
Elim? Please...?"

Garak smiled. He toyed with the idea of waiting for Julian to call him
'master', but decided against it. The faintly amused light at the back
of Julian's pleading eyes told him that particular submission would
*not* be forthcoming.

He unbuttoned and unzipped the trousers of his own tuxedo, releasing his
erection. He stayed out of range and watched as Julian's head tipped
forward, reaching...

A long moment of enjoying the tilt of the long, slender human neck, and
he finally relented, stepping close to Julian. Julian smiled up at him.
"You may have me, my dear," Garak murmured.

With a soft moan, Julian took him. The oddly cool human mouth enveloped
him, and he gasped as the jolts of pleasure followed. Julian's agile
tongue traced the patterns of scale. The soft voice cried out for him,
and hard teeth scraped at the protective ridge as that maddening tongue
dipped inside and tickled the sensitive glans it covered. He held
himself back for as long as he could, but too soon he grasped Julian's
dark curls, steadied his head, and began to thrust into his mouth.

Julian relaxed and opened his throat, closing his eyes. He still moaned
quietly, Garak felt it more than heard it as his cock entered Julian's
throat again and again, until he gave a strangled cry of his own and
came in Julian's mouth.

Shakily, he withdrew, and gazed down into Julian's smiling face.

Julian looked over at the beeping console. "Computer, end program."

They were suddenly in the grid room. Julian held out a hand.

Garak helped him up, then straightened his own clothing. "Meet me in my
shop in an hour. We have some things to discuss."

Julian nodded.

As he left, Garak could not supress a genuine smile.

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The End