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I've been going through my stash of fic. I happened upon this. Might have posted it before, but it amused me re-reading it. I didn't realize how much I missed these guys.
A DAY IN THE MIRROR (UNIVERSE)
by BGM
“Sssay it,” Garak hissed, clenching his fist. Delicate links clashed together as the chain was stretched taut. At the end of it, traditional cuffs layered in tarnished gold circled a pair of thin wrists. Garak pulled, wrapping the chain around his hand as he did so, drawing his slave closer to him.
Captain Jules Bashir grimaced, managing to bring his fists up and successfully resisting the forceful beckon. “No,” he said defiantly.
Garak smiled knowingly and allowed the slack in the chain. “You realize it’s useless to fight me,” he whispered, tugging the chain playfully. “You’re new, I’ll tolerate your insignificant noncompliance for now. In fact,” he added, his eyes sweeping with appreciation over the slender tunic-clad Terran, “I’m counting on it.”
“You’re an asshole,” Jules sneered, making no move to avoid the Cardassian’s eyes. “And you’ll never make me yours.” With a surge of startling strength, he pulled his arms back and drew Garak against him. “Before I make you mine,” he leered malevolently.
Nearly having lost his grip on the chain, Gul Garak growled and swiveled around, bringing the chain with him and wrapping it quickly over Jules’ throat. He pulled hard, causing a satisfying yelp from the Terran. “I think you’re suffering from delusional grandeur, my boy. I’m no one’s property but my own. You, on the other hand, are a mere Terran. A Terran whose body I desire. And a Terran whose spirit I wish to break. Goals I’ve set myself, pet, and goals I will achieve,” he hissed in the delicate shell of his ear.
Jules coughed, clawing at the chain. Garak relented, easing the pressure an infinitesimal amount. “Say it,” he demanded once more.
“Fuck you,” Jules rasped.
Garak simpered. “I see that you’ll require a bit of work.”
<><><>
“They’re at it again,” she said, rubbing the ridges of her nose. “This is becoming tiresome. How am I to run this station if my second officer is off rutting with prisoners?” She grimaced and turned the monitoring device off. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d execute that Terran for criminal distraction,” she smirked. “But, I do need him,” she added reluctantly.
Dukat clucked his tongue as he swept his hand lazily across her bare thigh. “Let them be, Nerys. I’m sure Garak will demonstrate caution if the Terran decides to use his masculine wiles.” He lowered his mouth to her flesh, tracing the tantalizing curve of her leg with his tongue.
Kira settled back amid the cushions and sighed happily. “Hmmperhaps,” she drawled languidly, closing her eyes. Dukat’s lips formed a smile against her skin, and he gently parted her knees.
<><><>
Garak staggered out of his quarters, rubbing his head. “Curse that Terran!” he yelled, wincing when the throbbing in his brain increased. “Curse him,” he squeaked.
Across from him, the door parted and admitted a disheveled Kira. She was holding a disrupter in one hand and a bed sheet in the other to cover herself with. “Where is he?” she snarled murderously, scanning the corridor. Garak then caught the smoking chains dangling from her wrists.
“Hard night?”
“That bastard cuffed me, CUFFED me to my own bed! Me! I’ll feed him his testicles!” she roared, slapping her palm on a control panel.
“I submit to you, my dear Intendant, that they are long gone,” Garak informed her, peering absently at his hand and detecting there dark blotches of blood. He’d broken skin, the little tart.
Sighing, Kira closed the channel. “You may be right.” With an afterthought, she cuffed Garak with the butt of her disrupter across his shoulder. “This is all your fault!” she accused.
“Me?! How is this my fault?” he demanded.
“You, entertaining prisoners in your quarters! This would have never happened had you had more sense!”
Garak couldn’t believe his ears. “Me? You were sleeping with a suspected dissident! Didn’t the thought cross your mind that he was using you to gather information?”
Revelation dawned in the woman’s eyes. “He accessed my terminal!”
“And you accuse me,” he muttered.
Disappointed with this turn of events, Kira sighed and threw the disrupter forlornly inside her quarters. “Get out of that uniform,” she mumbled, advancing toward Garak’s quarters.
Garak widened his eyes as he backed away. “Pardon me?”
“You heard me! I’m very upset at the moment, and you’re the only available body in the vicinity. Now strip out of those clothes and get on your bed.” As they disappeared inside Garak’s quarters, the last thing that reached the corridor before the door closed was Kira’s yell at the replicator asking for “the biggest Klingon phallus the quadrant has ever produced”.
There might have been another cry, but that could have been Garak as he scrambled toward the nearest available escape hatch.
END
Be prepared for a few of these oldies popping up in a row ... I'm feeling nostalgic. ;)
A DAY IN THE MIRROR (UNIVERSE)
by BGM
“Sssay it,” Garak hissed, clenching his fist. Delicate links clashed together as the chain was stretched taut. At the end of it, traditional cuffs layered in tarnished gold circled a pair of thin wrists. Garak pulled, wrapping the chain around his hand as he did so, drawing his slave closer to him.
Captain Jules Bashir grimaced, managing to bring his fists up and successfully resisting the forceful beckon. “No,” he said defiantly.
Garak smiled knowingly and allowed the slack in the chain. “You realize it’s useless to fight me,” he whispered, tugging the chain playfully. “You’re new, I’ll tolerate your insignificant noncompliance for now. In fact,” he added, his eyes sweeping with appreciation over the slender tunic-clad Terran, “I’m counting on it.”
“You’re an asshole,” Jules sneered, making no move to avoid the Cardassian’s eyes. “And you’ll never make me yours.” With a surge of startling strength, he pulled his arms back and drew Garak against him. “Before I make you mine,” he leered malevolently.
Nearly having lost his grip on the chain, Gul Garak growled and swiveled around, bringing the chain with him and wrapping it quickly over Jules’ throat. He pulled hard, causing a satisfying yelp from the Terran. “I think you’re suffering from delusional grandeur, my boy. I’m no one’s property but my own. You, on the other hand, are a mere Terran. A Terran whose body I desire. And a Terran whose spirit I wish to break. Goals I’ve set myself, pet, and goals I will achieve,” he hissed in the delicate shell of his ear.
Jules coughed, clawing at the chain. Garak relented, easing the pressure an infinitesimal amount. “Say it,” he demanded once more.
“Fuck you,” Jules rasped.
Garak simpered. “I see that you’ll require a bit of work.”
<><><>
“They’re at it again,” she said, rubbing the ridges of her nose. “This is becoming tiresome. How am I to run this station if my second officer is off rutting with prisoners?” She grimaced and turned the monitoring device off. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d execute that Terran for criminal distraction,” she smirked. “But, I do need him,” she added reluctantly.
Dukat clucked his tongue as he swept his hand lazily across her bare thigh. “Let them be, Nerys. I’m sure Garak will demonstrate caution if the Terran decides to use his masculine wiles.” He lowered his mouth to her flesh, tracing the tantalizing curve of her leg with his tongue.
Kira settled back amid the cushions and sighed happily. “Hmmperhaps,” she drawled languidly, closing her eyes. Dukat’s lips formed a smile against her skin, and he gently parted her knees.
<><><>
Garak staggered out of his quarters, rubbing his head. “Curse that Terran!” he yelled, wincing when the throbbing in his brain increased. “Curse him,” he squeaked.
Across from him, the door parted and admitted a disheveled Kira. She was holding a disrupter in one hand and a bed sheet in the other to cover herself with. “Where is he?” she snarled murderously, scanning the corridor. Garak then caught the smoking chains dangling from her wrists.
“Hard night?”
“That bastard cuffed me, CUFFED me to my own bed! Me! I’ll feed him his testicles!” she roared, slapping her palm on a control panel.
“I submit to you, my dear Intendant, that they are long gone,” Garak informed her, peering absently at his hand and detecting there dark blotches of blood. He’d broken skin, the little tart.
Sighing, Kira closed the channel. “You may be right.” With an afterthought, she cuffed Garak with the butt of her disrupter across his shoulder. “This is all your fault!” she accused.
“Me?! How is this my fault?” he demanded.
“You, entertaining prisoners in your quarters! This would have never happened had you had more sense!”
Garak couldn’t believe his ears. “Me? You were sleeping with a suspected dissident! Didn’t the thought cross your mind that he was using you to gather information?”
Revelation dawned in the woman’s eyes. “He accessed my terminal!”
“And you accuse me,” he muttered.
Disappointed with this turn of events, Kira sighed and threw the disrupter forlornly inside her quarters. “Get out of that uniform,” she mumbled, advancing toward Garak’s quarters.
Garak widened his eyes as he backed away. “Pardon me?”
“You heard me! I’m very upset at the moment, and you’re the only available body in the vicinity. Now strip out of those clothes and get on your bed.” As they disappeared inside Garak’s quarters, the last thing that reached the corridor before the door closed was Kira’s yell at the replicator asking for “the biggest Klingon phallus the quadrant has ever produced”.
There might have been another cry, but that could have been Garak as he scrambled toward the nearest available escape hatch.
END
Be prepared for a few of these oldies popping up in a row ... I'm feeling nostalgic. ;)
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What a terrible shame you didn't elaborate on the Garak/Bashir some more.
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:)