Summary: Damar gives us a lesson in Cardassian flirting and tells of his visit to DS9. When the environmental controls in Damar’s guest quarters malfunction, Garak turns out to be extremely hospitable.

Notes: Set after Return to Grace (Season 4). Dukat is in a politically powerful position in Central Command.

Told by Damar, it contains explicit sexual scenes between two fully-grown Cardassian males. If you don’t approve of such things please don’t read it.

This is my first story, so feedback is very welcome to <Seska9@yahoo.com>.

Disclaimer: Anything that creeps and crawls on Deep Space Nine and Cardassia Prime belongs to Paramount Pictures, but this story is all mine.

Maybe you have often asked yourself, how exactly do two Cardassians get it together? Well, in the interest of cross-cultural exchange, I’d like to present you with an example from my own rich experience. However, I will tell you this story only once, if it ever came to Dukat’s ears he would have me assassinated and I prefer him not to.

Let’s just say I had been through quite a rough time. Gul Dukat had lead us into combat with the Klingons on the Groumall; a battle which we won by pure luck, if you ask me. Upon our glorious return to Cardassia he had been reinstated into his former post as Legate.

Dukat – in the past year he had become everything to me, first my commander, then my mentor and finally my lover. But despite the fact that he had instantly promoted me to First Grade Glinn, thus making me his personal advisor, he had become obsessed by only one thing: his daughter Ziyal. As Dukat was not interested in anything else I had no real task on my hands. I returned to my old freighter assignments and needless to say, became frustrated.

It was not Ziyal’s fault, she was caught in the middle. Like the rest of crew of the Groumall, I had grown rather fond of her. One day on my way back from one of our shipments I decided to visit her.

Arriving on Deep Space Nine, I dragged myself out of the airlock. These damn bright lights and this awful chill. Must be pure hell for Ziyal and even more for her friend Garak. Before I could take a bath and sit down to a proper meal, I was to meet her at Quark’s Bar. A shame she’s not here, I just hate waiting around in a bar on my own. I had barely settled down with some nice hot red leaf tea when I heard a voice addressing me.

"Ah, Glinn Damar, isn’t it? What a pleasant surprise! Now what brings you to this station?"

I had never actually spoken to Garak before, but what I had heard about him was intriguing to say the least. The chance of seeing eye to eye with this character that had fallen so much from grace with the Obsidian Order was quite something. I can’t say that I particularly liked all of what I had been told. No better than any of the other agents, interrogating, torturing,...

He had once been Gul Tain’s protege and that alone made him a fascinating man.

Also – he was Dukat’s worst enemy...

"Garak, so, finally we meet", I said looking up from my tea, "I have come to visit Ziyal.".

He gave me a broad smile "Oh, I am afraid she left for Bajor about three hours ago together with Major Kira. May I join you instead?"

"That would be nice, although, I just wanted to finish this and then have a lie down. Spending a whole week on a freighter filled to the brim with ladarium mining sluice is quite exhausting."

"Ah, well, then maybe you will allow me to show you to your quarters."

"Yes," I said, rather delighted about the newly found company, "that is very kind of you."

My dear audience, as you have noticed the air was already so thick with heavy flirting you could cut the pheromones with a knife. I started to wonder what I had let myself into...

The cold temperature in my guest quarters hit me like a brick wall. This was exactly what I had dreaded. Garak saw that I was now shivering even more. He immediately inspected the switch panel.

"It looks like the environmental controls are not working."

I sighed, "I will have to report this to engineering."

"If you like you can eat in my quarters and stay there until it is repaired."

"...and if you like you can stay until I have also given YOU a good inspection." Guls, this man surely doesn’t waste any time. When I came to think about it though, the prospect of Garak leading me straight into his bedroom seemed like a very enticing way of getting back at Dukat.

The room temperature in Garak’s quarters was a pleasant 40 degrees Celsius, along with dimmed lights.

"Oh, don’t just stand there, please come in." He ushered me further inside.

I took a closer look at him as he busied himself in some corner of the room. Despite the fact that he was a good thirteen years older than me, he was remarkably attractive and well groomed.

He’s a tailor – occupational hazard.

I didn’t want to stare so I turned to the viewport. My armour was weighing heavy on my chest, absent-mindedly I unclasped it and placed it in a corner.

"You can see Cardassia Prime if you look hard enough," he said from behind me, "Would you like some kanaar?"

"Yes, thank you."

Garak returned with two glasses of the blue liquid which I hoped would very soon warm me from inside.

"So, you have come to see Ziyal?"

My friends, we have come to the main part of my lesson, so please pay close attention and watch the expert at work.

I collected my thoughts. I should poke at his failings just a little, to show him that I want to argue. As we both stood in front of the viewport, I made a gesture towards the Cardassian homeworld. "Yes, I felt like seeing an old friend. Don’t you ever get homesick out here?"

For a moment he was silent. I wonder whether I’ve twisted the knife just a bit too far?

"You haven’t been sleeping well, have you? You look really bad, Damar.", he remarked suddenly.

He’s ignoring my question. That’s better, this promises to become an entertaining evening. "Well, you know what it’s like on freighters, I haven’t eaten properly in four days..."

He draped himself on the settee. "Still shipping raw material across space, hmm, not particularly fulfilling is it? How’s Dukat these days?"

I gave a sarcastic laugh.

"Oh, I see, that bad is it?" He was suddenly looking very interested.

I sat down. He moved in closer.

"Damar," he smiled knowingly, "if you want any insight into the great Dukat’s mind you don’t have to be Betazoid. He is only driven by one thing: taking care of Number One. Could it be that you are taking revenge on him by secretly meeting Ziyal behind his back?"

"Now why would I do that?", I asked. "You don’t seriously think I am interested in her?"

Raising an eye ridge, he gave me a suggestive look. "You spent plenty of time with her on the Groumall." Now how on Cardassia Prime does he know about this? "Come on, a pretty girl like her and a handsome young fellow like you, I wouldn’t be surprised."

I was slowly getting very annoyed – sorry, aroused. "Don’t assume too much, Garak. I am not like you with your insatiable..."

He cut me off, "Yes, Damar, I think you are indeed quite different from me. When you pursue someone you do it with impertinence and much less class."

Oh, this man is incredible. I started shifting in my seat to accommodate my growing erection. "Don’t mistake me for Dukat."

He leaned back and watched me. "I’m intrigued now. What exactly is your problem with Dukat? He put you where you always wanted to be, in Central Command. You must be really pleased to be able to boss so many people around now that you are his aide."

"Maybe that’s what you did when you were Gul Tain’s personal advisor, but you shouldn’t conclude that I am as egocentric as you." I spat.

"But you just love to order people around, come on Damar, it’s in your nature!"

I was right. Quite obviously he is attracted to me otherwise he wouldn’t start to flirt with me so blatantly. I decided to let him simmer down for a moment. "Garak, I am hardly in a position of power at the moment. But Dukat is and he’s not using it to change things for the better."

"Hmm, he was never very clever. That’s where you two go together rather well. I’ll tell you what though, he doesn’t trust the government anymore. He has seen that it is totally incompetent. And for once I agree with him. But – his post as Legate suits him well; nice and cosy, you know."

"Excuse me, Gul Dukat was very brave to fight the Klingons with a crew of 20...."

"Yes," he mused, "only he would try something so reckless."

I decided to strike back – right below the belt. "At least he is not such a ruthless and overbearing know-it-all like Gul Tain."

Garak was unimpressed. "No, actually Dukat is much worse. He wouldn’t let Cardassian interests get in the way of his personal ambitions. If he doesn’t like it, he just goes off somewhere else. This miserable little bastard has forsaken everything Cardassia stands for." Garak snorted, got up and went over to the replicator. "You follow him around like a puppy. Pathetic...I’ll make us something to eat, shall I?"

I felt like grabbing him and wrestling him to the ground right there. I jumped up from the settee."…Ha, that’s really rich coming from someone who fell out with the Obsidian Order. You are enemy of the state number one. You betrayed Cardassia yourself."

"Well, at least I wouldn’t do anything as stupid as taking my 17-year-old daughter who has absolutely no military training into a battle! Ziyal wouldn’t even recognise a phaser rifle if it hit her over the head."

Now he was starting to bitch about my friends.

"Well, YOU wouldn’t give a damn about your family, that’s why they disowned you and were so over the moon when you were exiled. At least Dukat loves and respects Ziyal."

"Oh, I can see that he loves and respects her," he cried, "that’s why he dumped her on this gul-forsaken station. Love and respect, yes, very much so!"

"Of course, as you would let down everyone for your own advantage love and respect aren’t exactly part of your vocabulary." I said nonchalantly.

My gaze fell onto his swollen neck ridges. I had to admit it looked extremely fetching on him. Here we are, both sneaking around each other like two cats, none of us wanting to make the first move.

"Well, let’s not dwell on the past," he chirped, rubbing his palms, "Come, I have made us some dinner." Garak could see that I was getting increasingly restless. "You’re taking this very personally aren’t you? Could it be that there’s more to this than just political betrayal?"

"I don’t know what you mean." I decided to play dumb.

I sat down at the laid table. Somewhere In the back of my mind, I was still thinking of Dukat. This man had selfishly abandoned Cardassian interests and then deserted his own flesh and blood. What hurts most of all is that Dukat never had any true and honest feelings for me, treating me like a common soldier, who was good enough to satisfy his sexual needs. I hate myself for having played along with it.

Garak was just about to uncover this foolishness of mine.

"Damar," he looked up at me from his plate, "I was also once a young officer. I know the pressures you can come under. Especially from your superiors." Now his eyes were fixing me intensely. "The price you pay for falling out with your mentor can sometimes be very high, believe me."

"What are you trying to imply?", I said, piling some sem’hal stew into my dish, "You were exiled from Cardassia for high treason. Everybody knows that."

"Is that so?" he chuckled.

I started eating, Garak watching me with interest, waiting for me to spill the secret. I tried to steer the subject back to the glorious battle. "I have to admit though, Dukat is rather courageous and ambitious...he’s a very intelligent man."

"Yes, as I said, whimsical. Oh, I understand more than you think. I’m sure you too can be quite a handful...", he grinned lewdly.

"I beg your pardon," I said with a full mouth, "I am NOT whimsical, I never failed to carry out his orders and I have always been a loyal aide. Unlike you..."

He was unimpressed. "That’s not quite what I meant, but now that you mention it, I’m sure Dukat used you for all kinds of dirty little jobs, didn’t he? None of them were too small for you."

"Look, he is my superior officer..."

"...and your mentor and...well...I’m curious, Damar: didn’t you just totally fall for his grand affectations?"

I abandoned my taspar eggs and looked up at him.

Garak was on a roll. He walked around the table and sat down next to me. Leaning close, he hissed: "The great war hero that Dukat likes to see himself as, ...didn’t you worship the ground he walked on...? Didn’t he make you want him so much that you let him fuck you?"

I winced and threw my fork on the plate. "Guls, don’t you dare speak to me like that!"

"Oh, many others do the same with their superiors, but it is utterly disgraceful and undignified," he said tilting his head "and you know it."

I jumped up from the chair, grabbed his tunic and dragged him to his feet. "What Dukat and I do together is absolutely none of your concern..."

He just sneered, "Damar, you are nothing but a whore. You have successfully slept your way into Central Command. That’s all there is to it."

For a moment I was so close to him I could feel his erection against my leg. I flung him around and the next thing he knew I had him in a head lock. I forced him forward, down onto his knees.

"I really should kill you right here with my bare hands, you miserable little tailor." I hissed from behind him.

"You wouldn’t dare, you’re too much of a coward.", he managed.

In my weakened state I couldn’t hold him down any longer. With a quick move he had freed himself from, me pushed me against the settee and straddled my legs. Kneeling over me he gripped both my wrists. With his face only half an inch away from mine he was still breathless: "Not only are you a stupid coward, you are also weak." He had this incredibly hungry look in his eyes.

Oh yes, weak, I am truly getting weak for you now, Garak.

Suddenly he smiled, let go and cupped my face in his hands, "You know what Damar," he spoke very softly as he brushed his thumb over my lips, "you are truly a wonderful mate."

Here, my friends, we had finally come to the very important turning point of Cardassian flirting. After all the arguing the other person has to acknowledge that you are an equal and worthy partner for them.

Garak started slowly trailing a finger down the twin ear ridges, around the two ridges on my chin, finally tracing it across my trembling mouth.

"Ohhh, well...you’re not bad yourself. " I said, grinning.

I searched for his mouth in the dim light. He gently kneaded my neck ridges while I caught his lower lip and parted his lips with my tongue. His mouth was so warm and velvety that I wanted to remain there forever.

Garak slowly pulled the undershirt out of my trousers and over my head. He tenderly ran his fingertips across my chest, "I haven’t seen such a beautiful scaly chest in a long time...", he mumbled. Then he paused.

"What’s wrong, Garak," I asked softly as I stroked his thighs, "do you want to stop?"

"Not if you want to continue...Damar,... it gets lonely out here. It’s been a long time since someone has showed me their affection."

You can’t imagine how lonely it can get on Cardassia.

He caressed my forehead ridges, inhaled the scent of my hair and buried his face in it. "I really love your hair, it’s so thick. It smells different than Gul Madred’s, sweeter....," then he had that lewd grin on his face again, "Will you let me find out what the rest of you smells and tastes like?" This made me gasp out loud. I wanted him really badly now, naked, obviously. My dear audience, the best was yet to come. Now I had to undress him.

My hands slipped under his tunic. Up his stomach, over his shoulders and down again. He moaned softly as I brushed over his nipples with my thumbs. His skin was smooth and warm, the body of someone who doesn’t spend half his life on stuffy freighters and war ships. Despite this he seemed to be quite muscular. I thought of that relaxing bath that I wanted so badly. How delightful, if I let him make love to me in the warm water...

As I kneeled above him, removing his tunic, he explored my legs and buttocks through my trousers. He clung to my waist, moving his lips across my stomach, eyes closed. Garak started to unclasp my trousers, moving dangerously close to my protruding erection. It drove me half insane.

"Ohhh, please..." I whispered.

Then his mouth found its way downward, across the scales just above my aching cock and then back up again. While he gazed into my eyes, he slowly freed my erection from its constraint.

I took his face in my hands and kissed him before I gently pulled back his head and trailed my lips over his neck. He let out a long sigh.

He suddenly turned serious as he traced the curve of my hip, "Allow me to make love to you, Damar. But...I won’t go inside you…your body is sore and I don’t want to cause you pain."

I sighed. Being fucked by Dukat had always been a fairly quick affair. Often it had hurt and never really satisfied me. For lovemaking Dukat had his wife, he didn’t need me, so he didn’t make an effort. "Kiss me again, please, I like that so much..." I mumbled as he nibbled his way across my neck ridges.

He pulled me closer and covered my whole face with tiny kisses.

"Tonight will be special, Damar, I promise. I’ll do everything to make you feel good..." Garak was so different from anything I had imagined. He’s an Obsidian Agent and I wouldn’t trust him with my life...but he’s so sensual, compassionate, soft. All the things I need now from someone so badly. And he needs the same from me.

I laid him down on his back, stroking the inside of his thighs through the fabric, moving upwards....

My gaze fell on his crotch. The pronounced curve of his bulge tempted me into gently revealing it from the tight trousers. As I lay beside him I took another look into his beautiful deep blue eyes.

Meanwhile his hands wandered from my shoulders across my waist to the hips and finally my behind. He turned me onto my front and trailed his mouth across my back, over my buttocks and stroked his fingers around the cleft, carefully avoiding going inside.

I turned, aiming to touch and kiss his smooth gray cock, rubbing my erection against his, whose tip was already brightly glistening with pre-ejaculate. Oh, how good that feels! He refrained from the treatment he was giving my behind as I leaned down and carefully took the tip of his cock into my mouth. He cried out. I started slithering my tongue around its opening, as he clawed his hands into my neck ridges. Garak held me tighter and started to slowly thrust into my mouth.

His breathing became more and more shallow and he probably felt his release approaching too soon because he suddenly pulled me away. I could see sweet revenge in his eyes as he took my erection into both his hands, squeezed it lightly, occasionally brushing its head with his fingertips... The feeling was so intense that it made me dizzy. I reached to his buttocks, into the crack and trailed my slippery finger around his opening. Once again I explored the warm depths of his mouth. He took my own cock, now thickly covered with its natural lubrication, between his legs. I responded instantly with a growl.

I must have dug into his hair a little too hard, because he stopped to let me recover. "We have all the time in the world, we don’t want to rush things, do we?" he smiled as he kissed and caressed my eye ridges. "Don’t let me wait, please", I begged, "one touch from you and I will..."

He had already gone to work on the sensitive underside of my arms, first kissing then stroking and scratching.

I wanted to scream. Guls, I am so unbearably close...

As if he had read my mind he reached down briefly enclosing the whole of my erection with his mouth. I moaned helplessly and clawed my fingers into his back. I could not hold back for much longer. I grabbed his cock as he slid mine between his thighs. Moments later I felt his warm seed spilling over my hand and this brought on my own release. Completely exhausted, I held him close until he stopped trembling and dozed off.

As I got up and gathered the various items of my uniform together my whole body was still tingling.

I haven’t felt this way since I was with Entek seven years ago.

Entek had been another Obsidian Agent and let me tell you, Cardassian agents – male or female – are all the same. On the outside they seem so detached and uninvolved; that’s how they like you to see them. All this air of mystery is quite a powerful aphrodisiac and most of them play on that. But don’t you ever trust them or open up to them, because all they want is to find your weaknesses so that they can manipulate you. You can imagine how vigilant I was by now

I felt so exposed from the intense physical and emotional experience that I almost didn’t want to leave Garak’s quarters. Nevertheless, I decided we should check Quark’s once again for any sign of Ziyal.

When we entered the bar I saw her sitting at a table.

"Garak, oh, Damar, how wonderful to see you." Ziyal jumped up and gave me a big hug, "I’ve been waiting for you for five hours, where have you been? "

I looked at Garak rather alarmed, you little weasel... he just grinned.

"Looks like you’ve made a new friend..." she said, nudging Garak and looking in my direction.

At that moment Chief O’Brien came up to me and said: " Glinn Damar, I’ve spent a whole hour checking the environmental controls in your quarters and I really can’t find any fault. I have reset the temperature, hope you will find everything to your liking and have a very pleasant stay."

"Yes, Chief, I think I will", I replied, eyeing Garak.

So that is almost all there is to say about Cardassian mating. Some of you may find it strange, but I hope I have taught you well, so that next time you flirt with a Cardie you will be successful. But learn one thing from my story: if an Obsidian Agent ever sets their sights on you they will do anything to get you into bed. ... and, believe me, it will be all worthwhile.