"Significant Other"

DS9, Du/G, G/Du/B
by Invicta

DETAILS: DS9, G/Du, G/B/Du, NC-17. Copyright (c) Invicta, March 1999.
Please send any feedback to invicta11@yahoo.com.
WARNING: This story contains explicit m/m sex and bdsm. There's also some violence, but it's entirely consensual and written within a sexual context. Like Klingons do, you know...  ;o)
TIMING: early 4th season DS9.
SUMMARY: Garak meets with his secret lover Gul Dukat for a night of fun and passion. Afterwards, Garak decides that Bashir really should have some fun too...
DISCLAIMER: Star Trek DS9 and all of the Star Trek characters are owned by Paramount Pictures. All rights are reserved and no infringement is meant.

He moved quickly and silently through the corridors, his eyes constantly scanning the area, alert for any sign of trouble. Fortunately everything was quiet. It was 21.30 hours; most people were either in their quarters or using the entertainment facilities on the promenade. He heaved a silent sigh of relief five minutes later as he reached the right airlock. Then he carefully entered a stream of commands to the airlock's control panel, and watched with satisfaction as the door rolled open. There was a ship docked at the other end.

It was a comfort to get inside the airlock and have the door close
behind him. He did not care to contemplate the consequences if any of
the DS9 staff had spotted him. This was an area of the station which
he had no valid reason to be in, so his presence might have been
questioned. It could have been explained away he supposed, but that
would take a while, and it would get between him and his objective. Still,
the greatest chance of discovery lay ahead. If he were to trigger an
alarm, and there would be many active alarms on this ship right now,
the consequences could be unpleasant.

He drew a scanner from his tunic pocket. He had rebuilt and enhanced
this device recently, in the hope that it would increase his chances
of succeeding in his mission. Last time the standard scanner that he
used had not been up to the job, and he had been caught. Furtively he
made his way along the ship's corridors. Much to his delight the
scanner proved to be extremely effective. He was able to detect and
neutralise the hidden sensor alarms as he went, although each one took
at least two minutes to deal with. The intruder's senses were on full
alert. His heart thumped rapidly and he could feel the adrenaline
rushing through his body. In a way this was a pleasant feeling; he
always liked a challenge.

Several crew members passed by at one point and he was only just able
to hide from them in time. He knew that they wouldn't set off the
alarms, because each one was primed to activate only when it detected
his own DNA signature. Of course the crew of this ship would also be
on the lookout for him. If they captured him it would lead to a bonus
in their next salary. Plus, they would earn the approval of their commanding
officer. Those were hardly insignificant incentives to track him down,
as the intruder knew all too well.

The man that he had entered this ship to find had been his target on
more than one occasion in the past. Consequently his quarters would
probably be at a different location this time, for added security. The
invader had to find out where they were situated. He slipped inside a
cargo bay and accessed the computer with exquisite caution. There
would be traps set for him here too, but was very capable when it came
to the use of computer technology. After 20 minutes of painstakingly
careful work he had found the right location without being identified
by the computer. He muttered a curse under his breath. It was seven
levels below him and on the other side of the ship. He could not
possibly use the turbolifts without being caught. No choice then but
to crawl around the maintenance conduits like a vole. Before closing
down the computer he scanned the corridor outside for any sentient beings
within 30 metres. There were none, so he left the room.

It took him a long time to reach the right spot, since it was only
prudent to use a highly circuitous route. But finally he arrived at
the place that he was looking for. He expertly overrode the security
system and the door slid open. Silently, he stepped inside the room.
The living area was empty but by using his scanner he was able to
confirm that his target was inside the bedroom. Still checking for sensor
alarms but finding none in the vicinity, he entered the sleeping area without
making a sound. The one that he had infiltrated this vessel at such
risk to find occupied the bed. He was face down and almost completely
covered up by heavy blankets. Only the usual Cardassian black hair
could be seen, strewn all across the pillow. With a triumphant smile,
Elim Garak took out a phaser.

"Goodbye Dukat," he said calmly, and fired. The body jerked once, just
for a moment, and then it was still.

But after only a few seconds the silence was broken by the sound of
slow, ironic hand clapping. Garak turned around without surprise to
see the real Gul Dukat, who was very much alive and well. Dukat had
just emerged from a closet and was looking at Garak with an amused
expression on his face.

"Very good Elim, very good indeed. You know, I really thought that I
had you beaten again this time."

Garak laughed softly. "Don't get too confident, Janinsi Dukat. I'll
always be able to find new ways to outwit you... however much you
improve security around here."

"So it would seem," murmured Dukat with a rueful smile. Then he
reached out and pulled the passive form out of the bed. It was in fact
a dummy, shaped exactly to Dukat's height, looks, colouring and build.

"I'll put him back in the closet until next time, shall I Elim?"

"Please do. You know, I do so enjoy the experience of trying to kill
you, Janinsi. And actually killing you is even more fun. There's a
certain satisfaction that comes from using my abilities to bypass your
little traps and snares."

"Then it's a shame that those abilities so often seem to let you
down," Dukat replied sarcastically. But the biting tone was belied by
the warmth in his eyes as he gazed at Garak. "Did anyone see you come
here?"

"No. I was careful, as always. Do you think I want anyone to discover
that those implacable enemies Garak and Dukat are really friends...
and lovers?"

Dukat chuckled. "Indeed not. So, since you made it all the way here
and killed me so cleverly, I presume that I must pay the appropriate
penalty now?"

Garak stiffened slightly, but then he seemed to relax.
"We'll discuss the matter of a penalty after I do this-" he said
firmly. And then he took Dukat into his arms and kissed him.   

Dukat remained still for a moment since the kiss was unexpected. But
soon he was responding eagerly to Garak's familiar but always exciting
touch. Garak slipped his tongue into Dukat's mouth commandingly. His
arms wrapped around Dukat's waist, pressing the other man towards him.
They kissed long and hard.
 
Dukat was the one to end the kiss at last. "I'd like to know what form
my forfeit is going to take," he commented.

"Oh, I'm sure you would," said Garak with an enigmatic smile. "Could
it be that you're a little concerned about what I'll do to you?
Perhaps you're worried I'll really make you suffer, as retribution for
last time?"

Dukat grinned. "Well - perhaps I am a touch anxious. It was somewhat
cruel, your last punishment."

"Indeed it was," replied Garak, remembering that night with more than
a little resentment.

When Dukat visited DS9 they often played this game. Garak would
attempt to break in to the ship and 'kill' Dukat. In reality he merely
applied various forms of attack to the dummy, if he was actually able
to reach Dukat's quarters. Before starting he made sure to contact
Dukat and confirm with him that everything was ready. This was so that
there was no possibility of the real Gul Dukat being hurt instead of
the dummy. As long as Dukat always waited in the closet until Garak's
'mission' was over, his safety was assured. If Garak was apprehended
during the attack then he paid a penalty of Dukat's choice. This was often,
but not always, sexual in nature. But if he was successful, then he got to
choose the penalty and inflict it on Dukat instead.

"I had thought that you might not come to me tonight," Dukat said,
with a confident smile which did not reach his eyes. Something in
Garak's expression frightened him a little. "You were quite subdued
last time, after we played out our little comedy."

"Oh, I think that I had every right to be subdued..." Garak replied
quietly but with a steely edge to his voice.

"Then there is no doubt that you want your revenge?" Dukat said, with
a charming smile that made Garak want to fuck him then and there.

"Yes, I do. Wouldn't you?"

It had been the most humiliating experience of his life. First being
stripped and put across Dukat's knee for a sound spanking. That hadn't
been too bad; in fact, he'd quite liked it. But then, naked, chained
and on a leash, he'd been led around every public area of this ship by
Dukat. The engine room, the mess hall, the recreation area, the
sickbay, even the bridge. And all the time he had been forced to crawl
on all fours like an animal, and to act like an animal as well.
Naturally the Cardassian crew had laughed hysterically at the sight of
their commanding officer's new pet. Then they'd made all manner of
crude and sarcastic comments about him as they followed his progress
around the ship gleefully.  Oh yes; he wanted revenge all right.

"I suppose I would," Dukat admitted. "And you have the opportunity to
turn the tables on me right now. How convenient for you!" Garak smiled
briefly, but to him it was not really a joke. He knew that Dukat had
to be made to understand this as well.

"You went too far last time Janinsi," he told Dukat quietly. "Our
games together are private and they should stay private. I was very
disappointed in you."

Dukat's expression changed immediately to one of horrified shame and
he hung his head, unable to bear Garak's stern gaze. Although he was a
married man with many children, Dukat's heart would always belong to
Garak. His wife knew this and accepted it. She had married him with
the knowledge that he could offer her no more than casual affection.
Dukat had loved Garak since his eighteenth year; it was as natural to
him as breathing. As well as being his lover and long-time companion,
Garak had done everything for him. For one thing, Garak had taken every
possible step to protected Dukat's family and career ever since they
had first met. It devastated him to feel that he'd let Garak down. He
was close to tears but suppressed the need to cry, as he knew it would
disturb Garak to see him sobbing.

"Oh Elim! I'm so very sorry. What you say is true; I breached our
privacy unfairly. The fault was mine and you have every right to be
angry. I will gladly bear whatever additional punishment you wish to
apply," he told Garak penitently.

"It would be simple justice to make your penalty as public and as
degrading as my own. Perhaps I should carry it out in the middle of
Quark's, or in Ops even? And ensure that Major Kira and Captain Sisko
are there to see it?"

Dukat looked truly horrified at this idea. The thought of being
humiliated in such a way for Sisko, Kira and a Bajoran rabble to watch
sickened him. But his loyalty to Garak was absolute, and so he didn't
even need to think about his reply.

"Whatever you think is best Elim."

Garak nodded and looked satisfied. "I wouldn't do that kind of thing
to you Janinsi. The loss of dignity would damage you, and it would put
you at a disadvantage when dealing with Sisko. However it was
important for me to know that you were willing to submit to a truly
public disciplining, if I so wished. Instead, I'm changing the rules.
There will be no penalty tonight. Since your last visit two weeks ago
I've been rather distracted by my anger towards you. As a result I was
not able to prepare a sufficiently painful retaliation. But when I'm
ready then I will send for you, and you will come to DS9 right away.
Whatever commitments that you have on hand at the time must be
postponed. Upon arrival you will then take your punishment, but it
will just be for failing to stop me tonight, not for what happened last time.
Do you understand?"

"Yes Elim." Dukat's head was still bowed and he looked extremely
upset. Garak reached out with his hand and lifted his lover's head up
until Dukat met his gaze. Then he gave the other man a dazzling smile.

"Very well then. The matter is now closed and there is no need for us
to speak of it again. Let's move on to more pleasurable concerns,
shall we?"

He took Dukat into his arms then and hugged him tightly. Dukat smiled
brightly and returned the hug, overjoyed that Garak had forgiven him.
There were issues that he still needed to raise with Garak, but right
now all he wanted to do was to have sex. He needed the closeness and
intimacy of it. He needed to be wanted and loved. Garak understood
this without a word being spoken, and was more than willing to comply.

The two men took off their clothes without ceremony, then kissed and
touched gently for some minutes. The room was warm, the lights soft
and the atmosphere seemed relaxed and intimate. But then Garak grabbed
Dukat by the wrists and physically flung him on to the bed. The move
came without warning but to Dukat it was still not unexpected.

"Get ready to grovel before your conqueror," Garak hissed as he jumped
on top of Dukat.

Dukat shook his head decisively. "Go to hell," he spat back. The
night's battle had begun.

It was a widely held belief in Cardassian society that they were the
most brutal lovers in the quadrant. Most Cardassians thrived on rough,
feral sex. They laughed at the aggressive sexual reputation given to
Klingons, seeing it as far in excess of what they deserved. It was
generally thought that a Cardassian could overcome a Klingon in bed
any day of the week. Aggressive behaviour toward their lovers was
common, especially during foreplay. When in bed together, Cardassians
didn't make love; they made war.  

And so Dukat did not submit tamely to Garak's advances. He fought and
struggled like a wild thing to throw him off the bed. Garak kept
pushing him back forcefully and he was able to keep a firm hold of
Dukat's body. But then Garak yelped with pain as Dukat managed to lift
his head up far enough to bite the tender flesh of his upper arm.
Garak retaliated by slapping him hard across the face several times.
Dukat cried out in shock since he had not anticipated this move. His eyes
watered and his face felt sore; a bruise was already developing on his cheek.
Despite his discomfort Dukat responded swiftly. He used one hand to
block Garak from slapping him again, then he twisted the fingers of
his other hand through Garak's hair. Finally he pulled Garak's head back
sharply by the hair. The tailor cried out and let go of Dukat's body
for a moment, as he used his hands to try and release his head from
Dukat's punishing grip. Dukat took advantage of his distraction and
was able to push Garak off him. After that it only took a few seconds
for Dukat to flip Garak on to his stomach and then climb on top of him.

"I think that you have met your match, tailor!" Dukat said gloatingly.

"Don't write me off so quickly," Garak hissed. But he was not in the
best of positions to make a comeback. Dukat's full weight was pressed
down on him, and his arms were trapped under his body. Dukat realised
that he had the upper hand for now and he took full advantage of this.
He scratched Garak's face and neck hard with his fingernails, making
him whimper. Then he moved one hand down to do the same to Garak's
thigh. Garak screamed as the sharp nails raked his sensitive flesh and he
fought endlessly to push Dukat off. But Dukat had been in this
situation many times before and he held himself in place effortlessly.

Both men grew hot and sweaty as the conflict continued. For much of
the time they were silent as they concentrated on fighting for
dominance. They never ceased to move against one another. To stop
struggling, even for a moment, was the accepted sign of surrender.

At one point Garak was incensed to hear Dukat laugh at him, although
he knew that the amusement was probably justified. Dukat had his prey
thoroughly pinned down, and so far Garak had been unable to do a thing
about it. But just then Garak had a piece of luck; he managed to pull
one of his hands free. At first he could see no way that this would
benefit him, since he was underneath Dukat and facing away from him.
It would be impossible to reach up and grab Dukat's face or neck from
this angle. He grinned then as an idea came to him. Pushing his arm
right back, he was able to grab one of Dukat's buttocks and dig his
nails in viciously.

"OW!" Dukat roared, and tried to slap the hand off his ass. But Garak
had a firm grip on him and Dukat couldn't shake him off. Then Garak
started pinching his bottom, so hard that each pinch left bruises.
Dukat knew that he had to stop this particular attack soon, or the
pain would force him to get off Garak. That was of course exactly what
his lover wanted him to do.
"Damn you Garak!" Dukat applied a particularly vicious bite to Garak's
left shoulder as a reprisal for the punishment that his ass was
taking. It didn't stop Garak, much to his chagrin. He then decided to
try an unconventional move, in the hope of taking Garak by surprise.
Dukat heaved himself free and used all of his force to turn Garak over on
to his stomach. Then he straddled Garak and held his arms down. The
manoeuvre was so swiftly done that Garak had no chance to prevent it.
They gazed at one another defiantly for neither of them was yet ready
to concede to the other.  

"You think that doing this will help you?" Garak asked Dukat mockingly.

"Damn right it will."

Dukat bent his long, sensuous neck and applied voracious kisses to
Garak's face and shoulders. Garak was unable to resist the urge to
toss his head back, so as to allow Dukat access to his neck as well.
Dukat was delighted and pressed home his attack still further. He
knelt on Garak's chest, making the tailor groan as he took Dukat's
full weight. Although Garak still struggled and fought he couldn't
make Dukat get off him, and he was tired now. He could have applied a
particularly telling blow to Dukat's penis, which was conveniently
close by. However, like many Cardassian lovers they had a standing
agreement not to attack each other's sex organs during love play. Such
a rule provided a certain peace of mind which they both valued.

But then another idea came to him and he made one last attack. Now
that Dukat was perched entirely on the upper half of his body, Garak's
legs were free. He lifted both of them high into the air and wrapped
them around Dukat's neck. By pulling Dukat back with his legs Garak
hoped to make him overbalance. But Dukat was strong enough to resist;
he used one hand to apply a hard blow to Garak's ankles. With a howl
of pain Garak dropped his legs and stopped moving. He never found it easy to
concede but whenever he did, Dukat always made it worth his while.

Once he realised that victory was his for tonight, Dukat climbed off
Garak's chest immediately and stood up. He looked down at Garak and
studied the numerous bruises, scratches and cuts which he had
inflicted. There were just as many on his own body, but the pain
seemed trifling when compared to the sweet sense of victory that he
felt.

"I think you're getting old and weak, Elim," he taunted. Dukat
himself, although perspiring freely, was still comparatively fresh.
Garak looked up at him and gave him a lustful smile.

"I love it when the sweat runs down your chest like that," he told
Dukat. He reached out his hand and knowing what he wanted, Dukat sat
down beside him. He remained still while Garak eagerly licked the
sweat off his upper body. For the life of him Dukat could not see why
this turned Garak on, but it always did and Dukat was always happy
to oblige him.

"Are you all right?" Dukat asked. "Do you need any urgent medical
attention?"

"No, that can wait; I don't have more than the usual quota of
injuries," Garak told him dryly. "You?"

"There's nothing wrong with me that fucking you won't cure."

"Then you can stay wounded," Garak told him tartly. He couldn't have
meant this less, but even in defeat his desire to control the
situation was not easily overcome.

Dukat grinned. "You want to go back to your lonely quarters for the
night then? Well fine, but how are you going to slip that massive
erection of yours right across DS9 without anyone seeing you?"

Garak looked down at his cock ruefully. The hormonal rush that their
fighting always produced had worked it's normal effect on them both.
He was as hard as Dukat and he badly needed to come.

"You think they'd mind?" he asked drolly.

Dukat nodded. "Just a little," he replied with grave mockery.

Garak shrugged. "Then I have no choice but to give you what you want?"

"You could have your cock amputated..." Dukat suggested helpfully.

Garak laughed hysterically at this. "I think tolerating your odious
presence in my bed is just about preferable to becoming a eunuch,
thank you."

"As a matter of fact it's my bed, but I appreciate the compliment
anyway. Now, let's get back to the matter at hand. You lost the war,
which means of course that I must invade your domain..." He lay down
next to Garak on the bed and leered at him.

"How deep into my territory do you intend to go?" Garak asked
meaningfully.

"As far as my cock will take me," Dukat murmured in his ear. "And as
you know, that's a damned long way..."

"All the way to the border," Garak replied with a grin, as he
surrendered to Dukat's loving embrace.

They became much less ferocious with one another now that all formal
combat was ended. Even so, their actions might still have been viewed
as rather violent by some other species. Garak moaned happily as Dukat
stroked his chest, running his hands back and forward across the many
bruises and scratches which he now sported. As the winner, it was
Dukat's right to make all the decisions when they had sex for the first
time after their fight. Garak's role now was merely to await his
destiny and then to follow wherever Dukat lead him. Dukat knew what he
wanted and gently turned Garak on to his back.

"Beloved Elim," Dukat whispered as he lifted Garak's legs up over his
own shoulders. Then with a swift movement he was inside of Garak,
making him cry out in abandonment. Dukat loved doing it this way,
because he found it immensely satisfying to be able to see the look on
Garak's face as they had sex. As he thrust his hard cock in and out of
Garak, he saw that his lover's expression was one of sheer bliss.
Dukat hammered away inside Garak, and each thrust he made had more
energy behind it. Garak panted and gasped as the sensations of
pleasure increased. He could feel Dukat hitting the deepest spot
within him every time. And then Dukat did something that pleased Garak
greatly. He used his hand to grasp hold of Garak's cock and stroke it
firmly. There was no need at all for him to do this. As the dominant
one he had the right to concentrate purely on his own pleasure this
time. Garak could justifiably be left unsatisfied until after he had
come. But Dukat could rarely bring himself to be so
self-centred, and usually they came together. Garak purred with relief
and pleasure as Dukat kept stimulating him. The hand pulling firmly on
his cock felt like a lifeline; he was totally reliant upon it to bring
him his release.

"Oh Janinsi, ohyesohyesohyes, that's it!" Garak convulsed and writhed
as he felt his climax approaching.

"Elim, I love you!" Dukat told him. His eyes reflected the depths of
the affection and lust that he felt for Garak. And Dukat could see
those same emotions being projected right back at him every time he
looked at Garak's face.

Garak's orgasm came first. His pink cum shot out and blasted against
Dukat's chest and belly. The smooth heat of it felt good to them both.
Dukat himself came about a minute later, expelling his passion inside
of Garak with a mighty roar of lust. It was, as always, the best sex
they had ever known.

After their lovemaking ended they attended to each other's wounds with
a dermal regenerator. Then they dressed and snuggled up together on
Dukat's sofa. Tired though they were, it did not occur to either of
them to go back to bed and get some sleep. It was more important to
enjoy each other's company while they could; catching up on their rest
could be done after Dukat left. Maintaining a long distance relationship
was stressful for them both in many ways. But they had also found that
it made them value the little time they had together even more.

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