"Significant Other"

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

PART 2

"I wish you'd come home Elim, where you belong," Dukat said
plaintively. "Then we could spend a lot more time together. It saddens
my heart to leave you behind each time I depart from this place."

"I have duties here Janinsi," Garak told him regretfully. "Besides,
with my father missing and the Order destroyed, it wouldn't be the
same for me on Cardassia."

"You miss Tain, don't you?"

"Yes. He was a bad father but I loved him anyway."

Dukat gave him a consoling hug. "I constantly scan our intelligence
reports from the Gamma Quadrant for news. If there is ever any trace
of him, however vague the information, I promise that you'll be
informed immediately."

"Thank you, beloved. I know he probably died during the attack on the
Founders' homeworld, but it's only natural to hope that he might still
be alive. But let's talk of happier things! How is your father?"

"Very well indeed for his age, and he sends his best regards as
always. He is not a man to forget who his true friends are. But
retirement to the Arawath colony and the need to maintain a false
identity; he finds these things a little tedious. Especially since
Tain was lost - they used to play kotra together ever Thursday
afternoon."

"Yes, Father mentioned that to me once. Doubtless your father found
comfort in having at least one acquaintance who knew his true
identity. But you know, it is better for him to live in tedium than to
die in pain. If you knew the planning, the effort, the risk, the
resourcefulness, the sheer courage it took me to fake that man's
death..."

"I do know, you've told me about it at least ten thousand times!"
Dukat said in amusement. "You have my eternal gratitude Elim, you know
that. If it were not for you then Father would surely have been
executed for his indiscretions. And he is happy on Arawath, for the
most part. It's just that sometimes he yearns to be in the thick of
the action once more."

"I can understand that," Garak said. Dukat heard a note of sadness in
Garak's voice. His heart leapt with excitement. He hoped this was a
sign that Garak might reconsider his decision to stay on DS9.

"Then come home, Elim! Return to Cardassia with me when I leave. You
know that I'll help to smooth over any problems that your return
brings. Please, I'm begging you now."

Garak looked across at his long-time lover and sighed. Dukat always
made the same request when he visited and it was always difficult to
refuse him. This time it was harder than ever because Dukat was really
pushing him. Garak felt guilty because it would be necessary to say no
to him yet again.

"I just can't Janinsi; please understand."

"But I don't understand, I really don't!" To Garak's surprise Dukat
seemed highly distressed now. "In the past I could accept it, yes.
Tain ordered you to stay here as his agent during the occupation, and
then again when Starfleet came. And you couldn't risk antagonising him
by refusing those commands, of course. He was too powerful. But Elim,
that requirement no longer applies to you now! Even if Tain returns, you
must see that after the failure of the attack on the Founders he could
never be a power on Cardassia again. And since that is the case, why
stay here? Is there something else that prevents you from leaving...
or someone?" 

Garak hesitated for a few moments before replying. "There is another
factor which you are unaware of. The details are classified but you
clearly need to know part of the truth. I have certain... obligations
here, Janinsi. I was instructed some time ago to remain on DS9 for the
foreseeable future. My commission is provide specific intelligence
data for a few very highly placed individuals within Central Command.
Only three people back home know of my continuing role in events, and
nobody here is any the wiser. They all think that my spying days are
over, which is exactly what they must continue to think. But you see,
DS9 is as strategically significant to us now as it ever was. Even
more so really, because of the real threat that the Dominion poses to
Cardassia. We simply cannot afford to leave this area of space
unmonitored or unregulated. Those in authority recognise this, and so
I am required to continue working as the station tailor for now. But
when my work is done I'll come home to you. You have my word on it."

"Thank you my love," Dukat said with gratitude.

To his concern, Garak noticed that Dukat still seemed perturbed.
"Janinsi? Is there anything else that's upsetting you?"

"I am the only one that you want, aren't I? If there is someone else
in your life then I'd prefer to know about it now." Garak heard a raw
edge to Dukat's voice and noticed that he was trembling slightly.
Where had this insecurity come from?

"Of course you're the only one! You are my blood mate, my first and
last. I love you Janinsi; how could you possibly think that I'd fallen
for somebody else?" Dukat looked ashamed and didn't answer the
question at first.

"Dukat, what is this about?" Garak asked insistently.

"Your punishment, last time we met. I knew it was wrong to be so
severe but I was jealous..."

"Jealous? Of whom?"

"The human, Dr. Bashir. I feared... you spend so much time with him
these days. And then I learned that you even make trips to the
holosuite together. I could only conclude that I had a serious rival
for your affections. Why else would you be with him so often? The
thought that I had lost you terrified me but it also made me angry,
which is why I subjected you to public abuse. The original plan was
just to spank you and dress you up for a role play within the privacy
of my quarters. I'm truly sorry for my actions Elim. Please forgive me
and tell me that you'll stay with me; I don't want to lose you..."

Garak sighed and looked at his lover with resigned tolerance.
Sometimes Dukat's normal self-confidence would completely desert him
when it came to their relationship. It was as if he had a dual
personality. Everyone else knew Dukat's arrogance, his air of
authority, his intelligence, his icy superiority and his fierce
temper. Only Garak saw the soft and tender side to Dukat's character.
And it was only Garak who had to deal with Dukat's insecurities and
vulnerabilities. In the past Garak had feared that he himself was
responsible for this inconsistency in Dukat's nature. Now he knew
better. Love did this to Dukat, Garak knew... it opened his heart up
and made him dependant on the person that he loved. Dukat could face
hatred and contempt and anger and still remain whole, but against love
he had no defence.

And so there were times when Dukat blatantly needed to be reassured
that his lover wasn't going to leave him, that he was still desired
and loved, that everything was all right. This was a duty which Garak
always tried to carry out to the best of his abilities, and one which
he did not resent in any way. Even if the reasons for Dukat's concerns
were trivial, and of far less significance than his fears warranted.
Ever since he and Dukat had first fallen in love, it had been accepted
between them that Garak was the leader. He was content for it to be
this way and he took his duties within their relationship very
seriously. Which meant that Garak's top priority right now was to sort
this matter out. And to do that, he would have to be honest with Dukat.
 
"This is why you're so anxious that I come home?" he asked Dukat. "You
think I'm going to discard you for Bashir?"

"Yes. I hoped that, if I could only get you away from here then you
might forget him after a while..." Dukat knelt before Garak and looked
up at him pleadingly. "I beg of you Elim; please don't leave me."

Garak smiled tenderly and reached down to help Dukat back to his feet
again. "Come and sit down Janinsi, and we will talk this through. I'll
explain the situation to you honestly, and you'll see then that
there's nothing for you to worry about. I love you and only you. That
is how it has always been and nothing has changed. But we rarely see
one another these days and I am a man with needs, like any other man. "

Dukat looked up quickly. "You've slept with Bashir?" he said accusingly.

"Yes I have," Garak replied, and there was no apology in his tone. He
did not like being asked this question by Dukat. "Just as you have
slept with your wife and too many other people to count over the
years. You do see, don't you, that you are the last person who has the
right to lecture to me about my sex life?"

Dukat looked sickened. Behind the words that had actually been said,
he also heard the unspoken accusations that Garak was clearly hinting
at.

//You sacrificed marriage to me in order to protect your advancing
career... //

//You sidelined our relationship further by marrying Kishan and having
her children... //

//You never stopped having sex with others, even when we were both
living on Cardassia...//

//I would never have slept with Bashir if you had allowed our
relationship to be public knowledge on DS9...//

//It's all your fault...//

Dukat buried his head in his hands and began to cry.

Garak watched his lover sobbing with a sudden rush of guilt. He'd
reacted too defensively to Dukat's question. It had been churlish and
petty of him to speak so. After all, he knew how sensitive Dukat
always was to his opinions. It had been wrong to say something that he
was bound to interpret as condemnation. What right had he to criticise
Dukat's choices, when he knew that each one had been accompanied by it's
own share of heartbreak? And all of this was old news, issues long
since fought over and resolved between them. He should not have made
Dukat bear the pain of them again.

"Janinsi, beloved, please don't cry," Garak said imploringly. He
stroked Dukat on the back and caressed the top of his head lovingly.
"I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm sorry."

Dukat looked up. Tears had made his eyes look bloodshot and his face
was contorted with pain. "I'm such a bad person! I don't deserve you
Elim, really I don't."

Suppressing the desire to make a witty remark as he knew this would
just upset Dukat even more, Garak smiled at the other man reassuringly.

"It is I who should be apologising. You had every right to ask about
myself and the good doctor. I should have told you about it before.
Yes, I have slept with him. It hasn't happened often. The first time
was a few weeks after Starfleet first arrived here. I always think
that we came together then in an expression of shared pain. I was
mourning because you had gone back to Cardassia with the rest of our
forces and I had to stay behind. I was alone and nobody on DS9 gave a
damn about me. He was lonely too. He'd made no friends here, mainly
due to the brash and overconfident manner that he used to hide his
insecurities. And he was far from home and having to find his feet as
the leader of an important unit at a very young age. Some of those
Bajoran nurses didn't take too well to being given orders by a man who
could almost be their son. In age that is, if not in genetics. Since then I have
been able to charm him into my bed on five other occasions. It's
something that we do when the need for somebody to hold us in the
night gets too overwhelming. He is aware that I'm in love with someone
else but he doesn't know who it is. It will end one day, of course.
Either when I leave DS9 or more likely when he meets a nice young girl
and settles down to dull, monogamous family life."

"Has he expressed such an intention?" Dukat asked hopefully.

Garak smiled. "Yes he has. He doesn't love me Janinsi, nor do I love
him. Apart from the sex, Bashir is a good friend to me. He's also a
useful source of information when I manipulate him properly, as I
almost invariably do. That, my dear one, is all that he means to me."

Dukat considered this. "I believe you, but there is something that you
need to understand. Sex with Bashir I can tolerate, love I could not.
If you ever fell in love with him then I would want to kill you,"
Dukat told him seriously. "In fact I would kill you. There is no way
that I could ever bear to see you turn to another."

"Then for my sake, it's just as well that I never will," Garak told
him dryly. Dukat looked so very relieved at this that Garak knew his
fears had been laid to rest. Now that another crisis was over with,
Garak decided that they both deserved to have some fun. He rubbed his
body firmly against Dukat's. Dukat responded eagerly to Garak's
advances. As they kissed and fondled one another, Garak left all
thoughts of Bashir aside and then he fucked Dukat until he almost
passed out.

"What's Bashir like in bed?" Dukat asked Garak curiously much later,
when their passion was at last spent.

"Not as good as you." He saw Dukat give him a suspicious look. "I mean
it! You know me. You know exactly what I like. With Bashir... it's
different. For one thing, he doesn't like to fight as we Cardassians
normally do. There's no combat at all when we sleep together. It's the
physician in him I suppose; he doesn't like to hurt people, even for
fun. And sometimes he lacks the confidence to take the lead when we
make love. It will come though, given time. He's willing and giving,
and his partner's pleasure matters to him. I like those qualities; so
many people put themselves first and to hell with what their lover
wants! To be honest I would probably be quite happy with him as he is,
were I not spoiled by enjoying many years of your incomparable
techniques. I'd give Bashir 8 out of 10 at the present for his bedside manner.
You, my love, always get 10 out of 10."

"And what about his looks? His legs are really very cute; cuter than
mine, I suppose." Dukat lifted one of his slim legs into the air and
studied it in a detached kind of way as he spoke. He didn't notice the
speculative look that Garak gave him.

"Yes, he does have nice legs," Garak agreed. "But so do you! And one
thing that you could never be is cute. Sexy, in a raw, primal,
animalistic way, yes - but not cute. But you don't need to change; as
far as I'm concerned your looks are perfect. I've never met anyone as
visually arousing as you - and that includes Bashir."

"Excellent!" Dukat exclaimed with satisfaction. "I'm damned if I'll be
upstaged by a Human!"

"That is one thing which will never happen," Garak told him fondly.
"I'm a little thirsty. Would you like anything from the replicator?"

"Hmm... yes, a glass of mohesset juice please."

"All right. I'll have the same."

Dukat waited languidly while Garak fetched the juice. When he returned
they sat up and consumed their drinks lazily.

"Elim, do you know what I was thinking about before? What would it
have been like if you did punish me in Ops, just as you threatened to
do?"

Garak rolled his eyes. "Oh Janinsi, don't even go there!"

"No, but can't you just picture the scene? It's a normal working day
for Sisko and his crew when suddenly-"

"You and I walk into the room. I'm holding a bag containing all of the
required implements. You're clutching your dick in a desperate attempt
to stop it from getting hard at the thought of what I'm going to do to
you..."

Dukat roared with laughter. "I am NOT clutching my dick! Give me
credit for a little restraint at least Elim. No, I am simply looking
solemn and dignified, as a Cardassian should."

"And that's the last time you'd ever have any dignity while on this
station!"

"Hmm, probably. So then Sisko comes out of his office and says-"

"<Dukat, what do you want now?> In a suitably impatient voice and with
much facial grimacing of course."

"Naturally!" Dukat said with resignation. "After three years, you'd
think he could bring himself to make small talk with me occasionally!
Just a little tolerance and mutual respect, that's all I'd like to
see. But no - all he ever does is sulk and try to be tough. As if I'm
going to be impressed by that!"

Garak grinned. This was a complaint that he had heard many times
before.
"What? You want the Emissary of Bajor to make small talk with an
oppressor of the Bajorans? What a disgusting idea! But let's get on to
the good bit."

"All right. Elim, you then tell Sisko that..."

"<Actually Commander, we are here on my say so. Dukat has agreed to
take a thrashing from me, and I thought you all might like to see it.>"

Dukat adopted a whispering tone. "So then, the room goes completely
quiet. Everyone is staring at us both. Lots of Bajorans, that Dax
woman, Major Kira, Sisko - what about Bashir? Is he around at the time?"

"Oh, why not? Everyone else is there. Quark, for example."

Dukat grinned. "And your excuse for having him in Ops at that precise
time is what exactly?"

Garak looked amused. "He's here to file a complaint because his
replicators haven't been repaired. They started to malfunction three
days ago and a repair crew still hasn't showed up yet. It's
disgraceful, don't you think?"

Dukat shook his head ruefully. "Why did I possibly think that you
couldn't invent a convincing lie to cover that? All right then; Quark
too. I imagine that Major Kira will just have to interrupt at this
point?"

"Yes, the good Major just couldn't stay silent any longer. She'd be
looking at you, but she'd ask me <Garak, just what are you up to?>"

"And what will you say?"

"<Major, unless you call security and get them to stop me, I will now
order Dukat to drop his pants and bend over this console. I'll then
whip him with a leather belt until he screams.>"

Dukat giggled. "And the Major would reply <You know Garak, this is
highly irregular and it shouldn't be allowed. However, I think the
comm system happens to be down at the moment, so unfortunately I can't
call security.>"

"Nice touch" Garak commented briefly. "So then, Sisko grins and says
<It seems like an internal Cardassian matter to me. If we interfered,
we'd be breaking the prime directive and I can't permit that. So let's
all go back to work and allow Mr. Garak to do what he has to do.>"

Dukat's rich laughter echoed around the room. "I think it's time for
me to beg you for mercy, because I really wouldn't want this to happen."

"All right then. You beg piteously, I refuse you, I tell you to hurry
up and show your ass to the waiting crowd."

"Damn! Very well then, if I must. I pull my pants down, to the
accompaniment of numerous ribald remarks from the crowd." Dukat pulled
a face at the very idea of it.

"Of course! And by this time nobody is even pretending to work. Major
Kira laughs herself unconscious, Sisko can't believe his eyes and Dax
takes one look at your cock and asks you out on a date!"

"Ah, fringe benefits!"

Garak smiled devilishly. "And Dax the gossip also surreptitiously
contacts all of the off duty staff and tells them what's going on. As
a result, more people arrive every minute to see the show."

"And they all love it! It's the highlight of their day... or even
their year. So you do it, you flog me and you embarrass me totally.
What happens afterwards?"

Garak considered this. "I think... you stalk majestically out of Ops,
ignoring them all. You hope the incident will be soon forgotten, but
everyone you see for the rest of your stay here makes a comment about
it. Most of them leer at your ass far too often for your liking. And
even worse, somebody arranged for the whole thing to be recorded.
Copies of the recording are sold in vast amounts by Quark and at least
one of your crew buys one. Back home, someone also sends a copy to
your superiors and to your wife. Your life then comes to a complete
halt as everyone disowns you. You have no choice but to slink back
here and become my tailor's assistant and resident fuck boy. How do
you like the sound of it so far?"

Dukat hooted with laughter and gave Garak a playful punch on the
shoulder. "You horrible man! I hate it! Except for the part about
being your fuck boy of course..."

Garak smiled teasingly. "You'll hate whatever I really end up doing
just as much. You, my dear Janinsi, have got it coming to you with a
vengeance..." 


Three weeks later...


"What is this all about, Garak?" asked Julian Bashir impatiently as
soon as he arrived. He had been invited over to Garak's quarters but
the tailor had flatly refused to say why. Although annoyed at this,
Julian had come along anyway out of curiosity.

Garak tossed him a mysterious smile. "My dear Doctor, did anyone ever
tell you that you work too hard? You deserve to take the night off and
be entertained..."

Julian looked suspicious. "And just what sort of entertainment did you
have in mind, my devious friend?"

Garak feigned a look of surprise. "Devious? Doctor, I am an open book."

Bashir snorted with derision. "No, you're a closed book written in
code and using a language which is impossible to translate. From what
I've seen it contains an incredible amount of chapters but strangely,
no index."

Garak laughed. "Well Doctor, if you must persist in viewing me in such
a negative light, I can probably do nothing to dissuade you. I will
admit that my invitation could have been worded more clearly. But I
was afraid that you would refuse to come if you knew what I wanted. At
least this way I have a chance to pursuade you to stay."

Bashir sighed, assuming that Garak was referring to their infrequent
sexual liaisons. "Garak, we agreed last time that we should both
concentrate on building up permanent relationships elsewhere, rather
than spending too much time with each other."

Garak beamed at him. "And that is precisely why you are here! The
other half of my permanent relationship is in the bedroom right now. I
would like you to assist me in disciplining him." 

"Disciplining him? What the hell do you mean?"

"Why, merely that my lover and I like to play games from time to time.
As do you and I...  so it seemed perfectly sensible to combine the
two..."

Julian stood up. He wasn't angry with Garak for suggesting a
threesome, but such an arrangement seemed fraught with embarrassment -
whoever Garak's partner was.

"I don't think so Garak. Good night."

Garak quickly put out a hand to detain him. "Please Doctor, don't go
just yet. Aren't you even a little curious to find out who I've got in
there?"

Julian stopped and looked at Garak warily. "A little," he admitted.

"It's Dukat."

"Really?" Julian asked with interest. He sat back down on the chair.
"I thought you two detested one another?"

"Yes, that's the official story. The real situation is quite
different. All of the mutual hostility that we project is simply a
facade. Pretending to hate one another is really quite amusing. Dukat
enjoys it too. Every time he calls me a despicable tailor, he has to
make an effort not to laugh. We love each other very much, as it
happens."

"Then why ask me to join you tonight? I know that you don't love me in
that way."

"No, but I do desire you. And so does he, although he may not admit
it. What I intend to do is sexually punish him, in fact that's why he
has come to DS9 now. You can participate or not, as you wish. Either
way the same things will happen to Dukat."

Julian looked amazed. "Do you mean to tell me that he's come all the
way from Cardassia just to suffer at your hands?"

Garak smiled smugly. "That's exactly what I mean. And with such
magnificently talented hands as these, do you blame him?" Bashir
simply gave him a look in response, and Garak smiled back at him
mischievously.

"Julian, if you stay with us tonight I will make you two promises.
Firstly that nothing I will do will hurt Dukat permanently. Secondly,
that I will take no action without his consent. He likes being taught
his place every now and again, I assure you. Haven't you ever wanted
someone to do that to you?" 

Julian ignored Garak's knowing smile and said nothing. He knew this
whole idea was probably wrong, but damn it, he was tempted. Dukat was
a sexy man, and if the truth were told he found him even more sexy
than Garak. Julian was between girlfriends at the moment and it had
been a while since he last had sex. Garak's body had been his to enjoy
before, and enjoy it he truly had. Would he get even more pleasure
from a man
as experienced and worldly as Dukat?

Garak could tell that he was wavering. "Doctor, will you at least take
a look at him? If you want to leave after that then I'll accept your
decision. And he won't even know that you were there if you remain
quiet, because he's wearing a blindfold."

"I just have to take one look, and then I can leave if I want to?"

"I give you my word," Garak promised. "Now, shall we go into the
bedroom?"

With a wickedly amused smile Garak gestured to Julian to go before
him. When Bashir entered the room he just stared and stared. Neatly
piled on a chair was a full Cardassian military uniform, right down to
boots and body armour. A wide range of unusual accessories could be
seen on a nearby table. But the man on the bed... he was the most
amazing sight of all.

Dukat was naked, on all fours, his rounded ass facing towards Bashir
as he stood near the door. Padded leather cuffs were firmly strapped
to his wrists and ankles, and the cuffs were attached to strong metal
bars. Julian saw that the bars forced Dukat to keep his legs and arms
wide apart. Other chains were used to secure him firmly to the bed and
a thick red leather collar was fitted around his neck. Julian
approached the bound man with fascination. Since the first time that
Garak had bedded him, Julian had known that male Cardassians turned
him on. The sight of such a magnificent one, strapped down and
displayed like a plaything for his enjoyment, excited him completely.
He felt a vicious stab of sexual excitement in his loins. He knew then
that he wanted this man.

For some time Garak remained silent and contented himself with simply
observing the Human's reactions. He noted Bashir's wide eyes and rapt
expression. He saw him lick his lips and reach his hand out, almost
unconsciously, to touch himself lightly. Garak was pleased to see that
Julian was attracted to Dukat. He wanted this night to happen; it had
long been a fantasy of his to bring his two lovers together.

As for Dukat, he could hear soft breathing and movement about the room
but he assumed that all of these sounds were made by Garak. When Garak
had recalled him to pay the promised penalty, Dukat had dropped
everything and set off right away. On arrival at Garak's quarters
several hours ago he'd been ordered to strip, and then Garak had
chained him up. Dukat gladly embraced the degrading position he'd been
put in; he wanted to suffer tonight. He'd lost the game so he deserved to.
But it was only natural to speculate nervously about what would happen to
him. Tonight he would be the victim of a master in the art of inflicting
pain. He trusted Garak not to do anything which could really damage him,
but that still left Garak an awful lot of latitude.And to make it worse,
Garak was the most fiendishly inventive dom that Dukat had ever
known. 

Garak had left Dukat alone for over two hours before Bashir arrived.
Dukat's nerves had been stretched tight with anticipation by the wait.
But the reality seemed far worse. Knowing that Garak was in the room,
looking at him, getting ready to work on him; that was scary. But it
was a real turn on too, it always had been. Despite the fear, Dukat
was getting aroused; his long, slender shaft was almost fully erect.

"My slave is truly magnificent, don't you think Doctor?" As Julian
merely nodded, Dukat's body jerked as he tried in vain to turn round. 

"Elim, please tell me that there is really nobody in the room with
you," Dukat said in panic. Garak grinned maliciously and said nothing.
"Elim, what have you done?"

Garak chuckled. "Doctor, why don't you take a closer look at my very
own little whore... and you can start by taking off his blindfold."

After a moment Julian advanced towards the bed and did as he was
asked. Garak took a great deal of pleasure in watching both men's
faces at the moment when the blindfold was removed. Julian looked
fascinated at the sight before him, as if he could not believe that
Dukat would really put himself through this. And Dukat was horrified
to see that it really was Bashir in the room, and not merely a bluff
of Garak's designed to scare him.

"You said that you had forgiven me for punishing you in public but
then you do the same to me!" Dukat cried out in anguish.

Julian looked across at Garak inquiringly. Garak came to stand next to
him and smiled down at Dukat.

"It's not the same at all Janinsi. This isn't a public area. Nobody
else will ever know what happens here, for I assure you that the good
doctor is very discreet. And very handsome too, don't you agree?"
Dukat looked up at Bashir and, almost unwillingly, nodded his head.

"Well Doctor, you've had a chance to examine my sluttish slave. Do you
wish to leave now?" Garak asked him. Julian had to admit to himself
that he really wanted to stay. He could not resist the sight of
Dukat's alien beauty, so temptingly arrayed before him.

"No I don't," he admitted. "But if he doesn't want me here..."

"I do want you here," Dukat whispered. It was impossible for him now
to hide from his own desire. When he'd found out that Garak and Bashir
were lovers, part of the anger he'd felt had actually been fuelled by
jealousy. He had desired Julian since the first time he saw him, but
had repressed that desire out of respect for Garak. Now he wanted to
know Bashir's body as thoroughly as Garak did. Suddenly Dukat realised
that Garak must be aware of this, for why else would Bashir have been
brought here? 

"Excellent!" Garak announced. "Dukat, do you want me to remove your
bonds?" Dukat shook his head fervently. "Are you willing then to
submit to my darkest desires and to suffer the punishment which I have
designed for you?"

"Yes I am."

"Are you sure Dukat?" Julian asked him anxiously.

"Oh yes, I'm sure. He's the best there is, after all."

"Thank you for the compliment," Garak said. He reapplied the blindfold
carefully to ensure that Dukat was unable to see a thing.

"What are we going to do to him?" Julian asked eagerly, and with great
curiosity. Garak's eyes met his and he smiled, amused at Julian's
sudden enthusiasm.

"You'll see in a moment, Julian. Now, if you'll bear with me I just
need to fetch something from the replicator. Feel free to examine my
property while I'm gone!" With a gesture towards Dukat, Garak left the
room.

Looking at Dukat, Julian was reminded of a thousand bondage and dominance
fantasises he'd enjoyed in the past. The whole subject had an innate
fascination for him. Images of being bound, of binding others, of
punishing someone for doing bad things and of being punished himself
danced in his mind. To date, none of his desires in this respect had
been brought to life. He made a mental resolve to live this experience
to the fullest. Why not, if Dukat and Garak both wanted him to
participate? And so he walked around the bed, admiring Dukat's slim,
muscular body. Dukat waited silently, a willing submissive.

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