DETAILS: DS9, B/Du, NC-17. Copyright (c) Invicta, May 1999. Please send any feedback to invicta11@yahoo.com.
WARNING: This story contains explicit m/m sex.
TIMING: early 1st season DS9, about 2 months after the Cardassian occupation ended.
SUMMARY: Dukat meets Dr. Bashir for the first time and is determined to seduce him.
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.

I woke up that day with a massive desire to fuck someone.

Isn't it always the way in life that you most want to do something at the precise time when, for some good reason, you just can't? This urge to make love at the start of the day is a good example of that rule. Back home on Cardassia, when I wake up lying next to my most attractive wife, I rarely think about having sex in the mornings. That even applies on those rare occasions when I'm on leave and our seven children are away! But it's only now, when I'm forced to remain on DS9 for the next few days, that sex intrudes into my morning thoughts with alarming potency. And of course I simply couldn't make love to anyone while I'm here. I have a reputation as a respectable family man to maintain. Besides, now that they're a free people, I couldn't get a Bajoran into my bed for all the money in the universe. So sex for me on DS9 is quite impossible. At least, that's what I thought at first...

As I said, my thoughts that morning were all of a highly carnal nature, but I saw no alternative than to endure enforced abstinence until I got back home in a week's time. Of course I would masturbate every day, but it's just not the same. Nobody really wants to spin their own Dabo wheel, do they?

Later that morning I went along to Ops for a talk with Sisko. When I arrived, "The Emissary" was engaged with another visitor. I did feel aggrieved that he had chosen to meet with someone else at the same time as his scheduled appointment with me. Doubtless he meant this as an insult. But still, I obligingly lingered in Ops until he was free. It was more entertaining to see how uncomfortable I made them all by my continued presence than to make a scene about being kept waiting. You have to find your little amusements wherever you can in this life...

Yes, having a Cardassian Gul around the place was clearly not much of a pleasure for the Ops staff. They showed a distinct lack of appreciation for my company! After ten minutes of aiming some subtle, and some not so subtle taunts at them in return, my attention was diverted by the arrival of another Starfleet officer. This one I had not seen before; he had not been around on my one previous visit to the station since we withdrew from Bajor. However, I knew from our intelligence reports that he was the Medical officer, Dr. Bashir. The picture in his intelligence file hardly did him justice. I noted with admiration and rising lust the smooth brown hair, the slim form and the enticing copper skin of the young man who stood before me. He looked surprised to see me but made no comment about my presence. He also did not display the hostility towards me that all of the others so clearly did.

After a moment, Bashir went to one of the consoles and started to input some data. I continued to marvel at his loveliness, although I'm too experienced at this game to let my emotions show on my face. I thought of a million ways that I could take him and bend him to my will. I busily imagined a host of perverted things I could do to break down his Federation niceness and Human inhibitions...

And then, as if he sensed what I was feeling, Bashir looked up and held eye contact with me. His youth, or perhaps his innocence did not lend him the ability to disguise his thoughts. From the look on his face I saw clearly that he was attracted to me. But the desire he felt held equal place with a horror of his own feelings. I held his gaze steadily, issuing an invitation which I knew he understood, until he dropped his eyes back to the console. He soon seemed to be working again but I alone knew that he was not really reading a single word on that monitor. After a few minutes he glanced up at me again, and he was obviously embarrassed when he saw that I was still watching him. Again I issued the wordless invitation; again he tried unsuccessfully not to notice it.

I could feel the excitement growing in me at the thought of taking the young Human to my bed. I was determined to have Bashir, and to have him before the day was out. I looked around Ops. Several of the crew were busy discussing some anomalous energy readings. Nobody seemed to be looking at either of us directly. I was fairly satisfied that my brief exchange of eyes with Bashir had not been witnessed. So far, so good.

I had to go into my meeting with Sisko at this point, and Bashir was no longer in Ops when I finally left Sisko's office. As I headed to the turbolift, I immediately started to think about the delicious prospect of having sex with the young doctor. My first thought was that the seduction of Julian Bashir would have to be handled very carefully. If not he would probably panic and immediately repulse me. I'm sure that he's heard numerous scare stories about Cardassians and about me, the infamous Gul Dukat, in particular. The Bajorans have probably poisoned the minds of those Starfleet personnel who live here against us by now.

But as the turbolift sped back to the Promenade, I reconsidered my approach. Why try and change his mind about me, why show him my softer side? Why even let him think I have a softer side? He's attracted to the man that he perceives as tough, commanding, sexy, dominant and ruthless. The former Prefect of Bajor, the most notorious Cardassian there is. So why not play up to that image, if it's what he wants to see anyway? Why not indeed?

I walked along the Promenade, tense and expectant. If my stratagem failed Bashir would never be mine, and my right hand would have another hard night's work ahead. I walked through at the infirmary door and found him sitting at his desk. He jumped slightly as he noticed my arrival, and he looked a little scared. Things were going well!

I came right up to the desk and stood next to him as he sat there. This forced him to scramble out of his chair, in order to avoid letting me have the advantage of height. As we surveyed one another he addressed me with a pretence of bold confidence which fooled nobody, except perhaps his clueless Bajoran staff.

"Can I do anything for you, Gul Dukat?"

I gave him a small, private smile. "I have been suffering from back pains recently. Could you please examine me? In another room if you would Doctor; we Cardassians do not like to undress in public."

The use of the word 'undress' definitely had an effect on Bashir. He gulped slightly and his eyes widened. I felt sure he was thinking about what I look like without any clothes on...

"As you wish. Erm, please come this way," Bashir said awkwardly. I followed him into the next room, walking closer than normal so that I stepped well inside his personal space. Bashir noticed it but said nothing. I had a feeling then that he was not nearly as adverse to my advances as he pretended.

The second we were inside the room and the door had closed, I pushed him against the wall. Not too forcefully, not enough to hurt him, but firmly enough to hold him there. He struggled to break free but I was stronger. Although his physical fragility hid a surprisingly strong body, I still managed to keep him in place without any trouble.

"Let me go," he rasped, his voice thick with emotion.

"You don't want me to do that," I said to him confidently. "Do you think I didn't notice the way you were looking at me in Ops? Those lustful glances from under demurely lowered eyelids..."

He flushed; that amusing Human trait, so revealing of their inner distresses. "I don't know what you mean," he said firmly. But the falsehood was utterly transparent.

I chuckled at this. "Don't lie; you know exactly what I'm talking about. You're thinking about my body right now... about what making love to me would be like..."

Bashir looked shocked, at my openness I think. "No..." he whispered. We were still pinned together against the wall. He was making a good attempt at fighting his own desires, but we both knew what he really wanted. After all, his staff were only in the next room. He could have called them in for help at any time if he really wanted to stop me. And he didn't call.

To his great surprise I released him then and stepped several paces away. I saw a fleeting look of disappointment cross his face and it made me smile. If he thought I had given up, he did not know me.

"I'll expect you in my quarters at 21.00 hours." I didn't need to say anything more; he understood the proposition. But would he go along with it?

Bashir shook his head, mouth open wide. I noticed with interest that he was sweating. Small drops of moisture were forming at his temples and trailing down the side of his face. I found that it gave me a feeling of empowerment, to have this much effect on another man.

"No, I won't come... I can't, that's impossible-"

I reached out to caress his face, and we both watched as my grey fingers met his light brown cheek. His skin felt as soft as a baby's. Bashir froze but he didn't try to prevent me from touching him. I moved my hand away after only a few seconds, and again I saw that look of disappointment. Truly, he was not as immune to my charms as he would have me believe.

I deliberately gave him my most insufferably arrogant smile. "Don't forget, Julian; 21.00 hours. Don't be late! And in case you hadn't realised, there's nothing wrong with my back so I won't be needing any treatment." And on that note I stalked out of the room and left Julian to think about my offer.

The rest of the day passed quite slowly. I was anticipating the evening's entertainments with great intensity. But even so, I was not totally confident that Bashir would give himself to me. I knew that I'd taken a risk in my treatment of him; the approach I used may not be one that he would respond to. If he was too stubborn, or more likely too frightened of his own feelings, he would choose the safe path and stay away. And maybe that would be the best option, for him. I am the sort of person that people fall in love with easily, and it would do him no good at all to love me. So, I was just hopeful. But of course, one part of me felt absolutely sure that he would come. And he did.

He made me wait until 21.15 hours before showing up. I answered the doorchime and there he was before me, definitely nervous and perhaps a little bashful too. He had probably fought with himself all day to decide if he should give free rein to his passions or keep them tightly repressed. That he had come here at all was a sign that the battle may have ended in my favour. But I had not won him yet, and I knew it.

"Come in Julian," I said warmly. He stepped into the room without a word. I noticed with some surprise that he was still wearing his uniform. So was I, because I thought he might enjoy taking it off, but I had expected Julian to dress in less formal attire. I wasn't sure if his choice of clothing had an inner meaning. Perhaps he had chosen to project a businesslike facade in the hope that this would deter my attempts at intimacy. But if that were really so, surely he wouldn't have come at all?

Amused to watch him standing in the centre of the room like a statue, I invited Julian to sit down.

"Thank you," he replied warily, and took the furthest seat available. I wanted to laugh at how timid he was being, but that would have been disastrous. I am not so old that I don't remember what it was like to be young and gauche in the presence of a knowing, salacious elder. As a naive 16 year old military cadet I was wantonly seduced by Gul Zimir, who was one of the Cadet School command officers. He taught me a lot and I have always been grateful for his intervention in my life. As have a number of others probably; Zimir was a lecherous old rogue! Bashir was much older than I was then, but in the ways of love I suspected he still knew very little. Not a virgin perhaps, but close enough.

I decided to try and make him feel more comfortable. "Would you like a drink, Julian?"

"Yes thanks. I'll have a synthale."

I gave him a friendly smile and went to fetch the drinks. I chose synthale too, although it's blandness normally repels me. But all I wanted to do was to drink with him, and thus begin the bonding process. It was clear that he was not going to jump into bed right away. A little conversation might be required to establish a more romantic ambience.

After passing one of the synthales to Julian I took a seat and we studied one another for a time. Me, predatory and excited; him, flustered and torn. He clenched the glass so tightly that I almost expected it to break under the pressure. When he finally took a gulp of the drink he didn't swallow it properly which made him start coughing. This time I couldn't hold back a short laugh, and he was really upset by this. In fact it seemed to me that he looked far too embarrassed for such a trivial incident.

"Sorry," he muttered.

"It's all right," I assured him. "I'm so glad that you came tonight, Julian. I do hope that you will stay until the morning."

"Why?"

"I'm surprised that you should ask. Just look in the mirror and you'll see your answer," I told him.

He smiled briefly. "Thank you for the compliment. I... I find you very attractive too, Gul Dukat."

"Please, there's no need to be so formal. You can call me Dukat or if you'd prefer, my first name is Seran."

"Seran," he repeated, as if testing the sound of it. And then he said, almost defiantly; "I've never been with a man before. If I stay, you might be disappointed."

Oh, how little he understood! I was glad that I was his first, glad that he was so uncertain about his own sexual prowess. Adopting the role of Julian's trainer was an attractive prospect to me. If I performed this task well, then perhaps in his own middle years Julian might remember me as fondly as I now remembered Zimir.

I went over to him and knelt down at the side of his chair. He simply stared at me, his face for once unreadable. I did not intend to share my own thoughts with him, nor would I tell him about Zimir. He would probably not believe me if I did. But he clearly needed reassurance, as I had done from a lover more than once in my youth. As this thought crossed my mind, I had a momentary feeling of kinship with him.

"Julian, I'm not concerned that there haven't been any other men in your life. If you'll take a little advice from me as we go along, then I'm sure we'll have a wonderful time together. As the Cardassian saying goes; we learn, we do, we teach, we die."

"That's a good saying," Bashir said evenly. He then stood up and went to the window. He stared out at the stars, his face pensive. I waited silently and patiently. Let him take his time in making the decision.

"Why do I feel as if I'm surrounded by you, when you're only one person?" he asked me suddenly. How was I to answer that? I can hardly surround him from nearly two metres away, and I was still on my knees as well. But of course he didn't mean physically; he meant mentally.

"I'm not surrounding you; I'm pushing you," I corrected him. "I've made you discover a side of yourself that you didn't know existed. I've made you dream of sex with someone that you never knew you were capable of desiring."

This hit home. I saw his eyes widen and he looked pensive and thoughtful. As Julian turned back to the stars, I stood up and started to walk towards him slowly.

"You're frightened of your own sexual desires," I told him. "You hear my call but you know it would be safer to disregard it, so you're trying to pull away. But safety is so very dull sometimes. You're also worrying about what other people would say, rather than giving your own needs precedence for once. Everyone needs to let down their guard and have a little fun occasionally Julian, even dedicated Starfleet doctors. Go back to your quarters if you want to, I won't stop you. But not staying could be a missed opportunity which you might regret for a long time to come."

He swung round to face me at last, and I was taken aback to see a bright smile on his face. "I love the way you pronounce my name," he said softly. With a quick movement he wrapped his arms around me and all of a sudden we were kissing.

How very sweet that first kiss was! His lips felt smooth and moist as they pressed gently against mine. Delighted that he hadn't rejected me, I kissed him with a passion and after the slightest hesitancy he responded to my touch. Julian did the strangest thing after we had been smooching for a few minutes; he pushed his tongue right into my mouth! I felt it go in, and then he was licking the inside of my mouth with it... The feeling wasn't unpleasant but I was so surprised that I pulled back from him immediately. He opened his eyes and looked at me. Correctly defining the reason for my withdrawal, he gave me a shy grin.

"I guess lovers don't do that sort of thing on Cardassia, do they?"

"No, they don't."

"Well, good! That means the learning process won't be totally one-sided tonight..." And he started kissing me again, using his tongue occasionally as he had done before. I understood why and I approved of his attitude. Knowing that I would have to dominate the later stages of our lovemaking, Julian wanted to set the pace himself for now. And after a while, the feeling of it wasn't so bad. Soon I gained the courage to try it myself, and pressed my own tongue into his mouth slowly. I was rewarded by a gentle nip from his teeth and a soft caress of his hands on my buttocks.

Up to that point I had allowed him to hold me without responding in any way except for kissing. Feeling his touch on my body gave me the invitation to go further. Soon we were grabbing at one another, reaching out wildly to touch and caress every bit of flesh within reach. His skin felt like the lushest Terralian silk; his body was lithe and graceful. It was better than I had imagined, much better. As I rubbed his thighs in circular motions with my hands I heard him give a cry of pleasure. He immediately he did the same to thing me, I think in an attempt to show me how good it felt.

"Press down harder with your hands, Julian," I said to him breathlessly. He grunted in response, and complied. And oh, the strength of the feeling when he increased the force of his caresses! I groaned as the sensations of pleasure seemed to well up from inside me, and at that moment I felt the first stirrings of an erection.

Julian leaned against me and angled his head sideways so that he could reach under my neck with his mouth. I gasped with pain as I felt him apply small, sharp bites to my neck, just below my chin. But the pain was good, a warm feeling which excited me and involuntarily, I lifted my head up to allow him easier access.

"Oh Julian, that's so good," I told him fervently. He made no verbal response since his mouth was busy licking the blood from my bites. He simply squeezed my hand to signify his acknowledgement of my words. He moved to the side of my neck then, applying similar bites to the curve of my shoulders, just where the row of scales end. But that area on any Cardassian's body has little sensitivity and I could hardly feel his touch.

"I'm afraid that there are very few nerve endings in my shoulders," I told him.

He stopped what he was doing and gave me a rueful smile. "That's a pity, Seran."

I nodded, pleased at the use of my intimate name, and moved my hand around the back of his neck to pull his face closer. I wanted to study his expression to be sure that all was well. I saw bright expectation in his liquid brown eyes and a happy smile on his face. He had cast off most of his fears, I thought. That was all to the good, for if I were to become much more aroused, I might not be able to stop if he rejected me.

"Do you want to go to the bedroom?" I asked him.

"What do you think?" he replied, with a seductive smile that melted my heart.

"I think... I think that you seem a lot happier about this than when you arrived."

He smiled and snuggled up to me, putting his head against my chest. "I spent all day thinking about you. I tried to put you out of my mind but you wouldn't go, damn you! And I knew then that I was going to come here tonight, and yes, that I would go to your bedroom. But I was afraid, partly because you must have so much more experience than me-"

"Julian, remember what I told you about that..." I said reprovingly.

"I know; we learn, we do, we teach, we die. A wise motto, although some people I know would probably end up doing all four in the same night! And wouldn't that be a really wild night too, don't you think?"

I laughed. "Well, I'm willing to learn, do and teach. But let's skip the dying part at least," I implored him.

He rolled his eyes. "If you really insist," he drawled ironically. And then he looked up at me with those breathtaking eyes, so unaware of their power. "Shall we go?"

It was fortunate that the quarters to which I had been assigned happened to contain a double bed. I dragged him down onto it with me and pulled him close for another kiss. There was a palpable sense of excitement and anticipation in that room. Soon we were doing all we could to get to know every part of each other's body. But I soon spotted a pattern in our lovemaking. Julian would wait until I had done something to him, and then repeat that same move on me. In my opinion this was not caused by any inability on his part to be spontaneous or innovative. Rather, I think it was simply a consequence of his relative inexperience and uncertainty. He needed for me to guide him along a little, something which I was more than willing to do.

When I judged that he had been stimulated sufficiently, I used my hand to touch his genital area for the first time. The cloth of his trousers was stretched tight as his erection formed and swelled underneath. I couldn't wait to find out what his naked cock looked like. He gasped in shock at my touch but then pushed his groin closer against my hand. I squeezed him gently, knowing that you have to be more careful with Humans, and he liked it. A fine sheen of sweat was forming on his expressive face and his breath came in short, rapid pants.

"It's time to remove these restrictive uniforms, don't you think?" I asked him amusedly.

"That could be a good idea; mine's starting to feel tight in all the wrong places. How does yours come off? I can't see any fastenings."

I showed him the hidden straps which are used to hold the body armour in place. He watched with fascination as I took off the armour and my black undershirt as well. When I was stripped to the waist, I paused to let him study my upper body. I was not disappointed in his reactions.

Julian stared up and down, his eyes raking over me as if he didn't want to miss a single detail. He noted with extreme interest the small, overlapping scales which framed my nipples, plus the larger patterns of scales and ridges on my stomach and back. All the time he had the most lustful expression on his face, and the bulge in his pants grew appreciably as he studied me. What a powerful feeling for a 52 year old man, to have this sexy young dragon lusting after him! With a shy smile Julian reached out and tugged at my nipples, then he looked surprised and disappointed when I showed no reaction. I hastened to explain.

"That's the other area of my body which is almost desensitised. Cardassian men call our nipples the ultimate design fault, " I told him with a grin. "Don't worry about it! There are far too many other areas of my body which do give pleasure for me to care about the few that don't."

"All right. I have to admit, my own nipples are pretty sensitive," he confided. My interest was piqued and I think he spotted this.

"Then I must make sure to check on that when you strip," I promised him meaningfully. Julian nodded eagerly. What a treasure this boy is!

I wanted to show him the rest of my body so I stood up and quickly removed my boots, pants and underclothes. Naked, I proudly took up a stance before him, then walked back and forward as if I were modelling clothes. We men are such poseurs sometimes! But when a new lover sees my body for the first time, it's always an enjoyable experience for us both. I am, there's no getting away from it, well endowed. My penis is long and thick, my balls large and perfectly proportioned. Julian's expressive features conveyed all too well his appreciation of my body. He didn't just stare at my genitals. I saw his eyes roam all over me, from my black hair down to my grey feet. But his gaze did keep flicking back to my penis, I'm glad to say!

"Do you like what you see?" I enquired of him. The question was totally unnecessary, his lively face revealed his emotions plainly. But I couldn't see anything wrong in encouraging him to say out loud how he handsome he considered me to be!

"You're stunning," he said reverently. And then he got up and gave me a warm hug. I was surprised by this; hugs are gestures of fondness, after all. And such an emotion seemed to have no place in this room. We had met here to fuck, not to get to know one another and be friends. But Julian seemed to have become fond of me anyway. When I reflected on how I'd treated him so far, this seemed astonishing. But I was coming to appreciate that Humans are very different, and I think that Julian Bashir is more different than most.

He stepped back from me then and threw a teasing smile in my direction. "I'll make a show for you, shall I Seran?"

"Please do," I replied delightedly, and I curled up on the bed to watch him. The uniform top came off first, then his shoes and trousers, next his undertunic and finally his briefs. Mimicking my own actions when I had stripped off a moment before, he theatrically pranced about before me. I laughed because I was amused and appreciative of this boldness. This was no wilting flower of a man that I had seduced! There was a hidden core of steel within Julian Bashir, and I was determined to help bring it forth into the light.

I had never seen a Human naked before and hadn't quite known what to expect. My only thought was that the rest of Julian's body would probably be as unadorned as the parts which were normally visible. This proved to be the case but I wasn't disappointed by that. The differences between us were refreshingly novel. Like me he had nipples, but with no surrounding scales. I was surprised to find hair growing in various places on his body; that looked interesting! And his penis was a bit of a shock, to be honest. It wasn't quite as long or as thick as mine, although it seemed more than adequate for the job. However, the head of his cock didn't taper just at the end as mine does. With most Cardassian men, the head of the penis is about two thirds as thick as the base. This makes for easier penetration. I wondered how it would feel to have his thick cock inside of me. For the first time that night, I too had a brief moment of nerves. But my self-appointed role was to be Julian's sexual guide, so I didn't allow myself to dwell on these thoughts. And besides, I'd be very surprised if he felt willing to fuck me on our first night together.

Why did I say 'our first night together' just then, as if there are definitely going to be others?

Well, to return to the events of that evening, I was quite mesmerised by his magnificent body. What words could I find to convey to him how awed I felt at being allowed the company of such a beauty? Right then, he was the most important thing in the universe to me.

"Come, my Julian," I said as I walked towards the bed. He needed no further encouragement to join me.

Being naked seemed to remove many of Julian's reservations, although I still sensed that he felt a little nervous. But he wanted to have fun too, and his enthusiasm for being with me was most flattering. Our arms and legs became entangled as we stroked and fondled one another. We were both so exhilarated, so turned on. Two hard cocks clashed as we pushed our bodies ever closer together. His touch on my bare skin was like fire, making me forget myself, forget everything except the pleasure he was bringing me. I moaned and writhed under his touch. I heard him say; "I'm so glad that I'm pleasing you..." and I cried out; "Damn right you are!" He wanted so badly to make me happy, in fact he was totally determined to do so.

My shaft became bone hard as Julian caressed me. I guided his hands to the areas of my body which most repaid such devoted attention. Occasionally I would ask him to press harder, or to go faster or slower. He did as I asked immediately; no teasing withdrawals or refusals here! That didn't surprise me; he was too anxious to do well. There was no point in telling him that I would make sure he did, because it was too important to him for my words to make any difference.

If sometimes Julian's touch fumbled a little, that didn't matter. What did matter was that he was learning, even in that short time, about the right way to behave towards a lover. Ah, if only we two lived on the same planet! Then I could be his mentor and I would make of him the best lover in the quadrant... Not that he was incompetent in bed as it was, by any means. He just needed to add to his array of skills and knowledge. This in turn would give him the confidence to take the lead in bed as a man should.

His breathing was hot against my neck as he threshed about next to me. I luxuriated in the scent of him, now that his arousal was complete. His penis throbbed and fluid leaked steadily from the end. Now I'm no expert on Human sexuality, but I know a man who's desperate to come when I see one! Surprising, how quickly he got ready to climax. We had only been in the bedroom for a few minutes and although I too was hard, my climax wasn't imminent. It seemed preferable to bring him to completion first and then, after he was more relaxed, to talk to him about my own desires. For I wanted to come inside of him and this, I knew, would be the most difficult thing for him to do tonight.

With a smile, I detached his hands from my body and pushed myself further down the bed.

"Just relax Julian and everything will be fine," I instructed him cheerfully.

"I am relaxed, Dukat; this is all so wonderful. I never thought that anything like this could ever happen to me!"

He was so very open about his emotions! How glad I was that his first time was with a kind man such as myself. Some of the Cardassians that I knew would use his vulnerabilities against him, and play with his mind just for fun until it was ripped to shreds.

"The best, my dear Julian, is yet to come," I promised. And making the deeds fit the words, I used both of my hands to gently stroke his hot penis from base to tip. How he loved that! Julian cried out joyously, strangled syllables that I don't think even another Human could understand. His hands were on me, clenching and releasing in a feverish rhythm as the sensations I was creating rocked him.

I didn't use my hands for than a minute though, since I intended to make him come in my mouth. After giving him a lewd grin I bent my head towards his erect penis.

"Dukat, no! I can't... I can't-" Julian yelled at me.

I mistakenly assumed at this point that Humans must have some cultural taboo about oral sex. Well, that wasn't a problem, if so. I could always use my hand; he had allowed that. But in fact, the reason for his alarm was quite different. As I looked up at him enquiringly, waiting for further explanation, he climaxed without warning. My head was only about a third of a metre away from his cock at the time. The cum slammed straight into my face and went all over me. Unfortunately some of it got into my right eye too, and that stung like hell! I cursed and tried to wipe the fluid away with my fingers but I couldn't seem to remove it all. The vision in that eye soon started to get a little blurry.

Julian was totally devastated by this. As soon as his orgasm faded he started babbling out his apologies. "Oh Dukat, I'm so sorry! This is just awful... You must be completely furious with me, and I don't blame you. I never meant to hurt you, really I didn't. I thought I could hold on, but... Can I do anything, please tell me if I can help in some way?"

And there was much more of the same. His assumption that I was angry with him was false; these things happen. From the desolated tone of his voice, I judged that it had possibly happened to him before. But my first priority right then was to make my eye feel better.

"Can you get me a towel please?" I asked him. Julian jumped up immediately to fetch the towel and when it arrived, I wiped myself down with it thoroughly. Then I walked through to the adjoining bathroom and washed my face. My eye quickly felt better; once the cum was removed, the stinging stopped and my vision returned to normal. As for my erection, I'm happy to say that this was still firmly in place and almost begging to be attended to. On returning to the bedroom I was surprised to find that Julian wasn't there. I went through to the living area and there he was, pacing about the room nervously.

"What are you doing out here, Julian?" I asked him curiously. "I hope you haven't had a change of mind about me. I would hate to have to spend the rest of the night alone..." As I spoke, I held out my hand to him. He looked at me wordlessly for a moment before coming forward to embrace me. I realised that he felt gratitude towards me because I had not become hostile towards him after what had happened.

"How long have you had a problem with premature ejaculation?" I asked him calmly. Not an easy topic to raise with any man, but it was surely better to discuss it than to pretend it hadn't happened.

"Always," he said with a strange dignity. "It's been the ruin of several good relationships in the past. Sometimes I manage to... well, to hold on and to come within a normal amount of time. More often than not, I don't. The more excited I get, the less control I have over my own body. I so hoped that I wouldn't let you down but you made me pretty damn excited tonight..." The woebegone look on his face disturbed me.

"Julian - you have not let me down," I said, pronouncing each word with heavy emphasis. I did not want to seem accusing or critical, so I chose my next words carefully. "Though I would have imagined that, as a doctor, you would have easy access to treatments which could alleviate your condition."

He looked at me solemnly. "Unfortunately, it's not a physical affliction. There's nothing wrong with my body; it's something in my head. I don't know what, though; I've never been abused or anything. And I know that means I should see a counsellor about it, but I can't. Something so personal... I just can't!" He uttered this last sentence so defiantly that you'd think I had spent the last three hours trying to pursuade him to reconsider.

Well, I was considerably cheered to find out that the problem was not a physical one. This meant that I could possibly do something about it. I led him to the bedroom again; he walked without a word, his body passively draped against mine. I sensed that he was relieved, as if a weight was lifted from his heart. Perhaps the fear of this condition recurring explained some of his earlier anxiety. We sat down on the bed and I started to give him some advice. I didn't know if he would take it, but I was certain that he would at least listen to me.

"You know Julian, Cardassians place a great emphasis on mental discipline. Vulcans also work towards the same goal, but for them it is linked to emotional repression. We strive to conquer the body by refining the mind. Cardassians believe that this is an essential step towards achieving our personal objectives. Such techniques are learned in childhood, and believe me they are immensely valuable in later life. But from what I've seen of Humans, your minds are - forgive me - chaotic. No order, little control. I'll give you an example of what I mean. If you're exhausted but you need to stay awake, what makes it happen? The mind does; it overrides the wishes of the body. But if your mind is not sufficiently empowered? Then the body wins and you sleep."

He looked at me thoughtfully. "You mean that my mind needs to learn how to prevent my body from coming when it wants to?"

"Precisely. Coincidentally, my cousin Qjin had the same problem as you about a year ago. For treatment he used a complementary series of books and holovids supplied by a leading Cardassian healthcare company. They taught him to apply localised control techniques designed for this very situation. By that I mean meditation, practising sexual arousal under specified conditions, focusing the mind etc. And the programme is designed to be used by the afflicted person only, alone and in private. Would you like me to send you copies of Qjin's books and vids? I'm sure they would help."

He looked a little bemused but I could see that he was starting to feel better. "I would like that very much," he replied. And then, softly; "Thank you Seran, for being so kind."

"It was my pleasure," I assured him. Poor Julian! What must Human society be like, if he had nobody to admit his problems to except a man he had never met before today? Didn't they support and counsel one another as we do? I could only conclude that they did not. A strange omission, for a society that acted so very pleased with itself, and was so moralistic in it's dealings with other species.

At this point, Julian evidently decided that there had been enough talking for the moment. Without warning he pushed me down onto the bed and straddled me. As I mentioned before, I was still rock solid and I can't deny that I needed release badly. I looked up at him, watching attentively as he smiled down at me and then leaned forward to lick my penis.

The touch of his tongue against my throbbing shaft felt cool and light, but it was not firm enough to satisfy me. I asked him to suck me off hard, but for the first time that night he showed a mischievous side to his personality and disregarded my request. Instead he continued to lick my penis, this time even more gently. In one movement he would slide his tongue from the base to the tip, across the unbearably sensitive head and down the other side. I liked it, yes, but right then I was in dire need of an orgasm and such mild contact wouldn't do it. I entreated him to make me come using my eyes, my voice, my body. And after what seemed like an eternity but was probably only two or three minutes, he did as I asked. Such a feeling of relief as my penis was finally enveloped within his eager mouth!

I soon forgave him for making me wait as he sucked me off with vigour and strength. Every now and then his teeth would rake across my shaft. At one level that was painful but I still wanted more of him, more of all this. I yelled his name and kept on yelling.

"Julian, oh yes more... you know what I need; make me climax, my love, ahhhh yes Julian, I have to-"

After that I spoke an almost constant monologue of grunts and moans. Putting together a coherent sentence was completely beyond me. I would look down and see his brown head busily working between my legs, and I was so grateful for him. Rivers of pleasure built up in my groin and then radiated their energy outwards to every corner of my body. I felt such heat, stronger than the hottest desert sun. And it was all being caused by this young and (not so!) innocent Starfleet officer.

I remember pushing up by the hips, desperate to get deeper into that mouth. Julian took me in, all of me. I don't know how but he did it. And he sucked and nipped and licked until I was a writhing, gibbering, moaning wreck! He didn't stop or slow down for a second. And then I could feel the first rumblings of my climax, like distant thunder. My chest tightened and my balls were painfully clenched by an invisible fist. Well, that's how the onset of an orgasm always feels to me anyway. And then I came, shooting bursts of clear, salty cum into Julian's waiting mouth as I sobbed and gasped with ecstasy.

Julian swallowed almost all of my cum, with just a little fluid dribbling down the side of his face. He kept my penis deep inside his mouth until the last remnants of my orgasm had passed. Only then did he pull away from me. He looked me over critically and seemed satisfied that I had been pleasured sufficiently. As well he might be! For a beginner, that was some blow job...

"Was that all right?" Julian asked me. He was clearly confident of my reply for his tone was casual rather than anxious.

"You know it was," I told him with a grin. "You're just hunting for compliments!"

"Well if you liked it, I thought the least you could do is let me know..." he said with a wry smile. Well, if he wanted praising, he'd get it!

"I liked it. I adored it. I loved it. It meant a great deal to me. I was totally satisfied by your actions. You were incredible. You were amazing. You were-"

"Stupid to ask you that question!" he interjected, as he finally realised I would continue indefinitely if not stopped. We giggled together hysterically. I think we were at that stage of post-coital euphoria where things seem a lot funnier than they really are.

Feeling mellow and contented, I pulled him close to me and we exchanged kisses once more. What we had shared was incredible and I hoped that the passion was not over yet. But for a while I was more than content just to rest with this beautiful man in my arms.

It was about fifteen minutes later when Julian sat up all of a sudden and regarded me with a bright, leering expression. "Well, I'm ready for round two!" he announced brazenly. Of course, I was very happy to hear this. But...

"Julian, what I want from you next, you might not be prepared to give," I said warningly. But I had underestimated him.

"You mean that you want to come inside of me? I know that's what you need and it's all right. Just be careful with me, that's all."

I admired his bravery. He was scared of being penetrated but he was still willing to allow it, for my sake. I surmised that he expected to find no pleasure in being fucked. How little he knew about male to male sex... a sad indictment on the teaching standards in Human schools. But if things proceeded as I planned, by the end of it he'd be begging me to fuck him again.

"I won't promise not to give you pain, " I said to Julian. "Sometimes it hurts when it's your first time. At least, it does for Cardassians. What I will promise is to be as careful as I can and to make it as easy as possible for you. Trust me?"

"Just about enough," he replied with a wry smile.

"One thing more then before we begin, Julian. I'm going to bring you to climax as well. Whenever you want to come, just do it. I don't care if it takes ten seconds, ten minutes or ten hours. Let your body set the pace just for tonight and enjoy yourself, all right?"

"Hmm. Who'd have known that you could be such a nice guy?"

I shook my finger at him in mock reproof. "It's top secret. Don't tell anyone, will you? I'd hate people around here to start thinking well of me!"

Julian laughed. "I hardly think that I'll be spinning yarns about this evening around the table at Quark's!"

"That's good to hear," I murmured as I caressed the curve of his shoulders with my hand. He moved sensuously under my touch, like shifting sands.

"Teach me things," he entreated me. "Teach me how to be as confident and skilful in bed as you are. Show me what to do to really please a Cardassian male..."

I think I had expected such a request. Julian was the sort of man who would always strive to become more than he currently was. I could see an almost unlimited amount of potential in him. Properly tutored, he could do anything that he wanted. There was only a limited amount that could be accomplished in one night, but I would do my best with the time I had. And in return he would remember me affectionately for the rest of his life.

"I'll do that for you Julian if it's what you want, but keep one fact in mind. I was totally at your mercy when you sucked me off just before. I didn't teach you that; you already knew it. Some things you must just have a natural talent for..."

Julian grinned engagingly. "I'll remember... but teach me anyway."

"Very well then. I'm just going to use the replicator before we begin."

I returned to the room shortly afterwards with some lubricant and a bottle of scented massage oil. Settling back onto the bed, I turned Julian onto his stomach. He lay there passively, perhaps half expecting me to push his legs apart and penetrate him right away. But I had no intention of being so selfish.

"Don't worry," I said to reassure him. He looked up at me and gave me a small smile in response. I was starting to feel all hot again inside as my mind's desire for sex infected my body. It was the sight of his smooth, sharply muscled back that did it. And I could not help but adore Julian's buttocks! They curved enticingly, the light skin making the dark cleft between his cheeks look all the more inviting by contrast. My body was inflamed with desire for him, but I knew that going slowly would be the only way to proceed.

How to approach this matter of teaching him? He must already have some sexual knowledge, if only from his medical studies. I did not wish to appear to patronise him, but nor did I want to leave things out which he should know. I decided simply to explain what I was doing as I went along and hope that this would be enough.

"I'm sure you know that foreplay is an essential part of good sex, Julian. It heightens the anticipation of the sexual act and it makes both partners ready for action, as it were. It's also the considerate thing to do. Now, Cardassians use kissing as a part of foreplay, but we do not place quite the emphasis on it that Humans do. We prefer to stroke our lovers repeatedly on areas of their body such as the thighs, the neck, the stomach and the face. We do not normally touch our sex organs right away. Another method of foreplay that men particularly like is a hot massage. I think we'll try that for tonight."

I opened the jar of massage oil and scooped a handful of the green fluid into my palm. I let it trickle through my fingers and drip onto Julian's back slowly. As the oil touched him he flinched, and then relaxed.

"What is that stuff, Dukat? It feels wonderfully warm."

"Rn'joki essence. A distillation of seven different types of Cardassian berries."

"I like it," he said contentedly. I was glad to see him so relaxed; it seemed like years had passed since he had first arrived in my quarters.

Applying the rest of the oil to his back caused loud moans of appreciation to emerge from Julian's sexy mouth. I had replicated the Rn'joki to only 50 per cent of it's normal strength so that it wasn't too hot for his Human skin. My hands moved methodically across Julian's back, rubbing every drop of the oil deep into his skin. From the nape of his neck to the small of his back, I massaged him thoroughly. Just occasionally, to tease him, I would push my hands lower and feel his rounded ass become slick as it was covered by the oil. Julian especially adored that! I had been taught massage long ago by a courtesan of my acquaintance. It was satisfying to find that Julian appreciated my considerable talents in this respect. It took me about 40 minutes to complete a full back massage.

"Oh Seran, that is so relaxing! I feel like I'm floating down a long, lazy river..." His voice was muted, his eyes closed. Hmm, that was unfortunate. I had known massage to have this same effect on me in times past. It had left Julian feeling physically relaxed rather than sexually stimulated. Nothing wrong with that, but it was now likely that he would fall asleep within a short time. And this I did not intend to allow. With a mischievous smile I spread his legs wide and knelt in the space between them. Then I bent down and started licking the soft, sensitive skin of his inner thighs. He woke up quickly enough then!

"That made me jump," he commented with a good natured grin. "Not that you did it with the deliberate intention of startling me, of course..."

This young man is smarter than I had expected!

"We were discussing foreplay," I merely commented.

"Oh yes, that! What else do Cardassians do to get aroused?"

"We like to become hostile towards one another." Julian looked at me suspiciously. "It's true! Anger always leads to arousal - that is, when we are attracted to the person that we are fighting with. Hostility plays an important part in our courtship rituals too."

"I see... tell me, how hard should I press down when I touch you?"

"As hard as you like, except on my head. Even my cock can take a considerable amount of pressure. And you need to use a firmer grip when I'm erect then when I'm not."

"Right! And what else do I need to know?" His eagerness to learn pleased me, so I gladly answered his questions. At this point neither of us were aroused, and since my initial thirst for him had been slaked, I could wait a while for our next encounter. We spent some time exchanging information on various methods of arousal and preferred sexual positions. This lively discussion ended suddenly when Julian grinned and said; "I think you should impart the rest of your knowledge during a practical demonstration. There's a lot to be said for on the job training..." And with this he pinned me down on the bed and we got to work.

As we made out I took great pleasure in squeezing and sucking Julian's nipples, which were indeed a very sensitive part of his body. He would shiver and cry out for more of my touch every time I did this. I was possessive and demanding with his body, because I felt as if I had the right to be. But Julian was also much bolder with me than before. He used more force when caressing me because he now knew that he could. He thrust his groin forward aggressively again and again, so that our straining cocks slammed into one another. His touch was like fire on my skin. When he showed me how much he had learned about Cardassian foreplay techniques, I could hardly breathe because I was in such a state of arousal...

I couldn't wait any longer to take him. I grabbed the lubricant and liberally covered my penis with it as Julian watched me, eyes aglow. It is a testament to how comfortable we were together by then that he turned over without being prompted, and willingly spread his legs for me. I might have spent hours drooling over the sight of that pert ass, but there just wasn't the time... I was, I frankly admit this, in a damned hurry to fuck him. But really, who wouldn't be? Julian has such a magnificent body... To be fair, he encouraged me to speed up as well. Cries of "Please Dukat, I want you!" and "Oh Seran, take me now!" filled the room. But I didn't hurt him too much; I was still careful.

I carefully pushed the head of my penis between the cleft of Julian's buttocks and kept on until I was inside of him. His was the tightest little ass I had ever fucked! I had to push and push, and all the time his muscles clenched painfully around me. I had begun to doubt if we were physically compatible at all, when at last I was there. My cock was shoved deep into Julian's backside and our bodies were pressed right against one another. I was out of breath and I remained still for a minute or so, my head resting heavily on his shoulder. I could smell his sweat and the scent of his arousal as it mixed with mine. In my imagination it seemed that I could hear his heartbeat, see his thoughts and feel every movement of his hot and horny body. I was so happy that night.

"You're filling me," Julian cried out. "You're in so deep! This... ah, this I did not expect..."

"The feeling it gives you? The sensation of being joined, of being one with another? The pleasure it brings?"

"Yesss," he hissed. "I don't want it to stop, not ever!"

"Oh Julian, I wish it could be so..."

When I felt that his body had adapted to me, I began to thrust back and forth. Underneath me Julian gasped and cried out as he vocalised every emotion, every desire, every conscious thought.

"Push back, my Julian..." I begged him, and he did as I asked. I felt his body rise from the bed in time with my thrusts, until the force of our joining pushed him right back down again. He had to clutch at the bed covers to stop himself being heaved on to the floor! As I thrust in, I could feel myself slamming against some part of Julian's anatomy, and when I did this he would howl with ecstasy each time. But even as I attended to my own satisfaction I had not neglected Julian's needs. My left hand was busy, stimulating his quickly erect sex with firm strokes. He came sooner than I did, but as I had told him, it did not matter. I allowed myself release a few minutes later.

It took a while for us to catch our breath and cool down, me especially. Sometimes I am forced to take notice of the fact that I am now middle aged! I do not recover as quickly as I used to, and that's a fact. But somehow I didn't think that I'd be hearing any complaints on that score from Julian. Well, why not just be honest about it! This was the best sex he'd ever had, and we both knew it. Middle aged or not, I still had what it took... I felt emotionally and physically euphoric, because the sex had been so satisfying, so fulfilling for both of us. And as for Julian, he looked divinely happy.

We hardly talked at all for the next half hour. I remember exchanging only a few brief comments with him, nothing of any importance. We were both wrapped up in our own thoughts. Personally I felt a small, unaccustomed surge of guilt. Not because I had been unfaithful to my wife; that was nothing new! It was because I had set out to bring Julian to my bed with no consideration at all of him as a person. I didn't worry about his fears or doubts. I just saw a sexy body and I wanted it, like a child wants a new toy. And I suppose that's bad. But in my mind, and I don't know if this is true of other people, most feelings of guilt come with an inbuilt retraction button. After a while some part of me denies that I'm really at fault, and tells me not to feel that bad because I really don't deserve to. Occasionally the guilt probably shouldn't go away, but it almost always does. Hell, sometimes it feels as if everything in my head is just one big self-delusion!

So of course, my mental defence mechanisms kicked in at that point. They pointed out that I had been kind to Julian throughout and helped him find solutions to his physical problems. They had me observe Julian's happy face, currently resting next to mine on the pillow. How could I be so bad if I had brought Julian such pleasure? my mind said. And since this seemed like an eminently logical argument, I felt a lot better about myself right away.

"If only you lived on Cardassia," I said longingly. "I would take you as my lover then. We would meet every week for a secret liaison in the beauty of the countryside or the aridness of the desert. I would show you so much... about domination and submission perhaps? About what it feels like to be tied up and at the mercy of a master who will push you to your very limits? About trust and faith and how far to experiment with a lover? We could experience it all... together."

"That sounds wonderful, but unfortunately there aren't that many openings for Starfleet doctors on Cardassia," Julian said dolefully. He seemed not to mind that I had spoken of a relationship between us as a given thing, as if he didn't have a say in it! He must like me very much then...

"I know, Julian; I was just fantasising about what might have been. But to be honest with you, it's probably best that things are as they are."

"Why?" he asked me curiously.

I could not look at him as I spoke. "If we had an ongoing relationship of that kind then... I would become too fond of you for my own good."

I heard Julian sigh and I glanced across at him questioningly. "Hasn't it got to that stage already?" he said simply. And I suddenly became aware that he was absolutely right. Even in this short time I had developed feelings for him. Without my even being consciously aware of it, this young man had found his own place in my heart. But when he saw how much this realisation disturbed me, Julian spoke no more about it.

All in all, that was one of the most memorable nights of my life. We slept soon after that and when the morning came we made love in the shower. Well, we tried to! Because the water temperature had to be lowered to within Human tolerance levels, I felt so cold that my cock wouldn't stiffen. That is a disturbing experience for any man, even though I knew that there was a perfectly rational explanation for it. In the end we transferred our lovemaking to the sofa and things swiftly improved as I got warmed up in more ways than one...

We didn't talk again of the future, although I certainly thought about it. As a long term lover he was, well, unsuitable. There was no other word for it. Other than being intelligent and handsome, he had none of the qualities which we Cardassians require a mate to possess. He was stuffed with Federation principles and Human weaknesses. And he knew nothing of me - what I had done, what I could do. We were simply not compatible. So I had to let go of what had been a charming but transitory liaison. For my own sake, if not for his. But I had never ever felt this way after a one night stand before.

When I kissed him goodbye after we had dressed and eaten, he hugged me and held on to me tightly for a minute or so. Then, with an audible sigh, he let me go. I knew that he did not want for us to part although he hadn't expressed his feelings openly. I think that this was his way of being considerate; he didn't want to put any pressure on me.

I have been back on Cardassia for three weeks now and I'm trying very hard to forget that Julian Bashir ever existed. But I am not doing very well at that, perhaps because I don't really want to. And Central Command have just ordered me to return to DS9 in two days for more talks with Sisko...

I woke up today with a massive desire to fuck someone... and the someone I had in mind sure as hell wasn't my wife.