In the Wake of Silence

By JA Chapman

Quiet
Soft whisperings
A touch, a taste
Gentle motion
Flesh, gold like sand
Smooth and planed
Surging together
As sea does to shore
Fiery temptation
Thunder to lightning
Darkness penetrated by light
A cry, a harsh moan
Like the gulls off the coast
Like the call of the wind
Rolling
Tossing
Churning
Breaking against the barrier
The waves crash over and again
Release
The storm breaks
The soothing rain falls
Salty liquid falls down
Caressing the shore
Soothing the sea
There is peace
And in the wake of silence
The dream begins anew

The room was large and undecorated; its only ornament a single chair whose design was economical rather than elegant and was occupied by a silent Cardassian.

Garak.

Julian stood in the doorway that separated the two rooms and stared back at the former tailor with unblinking eyes. Garak was dressed simply and casually in an unadorned black tunic and pleated trousers. Julian himself was nude but if he felt any embarrassment by his state of undress, it was not immediately evident to his admirer. His posture was relaxed yet graceful and he wore his sexuality like a cloak. From behind him, a fair-haired man caressed the lightly muscled expanse of his back but Julian did not stir nor did he acknowledge him or Garak in any way.

"Perfection," Paris whispered approvingly.

Garak watched as Tom ran his large, finely boned hand down Julian's body possessively. Julian's eyes fluttered slightly as Tom gently cupped his bare bottom in appreciation.

"Very nice," he whispered against the other man's ear.

Tom walked around his companion so that they faced one another. Garak looked on at the two men and watched in fascination as their mouths joined in a brief, almost timid kiss. Tom stroked Julian's cheek then dropped his hand to the lightly furred chest, running it over one hardening nipple as if by accident. Fascinated by the gasp his touch elicited from the physician, Tom repeated the movement then replaced his hand with his mouth. He sucked the hard bud between his teeth then worrying it slightly; Tom reached behind Julian to rest his palm against Julian's rounded bottom.

The doctor slowly began to pump his hips, his erect penis aching with a growing need as Paris cruelly ignored it. Slowly, almost shamefully, Garak allowed his hand to drop to his lap and he began to rub himself through his trousers before opening the fly and pulling out his own cock. He stroked himself slowly, not wishing to end his pleasure too soon.

Tom released Julian's nipple and stepped back so that he could admire his companion's physique once more. "Lovely," he whispered as he reached for the hard cock and ran his thumb over the tip. Slowly, Tom dropped to his knees and drew Julian's erection into his mouth. Paris mouthed the flesh and caressed him with his tongue as he began to suck at him. Julian opened his mouth in soundless ecstasy and shut his eyes tight. Across the room, Garak began to pump his cock faster and bit his lip harshly so he did not disturb the magical silence that had descended over them.

Tom felt the hairs on Julian's legs rise as his rubbed his thighs playfully. Reaching up, he cupped and weighed the doctor's heavy testicles before abandoning his erection. With a grin he sucked first one, then the other into his mouth and tasted the puckered flesh as his hands roamed Julian's inner thighs.

Garak rubbed the head of his cock to spread the drops of precum gathering there as a lubricant then redoubled his efforts. He was now leaning back in the chair with his legs widespread as his watched Julian grip Paris' head possessively, his fingers tangled in the man's red-gold hair.

Paris reached between Julian's legs and began to rub his ass as he recaptured the straining cock with his lips. Justas his mouth was filled with the hot flesh, Tom shoved two fingers into Julian's tight rectum.

"Ahh!" Julian bit his tongue and tasted blood as pain mixed with pleasure. As if in apology, Paris began to fuck his opening gently, his tongue and throat gripping the dusky fleshed man's cock while his fingers stretched his ass.

Paris released Julian and removed his hard fingers before standing again. Julian moaned in disappointment but before he could speak, Paris kissed him. Their tongues danced against one another as Paris gripped his hips and caused a sweet, slow friction to build between their erections.

Paris ran his hands through Julian's damp curls then pulled his head away with a cruel yank. Looking deeply into his dark eyes, Paris grinned, "I'm going to fuck you," Julian was still silent as Paris' blue eyes sparkled in mischief and desire, "I'm going to fuck you so thoroughly that you'll never be able to cum with anyone else ever again, do you understand?"

"Yes," Julian said. The affirmation was said like a prayer and Paris, unable to resist, captured his lips briefly before moving around so that he could gain access to Bashir's ass.

"Bend over," he ordered softly, "I want you to tell Garak what you are feeling as I fuck you, understand?"

"Yes…" Julian closed his eyes and bent so that his hands rested on his spread thighs. With the minimal amount of preparation, Paris thrust inside of him deeply, "Oh god, Garak!" Julian shouted.

"Ah!" Garak cried out and jerked slightly as he had small orgasm but did not ejaculate. As he listened to Julian's soft whimpers of pleasure, he began to jerk and pull his cock again slowly.

"What am I doing to you?" Paris slapped Julian's butt lightly to get his attention as he continued to work his cock in and out of the small, tight, opening, "Tell Garak what I'm doing to you."

"He's fucking me," Julian shuddered as Paris squeezed then spread his ass further apart, "Do you hear me, Garak? He's fucking me!"

"Yes!" Garak felt his cheeks heat and flush as he straightened his legs and began to cum, "I hear you, yes!"

Julian, hearing Garak come to pleasure, also began to orgasm, his sphincter tightening and causing Tom to gasp and stumble as he rocked his hips and delivered powerful thrusts to Julian's opening.

Paris managed to hold off his own orgasm until Julian had emptied himself on the floor between their widespread feet. With a cry and a long shudder, he came, filling Julian with his hot essence.

Garak got to his feet shakily and walked over to the still joined men. As Paris panted and tried to regulate his breathing again, Garak drew Julian into his arms and kissed him soundly. Then, lifting his head, he caressed Paris' cheek with sticky fingers before kissing him as well.

Paris gasped as Garak's hard lips soothed his hot mouth with their textured coolness. Julian was crushed between them and he licked and bit at Garak's ridges while reaching behind himself to stroke Tom.

Garak broke free from the fair-haired human and once again kissed Julian deeply, almost reverently. Staring into the human's eyes, he said, "Let's go home."

Garak straightened his clothing and wiped his hands on a handkerchief he had tucked inside one of his pockets. Behind him, he heard the sounds of his companion also dressing.

Without looking back, Garak moved to the centre of the room where a door opened, bathing the illusion they had wrought in light. Garak stepped out of the holosuite and walked down the corridor toward his chambers, the human joining him in companionable silence.

Garak stepped through the portal and waited for the human to do the same before he made his way toward the bar.

"Do you want a drink?" Garak asked, dropping a few cubes of ice into a dark amber liquid then taking a swallow.

"I'd love one," he sighed and settled back against the soft cushions of the couch.

Garak repeated the process then refreshed his own drink before walking across the room and handing the glass to the other man.

"Thanks," the human said with a smile before taking a sip.

"Why did you do it?" Garak asked. At his friend's curious look, he elaborated, "Why did you come with me to Cardassia--why do you put up with my fantasies?"

"Are you asking me questions now, Garak?" there was a teasing tone to the human's voice.

"I'm serious," Garak dropped to one knee and placed his drink on the coffee table before resting his hand on the other man's thigh. "Why?"

Paris shrugged, "I'm no angel, Garak. Compared to some of the stuff I've done this little romp and reminiscence in the holosuite is nothing."

Garak shook his head, "No reminiscence," he smiled sadly, "I've never slept with Julian, although the opportunity to do so was there several times." He shrugged, "I guess neither of us had the courage to make the first move."

Paris was still for a moment as he processed this new bit of information. He leaned over to kiss Garak softly, "In that case, Bashir's loss is my gain, huh?"

Garak held Tom's gaze; "I do care for you, Tom. After I returned to Cardassia I never expected anyone--any human especially--to give up their comfortable Federation standing so that they could spend their days rebuilding a broken world with a shady old reprobate like myself."

"That's hardly the case here, Garak," Paris objected, "First off, when Voyager finally made it back to Federation space, I was once again just another ex-con. It didn't matter that I piloted the ship through the wormhole and to safety, I was damaged goods. My remaining family didn't want to have a damn thing to do with me, B'Elanna and Harry were dead and Katherine still blamed me for the explosion that took out half our crew. It's not like I had a whole lot of other offers," Paris caressed Garak's cheek lovingly, "But even if I had come home to a hero's welcome, I still would have gone with you."

Garak chuckled and got up from the floor to sit on the couch beside his companion. Paris leaned back in Garak's embrace and shut his eyes as the Cardassian began to speak; "I remember when I first laid eyes on you, Tom Paris. I was now considered the official Cardassian liaison to the Federation--me, a former spy negotiating with some of the same men whose pants I'd hemmed a year before on that very same station--and there you were, half drunk and arguing with Quark over some gambling debt or another…"

"He was trying to cheat me on the Dabo wheel," Paris broke in.

"…and you looked incredibly enticing even with stubble and your slept in formal wear."

"Enticing?" Paris chuckled, "The 'fleet boys didn't think so. I thought Ross was going to have me tossed out an airlock when he saw my uniform."

"I walked right past them all and introduced myself." Garak smiled and rested his lips against Paris' hair.

"Hello," Paris mocked his distinctive voice pattern, "my name is Elim Garak and, in case you hadn't heard yet, I used to be an agent for the Obsidian Order."

"And you said, 'You must have been a pretty lousy 'agent' if that's how you go around introducing yourself to perfect strangers!'

Very perfect strangers, I might add," Garak grinned, "You put down your drink and looked me dead in the eye saying…"

"Saying, 'look pal, I may be drunk but I ain't stupid,'" Paris finished, "And about an hour later I had my pants around my knees with a glass of kanaar in one hand and your---"

Garak stopped him with a kiss, "And you came home with me."

"And I came home with you," Paris agreed, "I liked the fact that someone still had a home to go yo---even if it was blasted and burnt all to hell."

"So why do you put up with it?" Garak asked seriously, "Why did you join me in the holosuite tonight? Why do you join me at all?"

Paris shrugged, "I don't know…maybe because Julian Bashir, poor dumb bastard that he undoubtedly is, lost you because he didn't know what he had and I was lucky enough to find you when I did." Tom placed his hand on top of Garak's, "He's just a hologram, I'm the real deal."

Garak was quiet for a long time.

"I'm going to destroy that program," he said finally.

"Why?" Tom frowned, "Look Garak, it doesn't bother me--"

Garak waved him silent, "I mean to say, I don't need it anymore. I found something better."

"Oh yeah?" Tom asked with a wry grin.

"Like you said, he's a shadow," Garak kissed him gently, "Why should I spend my life chasing a shadow when I have the real thing?"

"Why indeed…"

The End

Notice I got everything in there INCLUDING the 'no angels' thing. <g>

MY TURN NEXT! Hee hee.

---Jen