Garak was unusually rough with him tonight; his dark skin was mottled with a series of bruises and abrasions caused by their love play. Garak, too, was a bit worse for wear. Julian had bit so hard on his neck ridge that he had drawn blood.

The Cardassian heard Julian gasp then felt his body tighten with release. Shuddering as he came, Garak yelled out something unintelligible then lay across Julian's back, fully spent.

The two men separated and panted as they lay side by side on the bed, neither speaking until their hearts had slowed down to a normal beat.

"That was…" Julian muttered.

"Intense," Garak finished with a grin.

"Want to go again?" Julian asked, propping his head up on his arm and looking at his companion curiously.

Garak swallowed, "Again?" he asked.

"Yeah," with a wicked grin, Julian straddled Garak's hips, "Again. Then, when we're done, I want to do it some more." The doctor kissed Garak lightly then ran his tongue playfully over the other man's lips. "Don't tell me you aren't up for it."

Garak cleared his throat, "Julian…"

"Yeah?" he asked, licking his companion's throat.

"Um, we've already made love four times," Garak said reluctantly. "Aren't you sore?"

"A little," Julian replied, "but this time I'll be on top."

Quickly, Garak tried to come up with a logical reason why they should not have sex. His back ached, his legs were cramping from Bashir sitting on him--despite appearing so thin, the doctor weighed a ton--his penis felt like it was rubbed raw, and his chest ached from so much physical exertion. There was no way he could do this again. None! "Don't you have an early appointment tomorrow?"

"No," Julian said, reaching between their bodies and grasping Garak's flaccid penis, "I'm off and you said you weren't going to open the shop till Monday so…"

Garak winced as the doctor pulled at his abused cock, "I…wouldn't want to exhaust you, my dear."

"Oh, don't worry, you won't!" Julian promised then encouraged Garak to roll over.

If he did as Julian wanted, he may wind up crippled for life, Garak mused, but if he didn't he'd have to hear a long, drawn out lecture on getting older and the sexual repercussions of it from the doctor and never get any sleep. Garak rolled over bonelessly and tried to act interested as Julian began to prod his backside with his long, thin fingers.

Damn Dukat, Garak cursed inwardly. The man had the stamina of an ox and he had spread all those false reports of Cardassian prowess throughout the quadrant. What self-respecting male was going to say, "Oh no, as a matter of fact, we're not hung like donkeys and if we can get it up twice in a row that's pretty damn good!"? No one. With all these damned alien races who had multiple sexual organs and 14 inch cocks, it was hard for a normal 50 something year old Cardassian to get any companionship much less a bed partner as attractive as Julian Bashir.

When they first met, he thought Julian's naiveté and shyness would work in his favor. Surely Julian, being new to the experience of men loving men wouldn't expect much out of him.

How was he to know the boy was an absolute slut?

Garak groaned as Julian plunged into his depths with little warning. Julian took this as a positive reaction and began to fuck the tailor with hard, fast thrusts. Garak gasped, "SWEET GULS!" he cried, but silently he thought, "My back is killing me! Dammit man, come already and get it over with!"

Julian grabbed his companion's half-erect cock and started to pump it rapidly. Garak howled in pain. It felt as though his cock was being scrubbed with sandpaper. Julian, becoming excited by his lover's enthusiasm began slapping Garak on the ass in time with his pelvic thrusts.

"OH! GOD! I! CAN'T! TAKE! THIS! MUCH! LONGER!" Garak screamed as his heart began to pump rapidly making his chest feel like it was on fire.

Never again! Garak swore, never again would he take another human to bed--especially not a genetically enhanced one. Yes, there is such a thing as too much sex.

Pain shot down Garak's left side as the air was forced from his lungs. Something was happening to him.

"Julian! JULIAN!" Garak gurgled as his body grew slack and he fell to the mattress bonelessly.

"Oh yes! YES! Garak!" Julian grabbed his hips and threw himself into the act full force. With a cry, he came, his fingers digging into the Cardassian's fleshy buttocks.

Lying on Garak's back, Julian waited until he caught his breath before sliding off. "That was the best sex I have ever had in my entire life.." Julian breathed in amazement.

He looked at Garak who had his eyes closed. "You are the most incredible, most giving lover I've ever had, Garak. I honestly don't think anyone or anything has ever satisfied me as much as being with you."

Garak remained silent.

"Garak?" Julian frowned, "Darling, are you asleep?"

Julian poked him in the shoulder, "Hello?"

~*~

"So," Quark said as he wiped off the counter, "Are you going to the funeral or what?"

Morn shrugged noncommittally.

"What about you Worf?" the Ferengi asked.

The Klingon nodded, "Garak came to my wife's funeral so it is only fitting that I attend his."

"I'm probably going to go too," Quark replied, "I'm thinking about buying the shop and getting my cousin Leok to run it," his voice fell to a whisper, "He's the type of guy who likes fashion a lot if you get my drift."

Worf merely glared.

"What?" Quark asked, "I'm not saying that's a bad thing. After all, Garak was always a little light in the loafers, know what I mean?"

"What are we talking about?" Miles asked as he stepped up to the bar.

"Garak's funeral," Quark said.

"Will you be attending the ceremony, Chief?" Worf inquired.

"Yeah, probably," O'Brien yawned, "I feel bad for Julian so I'll probably go just to cheer him up. Maybe afterward we'll play a few rounds of darts and get good and drunk--send Garak off right."

"Good idea!" Quark commended then looked at the Chief with a curious smile, "It's a shame Julian couldn't save him. Uh, what was it he said they were doing again?"

"Apparently, they were in a heated discussion over this poem called 'The Affectionate Shepherd' and Garak just keeled over dead as a doornail. There was nothing Julian could do. From what he said, Tain had a heart condition that Garak must have inherited and they just never caught it during the routine physicals. You know how Garak always hated getting check ups."

"Too true," Quark agreed solemnly.

~*~

"Garak?"

The Cardassian awoke with a start, "Huh?!?"

Julian smiled softly, "Poor old thing, I wore you out, didn't I? You go on back to sleep and we'll try some more in an hour or two."

Garak swallowed fearfully, there came a time in every man's life when he had to make a choice: pride or self-preservation.

"Julian, dear--we have to talk."

~*~

MONTHS LATER…

Garak sat at a table in Quark's, gazing across the room toward Ezri and Julian who giggled and kissed one another playfully.

"It's enough to make you sick," Quark muttered as he sat down a tray of drinks with a thump and glared at the young couple. "I mean, what does she see in him anyway?"

"It's just a passing fancy," Worf mumbled as he sipped his large prune juice.

"Well, I'm for it as long as he doesn't invite her to the holosuite with us. I don't care how many times she's been a man, women don't belong at the Alamo," Miles declared.

"That's a rather sexist comment, Chief," Odo objected.

"Do you want Kira to go kayaking with us?" the Irishman inquired with a raised eyebrow.

Odo considered that for a moment, "Well…no."

"I rest my case. Sometimes a man just needs to be alone, right Garak?"

The tailor nodded, "You have no idea how true that really is, Chief. Well said."

"Wanna go rent a holosuite?" O'Brien asked Odo.

"I think I have an hour or two I could spare. Are you gentlemen coming as well?" the changeling invited.

"I have to go wipe down the bar and make sure Morn doesn't drink me into bankruptcy," the Ferengi grumped as he moved off toward the large, hulking alien who was reaching for the beer tap.

"I think I'm just going to sit here for a while," Worf replied. "There's a few schematics for upgrading the Defiant I need to go over with the captain later and I want to work on my report."

"Garak?" Odo asked.

"I think I'll finish my drink, but thank you."

Garak looked at Ezri and Julian as they began to fondle one another under the table. Have fun my dear, he thought, at least if he kills you I won't have to put up with your annoying chatter anymore. Hmmm, maybe next time we'll get a male host…

Worf cleared his throat, "They do seem happy together, don't they?"

"Indeed." The tailor offered Worf a curious look, "Forgive me if I'm being presumptuous, but you could probably get her back if you tried. After all, Jadzia loved you intensely. Knowing the doctor as we do, it probably won't be much longer before--"

Worf cut him off with a gesture, "When Ezri and I…parted company, it was a mutual decision, but thank you for your concern."

"Ah," Garak nodded sadly, "Jadzia was a beautiful and loving woman. If it had been me, I don't think I could live with another woman so soon after her passing, even one who had her memories and was as attractive as our dear Ezri."

Worf shifted uneasily, "It's not that. Ezri is…"

"Yes?"

"Ezri is much more…energetic than Jadzia." The Klingon took a deep swallow of juice and stared at the countertop in embarrassment. "I found that being in her company was overly taxing at times. *Ahem* I think she and the doctor would make a far better match in that regard. The doctor seems rather…buoyant."

Garak allowed himself to process that bit of information then examined the Klingon critically, "Would you care to join me in my quarters? I think I might have something you could use."

"You're familiar with ship design?" Worf asked.

"Well, let's just say, I have a variety of interests," the tailor smiled and rose up from his chair.

With a curious glint in his eye, Worf followed suit.

The End