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The Occupation. Fighting a war against children - ironic, isn't it? I can barely remember a time without it. Still we go about our duties. Not a pretty sight, even for you, whom you have killed so many - just like me.

You. You charmed yourself into my heart. Just like you charm your way into the hearts of your comfort women. I fought it for so long, but now I cannot help but crave your touch. So different to how it was with him. He was the first and he will be the last. I really loved him. I still think of him, you know. But they took him away.

No, that is not true, he betrayed me. He told me that he loved me, again and again. I will never forgive him for deceiving me. And I will never forget what you did. Tell me, how did it feel to expose me in front of everyone? Father was there, too. Everyone was so pleased when Father made sure I would never see my lover again. Everyone betrayed me – first him, then Father and now you. Your triumphant smile, when I received orders to come with you. Fighting with you in a war against children, how distasteful. And your promotion. Prefect of Bajor. All you ever wanted.

You again. You make me want you. As beautiful as you are, as much I am a fool. You make me believe you would do anything for me, because you are so in love with me. You think I love you, too, but it is not love. It is a lie. My little game. You give yourself to me and I give myself to you. You think I am yours. All lies. I will never be yours. I will always belong to him.

~*~*~

Dukat gloomily stared at his PADD. Central Command was transferring him to Terok Nor. He didn't really want to go. True, Bajor had always been a little chilly for his taste, but by the great gul, an ore processing station?!

He sighed. Orders were orders.

The door chime dragged him out of his thoughts. "Come!"

It was Garak. "I wanted to see you before I leave for Cardassia Prime," he said as he entered.

"You are going home?"

"Not for long this time."

"I won't ask why, it's probably secret." Dukat knew he was right. "Anyway, come and sit with me for a moment."

Garak kneeled down next to him on the settee and looked into the other man's eyes. Just before Dukat could ask him what was the matter, Garak put his hand high up on the inside of Dukat's leg and kissed him deeply.

Dukat was pleasantly surprised. He wrapped his arms around Garak's waist and laid his head on his shoulder. "So, you want to make love," he whispered.

Garak said nothing. He hugged Dukat back, but his embrace was fierce. And this painful smile. Forced. Garak removed his body armour.

Dukat guided him to his bedroom. This beautiful mysterious man. So handsome and all his to take. But all the times Garak had let Dukat fuck him, he somehow had never really submitted. Dukat could never quite make him all his. That was in fact what attracted Dukat to Garak. And at the same time it infuriated him.

Dukat took Garak's hands, those lovely skillful hands and placed a kiss on each fingertip. Garak was obviously taking pleasure from this, but he still seemed a million light years away. Dukat slowly continued his kisses on Garak's chest. As he moved onto the other side, Dukat's exposed erection brushed against his lover's bare stomach and he moaned softly against Garak's neck.

"Very good," Garak grinned.

Dukat looked at him quizzically. Something was wrong, Dukat thought, everything seemed so contrived, his facial expression, his gestures. He rolled Garak onto his side, ran his fingers through the other man's thick black hair and pulled his face close.

Always smiling, he thought, always friendly and polite and in control.

Dukat swept his lips over Garak's. "I love you so much," he mumbled.

He felt Garak jolt.

"I would give anything to hear you say that you love me, too." Dukat's hand embarked on a downward journey.

"Take them. Hard!" Garak said, his eyes watching Dukat's face.

Dukat reached between the other man's warm thighs. Now Garak seemed to relax a little. Dukat searched for Garak's balls, when he found them he briefly caressed the smooth skin, covered in the tiniest, most delicate scales. Then he squeezed them firmly.

Garak closed his eyes and exhaled. Then he looked at Dukat and said, "you really do love me, don't you?"

But Dukat was lost in a wave of desire. His fingers played over the tip, down the length of Garak's erection, finally reached around and probed the supple skin of his cleft. "You are ready for me. Oh please, let me make love to you...," he whispered huskily against Garak's ear.

"And here I am thinking you are not capable of love," Garak said dryly.

"Of course I am," Dukat withdrew his hand. "What is the matter with you? You think you can just treat me like this all the time, with this indifference? I am a Cardassian, not a piece of rock. I have feelings, like everybody else, you know."

"You don't say! I came here for a good fuck, not to exchange declarations of love."

Dukat ignored the cutting remark. "Don't you feel any love for me, Garak, just a little bit?"

"I don't know, maybe a little."

Dukat licked a tiny drop of precum off the tip of Garak's swollen sex. Garak whined and struggled.

He turned away and Dukat could see that he was now clearly agitated.

"Just once tell me that you love me and that you will stay with me, Garak." Dukat stopped to look into his lover's eyes.

"Nobody has ever committed themselves to me, so why should I?"

"You are so very special to me," Dukat said. "I care about you like I never cared about anyone else."

"No, you don't." Garak laughed bitterly. "Lies, nothing but lies. Who else do you give this little speech to, Dukat? Your wife, your two Orion slave boys, your comfort woman...?"

"But you are the only one I ever really loved."

"How much would I like to think that to be true. I want nothing more than to trust somebody again. When you say you love me, you don't seriously expect me to believe that?"

"Yes," Dukat said softly, reaching out for the other man's hand.

Garak shrugged off his touch. "I don't. You only love yourself. I gave you all the love I possibly could after we left for Bajor. I tried so hard. But even you could not make me forget him. And then I saw that you had just turned me into another one of your trophies. Oh, Dukat, I cannot even stand listening to any of your lies anymore."

Garak gathered his undergarments from the foot of the bed. "And you know what, I might as well go to Cardassia and not come back."

"I knew it." Dukat drew a deep breath. "You still want him, don't you? After all that this man has put you through and it seems not even Tain could drag you away from him."

"It can't be any worse than staying here with you. At least he loved me." Garak put on his undershirt and fished under the bed for his socks.

Dukat was baffled. "Nonsense! Can't you see that he used you?" He could not believe what he was hearing.

"He loved me. He did not try to control me or possess me, like you do. You are envious because I had something special with him. Something that you and I will never have."

"Wrong again, my dear Garak. You weren't anything more than a trophy for him either, but you are too blind to see that. Too blind for the hostility you feel for me. Have it your way then. You want to go back to Cardassia Prime?" Garak looked startled as Dukat took him in a stranglehold and forced him back onto the mattress, "I would rather kill you than to let you go back to him."

In frenzy, Dukat's gaze swept the room for a weapon in close proximity. He was going to intimidate Garak a little, not too much, otherwise he might send an assassin after him, but enough to make Garak see that no-one who rejects Gul Dukat goes unpunished.

His eyes finally came to rest upon the ornamented Hebitian dagger that lay on the bedside table. The valuable heirloom that his father had given him when he had first been assigned to Central Command...at last he was going to put it to some good use. He picked it up swiftly and with his free hand pried it out of its casing. In an instant he was back on top of the other man and held the weapon close to his neck.

Garak just laughed at him. "Is this how much you love me, that you would take my life over a little bout of jealousy? Go right ahead, what could my life possibly be worth? You have already ruined it anyway. It will be no great loss."

He could see Garak's intense blue eyes gleaming at him in the twilight. Those eyes that made Dukat always want to come back for more. It was almost uncanny. Those eyes, staring at him out of the darkness, like two bright sapphires. Damn, Garak seemed to have some kind of spell over him that he was unable to penetrate. Dukat felt himself getting hard again. Maybe the only way to really overcome the power Garak held over him was to kill him.

It seemed like an eternity until they finally broke their stare.

"I will spare your life - for now. But this is not over yet," Dukat said.

Garak straightened himself. "You know why you can't kill me? Because you are weak. Love makes you weak, nobody knows that better than I do."

Dukat decided to make one last feeble attempt to subdue the other man. He bent over the mocking figure on the bed and whispered close to his ear, "mark my words, Garak, you set one foot wrong and I will have you executed."

He sheathed the dagger, cast it onto the bed and walked out.