Rishi Baba


Stilling the doctor's long fingers, Garak held his gaze in the dimly lit bedroom. "Are you certain?"

"Yes. I promised."

"Keeping your promise is not the best reason for giving yourself to me, Julian."

"I promised you this because I wanted to... I just wasn't ready that night. I still want to. And I'm ready." Bashir began to undress.

"Ah, let me," Garak sighed, brushing the uniform off the Terran's shoulders.

Although they'd only been intimate for a week, Garak had become quite deft at getting Bashir out of his clothes and into bed. At least once the doctor decided he was going to bed, Garak was able to get him there fairly swiftly. It had taken some effort on the Cardassian's part to understand the differences in desire, timing and motivation between their species. Admittedly, Bashir had done his best to understand him as well, and usually met him half way when he could decode what Garak wanted.

Tonight, Garak wanted to fuck him. Bashir could appreciate that because he wanted Garak to fuck him, too. Sliding into his bed and watching his lover undress, he smiled at the extreme delicacy Garak had taken in broaching the subject, giving him every opportunity to refuse him or postpone or simply not understand what he wanted. Yes, it was true, Bashir had never been penetrated before but Garak was so gentle, so careful with him and so loving that the Terran truly wanted him, in all ways. He watched Garak place a small jar and packet on the bedside table, next to the towels, lubricant, analgesic, antiseptic and dermal regenerator he himself had put there earlier.

In spite of his research, the mechanics of the act were still a little frightening to Bashir and he tensed slightly when Garak slid in beside him and took him in his arms.

"You're nervous," Garak stated.

"A little," he admitted.

"We needn't go so far." Was offered.

"I want to." Was insisted.

"The first time does hurt, Julian."

"But there is only one first time," Bashir stretched against him. "And so much pleasure for the times after it."

"How practical and optimistic you are, my dear." He accepted the doctor's sweet kiss for an answer. "I've brought something that will help you relax."

"Is it chemical?"

"Well, herb chemicals, if you insist. Powdered wzriza and pholta root."

"Do I drink it, smoke it, inhale it or inject it?"

"Actually, you mix it with warm water and douche with it. You don't mind, do you? It will help with the proceeding but it's not necessary if you..."

"No, I don't mind, Elim, really." Bashir accepted the small packet Garak handed him. "Where did you get it?"

"I sent for it the day I met you."

"How practical and optimistic you are, my dear."

Garak laughed at his own words directed at him. "I believe we should prepare the future we want or settle for the future we get by not preparing for the future we want, for no desired event that we have sufficiently prepared for will ever fail to appear."

"That sounds like something from _Rishi Baba_; predicting the future by projecting it."

"It's hardly an original thought, Julian. But let us be philosophical later," Garak murmured, stroking Bashir's flank.

Taking the hint, the doctor crawled over him and stood up. "What proportions and...?"

"Half of this in a litre of warm water, twice." He rolled on his back and watched the Terran disappear into the bathroom. As stubborn as the young man could be, Garak mused, he was also capable of taking instruction when it was presented in the right light. He glanced at the array of paraphernalia on the bedside table. 'And fanatically prepared for every contingency. Probably the result of that abominable education they get in Starfleet.' Conserving his energy, the Cardassian relaxed into the pleasant anticipation of one whose long and patient labors are about to come to fruition. He smiled as the object of those labors glided back into bed. "How do you feel?" he asked against Bashir's lips.

"Good. Rather cool and tingly inside."

"That's correct."

"You've used this before."

"And always with great success."

Bashir laughed and snuggled closer.

"Don't go to sleep on me, Julian," Garak warned, rubbing the human's back vigorously.

"I shan't, I shan't. What next?"

"I don't have a fixed agenda." Garak smiled and kissed him long and lovingly. "I thought we'd see where the evening leads us."

"Yessss," Bashir whispered, returning the kiss playfully and letting the mellow glow spread through him. He sighed and began to giggle against Garak's lips. "Elim, what did you give me?" he leaned back, lightheaded but happy.

"What I told you." The Cardassian ran his tongue around Bashir's ear hoping to distract him from further questions. It didn't work; it never worked.

"Yes, but you've left some vital information out." Bashir eased away to look his lover in the eye and called for 25% lights. "Didn't you?"

"I believe pholta root acts like a mild narcotic in humans, not unlike your planet's hashish, I'm led to believe."

"And is it, like hashish, a legal substance in the Federation?"

"I imagine so. I got it from an herbalist on Irita 12, a Federation planet. Are you worried we'll be arrested by FedPol?"

"Right now," Bashir breathed, climbing on top of Garak. "I'm not worried about anything." He pried the Cardassian's mouth open, rubbing his erection over the hard cock and smooth scaled groin beneath him.

Garak let the human rouse them both a little longer before he reached for the lubricant. Gently searching between Bashir's cheeks, he carefully and easily inserted a finger. How different this night was than the first time; Bashir had nearly jumped out his skin when Garak's finger slipped into him. This night, Bashir sighed his approval and buried his tongue in the Cardassian's mouth.

Encouraged, Garak continued his gentle preparations. Probing deeper, he felt for the hard nodules behind the human's penis he'd read about with such interest. He knew he'd found it when Bashir began keening and writhing with pleasure. 'How nice for, Julian,' he thought idly, slowing his fingers before his lover's vocalizing deafened him.

"Oh, god, don't stop doing that," Bashir panted into his ear.

"I won't," Garak assured him. "However, I might wish to change the way I'm doing it." Withdrawing his fingers, he rolled the human onto his side and spooned up behind him, spreading lots of lube on his erection, especially the tip. He hooked Bahir's leg over his and centered his cock at the less tight than usual and thoroughly lubed ring. "Ready?"

"I think so." Bashir was tensing again.

"We'll go on three, shall we?" Garak stroked his flank reassuringly. "One." He felt Bashir exhale, flex the thigh slung over his and even relax a little. "And," the Cardassian ended his comforting stroke in a firm grip and, "Two," pressed into the snug canal. He listened to Bashir's surprised but not too painful gasp and held him still. "Don't thrash, Julian."

"I'm not! You said, 'go on three'," he accused.

"Was that not three?" Garak nipped at his nape. "I lost count." He took Bashir's hand and placed it on his own hip. "When you're ready, guide me in."

Knowing this would reassure the human, Garak bided his time, amusing himself by reaching around his lover and plying a fingertip over the cum slicked head of his erection. "Yessss," he sighed as Bashir urged him inside a millimeter at a time, with frequent stops. "Yesss, Julian, feel us together, how good, how sweet..." He felt his lover sigh with something like relief when he was fully impaled on Garak's cock.

"There," he whispered into the golden ear next to his lips. "That's all of it. I'm not hurting you, am I?"

"No..."

"Are you uncomfortable?"

"No..."

"You seem uncertain."

"This is, ah, a different sensation than I'm used to," Bashir clarified.

"But not terrible?"

"No, not at all."

"Almost enjoyable?"

"Yes..."

"It gets even better," Garak murmured, beginning to ease carefully in and out in a gentle rocking motion. He knew his cock had found the human's prostate again when Bashir's cock began to jerk in his hand the rhythm of his thrusts into his body.

"Oh, Elim," Bashir sighed, reaching down to speed up the Cardassian's strokes on his cock.

"Shhhh, Julian, enjoy this, let it last," Garak hissed, fending off the human's impatient hands.

Lapsing back into passivity, Bashir merely sighed and moaned his approval of the way Garak was taking him. Wrapped tightly in the Cardassian's arms, he let himself be swept up in the novel, for him, sensation of security, domination, tenderness and lust. The gentle teeth on his neck and shoulders and steady pressure on his cum slick cock drew him steadily to the brink and over into a profound orgasm. Perhaps the most profound orgasm of his life; Bashir was too ecstatic to compare it to anything else at that moment, let alone notice Garak's shuddering climax behind him.

Bashir's erotic growl and clenching had sent the Cardassian happily into his own climax. Feeling the human on the brink, he'd thrust all the way in and waited for the inevitable rush of his lover's orgasm to reward him with his own. He clutched at the shuddering body in his arms as his cock pumped in to it; his teeth clamped onto Bashir's shoulder. He loosened his grip as the waves of pleasure diminished and he felt capable of speech again. "Are you all right, Julian?" he whispered.

Bashir nodded. He shivered and let out a ragged breath.

Knowing his lover was not cold, Garak simply held him, wordlessly soothing him. His cock slipped out and he rolled onto his back and reached for a towel.

At the loss of their connection, Bashir snapped out of his erotic daze and went into the bathroom.

"Are you all right, Julian?" Garak asked again when he emerged.

"Yes," he said, crawling into the Cardassian's arms. "I'm excellent."

"Yes, you are," Garak agreed. "Do you need the regenerator?"

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Let me look." After a small struggle, Garak had Bashir face down across his lap and called for more lights.

"This is really unnecessary, Elim," Bashir said testily.

"Seeing how much damage one's done after the act is a time honored Cardassian tradition when taking a virgin," Garak lied, reaching for the regenerator.

"Is it?" Bashir relaxed against the healing sensation. He'd been a little uncomfortable but not enough to mention it.

"Yes," Garak said distractedly as he finished his careful repairs to Bashir's delicate tissues. "There; not too bad for the first time." He patted the human's ass and eased him off his lap.

"Thanks," Bashir murmured, sleepily curling into Garak's arms.

"You're always very welcome, my dear." Garak stroked his lover's hair and watched him sleep until it was time to slip, unnoticed in the station's pre-dawn hours, back into his own quarters.

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