Tears of Time

Author's Note: Many thanks to Crowdog66 for the idea of a dildo, which I borrowed (fine...STOLE) from her. I had originally planned something else...but this one will work out better! *hugs to her*

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“Come,” Garak said, helping Julian climb from the large tub.

 

Julian followed him, grabbing a towel and gently drying at the neck ridges first. He dabbed at them only. Rubbing might cause tearing while they were so moist.

 

Garak placed his hands on the human's hips. His eyes glowed with the brightness and heat of twin blue stars. He moved his hands slowly, savoring the slick, warm skin.

 

“What are we doing today?” Julian asked, feeling a thrill at the thought of Garak trusting him enough to let him in on what was going on. Garak was surely going to be honest with him during this assignment. If he wasn't, he would risk failure. And Garak was anything but a failure.

 

“We're going out to eat at the Vilak Rasha. It is a place where slaves are taken to be shown off. Their obedience and beauty are both judged,” Garak said, toweling at Julian slowly. “We will eat, and then you will be allowed to mingle with some of your fellows, while I engage others. Only the top behaved pets will be there. Observe, listen, and learn. Learn from observation the correct demeanor. Slight willfulness such as looking at me without being directly addressed will be acceptable. It will show that you are not broken. Obedience and a healthful spirit are both highly valued.”

 

Garak led Julian into the bedroom where a red clothing parcel was waiting on the still mussed sheets. He rubbed Julian's hip softly.

 

“That is for you to wear today,” Garak said, nodding to it as he went to his own closet. He tried to focus his eyes anywhere but on the lovely human's graceful stride and well proportioned limbs. Julian was so ravishable. Too beautiful for his own good. A careful watch would have to be kept over him. He could end up in trouble through no fault of his own.

 

Julian undid the tie around the package. He reached in and removed tight fitting blue trousers with a silver vine pattern that ran the length of the outside seam lines. A v-necked shirt done in the same material and pattern was also there. A medium sized black wooden box fell out when Julian lifted the shirt to hold against his frame for inspection.

 

Opening it revealed a silver necklace with three triangle cut stones, one was a rich shade of violet blue, reminding Julian of Earth Iolite. It was flanked in the setting by two smaller glimmering white Delavian diamonds. He lifted it from the case.

 

“What is this?” he asked, marveling over it. The intricate silver wound around in a seamlessly connected, repetitive triquetric pattern and stopped at an adjustable hook.

 

“Your new collar,” Garak answered, pulling on his pants after using his willpower to retract his arousal into its sheath.

 

Julian tilted his head. It was gorgeous. And if he wasn't mistaken, the center stone was Jevonite, a rare and prized stone in Cardassia. How the hell did Garak afford that?

 

“A sharp word is all that is needed to correct the slaves you will be observing, Julian.” Garak walked over and removed the training collar. He took it and put it away in a drawer in the wall. Such a crude article adorning the neck of his Julian would only detract from the intended effect.

 

Julian rubbed his neck where the collar had been situated. No more electric shocks. He could definitely be very nice to Garak. He would be the Cardassian's version of 'good' as best as he now understood. Despite being collared, Garak clearly thought he was valuable.

 

“Best you get dressed. Then I will put the new collar on.”

 

Julian nodded, dressing quickly in what had been laid out. He wandered over to the mirror and observed himself.

 

Garak finished dressing in his own black and silver high necked suit. He took the collar from where Julian had placed it back in its box. He walked over, and fastened it around the slender golden neck. He dropped a kiss on the middle cervical vertebra of Julian's neck with a sigh. The effect was as striking as he had imagined. Now, to color every third love bite blue, and to talk Julian into what would doubtless cause a small household war.

 

Julian twisted and turned. The suit was lovely. He had never looked so nice. The neckline was a bit much for his usual taste, but other than that.

 

“Do you like it?” Garak asked, returning to Julian's side with a small silver tool that emitted a gentle hum as he activated it.

 

“What is that?”

 

“Something to add the appropriate coloration to the marks on your neck,” Garak said, lifting it to Julian's neck. He darkened the first mark to the usual shade of blue. He frowned as he observed the effect. It was not flattering with Julian's coloration. He reversed the color. Such exotic coloring was more than ample advertisement of what he was. Plus his blue clothes. “There is one more thing that you will need, Julian.” Garak nuzzled the neck. Julian was going to be very angry with him soon. Best get in a snuggle before the first battle.

 

Julian wiggled away after allowing Garak a brief moment of better access. That was too distracting. He would agree to almost anything that Garak asked if he got to thinking about what his touch had done earlier. It had been one of the most erotic experiences of his life.

 

“You need to have a slightly different walk,” Garak said, tapping a drawer by the mirror.

 

“What is wrong with the way I walk?” Julian asked, shifting up to peer in the drawer.

 

Garak blocked him, removing the slender toy. He shut the drawer locking it.

 

“Touch the scanner right here,” Garak said, obscuring the toy from Julian's line of vision.

 

“What is it?” Julian asked, taking a step back. He eyed Garak's hands before glancing up at his face.

 

“Just something that will aid in identifying you and me from any posers,” Garak said, reaching out. “I don't want anyone to hurt you.”

 

Julian reached out and touched the scanner. It pricked his finger, taking a blood sample. Simple DNA detector.

 

“Now, what's wrong with the way I walk?” Julian asked, looking into Garak's face for signs of deception, not that he had yet learned to recognize it.

 

“You're graceful and lovely, but,” Garak paused, stroking Julian's cheek. Having that repulsive excessive facial hair permanently removed had been genius. “No one would believe I have bedded you.”

 

“So I should gimp about and stare sloppily at you because of your prowess at the arts of sexual pleasuring?” Julian asked, arching back from Garak. It had been exquisite, but really...Garak could not be serious. It was too goofy to contemplate how he might go about altering his walk. He could fake a walk. He remembered the ginger way Palis had walked after their first time together.

 

“That would be a good start. However, I don't trust you to hold the walk of the thoroughly debauched, so I have something to help you.” Garak revealed the six inch long, one inch in diameter object in his hand.

 

“No,” Julian said, darting away from Garak as he moved to take his arm. No way was he allowing Garak to stick that—whatever it was—in him. Garak had lost whatever was left of his Cardassian mind.

 

There was no way in hell that the ridged dildo was coming anywhere near him, and he certainly would not allow it to be inserted. How undignified. Allowing Garak to penetrate him was a wholly different matter. Walking around with something like that inside him—in public—it was not happening.

 

“Yes,” Garak hissed. “We can not afford to take chances. There will be many prominent politicians at Vilak Rasha. You must appear to have been pleasured. Otherwise, there is no point in trying this mission.”

 

How could Garak? Julian glared hotly at Garak, wishing for a moment that his head would burst into flames. He could not believe he allowed himself to take pleasure from the other man. Garak was never touching him again.

 

“Go screw yourself.” Julian said. He had intended to be nice. But this was beyond his niceness. There was no way. It was wrong.

 

“Be reasonable.” Garak tried to soothe the other man. Julian was acting like a child over something that was no big deal. The thought of having a toy lodged in Julian, stretching him and teasing him as he walked was highly arousing. “It is self lubricating. I assure you that it will be fine.” He had to have some private way of making sure Julian behaved.

 

“Why don't you wear it then?” Julian asked, glaring at Garak as he moved to the other side of the bed.

 

“My dear Julian.” Garak said, eyes widening in shock.

 

“I think Doctor might be more appropriate if you think you are going to be sticking that in me.” Julian held his hands back to protect himself.

 

“Billions of people that you can help, Doctor. And refusing to do so, over something as insignificant as a little toy helping to complete your needed appearance,” Garak said, twisting the toy in his hand.

 

“Don't you dare try to emotionally blackmail me!” Julian said, slamming a hand down on a pillow. He clenched his fingers in it. If only it were a little denser and heavier, slinging it at Garak would be immeasurably satisfying. He forced back the thought of being stuck here.

 

If he did not agree to wear the 'toy,' he could assuredly forget any chance of getting access to the Orb of Time. He had never used such devices. The idea of walking around in public with one in use. It was humiliating.

 

“No one will know that it is there,” Garak assured, moving toward him. All he had to do was get the object situated within Julian, and Julian would not be able to do anything about it. And if he tried, at least there would be a beautiful show as the toy pleasured the lovely man.

 

“Couldn't we just say you haven't done that yet?” Julian asked, backing up against the wall. He was going to have to wear it. There was no other way.

 

“It would not make sense. To say you are a highly skilled sex slave and more, which is what all your markings and clothing now announce and have it appear as if you have not been satisfied deeply.”

 

Julian scowled. It did not make sense for him to appear to be a sex slave that had not been pleasuring Garak. Granted he had not pleased Garak, not in his mind anyway.

 

“What do I get out of wearing your gift?” Julian asked, pressing closer to the wall. Honestly, Garak was pushing a lot.

 

“You will learn how pleasing it is. You and I will be the only ones who know about it,” Garak kept his voice calm and soothing. He approached the cross, scowling human.

 

Julian stood with his arms crossing his stomach. He scowled at his feet. Garak had several points. It would not be for long, and if it would help people...he could...but he did not have to be happy about it.

 

Garak wrapped an arm around Julian's shoulders, drawing him close. Garak moved him toward the bed.

 

Julian ignored the arms, continuing to scowl. There were so few choices. A foolproof cover was necessary in their upcoming plans. Also, he needed Garak's help, and the quickest way of securing Garak's help and favor was to do something for him. Cardassians were stringent about repaying debts. But he was Garak's slave, in Garak's mind and likely in the eyes of the Cardassian legal system, so it might be considered his duty to do as Garak asked. But showing how much he cared would surely get through soon.

 

Garak rubbed gently on Julian's shoulders. The human seemed to be coming around. It was not the most pleasing way of making Julian appear pleasured, but Julian was still not ready.

 

“If you do this for me, I will be very grateful,” Garak whispered, leaning forward and kissing on Julian's jaw. He eased Julian into a bent over position as he lowered his trousers. Let the human contemplate what his gratitude might mean.

 

Garak pressed a kiss to Julian's lower spine, as he activated the toy to lubricate itself. He swiped some of the scented oil on his hands and rubbed it between the human's cleft.

 

Julian whimpered and gasped as the toy was eased into place. It brushed something inside him. He resisted the urge to thrash and press his hips back to greet Garak's hands as they soothed over him.

 

Garak slid his hand up Julian's arching back. Julian was enjoying the toy but trying to hide it. Humans were so obvious. Maybe a little treat while they were out. It could not hurt to show that Julian was aroused by being close to him. Human pets had a reputation for being more wanton than other species.

 

“Very grateful, Julian.” Garak gently fixed the blue trousers in their place hugging the perfect hips.

 

Julian blushed as he thought of what Garak's gratitude might mean. He forced away the memory of the finger pressed into him, the delicate kisses, the heat in the blue eyes. Garak deserved to pay a little for this indignity. He would wear the toy, but Garak deserved what he was about to say, lie that it was. Garak was rarely honest. Maybe a shot from his own hypospray would do him good.

 

“I've had better.”



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