TITLE: Revelations AUTHOR: Calicia SERIES: DS9 CODES: G/B RATING: NC-17 SYNOPSIS: Julian gets jealous of a visitor to DS9. ARCHIVING: Cardassia Sutra, ASC/EM okay. Everyone else please ask. NOTES: A very big thank-you and lots of virtual chocoloates and flowers to my betas, VastSee and kira-nerys. DISCLAIMER: Garak and Julian to ParaBorg. I'm just playing with them, and I promise to clean them up and wrap them back up in their cotton-wool when I'm finished. "Doctor." Julian looked up. "Garak! I thought you weren’t coming." "I apologise," Garak said, not sounding at all sorry. "I thought I recognised an old acquaintance among the new arrivals on the station. However, I was not able to find her, so I must have been wrong." He smiled. //Her?// Julian was intensely curious, but kept that to himself. "Are you going to sit down?" Garak looked slightly surprised. "Unless you have some desire to eat lunch while we stand," he said, sitting. "Garak," Julian said, shaking his head. "Well, doctor," Garak said. "What shall we discuss today." Julian opened his mouth to reply, when a shrill cry cut through the lunch-time noise in the Replimat. "Eliiiim!" Garak turned in his seat, and Julian looked up, to see a middle-aged, but pretty, Cardassian woman make her way across the Replimat, blue-black hair tumbling loosely to her waist instead of elaborately styled like other Cardassian women, clad in a clingy, low-cut dress. Julian raised his eyebrows as she advanced on them, clear blue eyes full of fury. Garak sighed. "Good day." "Good day?! GOOD DAY?!!! After all this time, that is *all* you have to say to me?" The Cardassian woman’s voice rose with each word, which she punctuated by stepping closer to him. "Couldn’t you get *any* more creative than that, Elim?" "You look nice," Garak told her, while Julian’s jaw dropped in amazement. "Nice," she repeated icily. "I must say, no hairstyle is better than the usual hairstyles you see on Cardassia," Garak continued. "Elim," she said warningly. Garak rose gracefully from his chair. "My dear Jairee, welcome to Deep Space Nine," he said extravagantly, giving her a half bow. "You look absolutely stunning, as usual, and I sincerely hope you have a long and enjoyable stay, with people falling over themselves to look after you." //Who is this woman?// Julian thought. Jairee stamped her foot. "You’re mocking me! And you’re being *so* obvious about it! How could you?!" "Speak up Jairee, and they might hear you on Vulcan." "STOP PLAYING! Elim, *try* not to avoid the issue for once!" //Issue? Garak, what is she talking about?// Julian longed to say, but held his tongue as he watched the argument blossom into a fight -- on this Jairee’s side, anyway. Glancing around the Replimat, he saw that the three of them, well, Garak and the woman, were now the centre of attention. Several deputies were gathering, drawn by Jairee’s cries. "I wasn’t aware that there was an issue here, apart from you deciding to insult me." Garak was saying. "Not an issue! You know very well that there is an issue here!" Jairee yelped. "As soon as you decide what it is." Garak interjected. Jairee carried on as though he hadn’t spoken. "And when you try to be stupid enough to deny it you don’t even sound convincing. You’re losing your touch, Elim." "We’ve been talking for less than five minutes, and I haven’t been trying to hide anything from you, Jairee. I never have." "No wonder Tain had you exiled," she said in a low, deadly-calm voice. Garak winced, and Julian cringed. "You became weak. Untrustworthy. Unfit. You didn’t belong on Cardassia. You belong here - among humans and Bajorans." She walked up to Garak and stared at him intently. Julian couldn’t believe what was going on. This woman had just walked up to them in the middle of lunch, and picked a fight! "Have you been enjoying yourself, Elim?" she asked derisively. "Living among people who would rather see you dead? Oh, I forgot. You’re used to that. And when it gets too much, you get yourself thrown out." "Who do you think you are?" Julian demanded angrily, sick of this woman insulting Garak. Jairee just ignored him, her attention focused on Garak. "You couldn’t cope on Cardassia," she continued, "not then, not now, not ever. I don’t even know why Tain kept you around." She spat at him, and Julian leapt to his friend’s defence. "How dare you say those things?" he raged. "Are you so petty that you would come here just to say that?" "Who are you?" Jairee interrupted. "Julian Bashir..." "Oh, *you’re* Bashir." She looked him up and down coolly. //What is *wrong* with her?// Julian fumed, speechless. "Goodbye, Jairee." Garak said calmly. She snorted softly, and left without a word. Julian stared after her, then turned to Garak. "You didn’t even try to defend yourself! You just stood there and let her...let her..." "Flirt." Garak completed, still staring after Jairee. Julian blinked. "What?" "She was flirting, doctor." "FLIRTING?! She didn’t sound like she was flirting to me." Garak sighed. "That’s because you’re not a Cardassian, doctor. Believe me, Jairee was flirting." "Oh." Julian said quietly, glancing down. Then, changing tack: "She sounded as though she knew you." Garak looked at Julian. "She does," he smiled. "Jairee and I have known each other for a long time. She’s a...very close friend." "Oh." Julian said again. "I see." "She’s probably staying for a while," Garak continued. "We should invite her to have lunch with us one day. She’s really very nice -- when she’s not flirting." "Yes." Julian replied distantly. Invite this woman to have lunch with them? Not if he could help it. "Maybe we should." Garak looked at him closely. "Doctor, are you all right?" "I’m fine." Julian replied, standing. "I don’t feel hungry anymore. I’ll see you later. Goodbye, Garak." "Goodbye, doctor." Garak called after Julian’s retreating back. //Flirting?// Julian thought. //This Jairee was *flirting*? An old aquaintance indeed. Old lover, most likely.// As he walked across the Promenade to the Infirmary, Julian wondered why that hurt so much. *** Julian threw himself into his work that afternoon, trying not to think of that, that *woman.* How dare she just walk up and start insulting Garak like that, he would think. Then he would remember, crashing back to reality. She was flirting. She was an old friend of Garak’s -- almost certainly an old lover. Whenever he tried to work, his mind drifted back to the Replimat and he lost his concentration. Julian was so busy brooding that he didn’t notice the footsteps that stopped behind him until a hand lightly brushed his shoulder. Startled, he looked up into Jairee’s face. "You!" he burst out. Jairee looked contrite, which Julian was certain was an act for his benefit. "Yes, me," she replied. "Ah, Elim suggested that it might be a good idea to apologise." She glanced down, her behaviour almost mimicking that of Julian’s in the Replimat. "I am truly sorry, Doctor Bashir. It was not my intention to make you uncomfortable this afternoon." "*Elim* suggested?" Julian asked. //Oh, *Elim* did, did he?// "Yes, Elim." She smiled. "You know, that dashing, handsome, sexy Cardassian man you were having lunch with today? Until I interrupted you, that is." Julian flinched at her word choice. "Um, yes. Look, madam..." "Jairee." "Jairee, then. Look Jairee, I don’t intend to be rude, but I’m very busy. If you just came to apologise, consider it done." //And get out.// Jairee smiled, completely unperturbed by Julian’s snappish tone. "Actually, I also came by to ask you if you had plans for lunch tomorrow." "Not really..." "Great! Elim and I are having lunch at Quark’s, would you like to join us?" "I wouldn’t want to intrude..." //Oh, yes you would, Julian!// "Oh no, you won’t be. I’d really like to get to know Elim’s friend better. Please?" She smiled winningly. "I really am quite busy..." "You just said that you had no plans for tomorrow." "Aside from work, I don’t. But I do have a lot of work." //And I *really* don’t want to be around you.// "What’s the human saying? ‘All work and no play make Jack a dull boy’? Only you’re Julian, not Jack." Julian smiled, shaking his head in amusement. "I don’t work all the time, I just have a lot of work tomorrow." "And Starfleet is completely unreasonable, and expect you to work for hours without any lunch at all, which you should know is unhealthy..." "That’s not true," Julian interrupted. "If Starfleet doesn’t force you to work without food, and you don’t have any plans, why won’t you eat with us?" Jairee sounded a little hurt. Julian sighed. "Alright, I’ll come." Jairee smiled. "1300 hours, Doctor. Don’t be late." Still smiling, she turned and left the Infirmary, leaving Julian to wonder just what it was about her that made him dislike her and want to keep her away from Garak. *** Julian looked around Quark’s the next afternoon, scanning the crowd for Garak and...and Jairee. Spotting them on the second level, he climbed the stairs to join them. "Garak, Jairee," he greeted them. They both looked up and smiled, Garak with his usual enigmatic one, and Jairee with a bright, sunny one that Julian was sure was as false as her contrition the day before. "Doctor Bashir," Jairee said lightly, "you’re late. Is this a habit of yours?" "Jairee," Garak scolded. Jairee turned her brilliant smile on him. Garak smiled back, the first genuine s mile Julian had seen him give. Julian felt his heart flutter, and he wished that the smile had been for him, not Jairee. //What’s *wrong* with you, Julian? You can’t be jealous. Not because Garak’s interested in a *woman,* for God’s sake!// As Julian seated himself between the two Cardassians, Garak looked at him closely. "Are you alright, Doctor?" he asked. //No, I’m not alright. I spent half the night tossing and turning, thinking about you and her.// Julian thought. "Fine," he replied aloud. Jairee looked at Garak expectantly. "Well?" "Well what?" Jairee pouted, yet another act, Julian was sure. "This *is* lunch, isn’t it?" *** Julian hovered uncertainly in the corridor near Garak’s quarters. Jairee had been here for just over a week, displaying truly amazing acting skills by running the gamut of humanoid emotion. She and Garak were never very far apart, and her presence was a fixture at now- daily lunches, where Julian grew heartily sick of her airhead chatter. Garak, surprisingly, seemed to hang on every mindless word. Julian’s standard of work had been slipping all week because he just couldn’t get his mind off Jairee and Garak. He’d taken to using a hypo to get to sleep at night, because not even then could he forget those two. It was getting out of hand. He’d been surprised that he took offence with Jairee so quickly and strongly. At first, he’d been merely trying to stick up for Garak when she had begun insulting him in the Replimat. He had been surprised that Garak chose not to respond to her insults, considering how he always liked a good argument, and when Garak had told him that Jairee hadn’t been looking for a fight but had been flirting... Flirting! Julian nearly kicked the wall, then restrained himself when he realised that Garak might hear him. She’d been flirting! Over the past week, she’d moved quite quickly from Cardassian-style flirting to human style, and Julian idly wondered why - in those moments when he wasn’t wishing her long and painful deaths. Julian’s mind drifted back to his original chain of thought. Yes, he’d been surprised at the intensity of his dislike, no, *hatred,* of Jairee. In those off- moments when he wasn’t fretting about them, he tried to work out why. There was something between him and Garak, something that went deeper than simple friendship... Which was why he was here now. He and Garak needed to talk, without Jairee and her mindless drivel. Maybe Garak could help him work out just what it was that he was feeling. He silently concealed himself as he heard Garak’s door slide open, and Jairee stepped out, laughing. What was *she* doing here? Julian thought furiously. She had no right to be here, so late at night! Not when he wanted to talk to Garak without her around! He heard Garak say something softly in Kardasi, and Jairee laughed harder. "You have no idea," she agreed, composing herself. Garak stepped out of his quarters and smiled down at her, and Julian felt an even sharper stab of...jealousy? He shook his head in wonder. "Thank-you," Garak told Jairee simply. She put her hand on the side of his face. "Anything for you, Elim," she replied. He took her hand, and Julian had to restrain himself from rushing out right then, revealing himself and letting Jairee know that she was *not* welcome. For one wild moment, Julian considered doing just that. He wondered how Garak would react. "I very much appreciate your presence." Garak was saying to Jairee. "Appreciate? That’s *all?*" "I’m absolutely ecstatic that you’re here?" Garak suggested dryly. "That’s better," she said playfully, withdrawing her had from his grip. "You’re *always* ecstatic when I’m around, Elim. You should know that by now." Garak shook his head. "You win." "Great! I love winning!" She smiled happily. "Now, about that project of yours..." "I think we’ll go with your idea. It seems to be the only way to work it out." "See? Told you I knew what to do," she replied, her smile growing wider. "So," she said, seemingly switching topics. "When will you tell Julian?" //Tell me what?// "Tomorrow." "Tomorrow?" She seemed disappointed. "Tell him now." Garak laughed. "Jairee, my dear, he’s probably asleep by now. Tomorrow will be soon enough to tell him that we’re getting engaged." //What?! No! They can’t be!// Julian thought frantically, panicked and, he admitted to it now, extremely jealous. Well, he’d come to work out his feelings for Garak. Now he knew. He also knew that no woman was going to claim Garak as her mate. Not while he, Julian Subatoi Bashir, could do anything about it. Jairee headed off down the corridor. "I’ll see you tomorrow," she called over her shoulder. "Good-bye," Garak replied, watching her disappear around the corner. As he stepped inside his quarters, Julian approached him silently. "Garak." Garak turned and looked at him in apparent surprise, hitting the door panel to keep the door open as it began to close. "Doctor! What a surprise...." He was cut off when Julian kissed him, pushing him backwards to step inside. Garak stiffened with surprise, then relaxed; not quite returning the kiss, but not pulling away from it. His dry Cardassian lips felt slightly rough to Julian, but also pleasantly cool. As the door shut behind them, the two men stumbled further into the warm, dimly-lit room. Julian pulled back slightly, tugging uncomfortably at his collar. "Does it have to be so hot in here?" he asked. "Doctor?" Julian looked up, staring at the familiar Cardassian face that was so very close to his own, the blue eyes holding a touch of bemusement. "Would you mind telling me what is going on?" "Garak, I..." Julian’s voice trailed off. Dammit, he’d come this far! Why couldn’t he get those words out? He swallowed nervously, half terrified of what he wanted to say. "Garak, I want you," he said quickly, the words tumbling over his tongue. "I’ve wanted you for almost as long as I’ve known you." "Doctor," Garak said gently, disentangling himself from Julian, "I think that you should go back to your quarters and think about this." "I *have* thought about this!" Julian replied earnestly. Who would have thought that this would turn out to be so difficult? "I’ve been thinking about you all day, and I’ve realised how I feel..." "Ah." The corners of Garak’s mouth quirked upwards. "This wouldn’t have anything to do with a certain Cardassian lady visiting the station?" Julian chose not to answer that question. Instead, he remembered what that non-corporeal alien posing as Jadzia had said so long ago when he had been resisting ‘her’ advances. Most especially, he remembered his reaction. "Why are you fighting this?" he asked quietly. Unfortunately, Garak didn’t respond as he had done and give in immediately. "Because, doctor," Garak said, "this is a very sudden change of heart for you. All the time we have known each other, we haven’t...." He gasped as Julian raised his hand and began to stroke the sensitive neck-ridges. Hazel eyes met blue, both matching each other in desire. "Oh, come on, Garak." Julian replied. "Don’t give me any of that. Thinking back on our relationship, I’m surprised we haven’t jumped on each other before now." A slightly speculative look entered his eyes as a new thought occurred to him. "Or, should I say, I’m surprised we never took it any further when you *did* jump on me." Garak’s skin turned dark with embarrassment. "Doctor," he said, "I wasn’t thinking rationally at that time. And as I recall, I was attacking you..." "Uh-huh." "As I was under the influence of a malfunctioning Obsidian Order device, I wouldn’t consider that incident..." "You mean you didn’t think I’d *realise,*" Julian interrupted, letting his hand slowly trail down from the neck-ridges to under Garak’s tunic. Garak put one hand over Julian’s wrist to pause the distraction, and cupped the human’s chin in his other hand, bringing his head up so that they were looking eye-to-eye. "Julian," he said seriously, "are you sure that you want this? Are you sure that this isn’t something that you’ll regret tomorrow?" "I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life." Julian replied, equally as serious. "I want you. And I know that you want me too," he added as his free hand found Garak’s crotch, rubbing against the stiff erection. Garak groaned as he released his hold on Julian, running one hand down the human’s neck. Flattening his hand on Julian’s chest, Garak pushed him back against the door, kissing him fiercely. Julian responded in kind, feeling his fear of Garak’s rejection melt away as they both gave in to the long-suppressed need for each other. Julian slid his hand up to the back of Garak’s head, pulling it even closer as he slipped his tongue inside Garak’s mouth. Julian’s tongue probed around, tasting the unfamiliar flavours inside. Garak finally broke the kiss, drawing back to look at Julian, silent except for his heavy breathing. Julian looked back, noticing the desire in the deep blue eyes, at how the blue scales near the end of each of the neck-ridges were bright with arousal. "Is that all?" he asked huskily, begging with eyes for Garak to say no. "Do you want it to be all?" Garak replied softly, sliding one hand down the human’s body. "Noooo," he groaned, as the throbbing at his crotch grew more painful. "Please...." In reply, Garak ran one hand slowly across Julian’s chest. Finding the fastener for the hidden zip at the front of the uniform, he placed one finger on it and slid it down. Julian sighed with a mixture of satisfaction and relief. He let Garak help him to pull his arms out of his sleeves, and then reached up under Garak’s tunic to run his hands over the Cardassian’s back. Hugging the Cardassian, Julian stepped closer so that they were each pressed against each other’s hard cocks. He leaned into Garak’s shoulder, his fingertips tracing lazy figures-of-eight on the scaly skin. His hands moved lower and lower until they were inside Garak’s pants as the Cardassian’s hands looked for the rest of the uniform fastenings. Julian stumbled across the floor as Garak led him to the bedroom, refusing to remove his hands from Garak’s body except to discard another piece of clothing. Once they reached their destination, Julian fell onto the bed, pulling Garak down with him. His tongue travelled slowly up Garak’s chest to the sensitive neck-ridges, which he found were perfect for nibbling on. Garak moaned, running his hands along the human’s back. Julian’s tongue trailed along Garak’s body, down to his genitals, licking the length of the stiff shaft before pulling it into his mouth. Gasping, Garak raked his fingers through Julian’s hair as the human sucked and licked, exciting them both further. He cried out when Julian removed the cock to nibble on the end of it, his fists clenching painfully in Julian’s hair. Garak groaned as his release came upon him. Julian eagerly caught the bluish, slightly salty Cardassian semen in his mouth as it spurted, swallowing it and licking up the drops that spilled out. His cock was throbbing painfully, and he just wanted to bury himself in Garak’s body. Garak's large hands reached down to him. Julian followed eagerly as they drew him up the soft sheets. Moments later their eyes met. The intimacy of what they had done made Julian shiver. "Julian..." the Cardassian murmured hoarsely, his hands moving down to the his cock. Julian whimpered as he began to stroke it, running his cool fingers along its length. "Oh God," Julian whispered, feeling his climax coming. He closed his eyes as Garak began to speak Kardasi softly into his ear, and just surrendered to his feelings, feeling as thought he was falling, deeper and deeper... *** Garak lay exhausted on the bed afterwards, Julian asleep beside him. He looked at the young doctor, hair tousled and looking so innocent as he slept, and smiled. It had been better than he had ever hoped for. Silently, he thanked Jairee. She had played her part to perfection, and for once, Garak didn’t mind owing her a favour. Idly tracing Julian’s face with one finger, Garak wondered when, if ever, he’d reveal that Jairee was his cousin. ~FINIS~