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Table of Contents

1. Masturbation - Julian Bashir/Miles O'Brien, Julian Bashir/Jadzia Dax, Julian Bashir/Benjamin Sisko
2. Ageplay and Kidnapping - Julian Bashir/Elim Garak/Corat Damar
3. Threesomes, Nipple Clamp, Alien Abduction (Jadzia is a Trill; she counts) - Julian Bashir/Benjamin Sisko/Jadzia Dax
4. Hypnosis - Julian Bashir/Elim Garak
5. Wall Sex - Julian Bashir/Skrain Dukat, mentioned Julian/Dukat/Garak/Damar
6. Outdoor Sex - Julian Bashir/Miles O'Brien
7. Blindfolds, cont. from Chapter 1 - Julian Bashir/Jadzia Dax
8. Figging, cont. from Chap. 7 - Julian Bashir/Jadzia Dax
9. Tentacles - Julian Bashir/Elim Garak
10. Consensual Non Consent, cont. from Chap. 9 - Julian Bashir/Elim Garak
11. Handcuffs, cont. from Chapter 1 - Julian Bashir/Benjamin Sisko
12. Sissification -Julian Bashir/Benjamin Sisko/Elim Garak
13. Dom Bottom/Sub Top - Julian Bashir/Elim Garak
14. Omega Verse, Possessive Sex - Julian Bashir/Benjamin Sisko
15. Sex Pollen, precludes Chap. 14 - Julian Bashir/Benjamin Sisko
16. Remote Control, cont. from Chap. 14 - Julian Bashir/Benjamin Sisko
17. Service Kink - Julian Bashir/Elim Garak
18. Dom/Sub, Size Queen - Julian Bashir/Damar
19. Electricity, cont. from Chap. 8 - Julian Bashir/Jadzia Dax
20. Mirror sex, set after Chap. 5 and the events of Chap. 28 - Julian Bashir/Skrain Dukat (sorry about the loss of dubcon, but it wound up in 18)
21. Rimming, Forced Orgasm - Julian Bashir/Miles O'Brien
22. Sugar Baby - Julian Bashir/Elim Garak
23. Praise Kink, cont. from Chap. 1 - Julian Bashir/Miles O'Brien/Keiko O'Brien
24. Gags, cont. from Chap 18 - Julian Bashir/Elim Garak/Corat Damar
25. Double Penetration, cont. from Chap. 23 - Julian Bashir/Miles O'Brien/Keiko O'Brien
26. Lingerie - Julian Bashir/Benjamin Sisko
27. Animal Play - Julian Bashir/Miles O'Brien
28. Multiple Orgasms - Julian Bashir/Skrain Dukat/Elim Garak/Corat Damar
29. Body Worship, Full-Body Bondage - Julian Bashir/Elim Garak
30. Breeding, Fucking Machine - Julian Bashir/Elim Garak/Kelas Parmak
31. Writer's Choice - not figured out yet

As of posting this, I have 17 chapters done, hoping to have the others done on time, hope there's something for everyone!

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Benjamin was always appreciative of missions that went well, and he imagined Jadzia, O’Brien, and Bashir did as well. Each of them found a different kind of satisfaction in their work. Benjamin felt a deep sense of responsibility and was always relieved when a mission ended smoothly. He appreciated Julian's enthusiasm and saw himself in the young officer's eagerness. He admired how Julian's zeal reminded him of the early years of his own career and marriage, when every flight into the unknown was an opportunity rather than a risk, and Jennifer had enjoyed the thrill as well.

Sometimes, when he watched the light dance in Julian's eyes as he discussed his latest medical breakthrough or new exploration, Benjamin couldn't help but feel a flicker of something deeper beneath his admiration. It wasn't just Julian's zeal for adventure that intrigued him; there was an effortless grace in his movements and a warmth in his smile that Benjamin found compelling. Despite how others sometimes treated Julian's enthusiasm with mild mockery, Benjamin thought it was hardly fair to criticize him for it. After all, many who had become their best Captains, and indeed Admirals, had largely started as eager young officers, thrilled at the prospect of adventure.

Jadzia had a more scientific curiosity about new experiences, loving the chance to learn and explore, while O’Brien derived satisfaction from solving mechanical puzzles and restoring damaged systems to perfect working order. This had been a rather simple trip, since one of Bajor’s inhabited moons had recently suffered a severe tachyon storm; as a result, O’Brien had come along to help repair some systems that had been damaged, Jadzia came to study the atmospheric changes, Benjamin came to offer physical labor help since Major Kira had sadly caught a strain of Andolian flu that was very harsh for Bajorans, and Bashir had naturally tended to the wounded.

He may thrill at the idea of adventure, but when there were injured people, he was all business and worked like lightning to patch people up or perform major surgery. He had worked for hours, and, unlike the science, engineers, and physical labourers, the medics were unable to take proper breaks since there were so few of them available, but Bashir never complained even once. None of them begrudged the Doctor now dozing in his bunk at the rear of the shuttle, though they had to question their own sensibilities when Julian moaned in his sleep, drawing each of their attention. Julian’s bunk was in such a position that they all saw it as he stretched, and his lack of uniform was made all the more apparent as it had been a mess when Julian was finished and more relief arrived, and the replicators weren’t working, so one of the volunteers had given Julian plain black trousers and a plain black t-shirt to change into.

When they were underway, Julian had meant to go to their replicators and get a new uniform, only for Jadzia and O’Brien to manhandle the Doctor into his bunk, remarking no one minded if Julian slept in some civilian clothing. But now, that black t-shirt was riding up, showing a sliver of that trim waist, and those dark trousers did a good job of reminding them of Julian’s impossibly long legs that went on for miles. As Benjamin tried to focus on flying the shuttle, he ordered O’Brien to get some rest himself since he had done the most work after Julian.

As Miles got into his bunk, he tried to keep his mind from thinking too much about Julian's little moans and whimpers, but that eager face, always willing to help and please, refused to leave him alone. Despite his best efforts to maintain focus, his thoughts kept circling back to the young doctor. He found himself deeply surprised by the strength of his attraction and struggled with the unexpected emotions it stirred in him. Miles had always considered himself 100% heterosexual, never once questioning it during his years on the Enterprise, where he was surrounded by plenty of handsome men who never caught his eye. Yet, Julian Bashir, who had initially struck him as loud and annoying, was different. Miles felt an unsettling mix of confusion and curiosity as he tried to reconcile these feelings with his previous certainties.

Now, in the quiet of the ship, with only the gentle hum of the engines for company, he found space to dwell on these thoughts more deeply. What did it mean for him if his attraction to Julian was genuine? Was this an isolated incident, or was there a part of him he had never truly explored? The ship's gentle hum seemed to amplify his thoughts, leaving him pondering whether this was a fleeting anomaly or something more profound. More importantly, what would it mean for his relationship with Julian and, by extension, with himself? The more Miles thought, the more he realized that these feelings were opening a door he had never considered walking through before.

He had used the man's personality to bury his appreciation, only for the kid to prove himself to be an honorable, compassionate, and more quirky than obnoxious person. Keiko had remarked that Julian was too skinny to really draw her eye, but Miles knew if he asked, she would welcome him into their bed. As his thoughts wandered deeper into fantasy, Miles felt his cock start to harden, a familiar heat spreading through him. In his mind's eye, he saw Julian kneeling before him, lips parting with a breathless eagerness, those dark eyes fixed on him with obedient anticipation. Miles could almost feel the warmth and wetness enveloping him, Julian's tongue working magic with each movement, guided and praised by Keiko's soft, encouraging words.

The imagined warmth and wetness enveloping him was almost tangible, and Miles could nearly feel Julian's tongue moving with a precise, dedicated rhythm, drawing soft sounds of pleasure from him. Keiko's soft, guiding words echoed in the background of his fantasy, encouraging and praising Julian's efforts. As Miles sank further into the vivid fantasy, he envisioned Julian's eyes fluttering closed, a serene submission etched across his features. He imagined Julian responding to every praise with a subtle shiver, the young man's deepest desire to be commended for the dedication he unfailingly showed in all he pursued. Wrapped in this vivid daydream, the shiver that ran down Miles' spine was deeper, mingling with the sense of admiration and need, creating a perfect, fervent longing.

He managed to shimmy out of the top half of his uniform enough that he could reach into his briefs and pull his cock out to try and relieve the pressure building down there, unaware that his two superior officers were having similar problems. Jadzia was an interesting case as she enjoyed Julian chasing after her, she just wanted him to mature a little since she had no desire to be a notch in anyone’s bedpost so, if she ‘allowed’ herself to be ‘caught’ by Julian, it would only be as an Angosian Troci snake where the male chased the female, only for the female to lure the male into a trap and then mate like Earth rabbits. Jadzia had no intention for Julian to die as some Troci did from the mating, but the effect was the same; once she was certain he was ready, he would be hers.

As she felt her cock harden in her trousers, she excused herself to the fresher to take care of it, the image sharpening in her mind. She had teased Julian about how submissive his dream version of her had been, but in truth, she imagined the alien who had attached herself to Julian, rather got her signals crossed. Julian honestly struck her as someone who would be far more comfortable taking orders in bed than giving them. Unlike the others, save Dr. Girani, who gave Julian his physicals, Jadzia knew Julian was trans and had opted not to get bottom surgery done; he just identified as a male and hated his breasts.

Yet, there was a part of Julian, only partly known to himself, that wondered about some of these dynamics. The idea of submission did intrigue him, though it was often overshadowed by his ambitions and professional demeanor. He occasionally pondered how much he wanted to explore his fantasies further, questioning if there was more to discover beyond the persona he showed the world. Jadzia, aware of this internal conflict, felt a pull of anticipation, knowing that Julian’s journey into self-discovery might be even more intriguing than she initially imagined, and she was perfectly willing to help him; if there was anything Trills understood, it was the complexities of gender-identity and its roles in life.

As she reached for her ribbed cock, her mind’s eye saw Julian on his hands and knees in her bed, eager to accept all she had to give him, and she had a lot to give. He would no doubt expect her to start with his ass or pussy, such was the folly of youth; she would start properly, by running her fingers through his hair, as there were so few people who truly appreciated petting, and she knew Julian would. After running her fingers through his hair (which, she imagined, was as soft as it looked), she would stroke his ears for just a moment before going for the neck and shoulders she knew Garak enjoyed admiring. She would, of course, blindfold Julian the first time so he wouldn’t be able to see just how far Trill spots went, and this would heighten his sensitivity since he would naturally assume she would go for his sides next, only to go for his too skinny hips. She definitely needed to tend to that, as Julian would be just as beautiful with some proper meat on his bones; she didn’t know how he was able to eat the way he did and still be so skinny, but she’d fix it.

As she carefully stroked her cock, teasing her sensitive spots in just such a manner as she would teach Julian to do for her, even her friend and Commanding Officer found his mind wandering. Benjamin knew what Jadzia was doing, and was pretty sure he could hear O’Brien tending to himself in his bunk, and though he could usually control himself, between his exhaustion from helping survivors, O’Brien’s moans, his suspicion that Trills produced pheromones to help lure potential partners, and the fact Julian really was quite beautiful, Benjamin put the shuttle on auto-pilot and carefully undid his trousers, thankful he had gone for the two-piece uniform rather than the jumpsuit.

It had been a long time since anyone but Jennifer made him feel this way, but he knew the young doctor, on the surface a vain, obnoxious, upstart, really had a very kind heart, and, though he didn’t realize it, he was great with kids. It was funny to think that one could be good with kids and not realize it, but somehow the doctor achieved it; he had been in the library, hoping to find some new recipes to try, when he saw Julian debating between two very different stories. The look of intense concentration was cute on the young man’s face, and Benjamin had been just about to go over and remind the doctor he could borrow both, when a groan of frustration had drawn their attention.

From their different spots, they looked over and saw some of Keiko’s students trying to complete their homework, and failing. He had been about to go ask them what was wrong, only for Julian to beat him to the punch; they had informed Julian that there was a difficult math test coming up in Keiko’s class, and they wanted to do well, but math wasn’t their strong suit. Before Benjamin knew what was happening, the doctor was regaling the children with a story that involved his friend Felix leading the other Cadets in the ancient relief practice of building a bonfire after finals… and running like a deer when it was revealed one of the things he had thrown into the fire was Commander Blake’s, their medical science teacher who loved trying to trip Julian up, toupee.

Blake had actually run after Felix with a log not yet thrown in the fire, and had needed to be heavily sedated when he was finally tackled by four security officers. Felix had dropped out before they could expel him, but he had definitely left his mark with a clear message; Julian was Felix’s friend, and no one had better mess with him. The children had been almost kicked out of the library with their laughter, but Benjamin managed to waylay the librarian. The important thing was that the children were no longer stressed over the test, and Julian helped them find solutions to the problems in ways they would remember.

He had seen a different side of Julian that day and, if his heart hadn’t still ached so deeply for Jennifer, he would have made a move then and there. The loss of Jennifer still lingered, a shadow casting over his every thought, but he couldn't deny that something about Julian captivated him in a way he hadn't expected. As much as he cherished the memory of Jennifer, perhaps Julian's presence offered a new beginning, merging the past with a hopeful future. It especially appeared whenever he caught Julian talking to Jadzia about the latest medical breakthrough, or gushing over the possibility of new explorations and the discoveries they may hold. The way Julian’s eyes lit up like New Orleans at Mardi Gras, the effortless grace he exuded when he stopped thinking about others in the room, and the warmth of his smile were all highly alluring, leaving Benjamin in a rather embarrassing position of his gaze lingering on the younger man.

He often struggled to suppress the unexpected swell of desire his mere presence ignited, a subtle undercurrent of attraction the doctor unknowingly sparked in many people. Considering two of his junior officers were currently fantasizing about the pretty boy, Ben might have to make a move sooner rather than later. Taking himself in hand, Ben imagined how he would be with the doctor their first time; he definitely saw ropes as the young man was so fidgety, he might either jerk away or slap Ben by accident. He wasn’t sure just how much the doctor liked kissing, but Ben was certain he could make the doctor come to love it, especially since Jennifer often remarked he was a very good kisser. The thought that perhaps Julian might also appreciate Ben's touch was strangely comforting. As he twisted his wrist to give himself more friction, he imagined slowly moving down that svelte body with his lips and hands. He could well imagine Julian trying to buck into him, but he would make him wait.

Everyone looked at Julian and saw a sweet little puppy, eager to please, and, though that was a large part of his personality, they hadn’t seen Julian when they had been transported into the early 21st century. He had needed to physically hold Julian back from engaging in the fight, and Ben had seen that sliver of ferocity that had wanted to claw its way to the surface, which would be another reason for the ropes as Ben preferred to be in charge in bed; if Julian transferred that ferocity to the bedroom, he would need to learn to control it with Benjamin. Though many saw Julian as ‘too much’, Ben highly suspected that he held back in some areas, and his temper was one of them; left unrestrained, Ben would probably be a mass of bruises, scratches, and bite marks in the morning. That was fine for quick fucks, but Ben loved taking his time with his partners, and Julian would learn to appreciate it too.

As Julian slept on, Miles came into some tissue kept by the bedside, Jadzia emptied into the fresher, and Benjamin emptied into a cloth he had used to wipe his brow back on Bajor’s moon. One thing was certain: when they got back to the station, Julian might be experiencing a lot more positive attention than he initially had experienced. After all, Miles’ new holoprogram was ready to be played, Jadzia had plenty of data to go over with his unique perspective, opening new pathways, and Ben thought Julian might appreciate learning about baseball and enjoy some proper cooking to put some proper weight on; he would need his strength. As each of them contemplated these changes, they couldn't help but wonder how these new feelings might affect their interactions on the station. Benjamin considered the potential shifts in their dynamic while Miles questioned how these emotions might alter their camaraderie. Jadzia was intrigued by the possibilities, imagining both personal and professional implications. This sense of anticipation lingered like static in the air, teasing at the potential transformations that seemed inevitable with these awakenings.

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Damar sighed as he entered his quarters on Terok Nor, ugh, Deep Space Nine, kept much warmer for him, Garak, and their Little One.

“Hi, Daddy.” Their Little One greeted him as he came in, Kukalaka tucked in his arms as he looked up from his colouring. Damar smiled as he acknowledged,

“Evening, Jube Jube - did you have a nice day?” Damar had never expected to share his life on a Starfleet controlled Deep Space Nine, with an exiled Obsidian Order agent and an augmented human doctor. Everything changed after he found Dr. Bashir, once again the Dominion’s captive, in dire straits during the Dominion War. Mourning the loss of his family, Damar intervened and rescued Julian, an event that occurred shortly after he switched allegiances following the tragic destruction of Lakat City.

His wife, Niala, had been visiting friends when a small K-White factory had blown up, taking out a good chunk of the city. This set both himself and Garak on a new path. Together with him and Garak, they began forging a family through mutual healing and support, against the backdrop of the chaos following the Dominion occupation.

The Dominion had experimented on Julian to create better Jem’Hadar soldiers. Damar expected triumph at a Federation officer’s suffering but felt only pity. After losing Niala, he acted: he hid his son, used his clearance, and smuggled Julian back to Terok Nor.

Initially, Damar was met with distrust, but his knowledge and Julian's trust secured his acceptance. Julian, traumatized, regressed into a child-like state. Though Starfleet considered sending him away, Sisko and others insisted on helping Julian heal on the station, laying the foundation for their caring family.

At first, attempts to call him Julian were unsuccessful. ‘Jules’ triggered violent episodes, so new names like Julie and Jube Jube were tried and accepted. Varied caregivers came and went. Julian responded best to Garak and Damar, with Ziyal as his big sister. Sisko and O’Brien estimated Julian’s mental age to be seven or eight. The two Cardassians structured his days with this in mind: set routines, lessons, meals, playtime, changing for his incontinence, and comfort rituals. After a few weeks, Starfleet sent Ezri Tigan, a young Trill counselor, who bonded quickly with all three. Soon, the new normal felt established.

No one was sure how they did it, but the trio worked hard, found Julian’s consciousness, and brought it back to the foreground when they helped him understand he was safe and among friends who were sorry they had hurt him and wanted him back. Julian was back, but he was still damaged and felt safest with Damar and Garak, especially when he reverted to Julie/Jube Jube. It had first happened at Quark’s during a noisy, crowded gathering, when the bartender idiotically mentioned the Jem’Hadar, and Julian had retreated, leaving Jube Jube in his place; Miles had quickly called Ezri, who called for the pair of Cardassians. Sisko had also come, and Ezri explained that Jube Jube had become Julian’s established safe space. So, when he was overly tired, anxious, or otherwise negatively affected, Julian would retreat there. To offset this, Damar and Garak regularly encouraged Julian to have set hours and, when he entered their quarters, all mention of the war was forbidden.

Recently, Julian had been one of Worf’s groomsmen, even though Damar and Garak had warned Julian of just what actually happened at a Klingon bachelor party, but Julian wanted to attend since he wanted to show his support of Jadzia’s and Worf’s union. Martok had been thrilled to have Julian join them and had flat-out decked someone when they made fun of Julian’s safe space; Martok did not understand Julian’s need for it, but it helped Julian come back from an abyss many were not strong enough to do, and he would not tolerate any disrespect to a Friend of the House of Martok.

“Yes, Daddy; not many needed help in the Infirmary, I had lunch with Miles and Nerys while Odo kept a lookout, and I even managed to use the loo like a big boy!” Damar raised an eyeridge, but Garak confirmed it; even when Julian returned, he still had trouble with his bladder. The first time it had happened, Julian had been walking with the O’Brien’s, ignored his body’s needs, and had an accident; Molly had run for Garak while Keiko and Miles assured Julian it was nothing to be ashamed of, Miles even making sure no one came down the hallway they were in. Garak had shown up with a fresh pair of trousers and assured Julian, who was slipping into Jube Jube, that no one was mad and these things happened before taking him home to get washed up.

“That’s very good, Jube Jube! Did Yadik Garak give you a treat for such a good job?”

“He got some pudding, and I allowed him to watch one of his spy films,” Garak announced as he finished setting dinner on the table. Garak had explained to Damar how his relationship with Ziyal had worked - her infatuation being a version of puppy love, and, as a girl who had been disappointed so much in her short life, he had felt compelled to indulge her until it passed. But, this domestic scene was actually quite appealing to Garak; certainly, he would have preferred their ‘Little One’ to be an actual child of his, Julian’s, and later Damar’s DNA, but the idea that Julian trusted him enough to protect him, for a person so used to being feared and mistrusted, was a heady feeling.

“Come along, Jube Jube, time for dinner,” Garak called as he set his and Damar’s tojal on the table, as well as Julian’s spaghetti and meatballs.

“No.” Jube Jube shook his head and went back to his colouring. Damar scolded,

“Jube Jube, dinner is ready and you know you’ll hate it when it gets cold, now come; you can finish your colouring afterwards.” Damar did not make a move to take away Jube Jube’s colouring, nor did he speak as though he were talking to a lazy Gil that Dukat had ordered to finish a task twenty minutes ago; Jube Jube did not like having his drawings disturbed, and he shied away when people were harsh with him.

“But Daddy-!”

“No buts, young man; if you want those bubbles for your bath afterwards, get moving.” Damar and Garak hadn’t understood the appeal of ‘bubble-baths’, but Jadzia had suggested them, including a special mixture that simply filled the tub with bubbles; it was a little pricey, but you only needed a small amount for that effect, so it evened out. Jube Jube pouted but put his colours away and went to stand up, only to squeal as Damar grabbed him and carried him to the table. He giggled into Damar’s neck ridges (he’s Jube Jube, not Julian - he doesn’t understand what he’s doing) before saying,

“Sorry, Daddy.” Damar placed Jube Jube in his chair (which had a little chair for Kukalaka attached to it, thank you, O’Brien) and remarked,

“It’s alright, Jube Jube; you felt you should finish colouring first since Big Boys always finish what they start, but you know you’ll get fussy if you bite into cold noodles.” Their young mate nodded as Damar sat in his seat and proceeded to eat his dinner, occasionally giving Kukalaka a bite and telling him about his day. Satisfied he was firmly in his Little world, Damar said,

“Dukat called the station again, wanting to talk to me.” Garak bit back his snarky comments on the man and asked,

“And did you?” Damar sighed as he replied,

“No, how could I? I don’t fully understand why I did what I did; I wanted the Klingons gone, and being under the Dominion didn’t seem terrible at first. Still, I couldn’t accept what was happening. Dukat’s still my friend, but while I regret the betrayal, I can’t regret the outcome.” Damar didn’t understand this DDL, or Daddy Dom and Littles dynamic, but as a soldier who needed someone to protect, those instincts latched onto Julian, just as Garak’s did. Garak, once powerful, now found fulfillment in being of service to Julian and Damar, who reciprocated that trust.

“Ch’ulian would no doubt remark that not many would have had the courage to defy a best friend, particularly as said friend was the Legate of Cardassia and no doubt ensured you had a comfortable existence.” Garak forestalled anything he wished to add when he quickly caught Jube Jube’s sippy cup with juice in it as he lost his grip and almost dropped it.

“Sorry, Yadik.” Jube Jube mumbled, to which Garak reassured,

“It’s all right, my dear Jube Jube; you merely lost your grip.” After the experiments, Julian sometimes experienced tremors - never during his work as a doctor or surgeon - but when he allowed himself to relax, they would sometimes crop up unexpectedly. The best thing to do was not to draw attention to them. Damar and Garak finished their dinners, as did Jube Jube, then they just relaxed for a bit, with Jube Jube finishing his colouring, showing it to Damar and Garak. Garak saw it as his role to act like they were fine pieces of art (and ignoring the subtle hints at getting a pet lizard; Jadzia had implanted the idea of a pet gecko, and the boy was still trying to get it). Soon, it was bathtime, which started first with a brisk wash to get the day's sweat and grime off, and then a relaxing soak. As Damar started the tub, he heard Garak ask,

“Jube Jube, star of my galaxy, you wouldn’t happen to know where Yadik’s PADD with The Never Ending Sacrifice is located, would you?”

“Nope!” Jube Jube then ran into the fresher to hide with Damar, who was smirking at him as he asked,

“Where did you hide it this time?”

“Jadzia agreed to hide it in her quarters; I just want something different for bedtime, Corat.” Damar was surprised as he noted,

“That’s a switch; you normally don’t come back to yourself until after bathtime. But I can’t say as I blame you; I was never the biggest fan of The Never Ending Sacrifice either, even Iloja of Prim’s poetry was easier to read.”

“I heard that, you blasphemers, and I'd better get my PADD back in the morning, Julian Subatoi Bashir, or you will be sleeping in your Little bed for a week!” Their relationship was unique in that, though Damar and Garak were Jube Jube’s caregivers, they were also Julian's boyfriends. When he was Julian, he shared their bed and enjoyed their companionship on a romantic level, but the dynamic changed when he became Jube Jube.

During those times, a natural shift occurred in their roles, turning Damar and Garak into nurturing caretakers who provided comfort and stability. Jube Jube had his own bed unless he had a nightmare, which was for the best, considering he struggled more with bladder control in his Little state. This seamless transition between roles reassured Julian, providing him with a sense of security and love that anchored him through his challenges.

Once he had begun to heal from his ordeal, Julian felt a deep sense of gratitude for the dual nature of their relationship, knowing that it was through love and understanding that he could easily navigate his two worlds. While he cherished the warmth and intimacy shared as Julian, it was as Jube Jube that he truly felt the release from the weight of expectations. It was a cocoon of acceptance where his vulnerabilities were met not with judgment but with a soothing promise of care. Despite moments of fear about reverting too often and becoming a burden, Julian found comfort in Garak and Damar’s unwavering support, soothing a heart previously riddled with turmoil. Julian smiled at Garak’s threat and asked,

“How about I take a quick sonic shower to actually clean up while you prep the bath, and then the three of us soak and relax?”

“You sure? The water, even at our lowest setting, will still be pretty hot by your standards.” Julian again nodded as he removed the clothes Garak had made for him to lounge in when he was feeling Little, carefully folding them (he didn’t even do that for his uniform), and headed for the shower. With his confirmation, Damar turned the water to a higher setting before telling Garak about the change in plans; he still filled the tub with bubbles and some of Jube Jube’s water toys, which he still enjoyed playing with, even as Julian. Since Terok Nor had been a Cardassian station at one point, the officers indulged and had rather large, extravagant tubs installed, and Sisko had given them quarters with a particularly large one.

Garak gave him some essential oils and Epsom salts to put in the bath as well; Damar knew some Cardassians took their personal care very seriously, but he had never met one who took such lengths as Garak did, with his hydrating oils and occasional mud packs, which he had recently started getting Julian/Jube Jube interested in as well. Damar thought it all a little silly and a waste of time, but would never tell Garak to stop since he enjoyed it for some reason. He fought his blush as he thought of how Julian returned their care; once a week, he rubbed a special oil into their feet, buffed, polished, and filed their toe claws, and coated them with the same polish Garak used for his finger claws to prevent chips and cracking.

Damar had never paid much attention to his or any other Cardassian's feet, certainly not those of other species, but he knew the practice Julian had discovered was supposed to be reserved for married couples or the Legate or Castellan of Cardassia if the Cardassian in question didn’t do it for themselves. To have it done to an exiled tailor and a disgraced soldier was a great gift, and increased Damar’s protectiveness of the damaged Doctor. As the tub finished filling with hot water and mounds of bubbles, Garak finished disrobing, and Julian came out of the shower.

“You should get in first, Corat, that way Ch’ulian can rest on you to combat the heat of the water,” Garak ordered, and Damar nodded as he finished removing the last of his clothes. He sighed as he stepped into the water - not as hot as he would have liked it, but that would actually cook Julian’s internal organs; Major Kira had warned him of that. Julian hissed as he stepped into the tub and moved at a snail’s pace, lowering himself further into the water until he was straddling Damar, who pulled him closer so Julian could nuzzle the oasis that was Cardassian skin.

Garak got in last and sighed as the warm (to him) water soaked into his joints and soothed some of the day’s aches. Julian eventually got used to the heat of the water and moved off Damar, though the former soldier wouldn’t have minded if Julian had stayed where he was; his slight weight (stupid Augmentations caused his body to burn through calories at an accelerated rate) was a comfort to Damar. Damar tried to keep his mind off of Dukat’s continual efforts to contact him; while certain Guls and their Glinns became reliant on each other out of necessity, he and Dukat had become actual friends during their days in the Academy, to the point that when Dukat had been reassigned to that freighter when Ziyal’s existence had been revealed, Damar had willingly joined him. He missed his friend, but knew Dukat was just too power hungry to give up the false power the Dominion had offered them. He was brought out of his troubling thoughts when he sputtered as he was hit by water and bubbles. He opened his eyes and looked at Julian, who was attempting to look innocent, ruined by the fact that the miscreant was fighting giggles at the moment.

“Did you just splash me, Little One?” Damar playfully glared at the young man, wondering just what he should do as Julian usually reserved his playful side for when he was Jube Jube, but he seldom had an excuse to really play with another since his son had entered his teen years.

“No, I was just swirling my finger in the water, thinking, and I guess my finger must have flicked the water in your direction; sorry.” Damar was many things, but stupid was not one of them. Still, he relented,

“Well, thank you for the demonstration, but let’s not do it again, alright?” Turning to Garak, who was watching events unfold as though it were a new Enigma Tale, and remarked,

“That was an awful lot of water for a flick, dear Ch’ulian.”

“Well, not as much as if I had slapped the water…” Damar barely had enough time to shut his eyes as Julian brought his hand down, slapping the water and making a big splash. As he did so, Damar and Garak both got hit pretty hard.

“...like that.” Damar wiped the bubbles off his face and opened his eyes in time to see Garak do the same, and the pair turned to their Little One, who was now biting his lip as he fought not to laugh, and was doing a bad job of it. Garak placed his hand half in the water and shoved at the liquid, splashing Julian pretty good, though not as good as Julian had gotten them.

“See? That is a proper splash; this would be classified as a shot.” So, saying, Julian pulled out the little water phaser Chief O’Brien had replicated for Molly and Julian when they played, and hit Damar’s Chula, causing him to yelp and reflexively jerk. Damar playfully glared at Julian and remarked,

“You, Little One, are quickly becoming a little brat.” Since Julian was keeping his eyes on Damar, he failed to notice that Garak had managed to get close enough to dunk Julian underwater. He flailed for only a moment before he poked his head up, exposing his eyes and nose, and looking a little like those demonic frogs Keiko had told him about that ancient Japanese once believed inhabited rivers. Kappas, he believed she called them.

“Now, are you going to behave or continue to act like a brat?” Julian’s eyes rolled upwards as though he were thinking, before shooting up and, as though he were a guidance system for a photon torpedo, shot a mouthful of water at Damar, this time hitting his Chufa. Damar tried to fight his grin before declaring,

“Now you’re going to get it!” Julian tried to jump out of the tub, only for Garak to grab him around the hips and declare, togetherness echoing through their laughter, “For Cardassia!” Another aspect Damar hadn't understood was 'tickling,' but Jadzia and Keiko had filled him in once Jadzia realized Julian was rather ticklish. His Augmentations usually allowed him to control his reactions, yet against Cardassian claws, Julian was a bit more vulnerable.

“N-no f-fair! Two on one!” Julian squealed as Garak tickled his waist, and Damar managed to pull the squirming Julian onto his lap, trying to hold onto the wriggling eel. In these lighthearted battles, there was comfort, a momentary escape, and a binding of their found-family bond.

“I thought you Federaji types knew Cardassians always work in pairs to bring down arrogant prey?” Damar remembered a technique Jadzia had taught him called the raspberry and blew one on Julian’s neck, causing him to shriek with delight. In that bubble-filled haven, surrounded by the warmth of the water and the warmth of companionship, the war and Dukat could wait for another night; at the moment, Damar and Garak had a Federaji brat to reprimand. These playful moments wove threads of joy and healing into the fabric of their shared lives, united by bonds more enduring than the stars.

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Julian was trying to finish his paperwork so that he might actually get some sleep tonight when Jadzia came in.

“Julian, the siege is over. Why don’t you get some sleep?” They had just come through a hectic pandemic of a mutated strain of Andronesian Dyspepsia in which they had, essentially, very painful stomachaches.

“I need to finish these reports, Jadzia, since it was a mutated strain; the cure needs to be properly documented.”

“Which Nurse Jabara offered to do for you, an hour ago.” Jadzia pointed out, but Julian argued,

“I’m the Chief Medical Officer-”

“And Benjamin would tell you that one of the most important things a department head can learn is when to delegate. Especially when it’s cutting into his personal responsibilities.” Julian froze as just a hint of danger crept into Jadzia’s voice like a Palukoo about to pounce on a bog beetle, but he cleared his throat as he remarked,

“We agreed that when I need it and when there was time, I could hardly do it when everyone was doubled over in pain!”

“You cancelled twice before the pandemic when you obviously needed it, and we could have helped you, and you constantly rebuffed the nurses, as well as Dr. Druva’s offers to take over, while you at least got some sleep. The pandemic is over, I know Dr. Druva offered her assistance in filing those reports; stop being stubborn and rest, Julian; that’s an order.” Julian knew that Jadzia was technically a bit higher in rank as they were both Lieutenants, but she had held the position longer. Julian should listen to her, but his desire to prove that he deserved his position despite his young age had him respond,

“It will only take me twenty minutes to finish these if I can do so without further interruptions.” Julian then made the mistake of turning his back on Jadzia, so she remarked,

“So you can drag yourself back to your quarters, toss and turn for an hour, finally pass out, only to wake up a couple of hours later, have a pitiful breakfast of scones and jam, and then carry on with your shift? You had your chance, Julian.” Before he could turn around and say something, anything, Julian felt pressure on his neck, heard the hiss of a hypospray, and knew no more.

When he came too, Julian was lying on a bed, out of uniform, surrounded by unfamiliar yet comforting smells… and he was handcuffed to the bed frame.

“He’s awake, Old Man.” Julian’s eyes snapped open as he heard the voice of his Commanding Officer. Turning, he saw said CO in civilian clothing, holding a plate of something.

“Good, I was beginning to think he had gone into hibernation.” Jadzia teased as she came in, also in civilian clothing.

“Uh, with all due respect, considering you’re both my superior officers, but what the hell is going on?!” Julian asked as Jadzia came over and propped him up with some pillows.

“What’s going on, Julian, is you broke the cardinal rule of asking us for help when you needed it; you were acting like people were going to die unless you found a cure-”

“They were all crying in pain! What was I supposed to do?!” Julian snapped, which had Jadzia pinch his ear in warning, to which Julian took a breath, held it, and mumbled,

“Sorry.”

“That’s better, but that outburst tells me this was long overdue. Now, I know you don’t like seeing your patients in pain, but for three days, you pushed yourself to find a cure, coming up with better sedatives and medications while you worked like a crazed weasel towards a cure. You insisted that the others rest, but you worked yourself into the ground; did you think we would be just fine and dandy, seeing you do that to yourself? And there’s the little matter of you obviously wanting us, but constantly talking yourself out of it.” Julian looked away for a moment as he fought to explain himself, but how could he? He had stumbled into a relationship with Ben and Jadzia about three months ago, but, in complete contrast to what his father thought he should do, Julian was their Sub. The first time he had entered Sub Space, he had felt wonderful, but Julian wasn’t sure it was a proper thing for a man to actively want it as badly as he did, so he had tried to stay away.

“It’s hard for me to ask for… that.” Julian admitted, and Jadzia remarked,

“Well, the first step in making it easier is not treating it like we’re about to expose you to leeches or something equally gross.”

“Old Man…” Sisko said in a warning voice, as it wasn’t easy for some to admit they needed such a thing, and he frankly had a bad feeling when it came to Julian’s parents and their child-rearing methods. Jadzia sighed as she nodded and continued,

“But, that’s in the future for you to accept; for right now, you’re going to have some breakfast, as well as a slight punishment, but it can also be a reward if you don’t struggle too much.” Julian was extremely confused at Jadzia’s wording, so he looked to Ben, only to gulp as his CO held up a pair of nipple clamps on a chain. Julian’s nipples were extremely sensitive; even mild nipping caused him to yelp.

“Now, I’ve tried these myself, and they shouldn’t hurt you too much; you’ll feel pressure, but not as bad as some clamps. Since you haven’t had a proper meal since the pandemic hit, Ben made up some shrimp and grits with mushrooms and Brussel sprouts, the way you like them. While I feed you, you are going to wear these clamps as punishment for overworking yourself, but, as we have no desire for you to associate food with punishment, Ben is going to offset your punishment by eating your pussy.” Julian blushed as Jadzia remarked on it as though she were talking about the weather. He whimpered as Ben kissed him and started undoing his shirt to reveal his dusky nipples to the warm temperatures of the room.

“Where are we, anyway?” Julian asked as Ben’s own talented fingers started rubbing and stimulating his nipples to prep them for the clamps.

“Dr. Druva’s cousin has a summer home they were willing to rent out to us for a week after she told them about how hard you were working; it’s quite lovely, actually, and we’re not too far from a lake where we can go swimming, later. For now, breakfast, and I should warn you, Lieutenant, you won’t be cumming until you have completely finished your breakfast, including your tea and juice.” Jadzia informed him with a smirk as Julian yelped as the first clamp was attached, and then the second. Ben laid one more kiss on Julian’s stomach before going lower to remove Julian’s sleep pants, the young officer whimpering as the subtle squirms of the pants being tugged down, caused the chain to tug on his nipples.

Julian knew he was in trouble from this whole ordeal, as both Ben and Jadzia were experts at eating a person out (which made sense, given that the Dax Symbiote had had both male and female hosts, and Ben had been married for almost thirteen years before Jennifer died, so both had plenty of experience). But Ben was a better judge as to when Julian was about to cum, but instead of full-out stopping as Jadzia did, Ben was able to ease his ministrations so that cumming was not an immediate concern, but you still had to deal with a tongue and fingers pleasuring you. As his pussy was bared to the air, Ben made it worse when he blew on Julian’s micro-penis, causing Julian to gasp, jerk, and then whine as the jerk caused the chain to tug on his nipples.

“With every tug on your nipples, Pretty Boy, remember that it could have been avoided if you had just followed your own orders and rested during the pandemic; if you had, this could have been a nice little bit of Shore Leave for the three of us.” Ben then lowered himself until he was level with Julian’s pussy, but waited as Jadzia spun the spoon like an expert and soon had a good mix of everything on the spoon. As she presented it to Julian, he dutifully ate it, which signalled Ben to begin as well. Nothing was ever simple with Jadzia, however, as she asked,

“By the way, Julian, did you hear about Quark’s latest scheme?” Julian blinked as he thought about her question, trying to focus as Ben nipped at his lips. He shook his head, instantly regretting it as his vibrations played havoc with the chain and his nipples. It got worse when Jadzia reached up to yank his hair, causing him to yelp as the dual sensations of nipple and hair caused a spike in his arousal.

“You know better than that, Pretty Boy; when we ask a question, it requires a verbal answer, even if it’s about Station Business.” Julian’s eyes widened as he realized the sheer depth of his real punishment.

Oh no.

He had somehow wound up in a relationship with two sadistic Dominants.

Jadzia loved station gossip and loved to fill him in on anything he missed (he could, privately, admit he enjoyed hearing about the station’s latest gossip from either Jadzia, Keiko, or Garak). She could talk about the latest and juiciest piece of gossip for hours, and one of her favourite sources of station drama came from Quark’s schemes and Odo’s hunt for foiling them. It was even common for her to share their exploits over a morning meal.

And therein lay the punishment.

Jadzia would tell him about any gossip he had missed during the pandemic… while she was feeding him, and she would expect him to respond as he always did, meaning he would not be eating, meaning Ben would be eating him out and fingering him until Julian was finished eating, drinking, and talking.

They had no duties to tend to at this moment, so there was no chance of a quick orgasm.

And he had three days of gossip to be catch up on.

They were going to be here for quite some time.

And he wasn’t allowed to cum until they were happy.

And they were currently quite upset with him.

Well… shit.

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Garak always knew the line he walked was a delicate one; as an agent of the Obsidian Order, he had to, as he was a hero to Central Command in rooting out dissidents and malcontents, but he was a villain to those who thought Cardassia could be ‘better’ if they ‘revamped’ the government. Even he had been surprised when Dr. Parmak had been found to be a malcontent. And then there was this business with Bajor; despite any personal feelings he had regarding the Bajorans themselves, he was a villain in their eyes. That was also true of the Starfleet personnel who saw him and remembered the wars they had fought against his countrymen.

Well, most of Starfleet’s personnel.

There was one, with impossibly bright, dark-golden eyes to match that silky gold skin, who did not sneer at him or look at him with outright suspicion; Dr. Julian Subatoi Bashir, one of the youngest officers to hold the position of a Chief Medical Officer, and to find out he had his pick of postings and had chosen this broken-down station! Central Command would have had his head examined many times over before allowing such a thing to happen.

He had promised a reprieve from his boredom, and he grasped it with both hands eagerly and greedily. Then, he had to go and save Garak’s worthless carcass when not a single person (save, perhaps, a plain, simple housekeeper) would have shed a tear over his passing. But this left him with a problem; the Doctor had seen him at his most verbally abusive, been presented with stories of cruelty that would make most turn away in disgust - and he still fought for him.

The boy was either suicidal, insane, or as lonely as Garak himself was - somehow an exile himself, though more in spirit than in body. Garak wanted to know, but knew he had to coax the answer, charm the answer like the old Earth stories of musicians charming deadly cobras out of their baskets and making them ‘dance’ to their tunes. Garak knew perfectly well how to be charming; he just needed better intel on the inner workings of this little cobra who was attempting to masquerade as a mongoose. And, he was given the perfect opportunity when he just happened to be passing the Infirmary, Odo not far away as he made his rounds, when he heard,

“Dr. Bashir, I don’t know how things are run on Earth, but around here, a headache means you return to your quarters and relax! Now, you can leave under your own power, or I can call Odo!”

“Dr. Girani, I get headaches all the time! This is nothing, certainly not something worth my leaving or calling Odo over!” Odo decided to intervene since Girani had invoked his name.

“Doctors, what is the source of your raised voices?” He asked as he entered the Infirmary and saw Girani apparently ready to push Julian out of his own Infirmary, and the man carefully avoiding her attempts.

“I just found out that Dr. Bashir has been up for almost thirty-nine hours, and, when I scanned him, I found such high levels of a number of hormones connected to sensitivity, pain, and things like blood constriction, I don’t know how he’s not on the floor, crying in pain! Effective immediately, as soon as I grab the bloody idiot, he is banned from the Infirmary for the next fifty-two hours unless there’s an emergency!” Julian was doing a good job of dodging the annoyed doctor, but Odo agreed with Girani’s assessment and promptly grabbed the CMO around the shoulders. Odo had been very gentle when he grabbed the doctor, but he still winced as contact was made, further cementing Odo’s conviction in Girani’s diagnosis as he was obviously experiencing extreme sensitivity.

“Doctor Bashir, I think it would be a good idea to follow Dr. Girani’s advice and to get some rest, possibly with the aid of some headache relief first? If I see you near the Infirmary unless Dr. Girani has called for you, I will have no choice but to alert Commander Sisko as to your condition, who may order you on bedrest for the rest of the week; at least Dr. Girani’s and my suggestion allows you more freedom with the chance to return to work in two days.” Garak could see a unique opportunity in front of him, one that may aid him in keeping the Dear Doctor, his one bright spot on this cold, dismal station, safe from burnout. His resolve was cemented when he heard the doctor remark,

“Odo, it really is best for me to work through these headaches; I’ve tried dozens of headache cures, and the only one that works is an Andorian one that is hard to get out here. I admit I have a headache, and I admit it’s bad, but nothing I do will make it go away any faster, so let me at least get caught up on my paperwork.” Before Odo or Girani could suggest some alternatives the doctor may or may not have tried yet, Garak made his presence known.

“Forgive the intrusion, but I couldn’t help overhearing your plight, Doctor, and I thought I might offer a Cardassian remedy that has always had good results for those who chose home remedies over a licensed physician.” The trio turned (Odo was still holding Julian, so he wouldn’t have had a choice), and Garak weathered the looks of distrust and scorn from Odo and Girani, while Julian merely looked confused at his appearance.

“Garak?”

“Yes, it’s a combination of unsweetened red leaf tea, warm temperatures, low lights, a light massage of the temples, and very soft sounds; my mother would get similar painful headaches, but often scorned the idea of a physician seeing her, so she would use this technique. I know it sounds quite simple to a doctor, but it always helped her; if nothing else, that combination might help you fall asleep despite your headache, which would probably help regardless.” Girani looked like she would rather try leeches than let Garak anywhere near her boss in his sensitive state, but couldn’t deny that the chance of the good Doctor falling asleep under those conditions was very good indeed, so she nodded, and Odo finally released Julian, who was quickly scooped up by Garak. They stopped at Garak’s shop to close up early and then headed for the habitat ring.

“Sorry about making you close your shop early.” Garak waved him away as he assured,

“It was a slow day, Doctor, don’t concern yourself, though I hope you don’t find it presumptive that we head to your quarters instead of mine; yours don’t have the temperature limit that mine do.”

“That’s still not a fair practice; Jadzia keeps her quarters colder than average, and no one says anything - too bad we can’t transfer her heat to yours.” Garak smiled at the doctor’s attempt at humour or compassion as they arrived at the ring and walked to his quarters. They soon arrived, and Julian ordered,

“Computer, raise room temperature to twenty-nine degrees and lower lights to… 40%?”

“30% would be better, Doctor, since we want low light so as not to aggravate your headache any more than it already is.” Garak corrected as he went to the replicator and summoned two red leaf teas as well as an oil necessary for his plan.

“So, should I drink the tea first and then massage my temples?” Julian asked as he took his tea, took a sip, and grimaced as he did so. Garak took a sip of his own before he consoled,

“Yes, I’m afraid red leaf tea can be a little bitter on your first tasting, but it grows on you. And, if you don’t mind a further liberty, I was thinking while you drink your tea, I may massage your temples for you; combined with some background brown noise, I firmly believe you will either lose your headache or fall asleep.” Julian, foolish boy, didn’t even blink before agreeing.

“OK, I’m not sure if this will work, but I’m willing to try anything.” Garak tested each of the chairs before choosing the softest chair and bade the doctor sit.

“Computer, play human brown noise file at the lowest decibel human hearing can detect; the point of brown noise is more about feeling the sound than actually hearing it.” Julian sat in the chair and soon realized Garak was right as he sank into the soft chair Jadzia had gotten for him after remarking that all his chairs felt like sitting on rocks. As the sound of thunder rolled through the room, he could feel the vibrations coming up through the chair, which did feel rather relaxing. His nose picked up a new scent as Garak moved to stand behind him, and he asked,

“What’s that? It smells nice but spicy.”

“It’s an essential oil that Cardassians often use to help relax. It has a chemical composition similar to cinnamon, cloves, and ginger.” As Garak introduced the oil to Julian, a fleeting thought crossed his mind about the ethical implications of its use. The Obsidian Order had discovered that, while soothing to Cardassians and humans, the oil relaxed them a little too much. Though the human was never in any danger of coma or anything so extreme, inhibitions were greatly lowered, and the human became highly open to suggestion. Garak's conscience pricked at him, suggesting a power dynamic he preferred not to linger upon too closely.

He hesitated for a moment, considering whether to go through with it at all. This was a line he rarely allowed himself to cross. As he stood there, feeling a battle waging between his instincts and his morality, a part of him entertained the idea of discarding the oil altogether. Yet, he rationalized that he would only use it to help ease the doctor's pain and hopefully help him sleep, nothing more. He wouldn’t even plant a suggestion or feelings that would strip the Doctor of his free will when it came to intimate encounters. He promised himself that he would stop if Julian showed any sign of distress. With that resolution in mind, Garak braced himself, hoping to tread carefully as he continued with his plan.

“Now, while I do this, it would help you to imagine something, or rather, someplace, you find very relaxing to help relieve your tension. Perhaps visualizing a mountain stream, picture it in your mind’s eye, see yourself sitting on a rock near the stream, and just lose yourself watching the water cascade down from the falls, hitting the rocks, feel the spray on your face, see the white froth of the water as it rushes down.” Garak guided Julian as he carefully massaged his temples, and he could physically see the tension leaving the younger man’s body as he drank his tea. The boy was really tired and high-strung as it wasn’t long until he was Deep as the Order used to call it, leaving him open to Garak’s guidance.

“Can you hear me, Doctor?” Garak asked to test whether the young doctor was truly in the Deep or if he had fallen asleep.

“Yes, Elim.” Garak cocked a ridge as the doctor called him by his first name; it appeared Tain had been a little loose with information when he provided the doctor with the details on Cardassian leukocytes.

“Good… Ch’ulian, and are you feeling better than you were?”

“A bit, still kind of tense in the shoulders and back.” Garak pondered for a moment, a curious mix of intent and hesitation in his eyes. Yet there was no malice in his tone when he offered,

“Well, let’s talk for a few minutes, and then we’ll see about helping those. For now, why don’t you remove that unsightly uniform? Apart from that shade of blue, it does nothing for you.” Julian seemed to respond with a clarity that suggested his agreement was partially of his own volition, albeit softened under the oil's influence. He stood willingly, fingers deftly finding the hidden clasps to remove the jumpsuit, revealing the lavender undershirt and standard-issued underwear.

“The undershirt as well, Ch’ulian; you’d look much better in a darker shade of purple. And fold your uniform; you are a Starfleet officer and should act like it.” Julian nodded and removed the undershirt, then folded the uniform with the meticulous care expected of a Starfleet officer. As he stood there, bare save for his briefs, he felt oddly vulnerable, a hint of self-consciousness creeping in, despite the haze influencing his thoughts.

Facing Garak, he caught the glimmer of appraisal in his companion's eyes and wondered momentarily if this exposure meant something more. Perhaps, beneath this orchestrated scenario, a genuine connection lay waiting to be forged. The loneliness, he mused, was not exclusive to Garak; he, too, longed for someone to share the silences with, someone who could see past the layers of duty and expectation. Maybe, just maybe, this unguarded moment between them was not entirely about control, but rather about finding solace in each other’s company.

“Well, you can hardly stand there in nothing but those plain, uncomfortable, cotton briefs; starting the day after tomorrow, you should look into getting something softer, as I understand your species’ thorns just remain outside of your bodies all the time.”

“I don’t have a thorn, Elim; I have a vagina.” Garak’s eyeridge went even higher as he processed this, but merely shrugged and ordered,

“Well, as you will. For now, do you have a different set of pyjamas than those ghastly blue ones?”

“Yes.”

“Well, they can’t be worse than your blue ones; put your uniform in the hamper, then go put them on and come back here so we can have our discussion before you can rest.” Julian merely nodded, picked up his uniform, and went to his bedroom to change. Julian was gone for a little over five minutes when he came back in, and Garak was surprised these were the spare pyjamas; a soft yellow, one he believed humans called ‘lemon yellow’ that went much better with Julian’s skin tone. The length was similar to the blue pyjamas, but they had a better look - airy yet warm. Julian resumed his seat, and Garak sat across from him.

“Now, tell me what you’re looking for in a partner.”

“Interesting, reliable, someone I can trust, intelligent, someone who needs me but still an equal, anyone who can stand to be around me and not be annoyed.” Garak nodded; those were all things Garak was capable of, even if trust was a… ticklish subject, as the humans say.

“What about other aspects? Do you prefer an outgoing partner or someone more reserved?” The doctor was rather outgoing himself, but that didn’t necessarily mean an outgoing partner was essential.

“Outgoing would be nice, but I don’t mind if they want to stay in sometimes, as long as we go out sometimes; I like dancing even if my father thought it was sissy, especially since I do better when I’m led as opposed to leading.” That was certainly something Garak could work with, as he was a more than capable dancer (all agents were), and he could learn human dances to appease Julian.

“Anything else?”

“Kind, understanding, and someone who isn’t disappointed when I don’t deliver 100% - someone very different from my parents.” Well, that certainly offered an interesting tidbit into the doctor’s psyche, and again, all quite doable. Not wanting to press his luck on the doctor somehow breaking through, he ordered,

“Very good, Ch’ulian. Now, we’re going to do something about that remaining stress; show me how you masturbate. A good orgasm will help you sleep, after all.” As Julian obediently unbuttoned his shirt and pulled his sleep pants down enough to expose his hips, Garak felt a mix of apprehension and anticipation. The moment hung between them, charged with vulnerability, yet something unspoken lingered beneath the surface. Garak saw that Julian did indeed have a purse instead of a thorn and was surprised that his chosen mammalian partner had hair even there. Despite the control he tried to maintain over the situation, Garak could not help the small surge of protectiveness that rose within him. He hoped his actions, which always treaded the line between manipulation and genuine care, would aid the Doctor rather than harm.

Julian started playing with his nipples with his left hand as he carefully touched his purse, lightly touching the outer lips. Julian was soon whimpering as a small thorn emerged from his purse, which started to glisten; humans did not produce sufficient lubrication like Cardassians did. Garak felt his own purse tighten as he imagined helping Julian ‘lube up’ with his own rains, but controlled his eversion. Alongside a troubling awareness of the power dynamic at play, a flicker of something more tender sparked within him, reminding Garak that, despite his training, he too was prone to the perils of emotional entanglement.

As the fingers of his left hand slowly entered his purse with his thumb teasing his little thorn, his right hand left his nipples and started stroking his neck. Garak perked up at the idea of the Doctor having a sensitive neck to match its beautiful length and watched as he carefully rubbed and pinched a certain spot. Garak would lick, nibble, and nip at it until the doctor was properly marked, and quite possibly scent mark that spot as well in typical Cardassian fashion. Julian’s purse glistened more and more as Julian played with his neck, and this had Garak imagining the amount of rain Julian would produce with a partner who could manipulate that neck spot while also playing with his nipples, while his thorn penetrated Julian’s purse at the same time. He even allowed himself to imagine what it would be like to take Julian from behind, as some liked the extra tightness, finding it highly erotic.

Seeing Julian near completion, Garak realized that, if he came now, he’d probably soak his pyjama bottoms, which might be hard to explain. Coming up with a plan of action, he ordered,

“Stop.” Julian whimpered as he obeyed, but obey he did. Garak stood up, went to the replicator, summoned two towels, and ordered,

“Stand.” Julian again obeyed. Garak laid one towel over the chair, under Julian’s purse, before ordering,

“Sit. And finish yourself in this towel to avoid making a mess.” Julian obeyed, and Garak watched as he essentially humped his purse against the towel, whimpering as the texture of the towel played with the lips of his purse and small thorn, adding stimulation until, with a small cry, he came, jerking into the towel until finally his hips stilled, and Julian looked about ready to pass out, but he couldn’t so long as Garak held control.

“Fix your night clothes. I am going to count backwards from five and, after one, I will kiss you in the human fashion; you shall come back to yourself, but act as though nothing is out of the ordinary. You shall then stand up and prepare for bed; in the morning, you will remember only that my technique has cured you of your headache, better than your Andorian drugs ever did, and the next time you are besieged by one, you shall come to me for aid and I will look after you.” Julian righted his night clothes, so Garak began his countdown.

“Five…” Since the doctor had tomorrow off, he didn’t see any reason they couldn’t have lunch tomorrow.

“Four…” He had finished reading Bashir’s suggestion of King Lear and looked forward to arguing with him about the foolishness of the characters, in particular Cordelia.

“Three…” His flushed face as he would no doubt defend Cordelia’s foolishness in her pitiful and lacklustre statement regarding her love for her father appeared in Garak’s mind’s eye, boosted by what he had just seen.

“Two…” He leaned down until they were face-to-face, and a small thrill went down his back as they exchanged breath.

“One.” Garak kissed Julian, who did respond; something that should not have been possible, but told Garak this was the right goal for them, even if he was ‘cheating’ as the doctor might say. As the kiss broke, Julian blinked and yawned, so Garak adopted a look of concerned confusion as he asked,

“Doctor? You must have been more tired than you thought.” Julian nodded, letting out a jaw-cracking yawn as he did so.

“Come along, my dear doctor; you need your rest. I think lunch tomorrow would be most beneficial to both of us.”

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Julian sighed as he entered his quarters, only to let out an ‘oomph’ as he was suddenly pinned against the wall, and he was being kissed within an inch of his life.

“You’re eager,” Julian remarked as he gasped for air, and his attacker went for the throat.

“Since those Prophets leashed me, this is literally the only thing I can do.”

“Does that mean you’re weakening to my suggestion of helping me in the Infirmary, Skrain?” When they had launched their assault to retake DS9, no one could have predicted the Prophets intervening when they hadn’t before, and their intervention didn’t involve Captain Sisko. The battle had reached its height, victory was assured, when the wormhole opened. A blue light shot out of it, hit the Defiant, and went straight for Julian.

In this altered timeline, the Prophets' intervention completely shifted events from their original trajectory. Instead of Ziyal's tragic demise followed by Dukat's descent into madness and eventual alliance with the Pah-Wraiths, Julian found himself at the center of a new attempt to change destiny. The blue light that struck the Defiant forged a link between him and Dukat and set him on a path to prevent the devastating future where Cardassia burns. This change meant that the alliances and betrayals familiar to the original timeline were no longer set in stone, with new possibilities emerging as Julian aimed to protect his friends from a fate he had witnessed.

“You are The Bashir; we have seen you through The Sisko’s memories, and we believe you can change this. Are you willing to change this?” A Prophet wearing Jadzia’s face asked, and he responded,

“Yes, anyway I can! Please, tell me there’s a way to save my friends!”

“It involves a sacrifice on The Bashir’s part.” This time, a Prophet wearing Miles’ face warned him, but Julian ascertained,

“Anything; my life is unimportant in the face of my friends' lives and happiness.” There seemed to be a pause as a Prophet wearing Nerys’ face asked,

“We have not revealed what the sacrifice will be, and yet The Bashir is ready to give its life. Why? The Sisko has maintained that all life has value; why does The Bashir believe its value is less?”

“I am an Augment; my parents abandoned my rights when they made me a Freak they could be proud of, instead of an imperfect human.” Julian had been unable to withhold the venom as he made this statement, which might have had something to do with a Prophet wearing Data’s face, commenting,

“That statement is in error; from what we can see, Augments are humans. The sacrifice is that you will be bonded to the Pah-Wraith’s potential Emissary; if The Bashir keeps the Fire Emissary in line, this future need not come to pass. The bond serves as a link that ties your fates together, forming a connection both profound and restrictive. It imposes limitations, such as preventing The Dukat from exercising any of its power without your consent, and ensures that neither of you can cause physical harm to the other. This bond will alter how you interact, forcing cooperation in unexpected ways. However, be warned, the bond's effects extend beyond the physical; it will influence your emotions and thoughts, sometimes making it difficult to distinguish your own feelings from those of The Dukat.” At that moment, Julian experienced a sudden wave of determination mixed with fear—not his own, but Dukat’s. The unfamiliar surge made him uneasy as he realized the bond was already blurring their emotions, interweaving their mental landscapes in a way that defied logic. Julian grimaced at the idea of being bonded to Dukat of all people; his standing in Starfleet already wasn’t the greatest, and being bonded to such an enemy would probably see them exiled to some planet in the Klingons’ territory. He had to ask,

“How will my being bonded to Dukat change anything?”

“The Bashir believes it is a monster, but has a heart that cares about all life; The Bashir has only killed when in defence of another or itself, and has done all The Bashir can to save those that others would not waste time on. The Dukat, as The Bashir calls him, is a monster who believes itself a hero and liberator; it would gladly sacrifice thousands to further its goals. By being bonded to The Bashir, its power will be destroyed, and it may learn of compassion as we have learned of Linear Time from The Sisko. The Dukat will be unable to wield power over anyone unless The Bashir gives it. Is The Bashir willing to do this?” This Prophet wore Sisko’s face as it asked this of Julian, and Julian nodded as he replied,

“Yes, if the price of my friend’s safety and happiness is my own happiness, then I’m willing to pay it.”

“The Dukat will be unable to hurt The Bashir, and we shall give The Bashir aid in controlling The Dukat in the forms of The Damar, who knows The Dukat’s strategies in getting its way, and The Garak, who will keep The Damar in line as well.” The Jadzia Prophet informed him, and Julian had a moment of happiness at the thought of him and Garak being together, only to be reminded,

“Garak doesn’t love me; he loves Ziyal, and you shouldn’t mess with that.”

“The Sisko has used that word before; what is love?” The Nerys’ Prophet asked, and Julian did his best to answer,

“Love is hard to explain, but it’s an emotion that fills you with a great deal of something powerful; humans have an old saying about the ones you love being the ones who can hurt you the most, and it’s true. Sometimes that love is returned, sometimes it’s not, such as my love for Jadzia; she only sees me as a friend, which is its own kind of love. People have debated for thousands of years what love really is, and I could spend a thousand more years telling you about the different schools of thought on it before you kicked me out of wherever we are. Still, Garak has not had a good life and should be with someone he loves. I will do what I can to handle Dukat and Damar.” The Miles Prophet again appeared before Julian and asked,

“You believe The Garak does not love you, and yet you will still accept The Damar’s help?”

“Dukat is an egotistical ass who is about to lose all his power and be bonded to someone he’d rather see dead; he’s a bastard, but I do believe there is still some good in him as he does love Cardassia, and he obviously loves his children if Ziyal’s death drove him insane. My own parents murdered their child so they could have me; maybe having his best friend with him while having no more access to power will help the good in Dukat flourish.” The Prophet wearing Sisko’s face looked at Julian as though he were quite the anomaly before announcing,

“We have made our decision.” The light left Julian and returned to the wormhole, leaving Julian, Garak, Damar, and Dukat on the bridge of the Defiant, each with a silver band on their left wrist. Julian explained to Sisko and Dukat what had happened, and had invited Dukat to try hurting Julian; he had struck Julian hard enough to give him a black eye, only to be thrown across the room by an unseen force, and break a transverse rib.

So, that all led to the here and now; Dukat and Damar could only go so far from Julian before they started to feel terrible, physical pain, and any efforts to transport Julian off the Defiant and later the station caused problems for the transporters. The long and short of it was that the quartet had to be together, and Cardassia soon erupted in civil war as some wanted to continue following the Founders, while others wanted to expel them from their empire. For Dukat and Damar, however, they were stuck on the station with Julian and Garak (who apparently had the same protections as Julian since Dukat attacked him as well, only to again be flung across the room).

It was tricky explaining it to Starfleet, but the facts were there for all to see, and when one Admiral suggested just throwing Julian into a cell as well since he was an Augment, General Martok promised retribution since Julian was a Friend to the House of Martok. No one was willing to test Martok on the matter after they had just received a boon in the war, not long after the Breen joined the Dominion over Cardassia’s status. Still, Sisko pointed out, the two soldiers were, in essence, exiled like Garak was, surrounded by those they had intimidated and belittled, so it was hardly as though the pair got off scot-free.

The quartet had to navigate their daily routines with precision. Julian continued his duties at the Infirmary, ensuring that the constant presence of Dukat and Damar did not interfere with patient care. They established shared schedules to balance privacy and proximity, finding ways to maintain a semblance of normalcy despite the enforced proximity. Starfleet duties were rearranged to meet both the station's needs and the unique condition of Julian's bond, ensuring that their roles remained efficient and the station ran smoothly.

Damar helped out in Garak’s shop, and Dukat worked on properly mending his relationship with Ziyal, who revealed that what she had for Garak was what the humans called ‘Puppy Love’ and their being apart had lessened it. Dukat was still hardly thrilled about the whole arrangement, particularly the fact that the quartet of three Cardassians and one human had to stay together, but there was literally nothing he could do. It got even worse the night they consummated their union (a week after the whole thing started; an itch that affected all four and Julian quickly figured out what was happening); Dukat and Damar had been in a prior relationship, but Dukat could now only top Damar if Julian gave him permission every. Single. Time.

Garak once teased that Dukat should stop asking Julian for permission since Dukat obviously enjoyed (read: loved) taking Damar’s prUt, but Julian scolded Garak; whether or not Dukat enjoyed it, if he wanted to top Damar, that was between the pair. After an incident where some Bajorans tried to act tough with Dukat, thinking he had been ‘de-clawed’ as it were, Julian made them back off, only for some human merchants to remark it was natural for ‘monsters to stick together’.

Dukat saw Julian flinch and then turn away, not defending himself. In that instant, Julian's mind had been a whirlwind of emotions. Shame washed over him like a tide, each wave a reminder of the teenage insecurities he wished he could bury. Each slight and doubt cast upon his human nature tugged at the threads of inadequacy sewn into him from a young age. Being an Augment, Julian often felt like an outsider looking in, perpetually measuring his worth against unattainable standards; was he really that brilliant, or was it all a facade, a monkey parroting true greatness? These dark moments were more than just fleeting moments of weakness; they were reflections of a lifelong turmoil he had carried in silence. Until the Prophets forged a connection between himself and Dukat, as well as the secondary bond between them, Damar, and Garak.

Dukat, noticing the silent struggle in Julian's eyes, began to explore the doctor’s psyche with a newfound curiosity (he had nothing else to do since his relationship with Ziyal was improving, so why not learn more about the man who literally sacrificed his happiness to mate with someone he hated to prevent a horrible future?). Though he only had access to his daughter’s interactions with Julian (before the Changeling) and Starfleet psyche evaluations, Dukat found himself drawn to the complexity of this man who bore so much shame simply for existing. Despite only having access to bits and pieces of Julian's history, Dukat was fascinated by the layers of resilience hidden beneath Julian's vulnerability.

Damar, utilizing his underestimated computing skills, dug into the traces of 'Jules' - the boy Julian once was. Both Dukat and Damar found themselves surprised by the mingled vulnerability and steadfastness they uncovered, attributes that fueled a strong sense of protectiveness within them. This protectiveness, though unspoken, touched Julian in ways he rarely allowed himself to recognize. At night, with a Cardassian on either side and one on top of him as they used his internal warmth and the coolness of their scales helped him while their sheer weight made them ideal weighted blankets, he grappled with the emotional weight of these new bonds. Could this sense of belonging be real?

Alone with his thoughts, he dared to feel the warmth that came with knowing he was no longer just a lone wanderer. It was hard to tell what was natural and what was the bond the Prophets had created, but the Vulcans on board did their best to help them build their individual mental fortresses to make sure that, while the bond aided them in finding balance, they did not lose their sense of Julian, Skrain, Corat, and Elim.

Julian’s fortress resembled the various libraries he used to escape his bullies, Dukat’s resembled the house he grew up in, Garak’s was a garden that was far more deceptive in appearances, and Damar’s actually resembled the Naprem, where he had found more fulfillment in protecting Cardassia as a pirate, then as a Dominion lackey. As the bond grew, they taught each other more about each other’s culture, and Julian hoped to find some way of bringing some elements of Cardassia to the station, while the trio of Cardassians tried to learn more about human courting rituals.

In the present, however, Dukat grumbled,

“I may be weakening, mouseling, but that doesn’t mean I’m ready to be your assistant and listen to people whine about simple injuries.” Julian thought about rebuking Dukat’s remarks, only for the man to get Julian’s uniform open and nip his collarbone. He moaned as Dukat’s hands cupped his thighs and lifted him so he was more properly pinned against the wall.

“I suppose this means we’re not moving to the bedroom, or at least the couch?” Dukat shook his head as he managed to get Julian out of his uniform (pretty much tearing it off; jumpsuits weren’t designed for this kind of wear), and reminded him,

“Garak and Damar will be home in a half hour at least; this is my only time with you without Garak critiquing my technique, even while he’s speared on Damar’s prUt.” Julian could admit he had been impressed when Garak did that; the three of them were well-hung, but Damar was… well, Garak and Dukat were Riding Hounds and Damar was a Zabu. He had yet to take Damar in his ass as his ajan, as the others called it (and he adopted it as vagina was so clinical but pussy sounded so dirty sometimes), had better stretching capabilities; not that he and Damar got many chances together, as that left Garak with Dukat.

“There are times I don’t know if you still hate each other or if you just argue for the sake of arguing; it is how your species flirts, and you even argue about pillow placement.” Dukat was trying to remove Julian’s undershirt (the teal suited him much better than the old lavender) as he remarked,

“That’s important for an optimal nest, especially with how many pillows you like.” Dukat gave up and used his claws to tear the shirt off, prompting Julian to comment,

“I've told you that I like to frottage against pillows; I have ever since I was a teenager.” Dukat smiled as he remembered the first time he and Damar saw that as Garak took Julian; it was odd, but unique, which meant Dukat liked it. His claws carefully thumbed Julian’s nipples, an act that had Julian arch into him, inviting Dukat to again nip at his collarbone. Julian sighed as he rocked his hips, the ridges on Dukat’s waist adding delicious stimulation as they dug into his thighs, a spot Julian enjoyed having touched.

“If this is the itinerary for tonight, can we at least move to the wall that separates our bedroom? I have no desire for passers-by to hear thumping and think you’re trying to beat me or something.” Dukat rolled his eyes as he stood straighter, encouraging Julian to quickly wrap his arms around Dukat’s shoulders and lock his feet around Dukat’s ass.

“You’d think they would learn I literally cannot hurt you; if I so much as flick you, I feel as though I was slapped by a Klingon.” Julian nodded as he was settled against another wall, but was cheeky as he drew Dukat in closer and rubbed his rains against Dukat’s pelvis, above his ajan. Dukat’s eyes were almost completely black as he growled.

“You are pushing for a brutal mating.”

“Skrain, wall sex seldom leads to tender lovemaking,” Julian remarked with a cocked eyebrow, which had a mischievous gleam enter Dukat’s eyes as he everted and entered Julian, but only the tip, and proceeded to do a typical rocking Cardassian motion, rather than the thrusting motion favoured by humans.

“I can be tender when I want to be, S’h’iosr’ha.” Julian whimpered as Dukat played dirty; he had been learning Kardasi via the computer so he could understand his husbands, only to come across Dukat and Garak arguing in their mother tongue with Damar acting as a referee. As Julian listened to the sibilant hisses spoken with passion, he understood some words being spoken, but hearing them spoken properly instead of being mechanized via computer, did something to Julian’s libido. He had tried to hide his reaction, but Garak never missed a trick, especially when he scented the air; if there was one thing worse than having sparring husbands, it was husbands who could all speak a language that aroused the fourth husband, and decided to gang up on him.

“This isn’t tender, Skrain, this is teasing and considerably less polite.”

“I’m a soldier, which doesn’t require me to be polite, mouseling.”

“But you are an aristocrat, which requires manners.” Julian argued as he tried to jerk his hips and bring Dukat in deeper, but the man simply moved far enough away to prevent it, and still kept the tip of his prUt in Julian. Unlike humans and some other species, Cardassian prUts were more sensitive at the base opposed to the tip, meaning the bastard could keep this up for quite some time unless Julian got sneaky.

“Manners leave the equation when married; my parents were barely civil to each other.”

“All things considered, are they really the model you want to aspire to here? Because, apart from you and Garak, which I still think is beginning to thaw between you two, you get along great with Damar, and you are warming up to me.”

“Bite your tongue about Garak, mouseling.” Dukat ordered as he fought with himself; arguing was a form of flirting for Cardassians, and Julian was so chatty and argumentative even during sex! He didn’t understand why some thought him annoying when, as an argumentative doctor with his features, if he had scales, Julian would be highly sought after as a mate on Cardassia. Obviously, another area in which Cardassians were superior to other species was that they saw the doctor’s true worth (ignoring that he had tried to kill said doctor and was only with him now because of those damned Prophets - he had heard of Garak’s attempt to kill the doctor as well). He wanted to pound this mouseling until he made dents in the wall, but he wanted Julian to beg first; he had to get his fun somewhere. Julian took the choice out of his hands as he smirked, leaned forward, and whispered,

“I think you’d rather I bite you, Skrain.” So saying, he ducked down and bit Dukat on the neck… right on his kinat’hU. Julian’s dull human teeth wouldn’t leave a mark, but he felt the pressure. Dukat stilled before striking like a Cova, grabbing Julian’s wrists and slamming them against the wall before hissing,

“I thought humanss had a ssaying about biting ssleeping dragonss? If you don’t want a ssore back tomorrow, sstay sstill, ssweetling.” Julian weighed his options before replying,

“I’m pretty sure that’s why my ancestors invented painkillers… Iguana-boy.” Julian gasped and almost screamed as Dukat slammed into him so they were chest-to-chest. Julian did yelp as Dukat bit his neck (those never had a drawback), and then started pounding Julian; he was going to probably be a mass of bruises before Garak or Damar took a dermal regenerator to them, but he would treasure them as so many of his partners had treated him as though he were made of glass. Once, after a very fulfilling night, Dukat had commented that Julian had been made to be a Cardassian’s mate as he was argumentative and could take their affections.

Garak, of course, had to counter that proper Cardassian matings took a lot longer, and Julian was too impatient, but Damar merely countered that patience was taught… and Garak had been a bad teacher so far, so that left Damar teaching Julian patience. Julian couldn’t help snickering as Garak sputtered and Dukat laughed uproariously (missing the fact that Damar had also called him impatient), and Damar had looked like the cat that got the canary as he petted Julian’s scaleless neck.

“One day, your mouth will get you into sserious trouble, mousseling.” Dukat hissed before he devolved into hisses and clicks of a more basic Cardassian tongue that served to ramp up Julian’s arousal. Julian may not have been able to aurally arouse Dukat with his tongue the way he could, but he still did his best to bite, scratch, and stroke his neck scales. This made Dukat growl like some giant crocodile and just pounded Julian’s poor pelvis, making him wonder if Dukat had something about Julian being made for Cardassian mates as a normal human or Bajoran would probably be in danger of a shattered pelvis at this point.

Though, to be fair to the sex- and former power-crazed megalomaniac, when Julian let out an involuntary whimper, he did ease off a bit, and changed his angle so that Julian’s g-spot was now being grazed. There were times when Julian wondered if Cardassians and humans were always meant to be mates since Cardassians enjoyed using humans as basking rocks and Cardassian prUts were great for reaching human pleasure spots. Doing his best to focus as his pleasure nerves were overloaded (and he legit worried about leaving a dent in the wall Jadzia would memorialize), he again leaned down and bit down as hard as he could on Dukat’s kinat’hU, which caused Dukat to empty into Julian, which triggered his own release, which encouraged Julian to bite down harder, which helped milk Dukat’s prUt.

“Shortsightedness may be your worst quality, Dukat, but your impatience, obliviousness, and lack of self-awareness are right up there.” Dukat growled but Julian stroked his shoulder scale as the pair were snatched from their afterglow, turned, and saw Garak and Damar standing not too far away from them.

“How long have you two been standing there?” Dukat barked as he shifted, drawing a whimper from Julian, which prompted Dukat to give him a quick kiss in apology as Damar went for the regenerator.

“Oh, since around the time our Ch’ulian called you ‘Iguana-boy’ which, my dear Doctor, I must disagree most strongly with as Dukat is neither a boy nor an iguana; more of an ancient gecko.” Garak smirked as Dukat growled and would have tackled him if Cardassians didn’t have a feature that locked mates together to ensure pregnancy (when Major Kira told Julian about that, she helped him procure stronger birth control which Dr. Girani made sure he took it religiously; Julian wanted children, but was uncertain about passing on his dangerous DNA, and getting pregnant in a war was the height of irresponsibility). Julian yelped as the knot was tugged in his oversensitive ajan, which again drew his and Damar’s attention.

“The regenerator only helps with the bruises, little one.” Damar and Julian were almost the same height, but that didn’t stop Damar from calling Julian ‘little one’.

“I know, and it would ease up if Skrain here would stop pulling!” Dukat kissed Julian in the Cardassian way as he apologized,

“Sorry, sweet one, but Garak has no room to talk about age or appearances with his stubby ne-” Dukat yelped before he could finish as Julian dug a nail into his kinat’hU and glared as he scolded,

“No body shaming! You finish that sentence, Skrain, and you won’t be able to touch me or Damar for a month!” Dukat almost bit his lips as he knew Julian’s threats had teeth; though Julian would not let him come to any harm, not being allowed to touch Damar or Julian meant if he wanted to have sex, he’d have to ask Garak, who never let him top but knew how to touch him to make him cum like a cadet new to the academy; highly embarrassing.

It was a unique union as Julian never topped; the prosthetic was uncomfortable for him, and the others didn’t enjoy it. Garak mentioned something called a 'strap-on,' but Julian had blushed like an Earth tomato, which meant Dukat and Damar had research to do. While the Cardassian trio enjoyed both giving and receiving, Julian held the real power in the relationship. Dukat, Garak, and Damar, despite their varied strengths and assertive personalities, were acutely aware of Julian's emotional and moral influence over them. Each partner, in their own way, submitted to Julian’s welfare and choices.

Garak, who was often surprised by his own complex feelings for Julian, harbored affection that seemed to hover between platonic admiration and romantic interest. His appreciation of Julian's intelligence and cunning went beyond mere camaraderie, resulting in a fierce protectiveness and emotions difficult to identify and categorize. Dukat, though he would ridicule and tease, respected Julian’s boundaries implicitly (having very little choice in the matter in the beginning. Things had changed when he discovered Julian cared a great deal for the Cardassian orphans still on Bajor, something that conflicted with how they had been taught of humans). Damar, meanwhile, found Julian’s kindness both an anchor and a revelation, guiding him towards a more open perspective (which helped ease the tensions with Ziyal, though Julian never told a soul, save for Sisko, about what he had seen). This unlikely dynamic was founded on Julian's profound understanding of his partners, creating a balance where he could control the decisions without overtly displaying dominance.

Their group dynamic had shifted dramatically since their initial bond, evolving into a complex tapestry of interdependence and shared burdens. Julian's role had grown beyond merely being a reluctant, unaware leader; he had become the emotional core that tethered them. In a private moment, Garak had once commented to Julian, "You have transformed us from disjointed individuals into a family, perhaps the most formidable in the galaxy." Julian had merely smiled, knowing well the power of belonging they all felt, and how it gave them strength none had anticipated. Dukat had heard of this incident from Damar, and admitted he heard Lieutenant Dax remark to O’Brien that Julian had to be the most protected person in the quadrant, with three komodo dragons for husbands. If they weren’t such fierce reptiles, Dukat might have taken offence at such a comparison. Dukat sighed as the knot eased and he gently removed himself from Julian before easing him down on his legs, where he was steadied by Damar. Garak then spoke up.

“Corat, don’t you think it a little rude that Dukat jumped Ch’ulian as soon as he got home? And, that Ch’ulian allowed him to have his way seems very concerning to Ch’ulian’s state of mind, wouldn’t you agree?” A mischievous gleam entered Damar’s eye as he registered what Garak was suggesting. He smirked as he asked,

“Maybe the pair of them need a little lesson in patience?” As Julian caught his breath, he said to Dukat,

“I think we’re in trouble.” Dukat flushed as he responded,

“I think you’re right, mouseling.”

Chapter Text

Julian sighed as he leaned against a tree, idly watching as Keiko and Molly splashed each other in a nearby stream, and Miles was finishing his feeding of little Kirayoshi. Julian had been working three days of double shifts straight when he got an emergency call from Miles; they had been all set to head down to Bajor as a family for some desperate R&R, but Molly suddenly complained of a sharp pain near her navel that was spreading to her right side, and she was feeling nauseous. Fearing appendicitis, Julian had grabbed his kit and beamed down to the docking ring. Molly was in the shuttle when he arrived, and that should have been a huge clue, as she couldn’t have developed symptoms that quickly, and Keiko was too good a mother not to notice such signs earlier.

By the time his tricorder confirmed there was nothing wrong, they had left the docking ring and were on their way down to Bajor. Julian had tried beaming out, but Sisko himself had explained that Julian’s work ethic could be admired… in moderation; for the rest of the day, he was off duty, and the O’Briens had offered to take him to Bajor. Julian had wanted to argue, but feared he would offend either the O’Brien’s or his CO, so, with clenched fists and a clenched jaw, he accepted the order.

He had been quiet as they made their descent, giving Molly and Keiko only short, but polite, non-committal answers to anything they asked him, and that quietness continued while they ate, until Molly and Keiko went to play.

“Julian, I’m sorry we had to go this route, but we were all really worried about you burning out the way you were going, made even worse by how little you speak anymore.” Miles justified, only for Julian to snort,

“I would have thought there’d be dancing on the Promenade over that; you all told me often enough I spoke too much.” Miles flinched at that and tried to soothe,

“We thought so too, and then we realized how used to it we had become, and for you to be that quiet… it felt wrong, it feels wrong. You haven’t even used your Agent Bashir program for almost two months, and I know Felix sent you an upgrade three weeks ago.” Before Julian could argue or Miles could continue, Keiko came over and asked,

“There’s a grove not far from here that Nerys got permission for us to pick some moba fruit; how would you like some fresh, real jam for your scones, Julian?” Julian could admit that it would be nice, but replied,

“That’s OK, Keiko; you, Molly, and Miles go enjoy yourselves.” Miles groaned,

“C’mon, Julian; a little fruit picking will do you some good and-!”

“Miles, leave him be.” Keiko advised, confusing Miles.

“Keiko?” Keiko kneeled next to Julian, really looked at him, and smiled as she asked,

“You actually can’t move, can you?” Julian blushed as he shook his head,

“Once I ate something and allowed myself to relax even a little, it was like my body and mind disconnected. Now, if only my mind could pipe down and let me sleep.” Keiko smiled as she petted Julian on the head, and he couldn’t resist nuzzling into her hand; it had been too long since he allowed another to touch him in a gentle manner.

“Poor dear, I’ll take Molly and Yoshi with me, and Miles can stay here with you; maybe his talking of Ireland will help you fall asleep!”

“Har, har, Keiko.” Miles responded to her little joke, knowing what she was really suggesting. The whole hullabaloo regarding Nerys carrying Yoshi had resulted in interesting relationships; even though Nerys was with Odo, she sometimes came to them when she wanted a chance to clear her head, it was hard to describe, so, as Julian himself suggested, they didn’t try to. As for his relationship with Julian, it had evolved not long after he got back from that wretched camp, and it started mostly as Julian giving Miles an incredible hand or blowjob to help him relax and reassure Julian he wasn’t at that wretched camp anymore. A week before the mess with Zimmerman and Julian’s bastard parents, Miles reciprocated for the first time; he had offered before, but Julian always assured him it wasn’t necessary.

Then, Julian had been so tired and wound up at the same time, he hadn’t noticed Miles removing his uniform until he pulled down his briefs and saw that Julian had a rather cute pussy, and a frankly even cuter micro-penis. The poor guy was so embarrassed, he ran into his ‘fresher and locked the door, refusing to let Miles in, forgetting that Miles basically had the keys to the kingdom when it came to overrides. He had rather treated Julian like a wounded animal as he entered the ‘fresher and told him it was nothing to be ashamed of, and, if Julian was still open to their relationship, he could see just how good Miles was with his hands and mouth, after experiencing Julian’s expertise.

After Zimmerman, Richard, and Amsha, Julian revealed his altered genitals were a byproduct of the ‘treatments’ and had made him intersex while shrinking his penis, an act his parents had shamed him for, as though it was his fault. Miles arranged it with Odo and Sisko that, even after Richard was released, he and Amsha were never allowed back on the station.

In the present, Keiko gathered Yoshi and Molly with her and went to pick some fresh moba fruit while Miles tried to help Julian turn his brain off enough to get a nap in. Miles shook his head as he maneuvered Julian so he was lying on the picnic blanket, bunching his jacket and putting it under Julian’s head as he did so. He then started removing Julian’s uniform, even as the man squawked,

“Miles! We’re out in the open!”

“Oh, like you and one of your partners never found a secluded nook to make out in? You can hold off the blushing maiden act, Julian; the Major assured us this is a highly secluded spot that others come to for this very reason.” Miles assured as he undid the teal shirt underneath, revealing Julian’s dark golden skin and dusky nipples.

“Well, that’s reassuring, but I can’t even lift my arms to help you undress me; how are we supposed to be able to do anything when I can’t hold you?”

“You don’t need to do anything, mate; just let me take care of you for a change.” Julian blushed as Miles finished getting him out of his uniform. Normally, Miles would prefer building this experience up a bit more, but the fact that Julian was so tired he couldn’t move called for a quick, but powerful orgasm. He scooched down until he was level with Julian’s lower stomach and noted he needed to ask some of the others (yes, even Garak) to force Julian to have lunch with them, as his habit of missing meals when absorbed in his work was getting worse. He started gently kissing Julian’s tummy and stroking his thighs, which was a good way to get Julian’s motor going, as shown by Julian’s little sigh.

“Y-you don’t have to do this, you know; you can still catch up to Keiko and-”

“And leave you here to be bored and defenceless? You said yourself, you’re so tired, you can’t even move; the Major would be after my blood if anything happened to you in such a state, with Dax and the captain after what was left, and that’s before Garak could get to me.” Julian let out a breathy laugh before letting out a small moan as Miles reached the crux of thigh and pelvis. Miles had had a couple of girlfriends before Keiko, and every one of them complimented him on his hand skills, and later his other skills, but they hadn’t been so eager for reciprocation, which is what made Keiko and Julian so special. The fact that Julian had focused so much on Miles' pleasure and stress relief before tending to his own (in private, no less) made this a rewarding moment for Miles in that he could return that relief to his friend.

He removed his right hand from Julian’s thigh and started gently stroking Julian’s outer lips, which were starting to glisten as Julian’s tired body got interested. Miles could privately admit that, as his fingers teased Julian’s lips by occasionally dipping in, with Julian being unable to respond beyond little moans and whimpers as though he were asleep, it made Miles feel like the Incubus of legend.

“As much fun as it would be to draw this out for you, I think a quickie would help you get a nap in, and maybe we can have more fun later in the holosuites.” Miles informed his friend, who did his best to nod as he started to breathe a little heavy. Miles eased his fingers into Julian’s pussy, and began to thrust them at a steady pace, which encouraged Julian’s breathy little moans even before he started scissoring his fingers. He then started licking and nipping at Julian’s outer lips, encouraging those moans and whimpers to get louder.

He really wanted to drag this out, as Julian was very good at oral sex and could drive a person crazy with his skill, and he wanted to prove he had the same skill, but Julian just looked as if he didn’t get forty winks soon, he might start crying. And Keiko might like to tease him about his lack of ability to handle emotions, but he really would be useless if Julian started crying. He looked up and saw Julian’s micropenis was fully hard, so he sucked it into his mouth, noting Julian’s hips attempting to jerk upwards, but he really was too tired to move (Miles didn’t want to think about why all these thoughts of Julian being totally at his mercy were making him so hard).

Before he could feel any further frustration, Miles crooked his fingers and brushed against Julian’s G-spot just as he started humming, a tag-team effort that had Julian give a shout. He kept up the assault until he felt Julian cum all over his hand, further proof that Julian had been too wound up to really rest, especially when the poor guy passed out as he came. He worked Julian through the end of his orgasm, and then cleaned up the evidence of their little ‘relaxation session’. He took a napkin, lowered his pants, and took care of his own erection before helping Julian into some civilian clothing Keiko had snuck out before they engaged in their plan. While he wasn’t one for talking about his feelings, he might have to discuss this with Julian and see if he had any kind of thoughts on what they could do to replicate Julian’s helplessness in a safe setting.

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“Why did I agree to a blindfold for our first time?” Julian asked, as he had no sooner finished removing his uniform than Jadzia had snuck up behind him and tied a green silk blindfold around his eyes. Earlier that evening, amidst the dimmed lights and lively chatter at Quark's, they had discussed the idea playfully, with Jadzia teasing his natural curiosity and adventurous spirit. She couldn’t see his expressions, but she felt him smile as she kissed a spot below his ear before answering,

“Because, though you’ve matured, you’re still impatient and agreed when I suggested it at Quark’s instead of waiting two weeks.” Jadzia conveniently ignored the fact that she had counted on this impatience, so she could get Julian before Benjamin or the Chief could after that little shuttle ride. That shuttle ride had been a peculiar mission, filled with unexpected challenges that tested their quick thinking and adaptability. It was there that Julian proved his unwavering composure under pressure, a trait that fascinated Jadzia. And recently, when she feared she was losing her mind, she saw his compassion and strength regarding the Dax symbiote incident and the discovery of Joran, Jadzia saw a kindred spirit. He had provided emotional support when she needed it most, and this made her feel deeply seen and understood. She realized that for Julian, this encounter was more than an adventure; it was an opportunity to connect on a profound level, sharing vulnerabilities and strengths alike. In Julian, she saw someone who valued depth and understanding, mirroring her own desires for authentic connection. This bond between them promised not only passion but a meaningful exchange that transcended physical confines.

“But how can I show you how well I can pleasure you if I’m blindfolded?” Julian asked, which had Jadzia correct,

“My pleasure will come from how well you obey instructions.”

“Jadzia, I swear, I don’t know why that copycat acted-” Julian tried to defend himself, but Jadzia assured him,

“I do; that copycat read how you would react if we were together, but, not understanding, thought that was how you wanted me to be.”

“Well, I-I-, that is, if you show me what you like, I will do it as I care a great deal about your pleasure, but calling me submissive might be going a bit fa-oh!” Jadzia had meant to just tease Julian as she ran her fingers down his back, but she was surprised to see it was like someone had touched Julian with a live wire.

“I never met someone whose back was an erogenous zone.”

“It’s, uh, always been sensitive.” Julian drew the last word out, feeling the sensation run through every nerve as Jadzia once again drew her fingers down his back, slowly this time. Each touch sent tiny sparks of electricity surging through his skin, making him acutely aware of the gentle pressure of her fingertips. The room was filled with a warm, soft glow from the candles, casting flickering shadows that danced on the walls. A gentle hum of ambient sounds seeped through the walls, muffled whispers of life beyond. The subtle scent of vanilla and something floral created an aroma that was both soothing and intoxicating. As she nudged him forward, Julian walked instinctively, his mind in a haze of anticipation and reluctance. The plush carpet underfoot felt like a soft cloud, contrasting with the cool air that kissed his bare skin. When his knees hit the edge of her bed, he hesitated, balancing on the brink of an experience that was entirely new to him. His heart pounded in his chest, a mix of embarrassment and excitement flooding his senses as he lay there, feeling the comforting embrace of the bed beneath him.

“Get on the bed properly, then get on your hands and knees and wait for me.” Julian again obeyed without complaint as Jadzia went to her replicator and asked for some candles. She lit them and then left them in dishes that would collect the melted wax and keep it warm to keep it from cooling and solidifying. Leaving them where she could keep an eye on them for safety, she went back to Julian.

Going to the head of the bed, she decided to try her shuttle fantasy and started petting him; sure enough, he acted like a puppy or maybe more like a cat as he looked to be a step away from purring at the attention as she ran her fingers through his hair. She left his hair and stroked his ears for just a moment when she saw no great reaction (just because he wasn’t a Ferengi didn’t mean he might not also be aroused, but maybe they needed a firmer touch). As she went for his neck and shoulders (and made a mental note to take him to the Bolian masseuse on the Promenade as his shoulders were holding too much tension to be healthy), he remarked,

“You know, I’m very good with my mouth, if you want me to-”

“Julian, you have to learn you’re not in control here.” Jadzia scolded as she pinched his ear, which got a squeak from him, even as he encouraged,

“I have no problem with you being in charge if that’s what you want. I’m just letting you know I can pleasure you, as just… does this count as kneeling? When I envision kneeling, I always see a person on their knees, but I suppose hands and knees are also a form of kneeling. But just kneeling here, with you touching me, seems terribly one-sided, and I want you to see I can be a good partner and useful.” Jadzia paused, her fingers resting lightly on his skin, feeling the steady rhythm of his breathing. Julian's words revealed a raw vulnerability, an earnest desire to contribute to their shared experience. Sensing the weight of his need for validation, she thought of Lela, the first host, who often spoke about longing for appreciation beyond tangible contributions. The resonance was profound, echoing through her past lives as reminders of the struggles to be truly seen. Softening her voice, Jadzia responded,

"Julian, your willingness to be vulnerable with me, to offer yourself beyond mere action, is what makes you truly valuable. It's not just your ability to please that matters, but this connection we're building together." This acknowledgement was more than a verbal exchange; it was a silent promise to cherish the depth of his feelings and to honor them. Filing that tidbit away as she cut into his ramblings.

“Now, Julian, right now, what I want is for you to be a good boy and just take what I give you. Can you be good for me?” Another person might have missed it; hell, if they were somewhere public, Jadzia might have missed it amidst the sheer noise of dozens of people on the Promenade/Replimat/Ops at the same time as her and Julian. But here, alone with Julian in the privacy of her own room, Jadzia heard Julian’s tiny whimper as he responded,

“I can be good,” Jadzia smirked as she lightly ran her nails down Julian’s back, admiring the arch of his back as he tried to follow her touch. When she saw the candles had accumulated enough wax, her smirk became devious as she assured,

“I know you can, Julian.” She left Julian for just a moment, loving the little whimper he gave before she carefully picked the candles up to bring them closer.

“Humans believe that, when they lose one sense - such as being blindfolded - their other senses get stronger; are you experiencing that, Julian?”

A thrill went through Jadzia as her thoughts spiraled on what she could do to Julian, all the sensations she could inflict on him. As she carefully tipped the dish, allowing the wax to fall onto Julian’s golden skin, it left small puddles and rivers of electric blue. Each drop brought a sudden warmth that seeped into his skin, spreading a delightful tingle that made his muscles contract involuntarily. Julian's initial squeak, born out of surprise and slight discomfort, quickly turned into a low, lingering moan as the warmth of the wax began to cool and harden. Reaching into her bedside table, she pulled out a special ring and snapped it onto Julian’s clit. It caused that squeak to evolve into a squeal, the sudden pressure combined with subtle vibrations sending a jolt through his body. Julian felt acutely alive, each sensation intertwining with the next, a symphony of warmth, vibration, and pleasure that pulled him deeper into the moment.

“You wanted me, Julian? You’re going to learn just what it means to be with a Trill that has eight lifetimes of such diverse experience.” Jadzia purred as she flicked the wax off his back.

“Ja-Jadzia, wh-what did you just put on me?” Jadzia smirked as she asked,

“You mean the wax?”

“N-no, th-the thing on my cl-clit.”

“Oh, that? Just something I picked up from Risa; it functions the same as a cock ring, though it does let out wonderful vibrations that should keep you interested while I get something to help… spice things up.”

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Julian trembled as Jadzia went back to the replicator; he had been blindfolded and tied up for sex before, but he had a feeling Jadzia was about to make him feel like a total virgin.

“Julian, did you know that you can be very specific with the replicators? As in asking for a specific temperature for food or drinks, or specific size dimensions?” Jadzia asked as she punched in the dimensions for what she wanted.

“We-well, I knew about the temperatures, and I guess the size dimensions make sense, but you can’t replicate anything too big, can you?” Jadzia smirked as her request materialized to her specifications. She picked it up, along with some lube, and went back to Julian at the foot of the bed as she reassured him,

“Don’t worry about that; this little darling may not be very big, but it’ll definitely make tonight more interesting in a big way. Now, try to relax.” Jadzia then spread a liberal amount of lube on her fingers and the item before asking,

“Now, tell me, Julian, have you ever heard of figging?” Julian paused as he racked his brain, trying to remember if he had ever come across such a term, but shook his head.

“Well, don’t worry, I’ll explain; see, figging is the act of inserting a piece of peeled ginger into a person's anal, vaginal, or urethral cavity. Since you’re new to the practice, we’ll go with the traditional anal cavity, if you have no objections?” Jadzia hadn’t meant to taunt Julian, practically daring him to say no; that was a touch of Curzon, but she couldn’t un-ring the bell as it were.

“No! No, I, uh, I’ll try anything once, especially if my partner wants to.” Perhaps it was the knowledge that Julian was doing this because Jadzia wanted to that made her say,

“Good boy, but don’t be embarrassed if you don’t like it; it’s just too intense for some, and I have plenty of other ways for us to have fun. Julian, I want you to promise me that if you don’t like figging, you’ll say ‘kroykah’.”

“The Vulcan word for stop?”

“Exactly; I know you speak Vulcan rather well, but it’s hardly the language of love sonnets, so, if you say ‘kroykah’, I’ll know it’s too much and I’ll take it out.” Jadzia could just make out Julian licking his lips as he asked,

“But, uh, that won’t bring a total stop, will it?” Jadzia stroked his thigh, noting the little shiver, before responding,

“No, it just means an end to the ginger and, after you catch your breath, we’ll move on to something more fun for you.”

“Well then, k’tarian, if you please.” At the Vulcan word for ‘commence’, Jadzia inserted two fingers into Julian’s ass; one was polite, but she rather thought Julian appreciated small doses of pain with pleasure, hence why she wanted him to try figging. This hypothesis was backed up when Julian moaned. It didn’t take long before she was up to three fingers, and she was soon lubing the ginger plug she had replicated. She had carefully specified it to have a tapered point for easy entrance and a proper base, so she didn’t have to worry about it getting lost in there.

“Now, just relax, Julian.”

“I’ve done anal before, Jadzia; I’ve had both Klingon and Gorn boyfriends, and they were more interested in a more vigorous time.” Jadzia smiled as she asked,

“Have you ever been with a Klingon woman?” Julian snorted as he replied,

“No; no offence to Curzon, but my idea of a good time does not include a broken collarbone.” Jadzia chuckled even as she gently inserted the ginger into Julian’s hole. To his credit, Julian did relax, but she didn’t fault him for tensing as the heat of the ginger touched such delicate skin. As the plug settled, she quickly asked,

“How do you feel?”

“Uh, weird, hot, full, I’m, uh, not sure.” Jadzia rubbed his lower back as she soothed,

“OK, just breathe, Julian, take a moment to get used to it, then we’ll go back to the wax, which I know you were enjoying. Remember what you say if you want the ginger out?”

“Kro-Kroykah.” Julian sighed as Jadzia kissed his lower back. She praised,

“Good boy.” Julian focused on his breathing as Jadzia went back to pouring hot wax on his back, which still felt really good, but was becoming overshadowed as he was unable to put the burn of the ginger out of his mind. He always liked pushing his boundaries; he felt he had to, to prove he was good enough, but this was proving to be too uncomfortable. Still, he had tried to get together with Jadzia for three years, and he couldn’t just wimp out; he had to prove he could keep up with her.

He tried shifting his weight in the vain hope that it would somehow ease the burn, but it only seemed to worsen. He liked the sting the ginger offered, as well as the pleasurable jolt he was getting from the ring on his clit - his dripping pussy was proof of that, but the heat was becoming unbearable. He tried focusing on the wax as it criss-crossed over his back, as that was a pleasurable, almost soothing burn, but the longer the ginger plug was in his ass, the worse the burn was becoming, until it was all he could feel.

“Kroykah! Please, Jadzia, kroykah!” Jadzia quickly put the candle she had been pouring down before she almost dove for the foot of the bed and eased the plug out of his ass before dropping it and rubbing his back.

“I’m sorry! I’m so-”

“No, no, shh, it’s OK, Julian; I wasn’t lying when I said figging wasn’t everyone’s idea of sexy. Curzon knew a Klingon who became hysterical after three minutes of it. You did the right thing by using the safe word; that’s what it’s for. Just breathe now, and if you want to continue-”

“I do! I swear I-”

“Shh, just breathe and try to calm down, Julian; we’ll continue after a few minutes, maybe with a different ring as well.”

“Ca-can we keep that on, please? I, I like that.” Jadzia smirked as she got off the bed, walked to the head, and encouraged Julian to lean against her stomach. As she stroked his hair, encouraging him to calm down, she asked,

“In that case, would you like to see the matching nipple rings? They’re clip-ons but have the same wonderful feature as the clit ring.”

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“So, what you’re saying is that this… parasite-”

*Not a parasite!*

“Doctor, please; you’ve proven it has sentience, it does not relish being called a parasite, and as we are currently connected…” Garak tried to soothe his passenger and correct his mate. He had been in his shop, closing up, when he found a dark blue gelatinous mass; he scanned it, found nothing harmful, but it could not be identified. A tendril had grabbed him, and a voice in his head told him it was from the Delta Quadrant and needed a host to survive once it left its homeworld.

A merchant had found it, put it in a stasis container, sold it to Quark (orange, big-eared, weird clothes, weirdo the mass had called him, and Garak found it highly amusing), and the container broke after Quark dropped it. Without a host, it would only last another thirty minutes, but it was in short supply of hosts since the creature produced a lot of heat - enough to give a human heatstroke or kill an Andorian. And then, there was Garak, who had to wear multiple layers just to ease the ache in his bones; the mass could sense it and had sought him out for a mutually beneficial arrangement - it protects Garak from the cold, and Garak’s body stabilizes the mass to intake oxygen instead of the atmosphere it was used to but couldn’t find here.

Garak was no fool, of course, no matter how desperate he was not to feel the biting cold of the station any longer. When asked how he could trust such a creature not to take over his body, the being, near death already, told Garak there were two ways to separate a Laz’ed, which was the blob’s species name, from its host: high-pitched noises and an infusion of Dimethyl Sulfoxide. Garak tested both methods, and they proved to be accurate, so he agreed. The blob quickly latched onto Garak, moving under his clothes to form a protective layer, and Garak almost moaned as the cold leached from his bones, but he was not so lost in the sensation that he didn’t feel a mental link forming. Calling on his Order training, he quickly shut off his mind, only for the creature to assure him it was only so they could talk without too much effort or verbally, since the Laz’ed had no desire to be discovered, and Garak obviously did not wish to appear crazy to his patrons.

Allowing the link but ordering the computer to emit a high screeching command if he so ordered, Garak felt the Laz’ed to form the link, and it immediately zoomed in on the bright spot on this station. He and the Doctor had recently become a couple, but they were keeping it private for the moment as the others were slowly warming up to the doctor’s peculiar (for a human) manners, and he feared jeopardising them. The Laz’ed then asked,

*Is that mate?*

*Indeed, and if you attempt to hurt him, I will introduce you to sound waves the Obsidian Order developed to interrogate Vulcans and Romulans.* Garak had warned, to which the Laz’ed was quick to reassure,

*No! No! Mates are important! I have a suggestion to improve my deal; I know your species enjoys mating, so if you allow a small portion of myself to bond with your mate, it will allow a mental connection to form between you. It won’t be full telepathy, but it will let the two of you know when you’re in danger, or, less seriously, like you won’t be able to make a… date, I think you call them?* And that led to here; Julian had run every test he could think of to ascertain its truthfulness, with Garak even being submitted to a cortical scan, and it appeared to be telling the truth.

“Sorry, I’m just worried I missed something, and, not only is the station in danger, but you’re in even greater danger.”

“It appears to be more symbiotic than parasitic in nature, as it suggested.” Garak assured, to which Julian asked,

“So, why does it want to bond with me as well?”

“Apparently, its bond with you would only be a minor one; to assure you, it has no ill will.”

“And for that it has to… mate with me?”

“Come now, Doctor; is this really the strangest mating adventure you’ve ever partaken in?” Julian thought about it and admitted,

“It’s probably on par with that time I hooked up with that aide of the Arachnean ambassador or that Gorn merchant.” Garak once again overlooked his Chosen’s interesting past as he certainly had no room to talk, even if most of his marks had been fellow Cardassians.

*Tell him that once we mate, if he doesn’t like it, I won’t touch him again, leaving you two completely alone for your mating time.* Garak relayed the message and Julian asked,

“But, why does it have to, uh… fornicate with me?” Garak laughed as Julian acted so prudish when he had admitted to being something of a slut, and gently teased,

“A little late to be talking of ‘fornicating’, don’t you think, my dear? It needs to be connected to give us the link, but dividing itself between the two of us would almost surely kill itself or you from overheating. However, leaving a… sample in your body will give it the connection it needs. If it makes you feel better, I can take one hole and the Laz’ed can take the other, ensuring you… enjoy the experience.” Julian sighed as he could hardly deny Garak something that eased the pain in his bones, and it was offering a chance for them to be aware of each other in case of danger; such a link might have prevented his nightmares after the Dominion’s simulation.

He started removing his uniform, and Garak kissed him on the cheek, doing the same. However, his scales had a slight blue sheen to them, making them look healthier than normal. He lay down, a little mechanically, as he feared what this would be like, only for the Laz’ed to suddenly form a tendril as Garak leaned over him to kiss him, hoping to help him relax. The tendril first stroked Julian’s cheek, and then went into Julian’s ear.

“Oh! Wh-what is it doing?” Julian asked as it felt like his ear was being stroked.

*This small connection allows me to see what your mate likes; the better I do in helping his pleasure, the less likely he is to resist the joining.* Knowing Julian could take that the wrong way, Garak decided to paraphrase.

“It sees how tense you are, my dear, and wishes to help you relax by learning how to pleasure you.” Garak then leaned down and started kissing and nipping Julian’s neck, an act that always helped to get him in the mood. Julian moaned, then yelped as he bucked into Garak.

*Your mate likes having his feet touched but is afraid to ask, why?* Ah, that was where the Laz’ed was focussing and why Julian already looked blissed, he soon explained,

*He has had a few partners who took all his kindness, but never offered any in return and was mocked when he asked for it; this is one of them.* Outside of their mental link, Julian begged,

“Fuck, Garak, please ask him to stop! I, I’ll cum too quickly!”

*Does his cumming quickly affect your process?* Garak asked the Laz’ed, who replied,

*Not particularly; it’s your choice if he cums often or only after I’ve left my link - I can stop him from cumming without dropping the pleasure. I can actually increase it.* Hmm, Garak was fully aware he fit the definition of a morally dubious individual, and the truth was that, now that he had Julian, he didn’t want to lose him. They were still learning each other’s bodies, which included the knowledge that Julian had an unusual recovery time, even for a young human male. If he could make sure Julian stayed by taming his body…

*As long as it doesn’t hurt him.* Julian whimpered as a third tendril shot from the Laz’ed, wrapping firmly around his micropenis, only to erupt in moans as the tentacle seemed to develop a series of bumps to stimulate it; combined with the tentacles ‘licking’ his feet, he could have cum then and there if this thing hadn’t decided to stop him.

“Th-this is re-revenge for the p-pa-para-parasite comment, isn’t it?” Julian asked as Garak added his own torment by pinching and licking his nipples.

*A little.* The Laz’ed admitted, but Garak refuted,

“Not at all, my Dear Doctor; it just needs your mind focused when it makes the connection.”

“D-don’t feel very fo-focused, right now.” Julian whimpered as Garak continued to tease Julian’s nipples and the tentacles tormented his micropenis as well as his feet, which were beginning to feel even more sensitive. Garak thought a good way of helping Julian, like the being who now kept the coldness of the station at bay (he was warm and now had a companion to ease his loneliness; he wasn’t giving either up without a fight), would be to allow Julian to have an orgasm and ‘take the pressure off’, which the Laz’ed agreed to.

*A quick, but strong orgasm will help the bond begin, then we just have to make sure he doesn’t move around too much as it settles; since it won’t be sentient, it needs to soak into his skin to attach the link. This human is rather jittery; if his stamina is as good as you say, how do we keep him from moving?*

*He may have excellent stamina, but if he isn’t given a chance to breathe - say, teasing his prostate so soon after orgasm - he may be as weak as a kitten, as the humans say.* Garak replied as he lowered his mouth, kissing and licking Julian’s toned tummy as he slowly reached Julian’s pussy. The man in question begged,

“Fuck! Ga-Garak, pl-please make it s-st-stop! I, I need to cum so ba-badly!” The power this gave Garak over Julian was quite intoxicating; young men so often had so little control over their baser needs, even Cardassians. Garak had been one of the best at controlling his desires in training; Julian would need more training, as this was a highly effective interrogation method, and the boy would be quite susceptible to it. First, though, a little reminder that Garak was very skilled at making his human happy, as, though it was taboo for normal Cardassians to do this, Agents were taught how to manipulate humans’ depravity, and it was another area where Garak had excelled. With this in mind, Garak started eating out Julian’s pussy, an act that gave Julian great pleasure. Unfortunately for the sensitized officer who wasn’t used to having his feet worshipped in such a way (as in, at all), while his pussy was being eaten out, his sensitive little rim was also being licked by yet another tentacle.

“SHIT! FUCK! Please! Please, Garak! Oh, please let me cum! I- it’s too much! Pl-please! I’ll do anything!” This rush felt better than anything Garak had experienced, even at the height of his power or with the implant; he doubted even Gul Dukat had ever experienced such a rush as this enchanting creature, begging for an orgasm that only Garak could grant. One of the things that made Cardassians so efficient at oral sex, as humans called it, was the fact that their tongues could elongate if necessary, allowing Garak to flick Julian’s G-spot. As Julian thrashed and tried to scream around the tentacle now gagging him, Garak ordered,

*Let him cum, but leave something else besides your essence inside him; hardened objects, like eggs to tease and torment his prostate. After cumming so hard, he’ll do his best to keep still to avoid further tormenting such a sensitive spot.*

*Easily done, though I have to ask if you’d like him broken for your pleasure? I know enough about him now to make it so that tending to your pleasure consumes his entire being.*

*Don’t you dare mess with his mind; I am very drawn to it and want it to remain intact. Not to mention the kind of attention that would draw to us.* All while the two were having their discussion, Julian had been reduced to tears as his body was pleasured in ways he had never experienced as other species, save for Andorians, were rather monogamous, so Julian had never been in a threesome before. Finally, the vice grip on his penis eased up ever so slightly, and Julian screamed as he came, soaking Garak’s face  even as the tentacle on his penis slurped up any cum that came from there. Julian barely noticed it as small objects were shot into his ass via the tentacle still inside him; he only noticed them at all since they added to his torment as each one managed to hit his prostate. As Julian tried to calm his breathing, he found it a little difficult as each little twitch his body gave caused those… things in his ass to nudge his prostate, causing another spurt of cum, meaning he was soon whining like a puppy.

“Ga-Garak, wh-what are those things?” Garak, being a Cardassian and therefore not experiencing the same exhaustion his mammalian mate was experiencing, merely lay on top of him to help limit his movements (he had feared his bulk would hurt the human, but he somehow enjoyed Garak’s weight) and pet his hair as he explained.

“They’re how it will bond with you; one of those will be able to form the link, and the others will return to it. Be careful, dear Doctor, as there’s no guarantee they will take, and we may need another round to help it.” Julian’s eyes widened at the thought of doing that more than once a night. Still, as his feet tingled and his cock twitched as those… eggs, beads, whatever, nudged his prostate, he could admit that might not be so terrible.

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Julian groaned as he entered his quarters after a gruelling double shift; a case of Vulcan hiccups had reached the station, and everyone was being driven crazy. Human hiccups were annoying, but Vulcan hiccups required a person to be isolated for three days, as the contractions were so severe, it was as though the patient were strapped to an ancient version of the jackhammer. The fits occurred every two to three hours and lasted for only a minute or two. However, during those two minutes, the patient was in danger of being harmed or unable to perform any tasks. There was no way to predict when the fits would occur.

Poor Miles had just gone to drink his coffee when he discovered he had it; Garak may hate the design of them, but if the uniforms weren’t built for durability, he would have wound up with second-degree burns very close to some very delicate equipment. They were doing their best to limit exposure, which was why they had turned one of the unused cargo bays into a makeshift infirmary to keep the infected away from ordinary patients.

Julian had hoped to just collapse into bed (Jabara had forced him to use the shower in the Infirmary; it was only supposed to be for decontaminations, but Jabara wanted to make sure Julian cleaned himself of all those germs before he potentially contaminated his quarters), but those hopes were quickly dashed. As he entered his bedroom, he was grabbed from behind, gagged, and his clothes shredded before he could blink. He was thrown on the bed, but before he could get his bearings, he was tied down, and his ass was smacked; nothing more than a sting, but it was certainly humiliating.

He tried to call for help, but the gag allowed no room for that; a girlfriend, after Pallis, had introduced him to some gags, and this one reminded him of a dildo gag, though it wasn’t as thick as the one his girlfriend had shown him. That one had allowed for the barest amount of air; this one rested on his tongue, preventing his calling for help, but he was getting plenty of oxygen. Something firm with a soft, almost velvet covering was shoved under his hips, and whoever his attacker was, they had come prepared, as there was a small hole in it right where his clit would come out if he was aroused, and the rest of the velvet lightly tickled his pussy lips; he wished he had forgotten to shave down there yesterday.

He did his best to still his movements since the velvet was surprisingly arousing, but it was getting hard to do when cold hands slid up his chest and started expertly playing with his nipples. He was doing his best not to become aroused as he didn’t want to think what the soft velvet would do to his little pearl, but couldn't help yelping as one nipple was clamped, followed by the other. He wished his assailant would say something, give him some hint as to what he (or she) wanted, though perhaps their wants were rather obvious as the velvet tickled and teased his pussy lips, causing him to squirm, which tugged on the nipple clamps, which made his squirming worse. He could normally control when his clit emerged from its hood, but between how tired he was and the duelling sensations of soft and sharp, he was losing the battle.

The battle was completely lost when his ass was again smacked, once on each cheek, and then a tongue dove in and started licking at his rim. His pearl fully emerged from its hood and was soon being caressed by the velvet, a sensation that had him shamefully humping the velvet-covered block, which just served to tease his pussy even more, leaving it soaking wet. He knew it would be humiliating to cum from his attackers’ administrations, but the attacker was meticulous; his nipples being stimulated, his clit and pussy teased by velvet, and his ass being rimmed by a skillful tongue were enough to drive him crazy with lust, and that was all. None of the sensations, even combined, was enough to let Julian cum.

Julian was ashamed to admit he whimpered as the tongue left his ass, and blushed like a tomato as his attacker shushed him as though he were a child. Julian tried turning his head to see his attacker, but that just made spikes of pleasure erupt from his nipples and clit; the attacker was very good at keeping in Julian’s blind spots. He groaned as his head dropped back on his pillow, but his nose soon picked up a spicy, yet alluring scent before his feet were being massaged with some kind of lotion. He moaned as kinks were worked out, and whimpered as the endorphins being released by the act seemed to help heighten his arousal, but he was still no closer to cumming.

As the skillful hands left his feet, leaving them feeling better than they had in days, Julian wished there was some way out of this mess without somehow begging his captor for release, in more ways than one. His head again jerked up as his feet seemed to come alive with sensation, as though they had been whipped and now the nerves were all awake and raw, ready for the next sensation. Soon, his mind provided the answer; there had been word of a Risa product that did a wonderful job of sensitizing the body for pleasure, but it was supposed to only be in its testing phase as it was still quite powerful; a single drop on a person’s nipple was supposed to leave wearing even the loosest of shirts impossible, and Julian’s feet had just been slathered with it.

He felt something being placed on his feet, held in place by some sort of elastic, and he feared what those were, as even a flick could be painful right now. He moaned as his attacker’s tongue returned to his ass, but that moan became a shriek as the things on his feet activated by vibrating; dear Allah, it was like his clit was being vibrated from three directions, and the velvet tickled his actual clit, but it still wasn’t enough for him to cum. As the tongue breached his rim and started flicking inside, Julian squirted, which did nothing to dampen the velvet, but he swore his pussy lips got puffier and more sensitive. Fuck, he was so on edge, he might even suck off Dukat if it meant an orgasm! He was bucking into the velvet, which dragged the chain on his nipples, his feet were being vibrated, and his ass was being eaten out by an expert, and it got worse when that tongue somehow got deep enough to flick his prostate.

*Shit! Crimson! Please! Crimson! Let me cum!*

*As you wish, Little Mate.* All it took was a single finger to glide into his gushing pussy, and Julian came with a scream and whited out. When he came to, Garak and Zull, the name they had given the Laz’ed, were changing the bedsheets, and Julian was cocooned in a comforter on the chair.

“Fuck, that was intense.” Julian managed to croak, which had Zull form a tentacle and quickly give Julian a glass of water.

“I thought you would have lasted longer before using your safeword to cum.” Garak remarked as he brought Kukalaka over and tucked him in with Julian.

“When we talked about this, I know we talked about you surprising me, but I didn’t think you’d pick a day during our little hiccup pandemic. And, you cheated by using that Risa oil; my feet are sensitive enough without it and vibrators. How’d you even get it?”

“I liberated it from Quark before Odo could arrest him for having an illegal, untested product.” Julian smiled as he imagined Garak moving without being seen to obtain such an item, and Quark being both relieved at not having to worry about Odo and frustrated at having lost such a valuable commodity.

“But it’s still being tested, so why use it on me?” Garak gave him a small dish of grapes as he assured,

“We watered it down before using it on you, though it still looked quite intense.”

“That’s putting it mildly; my feet are still tingling, I just hope it wears off by tom-hic!” Julian’s eyes widened as he had a sharp contraction, almost spilling his water. He quickly put it and the grapes down as he experienced contractions for a minute and almost fell out of the chair. Garak had a borderline evil smile as he remarked,

“Well, looks like we’ll have a couple of days together to have more fun with your little fantasies.”

“B-but-” Julian finally stopped, but he needed to catch his breath after the fit, which allowed Garak to remark,

“As the station’s CMO, you can sequester yourself away in your quarters and no one can say anything; we’ll just have to be careful when we gag you, as we shouldn’t restrict your breathing any more than necessary.” Julian managed to break free from his cocoon and tried to counter,

“What if you get-” Julian broke off as he stood up and moaned as his still sensitive feet touched the carpet, and his pussy released a fresh wave of slickness.

“Between my superior Cardassian physiology and Zull’s protection, I am more than immune, and more than protected enough to make your little fits not only bearable, but possibly even enjoyable. Now, we have at least two hours before you have another fit; shall we see what happens when that oil touches other areas?” Augment or not, Julian was in for an intense three days that may leave him unable to walk upright afterwards.

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Ben is currently enjoying discovering Julian’s sensitive spots, of which he has more than a few, and he was just at Julian’s nipples. After that little mission on Bajor’s moon, where Ben had noticed O’Brien and Dax weakening to Julian’s appeal, he could admit his own was weakening as well. But what drew Ben even more than personality or someone good with kids (and great looks didn’t hurt) was how much they needed him; he didn’t want someone always demanding his time, or always vying for his attention like some eager puppy (bad example since the doctor was very like a puppy, but he’s no poet).

However, Ben’s fascination delved deeper into Julian’s earnestness and vulnerability, qualities that stirred a deep longing within him to be another confidant and protector in Julian’s life. He often found himself marveling at Julian’s resilience in the face of challenges, his capacity for empathy that made him want to connect to others; so many officers had lost that zeal after a few months of learning what it really was like out here, but not Julian. That zeal and optimism had been tempered by realism, but never lost.

What Ben wanted was someone independent, but also someone who needed him in the sense that, if left to their own devices, they either forgot to eat or would only subsist on a diet of scones and jam and somehow managed to stay awake for well over three days. He was unaware of just what had happened to Mr. Garak that caused the young doctor to be called down to Quark’s, perform some kind of operation, take a runabout into Cardassian space for fifty-two hours, return, and try to show up for his shift the next day before Ben personally came down with the Major and Dax, and the two escorted him back to his quarters, with the Major palming a sedative.

He hadn’t seen the doctor for a day and a half after that, and as he rested, Ben realized how deeply his crush was becoming, as Julian was brilliant, loyal, hardworking… and quite frankly, a first-grade lunatic who needed a handler or he was going to suffer burnout before he turned thirty-five. And now, that feeling was solidified after Julian had proven himself to be quite the danger magnet when he was attacked by a Lethean and somehow survived, which should have been impossible. He hadn’t meant to overhear the doctor’s discussion with Garak, but he had, and could admit to being a tiny bit flattered when the doctor revealed his mind had used the faces of his closest friends to represent key elements of his personality.

Dax had represented his confidence and adventure, which made sense that she would take on that role; though Jadzia had the wisdom of eight lives to draw wisdom and maturity from, she was still the one most eager for new discoveries after Julian. O’Brien had been his sense of doubt; Julian had tried so hard to make friends with the other man, only to be constantly rebuffed, possibly leading him to doubt they could ever be friends, not to mention the chief’s open dislike of Garak, which would be another avenue of doubt for the doctor. Odo was his suspicion, and Ben understood, as Odo always suspected Quark was up to something, so it was understandable. Similarly, Major Kira's representation of his aggression was also understandable, though that was an emotion Julian seldom displayed to the outside world.

Ben himself had been chosen to represent Julian’s professionalism, and the real Ben had been flattered, but he wanted Julian to see he was more than just professional, and he knew his chance had been slipping through his fingers as Garak hadn’t been the least bit offended by being Altovar’s avatar in Julian’s mind. The man actually enjoyed the idea that Julian wasn’t the naive-borderline-guillable optimist he appeared to others, and, though he valued his friendship with the Cardassian, there was still some part of him that didn’t trust Garak. Ben had never given the idea of a polyamorous relationship much thought, but if it came to sharing Julian’s heart, he found himself oddly intrigued, even comforted, by the idea of Garak being part of that equation, not just because of his protective nature as an ex-Obsidian Order agent, but also for the balance and richness it might bring. This possibility stirred a new anticipation within Ben, as he wondered about the dynamics that such a relationship could create in their lives.

But that was in the (far or near) future; at the moment, Ben had convinced Julian to go on a few dates with him, and tonight was the first night in which they were having sex. As he had daydreamed on the shuttle, he had needed to resort to bondage as Julian was just so eager to speed things along. Unlike his daydream, however, mere ropes were out of the question; Julian enjoyed challenges and had apparently found an old holosuite program from Quark that taught him how to escape from rope knots; no matter what knot Ben tried, Julian instinctively got out of it. Determined to teach the spirited monkey the benefits of patience, Ben had replicated a pair of leather handcuffs that needed a key to open; there were no knots to undo, so the boy was stuck. He had just started kissing Julian’s toned stomach (which would be getting some healthy fat if he had anything to say about it) when Julian started,

“Comm-”

“Julian, while we’re in bed and especially not wearing our uniforms, I really don’t want you calling me Commander.” Ben chastised as he nipped a rib (too visible; he had a lot of work ahead of him).

“Sorry, Ben; still getting used to that. But, as I was saying, if you let me-”

“No.”

“But I can-”

“I’m willing to bet ‘stay quiet’ is not what you were about to say.” Ben teased as his hands carefully stroked Julian’s hips. When Julian had revealed he was trans, he had been a little embarrassed, but Ben didn’t care. In fact, Ben admired Julian even more for his openness and courage, feeling a deep respect for the journey Julian had undertaken. This understanding added a layer of connection to their relationship, making Ben even more determined to ensure Julian felt cherished and supported in every aspect of his identity.

“But I can please-”

“The best way you can please me is by lying there and looking pretty.” Julian blushed as he fought to come up with an appropriate response, though he jumped when Ben’s hand brushed his seventh rib on his right side.

“Ticklish?” Julian nodded and then remarked,

“Yes, Daddy.” Julian and Ben froze as Julian’s face became red hot and he tried to hide it in his arms as he mumbled,

“You can kill me, now.” Ben thought about it for a moment (not killing him; there were kinks that befuddled Ben a lot more than a Daddy kink), and as he looked at Julian, a surge of tenderness filled him. Julian's attempt to hide his blushing face was heart-melting. With each muffled breath, it was clear that Julian's embarrassment was as much a part of him as his charm.

"Hey," Ben murmured gently, reaching out to softly caress Julian's cheek, coaxing those hazel eyes to meet his own. "There's no need for that." He allowed a warm smile to spread across his face, hoping it would reassure Julian. "It's cute the way you said it, really. Makes me want to hold you closer." Julian's blush deepened, but a small, genuine smile crept back across his lips as he realized he was safe, cherished, and accepted.

“Julian, there’s nothing wrong with having a Daddy kink, and I don’t mind; it would be different if you got off on me actually hitting or abusing you, as I don’t get off on that.”

“I don’t mind a little pain-” Ben could hear him, but his voice was muffled, so Ben decided to show how he really didn’t mind if Julian had a Daddy kink.

“Don’t mumble, young man!” Julian’s mouth snapped shut as his face came out of hiding and those lovely hazel eyes widened as they took Ben in. Ben also thought about saying something about eye contact but he had noticed Julian had trouble with eye contact unless you were a friend; when they had sat down for drinks during the incident where Odo was suspected of murder, he had noticed how Julian’s eyes focused on either Ben’s nose or his eyebrows. If eye contact made Julian nervous, he wouldn’t force the issue.

“Sorry.”

“Sorry, what?” Ben saw Julian’s hands flex in the cuffs; he obviously wanted to bury his face in his hands, but was restricted from doing so.

“Sorry, Sir.” Seeing that Julian really was trying not to say the word, Ben leaned down and asked,

“Is that any way to address your Daddy, baby boy?” Julian whimpered, and Ben felt some slick hit his thigh as he answered,

“No… Daddy, sorry, Daddy.” Ben nodded as he moved his hands back up to play with Julian’s nipples as he commented,

“Good boy, -*boy did that get a whimper*- now, let’s continue.”

“Can the cuffs come off? I can show you how good I’ll be.” Oh, his boy was so eager to please, but he commented,

“Not until I’ve found all your tickle spots; Jennifer almost broke my nose when I discovered her hips were ticklish and she hadn’t known until then.” Ben was still as Julian absorbed that, and saw when the little light went on.

“Wait, what?” They did more making out than actual sex, but Julian was definitely winded by the time they went to bed. And Ben was definitely keeping the cuffs. And thinking about getting some ankle ones; he may be dating a doctor, but that was no reason to risk a black eye.

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“Julie, I’m home.” Ben announced as he arrived in his quarters; the war was wearing on all of them, but they were each doing their best to find ways to deal. Julian had it worse since the truth about his Augmentations had been revealed. After his parents left, Julian gathered his friends together and revealed that his parents had gone the whole nine yards in getting their perfect son… by destroying their daughter. Sadly, the procedure could not be undone; Juliet Bashir would be trapped in a man’s body for the rest of her life, but Ben and the others found ways to help, even if they were small.

Keiko and Quark managed to get some cosmetics that would go well with their skin tone seeing as how Julie (the truth had also allowed the revelation that, being a woman stuck in a man’s body, had caused them to become gender-fluid; one day Julian, and one day as Juliet, or Julie since Jules held too much pain now) was allergic to the replicated stuff. Jadzia loved dragging Julie along on her ‘girls nights’ with Nerys, Keiko, Molly, and any other woman who happened to be free.

The Prophets protect anyone who mocked Julian/Julie within hearing range of Worf, Nerys, or Miles, as those three had a scary ability to be anywhere someone tried to mock them (Nerys and Miles had become big siblings to Julian before this incident, and Worf saw it as Juliet had been dishonoured - it had been awkward when Worf asked Julian to be one of his best men at his wedding, but none of the others had trouble when Julian became Julie during the trials). Odo and Julian became good friends as the Changeling saw many similarities between two science experiments, and he made things difficult if Quark reported anything. Martok remarked that it made sense that Julian had been born a woman, as anyone who talked back to armed Jem’Hadar the way they had in the camp had the heart of not only a Klingon, but a Klingon woman. Jake didn’t care one way or the other; Julian/Julie was his friend who played video games with him and would listen to him complain about things without offering an opinion unless asked.

As for Garak (who was on a trip to pick up some discounted Tholian silk) and Ben, they allowed Julian to dress how he wanted, and Garak made each outfit with care. Including the one Julie was wearing now as they came in and gave Ben a glass of brandy.

“How are you feeling?”

“Tired, you?” Ben asked as he accepted his glass and took in the dress Julie was currently wearing; it was a pretty white and pink floral dress that buttoned up at the front, but was currently open to reveal a tantalising neck and cleavage, had a cute little belt around their trim waist, flared out at the hips and showed off their cute knees and sexy legs. The outfit was completed thanks to the choker of pearls around their neck (no earrings since they couldn’t wear them on shift, and it was tedious to constantly pierce their ears), and the cute flats on their feet. True, most housewives of mid-20th-century England and most of North America had worn high heels, but Julie kept falling down in them; after they had almost broken their wrist, Garak had looked into the matter and found Mary Jane flats. They were adorable, and Garak and Jadzia had spent an afternoon teaching Julie about colour coordination.

“Ensign Alona White-Hawk came down with appendicitis, but we fixed her up in a jiffy. Then, Lieutenant Dustin Bojangles came in with a fractured wrist; other than that, it was a quiet day.” Some might find it odd that Juliet felt most comfortable in clothes from an era where she would be seen as less, given her feelings of inadequacy, but Ben and Garak saw no trouble with it. Garak enjoyed recreating the styles, adding his flair where he could, and Ben still did the majority of the cooking while Julie kept their quarters clean (an easy task since Julie was the messiest in a relationship with a Starfleet Captain/father and a former Obsidian Agent). Julie still liked to try and help, though, even if the only dishes they could make were mostly Arabic and a few British dishes; however, they and Ben were also learning Cardassian dishes for Garak.

“That’s good. What do you want for dinner, baby girl?” Julie blushed, but Ben and Garak took every opportunity to call Julie something cute when they were together. Before they called Julian/Julie anything, they checked their lips; being a ‘man’, Julian never wore anything but a little chapstick if his lips were dry, but as a ‘woman’, Julie liked wearing coloured lip gloss when she could, either peach or sometimes strawberry. Ben liked the strawberry while Garak preferred the peach.

“I, uh, started dinner already; it should be ready soon, though I made some muhammara for an appetizer. Don’t worry, I didn’t touch the peppers you brought from Earth and are growing in the arboretum; I got some from the grocer on the promenade.” Ben brought Julie closer and nuzzled her neck as he murmured,

“Such a good girl, trying to have dinner ready for us, and thank you for not touching my peppers; I’m saving them for a special occasion.” Julie giggled even as she moaned; her neck was sensitive, which obviously pleased Garak.

“I, uh, tried to make stuffed eggplant, but it didn’t work out, so I made roasted carrots with tahini sauce and shawarma, sorry. But I did do some lamb too, so you can have that instead of the chicken!” Ben knew Julie was apologizing because those, along with falafel and shakshuka, were the only dishes Julie could make without burning them (she could also do a number of salads, but it would be very hard to mess up a salad with a recipe to follow), so they were her go-tos when something went wrong.

“Hey, no need to apologize, baby; I love your shawarma, and I’m sure even the eggplant isn’t that bad.” He tweaked one of Julie’s nipples through her dress, loving her little squeal as he did so.

“I did save it so you could tell me what I did wrong.” Julie squeaked when Ben reached down and palmed her ass before smacking it.

“I’ll let you know where you can improve, but you tried something new, and there’s never anything wrong in that, is there, doll?” Julie was almost panting as she replied,

“No, honey.” Julie was still working on her own nicknames, but Ben and Garak only encouraged her; like with the eggplant, they never told her she was wrong, only that there was room for improvement. A small alarm went off, signaling to Julie that the food was almost ready, so she managed to break away and wobbled over to the kitchen; it was really for the best that she hadn’t worn high heels.

The eggplant wasn’t bad by any means; oh, she had burnt it a little, could use a little more seasoning, and she had gone a little heavy on the cheese, but it didn’t make him sick and was still recognizable. The muhammara was very tasty, though he reminded her, when it was just the two of them, she could go a bit heavier on the spice level since Garak wasn’t as big a fan of it as a New Orleans boy. As they finished, Julie gave Ben another glass of brandy and fixed herself a martini.

“That was very good, doll, but now I would like dessert.” Julie, bless her, was her usual oblivious self as she remarked,

“I got some banana pudding or kleicha with walnut filling; which would you like?”

“Both sound good, baby girl, but I’m in the mood for something a little… warmer.” Ben dragged his foot up Julie’s calf, and she seemed to finally get the hint as she blushed and stammered,

“I, uh, better wash the dishes first or I’ll forget.” Julie gathered the dishes, but Ben wasn’t deterred, merely following her to the kitchen. As the sink filled with warm, soapy water, Ben grabbed the back of the dress and bunched it up, allowing him to see Julie’s rear clad in cute pink panties, which were doing a bad job of containing her ‘clit’. Even as Julian, it was always a ‘clit’ and he had a ‘pussy’, which always made him so hot.

“Garak will get mad if we wrinkle the dress.”

“Then he should have made it out of nylon, which doesn’t wrinkle.” Ben quipped as he massaged Julie’s ass through the silk, which had her stutter as she carefully put the dishes in the sink. Ben reached forward and deftly unbuttoned the front of her dress, which allowed her ‘breasts’ to be seen by anyone who came into their quarters unexpectedly, as well as the nipple rings Julie had clipped on tonight.

“No bra but rings? Naughty girl.” Ben teased as he grabbed her panties, but instead of lowering them, he raised them, causing her to gasp,

“I, I, uh-”

“And a pussy plug, to top it all off? Such a filthy, naughty girl.” The plug was, of course, completely natural as neither Ben nor Garak was small in that department, but that didn’t stop the pair from teasing their girl over being so ‘naughty’. He managed to slip out of his trousers, removed the plug, and entered Julie’s boy pussy with no resistance.

“Fuck, you’re so wet; does my girl like having her man’s cock in her little boy pussy?”

“So much.” Julie moaned.

“Honestly, Benjamin, don’t you tend to our lady while I’m away? Our little flower sounds like she hasn’t had rains in days.” Ben looked up and saw Garak standing in front of the door, which was no doubt double-locked now, as Garak did not tolerate people ogling Julian/Julie unless they were properly marked.

“When did you get back? And you are aware that our baby girl deserves better than a quick romp in a broom closet, right?” Ben asked, not even stuttering in his rhythm as he rocked into Julie.

“I finished docking and putting my new merchandise away about ten minutes ago and ate in my shop just in case this was happening, only to still walk in on it. And, I fully agree that she deserves better than a ‘romp’ around dangerous chemicals that would ruin the material of her dress, but she also deserves better than you bunching the material around her waist and wrinkling it.”

“N-nah-not c-complaining.” Julie stuttered as Ben’s cock managed to graze their prostate.

“My dear, you are a self-confessed slut, though Benjamin clearly needs to focus on his work if you’re talking.” Ben glared as his technique was criticised and remarked,

“Why don’t you get over here then, and see about helping our baby girl? She was talking about wanting dessert.”

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“Do you have enough cushioning?” Julian asked as he placed another pillow under Garak.

“Adequate, Doctor.”

“Garak, I realize that, for Cardassians, given or first names are strictly for married couples, but please don’t be offended if I ask you to call me Julian.”

“I shall attempt to do so, my Dear.” Julian was fairly certain he was just going to be called ‘dear’ a lot, but it was better than ‘Doctor’. This was his first time being with a Cardassian, and though he would be quite happy to let Garak take the reins, the man thought their first time together would be better with Julian topping.

“So, this is called your ajan, right?” Julian asked, lightly grazing his fingers near Garak’s slit, being careful of any sensitive spots.

“Correct, but there’s no need to rush things, my Dear; I realize humans often rush through these things, but Cardassians prefer a bit more build-up.”

“Oh, of course, whatever you like; where do you like to be touched?” Julian often tried to portray confidence in the bedroom, but he really hoped to have more than a one-time fling with Garak, so some pointers would be greatly appreciated. He was brought out of his musings when he felt a hand on his neck, causing him to shiver.

“Cardassian necks are quite sensitive, my Dear, and a very good spot to start is the third scale on the neck, which we call the kinat’hU; our scales mean that your human teeth can’t do any real damage, so you’ll really have to work your jaw muscles and finger strength, but I assure you, it will be worth it.” Julian quickly found this kinat’hU and started kissing and biting it.

“If you wish to do something with your hands, my Dear, our shoulders are sensitive as well; not as much as our necks, but it should help. I have also seen you eat, my Dear, so I know you have more jaw strength than this; use it.” Julian hastened to follow Garak’s order, biting harder as well as massaging Garak’s shoulders.

“Better, my Dear. Now, let’s continue; the Chufa or, as your friend Chief O’Brien might call it, the forehead spoon, and the Chula - chest spoon - are both nerve clusters. Nothing grand, but they will benefit from kissing, licking, or nibbling.” Julian left Garak’s neck, hoping to find some way to stimulate it as his human teeth just weren’t strong enough to give Garak what he wanted (not without people wondering how a Cardassian got a hickey when there were no Gorn or Klingons - the only ones other than another Cardassian with the strength to do it - on board). Garak sighed as his Chufa was licked, kissed, and nibbled while the fingers of his right hand stroked and tried to pinch his Chula.

“I believe the term is ‘ambidexterous’, Doctor?” Garak asked as the left hand continued to massage his shoulder.

“A useful skill when you’re a doctor; am I doing OK? You don’t sound terribly like you’re enjoying yourself.” Garak ran a hand through Julian’s hair before stroking his neck and replying,

“You’re doing fine, my Dear; Cardassians, being of a more reptilian evolution, simply do not become lost in sensations during mating; a holdover from our Hebetian ancestors, no doubt. We are descended from the ones who kept their wits when mating and kept an ear out for rival males, while those who did not failed to propagate.”

“I had an uncle who used to say something similar; that of the two ancient people who heard a strange noise in the night, we’re descended from the one who did not investigate.”

“A fair hypothesis, my Dear. However, your own thorn is demanding attention, so I believe we should move along. Now, if you move down to my ajan, spread its petals, you’ll find my own thorn; you wanted to see it evert, so you shall.” Garak then allowed himself to evert, and Julian was surprised by how much liquid came with it; no wonder Garak referred to it as rains.

“Now, unlike your own thorn, mine is more sensitive at the base, rather than the tip.” Julian thought about the implications of this and suggested,

“Are you sure you wouldn’t rather be the penetrator? Seems like you might enjoy that more than me penetrating you.”

“I assure you, my Dear, I have found pleasure with both practices, but let’s try this one first. Now, you must insert yourself below my own thorn, and then, if you wish to, rub your thumb across the base, what we call the irllun, or the Chuva, which is the ‘’spoon’ right above my ajan. Both are quite pleasurable and will produce wonderful results. It won’t be difficult to touch both, as you may notice that the two are very close. However, please exercise caution, as I am not understating how sensitive these areas are. Also, rather than the thrusting motion you are used to, we Cardassians use a rocking motion.” Julian cocked an eyebrow and asked,

“Anything else, your majesty?” Within a heartbeat, Julian found their positions reversed, with Julian in the mound of pillows and Garak looming over him. As Julian found his wrists pinned by Garak’s hands, he moaned as Garak sank down on his cock.

“Watch your attitude, my dear; if I wanted to, I could get myself off right now and leave you hard and aching. I even have a cock ring that literally locks around your thorn, and only I would be able to unlock it. I may enjoy being penetrated, but don’t fool yourself, my Dear Ch’ulian; who is in control here?” Julian whimpered as Garak rocked his hips side to side, controlling the pace, rhythm, even transferring both of Julian’s wrists to one hand so he could tease his irllun and Chuva. Julian felt like a human dildo as Garak sought his own pleasure, using Julian’s cock to do so.

“Y-you’re in charge.”

“As Chief O’Brien might say, damn straight. Now, shall we continue?”

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Julian kept carefully glancing at Ben as they rode the lift; it wasn’t often that Alphas survived the death of their Omegas, but Ben had, only to find he had a secondary Omega in Julian, a rare feat that even fewer experienced, but Ben had. He had only realized it after he thought Julian had been killed in that ‘accident’ with the T’Lani and Kellerun governments, only for Keiko to mistakenly believe her husband didn’t drink coffee in the afternoon, and realize the video was a cover-up for murder and the attempted murder of two Starfleet officers.

After that, the pair had started dating, and an… incident involving some pesky pollen had thrown them together before they were ready, but neither could really complain, except when Ben found out his Omega had been working for three days straight on research, subsisting on scones, tea, and insane thoughts on how Julian should behave simply because he was an Augment. Ben was a law-abiding Starfleet officer, but no way in hell was he sending his Omega to prison for something done to him; it would be like a woman being raped, and then thrown in prison because she wanted to abort the embryo that came of the attack.

Learning his parents had been unable to measure up as parents, Julian had been astounded by how protective Ben had become of him; when his Ruts or Julian’s Heats hit, it was a well-known fact; you did not come around Julian unless you were a friend, and even then, you were watched like a hawk. Still, protective mates were part and parcel of mateships, particularly when Alphas and Omegas were involved. Possessiveness, however, was another story, and different for each Alpha. At the station, there wasn’t much competition, as all residents knew their CO had taken up with their CMO; any newcomers who tried their luck were quickly rebuffed by either the pair in question or the residents themselves.

This, sadly, did not extend to political meetings they had to attend from time to time; it was a sad truth that Alphas still greatly outnumbered Omegas when it came to roles like captain or First Officer, so there were fewer available Omegas to hit on Ben than there were available Alphas to hit on Julian. Such had been the case of Ambassador Darvo Liak (figures, a Trill hits on him, and it’s after he’s taken).

The man had been very persistent, even after Julian had informed the Ambassador that he was Mated, and even Jadzia had rebuked the Ambassador for attempting to pursue a Mated Omega. Finally, it took all of Julian’s willpower to remain standing when the Ambassador had the gall to use his Alpha pheromones to make Julian submit; as a Mated Omega, Liak’s pheromones didn’t affect him, but Ben had come over and released his own pheromones. Most Alphas resisted the heady battle between the two, but some had crumbled under the weight. When Julian stood with Ben, reminding some of an Alpha female wolf protecting the throat of her mate in a dominance battle, Liak had crumbled as well.

The night was called to an end as many mated pairs had been affected by the mixed pheromones; even the O’Briens, who were both Betas, had been affected, and Ben had been silent as they made their way back to their quarters. They soon entered, and as they took off their dress uniforms, Julian began to wonder if maybe Ben was mad at him; did he think he had led the Ambassador astray? Encouraged his advances? He had been gearing up to explain as he reached for his pyjamas, only to be grabbed from behind a little roughly, and squeaked when his clit piercing was flicked, causing his pussy to immediately gush.

“My Omega,” Ben murmured as he nuzzled Julian’s neck and wrapped his other hand around Julian’s torso, a finger resting on one of his nipples, which were beginning to swell as Ben drowned him in his pheromones, causing them to tingle. Julian hastened to assure,

“Yours, Ben, only yours.” Ben nipped Julian’s mating gland, which made him whimper as he practically gushed slick.

“Present, Omega.” Julian almost fell on the bed when Ben let him go, and he scrambled to get to the head of the bed. He had barely gotten to his knees when he was suddenly set upon by a possessive Alpha. He almost screamed as Ben buried his face in his pussy, before using his hands for Julian’s pussy, and rimming him. Julian didn’t know how Ben did it, but he always made the transitions seem seamless, so that he could switch between Julian’s ass and pussy. Ben also had a good instinct for knowing when Julian was about to cum from one, pull back, and then switch to the other, keeping Julian on the edge.

“Please, Alpha, please let me cum.” Julian begged as Ben again switched.

“You want my scent on you? In you? So deep Alphas like Liak can’t ignore who you belong to? Is that what you want, Omega?”

“Fuck, yes, please!” Julian begged as Ben got on his own knees, and started playing with Julian’s clit with his fingers; a lesser Alpha would have made Julian cum as soon as they touched it, but Ben had enough experience to know precisely how to touch it so that Julian was driven crazy, but kept on the edge. Jennifer must have been a very satisfied Omega.

“Will you let me plug you, so that my scent lingers?” Ben then showed his deviousness as he slapped Julian’s clit, which caused him to fall flat on his face, further shoving his ass and pussy into the air. As Ben teased Julian by running his cock against Julian’s pussy lips, he screamed,

“Fuck, you can use me as a cockwarmer as you speak to the admiralty! Just please let me cum!” Ben chuckled as he flicked Julian’s clit piercing and asked,

“Imagine how much people would fear Augments if they knew how easily an Alpha’s cock could tame them? Or is that what you want? To become some Admiral’s little slut?”

“Your slut! Fuck, only yours, Ben! Please!” Julian shrieked as Ben rammed his ass, so slick he didn’t need any prep, and he breathed as he made his muscles back there relax enough to ease the pain, but still tight enough to give Ben some friction.

“Don’t think this ends when I fill your ass; I have two plugs and that ass, Liak, will only back off if you’re literally doused in my scent; your ass, pussy, belly, and skin need to reek of my scent for him to back off, or this caucus will just descend into another orgy as I chase him off.” Julian whimpered as he knew Ben could do it; the pollen had linked them, so Ben had Julian’s endurance and stamina. Alphas were already one step away from Augments, if people were honest with themselves (which they seldom were), so if anyone found anything, they would likely blame the pollen that linked them in such a way.

“There are times I wish you had never been hit with that pollen,” Ben smirked as he deliberately jabbed Julian’s prostate, causing Julian to end his complaint in a whine.

“Is this one of them?” Ben asked as he came in Julian’s ass, not even flagging as he pulled out, shoved it in Julian’s pussy, and put the special plug in his ass to keep Ben’s cum secure. As Julian drooled and his nipples started leaking, he moaned,

“I’ll let you know after the third orgasm.”

“Greedy slut.”

“Considering how you acted during the pollen incident, that would be the pot calling the kettle black.”

“I apparently am not fucking you hard enough if you can make such a claim, so let me rectify that.” Julian quickly grabbed the headboard as Ben reminded him that his wide stature was not just for posturing.

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“This is not how I wanted our first time together to be, Julian.” Ben growled as he nuzzled his potential new mate’s scenting gland. They were currently at an inn on Bajor, having come down to help after a mild earthquake had caused some not-so-mild damage.

“W-well, who w-would have guessed that a v-vase you found at a flea market w-would turn out to be Bajoran f-fertility ar-ah-ah-artifact? O-or the fact it’s only activated wh-when you put flowers in it? Turning them into fertility fl-oh!-flowers th-that bloom in fu-full strength around compatible m-ah!-mates?” Julian asked as Ben expertly played with his nipples as he ground his pussy against Ben’s thigh. The vase in question had been a gift after they had helped a merchant fix his stall and helped his daughter after she had taken some shrapnel that cut her up pretty badly.

“Seems part and parcel for the residents of our station.” Ben remarked as he nipped the area of the neck above his mating gland.

“At least we’re not on the station where everyone would probably be going at it like rabbits while some disaster struck?” Julian teased, only to moan as Ben nipped a spot right below his left ear. Ben froze as he heard his inner Alpha command, Breed little Omega; his enhanced physiology will make strong pups.

“Julian… are you… An Augment?” Julian froze and lost all colour in his face. He immediately tried to get away, but Ben’s Alpha side was now growling in displeasure. Idiot! You have frightened the Omega! Good Alphas don’t frighten their Omegas!

“Ssh, ssh, Julian, talk to me, please.” If Julian hadn't reacted, Ben would have found it hard to believe he was an Augment, as, no matter how he squirmed, he could not break free of an Alpha using his strength. When his struggles led to Julian almost dislocating his shoulder, Ben’s inner Alpha ordered,

“Omega! Submit!” Julian’s eyes glowed gold for a moment before settling down as Ben lay him on the bed. Before Ben could apologize for using Alpha Voice - a technique their brutish ancestors had used to control Omegas - the artifact, apparently unsatisfied with the mating stall, glowed a yellowish-green colour, and the flowers inside seemed to grow before releasing another bout of red pollen, like what had started this mess. Soon, thoughts of legality, Augments, and one could argue, consent, were distant and alien notions.

Julian shook his head, trying to dispel the pollen… he had to think… to explain… to run. He childishly tried to hold his breath, as though that would help him clear his mind, but the fertility item seemed to sense this as more pollen hit the pair, this time pink, and it seemed attracted to their reproductive organs as it settled on Ben’s cock, as well as Julian’s nipples and pussy, which started feeling even warmer, and he felt his ass producing a good amount of slick as well.

He yelped as Ben twisted a nipple, and this caused him to breathe more of the pollen in. Julian noticed a ring of green had formed around Ben’s pupils, and wondered if the same could be seen in his own eyes. Thoughts of eyes dove from Julian’s mind as Ben ducked down and started enjoying Julian’s pussy; Julian scrambled for purchase on the bed as Ben played with it like an expert. His tongue somehow seemed longer than others Julian had enjoyed before, and he knew exactly how to move his nose so that it was constantly grazing Julian’s clit; he was frankly surprised Jake was an only child.

As Ben inserted one, then two fingers into Julian’s pussy, he felt as though it was on fire, and as Ben crooked his fingers and expertly played with Julian’s G-spot, it felt like gasoline added to the flame. Julian bucked, trying to get the fingers to go deeper, and whined when Ben flicked his clit.

“Pretty little Omega; going to let me put a ring on this little clit?” Ben growled as he added another finger, increasing Julian’s pleasure but bringing him no closer to orgasm.

“Oh fuck, yes, Alpha!” An Alpha putting a clit piercing on their Omega was seen as a rather barbaric practice by some more ‘progressive’ thinkers, but at the moment, Julian didn’t care if Ben tattooed his name on his ass so long as he let him cum.

“How much of my cum do you think your ass, pussy, and tummy can take before every Alpha in the quadrant knows you’re mine?” Ben asked as he again crooked his fingers, and Julian almost choked on his drool as he almost screamed,

“As much as you can give me Alpha, I swear!” Julian was fairly certain a Klingon could fit both his penises into one of his holes at the moment with the amount of slick he was producing. He whimpered as the burning sensation was spreading to his ass and nipples, and he reached down to try and soothe his nipples at least, only for them to be swatted away by Ben’s free hand.

“Naughty Omega, you’ll take what I give you, or I’ll tie you down properly.” The vase seemed to agree, as the flowers inside it grew again, more noticeably this time, so that they now reached the bed. Four of them acted like ropes, tying Julian to the bed, which allowed them to douse the pair in more pollen. The Alpha and Omega could hardly care as Ben dove in and kissed Julian on the mouth, swallowing Julian’s scream as some of the pollen hit his clit, and it now felt like the gentle breeze wafting through the open window was several feathers, teasing it. Allah, he was going crazy with lust as his clit was aching, his nipples were burning, and his pussy demanded more than just three fingers.

“What would you do, Omega, if I left you here, like this? Tied up, unable to soothe the ache in your little boy pussy? Would you let just any random Alpha who just happened to wander in take you? Are you that much of a slut?”

“Fuck, I’m a slut, Alpha, but I’m your slut, Alpha! Please! I’ll do whatever you want, just please let me cum!” Ben smirked as he stopped all stimulation, loving Julian’s whine as he commented,

“That’s the problem with some younger ones; they care more about the orgasm than the pleasure.” Even as he said this, he speared Julian on his cock, causing him to scream as Ben filled him up perfectly. He badly wanted to scratch and mark Ben, but the damned flowers kept him pinned to the bed. Ben wasted no more time and just rammed him, somehow always grazing his G-spot as he did so, driving Julian so mad with lust he could barely speak. Ben leaned down to again kiss Julian and, as he harshly pinched the younger man’s nipples, Julian screamed as he came… or, at least, tried to. Julian was hit by blue pollen this time and, though he had started to cum, the only thing that happened was that the fire in Julian’s belly went from red-hot to orange-hot. Then, a voice spoke in their minds.

The land must receive much seed to grow strong and fertile, and the land must be carefully prepared to receive such seed. If the land blooms too early, the bounty will spoil; until the land is properly saturated with seed, the land will not bloom.

It was ancient Bajoran, but somehow translated for the two humans, and Julian whimpered as he figured he was the land, and he had a good idea what it meant by ‘blooming’. Ben, the bastard, grinned as he remarked,

“Well, looks like you might learn a thing or two about appreciating pleasure, after all!” In the end, Julian was so full of cum, he was barely sensate, but the artifact proved more than just a sex aid as, when the sun came up the next day, the people who had been worried about their food supply until the government and Starfleet could send more help, awoke to fields lush, green, and enough food to feed them and their neighbours for over a year. No one could explain it.

No one, that is, except for a very satisfied Omega, and his very protective Alpha, who were now linked in that Julian could summon Ben’s strength and Ben could summon Julian’s endurance, making him a sort of pseudo-Augment. The ritual had also given them a mental link, allowing Julian to feel Ben’s grief over the loss of Jennifer and his fear that one wrong decision could cost his crew, his family, their lives. Ben also felt Julian’s shame over being an Augment, his almost crippling fear of discovery, his overwhelming loneliness, his feelings of inadequacy when it came to social interactions, and his thirst to prove he could be good, leaving him with the ‘fact’ that he was not enough for his parents and too much for his friends.

Needless to say, when they returned to the station, everyone was surprised by just how strongly the pair smelled of each other, but the Bajorans discouraged any teasing towards Julian since it was one of their artifacts that brought the pair together and turned a disaster area into a lush field that could feed an army of Andorians. The fact that Julian was now the mate of their Emissary had Julian being protected from potential ass-kissers by Girani, Jabara, Leeta, Kira, and Jadzia, who loved telling stories of how protective of Jennifer Ben could get at times, even before she got pregnant. She would tell these stories whenever Julian grumbled, as Ben would send her to make sure his mate took his breaks and ate something, which was quite often needed.

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Julian was seldom thankful for his Augmentations, but right now, he was grateful for them. These enhancements allowed him to modulate his body's responses, maintaining composure despite being overwhelmed. Ben had gone full possessive Alpha on him. Not only was he full of Ben’s cum, but the man had used vibrating plugs on Julian, each movement amplified by the heightened sensations of the fact Ben had scent-marked him; this involved rubbing his scenting gland directly against Julian’s. Scent-marking is an ancient tradition in which Alphas and Omegas exchange scents, often as a display of intimacy or a territorial claim.

However, this practice fell out of style over the years since the Omega’s scent would mix with the Alpha’s, raising concerns about personal scent identity. Despite the shift in societal norms, many still view scent-marking as a deeply romantic gesture, symbolizing a bond where the pair literally smells like each other. In some cultures, scent-marking is still considered a sacred ritual with elaborate ceremonies, while in others, it’s a daily part of life akin to hand-holding. Different species have unique interpretations: some might use specific aromatic oils or natural substances alongside their own scent to enrich the experience, creating a new tradition altogether. Julian tried to focus on these cultural differences as the plugs teased and tormented him.

“Dr. Bashir, would you care for some water?” Dr. V’Lostraa of Vulcan asked as she offered him a glass.

“Ah, thank you, Doctor.”

“You are quite welcome, Doctor; may I also offer you a painkiller if you are feeling unwell? After Ambassador Liak's shameful display yesterday, when he openly questioned your bond and tried to undermine the integrity of your relationship with Captain Sisko in front of everyone, many would not fault your captain and mate for reminding others of your bond.” Julian blushed but assured the Vulcan,

“No need, Dr. V’Lostraa; though, ahem, thorough, Captain Sisko would never hurt me, and I apologize if the scent is offensive.”

“You are not the first mated pair I have met, particularly so soon after a reaffirmation of your bond; I once met a Klingon who had recently gone through Rut, and, I assure you, the smell would have sent a Le-Matya running. The fault lies purely with Ambassador Liak, not you or your mate.” Julian and V’Lostraa managed to surreptitiously glance at the Ambassador in question, and saw him standing in a corner, a red mark on his cheek, and a very angry aide not looking at him. Julian had to fight not to yelp as the vibrations became erratic.

“I take it your mate has outfitted you with a remote control device to tease your pleasure, causing your hormones to spike, reminding all unbonded Alphas you are taken?” Dr. V’Lostraa surmised, and Julian nodded as he bit his lip.

“He’s my CO, my mate, and I love him, but he can be such a possessive bastard!” Julian whimpered as the vibrations got worse.

“I take it he somehow heard you? Should we retire to the fresher so that you can relieve yourself?” Julian shook his head as he grunted,

“He prefers that I don’t do that. I’m sorry, this must be making you terribly uncomfortable.”

“I may be a Beta, Doctor, and most believe that Vulcans only enter Heat or Ruts every seven years with Pon Farr, but that is actually incorrect, as they do experience their Heat and Ruts like other humanoid races that experience such cycles, but Pon Farr is the more extreme peak of the cycles. In fact, an associate of mine is setting up a study to examine the difference between a Traditional Vulcan mateship’s Pon Farr and a more modernist, or V’tosh Ka’tur, as some call them, mateship's Pon Farr, to see if the V’tosh Ka’tur’s Pon Farr might be less… intense than the traditionalists. This research could potentially redefine our understanding of Vulcan bonding rituals and is supported by several influential researchers. It might lead us to discover ways to better support Vulcan relationships, including mixed-species matings. Who knows, it may even have implications for our diplomatic dealings in the future.

Julian struggled to maintain focus, his mind racing with the implications of V'Lostraa's words. The idea of exploring Vulcan mating rituals was fascinating to him, sparking a curiosity that momentarily distracted him from the persistent vibrations. With every word, he found himself delving deeper into the nuances of Vulcan culture, appreciating the knowledge that could bridge gaps between species. Yet, despite this intellectual engagement, his body's reactions were undeniable, pulling at his attention and challenging his self-control. Fighting for composure, he asked,

“Fascinating, will you tell me more about it?” Julian hoped for a distraction from his predicament, only for said Alpha bastard to appear.

“Forgive the intrusion, but may I borrow my mate for a few minutes, Doctor?” V’Lostraa nodded, and Ben led Julian to a secluded corner, away from everyone.

“Please remove the pl-” Julian was cut off at his request (begging) as Ben slammed their lips together.

“Hmph!”

“Fuck, I did not think this through; I wanted those like Liak to properly see that you were taken, but I should be the only one who sees you like this. No one else should get to see how much your skin glows when you experience real pleasure, or the way you bite your lip when you try to keep it bottled up, or the way you rock back and forth on your heels as you try to focus on something else.” This was oddly a little reminiscent of their first time together, as Julian was grinding on Ben’s thigh as he listed all the little ways Julian expressed his pleasure. This, of course, was a terrible idea given the fact that his grinding shifted the plugs within him, aiding in teasing his pleasure spots, but higher brain functionings weren’t always present between mates.

“Are you going to remove the plugs?” Julian asked as he held onto Ben’s massive shoulders as Ben attacked his neck in a well-practiced manner.

“No, they do too good a job of reminding others you’re not available, but I’ll turn them off. When we get back to our room, I'll make you your favorite meal for being such a good Omega, and then we can cuddle as we watch a holofilm. I promise to indulge you with all the soft, sweet moments you deserve before loving you deeply, deal?” Ben's voice was gentle yet firm, highlighting the warmth and tenderness of his intentions. Julian sighed with relief, feeling the tension in his body begin to ease. He imagined the comfort of Ben's arms around him, the soothing rhythm of a movie playing in the background, and the familiar taste of his favorite dish. Anticipation shimmered in his thoughts, a balm against the earlier tension. The prospect of a quiet evening together filled him with a profound sense of safety and contentment, reminding him of why he loved Ben so deeply.

“Of all the Alphas in the universe, I had to be most compatible with a kinky romantic who gives amazing head; deal.” Ben laughed as he kissed his mate deeply one more time before they went back to the conference, and all unmated Alphas kept clear away from the mated pair.

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“Welcome back, my d-” Garak was cut off as his nose caught a most unwelcome scent; blood.

“Hey, Garak, how wa-” Julian was cut off as Garak suddenly grabbed him and seemed to be looking him over.

“Where are you hurt, who did it, and where are they now?” Garak asked, his voice tinged with urgency as he scanned Julian for any signs of injury. The scent of blood was unmistakable, a trigger for his protective instincts that demanded intervention. His mind was in turmoil, a tempest of fear and the unfamiliar pangs of vulnerability. How could he face the possibility of losing Julian, this brilliant human who had become such an integral part of his life? Desperation clawed at him as he leaned in closer, trying to locate the source. He felt a surge of determination. If anyone had harmed Julian, they would soon encounter his fierce Cardassian claws. But then his heightened senses directed him lower, and Garak's mind raced with possibilities, each more dire than the last.

“Garak! Easy! Why do you think I’m hur- oh! No! Garak, it’s alright! I’m not hurt! I’m menstruating.” Julian was so thankful the doors had closed behind him, as the whole station did not need to hear this.

“What is that? Some disease? You smell of blood, sweat, and pain. Why are you only returning to our quarters now?” Julian let out a sharp whistle and informed his boyfriend.

“Garak, it’s not a disease, though I had an aunt who once referred to it as a curse; it’s a condition that humans and some other species like Trills experience when they’re fertile.” Julian then went on to explain the cycle to Garak, who looked as though he was very glad his species was reptilian and did not experience menstruation. He felt a sense of relief knowing that Cardassians were spared from such cycles, almost feeling guilty for his relief when taking in Julian's discomfort.

Meanwhile, Julian noticed this and mentioned more cultural outlooks: Vulcans have a more controlled biological response to their reproductive cycle, which Garak found admirably logical—a stark contrast to Klingons, who consider it a mark of strength and resilience, much to Garak’s bemused respect. Bajorans, with their special herbal treatments to manage discomfort, reflected a deep connection to nature that Garak could appreciate intellectually, but felt alien to him practically. Each species brought its unique experiences to life aboard the station, highlighting the varied cultural attitudes towards this natural process. Garak found himself gaining a deeper appreciation for the complexities of other species, further fueling his curiosity about the diverse inhabitants of the station. Still,

“That is all most fascinating, my dear, but why is this the first time I’ve smelt anything like this on you?” Garak asked as Julian sipped some ginger and chamomile tea.

“Because Deep Space Nine is not terribly high on Starfleet’s priority supply routes, you can’t replicate birth control as it breaks down in the body twice as quickly as normal, and I’m allergic to the Bajoran birth control, so I, four other women, and one other intersex individual had to go without this month. Sadly, when a period is skipped, for one reason or another, when the next one comes, it’s quite painful.” Garak absorbed all this, took a moment, and asked,

“What can I do to ease this?”

“Garak, you don’t have to-”

“Ch’ulian.” The pair stared at each other before Julian whimpered as his back spasmed.

“OK, it’s not like you have to go on some kind of quest to help; I’ve already taken some ibuprofen, so I’m going to take a hot shower to help relax my muscles and improve blood flow, I’ll give you a list of some foods I should eat to help, if you could please replicate me some dinner, and then I’ll lay down in bed with a heating pad for my back and an ice pack for my stomach cramps.” Garak shuddered at the idea of an ice pack as Julian handed him a padd with some food suggestions before heading to their fresher.

What Julian seemed to forget at times, however, was that Garak had been trained to serve, and Julian was the first to truly appreciate Garak’s desire to serve; he never took advantage, insisting on ‘equality’ in their relationship. As though his devotion to Julian’s well-being was not evened out by Julian’s submission and his gift of completely trusting Garak with his safety and pleasure. Still, his Chosen was in pain, but he had asked for the most hands-off help he could have asked for, and Garak was never one to do things by halves. Looking up proper ways to help Julian, he came across much better results than Julian had asked for.

First thing he did was replicate some dark chocolate; it was no Delavian chocolate, but any port in a storm, and the Betazed chocolatier was out of dark chocolate, so they would have to make do. Then, he replicated a cloth to lay across the bed so he could give Julian a proper massage to help with his back; much better than a heating pad, though he did lay out their electric blanket. To avoid the dreadful ice pack, he looked up foods high in magnesium and omega-3, and came up with a good meal of salmon, a falafel and tahini salad, and a Brussel sprouts and spinach slaw as a treat. He then replicated a raspberry smoothie, adding more supplements to help, as well as some walnuts to pair with the dark chocolate for dessert. When Julian came out in his bathrobe, he was a little gobsmacked to see Garak had provided such a meal that would help with his cramps, even working some Brussel sprouts and falafel in.

“You, uh, didn’t have to do all this.”

“It’s just dinner, Doctor, but I’ll see if I can help your back with a little massage.” There was something else he had read that would help, but he frankly doubted Julian would agree at the moment, so he kept quiet. They ate their dinner, and Julian enjoyed his dessert as the dark chocolate did a good job of soothing his stomach. After dinner, Julian went to bed at Garak’s discretion and reluctantly removed his shorts.

“Garak, I hope I don’t bleed through that sheet you set down.”

“Fear not, Doctor; I placed an extra-thick cloth where your pelvis will rest, absorbing any fluids that may leak out.” Garak then poured some lavender oil onto his hands and started massaging Julian’s back.

“Damn, that feels great, Garak.” Julian moaned as Garak focused on his shoulders for a moment.

“I keep telling you, my dear, you let far too much tension settle in your shoulders; one could put a nail in them and hang a picture frame.” Julian didn’t respond beyond a humanoid purr as his sore back was properly manipulated, and his dinner eased the cramps in his stomach. Julian, relaxed as he was, couldn’t help asking,

“Garak, why do you put up with me?” Garak paused for only a moment before asking,

“What do you mean, my dear?”

“This whole relationship seems terribly one-sided; you’re a better cook than I am-”

“Just because I can make more than falafel, shawarma, or shakshuka doesn’t mean you’re a terrible cook; I assure you, your falafel tastes much better than what the replicators produced tonight, but I know it’s a comfort dish for you and that seemed appropriate for how you’re feeling.”

“You keep our quarters clean on top of managing your store-”

“It’s not as though you are a total slob, my dear; being a doctor and an officer means you have some sense of order, just one that makes sense only to you.” Garak teased as he lightened his touch to a ticklish one as he skimmed Julian’s ribs, which brought a smile to his rather morose mate.

“You only let me pay the cost for my holosuite costumes and clothes, not even letting me pay you for your time.”

“You are a walking advertisement for my shop, my dear; that outfit I made you for the Gratitude Festival brought me plenty of business, and what’s the point of dating a tailor if he makes you pay full price for his wares?”

“Garak, I’m serious, what do you get out of this relationship when your partner is so annoying?” Garak wondered for a moment about the source of Julian’s bout of uncertainty when he remembered reading that certain hormones could cause an imbalance in those experiencing their menstrual cycle, leading them to focus on negative emotions or experiences. Knowing Julian’s insecurities when it came to his relationships, Garak focused on the lower back as he responded,

“You mean besides a mate who enjoys a good argument, is interested in literature, who doesn’t despise me for being a Cardassian, has even a fraction of an idea of what I’ve done and has still forgiven me, very good sex, gives me space while also trying to include me with his friends, shared quarters with an officer that can raise and handle the higher temperatures that keep me from freezing? Well, as the chief might say, that is a real stumper.” Garak leaned down and started kissing and nipping the spot below Julian’s left ear that acted as a switch for Julian’s arousal. Julian groaned,

“Smart mouth dragon. You’re starting something you won’t be able to finish; I’m frankly shocked the smell of the blood hasn’t sent you running.” Garak nipped at Julian's ear with an impish grin.

"Oh, my dear, did you think I wouldn't read that orgasms can help ease a menstrual cycle?" Garak teased with a playful glint in his eye. "Besides, I've faced far more daunting challenges than a little biology. Imagine letting a mere scent scare me away, especially when it’s your scent, made stronger by your body saying it wants to be bred!" So, Garak lifted Julian’s hips and started playing with his clit.

“Oh! Oh, Garak, you shouldn’t-! Ooh, that feels so- no! Garak, that’s filthy!”

“My dear, it’s only a little blood.” Garak cooed at his mate as he everted.

“It, it’s not just blood! There’s mucus and, and other… stuff.” Julian lamely finished as Garak’s prUt teased his pussy and, between his full tummy and the wonderful massage Garak had just given him, Julian’s higher brain functions were shutting themselves off.

“Are you going to behave, or should I get the clit vibrator?”

“Fuck, yes please! I mean-!” Garak moved faster than a Măgath as he pulled the clit ring out of the drawer and snapped it on. As it came to life and Julian felt slick enough for a Kingon to enter him, Garak teased,

“No take-back’s, my dear.”

“Fuck, Garak, you know what that thing does to me!” Julian whimpered as he humped the extra cloth under his pussy, meaning he was also grinding on Garak’s prUt.

“Yes, and orgasms help release endorphins that will help you feel better. I was trained to serve, my dear, and if part of serving means leaving you drunk on endorphins and giving you my rains to quench your flames, this is one time I won’t argue with you.”

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“Do we really have to do this?!” Julian tried contacting their abductors by shouting into the void, to no avail, as, after their initial instructions, they had been left alone.

“Doctor, I don’t think they are going to release us until we have mated, so let’s just get it over with.” Damar remarked as he finished removing his uniform, leaving him in a black shirt that did a good job of showcasing his broad chest and the strength he probably possessed.

“I’m sorry you have to do this.” Damar cocked an eyeridge as he responded,

“That I have to do this?” Julian shrugged as he remarked,

“On occasion, I’ve seen you and your fellow officers at Quark’s when Dukat manages to arrange some shore leave; the others enjoy the Dabo girls, but you look highly uncomfortable, so you’re either completely devoted to your wife, or you are a firm believer in your species’ beauty and all others fall short. Not that there’s anything wrong with either of them, as it’s admirable to be that devoted to your wife, and some just don’t find other species attractive. My father found all but humans to be a little… well-”

“Doctor.” Damar called, to which Julian apologized,

“Sorry, when I’m nervous, I babble worse than normal, and-”

“Stop.” Julian immediately quieted and just looked at Damar, who gained an interested gleam in his eyes before he ordered,

“Come here.” Julian hesitated for only a moment before coming over to the bed that had been provided for them; their faceless captors wanted to see how compatible their species were for mating, and Damar honestly wished they had just taken Bashir and Garak so they could get it out of their systems, but, apparently, attraction was not a factor. At least Bashir was better looking than some humanoid species with his trim waist, long neck, and strong, delicate hands. Dukat had once commented that Bashir’s golden skin was very exotic and highly appealing, which Damar could mildly agree with. Right now, though, he looked like a lost hekant, afraid of unknown predators, and was looking to a regnar for guidance and possibly protection.

“Take off your uniform.” The boy hastened to obey and, when he let the ridiculous jumpsuit drop, Damar ordered,

“You are a Starfleet officer and will not just throw your uniform around; fold it properly.” He blushed as he bent to pick up his uniform and properly folded it before placing it next to where Damar had placed his chestplate. He leaned against the table to pull off his socks, only to somehow misjudge his balance and begin to fall over. Knowing how easily humans could bruise, Damar’s tail slid out of his trousers and wrapped around Bashir’s waist, steadying him.

“I, uh, didn’t know Cardassians had tails.” Damar shrugged as he explained,

“We’re all born with them, but they can sometimes be a hindrance as much as an aid, so we have them removed when they grow back, though some keep them when they are about to explore unknown regions, as the tail can be a source of food in an emergency.” Damar smirked as the doctor suddenly looked like a file someone had been downloading to their PADD when suddenly the connection was lost, and the boy didn’t know what to do with himself. He opened his mouth, but all he could say was,

“Hmm, well, uh, that’s um, hmm, well… handy?” Damar removed his shirt and handed it to Bashir and ordered,

“Fold it.” Bashir seemed to appreciate having something to do with his hands and complied.

“Good.” Damar noticed a little shiver go down the doctor’s back, and put that away for later. For now, he removed his trousers, and the doctor blinked as he asked,

“You don’t wear, um, un-undergarments?” Damar shrugged as he responded,

“Most Cardassians don’t see a need to since our outer scales protect our prUts from infection. Now, fold them, remove your pants, lie on the bed, and tell me what you like; we may be doing this under duress, but I’d prefer this not be a complete chore, even if Dukat is more of a xenophile than most Cardassians.”

“Ok.” Damar couldn’t resist asking,

“Ok, what?” He didn’t even blink before responding,

“Ok, sir.”

“Good boy.” Again, that shiver as he shimmied out of his drawers, folded them, Damar’s trousers, and sat down on the bed, which allowed Damar to see the human did not have a cock.

“I thought you were a male.” The doctor blushed as he snapped,

“I am a male! I just don’t happen to like prosthetics! If that’s going to be a prob-hmph!” Damar placed his hand on the doctor’s mouth and apologized,

“Sorry, Doctor, I didn’t mean to insult you; I just wasn’t expecting that, and I can make it up to you, but I do have to ask if you’re fertile, and, if you are, are you on birth control?” Damar removed his hand so the doctor could answer.

“I am, but our usual supply was interrupted this month, so I’ve had to use an alternative that may not be as strong as my regular.”

“Then, perhaps, we should do anal instead of traditional?” Julian thought about it and asked,

“How, um… how big are you? I like big partners, but my ass would need a lot of lube depending on how big you are.”

“Humans don’t self-lubricate?”

“When you have both, like I do, only the front entrance gets wet, though I do like it when I get fucked in the ass.” Julian yelped as his ear was pinched. Damar scolded,

“You have such a filthy mouth on you.” Damar then leaned back, resting on his knees and everted. He could admit to a little pride boost as the doctor gulped as he took Damar in; he was larger than the average Cardassian (even Dukat).

“Uh… it might please you to know that only a Vulcan and a Gorn have matched you for size, but you’re going to need to use my pussy as we don’t have enough lube to get that in my ass. Though if you ever want to let off some steam on the station…”

“Do you ever shut up?” Damar asked, to which Julian shrugged as he responded,

“Sometimes.”

“And how did you even mate with a Gorn?”

“Being very careful with his fangs and claws, though his wife was a very lovely woman with a very skilled tongue-ah!” Julian gasped as Damar, hoping to quiet the apparent xenophiliac nymphomaniac doctor of DS9, suddenly dove down and started eating his pussy out.

“I’ll show you a skillful tongue.” Julian whimpered as Damar did indeed have a skillful tongue, as well as skillful lips and fingers. Julian had become wet when he saw Damar’s massive cock, but Damar was turning a little drizzle into a full-on downpour, made worse when his nose bumped Julian’s clit.

“It must have been a long time since anyone’s paid any attention to you, Doctor-”

“Jah-Juh-Julian, please.” Julian begged as Damar inserted a finger into his pussy. Damar heard it through the translator and replied,

“Ch’ulian, then. So, no one interesting or has Garak been neglecting you?”

“Wh-what does Ga-Garak have an-ie!” Julian was cut off as Damar wrapped his lips around Julian’s clit and hummed while he crooked his fingers and brushed Julian’s G-spot. He and the boy needed to mate in order to be released, and he would rather the doc-Julian keep his mind on Damar while it was Damar playing him like a Zinthi fiddle. Apparently , the oblivious boy didn’t realize what a display he was putting on with the exiled tailor, and Damar wasn’t going to risk his mind wandering. He swirled his tongue in a way that more than one female had enjoyed before he married Niala, and apparently Julian appreciated it as well, as he jerked off the bed even as he clutched the sheets in one hand, and the other grazed Damar’s shoulder. He moaned, which resulted in Julian moaning as well, as the vibrations reverberated through his pussy.

“Please, please fuck me.”

“You need to cum first; if this is the best you can do when aroused, you need to be wetter. I am not having your captain, Trill, or Major Kira coming after me because I tore something.” Damar explained as he inserted another finger and started scissoring them to stretch the doctor out; fuck the trio he mentioned, he was not having Garak coming after him because he tore something in the doctor. He inserted a third finger and felt a small trill of appreciation go through him as the boy squirmed on his fingers, trying to chase his pleasure.

“You just need a little more stretching-” Damar was cut off when the doctor managed to flip their positions so he was now on top, and promptly speared himself on Damar’s prUt. Julian gasped as he did this, giving Damar the opportunity to flip them back over as he carefully manoeuvred the boy onto his back; there was no point in pulling out but he pinned the doctor so he didn’t get any crazy ideas about doing that again (most wouldn’t even dream of such a thing given the doctor’s expression, but he didn’t have much faith in the common sense of a man who had been with a pair of mated Gorns).

“You crazy little idiot; how are you feeling?”

“Like I did the one thing my aunt always told me not to do.” Julian whimpered, and Damar couldn’t help asking,

“Your aunt warned you not to spear yourself on a larger-than-average prUt? She must have been a very open-minded woman.” Julian shook his head as he focused on his breathing and corrected,

“No, she warned me not to eat an entire carton of spumoni and rocky road ice cream in one sitting; she warned me it would be delicious, but the ice cream headache afterwards would be murder.” Damar only stared before asking,

“How have you not gotten yourself killed yet?” Damar found himself hoping that, if this union somehow resulted in a child, it would inherit the doctor’s brilliance in areas like science, rather than the sheer stupidity he exhibited in day-to-day life. Damar growled as Julian reached a hand upwards and started touching his kinat’hU.

“You are playing with fire, Little One; you should give yourself time to adjust fir-” Damar moaned as Julian squeezed him.

“I have a good refractory time, now, are you going to show me how Gorn and Cardassians differ or not?” Damar growled as he started thrusting, and Julian threw back his head and moaned; by the time their captors were satisfied (Julian and Damar never did quite figure out who they were or what they wanted) and released them back to DS9 where Dukat picked Damar up (and Damar had to deal with Dukat teasing him about mating with a human and obviously enjoying it), he was certain of two things. One, humans were possibly as crazy as Central Command thought they were. And, two, if Julian and Garak hadn’t gotten together by the next time they came by DS9, Damar might just look him up and see how tight the doctor was in the other hole.

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“Fuck, yes, please.” Jadzia marvelled at Julian’s resilience as she rubbed his back. A moment ago, he had been pleading with her to remove the ginger from his ass, but now he was begging for nipple clamps that would deliver small electrical shocks. Oh well, she supposed it was no stranger than some of the other kinks the Dax symbiote had encountered, and, just as there were different types of kinks, there were also people who liked different kinds of pain. Julian had remarked that the burn of the ginger was too intense, but he liked the shocks of the clit ring.

She had him lean back so that she had better access to his chest, and could watch his expression as she ‘hooked him up’, even if she couldn’t see the way his eyes might sparkle as she imagined they would like whenever he found some new bit of data that was absolutely fascinating… to him that others might find boring, but it was the spark of a supernova within him. She had actually found it adorable whenever he started stimming, and did her best to encourage it until he was full-on snapping his fingers and rocking on his heels.

Focusing on the matter at hand, she noticed that Julian’s thighs were still soaked and glistening with his fluids, leading her to the thought that, while he had indeed hated the burn of the ginger, he had liked something else - maybe the sting? - so she would have to look up something to place in his ass that would give him a sting, but no burn. She couldn’t resist leaning down and giving his pussy lips a little tickle, which had him moan like a Risa pleasure boy. He tried to chase her hand when she drew it away, but she merely took the clamps and attached them to Julian’s nipples.

The wonderful thing about this trio was that, once they were all assembled on the same body, they could all work together to make a person a drooling mess; they were actually banned on some planets, but what Benjamin didn’t know couldn’t ruin her fun, and she knew how to control them. Julian had a moment to get used to the pressure on his nipples before they lit up in a rhythm, meaning they had sparked, one after the other, in a sort of arc. Julian gasped/moaned/shrieked in a way Jadzia had never heard before (quite an accomplishment after eight lifetimes), and he arched so sharply, he almost fell backwards over the bed. She quickly grabbed him and brought him closer, allowing her to swallow the next moan with a kiss. He gently but firmly (such a little sweetheart) grasped her shoulders as he kissed her, and she could admit he was a very good kisser. She chuckled as they broke off and he started kissing her face before starting down her neck,

“I think we should save these for a special occasion; use them too often and you could be a full-fledged nymphomaniac.” She sighed as his hands found her breasts and he quickly found how much pressure she liked; the boy was a quick study. When he tried to follow his hands with his lips, she gripped his shoulders and pushed him away, loving his little whimper as she did so.

“Please, let me show how good I can be for you.” Julian almost slurred his words as he begged, and Jadzia couldn’t help cooing,

“You are being good for me, and you really love these little shocks, don’t you?”

“So, so good… the one on my clit! Ca-want so bad to c-cum, but can’t, and- oh bloody hell!” Julian almost screeched as a powerful shock went through his clit, and Jadzia, the minx, added to his pleasure by raking her nails down his back, knocking any remaining wax off.

“Pl-please, Jah-Jadzia! Please fuck my ass!” Jadzia’s cock pulsed at his request, and she so badly wanted to fulfill his request, but she wanted to drive him just a little crazier first.

“Soon, Julian, right now, I think your ass could do with a little soothing.”

“Jadzia, please… I’ll do whatever you want, just fuck me, please!” Julian begged, and Jadzia again ran her fingers through his hair as she promised,

“I will - soon - but I just want to do one more little thing first; let me do it, and I will. Fuck. You. Into. The. Mattress.” Jadzia punctuated each word with a biting kiss and Julian whimpered (she thought she saw a little dampness on the blindfold, to be honest) before asking,

“Pro-promise?” Jadzia’s smirk was downright diabolical as she responded in a sweet voice,

“You won’t be able to walk tomorrow.” Julian could only nod, so Jadzia laid him face down on the bed, ran her fingers down his back (oh, the sweet boy was now humping her bed; she should have laid a towel down to absorb his slickness. Oh, the things she wanted to do with him), and came to rest at his ass. She massaged the globes, and he was obviously fighting not to beg again as he squirmed under her. She spread his cheeks and saw his poor rim, which still looked a little inflamed from the ginger. He whimpered as the air caressed his hole, and she couldn’t help herself as she dove in and started licking his rim to ‘soothe’ it from the ginger.

“Oh fuck! Jadzia!” Julian was in pure hell as his nipples and clit were electrocuted, sometimes in a rhythm, sometimes at random, and the power of the shocks varied, though not the one on his left nipple. Some species had their hearts positioned further to the left, so he imagined it was to avoid arrhythmia. Of course, that would occur to him later as, at that very moment, with Jadzia’s tongue in his ass and those delicious shocks going through his body, he was a little busy soaking the bed. He screamed, though, when Jadzia removed her tongue and slammed into him. He was still a little loose from that plug, but this kind of burn was a delicious one; he swore he could feel spots on her cock. He couldn’t help giggling just a little as he thought of the dessert, spotted dick.

“Think you can keep up, Julian?”

“Fuck, Jadzia, if you let me cum, you can use me as a fuck toy for the rest of the night.” Jadzia must have been some kind of mind reader as she flicked Julian’s nipple just as it got a shock, leaving him weak in the knees, even as she held him up by the hips.

“Isn’t that what I’ve been doing all along?”