Impure (Star Trek DS9, Garak/Bashir drabble, rated R)
Written for sacred_20 prompt #10: Curse.
Title: Impure
Pairing: Garak/Bashir
Rating: R
He has heard of the existence of myriad universes, each of them a prism of a separate reality. Perhaps in one of them he stands before Tain to receive a father's blessing, and in another he isn't a son of the Obsidian Order. Perhaps there could be a universe where Elim Garak never met someone as insidiously innocent as Julian Bashir, where the bitter years of exile haven't sabotaged his sensibilities and discretion.
But those worlds are the last thing on his mind as he seeks Julian's soft warmth in their shared bed. The implant may be gone, but the addiction is still there.
With every breath, the human trembles beneath him in lust and adoration. Julian's limbs are tangled with his, slick flesh pressing against his own, surrounding him with a debilitating heat.
"I am sorry, my dear," he hears himself saying almost distantly. "I’m afraid I shall have to ruin you."
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Finis
Title: Impure
Pairing: Garak/Bashir
Rating: R
He has heard of the existence of myriad universes, each of them a prism of a separate reality. Perhaps in one of them he stands before Tain to receive a father's blessing, and in another he isn't a son of the Obsidian Order. Perhaps there could be a universe where Elim Garak never met someone as insidiously innocent as Julian Bashir, where the bitter years of exile haven't sabotaged his sensibilities and discretion.
But those worlds are the last thing on his mind as he seeks Julian's soft warmth in their shared bed. The implant may be gone, but the addiction is still there.
With every breath, the human trembles beneath him in lust and adoration. Julian's limbs are tangled with his, slick flesh pressing against his own, surrounding him with a debilitating heat.
"I am sorry, my dear," he hears himself saying almost distantly. "I’m afraid I shall have to ruin you."
*
Finis