Garak (Star Trek Deep Space 9)/John Malkovich in Being John Malkovich.
This is my very first fanfic, which I wrote totally for the wrongness of it and to see if I could do it. The pairing I got was from a random pairing generator. So hopefully this is very wrong. Enjoy.
A Stitch In Time Being John Malkovich
A year after the dominion war was over Cardassia is still in ruins. But the pride of its people rings throughout the planet. The provisional government has kept the hopes up and the rebuilding has come along a lot faster than usual. The most prideful Cardassian Garak was on the Defiant on his way to earth. Starfleet academy to be precise. He had a job as a teacher. Which he teased about being the academy's first Cardassian tailor.
In all actuality he was there to teach about his work as a spy for the obsidian order and how starfleet intelligence can use it. He said yes just for an excuse to see earth and leave the rebuilding of Cardassia to those more worthy of doing so. Close to earth the Defiant gets hit in a massive asteroid storm. Somehow messing with the warp technology on the runabout. It seems as though the crew and Garak are going to crash to their fiery deaths somewhere on earth. Let's hope it is one of the many bodies of water, that earth apparently has. Thinks Garak.
Instead it looks like a stitch in the galaxy tears right up and the Defiant is dragged into it. That is when Garak blacks out. Soon waking up, he sees the world differently. He is not even on the Defiant anymore. Instead he is in a nice living area. Filled with things which could only be human in origin.
Did he make it on earth? Without any recollection of any of it? Perhaps this is starfleet intelligence's way of testing him? He is pretty sure he will pass with flying colors. A pale hand which he does not feel comes up to stroke his face, before turning a nozzle that makes water run from it. Garak gets a glimpse into the mirror.
To his surprise he is not a Cardassian. He is a human male. A lanky man with salt and pepper hair, with male pattern baldness. A handsome man in an 'artistic sense'. "What is this?!" Garak tries to exclaim, but his voice does not register, as the man he sees begins to spread shaving cream onto his face. He watches intently, as he appears to shave his face. The soft spoken voice behind the man in the mirror says, "Ouch." As he nicks himself with the razor. It is quickly patched up with a bit of soft paper. That is wrapped around a brown paper tube.
Garak is suddenly lifted and thrown through a tight dark tunnel. Which almost sets off his claustrophobia. Until he hits the ground hard. The air smells rank with pollution and it takes him a few minutes to get up. A man runs up to him. "How was it?"
Garak makes a soft groan and slowly looks up to see another human, with dark hair strewn about his face. The man has a look of abject horror on his face. "Man what the hell happened to your face?" Being the arrogant man that he is, Garak places a hand to feel for the ridges. Nope not damaged, but his nose is bloody, and his right jaw is bruised.
Being the prideful man that he is, he quickly gets to his feet and straights out his threads. "I am fine, I do not know where I am at. Where am I?" The man just stares at his face, and at the long ridges on his neck. "I will be sure to give you a hologram of me as soon as I am out of here, since you like the way I look."
More silence comes from the man. "Uh...right." He says, shaking his head. "A possible side effect of being inside of John Malkovich's head." The man laughs, and pats Garak on the back. Which earns a long sideways glance from the proud Cardassian. "We need to get you to a doctor, to see what we can do about your face."
Garak waves him off and stiffens up. "There is nothing wrong with my face. It is the face of a proud and handsome Cardassian." The man gives him a long blinking look. "Yeah definitely a side effect." Getting a bit annoyed, Garak stands up ramrod straight. Even more so than previously. "Never mind my face, tell me where I am." He outright demands.
The man sighs, "We're at the Jersey turnpike." His voice fills up with exasperation. "And you were just inside John Malkovich's head." That is it. That must be who he saw in the mirror. He did not know why, but he had to meet this man and find out why he was in the man's head. This was even more important and more fun than finding his way over to starfleet academy. They would simply have to wait.
It was a while before he spoke back to the man. "I have to meet this remarkable man." He begins to walk off, knowing not where he was going. The other man, who has since become a nuisance grabs him by his coat tail. "Do you even know where to go and where you're going?"
"To present myself to this John Malkovich. He has the presence of a great man. And as a Cardassian I must introduce myself." The man laughs with more than a little bit of disbelief. Garak, showing the rare instances of his rage turns to the man and grips him by the collar. "You know where he lives and you will take me there. On the way up there I do not want to hear a word from you." He lets go with a firm shove. Which almost makes the man fall over onto his behind.
"Alright man, just relax." The other man, whom Garak didn't even care to know his man, speaks back. Leading him to the car. "Where are the transporters?" Garak tilts his head to one side, peering over at the car.
"What the hell are those?" The man asks in an annoying tone, that was past grating on Garak's nerves. He gives the man a pleasant smart assed smirk. "How else am I going to beam down into this man's home?" The man's thick brow furrows deeply. "I do not know what you are talking about, but it looks like we should get you to a doctor."
Emphatically, Garak's head is shaking. "No never mind that, get me to his home. We'll take that primitive thing." Pointing to the car. Then he has an epiphany, while looking around at all the other forms of transport, and the lack of ships in the sky. He was on earth alright, but at another time. The warp drive and the asteroid storm had something to do with it.
He walks over to the car to inspect the contraption. Wondering how in the world he has to get inside. The man follows closely behind, and inserts a metal or copper object into it, a loud click sounds, before the man opens the door. Garak watches the man closely, watches how he enters the transportation device. The man enters and seats himself, and straps himself into the seat of the device. The Cardassian quickly follows suit.
The drive is a quiet one, save for the device that now plays some sort of primitive music. Hard rock is what the man calls it. Garak thinks it all sounds like noise. Nothing like good Cardassian classical music.
He was good at pretending like he was paying attention. To the back of his mind, he knew he should be thinking of trying to return to the future. But he felt this compulsion to meet this John Malkovich human. This urge to put on this charm and to bed him. Maybe it was a side effect of returning to earth's past. At least the babbling human explained about how one gets into John Malkovich's head. Some sort of portal in a skyscraper. Whatever that all meant.
In New York it was raining. It is too cool for him, even in the car. The setting was pretty bleak. No wonder humans are so frail. The city lights mixed with the water hitting the windows of the car, made his eyes blurry. His silent reverie was stopped as the wet tires screeched to a halt. "This." The man says rather dramatically. "is where John Malkovich lives." He extends his hand to a towering building in all its drab glory. The man said nothing else.
Slowly, Garak ges out of the car. He fills up with all sorts of apprehension. Outwardly he looks to be a very proud Cardassian. Only he wasn't where he was supposed to be. Just as he lifts a hand to ring the doorbell, the door opens. It is the man he saw in the mirror.
"Finally. I am famished." John Malkovich says in that soft voice of his. "It is about time." He finally looks up and narrows his eyes at the sight before him. A smirk aligns on his thin lips. "This is a joke right?" He looks past Garak. "This is not Halloween and you're not a deliveryman."
Garak turns his head around, to see why John was looking past him. His mind is filled with the reminders of what the other man told him. So he decided to play up on that. "Oh pardon my intrusiveness." He does a slight bow. "I am from a small theater, and we specialize in doing out of the ordinary plays." He gives John a smirk. One he uses with his customers. He continues. "I decided to approach you with my makeup on and wish to speak to you about a play that would be perfect for you to appear in. A thief, since you played a jewel thief once."
John lets out a soft chuckle. "You certainly have my attention." He waves a hand in front of him. "But I never played a jewel thief."
Garak's smile widens a little bit more. "My apologies Mister Malkovich. I am called Elim. I hate to be so forward, but could we get out of the rain? I would hate for it to ruin the make up I have on."
John should be more weary, but this man was charming and approached in an entirely different way. It got his attention, he moves to the side and opens the door wide enough for Garak to enter. "Do come in Elim. Is that Hebrew?"
"Hebrew?" Garak asks, confused. John shook his head. "Never mind. Please dry your feet off on the mat here. Do you care for a little green tea?" He sure is a cordial man, Garak thought. "Oh! That does sound good." He is getting more and more excited.
Later, that night. Garak was the king of lies. Regaling the actor with tales of his theater troupe, and their plays. John certainly seemed interested. When he placed his hand on top of John's. Much to his surprise the human didn't pull away.
John's eyes locks in with Garak's. They peer into one another's eyes, for what seems like eternity. "You have really soft skin, even under all this heavy makeup." John observes. Garak gives him a charming smile. "All the better to seduce you with." This makes John raise an eyebrow, but he does not appear against such a notion. "Oh really?"
"Yes. Really." Garak was breathless.
He moves closer, closing the gap between them and presses his lips against the older man. John at first stiffens, but then returns the kiss. The kiss becomes more and more passionate with each second. Until John stands up and moves. Leading the other man to his bedroom.
They step back for a moment to breathe. Lust fills up in their eyes. As both men set about to undressing one another. "Your makeup department really went out of their way with you. It is so realistic." John's fingers trail up and down Garak's nude ridged torso. He had not gained any weight, and kept his physique in good condition. He had no nipples, which could be explained with the makeup cover up story.
John was slender but devoid of any muscles, though his pectorals hold a certain flab to them. For Garak did not care. By the time John got to his pants, it was hard to keep control of his desires. His hairless cock was more fleshy pink than that of a human's. More rigid, more cooler to the touch. A soft groan tears from him at John's slightest touch.
John's pubis was covered in a spattering of black and gray coiled hairs. The tip of his cock was a small and bulbous. His testicles visibly throbbed. This is the first time Garak laid eyes on a human penis. Maybe this won't be the last.
John seems to be more suited for topping. Garak judges in his mind, just as the human spins him around, and kiss along the ridges on his neck. "I think you just gave me a new fetish." John breathes out heavily into his ear. "This costume is magnificent." He says rubbing against Garak's well protected chest. Slowly it guides down to wrap around the base of his stiff dick. Desperate for the touch, Garak firmly gyrates his hips against the soft hand. John's thumb rolls over his dick-head firmly in slow moving circles. A terse tight moan escapes him.
Most expectedly, John pushes the Cardassian against the nearest wall and spreads his thighs. Breathing heavily against Garak's ear, he spreads the mans very tight ass cheeks, before blindly guiding his manhood into the alien's anus.
It has been many decades since this thing happened to Garak, he was as tight as a virgin. He felt every inch of John's six inches throbbing deeply inside of him. It was almost too big for him. It didn't stop him. He moans loud and grinds down against John. His eyes rolled back into his head. Without realizing it Garak was spurting a few tablespoonfuls of cum against the wall. John took more longer to reach the apex of his desire. He pulls out to cum against what he thinks is latex covered on the Cardassian's back.
Both are tired and both end up sleeping in one another arms. The next morning, Garak wakes up to a pleasant feeling. Quickly looking downwards, he sees John fully clean and down between his legs. His lips wrapped tightly around the head of his cock. Garak reaches down to grip the man's ears, to thrust carefully into his mouth. "What a pleasant wakeup call!" He says, ecstatically. The pleasure of having a pair of warm lips around him is just a little too much for the Cardassian man to bear. He succumbs to his early morning pleasures and releases into John's mouth. He gets up on his elbows and swallows rather lewdly the seed that Garak gifted him with.
Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, John slips from the bed and kneels on Garak's side of the bed. Running his other hand through through Garak's strewn about pitch black hair. "I have an interview I need to attend and a bunch of other appointments this morning. I will be back for lunch. If you're still here and out of costume, lets have lunch. I enjoyed last night very very much." His eyes light up when he says this. He leans over to kiss him on the lips. Breath tasting like minty mouthwash and Cardassian spunk. Garak in a whole different plain of existence can only nod his head and smile.
After he sees John off for the morning, he hops into the shower. The water is so different than a typical sonic shower. He likes it. It feels so good on his ridges and vaguely scaled body. Dressed in nothing more than his towel, he combs his black hair back. It dawns on him, that he has to either get away or find an excuse not to get out of the costume. As he thinks he suddenly becomes beamed into the missing Defiant. "It looks like you're alright." O'Brien states, lifting up his eyebrow at Garak in only just a towel. "Well we better have a closer look at you Garak." Chimes Julian, leading the Cardassian towards the small medical bay of the Defiant. He does not speak a word of it to one of his dearest confidants. While Julian's back is turn he actually sheds a tear for the fact that he will never be or be with John Malkovich again.
A Stitch In Time Being John Malkovich
A year after the dominion war was over Cardassia is still in ruins. But the pride of its people rings throughout the planet. The provisional government has kept the hopes up and the rebuilding has come along a lot faster than usual. The most prideful Cardassian Garak was on the Defiant on his way to earth. Starfleet academy to be precise. He had a job as a teacher. Which he teased about being the academy's first Cardassian tailor.
In all actuality he was there to teach about his work as a spy for the obsidian order and how starfleet intelligence can use it. He said yes just for an excuse to see earth and leave the rebuilding of Cardassia to those more worthy of doing so. Close to earth the Defiant gets hit in a massive asteroid storm. Somehow messing with the warp technology on the runabout. It seems as though the crew and Garak are going to crash to their fiery deaths somewhere on earth. Let's hope it is one of the many bodies of water, that earth apparently has. Thinks Garak.
Instead it looks like a stitch in the galaxy tears right up and the Defiant is dragged into it. That is when Garak blacks out. Soon waking up, he sees the world differently. He is not even on the Defiant anymore. Instead he is in a nice living area. Filled with things which could only be human in origin.
Did he make it on earth? Without any recollection of any of it? Perhaps this is starfleet intelligence's way of testing him? He is pretty sure he will pass with flying colors. A pale hand which he does not feel comes up to stroke his face, before turning a nozzle that makes water run from it. Garak gets a glimpse into the mirror.
To his surprise he is not a Cardassian. He is a human male. A lanky man with salt and pepper hair, with male pattern baldness. A handsome man in an 'artistic sense'. "What is this?!" Garak tries to exclaim, but his voice does not register, as the man he sees begins to spread shaving cream onto his face. He watches intently, as he appears to shave his face. The soft spoken voice behind the man in the mirror says, "Ouch." As he nicks himself with the razor. It is quickly patched up with a bit of soft paper. That is wrapped around a brown paper tube.
Garak is suddenly lifted and thrown through a tight dark tunnel. Which almost sets off his claustrophobia. Until he hits the ground hard. The air smells rank with pollution and it takes him a few minutes to get up. A man runs up to him. "How was it?"
Garak makes a soft groan and slowly looks up to see another human, with dark hair strewn about his face. The man has a look of abject horror on his face. "Man what the hell happened to your face?" Being the arrogant man that he is, Garak places a hand to feel for the ridges. Nope not damaged, but his nose is bloody, and his right jaw is bruised.
Being the prideful man that he is, he quickly gets to his feet and straights out his threads. "I am fine, I do not know where I am at. Where am I?" The man just stares at his face, and at the long ridges on his neck. "I will be sure to give you a hologram of me as soon as I am out of here, since you like the way I look."
More silence comes from the man. "Uh...right." He says, shaking his head. "A possible side effect of being inside of John Malkovich's head." The man laughs, and pats Garak on the back. Which earns a long sideways glance from the proud Cardassian. "We need to get you to a doctor, to see what we can do about your face."
Garak waves him off and stiffens up. "There is nothing wrong with my face. It is the face of a proud and handsome Cardassian." The man gives him a long blinking look. "Yeah definitely a side effect." Getting a bit annoyed, Garak stands up ramrod straight. Even more so than previously. "Never mind my face, tell me where I am." He outright demands.
The man sighs, "We're at the Jersey turnpike." His voice fills up with exasperation. "And you were just inside John Malkovich's head." That is it. That must be who he saw in the mirror. He did not know why, but he had to meet this man and find out why he was in the man's head. This was even more important and more fun than finding his way over to starfleet academy. They would simply have to wait.
It was a while before he spoke back to the man. "I have to meet this remarkable man." He begins to walk off, knowing not where he was going. The other man, who has since become a nuisance grabs him by his coat tail. "Do you even know where to go and where you're going?"
"To present myself to this John Malkovich. He has the presence of a great man. And as a Cardassian I must introduce myself." The man laughs with more than a little bit of disbelief. Garak, showing the rare instances of his rage turns to the man and grips him by the collar. "You know where he lives and you will take me there. On the way up there I do not want to hear a word from you." He lets go with a firm shove. Which almost makes the man fall over onto his behind.
"Alright man, just relax." The other man, whom Garak didn't even care to know his man, speaks back. Leading him to the car. "Where are the transporters?" Garak tilts his head to one side, peering over at the car.
"What the hell are those?" The man asks in an annoying tone, that was past grating on Garak's nerves. He gives the man a pleasant smart assed smirk. "How else am I going to beam down into this man's home?" The man's thick brow furrows deeply. "I do not know what you are talking about, but it looks like we should get you to a doctor."
Emphatically, Garak's head is shaking. "No never mind that, get me to his home. We'll take that primitive thing." Pointing to the car. Then he has an epiphany, while looking around at all the other forms of transport, and the lack of ships in the sky. He was on earth alright, but at another time. The warp drive and the asteroid storm had something to do with it.
He walks over to the car to inspect the contraption. Wondering how in the world he has to get inside. The man follows closely behind, and inserts a metal or copper object into it, a loud click sounds, before the man opens the door. Garak watches the man closely, watches how he enters the transportation device. The man enters and seats himself, and straps himself into the seat of the device. The Cardassian quickly follows suit.
The drive is a quiet one, save for the device that now plays some sort of primitive music. Hard rock is what the man calls it. Garak thinks it all sounds like noise. Nothing like good Cardassian classical music.
He was good at pretending like he was paying attention. To the back of his mind, he knew he should be thinking of trying to return to the future. But he felt this compulsion to meet this John Malkovich human. This urge to put on this charm and to bed him. Maybe it was a side effect of returning to earth's past. At least the babbling human explained about how one gets into John Malkovich's head. Some sort of portal in a skyscraper. Whatever that all meant.
In New York it was raining. It is too cool for him, even in the car. The setting was pretty bleak. No wonder humans are so frail. The city lights mixed with the water hitting the windows of the car, made his eyes blurry. His silent reverie was stopped as the wet tires screeched to a halt. "This." The man says rather dramatically. "is where John Malkovich lives." He extends his hand to a towering building in all its drab glory. The man said nothing else.
Slowly, Garak ges out of the car. He fills up with all sorts of apprehension. Outwardly he looks to be a very proud Cardassian. Only he wasn't where he was supposed to be. Just as he lifts a hand to ring the doorbell, the door opens. It is the man he saw in the mirror.
"Finally. I am famished." John Malkovich says in that soft voice of his. "It is about time." He finally looks up and narrows his eyes at the sight before him. A smirk aligns on his thin lips. "This is a joke right?" He looks past Garak. "This is not Halloween and you're not a deliveryman."
Garak turns his head around, to see why John was looking past him. His mind is filled with the reminders of what the other man told him. So he decided to play up on that. "Oh pardon my intrusiveness." He does a slight bow. "I am from a small theater, and we specialize in doing out of the ordinary plays." He gives John a smirk. One he uses with his customers. He continues. "I decided to approach you with my makeup on and wish to speak to you about a play that would be perfect for you to appear in. A thief, since you played a jewel thief once."
John lets out a soft chuckle. "You certainly have my attention." He waves a hand in front of him. "But I never played a jewel thief."
Garak's smile widens a little bit more. "My apologies Mister Malkovich. I am called Elim. I hate to be so forward, but could we get out of the rain? I would hate for it to ruin the make up I have on."
John should be more weary, but this man was charming and approached in an entirely different way. It got his attention, he moves to the side and opens the door wide enough for Garak to enter. "Do come in Elim. Is that Hebrew?"
"Hebrew?" Garak asks, confused. John shook his head. "Never mind. Please dry your feet off on the mat here. Do you care for a little green tea?" He sure is a cordial man, Garak thought. "Oh! That does sound good." He is getting more and more excited.
Later, that night. Garak was the king of lies. Regaling the actor with tales of his theater troupe, and their plays. John certainly seemed interested. When he placed his hand on top of John's. Much to his surprise the human didn't pull away.
John's eyes locks in with Garak's. They peer into one another's eyes, for what seems like eternity. "You have really soft skin, even under all this heavy makeup." John observes. Garak gives him a charming smile. "All the better to seduce you with." This makes John raise an eyebrow, but he does not appear against such a notion. "Oh really?"
"Yes. Really." Garak was breathless.
He moves closer, closing the gap between them and presses his lips against the older man. John at first stiffens, but then returns the kiss. The kiss becomes more and more passionate with each second. Until John stands up and moves. Leading the other man to his bedroom.
They step back for a moment to breathe. Lust fills up in their eyes. As both men set about to undressing one another. "Your makeup department really went out of their way with you. It is so realistic." John's fingers trail up and down Garak's nude ridged torso. He had not gained any weight, and kept his physique in good condition. He had no nipples, which could be explained with the makeup cover up story.
John was slender but devoid of any muscles, though his pectorals hold a certain flab to them. For Garak did not care. By the time John got to his pants, it was hard to keep control of his desires. His hairless cock was more fleshy pink than that of a human's. More rigid, more cooler to the touch. A soft groan tears from him at John's slightest touch.
John's pubis was covered in a spattering of black and gray coiled hairs. The tip of his cock was a small and bulbous. His testicles visibly throbbed. This is the first time Garak laid eyes on a human penis. Maybe this won't be the last.
John seems to be more suited for topping. Garak judges in his mind, just as the human spins him around, and kiss along the ridges on his neck. "I think you just gave me a new fetish." John breathes out heavily into his ear. "This costume is magnificent." He says rubbing against Garak's well protected chest. Slowly it guides down to wrap around the base of his stiff dick. Desperate for the touch, Garak firmly gyrates his hips against the soft hand. John's thumb rolls over his dick-head firmly in slow moving circles. A terse tight moan escapes him.
Most expectedly, John pushes the Cardassian against the nearest wall and spreads his thighs. Breathing heavily against Garak's ear, he spreads the mans very tight ass cheeks, before blindly guiding his manhood into the alien's anus.
It has been many decades since this thing happened to Garak, he was as tight as a virgin. He felt every inch of John's six inches throbbing deeply inside of him. It was almost too big for him. It didn't stop him. He moans loud and grinds down against John. His eyes rolled back into his head. Without realizing it Garak was spurting a few tablespoonfuls of cum against the wall. John took more longer to reach the apex of his desire. He pulls out to cum against what he thinks is latex covered on the Cardassian's back.
Both are tired and both end up sleeping in one another arms. The next morning, Garak wakes up to a pleasant feeling. Quickly looking downwards, he sees John fully clean and down between his legs. His lips wrapped tightly around the head of his cock. Garak reaches down to grip the man's ears, to thrust carefully into his mouth. "What a pleasant wakeup call!" He says, ecstatically. The pleasure of having a pair of warm lips around him is just a little too much for the Cardassian man to bear. He succumbs to his early morning pleasures and releases into John's mouth. He gets up on his elbows and swallows rather lewdly the seed that Garak gifted him with.
Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, John slips from the bed and kneels on Garak's side of the bed. Running his other hand through through Garak's strewn about pitch black hair. "I have an interview I need to attend and a bunch of other appointments this morning. I will be back for lunch. If you're still here and out of costume, lets have lunch. I enjoyed last night very very much." His eyes light up when he says this. He leans over to kiss him on the lips. Breath tasting like minty mouthwash and Cardassian spunk. Garak in a whole different plain of existence can only nod his head and smile.
After he sees John off for the morning, he hops into the shower. The water is so different than a typical sonic shower. He likes it. It feels so good on his ridges and vaguely scaled body. Dressed in nothing more than his towel, he combs his black hair back. It dawns on him, that he has to either get away or find an excuse not to get out of the costume. As he thinks he suddenly becomes beamed into the missing Defiant. "It looks like you're alright." O'Brien states, lifting up his eyebrow at Garak in only just a towel. "Well we better have a closer look at you Garak." Chimes Julian, leading the Cardassian towards the small medical bay of the Defiant. He does not speak a word of it to one of his dearest confidants. While Julian's back is turn he actually sheds a tear for the fact that he will never be or be with John Malkovich again.