Ok, this is a mini-sequel to "Hard Time Coming". If you haven't read "Hard Time Coming" you don't have to so long as you bear in mind that this story assumes a loving, but ultra-discreet relationship between Garak and Odo -- a gay romance they consummated not long after the episode "Things Past". If that disturbs you or you find that hard to buy, then don't read it! However, if you're curious about why (or how) these two might come together, I suggest reading "Hard Time Coming". :-))

Thursday's breakfast on DS9. A Cardassian and a converted Changeling were the participants. By all outward appearances they were merely two bachelors eating dinner. Occasionally during the week, they shared a game of Cardassian pinochle. No one was the wiser to their status as lovers. They liked it that way.

It was comforting...*reliable*, their sex rotation. Every Tuesday night, every Friday Night, with an occasional Sunday breakfast-- the schedule they had chosen and which had worked for them so far. Garak's less productive glands kept them to it like clockwork, something his punctual and orderly partner found pleasing. Odo had far more productive glands, but sated them in between with erotic literature and the warm comfort of his hands. It had been the only comfort he had thought to find once he became human. Especially after the one person he cared for had turned from him, looked on him like a traitor or worse, like a collaborator.

Even thinking of Kira hurt Odo badly and so he did not. After she had found out about his guilt in the death of three Bajoran men, she had demanded he explain. He could not. She had demanded he assure her he had not made other mistakes in the past. He could not. She had begun to cry, shaking her head, and run out of his office. He did not follow her. He would not hurt her ever again, he promised, but neither would he let her hurt him. He had firmly ordered himself to 'keep to the essentials' as Quark had once suggested to him and he'd given up thoughts of ever entering into a relationship with *any* one...until Garak.

Cardassian tailor, Cardassian spy. A Cardassian traitor full of Cardassian lies he might have said once. Now...Cardassian lover. The funny thing was, both was the last person on the station the other might have taken for a lover. Garak had toyed with the idea of *Morn* before Odo and Odo...well, Odo had barely considered anyone at all. Before he'd been allowed to work the mines, he'd had sex imposed on him by the Cardassians during the Occupation. Every so often he'd been ordered to submit, both by male Guls and by curious female workers, and he'd had no choice but to go through with it. At least until he found himself on Terok Nor and away from that sort of coercion.

So while the thought of asking someone who might be offended by it was distasteful to him, more offensive was the thought of imposing himself on anyone. But he had offered himself (if not his heart) freely to Garak after a private and intimate moment they'd shared and to his surprise he found his offer not only accepted, but embraced. Much as he had been embraced by the surprisingly affectionate Cardassian, lovingly and in his entirety. It was enough to make a cynical old constable weep. Being Odo, he had worked out a schedule instead, and they followed it like clockwork. If his heart was not yet involved, at least the rest of him was. In any case, Odo had never spared a thought to their next encounter until this morning's breakfast.

As they did every year around this time-- what the humans called 'spring'--the crew had gotten more and more peculiar. The Captain, Jake, Chief O'Brien and Doctor Bashir all could be heard humming human songs to themselves. Especially Dax! There was some Trill holiday that coincided and it made her particularly...frisky. She sang Trill tunes of course, although Odo thought she got the lyrics wrong, but in any case her favorite song was something about connecting her dots in all the right spots.

All the crew had been talking excitedly about the upcoming party Dax was going to hold for the Trill holiday in honor of what she called "Greening" season. After the first party which she held her second year on the station, most people tried to bow out of attending, even though she swore the festivities had been toned down. She now insisted on everyone coming unless they had work or an emergency.

Odo was not scheduled to work, but he also knew neither he nor Garak would attend. He found parties a bit uncomfortable and the Trill way of celebrating what they called 'the Greening season' a bit odd. Running around half-naked didn't really appeal. At least not with the senior staff! As for Garak, well, he was never invited to any station party so that sort of closed the matter in Odo's mind.

Still, he was grateful the general good cheer Dax's party was creating gave him less work to do. The shopkeepers were happy with sales for little gifts, Quark was too busy with orders to cause trouble and everyone seemed a little cheerier. So Odo was able to relax and for some reason this quiet morning, found himself watching Garak's hands while he ate and talked.

The Cardassian was very talkative during meals and he used his hands to punctuate his remarks, waving them here and there and making expressive gestures. And those eyes of his, a gray the color of storm clouds, but when his head tilted and he smiled they brightened to a blue almost as bright as his own. It was really very *enticing*, Odo decided. He could almost feel those hands. They dipped low now to emphasize one of the tailor's points and he remembered them caressing his skin. *No one* had ever touched him in the way Garak did. He worked his body with the same grace he handled the most delicate fabrics.

Garak noted his partners look now, more specifically that the piece of toast in his lover's lean fingers was nearly about to drop on the plate, and realized Odo hadn't heard a word he'd said. But he felt a warm happy glow of appreciation anyway for he recognized that look. He had just never seen it on Odo. Garak decided his lover wore it well.

The tailor leaned in now, making the constable drop his toast. Garak's voice was a quiet, barely heard whisper. "I appreciate it, constable, however, I think you should finish your breakfast before people start to stare."

"Huh?" Odo's hands trembled as he picked up his toast, promptly dropped it in his raktajino, then looked around to see if anyone had noticed (they hadn't) and pushed the cup away from him. He stood, bending slightly at the waist as he tugged on his uniform a little as if it had bunched up while he sat (it hadn't) and said, "I need to see to that security report. It was a good breakfast."

He walked quickly away as Garak smiled and watched his graceful stride, those enchantingly firm buttocks giving *him* a blazing erection, too.

"You sure you want this at your place, old man?" Sisko frowned.

"Why not? It is a Trill holiday after all!"

"All right, forget I asked. But you'll be sorry. You'll be lucky to get those still awake out by the next morning. You'll probably have people asleep on your floor until the next afternoon. Trust me, I know!" He wiggled a finger at her.

"Sounds like fun," she said back, a little hurt, but then smiled. "Besides, I'm hoping to get Odo to attend this year."

"Odo? But he's never come to any of the parties we've thrown."

"Exactly. I think I came up with a foolproof way to get him there."

"I don't think I should hear this," Sisko headed for his office, Dax following like a kite streamer. "All your famous ideas tend to backfire--"

"Curzon's ideas, *not* mine."

"And I don't want to see the shit hit the fan."

"Benjamin, you surprise me."

"It's an old saying."

"*I* know! I think one of my past hosts might have invented it."

"Dax, you are crazy. I don't know if it's Curzon or Jadzia, but one of you is seriously deranged."

"Humph! Just leave it to me. Now are you coming or not?"

"Wouldn't miss it for the world, old man." She gave him her killer grin and stepped out of his office. Then she frowned. She could do it herself, but Odo might use a scanner and just think she'd gone in his room to move his furniture around. It had to be someone else. She headed for the unsuspecting chief.

"Garak to constable Odo."

Odo swore under his breath. Damn! The long moment of undisturbed privacy he'd allowed himself in the empty holding area had been enough to calm his bodies raging hormones. Now the mere sound of his lovers voice brought something back *up*. Did all Humans put up with this? No wonder some people claimed men were sex-crazed. He knew he was half-crazy today in that area for some odd reason. He took a deep breath, touched the commpanel with a trembling finger and made his voice as gruff as he could.

"What is it, Garak?"

"I have a matter that needs attending in my shop, constable. If I could see you please?" There was not one hint of sexuality or innuendo in Garak's voice. So why was his cock throbbing so hard?

"Be right there."

He looked down. No way to hide *that* development. He picked up a padd, held it before him and closed his eyes as the heat of his hand and the firm padd pressed against that hard, aching part of him.

He headed down the Promenade and hoped he wouldn't embarrass himself.

O'Brien wouldn't. Bashir *couldn't*. Sisko... better not go there! Dax decided. Kira was scheduled away from Ops and she'd been avoiding Odo so...damn! Who?

Suddenly an inspired thought struck her. Garak! Of course! He's *perfect*!

She tapped her commbadge with a grin. "Benjamin, I need to step away for a little bit."

"Understood."

Jadzia hurried off to the turbolift.

"Garak?" Odo looked around, keeping the padd at his groin even if it seemed a little odd. He didn't let his guard down in case some customer was in the shop.

"Ah, just the man I've been hoping to see."

He could hear his lover's voice from the back of the shop. "Garak?"

Apparently Garak had no such difficulty as he did; he sounded perfectly normal. "Come on back! Or...you can wait there, but it might take me a while and I really did want to speak with you as soon as possible, constable." Odo sighed. Garak probably wanted to discuss some new security regulation.

He looked back to the Promenade, which was quiet. Everyone was busy at work at this hour, getting down to the details of their work day. He nodded, feeling better about going back there since at least that kept anyone from seeing what he was trying to hide. Maybe Garak would let him stay in his back room for a while until things -- or at least one particular *thing* of his -- had calmed down.

A little relieved and hopeful at the thought, Odo went to the back of Garak's shop, past some heavy curtains. "I hope this will take some time because, frankly Garak, I--"

He was grabbed, not hard, but urgently, the padd going flying as a warm Cardassian hand slid down to cup his burning, swollen shaft.

"I *knew* you hungered this morning."

Another strong Cardassian hand slid along his back to hold him close as a thick familiar tongue began tasting his ear, then small familiar teeth nibbled along his jaw, making him shudder. He was pushed back against a firm, but soft surface which held him up as those skillful hands explored, opened his uniform. He felt all this just as he realized Elim was naked...naked in the back of his shop...for *him*.

Garak's voice was rough against his ear. "Canceled *all* my morning clients..for you...my sweet Lu'saakha."

Odo's head swam with a drowning passion. His private nickname from Elim, meaning 'my smooth one' made a wave of heat baste him in lust. Any thoughts he might have had of objecting were forgotten as those hands began rubbing his bare chest, his hard nipples, before sliding down to the waistband of his pants, opening them and finding his iron-hard cock and wrapping it in a heated fist.

He gave up all argument as his hips began to thrust into it, dimly hoping no new customers would come into the shop...and that he could keep from screaming when he came.

A minute later, Jadzia stepped into Garak's shop. Now this was odd...the door was open, but no Garak. No customers. Not so unusual, since a lot of his customers slept in late, but... Dax sighed and gave it up for later, turning to leave when a familiar voice moaned. She frowned. It repeated. She began to head for the sound, which came again.

It sounded like Odo, but the sound came from the back of the shop. Sounds like he's in pain. What could Garak be doing? To *Odo*? She began to pull back the heavy curtains when another sound made her pause.

"*Elim*..."

It was a moan, a soft plea... a *lover's* plea Jadzia's frown deepened and she moved to the side of the curtain and peeked through. Her eyes widened.

Odo was leaning back against a large bolt of fabric. His uniform top was flung open, baring his smooth, hairless chest and slim waist. His pants were crumpled around his ankles. His eyes were closed and his head was thrown back in ecstasy and he uttered a soft moan every now and again as Garak continued his exquisite torture.

Dax stared at the Cardassian tailor. Undressed he looked even larger than he did dressed! Scales and ridges and heavy muscles rippling beneath that rough-looking skin. The tailor (a lizard king, her mind whispered) was kneeling before Odo, holding that long, hard and very human cock as his tongue lovingly bathed it. One hand held it firmly at the base, the other held his balls and rubbed them with great care.

Garak pulled back to murmur, "How do you find it, saakha?"

Jadzia swallowed even as Odo did, watching that knob in his throat move as he nodded, eyes still closed. He managed to gasp out, "Wonderful. Don't stop."

"Never." Garak licked the pre-cum dripping from his lover's swollen red cockhead, making him moan yet again.

Jadzia couldn't move. Her hand slid down to her groin and began to rub hard, feeling on fire with the sudden lust this unexpected scene gave her. Garak and Odo! Who would ever have guessed? She rubbed harder.

Garak began to gently suck the end of Odo's penis now, even as the constable began thrusting up, pushing his hips. His face had a look of pain. He was trying to keep from crying out, from making any noise. Sweat began to glisten on his forehead, his neck and chest, even as tears began streaming from behind his closed eyes. Jadzia was moving her own hips now, fingers insistently digging through the fabric to stroke the hard button of her clit, her other hand finding the nipples of her breasts and tweaking them through the fabric. They were hard little points of pleasure.

"AAHHH!" the sound erupted as Odo did.

Garak caught the eruption with one hand, gently rubbing his thumb over the leaking tip of his lover's sensitive and still-hard penis with the other, even as Odo shuddered in the aftershock of orgasm.

Jadzia had three, sharp, piercing climaxes in a row and managed to bite her lip and keep quiet, although she thought a blood vessel in her temple might burst and sweat sprang from every pore. She'd definitely have to stop by her quarters and change her panties, she thought. She caught her breath and watched as Garak began to rub the creamy semen all over his lovers long, curved cock, lubricating it thoroughly. It had not softened, but was a bright angry red, and extremely impressive-looking.

Great deities, Odo's hung like a--

"I want to feel you, lu'saakha." Garak's soft inviting voice as he turned from Odo now. "I want to feel you inside me."

The strong, muscled form, bristling with ridges and scales, knelt pliantly before his slender human lover. He lay his head down, forehead almost touching the ground and pushed his rump up, his own thickly swollen cock sticking out beneath him, untouched so far in their loveplay. She wondered what Odo would do. Was this their first time? How long had it been going on if not? So damned secretive both of them! No one would know...except one nosy Trill. She smiled, then frowned again.

Just what the hell did 'lu'saakha' mean?

She stopped wondering as she noticed Odo glancing in her direction and barely managed to pull her face back in time. She held her breath and waited, but the only sound the commander heard was a happy sigh and the next time she dared peek between the curtains, a big smile creased her face and her fingers slid back to the moist warmth between her legs.

Jadzia slowly returned to Ops an hour later, humming contentedly, or as Curzon kept insisting "cunt-entedly". She didn't care. She hadn't changed her panties either, merely stopping off at a lavatory and removing them. She'd left them, damp and fragrant, dangling off Worf's bat'leth in his room. Let him figure out what (or who) made her that way! He was so jealous and she loved that. She also loved knowing Odo finally had a caring lover. She'd been worried about him since he became human. Now she knew she didn't have to. In fact, she had enjoyed another five sweet and lovely orgasms as she'd watched Odo give it to Garak...hard...and long!

Hard as granite. And so long and lovely. Who would guess Odo was hung like a-- ?

"Old man?"

"No, no, more like a-- oh! ...sorry, Benjamin, what did you want?" she suppressed a giggle only with the greatest of effort and managed a bright, cheery, I-just-had-a-climax- you-can't-say-anything-to-upset-me smile.

He frowned at her, uncertain. She was practically glowing. If he didn't know better, he could have sworn she had-- Nah...

"Are you back to stay now? I need those long-range sensor sweeps on the Denorius belt that Starfleet asked for."

"Right away, Benjamin." She turned to her station, happily programming the sensors.

She'd stayed at Garak's shop long enough to determine the "boys" had their own celebration of spring in mind and to forget about trying to get Odo to come to her party with the rest of the staff. He would have a party of his own to attend...and it looked like there would be two very *big* staffs at it! The commander sighed happily, pleased for him and pleased for herself. She hadn't enjoyed a nice juicy afternoon orgasm in a long time. She'd also learned some interesting things about Cardassian sexual response that even her old host Emony hadn't learned. She chuckled. Yes, the constable and Garak would be cumming to their own private little party!

As Commander Dax began to do her job, the entire Ops crew was treated to her happy homage to Greening season as she sang every last verse of "The Hot Spots on Trill Twats".

THE END

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