"Stop fidgeting."

"This material itches."

"You should have worn an undershirt."

"That's _not_ where I'm itchy."

Garak nearly cut himself with his scissors. His hands trembled where they held the hem of Odo's pant leg. He fought to keep his voice straight and calm.

"Are you telling me you're not wearing any briefs, saakh'a?"

"You told me this outfit was supposed to be form-fitting. I figured it best not to." He had stripped naked on arriving and slipped the outfit on that Garak had left for him in his bedroom before the tailor had finally returned to his quarters from his shop where he'd needed to fetch a few extra fabric gathers in order to check the cut of the suit. Neat as ever, Odo's uniform was neatly folded in a stack on the couch, his underwear tucked within out of sight.

Elim considered his lover and swallowed. "Not quite *that* form-fitting, lu'saakh'a."

"Apparently." To his surprise, Odo suddenly reached down, between his legs, and began to scratch. "That's better."

Garak swallowed. The sight of those long, lean fingers pressing against the dark blue fabric, outlining the enticing bulge underneath...it was enough to make his cock grow warm and start to stretch the fabric of his own pants. The thought that only some thin fabric separated him from Odo's lovely and well-shaped cock made him half-crazy with sudden lust.

"Yes, that *is* much better," he agreed now, putting down his scissors as wicked inspiration struck. "Now...if you would hold out this arm, please."

Odo sighed and put his arm out. Garak stood, behind him and made assessing noises. Then he reached up to his bed frame, took a cord which normally held the curtains back, quickly fiddled with it and carefully slipped it around Odo's wrist. Odo was distracted by the itching and didn't notice.

"That's good, keep it there. Now hold out the other."

He did, but this one Garak tied quickly and more decisively. Odo noticed this immediately, pulling on the cord, trying to lower his other arm and only succeeding in tightening the slip-style loop Garak had added to it. He was now standing with his arms tied to the opposing posts of snarling gargoyles that decorated Elim's bed.

"Garak?"

"Stop fidgeting. I need to check the line of your top."

"By tying me up?!"

"When you hold your arms up, I can assess the fit across your shoulders, and see whether it's too short." Garak's tone and face were serious as he moved to face his lover now, eyes on the top as if he was studying it.

"I could just hold my arms up."

"Not for that long, though. I'll really need to have you like this for awhile." Garak's eyes looked down and he shook his head. "I'll have to let your top down in the front.

Odo tried to look down but couldn't with his arms stretched out. "What?"

"You see, even when the hem rises, it shouldn't rise above the tip of pelvic arch, if the client is female."

"I'm not female."

"No. In a male, the hem shouldn't rise above the tip of the penis." Garak stepped closer and Odo gasped as a finger caressed the head of his cock through his pants. "As you can see, the tip of your penis is *here*. And the bottom of your top is...here." that finger slowly glided up from his crotch up, up, to near his navel.

"Elim--"

"I'll check the fit across your shoulders now." He said, ignoring Odo's look of alarm and dismay. He ducked under Odo's arm and clambered onto his knees on the bed, considered the fit of his lovers top from behind. "Definitely need to lower the hem. It's *here*," a firm hand caressed his lower back. "It should be...here." That hand trailed down until it was cupping a firm buttock.

"Elim..."

Garak's hand squeezed. Odo's voice had dropped into a pained moan. "What is, lu'saakh'a?"

"I...maybe we should just forget this fitting...move on to...*other* things."

"Let me check the pants first." Garak reached from behind and started lowering the fastener of Odo's top.

"Elim..."

"Forgive me, saakh'a, but you are extremely desirable to me right now." One of Garak's hands slid it's way to a tiny, sensitive nipple and began to circle it. The other hand kept lowering the fastener until the top hung open. Odo tugged on his restraints and began to shiver. "Don't be frightened. I only want to pleasure my smooth and supple lover...he's really quite beautiful, you know."

"Elim..." Odo moaned, feeling his cock jump inside those confining trousers.

"And I like the sound of his voice, saying my name like a soft, rough plea." Garak pressed tight against Odo's back now, pressed his own swollen cock against those trim, firm buttocks, both hands caressing the smooth skin and tenderly carressing those small nubs of pleasure on that sleek, supple chest.

"Elim...I...if we're to do this...at least let me go," Odo pleaded.

"Ah, no, lu'saakh'a...my pleasure will come from fulfilling your own."

"But--" Odo tried to turn his head and found his jaw being gently nibbled and sucked. That insistent hardness nestled between his buttocks, his lover pressed against his back, even as his own aching cock strained at the front of his trousers. Small teeth nibbled at his neck now, moved along to tug and gently chew at his ear. Odo groaned.

To his shock, Garak suddenly let him go and pulled away. In a moment, Garak ducked beneath his arm and stood before him again, his face calm as if he was truly checking the fit of Odo's pants. His gaze swept over all the sleek exposed skin, and those hands moved to the clasps of the pants.

"Fortunately, the pants are perfection. So we can dispense with them."

He did so with one smooth, brisk gesture. They had been held together with tailor's gathers, not sewn. They landed in a heap somewhere to the side of the bed. Odo stood, his swollen, quivering cock jutting forth, his wrists tied to the bedposts. Ironically, this vulnerable position made him feel terribly aroused. Even as Garak studied him, his long penis hardened even more, almost flat now with his trim belly. He could feel the leaking fluid wetting the skin by his navel, cooling in the room air. He shivered.

"Elim?"

"Now *this* suit is incredibly lovely. But up here," a finger stroked along his still covered shoulders. "Clean lines of perfection are hidden that I know are here." He moved behind him again. He felt Garak's hands, those rough hands stroke along his hips, then cup his buttocks, warm fingers gently squeezing the globes, parting them, thumbs toying with the small, puckered opening below. Odo began to tremble helplessly.

"Elim..."

He gasped as Garak suddenly released him, then started when the tailor ripped the suit top from him. He could hear it fluff through the air, carelessly tossed aside, probably near his pants. He was naked now, utterly naked.

And he was aroused beyond his own expectations. He did not see how he could be *this* aroused under such circumstances. It was baffling. Yet, he wanted so badly now to learn what Garak had in mind, what Garak would *do* to him. He wanted it. He knew Garak knew he wanted it.

_I trust him._

This thought was so powerfully clear, it nearly made him weep. Odo threw his head back and swallowed. A finger trailed along his spine. He shuddered in ecstasy and waited. He didn't think he could talk anymore. If he did, he might start to babble...or even worse...to cry.

Garak said nothing, placing his large, warm hands on his lover's shoulders. He massaged them, thumbs pressing against those smooth shoulder blades, moved their way down and spread pleasurable warmth that belied the goose-flesh that had risen all over his skin with the removal of what remained of his clothing.

Firm hands stroked beneath his arms, toyed with the bare silky skin, mildly dampened with sweat, and Garak dipped his head to smell the warm musk that stemmed from there. "Delicious."

Lips pressed against his spine, a moist tongue tasted the line there. It slowly worked it's way down, to reach the crack of his buttocks, then, incredibly, it continued to work it's way between them, ever downward, until it reached that sensitive ring of flesh. That fleshy tongue gently teased his puckered opening, flickered up and down and then wiggled it's way in a fraction. Odo squeaked.

He didn't even know he was capable of making such a sound. As Garak liberally spread his saliva along the ring of flesh, he squeaked again and he could feel his emotional control start to crumble. He was suddenly terrified.

Quicker than he could take it in, Garak pulled back from him. Then his lovers hands slid around to hold him, comfortingly, one sliding down to caress the small, tight nubs of his chest, the other momentarily pulling back. He felt something much warmer and larger now throbbing against his opening and spread his legs slightly, wanting it, wanting that flesh to slide inside, to fill him and spread the heat inside.

Then, even as his lover's heavy cock slowly pushed it's way inside, that other hand joined the other in reimbursing his cold, trembling flesh with warmth, moving downward to find his own painfully, rigid cock and wrapping around it, stroking it with excruciating slowness, matching the same rhythm of Elim's gentle thrusts.

It was like a slow dance. Garak's breath was against his neck, those lips sucking and biting gently along his neck and shoulders. A large, warm hand stroked his tight nipples, the other encasing his swollen, aching prick, even Elim pressed ever so *slowly*, in and out of his tight crack, hips moving against his ass in tiny little circles.

Odo moved his head to the side. He wanted to see him, wanted to see his lover, *needed* to see his lover.

"E...Elim..."

Garak moved closer still, somehow, some *way*, that thick club of flesh fully impaling him now as Odo looked over his shoulder and found those gray-blue eyes meeting his. His mouth fell open, eyes pleading openly, and Garak answered his wordless plea by capturing his mouth with his own, teeth grinding, tongue mashing and spreading the mild tang of musky ass funk between them. It made his head spin even more with arousal.

Elim's cock pulsed, throbbed, and he could feel the smooth, hard rod he was gripping, pulse and throb in response. He pressed closer still, felt his lover's entire body contract as he tried to pull his arms free of his restraints. Odo felt the wild need to hold him, to touch him, but he could do nothing but grip the restraints and pull on them, pushing back against that invading club of flesh that claimed him so fully.

His actions made his lover moan and Odo pushed harder back, bucking as best he could. The aching ridge of flesh just above Elim's cock was pressed against that firm, incredibly tight ass...and he exploded.

He ripped free of Odo's lips to cry out, feeling himself empty within the bowels of his lover, clenched his demanding fist tightly around that long, hard cock. Convulsions began to rip through Odo, and Elim could feel thick, hot cream burst between his fingers, spurt again and again and spread all over his palm, all over the pulsing cock he held, even as a sobbing sound erupted from deep in his lover's chest. Garak strained to catch his breath.

As he slowly came to, he noted Odo's head had dropped to his chest, lolling heavily on his neck. He eased from inside him, hastily untied one arm, which fell limply down, then the other and gathered him close as Odo slumped down. He gentled them both to the bed, holding his lover against him, feeling the small tremors that continued to rumble through his thin frame, hand still wet with the evidence of his lover's need.

He kicked off the pants around his ankles, hurriedly shrugged off the rest of his clothing and hurried to washroom where he cleansed himself, then got a damp cloth and went back to his still prone and gasping lover. He reclined beside him, took him in his arms as he gently wiped him clean, too.

"Lu'saakh'a?"

A quiet sob made Garak's eyes shut tight with feeling and he held his lover closer. "Oh, lu'saakh'a..."

"...c-call me 'Odo'." A breathless plea.

Elim shook his head. "I told you once -- 'you aren't nothing to me'."

"No. It doesn't mean that to me, it's just a sound. It's my name." Odo straightened slightly and looked up at him. "I want to hear my lover call my name."

"I'll do as you wish...but you still aren't nothing to me," Elim said quietly.

Odo nodded, accepting this declaration. He rested his head against that broad, softly-scaled chest.

"What *am* I to you, Elim?"

There was a long silence, then he felt those warm, rough hands, so strong, yet so gentle, smooth over his skin, carressing him intimately. "Lu'saakh'yal'a. Lu'yal'a."

"Yal'a?"

"Do you know what 'ziyal' means?" Odo shook his head. "It means 'beloved'."

"Lu'yal'a?"

Elim stilled. "My lover."

"Oh."

Garak found himself disappointed at this response. Then he felt the stirring against his knee. Looking down he noted his lover's slender cock shifting, growing.

"Odo?"

Those long, warm, slender fingers gripped him, a silent thank-you. He smiled. That rough voice was hoarse. "I *want* you, Elim."

He said nothing, merely nodding and beginning to turn over. He wanted to be possessed, as well. Those long, warm, slender fingers stopped him.

"I want to *see* you, Elim."

Garak studied him. Aside from the times Odo straddled him, they'd never screwed face to face. And when Odo fucked him, he'd always been taken from behind.

He agreed though, gesturing slightly. "You might want to hold my knees. I'm not as...supple...as I used to be." He smiled.

Wordlessly Odo hooked elbows around Garak's knee's, forcing him double with ease and no hint of strain despite his protest. His long slender cock was hard and ready, poised to enter. It slid without pause deep within Garak's tight, naturally-moist, opening, unhindered by that oddly vulnerable and sensitive scrotal sac that humans had. Elim's testicles were *above* his cock, and inside his body, well-protected by a ridge of leathery flesh which swelled when full of semen, and required emptying every two or three days, like all Cardassians. His earlier exertions had left him depleted, his normally raised ridge smooth now, but his heavy cock swelled despite this, as he looked on his smooth-skinned lover's expression.

Odo's eyes had shut and he appeared to be concentrating. The firm line from his jaw to his neck and down, was incredibly enticing. Garak wished he could lick and suck his way down that line...

After a moment, his lover found his rhythm, opened his eyes. Garak smiled at him.

"You look as if you are trying to solve a puzzle."

"Maybe...maybe I am." Odo gasped.

"Is it about you? Or about me?"

Elim didn't wait for the answer, reaching his hands up to touch that smooth, smooth skin he so admired. One hand carressed that long neck, the other found those hard, sensitive nipples, gently flicked them with his thumb. Odo tensed, stilled.

Blue eyes found his. Elim smiled, then closed his own and gently bucked up, moaning, making Odo look down to their union. Garak's thick, heavy cock was fully swollen, bereft of contact except for occasional brushing against his belly. He could not touch it, his arms both holding him up and holding Garak's legs splayed wide, out of the way, but Elim *could*. Why didn't he?

"Elim." His eyes opened. Odo nodded down, indicating that thick club of flesh. "I...I can't touch you. I'd like to...but..."

"I'm perfectly...fulfilled right now, Odo."

"You're swollen to bursting."

"I'm empty."

Odo angled himself slightly to press a little closer. Garak winced. "Did I hurt you?"

"No." Elim's voice was slightly breathless; he *was* aroused.

"Elim."

"What do you want from me, lu'yal'a?"

"Please...I know you're in need."

"Would you like me to...touch myself?"

Odo nodded, a drop of sweat fell onto Elim's broad chest. It made him hiss with erotic satisfaction, his voice reflected this in his soft sibilant tone. "Anything you want, lu'yal'a...just tell me."

"Touch yourself. Take yourself in your hand."

Garak snaked a hand between them without hesitation. He found and held his swollen prick. To Odo's astonishment, he did nothing else, his eyes looking at him, a plea in their depths. _He was waiting for his instruction!_

Odo swallowed, felt himself grow even harder and more aroused. His voice was husky with desire, arousal and the nearness of his own climax. His tone was gruffer than intended, almost demanding. "Stroke it. Stroke it!"

Elim did, but gently, not tightening his grip. "Harder!" His fist tightened. "Both hands, smother it tight," Odo rasped.

The only way for a Cardassian to achieve pleasure was to surround their organ with tight, muscular flesh, such as the interior ring to be found within their partner, male or female...or in some special cases, doing something very like this. Those thick, rough hands gripped his cock fully.

"Tighter!"

Garak strangled his aching member, smothering it with his hands, covering it completely so only the merest sliver of moist, gray flesh showed between his hands, the dimpled tip which glistened with previous moisture.

Odo was thrusting harder now, caught up in his instructions and the pleasure he was fighting off.

"Squeeze it, Elim."

Garak did, closing his eyes again, giving himself over fully to his partners order's, feeling that long, throbbing invader deep inside him. Odo pressed down from above him as well and he could sense that impossible feeling beginning. He'd already ejaculated, he had no seed left, but that didn't mean he couldn't feel pleasure. This sort of pleasure was different though. With nothing to issue forth, it was an almost purely mental sensation, agonizing in intensity, much like the first spasms felt in early puberty. He clutched at his cock and waited for his lover's word, but Odo was ahead of him.

"Elim...!"

Odo tensed, those arms trembling, that warm, heavy sac pressed tight against him as his long cock pulsed inside him, shooting a creamy load deep in his bowels. Garak could feel it filling him, spreading between them...and still he waited, shaking with need.

"...oh...Elim..." Odo sighed with contentment.

"...waiting....waiting, lu'yal'a...."

Odo opened his eyes at this, noted his lover's dilemma, still catching his own breath. He shifted back, slipping free of Elim, ignoring his lover's whimper of protest. He ignored his louder outcry as he ripped those grasping hands free of his hugely swollen cock. The moist club of flesh was still sheathed in that tight leathery skin. Elim merely waited now, legs spread wide apart, open for him.

Elim whimpered again as Odo's warm hand clasped him, bucked as he peeled back the skin...and nearly screamed as that hot, avid mouth began sucking him fiercely, small, smooth teeth occasionally bumping along the sensitive ridge above and below. Then Odo ever so gently bit down. Elim's eyes rolled back and he began to shudder uncontrollably. A dry hissing rattle sounded from his throat, like the sound of a serpent.

No semen came out, but Odo could feel that thick organ contract, then soften, receding. He let it slip from his mouth, watched Garak shuddering, each time with a little less intensity. He smiled, and gently straightened his lover's legs. Then he lay against his broad cooling body, warming it with his own.

Elim's voice was a rattle of sound. "Odo..."

"I'm right here."

Those blue-gray eyes, opened, focused on him. To his surprise, a tear slid down Garak craggy face, even as he smiled up at him.

"Lu'yal'a. Odo'lu'yal."

Odo brushed at the drop, frowned. "My lover...my...*love*?

Those expressive Cardassian lips curled into a fond, affectionate smile. Elim nodded, reached a trembling hand up to stroke the strong, smooth jaw, curl a finger around his lover's warm, fleshy ear. Elim's voice was quiet, but firm.

"Lu'yal...l'deht odo'lem p'tai."

Odo's sky-blue eyes just looked at Garak for explanation.

"*I* am nothing...without *you*."

Odo couldn't speak, so he didn't. He just lay his head down against his lover, his Cardassian lover, and felt those strong arms hold him close. It was all he'd wanted...and it was how he finally fell peacefully asleep.

***The End***