Jefferies Tube Lube

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Date: Mon, 27 Oct 1997 03:52:39 -0800
Subject: NEW DS9 - Jefferies Tube Lube (G/Du challenge, m/m) NC17
From: camster@rock.com (Cameron Burnell)

*****
Sophie asked and I answered. :)
*
Title: Jefferies Tube Lube
Author: Cam Burnell (camster@rock.com)
Series: DS9 - adult Treksmut
Rating: NC-17, m/m sex (G/Du)
Summary: Garak and Dukat share a warm moment in a small dark space.

Paramount started it, I just had as much fun with it as I could. No money was made, but at least Garak got lucky for a change. ;-) Ron D. Moore stated on AOL that Elmo was Dukat's first name. He might have been kidding, he might not have. But I used it anyway, cuz I like the idea. :)

This one's for Sophie, the goddess of all things Garak. She has kindly placed it on her challenge page for awhile (http://members.tripod.com/~BGSLM/challenge.htm) Check it out! Hot pics of Garak. :) Anyway, this story takes place early in Garak and Dukat's career.

Jefferies Tube Lube
by Cam Burnell (camster@rock.com)

"Greasy Taspar shit...why do these idiotic Starfleet engineers insist on making these spaces on their ships?"

"Easy, Dukat, remember what the physician said about your stress levels."

Stress levels? By the Emporer, this little ass-bandit has been reading my files! Dukat turned back a little in the tight space to face Garak and snarled, "You keep snooping in my private records, Garak, and you'll find yourself booted off Terok Nor so fast your head will spin."

"I'm not worried. Your stress levels are so high, you'd probably collapse from a burst blood vessel before you carried me halfway to the airlock."

"My health is just as good as yours!" raged Dukat.

"Oh, really, then why is that you're the one sweating in here and I'm as cool as a Human cucumber?"

Dukat considered this. They were crawling through a jefferies tube of a captured vessel that had been carrying escaping Bajoran slaves. Dukat did so because he intended on claiming the ship as prize. Garak because he had been ordered to do so by the Obdidian Order, which is what really got into Dukat's craw. Well, that and the fact that the small human-built ship was incredibly warm.

"It is hot in here, Garak. And men sweat. But I forget...you're no man." Dukat said full of contempt.

Garak gave him a funny look and then said, "So that's it. That's why you're so tense in here. You think I'm going to make a pass at you. Well, let me tell you something to calm your nerves. I won't make a pass at you. You aren't my...type."

Dukat nearly slapped the smug look off Garak's face, then he remembered the private orders he had received, the ones that stated that interfering with the Obsidian Order would be a good way to ruin his career. So he scowled and turned around and kept moving down the narrow tube.

*

Almost an hour later Dukat was cursing the impulse that kept him from slapping Garak. If he'd have slapped him, they might have fought and the little smug smile on that smarmy face wouldn't keep creeping into his mind. Those calm, insipid words and the aggravating tone he had used wouldn't begoing through his brain, over and over.

[["You aren't my...type."]]

As if I believe a little ass-bandit like you would keep a particular type! Any knothole would do and you know it! He pushed his scanner forward, stopped and got a reading, even as he heard his 'partner' behind him doing the same on the other side and snapped the lid shut on his finger at the unwanted term 'partner' slipped into his mind.

[["You aren't my...type."]]

Not that kind of partner, you fool. You're just working together, nothing more, nothing less. Why is this even bothering me? Why is it going through my head? I have a woman chosen for me back home. We are to marry and have a family. I'm not interested in men.

"My, what an interesting finding."

"What?" Dukat whipped around so fast, he banged the side of his head against a piece of metal, then sat there, dizzy. Garak merely watched him, a look of concern on his face.

"Be careful, Dukat, there isn't much space in here. You could hurt yourself."

"I'm fine!" he spat. "Now what did you find?"

Garak pointed at something on scratched into the metal. "Apparently something of importance to a Lietenant Harris and an Ensign Belli. It reads: Lt. Harris, Ensign Belli and there is a crude drawing between them. I believe it's supposed to be a heart."

Dukat scowled. "A love message."

"Apparently. There's an entry port just two passageways over. This is a prime location for clandestine meetings. Apparently the lieutenant and the ensign met here from time to time."

"To have sex."

"Possibly to plot something," Garak argued. "Why would they have sex here when they have the privacy of a cabin?"

Dukat scowled again. "Are you stupid, Garak? It's more exciting to meet secretly and engage in lovemaking. Besides, if one was a lieutenant and the other an ensign, their relationship was strictly forbidden according to Starfleet rules."

"Another example of their foolishness. I myself had a junior grade partner when I made Glinn on my last assignment. No one thought less of either of us."

"Partner. You mean a lover." Dukat made a face of distaste, thinking of how disgusting it would have been to know two of his ships officers, his men, were engaging in such a relationship.

"We had an arrangement, actually, but yes, we were lovers, as well. What else do partners do?"

Dukat felt himself grow angry again and the bump on the side of his head began to ache. He grit his teeth. "Don't insult me, Garak."

Garak looked puzzled. "Insult you? I didn't insult you." Then he stopped. "Oh. I see. I didn't mean to imply anything, Elmo."

Dukat's head really started throbbing at Garak's use of his name. He could feel his tendons rising, the veins in his neck pulsing, and the cording alongside his neck and shoulders began to swell. So did his heavy prick, since irritation brought about more than the power to fight in Cardassians. It also made them ready for other sort of tussles. He was now hard as the proverbial rock. And he was taking no more from this little Obsidian order wimp!

He moved in fast as thought, before Elim could do anything, and grabbed him by the back of the neck...an arousing action to a Cardassian male. Those long fingers curled behind and against Garak's own neck cording, which flexed, then began to gently throb and swell beneath those cold, demanding digits.

"You've been trying to get me irritated, to arrouse me, you little bastard! You want me. Don't deny it. And why wouldn't you? I'm a powerful man in the Central Command. But I won't let you do that, Garak. You will never fuck me."

Garak thought this over. It had been a simple misunderstanding, but he noted the slant of Dukat's eyes, like a snakes, and the huge swelling in his pants. His own cock was stirring sluggishly like a cobra lifting it's head to look around thanks to those carressing fingers on his neck. Give in. He wants it, and then you'll have something you might be able to use in future over him. said the voice.

He dropped his head and slipped his hand over to Dukat's thigh and rubbed it, a gesture of submission. Dukat let him go in surprise.

"Of course not, Elmo. I would never dream of fucking you. You must fuck me." And without another word, Garak undid his pants and pushed them down, then turned from Dukat, scrunching down in the small, tight space, forehead to the grillwork and presenting his leathery opening.

Elmo Dukat lost all power of thought. The smell, that thick funky scent of Cardassian musk rising from between Garak's thighs and the sweaty leather of his pants made his head swim. Before he could even realize his actions, he had opened his trousers and slid forward onto the hunched over form, his thick swollen cock pushing, pushing against that small tight hole.

Garak's harsh little sounds from the back of his throat and his inability to enter, were the only things that made Dukat stop, still resting blindly against Elim's back.

Tight, dry...

He opened his eyes and looked around and then reached for a dark, greasy stain, some sort of oil used by Starfleet engineers that seemed to be everywhere in the jefferies tubes and on a lot of the engineering equipment itself. It scanned as a harmless petroleum product. He smeared it on his fingers, then smeared it against Garak's tight hole. To his delight, Elim pushed back against it, letting one of his fingers spear him and crying out with pleasure.

Of course. He loves this the little bastard. He's never had anyone like ME before though.

With that thought, Dukat withdrew his fingers and placed his leaking, leathery cock head against that greasy opening and slid right in. Whatever those engineer's used as lubricant was heaven. He thought he'd keep sliding in, one long dick with no end. But soon he was balls-deep, thrusting against Garak, pressed down tight against him, his teeth firmly biting a thick, swollen cord on the side of Elim's neck, even as Garak pressed his forehead against his arms and winced, and cried out, and pushed back, clenching and unclenching his ass, trying to get more of him in.

You really are a little ass-bandit you little shit bastard. This is the best fuck I've EVER had...

This was Dukat's thought as the hot sperm exploded from him, filling Garak's bowels.

At least he was quick about it. This was Garak's thought as he felt the explosion of pulsing liquid heat inside him. And he probably won't want any more. Unlike the Obsidian Order referral committee.

He felt the soft, heavy cock pull free of him, winced, then carefully moved forward to pull up his trousers over his now cooling ass. He turned back to find Dukat watching him, panting. Dukat frowned and Garak froze.

"You're still swollen."

Garak looked down at his unfulfilled cock and then shrugged. "It will go down, Elmo, don't concern yourself with it."

"But--" Dukat scowled. "Fine. Then you tell everyone I fucked you but you got nothing. That you found no pleasure."

"Did you expect me to find pleasure?" Garak asked. "I just did what was expected."

"Exactly what I wouldn't expect coming from you!"

Garak was too tired to argue. His butt was starting to burn a little and his cock was throbbing without mercy.

"Think what you like. I won't say anything. Do you think I want to tell people you fucked me? Do you think I don't know what is said about me? I worked just as hard for my position as you did yours, Elmo Dukat, except that being a bastard, as you so kindly put it, I also had to let a lot of people do what you just did to get it. You wouldn't be the first one to leave me like this and you probably won't be the last."

He turned away slightly and reached his hand down to rub himself hard, pulling and pulling on his leathery stalk to bring about his release. It didn't always work with Cardassians, but he had to try or else his pants would never fit.

Dukat just sat there stunned and watched him. Finally he crawled over and put his hand on Garak's forearm. Elim stopped, didn't look at him.

"At least let me find some release, Elmo."

"Let me help you, you stubborn fool."

With that, Dukat urged him to turn, onto his hands and knees, then moved behind him to slide his own large, still greasy hand over that throbbing cock. To his surprise, Garak was larger than he was, thicker than his own wrist and with a slight flaring of the cords along the side that went all the way down his cock to the glistening tip. This was an organ a prize Cardassian ox would be proud to have! He clenched his fist around it, making Garak cry out and thrust forward a little, then began to frig him in earnest, that strong hand tightening on every stroke, spreading that grease along it's leathery length before his thumb finished by sliding along the wrinkle in the tip. All too soon hot spumes of thick oily sperm gushed forth, spattering onto the grillwork and he could feel his partner shuddering beneath him. Elmo smiled, pleased to have given gratification, even knowing this man was his enemy, would probably kill him if he turned his back on him in the future.

He pulled back as Garak finished pulling his pants up and fastening them. "Better?"

It was all he asked.

Elim nodded.

"Then let's finish this survey and get out of here."

*****

"The first part of your report is quite detailed, but it gets sketchy near the end. Did you really inspect all the ship, Dukat, or stop and just make up details?"

"Of course, not. I inspected every inch of that ship, down to the jefferies tubes." He looked down and indicated his pant legs. "If you don't believe me, look at the state of my pants - covered with grease."

"That's easy enough to fake, Dukat. I'm disappointed."

"He did not fake it, Advocate Sarn." Garak spoke up suddenly. He'd been standing and listening to Elmo's report without comment until now. He stepped forward so the viewer would see him. He nodded. "I accompanied him and Dukat was quite thorough I assure you."

Sarn's eyes narrowed. "Garak, isn't it?"

Garak nodded. "That is me. Plain, simple Garak."

"I've heard of you. You come highly recommended by the Obsidian Order Council. I might have an...opening for you."

Garak's face remained calm and pleasant, even as he noted Dukat's hand clenching at his side. "I'll be glad to hear the details of this job when we arrive back at Empok Nor, Advocate."

"Please call me, Sarn. And I'll sign off on this report then. I understand your word is unimpeachable, Garak."

"Thank you, Sarn."

The viewscreen went dark and Dukat turned to Garak in his small office, scowling. "How can you do that?"

"What? A job is a job, Dukat. You and I just finished one. And it was well-done. At least I thought it was."

The slap was a hard one and made Garak reel. "You're a bigger fool than I thought!" Dukat spat. "Fine. I might have offered you a position here, where you could be free of such...indignity. But you go where you choose. Let the whole council fuck you for all I care."

"How do you know they haven't?" Elim replied lightly, in that maddening pithy tone that seemed to make Elmo's vision grow dim. Garak noted the tensing of the cords on the side of Dukat's neck and smiled his enigmatic smile, then turned and walked out of the room.

Dukat finally sighed, looking down at his once-again fully swollen cock and shaking his head with dismay. The best fuck on Cardassia...and it came with that face and attitude.

Figures.

THE END

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