Thanks to Charlene's quick response, the story is finally done. It's NC-17, for those who want a warning. :) Thanks again Charlene! **** This one's for Robin 'cause ... well, she asked. *wink* A Trill's Last Thrill by BGM Paramount = DS9 DS9 = Paramount Any questions? Didn't think so. [[[ I believe it began rather ... innocently - if you can believe that. I really wouldn't know where to start. I'm about to be a married woman, I really shouldn't have indulged the way I did. Then again - this *was* my last day as a free woman. All right, I suppose I should start with the beginning. It was a pretty wild party you see, and I needed a little ... entertainment ... ]]] Jadzia Dax made her way through the crowd, still laughing from the joke Nog had told the audience. The drums had resumed, and people were dancing as though it was still early in the evening. Midway to the punch table, she forgot what it is she wanted, and just stood there with a bemused look on her features. Someone elbowed her gently, and she heard a familiar voice in her ear. "Are you lost, little girl?" She turned, her face brightening up. "Julian! I didn't think you'd make it!" She kissed his cheeks affectionately, giving the good doctor a whiff of the large amount of alcohol she had drank. She took hold of her arm, a pleasant smile on his face. "I almost didn't make it - too wrapped up in fantasies about killing Worf. Thank the Gods we were given a respite." He glanced at the food table with sudden despair. "Although I'm not sure this was the place to go. I'm famished!" Dax giggled, leaning into him for support. "Can you at least drink?" She grinned, lifting her nearly empty glass in a mock toast. Julian answered the smile and nodded. "I'm insane, but not stupid." When he went to leave her side, Dax frowned and grabbed his sleeve. He looked at her questioningly. She pouted. "Julian, you didn't bring Garak!" This seemed to surprise him. Since when did Dax express interest in Garak? [[[ It wasn't an interest, really. I don't even know *why* I had brought it up. I guess I was so used to seeing Garak and Julian together on casual occasions that it seemed odd that he should be left out of that evening. I don't know Garak all that well - I *do* know he likes to give the impression of mystery. Personally, I think it's all bullshit, but I'm a lady; I would never say it aloud. Besides - it was a party - I didn't want *anyone* left alone that night ... Anyway ... so Julian was surprised ... ]]] "Garak? I ... suppose it's not too late to invite him. I didn't think you wanted him here." Dax waved it off, then grabbed his arm. "Nonsense. Come on, we'll go fetch him together. Where do you think he's hiding out at this hour?" Julian pursed his lips in amusement and lifted his eyebrows. "I'm assuming he's hiding out in his bed. It IS the middle of the night." "Well, then - let's go!" Dax enthused, giggling as she dragged a laughing Bashir out of her quarters. [[[ Yes Jadzia, that was really bright. Fully drunk, roaming the station in the middle of the night looking for a Cardassian with a man you've secretly lusted after for all these years. That was *certainly* smart. ]]] There was no response when both Dax and Bashir arrived at Garak's quarters. Pouting, refusing to believe they had stumbled all this way for nothing, Dax pulled at Bashir's sleeves. "You have the authority, open his door! He's probably sleeping tight." Julian looked as though the merriment was dangerously close to an end. "Jadzia, he'll probably want to *stay* that way - I can't just barge into his quarters." Something came over the doctor's face at that moment, and Dax could only describe it as malevolent mischief. "Although that would certainly get me even for the time he *did* barge into my quarters when *I* was sleeping tight." Dax clapped her hands in appraisal with a giggle as Bashir overrode the door commands. [[[ Beware the Cardassian whose territory you cross ... and I had thought that was just some meaningless drivel ... ]]] A few moments following the illegal entry, Dax and Bashir found themselves trapped in a self-containing prison of energy fields. Embarrassed, they watched as Garak emerged from his bedroom, disrupter on hand, fresh and alert as though he had never been asleep. The lack of a shirt or pants disabused them both of that possibility. Dax couldn't help thinking just how handsome Garak's body truly was. [[[ Hey, I was drunk, all right? Lay off. ]]] "Garak ... ah ... you're probably wondering what we're doing here ..." "In the middle of the night," Dax chimed in with an embarrassed smile. "Disturbing your unclothed sleep," Bashir added, and couldn't help the chuckle that escaped his lips. Garak narrowed his eyes. "Lights," he called. When he was sufficiently reassured that no attempts would be made at his life tonight, the Cardassian sighed, deposited his disrupter on the glass table and added, "Computer, deactivate protection fields, Garak omega four." The energy walls shimmered out of existence, leaving Dax and Bashir in helpless laughter. Garak leaned against the wall, watching them, eyes half-closed in exasperation. "To what do I owe this unpleasant visit?" he asked softly, sobering the duo up. "Dax is having a party ..." "And when Julian arrived alone ..." "She thought I should invite you." "But you didn't answer your door ..." "And we tried the chime several times ..." Bashir hung his head with a sheepish smile. "So we broke in." Garak nodded with great understanding. "I see." Dax shook her head, waving her hands. "But let's forget all that. Garak, I'm sure you could forgive us for the rude intrusion - I'm sure there's something we could do to make it up to you?" There was a gleam in her eyes that Garak appreciated for the moment. He smiled, rather darkly, and drummed his fingers over his naked thigh as he contemplated the situation. All he wore was a pair of black briefs, hugging his form quite nicely. Even Julian had trouble looking away. "Perhaps there is indeed," he smiled. "Computer, lock the door, Garak black four three." There was an audible click, one which Bashir suddenly didn't like very much. The situation was growing a little out of control, and if there was something Julian didn't like to be out of, was control. He straightened up and cleared his throat. "Seriously - if we're disturbing you, we'll be leaving. We only wanted you to come to the party if you felt like it." "Oh Doctor, doctor, doctor!" Garak called with an enthused grin. "Please, don't be in such a rush to leave - after all the trouble you went through getting in too! I cater to my guests," he added with an ominous tone which seemed to excite Dax, and frighten the young man. "No, really, we have to leave - don't we Jadzia?" "Ah, the good commander doesn't quite think so ..." Garak purred, and Julian watched in horror as Dax began to slip off the strap of her dress. "Jadzia!" "Oh come on Julian - it'll be fun. You've been saying for years how much you wanted me - here's your chance. Your *last* chance, Julian - I'm getting married tomorrow, remember?" "I most certainly DO remember, I just wish YOU would!" The poor boy was aghast, and Garak chuckled low in his throat as he took a few steps toward the Trill. "My dear Doctor - we have this lovely woman all to ourselves tonight. If you need ... ah, an encouragement to perform, there is kanar chilling on my night table," he smirked, nodding his head toward the bedroom. Bashir was too shocked to move. "You know, I've always wondered if those scales truly went down all the way ..." purred the Trill as she slithered up toward Garak. "And I'm sure you've heard it a million times before," he began, laughing, "But what the hell. Do those--" "Oh you bet they do." As proof, Dax grinned and let go of her dress, allowing it to slip below the curve of her breasts, down her slim waist, over her rounded thighs, all the way down to her delicate ankles. Garak watched with approval, while poor Bashir continued to try and assimilate the situation. When Cardassian and Trill decided to kiss, Bashir couldn't take it anymore. "It's getting hot in here," he murmured. "Then take off your clothes," Garak said distractedly. "I think I will." The Cardassian turned, lecherous eyes on the young man. "I was hoping you would." The kiss had left Dax a little breathless, and Garak eager for more. He circled her waist with his hand and pulled her against him, inhaling deeply the scent of her arousal. He could tell she was already wet with anticipating, and it didn't take a genius to figure out how aroused *he* was by the bulge distorting his briefs. "I think this needs to be let out," Dax whispered softly as she dropped her hand to his erection. Garak inhaled sharply, his neckridges flaring and darkening. And suddenly, Bashir was between them. Naked as the day he was born, and evidently VERY excited about it. Although Dax expected to be kissed first, she was surprised to see the young doctor assault Garak, grasping a neckridge to pull him into a kiss. The Cardassian was obviously pleased at this, and made every effort to return the passionate embrace. Meanwhile, Dax dropped to her knees, and decided that the Cardassian was a little overdressed for the occasion. [[[ It shouldn't have happened - but you had to be there. I couldn't walk away. It was exciting, especially when I knew I was already taken. And believe it or not, I had more fun watching those two together than anything else they did to me that night. Oh ... well, there *was* that ... ]]] Dax threw her head back and screamed, drowning Julian's moans and Garak's grunts. She was flat on her back, legs deliciously spread as Julian devoured her cunt, diving his tongue and fingers so deep she felt the symbiont stir. Behind the young man, Garak pumped his hips madly, fucking his luscious prize to oblivion. "Oh Joint Gods YES!" the Trill cried, biting down on her lower lip as she clenched her fists. Julian kept assaulting her clit with lashes of his tongues that made her squeal and beg for more. Long fingers probed her, massaging inside until she writhed on the floor without shame, demanding more, crying for more, always more. She had come twice already by the sheer pleasure of his mouth. Meanwhile, Julian was already indulging in a near climax, cock an angry red as it was left untouched while Garak slammed into his ass over and over again. It hurt, but by the Gods it felt good. Hands like claws dug into his hips as Garak neared his own peak, teeth clenched, eyes closed ... and when he knew he was close, he parted, leaving Julian to moan helplessly as he ravaged Dax's drenched lips. A gray hand pulled him away from that treat as well, and flung him over the floor on his back. smiling deviously, the Cardassian grabbed Dax's hands and managed to pull her violently onto Bashir, spreading her legs in the process. There was a mad glint to the tailor's eyes, and both knew there could be no refusal at this point. Julian slammed his cock into her cunt nearly at the same time Garak entered her ass from behind. Dax threw back her head, let go a silent scream, and came as both of them pumped furiously into her. Julian came first, spilling his essence into her with three furious gushes, then Garak, who didn't seem like he'd *ever* stop coming. [[[ Well he did finally, and let me tell you, that experience was enough to sober ME right up. I didn't have the heart to wake Julian up - I think he even passed out right there on Garak's floor. I dressed as quickly as I could, and I wanted so badly to explain myself to Garak ... but he urged me to leave, to forget, and he thanked me so very much for the evening. Thank ME? Joint Gods ... the man is a veritable mystery, I agree on that! But you know what? What a thrill to go up to Sirella and smirk while both Garak and Julian's cum dribbled down my legs. I know she smelled it. I just know it. And you know what? That just made it all worth it. ]]] THE END