== Garak Sandwich == A sequel to Julian Sandwich == (You asked for it) by Laurie Streenz StreenzL@aol.com This story doesn't have much more plot than it's prequel (yes, it *is* a word), but it gets the job done, so to speak. *** Doctor Julian Bashir strode evenly down the corridor. He was headed to Garak's quarters, while he had some free time from his duties in the infirmary. Garak had a nasty case of the Bolian Flu, and getting him to admit he needed medical attention had been quite an ordeal. Garak had to collapse in his quarters before he was convinced and allowed Julian to take him to the infirmary. Julian was hoping Garak would *stay* in the infirmary this time, so he wanted to get some of Garak's personal items, to make him feel more comfortable. Julian couldn't care for Garak in his quarters this time, there were too many other patients who needed him. Julian rounded the corner and reached Garak's quarters. He overrode the security lock, and the door slid open. Garak's quarters were immaculate, as usual. Julian headed for the lavatory, and began to pack up some personal items. Then he packed a few clothes, and looked around for anything else Garak might want. He frowned as he saw a small device lying on the floor next to Garak's bed. It was something Julian had never seen before. It looked like a Cardassian device. He picked it up and ran his tricorder over it. It seemed to be some sort of mind altering device, but he couldn't tell what it was programmed to do. Julian was intensely curious, but he knew Garak would never tell him what it was for. He knew it wasn't a wise decision, but he had to know. He sat down on the bed, and placed the device to his forehead. Nothing changed, but he felt a little disoriented. It didn't seem to do anything. The door chimed, and he called for the visitor to enter. For a moment he thought it might be Garak, returning to his quarters after sneaking out of the infirmary, but why would he ring his own chime? Julian looked up to see who it was, and his jaw almost dropped to the floor. He saw himself, standing right in Garak's quarters, holding a Kotra board. "Good evening, Garak. Care for a game?" The doppleganger sounded exactly like him, too. Julian was momentarily speechless. Then it hit him. The device! It must be putting these images in his mind. He stood and walked toward his twin. He reached his hand out, and touched the apparition on the shoulder. It felt real, as if there was actually a person standing there. Of course, Dr. Bashir knew that it was all just sensory responses, as if his brain *believed* it had touched the material on the other Julian's shoulder. He knew the device must be programmed for tailor to use, 'Julian' had called him Garak. Why would Garak have a program that used an image of him? He felt a sudden pang of compassion. Garak must be lonely. Julian hadn't been able to spend much time with his friend lately, and Garak didn't really have anyone else. The others on the station had learned to appreciate the tailor in recent years, but none of them ever spent any real time with him. Not like Julian. The young doctor felt a pang of loss, thinking about what had happened between them in the holosuite a few weeks ago. They had been running a spy program, and somehow they had gotten a little carried away. They ended up making love in the sand of the Arabian desert, along with an Arabian Prince who looked remarkably like Julian himself. But they hadn't spoken of the incident since, and Garak had shown no interest in repeating the experience. Julian had decided to respect Garak's wishes. "Garak, are you okay? You're awfully quiet." Garak had certainly done a good job, Julian almost couldn't tell the difference himself. "Um, yes, um ... I'm fine. Sorry. I'd love a game." Julian knew he had to get back to the infirmary, but he just couldn't resist exploring this a little further. Out of curiosity, he took off the device, and the other Julian vanished. He replace the device, and saw 'Julian' setting up the Kotra board. Garak had taught him how to play a few years ago, and he had picked it up quickly, but they hadn't played very often. Julian wondered how difficult the programmed doctor would be to beat. He was certain Garak wouldn't be satisfied with an easy win. 'Julian' made his first move, then stood and walked to the replicator as Julian responded. 'Julian' returned with a glass of Kanaar and a cup of Tarkalean tea. He placed the Kanaar in front of the genuine doctor, and took a sip of the tea. Julian was confused for a moment, before he remembered the image thought he was Garak. The game didn't take very long, the real doctor won by a landslide. Julian was a little insulted. Maybe Garak got a boost from beating the genetically engineered doctor. He took 'Julian's' last piece, and walked to the replicator to get a cup of tea. The other doctor's cup may have been imaginary, but it still smelled good. 'Julian' got up and followed him. "I lost," he said, "I guess I'll have to pay up." Julian paused. What was the point of gambling in a pretend game? Especially one that was so one-sided. That thought was cut short as his twin walked up and wrapped his arms around him. The imaginary Julian must have taken the real doctor's gaping mouth as an invitation, because he pressed his lips against his and slid his tongue into Julian's mouth. 'Julian' kissed him insistently, his hands sliding down to give the doctor's ass a firm squeeze. Julian was too shocked to move. He couldn't believe his friend would program something like this. Maybe Garak was interested in another encounter with the doctor after all. Why hadn't he said anything? Did Garak really prefer this artificial recreation of Julian to the real thing? Maybe Garak was afraid of being emotionally vulnerable. The image was growing more insistent, crushing Julian in a fierce embrace. The real doctor struggled to pull from 'Julian's' embrace. He stepped back, panting, "What are you doing?" 'Julian's' gaze darkened into a predatory stare. "Don't be coy, Garak. I know what you want." He lunged at Julian, toppling him onto bed and pinning him down. He kissed the doctor furiously, one hand sliding down inside his uniform, both men groaning as the hand gripped Julian's erection. As the young man looked up into his own lust-filled eyes, he had difficulty remembering that this wasn't really happening. It certainly felt real. *** Garak felt a wave of dizziness come over him, and stumbled a little in the corridor. He glanced around to be sure no one was watching. Dr. Bashir had been out of the infirmary long enough, Garak had decided it was time to make a discreet exit. That young man was certainly tenacious. Garak still didn't feel very well, but Garak felt he could recuperate just as well in his own quarters. As soon as he approached his door, his scanner recognized him and alerted him that someone was in his quarters. It couldn't be anyone threatening, Garak's lock could only be overridden by certain select people on the station. Anyone else would have been unable to gain access, and if they persisted, they would have gotten a nasty electrical shock. Upon entering his quarters, his keen Cardassian sense of smell immediately told him the intruder was the good doctor. He walked in and saw a small case lying open on his table, with some of his personal items packed carefully in it. Julian must have been bringing him some of his belongings, to try to convince him to stay in the infirmary. Garak was really quite fond of the young man, but he did tend to be a little naive. The sound of harsh breathing made him turn around, and then he froze. Julian was lying on his bed, with Garak's device attached to his forehead. The doctor's erection was quite obvious, and he was breathing hard. Garak wondered if that was what he looked like when he used the device himself. Julian moaned, and thrust his hips up into nothing. Garak was overcome with a wave of arousal. He began to imagine Julian making love with his own image. He closed his eyes, and could see the twin erections rubbing against each other, and all that golden skin drenched in sweat. Then Garak began to imagine *himself* with Julian, the *real* Julian. He had spent countless evenings with the artificial doctor, but seeing and touching and tasting the real thing was infinitely more appealing. He had had the good doctor once, in a holosuite. The doctor had been very aggressive that day, but ever since they hadn't spoken of the incident. It seemed to Garak that Julian had no desire to become involved with him. But watching the lusty scene before him made him wonder if he hadn't given up too quickly. When Garak decided he couldn't take it any longer, he quickly crossed the room to where Julian was laying. He climbed on the bed, on his hands and knees above the doctor. He ripped the device from Julian's forehead and dropped it to the floor. Julian blinked and looked around, obviously a little bewildered at finding himself suddenly underneath the tailor. Garak wondered how far the two humans had gotten in the image. He captured Julian's soft lips in a fierce kiss, tasting the salty sweat that had accumulated on his skin. He was almost overcome with an urge to crush his body down onto Julian's but first he had to know if the doctor wanted this. He pulled back and stared into those large brown eyes. Julian groaned from the sudden absence of stimulation. He paused long enough to realize this was Garak, the *real* Garak, and that Julian had been discovered using the device. He was too far gone to feel embarrassed, he had been close to coming when he had been interrupted. He roughly pulled Garak down on top of him, and wrapped his arms and legs around the tailor. That was all Garak needed, he began thrusting his hips against Julian's. Then he pulled back and forcefully yanked down the doctor's uniform trousers and briefs, exposing his weeping erection. He could tell Julian was close, so he lowered his head and wrapped his lips around him. He ran his tongue along the tender underside, drawing a loud groan from Julian. It was obvious the young man couldn't wait any longer, so Garak encompassed the entire erection in his mouth and sucked hard and fast. It only took a moment before Julian thrust his hips hard up into Garak's mouth, and cried out with abandon. While Julian lay there panting, and tried to recover himself, Garak busied himself with removing the rest of the doctor's clothes. Julian watched him as his breathing slowed. Once Julian was naked, Garak leaned in for another kiss, only to discover that the young man had drifted off into sleep. He was still aroused, but he wasn't about to take advantage of the unconscious doctor. One thing he had learned in the Obsidian Order was patience. *** When Julian awoke, the first thing he realized was that he was naked. He remembered coming, but he must have been cleaned up while he was asleep. He looked around for Garak. He saw the tailor sitting at his desk, working on the device with some tools. "What are you doing?" "Just making a few alterations, my love. It will only take a moment." Garak finished what he was doing, and walked over to where Julian was laying. "I think you might find this ... pleasurable." He placed the device on Julian's forehead. The doctor felt the same disorientation he felt the first time. Then an image appeared standing in the middle of Garak's quarters. But it wasn't his own image this time, it was ... Garak! The imaginary tailor was completely naked, and obviously already aroused. Julian stood up, and 'Garak' immediately walked up and grabbed him. The image leaned in to taste the tender skin of the doctor's neck, sucking on it gently. 'Garak's' hands slid down to cup the doctor's ass. Julian moaned and looked over to the real Garak. "Um, Garak. This is nice, but don't *you* want to..." "Oh, I intend to." Garak began removing his clothes, as he watched Julian embrace nothing. Garak intended to thank Julian properly for their experience in the holosuite. The imaginary Garak felt remarkably real. Their erections rubbed against each other, making the doctor gasp for air. Julian closed his eyes and leaned back in the firm embrace. "Garak, I *want* you." The real Garak smiled. "Which one of us?" He was naked now, and fully erect. He was just waiting for the proper moment to join the action. "I don't care." Julian knew he had to do *something*, or he would burst. He grabbed the nearest Garak, which happened to be the imaginary one, and flung him face down onto the bed. The image was apparently still programmed to be aggressive, as the artificial Julian had been to suit Garak's tastes, so 'Garak' immediately tried to get off the bed to regain the upper hand. Julian was too fast for him, though, and pinned the image down, bending him over the edge of the bed. He covered 'Garak', teasing his opening with the tip of his penis before pushing inside. There he paused, allowing 'Garak' to become accustomed to the penetration. Julian was about to start thrusting, when he felt hands caressing his backside. He moaned and rested his forehead on 'Garak's' back as he felt fingers caress his opening. Just as Garak began to enter him from behind, Garak's twin thrust back hard, the two of them crushing Julian between them. The doctor arched his back and shouted in pleasure. Soon the two Garaks began pushing against the doctor in unison, squeezing the young man between them with each rough thrust. Julian tried in vain to keep up with the rhythm, but in the end just clung to the false Garak and hung on for dear life. Garak wrapped his arms around the young man. When his hands encountered skin that was pressed against the imaginary Garak, it produced a tingling sensation. When the tailor reached down to grip Julian's erection, the doctor gasped as he was overcome with sensation. Julian lost control and began to thrust hard and fast into 'Garak', but into Garak's hands at the same time. The very small part of Julian's mind that was still functioning was aware of Garak thrusting into him one last time and crying out. Julian felt his orgasm building in him, centering around his groin. When it encompassed his whole body, he threw his head back and shouted. His hands closed reflexively on 'Garak's' neck ridges, making the image cry out in pain. Everything started to grow dark, and as Julian drifted off into oblivion, he could still feel himself coming. *** When Julian woke, he found himself nose to nose with the sleeping tailor. They were in Garak's bed, wrapped in a soft blanket. Julian snuggled closer to the older man, causing Garak to stir. Gray eyelids lifted, showing warm twinkling blue eyes. Julian regarded Garak suspiciously. "What are you doing out of the infirmary?" Garak smiled and leaned in for a kiss, running his hands along Julian's bare skin. "Garak, you're still sick. You should be in the infirmary. You could be contagious." "I'm fine. Humans are immune to Bolian flu, and I have no intention of being around anyone else." He kissed the doctor again, tenderly, then kissed down Julian's neck to his chest. "Garak?" "Hmmm?" Garak was nuzzling against golden skin. "Let's not wait three weeks to do this again, okay?" "I agree." Garak answered very solemnly. Julian looked down and noticed the device lying on the side of the bed. He picked it up, and acted like he was going to toss it away, "And you won't be needing this anymore." Garak's hand stopped him from discarding it. "I'm sure we can find a use for it." Garak rolled on top of Julian, kissing him and pressing him into the mattress. The end.