This story (and the sequel) were inspired by the following conversation snippets on "Tea for Two", the G/B discussion list.

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Laurie:
>I wonder...  We know Cardassians like it warm, but do they prefer dry air or
>humid (desert vs. jungle)?  Garak could either run around the desert with
>Prince Feisal (everyone's seen Lawrence after Arabia, right?), or he and
>Julian Bashir Super Secret Super Spy could search for diamonds in the jungle.

Vicki:
>Can you just see *Garak* checking Feisal out?  And the instant
>thought, "YUMMY" (or the Cardassian equivalent) coming to mind!

Mark:
> mmm... Feisal. I'm sure Garak would enjoy that. Bashir, Julian Bashir, too.
> Let's do both, shall we?

Laurie again:
> At the same time?  Yummy!!!!

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Thus, here's the story:

-- Julian Sandwich --
by Laurie Streenz
StreenzL@aol.com

Rated R :)

PWP - just enough plot to get Garak and two Julian's together, hence the
title.

I've only seen Lawrence of Arabia once, and A Dangerous Man a couple of times,
so I'm not sure how accurate I got the details.  Hopefully I'll be forgiven.
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"Hey, it's a holosuite.  Can't we turn down the temperature a few degrees?"

"Nonsense.  I find this environment quite comfortable."

"That's because you're Cardassian."

"Our guide is a human, and he doesn't seem to mind."

"Our guide is a hologram!"

"Are you certain we're going in the right direction?"

"Of course.  Watch for a cluster of tents.  That's where we'll find the
Prince."

"The ruler of this area lives in a tent in the middle of a desert?  I thought
your people were more advanced in this time period."

"Only in certain parts of the world.  If you don't like it, we can always try
a different program."

"You are the one who was complaining.  We've come this far, we might as well
see it through.  What did you say these animals were called?"

"Camels.  Look, We're almost there.  We should get back into character."

"Very well, *Agent* Bashir."

"No, Garak, just call me Julian.  We're supposed to be reporters, remember?
We don't want to blow our cover."

The afternoon sun beat down on the three men.  Garak and Julian rode side by
side, about fifteen meters behind their guide, a dark and quiet Arabian they had
paid well to bring them to find Prince Feisal.  They had tracked an assassin
here all the way from England.  He was apparently planning to assassinate
Prince Feisal.  They didn't know what the killer looked like, but they knew he
had arrived here ahead of them.  As they rode, they began to see three small
figures approaching them.  As they grew closer, it became clear they were men
on camelback.  The guide stopped his camel and dismounted.  Garak and Julian
did the same.  The three other men came to their location and dismounted.  Two
of them were dressed very much like the guide, but one was wearing very fine
clothes that were elegantly adorned.  It was obvious he was the Prince they
had come to find.  Garak and Julian got a first look at his face.  Julian was
shocked.

"He looks just like me!  I don't understand."

"It must be a coincidence."

"A coincidence that the assassination target looks exactly like the hero?
That's absurd.  Who wrote this program?"

"I'm sure I don't know."

"You picked it out, Garak.  Don't you know who wrote it?"  As they talked,
they watched Julian's clone tend to his animal and talk to his two companions
and the guide.  He apparently instructed them to give him some privacy with
the newcomers, because they took all the camels by the reins and began to
walk into the distance.

"I don't see how it matters.  It is only a holosuite, after all."  Garak
looked at Julian, who was staring at nothing.  "Julian, are you all right?"

"What?  Oh, um, yes.  I'm fine.  He certainly is ... attractive, isn't he?"

"I believe they call that narcissism."

"*I* believe they call that an invitation." Both Garak and Julian jumped at
hearing Julian's own voice behind them.  They whirled to find Prince Feisal
watching them.  Julian and Feisal looked at each other, as a hot breeze danced
around them.  

Julian looked at Garak, "You're right, Garak.  It *is* just a holosuite.
Anything is possible."  Julian then turned to Feisal, and stepped forward to
capture the Prince's lips in a passionate kiss.  The two men slid their arms
around each other and pressed close together.

Garak watched with a stunned look on his face.  This was not exactly what he
had planned when he wrote this program.  He had thought it would be amusing.
He always looked for opportunities to tease his friend.  But now he was
beginning to grow hard as he watched the two Julians embrace.  This situation
had distinct possibilities, which he intended to explore.  

Garak walked up to the two men, and stood behind the doctor.  He pressed
himself up behind the young man, and began caressing his body.  Julian groaned
into Feisal's mouth.  Garak slid his hands around between the two look-alikes,
and began rubbing their twin erections.  All three men were breathing hard and
pressing their bodies hard against each other, straining for stimulation.
Julian squirmed enough to turn around and kiss Garak.  As Garak's tongue
explored the doctor's mouth insistently, Prince Feisal reached into his robes
and pulled out a long curved dagger.  He pulled on the back of Julian's
holosuite costume, and slit it open all the way down.  He began to caress
Julian's back and bare shoulders, and Garak took the opportunity to slide his
hands down to squeeze the doctor's ass.  The Prince stepped back and quickly
stripped out of his robes, as Garak rid Julian of the remaining tatters of his
clothes.  

Then both Julian and Feisal pounced on Garak.  They had him naked and on his
back on the hot sand in a matter of moments.  Julian straddled his waist and
leaned over to kiss him again.  Feisal sat on Garak's legs and wrapped one
hand around the Cardassian's erection, and caressed Julian's behind with the
other.  Julian thrust his tongue into Garak's mouth.  He kissed the tailor
with the force of all the emotions he had been repressing all these years -
all the words that had gone unspoken between them during all those lunches,
neither of them ever admitting what they both knew they wanted.

The Prince moved off of Garak's legs and considered the two other men.  Feisal
indicated Garak and said, "You, I want you.  Lay on your stomach."  It was
obvious the Prince was used to people following his orders.  Hearing Julian's
voice speaking so forcefully made Garak's erection stiffen almost painfully.
The real Julian started to move off of Garak so he could comply, but Garak
grabbed him and rolled, pressing Julian to the ground.  Garak pulled Julian's
legs apart and entered him almost immediately, making him cry out with
abandon.  Then Garak looked over at Feisal, smiled, and shook his behind just
slightly.  The Prince took the hint, and came up behind Garak, brushing the
sand off his gray buttocks and thighs.  

Garak scooped up a handful of sand, and poured it on Julian's tender chest.
The young man gasped.  It wasn't painful, but the sand was very hot.  Soon
Feisal entered Garak, and all three men groaned in unison.  Garak found it
hard to get a good grip, because he kept slipping on the sand, so he used the
Prince's weight to add force to his thrusts.  Feisal reached around Garak to
wrap his fingers around Julian's erection and stroke him firmly.  

As the pace quickened, Garak suddenly looked up to see Chief O'Brien
approaching them, wearing black robes and carrying a silver knife.  The very
small part of his brain that was still functioning began to panic, fearing the
rest of the station would discover this little ... adventure.  Then he
remembered what other changes he had made to this program.  "Computer, remove
assassin".  The figure of O'Brien vanished without comment.

Julian stared at him in confusion, "What?"

"Nothing."  

Feisal's thrusts started coming with an intense force.  Garak found it almost
impossible to keep up, so finally he relented and let himself be fucked hard
and fast, in turn being pushed hard into Julian.  All three men moaned with
every thrust.  Garak came first, shouting as he threw his head back and
spilled his fluid into Julian.  Feisal and Julian orgasmed simultaneously.
Julian groaned and his come spurted against Garak's belly and covered Feisal's
hands.  The Prince opened his mouth but no sound came out, as he trembled and
came inside Garak.  For a moment Garak felt a little strange knowing he was
filled with holographic come, and wondered what it would feel like when the
program ended. 

All three men collapsed in an exhausted heap, Julian on his back, Garak with
his head on Julian's chest, and Prince Feisal leaning against Garak's back.
They lay there for some moments, trying to regain their breath.  Suddenly,
Julian sat bolt upright, tumbling the other two to the sand.  "Ohmygod!"

Garak sat up and looked at his friend, now his lover.  "What's wrong?"

"Quark records sessions in his holosuites, doesn't he?"  Julian's eyes were
wide with fear.

"Relax.  I always disable Quark's little voyeuristic devices before I enter
any holosuite."

Julian relaxed visibly, and lay back down on the sand, as Garak made a mental
note to relieve Quark of a certain interesting holosuite recording.  Garak was
still sitting up, and Feisal sat up to wrap an arm around the Cardassian, and
whisper in his ear, "That was wonderful."  Garak felt the Prince's cock begin
to harden once again.

Garak looked at the Prince, and then turned back to Julian, "Are you up for
another round?"

Julian smiled mischievously.  "Absolutely.  Computer, change Prince Feisal
character to look like Elim Garak."

The End.