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Alien physiology is a curious thing Julian thinks as he swipes his tongue up that gorgeous, fucking divine seam of Garaks. The Cardassians legs thrown one over each of julians shoulders, scaled hot flesh quivering under his firm grasp. Hot little whimpers escaping the normally prim reserved tailor, noises that drive Julian wild, sending even more blood to his ready straining prick. But this is just too good, Garaks Ajan slowly parting under his greedy tongue, his prUt slowly, disobediently everting, despite Garak straining to hold it back. Julian grins, eyes flick to Garaks hands wound in tight knots into the sheets - another set of his precious expensive andorian silk bed sheets ruined. No doubt there would be querulous complaining later, but now.. well..
"Guls .. human..!" Garak gasps, breath ragged, voice tight from the strain of holding in his eversion
"Not yet" Julian growls, moving his face away from Garaks' needy slit to hold onto his eyes, to warn him that he was not yet done and that there would be consequences for disobedience. Garak could only whimper helplessly, head flopping back on to the ruined sheets.
Julian smiled, turning his attention to Garaks chuen for a moment, lapping up the excretion that had somehow pooled there amid Garaks writhing. The Cardassians hips bucked, whimpers turned to moaning to a thin, pitiful pleading "Julian…"
"Not. Yet.." Julian repeated, voice still firm, glad that the slight swell of the Cardassian's soft stomach hid his smirk.
'By the prophets' Julian thought, seeing the tip of Garaks prUt hovering at the edge of his seam, a startlingly blue organ, nestled in the most fucking delicious blue folds that surely ever existed. That magnificent organ the source of so much amazing.. delicious..
Julian probed deeper, his mouth covering the peeping tapered tip of Garaks magnificant prUt, tongue finding and following the gently spiked ridges down deeper inside Garak.
nside Garak.
"Oh god Garak.." Julian murmured, although with his mouth and tongue so otherwise engaged it came out as a series of muffled noises ".. you taste so bloody amazing"
How had it come to pass that Julian and Elim had ended up in such a thoroughly scandalous position - As Garak had phrased it - well, of course, Kelas Parmak had been largely to blame. Well, that's how Julian saw it. Garak blamed shoddy housekeeping and the humans outlandish and frankly suicidal willingness to put any random substance they stumbled across into their mouthes, and State knows it was a good job Cardassia had found their primitive pre-warp civilisation when it did, thus preventing some awful fate befalling the humans - like a Vulcan invasion, or worse Romulans. Kelas had nothing to say on the matter, which in its self was odd.
It had all begin, or rather, it had all come out, one swelteringly hot summer evening. Garak and Kelas were draped happily over several sofas - their tails languidly falling over the back, idly swishing as they debated some finer point from their latest literary choice. Julain had tried to join in on several occasions - in the interest of being a good housemate and all. But 'the neverending sacrifice' had been by far the most dull piece of literature it had ever been his misfortune to thumb through, and when he'd tried to field that view point, he had been thoroughly shot down by both the Cardassians, and finished off by being told that his "narrow-minded human point of view", was "woefully uncultured" and "a prime example of why a Cardassian presence on Earth was so very important to the continuation of Humanity as a species on their own planet - let alone as one hoping to venture out into the wider Galaxy" .. and well, after that scathing review of his planet, Julian had decided that Book Club was not for him, not unless he could get one of them to attempt some earth offerings where he could at least argue his case.
Tired of listening to the insufferable lizards argue what seemed to be quintessentially the same side of a particularly dull plot point that somehow merited more attention than the whole preceding chapter, and truth be told, tired of trying not to stare at their magnificent, basically naked bodies sprawling itself consciously over the entire living room, Julian had decided to have another go at baking something.
The two Cardassians were more often than not 'naked' when in the apartment. Of course Garak had sniffed reproachfully when Julian had ventured to say something about it being slightly inappropriate, and pointed out that as they lacked any of the untidy and frankly ridiculous external genitalia that humans were 'so fond of' that the 'frankly narrow-minded human perspective on propriety' was hardly valid, and that had been an end to it. Julian, conscious that rental prices all across the city were eye-wateringly expensive, had decided that really, it was no hardship.
He had pretty soon after definitely decided that it was no hardship, and that their acres of colourful scales, lithe serpentine ('honestly Julain, how can you insult us so') bodies, and slightly dexterous tails that Julian could imagine - well, that was when he'd realised that the decision to take the apartment with these two Cardassians had perhaps not been entirely motivated by the low price, and that no longer was he subconsciously a xenophile, but was rapidly very conscious of being a raging one.
Wiping more sweat off his brow, Julian set down his recipe book - a well stained (from splashes of various batters and cake mixes and nothing else thank you very much) and well thumbed hand written notebook. All but indecipherable to anyone not in the medical profession. He had originally started baking to impress his various dates, but quickly found that home made cakes and biscuits were infinitely superior (and often cheaper) than store-bought products. Over the last year or so he had developed a bit of a talent for it.
Of course Garak and Parmak both had complained that the cakes were 'hideously far too sweet’ and that it ‘explained the endless saccharine drivel in human literature' . Julian was determined to create something they liked. If only to shut Garaks thoroughly kissable yet infinitely infuriating mouth for five god-damm minutes. This time he had a plan.
Those damn lizards had been holding out on him. A week ago, Julian had come home to find the most outrageous mess in the apartment. At first he had thought the apartment had been ransacked, but after a few moments of panic the hissing cries of pleasure in unrestrained Kardassi, and the unmistakable odour of rutting Cardassians had drifted in from Kelas' bedroom.
Tired, and hungry, Julian had shrugged and started tidying. The living room had taken most of the damage, with papers and cushions thrown everywhere, but the kitchen too had seen some action. There were the remains of a meal strewn across the worktop, and a vivid blue syrup smeared all over the top, and sides, and front, and floor.
To this day, face buried between Garaks trembling, luscious thighs, tongue as deep into Garak as it could possibly get (and Julians tongue was, as he'd been told several times, amazingly long and talented), Julian had no idea what had made him risk tasting that odd syrup. By all the gods in the universe he was glad he had.
At first he'd been annoyed, Garak normally kept a very tidy household, and had spent months chiding Julian for leaving the slightest thing out of place. This unholy mess was an affront to everything neat and orderly. Then there was that blue syrup. He had tentatively poked a finger into it, primarily to see if it would wipe off sensibly, or if it was some weird alien substance that would need scraping or something. He'd stared at it on his finger for a long moment, rubbing it between finger and thumb. It looked and felt like 'ordinary' syrup, it was just the colour of blue raspberries, like the iced slushies Julian was so fond of (Garak had looked on in fascinated horror the first time he'd seen Julain eating ice) . And then, because it really did look like
raspberry syrup, tasting it to see if it was blue-raspberry syrup had seemed like a logical step.
It had in fact it tasted like, as if.. as if blue-raspberry syrup had an orgasm and been bottled in a state of blissful high. Julian had - somewhat self consciously- licked all of it off the counter top, and, yes, he had to admit it, most of what had dribbled down the sides of the work top too. And, OK, yes, in somewhat of an aroused daze he'd actually considered finishing off the spots he could see on the floor. Thankfully the frankly obscene snarls and cries and groans coming from the occupied bedroom had somehow brought Julian back to some level of awareness before he'd started licking the actual floor.
So, those scaly bastards had been holding out on him. All the time Garak had been bemoaning Julians sweet tooth, they'd had a bottle of literal nectar hidden in a cupboard somewhere. Well, Julian had decided there and then that the next time he made a cake he would just literally layer the stuff in the cake, and let them just try and say it was too sweet!
So this was how on that sticky hot evening Julian found himself ransacking the kitchen. Determined to find the bottle.. or tub.. or cube.. or whatever it damn well came in.
The two Cardassians were still deeply engrossed in their argument - Julian suspected that arguing counted as flirting to these drama lizards - and didn't that raise more than a few uncomfortable - and to be frank, hopeful - questions about Garaks near constant nit-picking at him.
Julian had pretty much exhausted all the kitchen cupboards and turned up nothing, he was just contemplating throwing on a shirt and some sandals and heading out to Ghemor's the local Cardassian grocer to try and buy some when Garak caught his attention with a long melodramatic sigh
"For Guls sake Julian, whatever are you doing? We are trying to enjoy this lovely heat - now your perpetually fridgid planet has finally deined to warm up -" Julian didn't bother to interrupt Garak to point out that 36° celsius was hardly frigid - even by Cardassian standards "and all I can hear is you clattering about. What in all for the Union are you doing?"
"Where is it Garak??" Julian asked, still ransacking the final cupboard "come on you've been holding out on me far too long!"
Garak sighed again, his special long suffering enlightened and educated Cardassian humouring his pet human sigh "Just what in all the State are you talking about?"
"Don't play dumb with me Garak. That amazing raspberry sauce you have been hiding!"
"Whatever are you blathering on about? What is a raspberry?" From in the cupboard Julian could just see the face that accompanied Garaks words, and he stood up fast - too fast
"Oww! Damn it!! " He swore as he banged his head on the cupboard on its way out. Full of some ill defined righteous indignity he marched over to the two lounging lizards "that blue syrup! All this time you've been berating me for my sweet tooth and you two have been hiding that from me!!"
Julian could actually see cogs turning in Garaks mind, Parmak just staring at him, expression totally unreadable.
"...blue syrup?" Garak said carefully after a long silent pause, the kind that you could hear softly flapping butterfly wings in.
Julian gestured at the kitchen exasperatedly "Yes. Garak. Blue syrup. You two left it smeared all over the kitchen the other week."
Mentally Julian frowned - Garak looked…. Sheepish, guilty? He thrust that aside, determined to get to the bottom of it now "I came home, you two were clearly rutting in the bedroom, and had left an unholy mess in here - which I cleaned up I might add."
" and you want this blue syrup now?" Garak said carefully, the sheepish look firmly masked by a bland expression that Julian knew by now was Garaks poker face
"Yes. Garak.."
Parmak had an odd expression, like swallowing laughter, Julians exasperation melting into confusion as the situation was once again taking one of those Cardassian turns, where nothing was what it seemed and Julian would be about to lose some long held belief to the 'infinitely superior' Cardassian worldview
" and ..just what do you need it for?" Caution in Garaks voice. Perhaps this raspberry stuff was.. expensive, or rare.. or something
" I'm going to put it on my damned cake, Garak."
Parmak choked, actually choked, and Garaks scales abruptly flushed several interesting shades before settling on a really deep, rich, vivid blue, that, oh. His neck ridges had engorged, quite suddenly, and the large scales leading up to his 'kinat’hU' scale were incredibly blue.
Julian swallowed. Hard. That wasn't the only thing that was Hard. Gakak was frozen, like a rabbit in the headlights which was very disconcerting, and somehow somewhat arousing, Julian had often fantasised in his weaker moments about silencing that amazing mouth, the reality no less enjoyable than his imagination. Parmak had recovered, and stopped spluttering.
" you say it was raspberry flavoured?" Kelas asked, an unusually cautious tone to his question
"Yes-" Julian said, risking a glance at Garak - God had he turned somehow even bluer? Yes, he had.. he definitely had. It suited him, he looked amazing.. Julian risked a sweep of his eyes over the rest of Garaks -not- naked body, just to see if that startling blue had appeared elsewhere on Garak. And oh, by the Prophets it had. The tips of all Garaks ridges swirling along his body, around the chufas - which were also sporting a myriad of blues - and down to his.. his… oh god.
Garaks Ajan had swollen, just slightly. Julian groaned, trying to stifle a sudden rush of pure lust, thin shorts tenting outwards, his prick rock solid hard and angry at being restrained.
Suddenly clarity hit him. In a solid chagin-ing rush. Julians eyes transfixed on Garaks seam, at the liquid trickling out
"I .. is…" Julain tried to speak, his voice nothing but a tiny squeak. His knees almost buckled, as Kelas Parmak, with all the casualness in the world - like he was reading a newspaper, leaned over to Garak, and scooped up a glob of the vivid raspberry blue liquid trickling out of Garak with his thumb and held it up to inspect.
After examining it visually for a moment, Parmak tentatively licked the glob off his thumb. Julian was sure there was a spreading wet patch of his own on the front of his shorts, his eyes locked on the scene infront of him. Garak had frozen under Parmaks sudden touch, but Julian thought he could hear a tiny little whimper escaping his silenced mouth.
Parmak grimaced "Well, if that's what raspberries taste like, I certainly don't want to try them. Make a note of that Elim" Garak whimpered audibly this time as Kelas physically parted his seam, coaxing more liquid out, Julian's eyes ricocheted between Parmaks face and Garaks… Garaks gaping Ajan. Apparently Garak had a bit of an exhibitionist streak, as his seam had definitely parted, and, oh, God, Julian could make out what could only be the tip of his PrUt trying to evert. Parmak had evidently also seen it and had shot a sharp glance at Garak. One that clearly forbade eversion.
"And.. you say you liked the taste of raspberries?" Parmak asked.
Julians eyes widened, he was no slouch, and if this conversation was headed where he most definitely hoped it was going "Oh, god yes.. very much so…" his head nodding like a damn wobble toy. Garak was moaning audibly, tail just writhing, Julian was sure he had surreptitiously hitched a leg up higher on the sofa, spraying his Ajan wider.
Parmak openly stared at Julians openly straining shorts for a long moment, before smiling broadly, and turning to Garak, who was by now sitting in a slippery, messy puddle - 'god Lord no wonder that stuff was everywhere' Julian thought to himself, just how much of it can he make? And didn't that thought produce a mental image of just pleasuring Garak for hours, just lapping it up until either Julain drowned in it or Garak expired from dehydration, and wouldn't it be worth it .
Julian shuffled from foot to foot, just dying under the Cardassians appraising gaze..
"Please…" he all but whimpered, praying to the Prophets- that he suddenly decided to believe in, because how else had he even delivered into this situation so neatly- that even with the cross-cultural barrier of an entire galaxy he had read Parmaks train of thought correctly. And how had his brain so quickly decided that eating the divine syrup straight from its waiting, writhing, groaning source was exactly the thing he needed right now. Cooling cake mix on the side completely forgotten. God, if that .. sauce? was even half as amazing directly from the source as it had been licked cold from a dirty worktop then Julian thought he wouldn't care if he never ate solid food ever again.
"Kelas…" Garak whimpered, and Parmak laughed, breaking the tension that had grown in the room, he gestured dismissively at Garak
"Be my guest"
Julian swore he had broken some land speed record, as he all but fell across the room, wondering if just perhaps, this stuff the Cardassian was so joyfully excreting was slightly addictive 'really Julian? Do you think?' The last rational shred of his mind supplied.
Julian found himself kneeling on Garaks' expensive rug, hands on inner thighs, kneading and massaging them, breathing in that pleasant aroma that Julian had up until now assumed was some weird air freshener, nope. It was raw Cardassian sex. He didn't think it was possible to get any harder than he already was, but apparently it was. Up close and personal with his first Ajan, Julian was amazed by the myriad of colours, the inviting softness of the startling blue folds…the…the sheer volume of liquid coming out of Garak.. no wonder the kitchen had been such a damned mess… no wonder they had two washing machines…no wonder-
"Julian!" Garaks voice was hard and demanding, and instantly pulled Julian out of his frozen reverie, startled his eyes shot up, and oh god did that view make his cock twitch. He took in Garaks swollen, parting Ajan, the tip of his straining prUt, the dip of his chuen, and chula, scales flushed a dark needy blue. And Garkaks face, strained, glittering blue eyes filled with lust, as needy as Julians own eyes "- stop thinking so loud, for Guls sake"
Right. Yes. He needed no more encouragement, what he needed was to bury his face in Garak. So he did.
The first drop of Garak’s 'ocean' - as Parmak was cheerfully explaining they called it, though for all the best intentions in the world Julians brain had no spare capacity for listening to another of Parmak's educational lectures right now, and would he just be quiet, or join in or something and let Julian focus on this nectar - hit his tongue and he had to bite it to keep from cumming right there and then 'aphrodisiac too' his brain pointed out.
Garak moaned as cursed and hissed and lapsed in to Kardassi, or became otherwise incomprehensible, and all Julian could make out was Kelas gently telling him no, to hold himself inside, and Garak cursing, in ten languages. Julian licked and slurped, just devouring every drop he could get to, and when every scale inch of Garaks thighs and seam had been thoroughly licked clean he probed inside greedily seeking the source of that nectar.
Suddenly Garak couldn't hold himself, with round impressed eyes Julian watched the almost simultaneous eversion, and rain fall, which, as Julian quickly found, tasted like decadent chocolate truffles. Garak collapsed back panting, slowly inverting and moaning as Julian chased the retreating prUt with his tongue.
Kelas was watching on with no little amusement, Julains blue soaked face, Garak totally spent and shuddering with aftershocks "my, that did look like fun .."