Julian ran multiple tests on a sample of the cordial. Seemed safe enough. Of course, he couldn’t be sure of its exact effects, but he finally decided a popular Cardassian drink couldn’t really be harmful to Cardassians–not more than Garak’s favorite Kanar at any rate.
So he brought the bottle home, poured out a sherry glass full, set it out with some salty snacks, and stashed the bottle.
He heard the door swish open from the shower. Garak was home early. Good. He took his time, exfoliating and lotioning, hoping Garak would follow his usually irritating pattern of finishing his snacks and drinks.
Julian left the shower, towel around his waist, and headed to the bedroom. He was almost to the bed when Garak tackled him from behind, pushing him down. Garak bit his neck. He smiled. Well done, Quark. This was going to be a good night.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/17720909/chapters/41806727
To be continued…Read chapter one here.
