I’m not saying I’m cursed by Satan or I’m a bad person I’m just saying I’ve never had as much fun writing as I have with this Garak/Dukat fic I’m nearly finished writing.
And I think the reason I am enjoying it is because I’m assuming nobody will like it. Except those that like it, of course.
“Dukat, did anyone ever tell you that your voice sounds like a nest of flatulent voles?"
"Oh, do you prefer his? Is that why you wanted me to fuck you from behind like a riding hound, so you could imagine it was him?"
"Yes, that's exactly why. I find every part of you objectionable except your choch, so if you wouldn't mind getting on with it, I'd be extremely *grateful* to you, my *dear* Skrain, for doing me this *generous* favour."
