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applecameronTitle : "Oh, My Father, My Father"
Author : SV, 1999
Category: vignette, m/m, Garak/Tain
Rating : R
Spoilers: none
keywords: incest, angst. If the thought of incest troubles you deeply, I suggest you don't read on.
disclaim: All the usual meaningless disclaimers apply.
Reprinted by the express permission of the author.
"Will you do this?" _for me_ was the unspoken ending. The older man in the bed was stocky, his neck ridges thick and
powerful. A man of means, a Cardassian who had reached high places courtesy of sheer talent, connections, and a generous helping ofruthlessness.
Their lovemaking had been unhurried, paced, almost a formality after so long. But their joint cries of pleasure still represented truths neither could permit themselves to admit elsewhere. Elim's gasped and strangled "oh, father", could still open Tain up in ways no one else ever had.
These moments confirmed their loyalty, the bond between father and son, teacher and student, master and protege. Because it's hard to lie to your child, to your father, with your very skin in the act of passion, the act of unbaring, the act of submitting, the act of claiming.
Familial bonds are very tight on Cardassia. A child owes respect and duty, but it is the most treasured of children who gives up his entire self to that duty, who breathes life into the desire of his father, and honor to family.
Garak shifted to press against warm flesh, looking up to the ceiling as if considering the request for the first time. After a pause designed -- they both knew -- to show just the perfectly suitable amount of filial devotion, he nodded, twice, and said, "I will". As if plans and counter-plans had not built toward this moment in the great games they played with their lives, as if it was a simple request, not exile to Terok Nor.
"I will miss you." _I will miss knowing you, as a father knows his son_. Intimately, completely.
"And I, you, father."
"Your ship leaves tomorrow." Gruff, unconcerned as Garak rose and began dressing, carefully, for the last time as a member of the Obsidian Order. Perhaps. Perhaps not.
Composed, one son, dressed, staring down at the body of his father, undressed, unconsciously arrogant in his power, familial and political:
"You don't need to worry about me, Tain." Pause. "Enjoy your retirement."
And then he was gone.
Author : SV, 1999
Category: vignette, m/m, Garak/Tain
Rating : R
Spoilers: none
keywords: incest, angst. If the thought of incest troubles you deeply, I suggest you don't read on.
disclaim: All the usual meaningless disclaimers apply.
Reprinted by the express permission of the author.
"Will you do this?" _for me_ was the unspoken ending. The older man in the bed was stocky, his neck ridges thick and
powerful. A man of means, a Cardassian who had reached high places courtesy of sheer talent, connections, and a generous helping ofruthlessness.
Their lovemaking had been unhurried, paced, almost a formality after so long. But their joint cries of pleasure still represented truths neither could permit themselves to admit elsewhere. Elim's gasped and strangled "oh, father", could still open Tain up in ways no one else ever had.
These moments confirmed their loyalty, the bond between father and son, teacher and student, master and protege. Because it's hard to lie to your child, to your father, with your very skin in the act of passion, the act of unbaring, the act of submitting, the act of claiming.
Familial bonds are very tight on Cardassia. A child owes respect and duty, but it is the most treasured of children who gives up his entire self to that duty, who breathes life into the desire of his father, and honor to family.
Garak shifted to press against warm flesh, looking up to the ceiling as if considering the request for the first time. After a pause designed -- they both knew -- to show just the perfectly suitable amount of filial devotion, he nodded, twice, and said, "I will". As if plans and counter-plans had not built toward this moment in the great games they played with their lives, as if it was a simple request, not exile to Terok Nor.
"I will miss you." _I will miss knowing you, as a father knows his son_. Intimately, completely.
"And I, you, father."
"Your ship leaves tomorrow." Gruff, unconcerned as Garak rose and began dressing, carefully, for the last time as a member of the Obsidian Order. Perhaps. Perhaps not.
Composed, one son, dressed, staring down at the body of his father, undressed, unconsciously arrogant in his power, familial and political:
"You don't need to worry about me, Tain." Pause. "Enjoy your retirement."
And then he was gone.