darththalia (darththalia) wrote in tpm_flashback, @ 2005-01-10 15:15:00 |
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Original poster: hominysnark
Title: Reciprocity
Author: Alex
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Q/O, Q/X, O/X, X/pretty much everyone
Summary: Umak Leth wants to test a new invention; a bored Xanatos seizes the opportunity and becomes her willing subject. Mayhem ensues.
Warnings: "UNDERAGE Obi-Wan. If you hate chan fic, this one's not for you. Also -- there are few things I take as seriously as Star Wars, but this fic is nothing but pure, unadulterated fluff. What else...there will be bondage-smut (duh). There will be kink. There will be crudeness of all sorts. There will be unadulterated use of cliches."
Author's e-mail, web site and/or LJ id: http://creed207.tripod.com/alex/, splix71@yahoo.com, splix
Link to story: http://creed207.tripod.com/alex/recipro
Reasons for recommending: This is my bonus rec, so I’m choosing this story in honor of Alex finally being released from the clutches of modern medicine--yay! Also, because it’s the one story that never fails to make me laugh out loud, frequently. It’s an uproariously funny take on the old body-switching idea. And it has little to do with canon characterization, which is another reason I love it so--Alex’s Xanatos is far more fun than anyone else’s, and in this story he’s just delicious.
Quote from story: He woke up cold.
He sat up, his body aching, his head feeling as though someone had stuffed it with wool. He was unbound, though, and that was a relief.
The room was empty; Xanatos and Umak had apparently deserted him. Obi-Wan wondered what their purpose had been -- to abduct him, then abandon him? It was passing strange, but then nothing Xanatos ever did was predictable.
He shuddered as he realized he was naked, and that he had to piss. No wonder he was so cold. He stood and made his way to the 'fresher, a bit unsteadily.
The ground seemed further away for some reason. What sort of drug did she give me? he wondered. It's wrought hell on my equilibrium. He made it to the 'fresher and pissed, yawning widely. He looked down, blinking the sleep from his eyes. Qui-Gon would need to be told about this. Doubtless he was concerned for Obi-Wan's safety by now -- it seemed as though much time had elapsed.
Obi-Wan shook himself off, then froze.
That was...not his penis. Not his penis nestled in a thatch of black, curling hair. Not his hands holding the organ, not his skin that glowed with an almost translucent whiteness.
Obi-Wan stumbled to the mirror, unable to believe the faint, terrified suspicion floating in the back of his mind. Impossible. Not possible. Not --
Not his face in the mirror. Another's face.
Xanatos' face.