Fic-tease...

“You’ve been claimed, Tony. Welcome to your life as a sub."

The reason I haven't posted much to this journal over the past few months is because I'm now (goes and checks) 179,000 words into a massive BDSM epic ficcy. And now I'm nearly, very nearly, soooo nearly there. Just a bit more writing to do. So I thought it was time for a teaser. I know how much you LOVE it when I do this...(ducks angry insults hurled in my general direction).

Only trouble is, I can't tell you the name of the story yet (and it's partly because I haven't quite settled on one, but partly something else *g*). This story was prompted, a hundred years ago, by Nikita asking me for a "training" fic. She felt that the Tony in HiPS was already pretty well trained, and she wanted something a bit more virginal *g*. So I pitched an idea to her, and she was enthused, and so was I...and neither of us had ANY IDEA that it would grow into this monster.

Just to let you know - there is a LOT of graphic BDSM in this story. It's all very loving and consensual, but there's lots of it, and it's graphic. It's NOT set in the BDSM-verse though. Also, although it started out as "training", and there's plenty of that in it, it got kind of sidetracked, so there's a whole lot of other stuff going on too and a massive angsty plot arc. This one isn't like "Damage" or "Andy" or that kind of fic. It's a big, escapist, romantic, kinky and somewhat bonkers soap opera of a story.

Okay, so after being maddeningly enigmatic, I'll post the following:

Coming Soon! (but I have no idea when *g*)

Title: ?????
Author: Xanthe
Fandom: NCIS
Pairing: Gibbs/DiNozzo
Genre: Slash
Categories: BDSM, angst, romance, escapist kinky fantasy
Rating: NC17/FRAO
Status: Complete
Wordcount: ?????

Extract 1: He didn't see the people, or the bizarre clothes some of them were wearing, or anything else. He just saw Tony, stripped to the waist, wearing a pair of sinfully tight black leather pants that moulded to his ass, leaving nothing to the imagination. His body was pressed up against a whipping post, and there was a blindfold around his eyes. And behind him…behind him, some bastard was raising a flogger and preparing to lay a stroke on Tony's exposed back.

Extract 2: “You’ve been claimed, Tony. Welcome to your life as a sub."

Fic-tease...

“You’ve been claimed, Tony. Welcome to your life as a sub."

The reason I haven't posted much to this journal over the past few months is because I'm now (goes and checks) 179,000 words into a massive BDSM epic ficcy. And now I'm nearly, very nearly, soooo nearly there. Just a bit more writing to do. So I thought it was time for a teaser. I know how much you LOVE it when I do this...(ducks angry insults hurled in my general direction).

Only trouble is, I can't tell you the name of the story yet (and it's partly because I haven't quite settled on one, but partly something else *g*). This story was prompted, a hundred years ago, by Nikita asking me for a "training" fic. She felt that the Tony in HiPS was already pretty well trained, and she wanted something a bit more virginal *g*. So I pitched an idea to her, and she was enthused, and so was I...and neither of us had ANY IDEA that it would grow into this monster.

Just to let you know - there is a LOT of graphic BDSM in this story. It's all very loving and consensual, but there's lots of it, and it's graphic. It's NOT set in the BDSM-verse though. Also, although it started out as "training", and there's plenty of that in it, it got kind of sidetracked, so there's a whole lot of other stuff going on too and a massive angsty plot arc. This one isn't like "Damage" or "Andy" or that kind of fic. It's a big, escapist, romantic, kinky and somewhat bonkers soap opera of a story.

Okay, so after being maddeningly enigmatic, I'll post the following:

Coming Soon! (but I have no idea when *g*)

Title: ?????
Author: Xanthe
Fandom: NCIS
Pairing: Gibbs/DiNozzo
Genre: Slash
Categories: BDSM, angst, romance, escapist kinky fantasy
Rating: NC17/FRAO
Status: Complete
Wordcount: ?????

Extract 1: He didn't see the people, or the bizarre clothes some of them were wearing, or anything else. He just saw Tony, stripped to the waist, wearing a pair of sinfully tight black leather pants that moulded to his ass, leaving nothing to the imagination. His body was pressed up against a whipping post, and there was a blindfold around his eyes. And behind him…behind him, some bastard was raising a flogger and preparing to lay a stroke on Tony's exposed back.

Extract 2: “You’ve been claimed, Tony. Welcome to your life as a sub."