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REC: Confession

Story: Confession
Author: Bagheera
Rating: Adult
Word Count: 1043
Author's summary: C'rizz isn't a monk anymore, but it's hard to let go of old habits. The Doctor suggests that he and C'rizz play a game.
Characters/Pairings: Eighth Doctor/C'rizz
Warnings: Religious kink, flagellation

Recced because: Is it terribly gauche to rec a fic someone else wrote for you? Quite possibly, but I can't find the will in me to care because this is a very good fic. It's intense--I really think that's the best word for it--and Bagheera does an exemplary job of maintaining the mood throughout. Bagheera's characterization is flawless: her C'rizz sounds as if Conrad Westermaas himself was speaking his dialog and her Eighth Doctor is just a little bit fucked-up underneath the Romantic figure beloved of fangirls. (This, I feel, is how he ought to be written whenever possible. Despite his innocent exterior, he's still the one most likely to be responsible for ending the Time War.)

Despite the adult rating, it's less than completely explicit. I don't really think the fic suffers for lack of graphic descriptions, though. (And if you've never listened to any of the Eighth Doctor audios you still should be able to enjoy this, because the story spoilers absolutely nothing in them except for the fact that C'rizz is an alien and a former monk, which is something you would find out right away after he shows up anyhow.)

I'll give you the first bit of it as a teaser:

C'rizz wasn't sure if he felt comfortable doing this. He wasn't part of the Church of the Foundation anymore, he didn't even believe in their teachings any longer, and yet it felt like blasphemy to put on his monk's robes and beads and do this. But the Doctor had said it would help, that sometimes the best way to get over things that mattered a lot to you was to turn them into a game.

"Well," he said awkwardly. "Normally - I mean if you actually were a sinner come to confess, you'd kneel. But of course you needn't - " he stopped in mid-sentence, because the Doctor had nodded and smiled and dropped onto his knees right in from of him.

He was still smiling encouragingly. "What do I call you?"

C'rizz took a deep breath. "Brother C'rizz, but to perform absolution, I should be a priest. You should call me Father. And... and kiss the hem of my robe... Doctor, I think this might have been a bad idea."

"Not at all," the Doctor said gently, and bent his head, picking up the hem of C'rizz' robe with one pale, slender hand to bring it to his lips. He kissed it reverently, closing his eyes as he did so, and whispered, "Father, I have sinned."
Tags: author: bagheera, companion: c'rizz, doctor: 8, pairing: 8/c'rizz, rating: adult, reccer: biichan, type: slash
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