the B5 slash that dare not speak its name
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hobsonphile, andrastewhite and the Great Maker himself are all somewhere in the line. I am, however, sure that there must be something wrong with me. Somehow, I managed to write about Darla, Darla and Angel, Darla and Lindsey, and even about Buffy and Spike and not include a single sex scene. On the other hand, one challenge to write about a character or pairing I don't like, and I created sex involving non-corporeal beings. I suppose there is a certain kind of logic in the Prophet/Joseph Sisko experiment giving me the courage to go through with more interspecies mating stuff, this time on the slash side of things. (Although, with the Prophets being genderless, I hesitate to qualify the earlier as exclusively het.) So... be afraid. Be very afraid. I present: the world's first Londo/G'Kar story. Well, save for that fake script JMS wrote to play a prank on Peter Jurasik and Andreas Katsulas, from which I stole a line.
(Another line is courtesy ofhobsonphile.)
(But all the rest came from my twisted brain.)
Timeline: End of fourth season, directly after Rising Star.
Spoiler: For all the conversations Londo and G'Kar have in Rising Star, thoughandrastewhite may feel free to read this, there isn't anything in it she doesn't know already.
Title: I'd be grateful for one.
Rating: Not sure. It isn't any more explicit than the DS9 thing, with Eurominutes, if you permit the Highlander fandom inside joke.
Both of them were, of course, considerably drunk. It had started during the wedding festivities on the White Star, en route from Earth to Babylon 5.
"Well, what can you expect," Londo had sighed, as he found himself alone with G'Kar after the other guests had withdrawn into their quarters. "The Minbari can't drink, and the humans won't until we're back on the station. What kind of wedding is this, hm?"
"Since nobody is getting married to you, I imagine everyone prefers to stay conscious," G'Kar had replied tartly, but had matched Londo drink for drink. After they had watched the Earth news and Londo had found out about G'Kar's eye, the conversation began to develop a one-track tendency.
"I knew you were desperate ever since everyone started to put you on a pedestal, but I wouldn't have thought circumstances were that dire. Really, G'Kar."
"It has nothing to do with being desperate. Interspecies mating habits just happen to be of a certain interest to me. Besides, you said you wouldn't mind a glimpse yourself."
"I," Londo replied, and took the bottle from G'Kar, "am a cynical old man. You on the other hand have established yourself as some sort of saint. Of course, it's easy to be saintly if one doesn't have the stamina or the patience for anything else."
With a snarl, G'Kar snatched the bottle back. "You know, Mollari, just because a man doesn't go about bragging and boring everyone with his endless prattle doesn't mean he couldn't find witnesses of all races to testify for… well, to testify."
Londo leaned forward, something which nearly sent the chair he was sitting on reeling, and wagged a finger in G'Kar's face.
"Talk is cheap and easy to buy. I'm quite familiar with the going rate myself. And if mine is so boring, one wonders why you are still here. Instead of enjoying the view."
"Someone has to make sure you don't embarrass yourself completely," G'Kar shot back, though his voice had started to become slurry. In the old days, the amount of alcohol they had consumed to for, enormous as it was, wouldn't have bothered him. But in truth it had been a while since the last time he had been able to relax enough to get drunk. In fact, if he thought about it, it had been years. "You are only the future Emperor of the most expendable race that ever lived, true, but for some reason Delenn made you a member of the Advisory Board of the Alliance. Wouldn't do to replace you that early."
He couldn't be sure, but it seemed Londo's face had gone blank for a moment.
"Oh yes," the Centauri replied and pried the bottle out of G'Kar's fingers. "I am the future Emperor. Great Maker help us all. Why is that thing empty already?"
"Because you drink too quickly, Mollari."
"No, you do. Too fast in everything, I told you. We Centauri can last…"
G'Kar stood up, which caused the room to spin, and some part of him wondered whether the artificial gravity field of the ship had collapsed.
"That," he pronounced with grave distinction, "is it. We will settle the question of my sexual prowess once and for all, Mollari."
Londo tilted his face upwards curiously and blinked.
"And how shall we do that?"
"You may have conquered my world, Centauri," G'Kar hissed, "but you did not conquer me."
He didn't know how he had expected Londo to react; with laughter, in all likelihood. Instead, Londo blinked one more, then rose as well.
"That is quite possibly the most ridiculous thing you ever said to me," he replied, his voice with its strong accent that used to grate on G'Kar's nerves when they had first met but at some point had become oddly soothing in its familiarity stretching each syllable to the limit. Which was a reassuring sign that Londo, too, was finding it increasingly difficult to pretend the alcohol had not affected him.
"Then why aren't you laughing?"
Silence. Well, if nothing else, he had shut Londo Mollari up for a while, which was probably the best one could hope for with that man. In fact, it was so satisfactory to find him at such a loss of words that…
"You wouldn't go through with this," Londo stated. Was there an undertone of challenge?
"Oh yes, I would."
"You wouldn't."
"You mean you wouldn't."
"I would never suggest such a thing in the first place. I have taste…"
"You are all talk and no courage to see it through. Pointers indeed."
"You know, if I weren't so sure that you have lost what was left of your mind, I would…"
"No, you wouldn't. You're a windbag and a coward, Mollari."
"Yes," Londo said, glaring at him, "I would."
"Well, then prove… you would?"
Somewhere, G'Kar had lost track of the conversation, it seemed. There was Londo Mollari, angrily removing his waistcoat, and G'kar wasn't sure how they had gotten there except that it seemed somewhat inevitable to remove his own coat as well in order not to be outdone.
"I just want to make it clear that this has nothing to do with you. I'm simply defending the honour of the Centauri."
"What honour?"
"And besides, you won't get past one anyway, and one does not mean a thing."
"Oh really?" G'Kar said between clenched teeth. And began to demonstrate the vast knowledge gathered in years of selfless dedication in the study of interspecies relations.
****
"Well, that was…"
"Why does it not surprise me you demonstrate your obvious lack in the virtue of post coital silence, Mollari?"
"Possibly because we did not have sex."
"What?"
"G'Kar, I hate to disappoint you, but this kind of juvenile fumbling is less not remotely comparable to the experience of… what are you doing?"
….
"Well."
"You were saying, Mollari?"
"This didn't happen. I am having some kind of bizarre dream induced by too many bad drinks in the company of an insane Narn."
"Hah!"
****
The headache which greeted G'Kar when he awoke was a reminder why he hadn't truly missed getting drunk. His eye hurt, the light on the White Star seemed more wrong and glaring than ever, and his limbs ached. Most horrible of all, however, was the realisation that he wasn't alone.
"This did not happen!" he moaned.
"That," Londo, who was getting dressed, returned without looking at him, "is what I said last night. You are not being very original, G'Kar."
In the midst of feeling embarrassed and horrified, G'Kar couldn't resist the obvious opening.
"That is not what you said last night."
"Great Maker," Londo murmured, "what have I done to deserve this?"
"I was wondering that myself. But then, I am a generous person."
The com unit announced they were about to dock. Headache, embarrassment, gloating and the triumph of being able to win an argument all become of secondary importance as G'Kar remembered his artificial eye was still in Delenn's cabin and in immediate danger of being discovered. With renewed horror, he began to get dressed himself.
Unfortunately, Londo demonstrated his uncanny ability to guess G'Kar's thoughts at just the wrong moment.
"I could help you retrieve it, you know."
"I don't know what you are talking about, Mollari."
"Oh yes, you do. I'll get that eye back to you and save your saintly status in the eyes of our esteemed fearless leader and his new wife. And you will not mention the… occurrences of this journey ever again."
That was Londo Mollari for you. Always ready with a blackmail when a simple request would have done.
"Gladly," G'kar growled. "They weren't particularly memorable anyway."
Londo was already halfway through the door when he suddenly turned, showing enough of a smile to bare his sharp teeth.
"That was not what you said last night," he replied. And was gone.
hobsonphile, andrastewhite and the Great Maker himself are all somewhere in the line. I am, however, sure that there must be something wrong with me. Somehow, I managed to write about Darla, Darla and Angel, Darla and Lindsey, and even about Buffy and Spike and not include a single sex scene. On the other hand, one challenge to write about a character or pairing I don't like, and I created sex involving non-corporeal beings. I suppose there is a certain kind of logic in the Prophet/Joseph Sisko experiment giving me the courage to go through with more interspecies mating stuff, this time on the slash side of things. (Although, with the Prophets being genderless, I hesitate to qualify the earlier as exclusively het.) So... be afraid. Be very afraid. I present: the world's first Londo/G'Kar story. Well, save for that fake script JMS wrote to play a prank on Peter Jurasik and Andreas Katsulas, from which I stole a line. (Another line is courtesy of
hobsonphile.)(But all the rest came from my twisted brain.)
Timeline: End of fourth season, directly after Rising Star.
Spoiler: For all the conversations Londo and G'Kar have in Rising Star, though
andrastewhite may feel free to read this, there isn't anything in it she doesn't know already. Title: I'd be grateful for one.
Rating: Not sure. It isn't any more explicit than the DS9 thing, with Eurominutes, if you permit the Highlander fandom inside joke.
Both of them were, of course, considerably drunk. It had started during the wedding festivities on the White Star, en route from Earth to Babylon 5.
"Well, what can you expect," Londo had sighed, as he found himself alone with G'Kar after the other guests had withdrawn into their quarters. "The Minbari can't drink, and the humans won't until we're back on the station. What kind of wedding is this, hm?"
"Since nobody is getting married to you, I imagine everyone prefers to stay conscious," G'Kar had replied tartly, but had matched Londo drink for drink. After they had watched the Earth news and Londo had found out about G'Kar's eye, the conversation began to develop a one-track tendency.
"I knew you were desperate ever since everyone started to put you on a pedestal, but I wouldn't have thought circumstances were that dire. Really, G'Kar."
"It has nothing to do with being desperate. Interspecies mating habits just happen to be of a certain interest to me. Besides, you said you wouldn't mind a glimpse yourself."
"I," Londo replied, and took the bottle from G'Kar, "am a cynical old man. You on the other hand have established yourself as some sort of saint. Of course, it's easy to be saintly if one doesn't have the stamina or the patience for anything else."
With a snarl, G'Kar snatched the bottle back. "You know, Mollari, just because a man doesn't go about bragging and boring everyone with his endless prattle doesn't mean he couldn't find witnesses of all races to testify for… well, to testify."
Londo leaned forward, something which nearly sent the chair he was sitting on reeling, and wagged a finger in G'Kar's face.
"Talk is cheap and easy to buy. I'm quite familiar with the going rate myself. And if mine is so boring, one wonders why you are still here. Instead of enjoying the view."
"Someone has to make sure you don't embarrass yourself completely," G'Kar shot back, though his voice had started to become slurry. In the old days, the amount of alcohol they had consumed to for, enormous as it was, wouldn't have bothered him. But in truth it had been a while since the last time he had been able to relax enough to get drunk. In fact, if he thought about it, it had been years. "You are only the future Emperor of the most expendable race that ever lived, true, but for some reason Delenn made you a member of the Advisory Board of the Alliance. Wouldn't do to replace you that early."
He couldn't be sure, but it seemed Londo's face had gone blank for a moment.
"Oh yes," the Centauri replied and pried the bottle out of G'Kar's fingers. "I am the future Emperor. Great Maker help us all. Why is that thing empty already?"
"Because you drink too quickly, Mollari."
"No, you do. Too fast in everything, I told you. We Centauri can last…"
G'Kar stood up, which caused the room to spin, and some part of him wondered whether the artificial gravity field of the ship had collapsed.
"That," he pronounced with grave distinction, "is it. We will settle the question of my sexual prowess once and for all, Mollari."
Londo tilted his face upwards curiously and blinked.
"And how shall we do that?"
"You may have conquered my world, Centauri," G'Kar hissed, "but you did not conquer me."
He didn't know how he had expected Londo to react; with laughter, in all likelihood. Instead, Londo blinked one more, then rose as well.
"That is quite possibly the most ridiculous thing you ever said to me," he replied, his voice with its strong accent that used to grate on G'Kar's nerves when they had first met but at some point had become oddly soothing in its familiarity stretching each syllable to the limit. Which was a reassuring sign that Londo, too, was finding it increasingly difficult to pretend the alcohol had not affected him.
"Then why aren't you laughing?"
Silence. Well, if nothing else, he had shut Londo Mollari up for a while, which was probably the best one could hope for with that man. In fact, it was so satisfactory to find him at such a loss of words that…
"You wouldn't go through with this," Londo stated. Was there an undertone of challenge?
"Oh yes, I would."
"You wouldn't."
"You mean you wouldn't."
"I would never suggest such a thing in the first place. I have taste…"
"You are all talk and no courage to see it through. Pointers indeed."
"You know, if I weren't so sure that you have lost what was left of your mind, I would…"
"No, you wouldn't. You're a windbag and a coward, Mollari."
"Yes," Londo said, glaring at him, "I would."
"Well, then prove… you would?"
Somewhere, G'Kar had lost track of the conversation, it seemed. There was Londo Mollari, angrily removing his waistcoat, and G'kar wasn't sure how they had gotten there except that it seemed somewhat inevitable to remove his own coat as well in order not to be outdone.
"I just want to make it clear that this has nothing to do with you. I'm simply defending the honour of the Centauri."
"What honour?"
"And besides, you won't get past one anyway, and one does not mean a thing."
"Oh really?" G'Kar said between clenched teeth. And began to demonstrate the vast knowledge gathered in years of selfless dedication in the study of interspecies relations.
****
"Well, that was…"
"Why does it not surprise me you demonstrate your obvious lack in the virtue of post coital silence, Mollari?"
"Possibly because we did not have sex."
"What?"
"G'Kar, I hate to disappoint you, but this kind of juvenile fumbling is less not remotely comparable to the experience of… what are you doing?"
….
"Well."
"You were saying, Mollari?"
"This didn't happen. I am having some kind of bizarre dream induced by too many bad drinks in the company of an insane Narn."
"Hah!"
****
The headache which greeted G'Kar when he awoke was a reminder why he hadn't truly missed getting drunk. His eye hurt, the light on the White Star seemed more wrong and glaring than ever, and his limbs ached. Most horrible of all, however, was the realisation that he wasn't alone.
"This did not happen!" he moaned.
"That," Londo, who was getting dressed, returned without looking at him, "is what I said last night. You are not being very original, G'Kar."
In the midst of feeling embarrassed and horrified, G'Kar couldn't resist the obvious opening.
"That is not what you said last night."
"Great Maker," Londo murmured, "what have I done to deserve this?"
"I was wondering that myself. But then, I am a generous person."
The com unit announced they were about to dock. Headache, embarrassment, gloating and the triumph of being able to win an argument all become of secondary importance as G'Kar remembered his artificial eye was still in Delenn's cabin and in immediate danger of being discovered. With renewed horror, he began to get dressed himself.
Unfortunately, Londo demonstrated his uncanny ability to guess G'Kar's thoughts at just the wrong moment.
"I could help you retrieve it, you know."
"I don't know what you are talking about, Mollari."
"Oh yes, you do. I'll get that eye back to you and save your saintly status in the eyes of our esteemed fearless leader and his new wife. And you will not mention the… occurrences of this journey ever again."
That was Londo Mollari for you. Always ready with a blackmail when a simple request would have done.
"Gladly," G'kar growled. "They weren't particularly memorable anyway."
Londo was already halfway through the door when he suddenly turned, showing enough of a smile to bare his sharp teeth.
"That was not what you said last night," he replied. And was gone.
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Date: 2004-01-19 07:52 am (UTC)No. Really. Very funny. I liked it. What was the line you stole from JMS' script? And is it available online? I've heard of it, but never seen it.
(And that's possibly the only way I can imagine Londo and G'Kar ending up in bed together... a contest over who was best *g* Very in character, I feel.)
the line from JMS' script...
Date: 2004-01-19 09:29 am (UTC)Glad it made you laugh. I rewatched their scenes in Rising Star to be sure, and Londo does tease G'Kar about Narn, err, shortcomings and offers to give him pointers in sex, plus they do get drunk together at the end, so really, if there was a good point in canon for something like this to occur... well, that is what I thought.*g*
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Date: 2004-01-19 08:00 am (UTC)Neat.
There is a tiny typo in waistcoat.
Thanks!
Date: 2004-01-19 09:30 am (UTC)And thank you for pointing out the typo. I hasten to fix it!
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Date: 2004-01-19 09:49 am (UTC)*wild whoops of laughter*
Date: 2004-01-19 09:51 am (UTC)*giggle* *snort* *guffaw* *choke*
Funniest. Story. Ever. You owe me a new monitor.
And BTW, the answer to your question is yes.
Re: *wild whoops of laughter*
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Date: 2004-01-19 08:01 pm (UTC)Well, you know you owe us all B5 fic, and since <lj user="hobsonphile" is taking over Lennier duties (for the moment) anyway...
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Date: 2004-01-19 11:26 am (UTC)*dies and is dead of the hilarity*
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Date: 2004-01-19 12:16 pm (UTC)However, given that this story has a Centauri in it, I don't see why we shouldn't follow their example and all marry her.
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Date: 2004-01-19 08:03 pm (UTC)Hey!
Date: 2004-01-21 09:12 am (UTC)Did I say I'd leave you?
Date: 2004-01-21 11:54 am (UTC)Hee.
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Date: 2004-01-19 12:36 pm (UTC)And yes, you kept the both wonderfully in-character - the dialogue is perfect. I'm delighted to take a small percentage of the blame *g*.
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Date: 2004-01-20 09:35 am (UTC)BTW, I LOVE your icon...
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Date: 2004-01-20 09:47 am (UTC)And yay! More fic from you! Might I suggest you join the B5 Episode Challenge at
Also, be on the lookout: if whoever has claimed G'Kar on
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