Subject: DS9 "Jello Hell" (R, revenge challenge, Odo)
Date: Sun, 16 Nov 1997 15:32:43 -0800
From: camster@rock.com (Cam Burnell)
To: ascem@earthlink.net

Hope you all enjoy this one! I sure did. };)) And for all those nice Treksmutters that wrote in sympathy over the loss of the end to my last G/O story, you might be happy to learn I'm half-way through a new G/O. I couldn't pick up the series again, it still bums me out. :(( But this new one is cheering me up no end. Nothing like a tasty, little genderfuck in the wee hours.

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Title: Jello Hell
Author: Cameron Burnell (camster@rock.com)
Series: DS9 - adult, slash, revenge challenge
Rating: R, mostly language and a little masturbation
Summary: a handsome, young slash writer is paid a visit by one unhappy changeling

Disclaimer: Paramount and Viacom owns them, I just fuck with them. And sometimes I get them to fuck with each other. ;)

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Jello Hell
by Cam Burnell (it rhymes!)

I shoved another handful of potato chips in my mouth and settled back against the couch. *This* was my favorite part of the re-run. Oh, yes.

(Odo leaned in close, grabbed Bashir and shoved him against the wall...HARD. )

**No shit rough trade, you little weasel.** I laughed a little and chomped down more chips.

(Odo held Bashir there for a while, then let him down. Gently. Carefully. His body was pressed close against the doctor's...) I was starting to feel warm tingles all through my groin now as I watched Odo put his large hand on Julian's thin chest. Oh, gawds! Odo was carressing Julian's chest!!! Don't nobody tell me that wasn't some serious no- shit homo-fucking-sexual subtext! From first fucking season even!

"I should really do a good Bashir/Odo bdsm." I said to no one in particular since I was alone. I just always said that each time I watched this episode.

As my excitement over the re-run of "Dramatis Personae" grew, I reached for more chips from the bowl. Instead, I felt a warm, inhumanly strong hand grip my wrist.

"Hello and what have we here?"

I knew that voice. I'd heard it a thousand times. On the tv and in my wilder dreams. I looked over and my jaw dropped as Odo moved from the side table to stand in front of me, still holding my wrist. Tightly. All I could do was look up at him. Actually I could look anywhere I liked, but if I looked straight ahead my gaze would be on his crotch.

On second thought, I looked straight ahead. Might as well. It didn't look like he was too happy anyway. It was...nice. And just like I thought, he dressed left. Of course, since he was a changeling he could dress any damn way he pleased. Still the thought of the soft, hot bulge just ahead made my mouth water. The idea of burying my face there and breathing deep to see what a Changeling's crotch might be like was kind of nice. His hold on my wrist tightened and when I looked back up I realized he didn't look like he was into any of the shit from my dreams. At least not right now.

"I'm here with a slight complaint." he said with a smile. It wasnt a nice smile.

"Complaint?"

"About your stories."

"My stories? What about them?" Before he could start though I said. "I've been reading those revenge fics you know. So just don't go trying to tell me there's no way you're into guys because all first season you were giving off 'I'm the lad' attitude, constable mine. The way you walked, the way you moved, the way you fought with people. I mean look at how you eye Bashir in this next scene you have together--"

"The way I fought?" Those deep blue eyes looked puzzled.

I spoke fast, breathiing hard. "Real close, full body contact, pressing the person against the table or the wall. You had that Ibudan guy in 'A Man Alone' bent over tight against a dabo table, while you held his arm behind him, with your crotch right against his butt. Hard Time Coming, you know?" I smiled. "Later you hold him in a half-nelson, tight against your body to take his mask off, then hold him even tighter against you, pressed full body. Now how would *you* take *that*?"

"Maybe I just like doing a thorough job." he said.

I laughed. "You coulda changed into something to keep him down. You coulda just whipped out a tentacle to keep him from escaping. But you didn't. And just now with Julian you coulda just put him back down and started ordering him around, he was giving you the eye, but you didn't, did you? Why did you rub his chest like that?"

"It's just a Bajoran gesture."

"I have an appropriate gesture here, too, constable mine." I snorted.

"All right!" He barked, then calmed down. "Anyway, I'm not here to complain about the slash."

I frowned, surprised. "You're not?"

"No." He sighed tiredly, then shrugged. "I admit it. I'm...ambisexual. It's my nature as a changeling. Male or female doesn't really mean all that much to me. Of course, I *do* have feelings for some people, just like anyone else, but sexually...well, their gender doesn't really matter all that much to me."

"No shit."

He smiled at this and that sharp chin and those thin lips looked tasty enough to bite. Too bad I couldn't. Those blue eyes looked wicked. "No shit." He repeated softly.

Then he lifted me by my wrist. I thought he was going to move back then and drag me with him, but he didn't, and I was soon right next to him, not against him, but close enough to feel the heat off his body. It felt fucking great.

"I'm here," He said deep in my ear as I tried not to shudder from the vibration of that no-shit deep bottomless voice that I could actually feel from my chest to my knees. "Because I don't like how you write about me being...the bottom."

"Oh gawds..." I couldn't really hear him, all the blood having rushed from the soggy oatmeal that was my brain and pouring right into my groin.

"Now do you really feel *I'm* a submissive?" that hand grew tighter around my wrist, hurting now, and pulling until I *was* pressed against him, chest to knees and aching groin. He moved just a nudge and I nearly creamed my jeans.

"Oh gawds..."

"Would a man like me let Garak or Bashir or Eddington or Kira or Dax or *anyone* just...fuck him?"

My foggy brain heard a bell ring. I looked up into hard blue eyes and managed to say, "Um...yes??"

Wrong answer. He made a really nasty face. "I guess stronger measures are called for."

"Oh, shit!" I felt my heart beating in my crotch at the thought of what he might do.

As it turned out, it was better than I imagined. Soon I was spread-eagled, tied to my bed with my pants lying in a heap on the floor. I yanked on my bonds but it was no go.

"Admiring my knotwork, huh?" He grinned wickedly. "Is that the work of a mere sub?"

"No, sir! No, *master*! Not at all. I was wrong. Absolutely wrong!" Maybe it was too late, but it couldn't hurt.

"Nice try, but it's a little late."

"Oh, gawd..." I groaned, wondering if this weird dream would never end.

Odo sighed. "The Vorta do call us that, but you can just call me Odo. Or constable." He looked down on me and smiled. He put a hand on my chest.

"Oh, gawd." I gulped as he moved his hand down by body.

"Fine. Call me what you like." He found something handy and yanked a little, making me jerk, then shrink back...in more ways than one. He put his face right next to mine, that hand tightening. "Just STOP showing me in that unflattering way in your stories. I'm no wussy little bottom. I am a changeling, the master of my domain. Got that?"

I giggled at his choice of words. I felt that hot hand squeeze a little more. "Oh, yes. Oh, gawd...don't stop."

Odo yanked his hand away and scowled. "Have you even heard a word I've said?"

"No more subbing." I gasped. "More fucking. You're the master. The Top. Maybe a nice dom piece or two." I caught my breath and frowned at him. "But I made you a dom. In 'Dark Domain'."

"That was my mirror-Universe double, you little smart-ass." He slapped me a little, making me give him a shit-eating grin and he scowled, then leaned his face right next to mine. "And that was a HET-smut besides."

"Doesn't that count?"

Odo got a really wicked look on his face and that hand slid back down between us. Soon I was arching my back, aching for release. "You're a wiley little bastard, but you'll soon learn proper respect."

Then he let me go and headed for my computer. I shook my head to clear the foggy feeling from it and watched with growing worry as he turned it on.

"What are you doing?"

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"You subscribed me to what?!!!!"

"The J/C mailing list."

"But I don't even read J/C!"

"I know. And, for good measure, I signed you up with the P/T mailing list. Both under the name Daisy Mae."

"I don't read that either. DAISY MAE!!!??"

"Best I could come up with on short notice." Odo smiled, a wicked smile that would fit quite nicely on the Supervisor's face. I thought over his choices, then shrugged a little.

"And that's your revenge?" I was a bit puzzled. I hated the pairings, and I gagged on the name, but it still didn't sound all that bad to me.

"Well, let's just say I posted a message to each of the groups."

I stared at him from my bed, unable to do anything except swallow. Hard. "What message?"

"Saying how much you LOVE those couples, and how you have at least a dozen stories you've been writing saved up on your disk and would anyone like to read them. Oh, my - - you have mail already, Daisy Mae." He called up my message and read it. "HI, Daisy!!! Oh, please send your fanfic to the list now! I'm dying for new J/C!"

"Oh, no."

"And another message: Send the new P/T and we'll be nice and let you live. Heh, heh, only kidding. Welcome to the collective, Daisy Mae."

"Oh, gawds..." How was I going to get out of this one? I hated J/C almost as much as I hated P/T. Anyone could see that Janeway wanted to pluck Harry's cherry and that Chak belonged with Tom. "I can't write that sort of thing!!!!!"

Odo ignored me. He stood, straightened his uniform, tested each of my bonds, then bent over real close to my face. For a second I thought he was going to kiss me.

"I think you're ready now for the others."

"The others????!" I pulled on my bonds but he had tied them well. "Untie me!"

His breath was hot against my ear, turning me on and making me afraid at the same time. That dark voice of my dreams suddenly dropped into a very deep, evil tone.

"I can't do that. There's a seriously pissed off Vulcan and a holographic doctor outside that would also like a word with you, Cameron..."

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