newra_skylarke

just a little something.

2009-12-31T12:41:36Z

Title: Mine

Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood or Doctor Who, if I did, there would be a whole bunch of things that were not happening......... if anyone doesn’t know what, then clearly you didn’t watch COE close enough.....

WARNING::::: SPOILERS FOR COE..... in brief passing...... though if you haven’t seen it yet.... good for you, I seriously wish I hadn’t.....

Summary: Jack’s date gets ousted.

Author’s note: You should see my notes for this. Scribbled at about two in the morning, when I grabbed the nearest pen and paper, scrawled the idea down and went back to sleep.....

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Jack’s back hit the wall as the young man in front of him kissed him fiercely. Jack kissed him back with a vigour he wasn’t really feeling and for the fourth time that evening wished it was someone else kissing him, someone else pressing themselves against him, someone else who could ease away the burning pain in his chest.

He felt a pang of guilt. Mostly because even after a hundred years in Jack’s linear timeline, it still felt like he was cheating on Ianto. There was a little bit of him that was feeling a little sorry for the eager prospect undoing his shirt buttons, because it wasn’t his fault that Jack’s attention wasn’t on him. It wasn’t like he wasn’t attractive. He was. He was stunningly gorgeous. But he wasn’t the same. The sparkle in his eyes wasn’t quite right, the curve of his jaw, the blue of his eyes, the softness of his hair beneath Jack’s fingers. None of it was what Jack was after. But he continued, in the vain hope that something would make the difference, and that one of these conquests would make him forget one of the only people he had ever truly loved.

It worried him that he had to try and fake it. He had never had to do that before Ianto. Ever. It just didn’t happen. Now his reaction was purely physical. There was no enjoyment. There was no pleasure. Release made him grimace the moment he was sure his expression couldn’t be seen, because it always left him feeling dirty, and like he was tainted, and that the dirt would never wash off.

Jack’s date knelt down and undid Jack’s trousers, pulling his hardened cock out and licking it from root to tip. Jack closed his eyes, willing it to feel right. Willing it to feel like him. It didn’t, and Jack felt cheated. Part of his brain scoffed at him cruelly. Of course it wasn’t going to feel like him. Nothing ever would. Nothing would ever compare. How could it, when the man he wanted so desperately would never again draw breath, let alone moan around his cock like this guy was. Jack moaned, more out of habit than anything, so as not to offend him, and let his body go into autopilot responses as he was edged closer to a climax.

A cough from the open end of the alley made his eyes shoot open. Not because he had been caught, but because of the familiarity of the sound. The man at his feet sprang back and glared at the intruder. He turned back to Jack and tucked him back into his trousers. “Come on, let’s take this somewhere a little more private.”

But Jack wasn’t listening. He wasn’t even aware that he had stopped. His eyes were fixed on the man leaning nonchalantly against the wall under the light on the street. It couldn’t be. Could it? How could he be standing there, exactly the same as he had been when he died, down to the little scratch on the side of his face where some flying piece of the Hub had caught him as he ran away. It was too good to be true. It had to be.

“Ianto...” he breathed, stepping past the man trying to lead him away, missing the look of shock and outrage on his face.

He reached the end of the alley, stopping just in front of the man who he had kissed goodbye a century ago. He reached out a trembling hand, brushing his fingertips down the side of that familiar face, unconvinced he wasn’t dreaming until he touched him. A strangled sob escaped his throat as he pulled Ianto into a frantic kiss, groaning as everything clicked into place. He felt a wave of heat wash over him as Ianto kissed him and slipped his hands underneath Jack’s coat and pulled him flush against him in a manner he had missed for far too long. The ease with which they slipped back together sent Jack’s heart skipping, and filled him with an elation so intense he didn’t know if he was going to laugh or cry.

“Excuse me mate, do you mind?” A voice interrupted them. It was only then that Jack realised that the man who had been sucking him off was still standing there, arms folded, glowering at Ianto. “I you want him, you’ll have to join the line. He’s mine, at least for tonight.”

Ianto smirked. “You think so?”

The guy (whose name Jack realised he didn’t know) smirked back. “I know so.”

“Actually, I think you’ll find he’s mine. He has been mine for over a hindered years.” Ianto sauntered over to the upstart.

“Then the jokes on you mate cause he’s slept with half the town and he’s only been here two weeks.”

“Nothing new for Jack, but the question is, where was his heart? Clearly not with any of you. His heart was still with me, a hundred years in the past, where I died in his arms. Where he begged me not to leave him, where he begged invading aliens to spare me. So I think you’ll find, he’s mine. Ianto turned away and moved back to Jack.

Jack still looked flabbergasted. “How are you here?” he whispered.

“You have your Doctor to thank for that.” Ianto flicked his head sideways, drawing Jack’s eye over to the man in the long brown coat, leaning against an old Earth Police Box. The Doctor gave him a casual salute and smiled. Jack looked back at Ianto, still wondering if it was safe to believe he was there.

“I thought I’d never see you again.” Jack’s voice cracked.

“I didn’t want to leave you behind.” Ianto ran a hand gently down Jack’s face, wiping away the tear that moved down his cheek.

Jack smiled and kissed him again, less franticly, but with no less passion or enthusiasm. An irritated scoff came from his nameless “friend”, who was tapping his foot impatiently, clearly thinking that Jack was still up for grabs at some point in the evening.

“Oh fuck off and find someone else to shag.” Ianto intoned in a voice that implied he was rather bored with the continued necessity to talk to him.

“You offering?”

“Not bloody likely.” Ianto replied, not even bothering to take his eyes of Jack’s.

The young man stalked off, peeved and feeling rather like he’s been ousted by someone who was clearly off his head. How could someone be talking to him, and have died a century previously? It made no sense. And clearly this Jack bloke was just as barking. Shame really.

The Doctor ambled over to the pair. He seemed a little distracted by Jack’s open shirt. “You offering?” he repeated the question asked a few minutes earlier. Jack’s eyebrows flew into his hairline as he followed the Doctor’s gaze.

“Doc, if I’d known all it took was for me to undo a few buttons I would have tried this ages ago.”

Ianto grinned wolfishly. “I’m sure we can fit you in.”

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Not quite how I intended it to come out, but never mind, eh.

Comments are love!!

sorry it took me so long

2009-08-05T20:31:08Z

Title: Sensitivity

Rating: Not really sure. Some nudity. Bit of torture. So NC-17 to be safe I guess.

Summary: Inspired by yoshiyuki_est’s fan art in the same name. Loved it so had to write a companion piece for it.

After rescuing the Doctor from trouble, Jack offered comfort to him. He had to be the brave and noble hero even as his body betrayed him.

No spoilers for COE because I don’t like the ending for it. Therefore I reject it utterly. Sorry it’s taken me so long to do this. I’ve been on holiday, and didn’t take my laptop or my notebook. Which was a little useless of me I know. But here you go.

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Jack looked up from the paperwork in front of him as Ianto knocked softly on the door of his office. He motioned the Welsh Godsend in. He brought coffee, biscuits and a gorgeous smile. Winning combination as far as Jack was concerned.

“Any change?” Ianto’s voice was soft, his gentle Welsh lilt offering a soothing sound in the harsh silence permeated only by the uneven breathing of the Time Lord lying curled up underneath a soft blanket on Jack’s sofa.

“None. Still fretful. He can’t rest, but he won’t wake up either,” Jack replied, accepting the coffee gratefully. “Wish I knew how I could help him.”

“I’m sure just you being here is helpful,” Ianto offered.

“I’m not so sure. He doesn’t react too well to my not being able to die. I’m, as he put it, an impossible thing. A fixed point in Time that shouldn’t exist. His biology screams “Run!” every time he comes near me. So, for all I know, I’m making it worse.” Jack’s shoulders slumped as he looked at the clearly distressed Time Lord, wondering if it really was him making him so uneasy.

Ianto smiled sympathetically. “Surely he knows you would never hurt him though?”

“Well, yeah. But he’s not conscious is he. His subconscious shouts “he’s wrong. He’s wrong. He’s wrong.” All the time. Over and over again,” Jack replied miserably.

Ianto sighed gently. “Do you want anything else?”

“Some company?” Jack’s voice hovered on begging, his eyes sending out a plea.

At that moment a sharp gasp made the pair jump. The Doctor was sat bolt upright, his brown eyes flicking madly over his surroundings in a flurry of sheer panic and fear. Jack stood slowly, not wanting to startle the frightened Time Lord, but it didn’t work. Wide eyes fixed on him as the Doctor propelled himself up and back against the wall. Jack stopped, backing away again, raising his hands to show the Doctor he meant no harm

“It’s ok Doctor,” he said softly, “it’s me. It’s Jack. I’m not going to hurt you.” He watched as the Doctor’s breathing hitched. The fear was holding his delirium in place. That or the horrific things that had been done to him at the hands of the bastards the Torchwood team had rescued him and the Tardis from.

An image flashed before Jack’s eyes. The Doctor, bound and beaten, chained to the wall, a metal collar holding him in place. Deep scratches where the Doctor had obviously tried to claw the metal ring from his throat, blood dried in small rivers down his pale chest and beneath his finger nails, how if anyone tried to force the lock on his cell, or on the collar, the Doctor got zapped.

Jack tried to blink away the horrible image. It had been his fault that the Doctor had been zapped to the point that he passed out. He hadn’t seen the link between the lock and the volts of electricity until he’d gotten inside. He’d forced the lock to try and get the collar off faster, only to realise he had made it so much worse. Given what else the senseless wankers had done to him, this seemed beyond the limits of reason.

Jack forced himself back to the present, where Ianto was trying to calm the skittish Time Lord. “It’s alright Doctor. I’m Ianto. You’ve seen me before. I’m a friend of Jack’s. We aren’t going to hurt you. We got you out. It’s over now.”

“No. I’m hallucinating. You’ve tricked me like this already. I let you in. I let you in. Please let me go. Leave me alone.” The Time Lord whimpered. He was terrified, rambling. Broken. They’d accessed his mind like this before. Made him think he was safe. That it was all over. But it hadn’t been.

Jack ran his fingers through his hair distractedly. The Doctor’s perceptions of reality and false images were scattered after his captors had ransacked his mind, leaving it fragile. His mind was reluctant to be tricked twice, preferring the idea that he needed to be wary of further trickery because he wasn’t safe to believing that Jack and Ianto were real and that he could let his guard down.

Ianto threw jack a concerned look. They needed to snap him out of it. But how?

Jack tried a new tactic. “Doc. You’re in the Hub. You’ve never been here before. How would your captors know how to make it look?”

“How would I know that this is the Hub?” the Doctor countered, his muscles still taunt and his eyes still flickering, trying to ascertain how best to get away.

“There’s no collar round your neck!” Jack tried, floundering for ideas. “That was still there before.” He wasn’t expecting it to work. He was grasping at straws.

The Doctor’s hands flew to his throat, finding nothing but the soft gauze Jack had taped over a particularly deep scratch. He seemed to relax a little. Jack smiled gently, pleased to have made some headway. “You trust me now?” The Doctor looked at him. Jack held his breath. The Doctor sniffed. Seemed satisfied that his sense of smell wasn’t impaired and that pheromones were exactly what he could smell, and nodded. “Good. Ianto, can you fetch some tea please, and some clothes for the Doctor?” Ianto nodded and left the room slowly and quietly.

The Doctor frowned and looked down, realising he was stood on Jack’s sofa, wearing nothing but the dressing covering the cut on his neck. He crouched down, picking up the blanket and pulling it round himself like a shield.

Jack leaned against his desk, keeping his hands where the Doctor could see them. He watched as the shock started to wear off as the Doctor calmed down, and tears coursed down the stricken Time Lord’s face as he remembered the painful memories that had been dragged, raw and ragged, to the surface of his mind. He wasn’t expecting the armful of sobbing alien, but he allowed the Doctor to cry softly into his shoulder, holding the Time Lord gently against his chest, rubbing soothing circles on his lower back.

He couldn’t help noticing how soft the Doctor’s skin was under his hands, or how the muscles on that deceptively wiry frame moved as he sobbed. He couldn’t help wishing the Doctor was stood naked in his arms under different circumstances. Unbidden thoughts rose to his mind as the Doctor shifted slightly, bringing his hips into line with Jack’s. Jack shifted sideways, bringing the Doctor into his side rather than his front. Ever playing the noble hero, eh Jack a voice in his head sneered even as your own body betrays your real thoughts. He ignored it, praying the Doctor wouldn’t notice.

He was not so lucky. The Doctor’s head rose from his shoulder, confusion evident in his expression. He’d felt the move, for all Jack’s attempts at subtlety. Jack smiled softly, using the pad of his thumb to wipe away the tears coursing down his face. The Doctor gave him a look that said he wasn’t going to get away with not answering the unanswered question.

Jack looked apologetic. “Didn’t think you needed to add that to your list of problems.” The Doctor didn’t get it. “Don’t be naïve.” The Doctor remained blank.

Jack was saved from answering by the reappearance of Ianto, who bought tea, some chocolate digestives he must have had squirreled away somewhere, and some clothes Jack recognised as his own.

“Sorry about the fit. It’s all we’ve got. The Tardis wouldn’t even let Jack in. So your wardrobe is off limits until you convince her otherwise,” Ianto said, handing the small pile to the Doctor, followed by a handkerchief which the Doctor used to wipe his face and blow his nose. He didn’t give it back, choosing to hold on to it so he could wash it first. Ianto smiled, placing the tea and biscuits on Jack’s desk before leaving the room.

The Doctor stepped away from Jack a little and started to dress. He was quiet. Which worried Jack a bit. The Doctor talked constantly. He was one of those people you could almost bet your life would talk through sex. A lot. Stop thinking about it. Right now. More important things to think about. He was only ever quiet when he was brooding. Not a good sign. And he was shaking. His was fumbling with the buttons on the shirt Ianto had given him. Jack stepped forward, taking over. The Doctor, instead of brushing him off and stubbornly doing it himself like he would normally, let his hands fall to his sides, passively allowing Jack to dress him. More bad news.

After he’d finished helping the Doctor dress (and wishing he’d been helping him undress instead) the Doctor moved closer again, wanting the warm safety of Jack’s embrace. Jack obliged, holding the Time Lord close. The Doctor wasn’t crying again, but he was still acting in a way that concerned Jack a lot. This wasn’t the man he knew. He was clinging to his shirt, curling himself into Jack’s body.

Jack winced as the Doctor’s body pressed against his erection. I can’t move again. He noticed the first time. He’ll notice this time. He willed his brain out of the gutter. With little success. If anything it got worse. The Doctor seemed, even in his emotionally distressed state, to notice Jack’s discomfort. He looked up. “What is it?” His voice was soft. Too soft.

“It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

“No Jack. What is it?” The Doctor’s voice was a little more insistent. A little firmer.

Jack winced again as the Doctor shifted in his embrace. The Doctor’s expression changed quickly as he shot back, feeling the hard flesh for the first time. His eyes flicked between Jack’s face and his tented trousers.

“Sorry,” Jack said again, encouraging the Doctor to move back to his side. The Doctor looked at him. Jack turned toward the Time Lord, who was looking at him with an undeterminable expression. “What is it?”

The Doctor didn’t reply. He bit his bottom lip, as though in nervous contemplation, his eyes locked on Jack’s.

Jack was about to ask again, but the Doctor stopped him, slipping his fingers into Jack’s hair and pulling him into a deep, awkward kiss. Jack froze in shock. Ok. Wasn’t expecting that. He relaxed into the kiss, gently moving the Doctor’s head to make it a little less messy. He revelled in the feeling of the Doctor’s cool lips felt against his own.

When they broke apart, the Doctor smiled. “If I’d known kissing you would make me feel that good, I’d have done it a while ago.”

Jack flashed him his trademark Harkness Charm. “That was just the kiss. Imagine the buzz you’d get from the rest.”

The Doctor winced. Jack wanted to kick himself. “Sorry. Bad choice of words.” Buzz. Could you have picked a worse one? Don’t answer that. How can you be so stupid? The little voice in his head chided him.

The Doctor rested his head on Jack’s shoulder. “It’s ok.” He ran his fingers through the soft hair on the back of Jack’s neck, realising suddenly that something had changed. Jack wasn’t wrong. He could still feel him there, but it was more like a gentle hum, rather than the horrible grating from before. He smiled, looking up. “You feel different.” He kissed Jack again.

“What do you mean?”

The Doctor kissed him again, and brushed his fingers across Jack’s temples, letting him feel what he was feeling.

“Oh. Good different then.” Jack said, smiling.

At that moment an alarm sounded in the Hub. The Doctor peered out of the window of Jack’s office. Ianto was tapping away at a computer, apparently frustrated that even though he was paying attention to it, the alarm wouldn’t stop.

The Doctor grinned. “Trouble?”

Jack smiled. This was more like it. “Probably.”

The Doctor kissed him again, his eyes dancing. “Come on then.”

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Points to whoever spots the cannon quote first!!

yoshiyuki_est

newra_skylarke @ 2009-03-17T10:44:00

2009-03-17T11:00:43Z

Title: Collaboration part 3
Rating: definitely NC-17/18/whatever the hell “shameless porn in writing comes under these days…. Or it will be in later parts. Not much in this one.
Summary: The Doctor and Ianto collaborate for Jack’s birthday present.
A/N: Don’t ask… its much safer believe me.
Disclaimer: If I owned Torchwood, there would be way more sex scenes, and if I owned Doctor who, David Tennant wouldn’t be leaving and it would not be a family show. As it is the boys will be returned later, when I’m done playing with them. No profit, so don’t sue, I’m skint.

Part 3: in which Jenny makes a reappearance and the Doctor gets an unpleasant wake up call…

Unbeta-d. Too impatient to wait for it to come back.

Previous Parts:
I don’t think he’s wrong
http://newra-skylarke.livejournal.com/4284.html
I didn’t know, I swear!
http://newra-skylarke.livejournal.com/4887.html
The Consequences of being bad:
http://newra-skylarke.livejournal.com/5394.html
Collaboration Part 1, Part 2

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The Doctor and Ianto poked around in the Tardis, looking for something for Jack.

“What’s this?” Ianto asked, making the Doctor look up.

“Erm… I’m not sure. Something I confiscated off Jack once. No idea what it does, but the Tardis wasn’t over pleased with it so I nabbed it.

“Ah. Ok then.” He laid it to one side, in what had been designated as the “no pile” some time before. He continued to rummage through the box of items in front of him, searching for a suitable present. He pulled out what looked like an odd cross between some pan pipes and a shell, holding it up with interest.

“What does this do?”

“Stroke it gently.”

Ianto did so and the small device gave out a note, a bit like a wine glass when you ran your finger around the edge. “It’s beautiful,” he whispered, sharing a smile with the Doctor.

“It is isn’t it. I rescued it from a grotesque museum. It was going to be filled with cement. Thought it was pretty. You don’t often find pretty things in places like that, so I brought it out with me.” The Doctor ran his own fingers over it, bringing out a higher pitched note, brushing Ianto’s hand as he did so, sending a spark through the young human’s body.

Ianto blushed a little, putting the instrument down, glancing swiftly at the Doctor, who lifted his hand to run it gently down the side of Ianto’s face. This only made Ianto blush more, and the Doctor smiled, leaning forward and stealing a soft kiss from the Welshman, not that Ianto had any objection to the kiss being stolen. He loved the unique taste of the Time Lord. It was familiar, yet completely alien, an interesting tang running through it. Almost like a sharp citrus flavour, though even that wasn’t quite accurate.

“Dad I just wanted to ask – oh sorry.” Jenny had entered the room. Ianto flushed an even deeper shade of scarlet, pulling away and busying himself with the contents of his box. The Doctor turned to face his daughter.

“Don’t worry about it. What was it you wanted to ask?”

“The rift alarm went off. Its nothing big, a piece of tech they think, but Jack wanted to know if I wanted to tag along, as you have run off with one of his members of staff. I just wanted to check that it was ok.”

“Sure, just make sure you’re careful,” the Doctor replied, shouting the last part as she dashed away to join the others.

The two continued their search in companiable silence for a little while before the Doctor looked up to see a blush still gracing Ianto’s features.

“You know she’s not all that bothered by the fact that she walked in on that right. She’s seen much worse. She saw what I did to Jack when he flirted with her. You all saw that.”

Ianto murmured something unintelligible.

“Say again?” the Doctor asked.

“I said, that was different. And that was Jack. Everyone knows how you and Jack are.” Ianto replied, keeping his head down.

“And? Everyone knows how you and me are too. Everyone twigged that he wasn’t the only person on the team I had my eye on. Mickey found the CCTV footage of us kissing in that corridor. And then there was the fact that everyone heard us going at it in the changing rooms.” Ianto flushed a little more. The Doctor titled his head up, forcing him to look him in the eye. “Are you worried by it? Cause we can stop.” Ianto shook his head quickly.

“No, that’s not what I meant. I meant… I … I don’t really know.”

The Doctor kissed him again, making him melt a little. “Well I do. And it’s you, and Jack.”

Ianto nodded, kissing the Doctor back, threading his fingers into the Time Lord’s wild hair.

When they broke apart this time it was with a certain reluctance, knowing that they had to have found something for Jack’s birthday before the Captain demanded their attention be turned to other things. Like him.

“Oh, what about this?” The Doctor passed him a small hand held device. “It’s a games console. Has over 300 games stored on it. Should keep him amused for hours.”

“It will. He’s really rubbish at them, but it gets to him and he wont leave it alone until he has it spot on. Rubik’s cube is the only thing to have beaten him to date. That’s a really good one.”

“He can try and beat all my high scores,” the Doctor grinned, placing it next to the musical instrument from earlier.

“He’ll obsess over it. I’ll have to confiscate it during work hours.”

The Doctor rummaged for another few minutes before pulling out a slim tube. “I forgot I had this.”

Ianto looked a little perplexed. “What is it?”

“An early model of my sonic screwdriver. Not as good as the one I have now, not as easy to use. Still pretty useful though. Jack scoffed at my sonic screwdriver when I first met him. Was much happier with his sonic blaster, which while impressive, suffered from severe battery power issues. Something I have never had to worry about with this.” He twirled it between his fingers. “Gotten me and Jack out of some tight spots before now. Good present?”

“Depends on what it does that Jack could ‘accidentally-on-purpose’ cause havoc with.”

“Absolutely everything. But it’s also very helpful at getting out of the havoc.”

“Can he blow things up with it.”

“Easy.”

“Can he break the coffee machine with it?”

“As if he’d dare. He lives off the stuff, and his team can’t function without it. How would he cope?”

“Can he annoy the hell out of everyone with it?”

“Yep. But he can also save the world with it.”

“Good present then.”

“Now for the hard part,” said the Doctor. Ianto looked at him, slightly confused. “Where the bloody hell did I put the wrapping paper?”

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The next morning, the Doctor was woken by something licking his face. He opened his eyes to find Jack straddling his hips, holding Owen above his face. The Doctor smiled. He moved the splatchling, placing him on the bed, so that he could lean up and hug Jack.

“Happy Birthday Jack.”

He kissed the Captain, who groaned lightly, allowing the Gallifreyan to slip his tongue into his mouth. He ran his fingers over the slimmer man’s bare chest, pleased with the fact that he wasn’t wearing a shirt.

At that moment a distant alarm sounded in the Hub.

Jack pouted, pulling back a little. “Sodding Rift alarm. Doesn’t so much as give a blip for you, but anything else it’s like a sodding foghorn.” Jack stood up, picking Owen up again. “Coming? You never pass up the opportunity to save the world from alien invasion… or from splathclings for that matter.” Said splatchling nestled in the Captain’s arms, looking expectantly at the Doctor. The Time Lord got up, petting the small being, placating him for the moment, before placating Jack with another kiss.

“Just so you know he’ll object to being left on his own at first and won’t half make a mess of the place if you do. Someone will either need to stay with him or he’ll have to come along.”

He walked over to the chair that he had unceremoniously dumped his clothes the night before. Ianto had been plotting with him via text message late into the night… plotting that had led to some rather sordid sexual messages that had had nothing to do with Jack’s present and were more to do with the two of them teasing each other. This had obviously led to the Doctor not caring where his clothing ended up and how many creases there would be in his suit when he got into bed. He had had other things on his mind at the time.

He located clean clothes and was about to start dressing when he realised that Jack was still watching him appreciatively, looking hopeful that the Doctor would abandon the idea of getting dressed and get back into bed, preferably with Jack in bed with him. While the idea was very tempting, the alarm was still going off outside, and Mfanwy was starting to make a rather disgruntled amount of noise to voice her displeasure at being disturbed for so long.

“Don’t you have a team to rouse?” he asked, shooing Jack out the door. He heard the human grumbling to Owen as he walked down the corridor. “You’d think, given that it’s my birthday…”

“Yes and from what I hear about Torchwood parties and strip games you’ll get what you want,” the Doctor mumbled as he dressed. That and the present that me and Ianto have in store for him…Jack would consider it worth the wait.

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Anyone who wants to see the convo that the Doctor and Ianto had via text message (or at least the bit that is strictly Ten/Ianto porn and has nothing to do with the plot of the story) will have to request it and then wait for me to write it!

newra_skylarke @ 2009-03-02T10:44:00

2009-03-02T10:54:31Z

Title: Collaboration Part 2
Rating: definitely NC-17/18/whatever the hell “shameless porn in writing comes under these days…. Or it will be in later parts. Not much in this one.
Summary: The Doctor and Ianto collaborate for Jack’s birthday present.
A/N: Don’t ask… its much safer believe me.
Disclaimer: I am the proud owner of some Torchwood Series 1 DVDs and a calendar. That is it. Oh, and a couple of John Barrowman CD’s and an autobiography…. But yeah… nothing else but a dirty mind…The boys will be returned later, when I’m done playing with them. No profit, so don’t sue, I’m skint. There’s nothing left in my bank…
Unbeta-d so all mistakes are mine. Sorry.

Part summary: in which Torchwood gets a new pet.

Previous parts:

I don’t think he’s wrong

http://newra-skylarke.livejournal.com/4284.html

I didn’t know, I swear!

http://newra-skylarke.livejournal.com/4887.html

The Consequences of being bad:
http://newra-skylarke.livejournal.com/5394.html
Collabouration Part 1

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The Doctor started running, Ianto following close behind. The Doctor skidded to a halt where he’d parked and ran his fingers through his hair in a worried fashion, his face contorted with panic. With his other hand he pointed to the spot where the Tardis should have been and wasn’t. “It was there. Right there!”

Ianto smiled, tapping his comms device. “Jack.”

“Yes Ianto?” Jack’s voice purred softly in his ear.

“I have a distressed Time Lord and a missing Tardis to report. What information can you get on that?” Ianto tried to keep the humour out of his voice and the smile off his face as the Doctor wheeled to face him.

“Tell him not to park on my back door and I won’t move his transport.” Ianto could hear Jack’s glee. Despite his age, his inner child still loved to come out and play tricks.

Ianto looked to the Doctor. “Jack says he moved it because you parked on his back door.

“Where to?” the Doctor didn’t seem comforted by the news that someone else had shifted his Tardis without him knowing about it.

“The same spot geographically, just about fifty feet down. It’s in the Hub. Come one. I’ll take you inside so you can thump him… or kiss him, which ever you feel like doing first.” He started towards the Tourist Office.

“That’s the Tourist Office,” the Doctor pointed out.

“Like I said the back door is way cooler than the front. And you are still parked on the back door. Unless Jack moved it off.”

The Doctor followed him down to the Hub, where he found a very smug Jack waiting for him.

“My two favourite people! Nice to see you Doctor. Sorry about moving the Tardis. She didn’t seem to mind being moved out of the rain though.” He smirked. “In fact I’d even go so far as to say she was pleased.”

“I still don’t see how a ship can be pleased about anything. It’s a ship.” Gwen’s sceptic Welsh tones drifted over from her desk.

“And I told you she’s sentient. Considering some of the other stuff we see in this job this isn’t that weird. We saw a weirder thing this morning.” Jack shuddered but didn’t elaborate. Gwen just shrugged, still looking sceptical. The Doctor turned to Ianto.

“We had a little creature in this morning. Completely harmless, seemed to be all tentacles and stumpy little legs. Adored Jack. Kept trying to hump his leg when Jack wasn’t paying attention. Very funny, though disturbing. We have no idea what it is, and Jack wasn’t impressed or even vaguely amused by its antics. It’s in the cells now, and I personally think it’s pining after him. Not that we can tell because it doesn’t speak, but it sounds unhappy and looks a little miserable. Almost like a little dog or something. I told jack he should go and pet it but he’s having none of it, and decided throwing his pen at me was the only appropriate adult response to such an idea.”

The Doctor frowned. “If it’s harmless why have you locked it up?”

“It’s just until we find out what it is and work out what to do with it. We can’t have it running around the Hub.” Jack called from his office door.

“We gave it a paddling pool to play in as it seems to like water, and we’re taking it in turns to keep it company. Martha and Mickey are down there at the moment. And I think Jenny went down to take a look too. Jack of course has had far to much paperwork to risk his leg being humped again.” Ianto smiled wryly.

“I’m quite happy not having something made of tentacles attatched to my leg thank you very much.” Jack lobbed another pen in Ianto’s direction, followed by a second one when it missed.

The Doctor laughed at the normally unphased Captain’s antics. “Let me see it. Bet you I can tell you what it is.”

Ianto and Jack led the way, bickering all the way down to the cells over the small creature, followed by a still laughing Doctor and Gwen, who was shaking her head.

“What’s in here?” The Doctor asked, leaning towards the glass of one of the cells to get a better look at its shifty inhabitant. He peered in, only to leap back when something leapt towards him.

“Weevils. Those are dangerous. Will rip out your jugular as soon as look at you. Assuming you have a jugular of course.” Ianto replied, remembering the Doctor was alien and glancing at his slim throat.

“Yes I do, and if I’m honest I’m quite attatched to it.” He put a hand up to rub his neck, gulping slightly.

They walked on, coming to the cage with the small slimy looking little alien in it. It turned to face them before hopping out of the pool and running to the glass front. Martha and Mickey waved.

Jack backed away, apparently still more than a little perturbed by it.

“Aww,” the Doctor said, crouching down. “He’s only little. This is like locking a puppy up!” The ‘puppy’ approached the Doctor, who stuck a finger through a hole in the glass. “It’s a baby splatchling. It’s a kind of pet. Lots of planets have imported and exported them for years, so no one is really sure where they come from. Bit like a dog. Labradors are a good example of the stereotypical splatchling. Craves attention. Loves all things fuss and food related. Eager to please.” The Doctor smiled at the cute little creature. If it had a tail, he was sure it would be wagging it.

Ianto opened the door, and it ran out, allowing the Doctor to fuss over it happily. It ran over to where Jack was hastily climbing onto a stool, jumping up towards him. It couldn’t quite reach him, and when he stamped at it with his heavy boot, it scarpered back to the Doctor amid cries of “Jack!” and “Don’t be mean!” from everyone else.

“I don’t want it humping my leg again!” Jack replied, trying to defend his position.

“He’ll only do that if you ignore him. It’s attention seeking behaviour,” said the Doctor, picking it up. It snuggled into him, nestling happily in his arms, basking in the attention being lavished upon it. “You could keep him as a pet. You have a water feature he’d like.”

“We already have a pet pterodactyl!” Jack protested.

“Oh go on Jack. It’s cute!” Gwen said. “Please can we keep him?” She fluttered her eyelashes at him, knowing he wouldn’t refuse. He never did.

“We could train him not to hump your leg,” Ianto offered, walking over to his Captain, running his hand up the back of Jack’s calf, relaxing him a little.

Jack looked down at the splatchling dubiously. It was being molly coddled by Gwen and the Doctor. It was cute; he’d give it that. And it didn’t seem so much slimy as smooth and shiny, like a snake. He got down from the stool and walked over, tentatively reaching out a hand towards it. It pushed its soft head into Jack’s hand making a contented keening sound at the attention.

“Now that you’ve made friends can we get him out of your dungeon? And lets give him a name. Can’t go around calling him ‘it’.” The Doctor said, catching the Captain’s small smile, which he quickly removed as the Doctor spoke. The splatchling made no indication that it objected to being referred to as an ‘it’ so long as someone was paying attention.

“How about…” Gwen paused, thinking for a second, “I’m half tempted to say Owen, just because he would have balked something chronic at the idea of a small pet alien being named after him.” She smiled.

Jack laughed. “Yes he would.”

“Especially as it’s so happy,” Ianto added.

“Owen it is then,” said Martha, stroking the newly christened member of the team.

The Doctor grinned, placing the splatchling on the floor. He walked away a few steps and then turned to it, patting his leg. “Come on then.”

Owen ran after him, skipping round his heels, eliciting an “Aww” from everyone. Jack cracked a smile, scooping up the splatchling, who, due to being short in stature and having slightly slippy legs, was having considerable difficulty navigating the stairs up to the main Hub.

After depositing Owen in his new, slightly bigger pool and leaving him to play, Jack asked the obvious question.

“So what brings you to Cardiff?”

“It’s your birthday tomorrow. Thought I’d make an appearance. I’ve only missed the last God knows how many,” he replied nonchalantly. Jack, however, wasn’t buying it.

“I’ve never told you when my birthday was. How did you know?” He folded his arms.

Ianto inwardly blanched. They hadn’t worked out the logistics of that one. The Doctor didn’t so much as blink.

“Ianto told me when I spoke to him about a week ago. And I think Martha mentioned it last time I spoke to her too. Said something about a party. I like parties.” He smiled his dazzling smile, fooling Jack. “And don’t I get hugs when I come to see you any more?” He changed the subject, opening his arms to the Captain, who smiled, stepping into the Time Lord’s embrace, pulling him into a close hug, which lingered a few seconds longer than was strictly necessary.

Ianto breathed a sigh of relief as the Doctor hugged the rest of them in turn before turning to him. “Nice save,” he whispered, feeling the Doctor smile against him.

Jack was not an easy man to slip anything by, but clearly the Doctor was a master at it. Disaster averted.

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Sorry this has taken so long to post up. I have had a lot going on recently, including another bloody knee operation… grrrrr… and to add insult to injury I lost my notebook which had this whole story in it (or at least the bit I’ve written so far) … so yeah… obviously I have found it now and I will endeavour to post more often!

newra_skylarke @ 2008-09-17T18:56:00

2008-09-17T18:01:53Z

Title: Collaboration Part 1

Rating: definitely NC-17/18/whatever the hell “shameless porn in writing comes under these days…. Or it will be in later parts. Not much in this one.

Summary: The Doctor and Ianto collaborate for Jack’s birthday present.

A/N: Don’t ask… its much safer believe me.

Disclaimer: I am the proud owner of some Torchwood Series 1 DVDs. That is it. Oh, and a John Barrowman CD and autobiography…. But yeah… nothing else but a dirty mind…The boys will be returned later, when I’m done playing with them. No profit, so don’t sue, I’m skint.

Previous parts:

I don’t think he’s wrong

http://newra-skylarke.livejournal.com/4284.html

I didn’t know, I swear!

http://newra-skylarke.livejournal.com/4887.html

The Consequences of being bad:
http://newra-skylarke.livejournal.com/5394.html

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The Doctor was mooching round the console room, looking for something to do. He was really bored. Jenny was showering somewhere, having been covered in some sort of manky yellow, what he suspected, to be saliva…But there were limits to what he would put his tongue near to check.

He very nearly jumped out of his skin when his mobile phone buzzed in his trouser pocket. He had taken to carrying it, purely for the sake of the fact that it came in handy when he wanted to play a game while he was waiting for something to happen. He never really expected it to ring, even though it did occasionally. Martha was the only one with his number, or so he thought.

He fished it out, looking at the screen. “Caller I.D. Withheld.” A phrase that normally meant trouble, but the Doctor was never one to shirk at danger and answered it anyway.

“Hello?”

A Welsh voice he had come to appreciate answered him, “Hello? Doctor?”

“Hello Ianto.”

“Oh good. I did get the number right.”

“What can I do for you?” The Doctor asked, sitting down and putting his feet up.

“Can you come to Cardiff for a bit? I need a hand with Jack’s birthday present.”

“What is it? And when is Jack’s birthday?” The Doctor was suddenly aware of the number of times he’s missed it.

“Thirteenth of May, and I’ll explain when you get here, because Jack keeps trying to find out what it is and he’s lurking everywhere.”

The Doctor chuckled at the amusement in Ianto’s voice. It did sound like Jack. “Alright, where and when do you want me?”

“There’s a Starbucks on the corner by the Plass. There around half seven in the evening on the twelfth?”

“Sure. Don’t be surprised if I’m late. Temperamental ship and all that.”

“With the Rift and all the crap that comes with it, I doubt it will matter much if you are,” came Ianto’s dry reply.

“OK, see you later then. Bye,” said the Doctor, cheerfully ending the call. He pocketed the phone and jumped up, setting the co-ordinates.

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The Doctor left Jenny a note, telling her he would be back later and that he had popped out in Cardiff, but not to go to Torchwood until he got back. He parked the Tardis and opened the doors onto the Plass. Where it was raining heavily. He squinted, trying to find the Starbucks, when a young man in a suit sped past him, his head down. The Doctor went to call out to him, but the young man ran straight towards the Starbucks he was looking for, answering his question.

He followed him into the shop, running himself and wishing he’d parked closer to the coffee shop. Like in it perhaps, or at the very least next to it. He shook himself off a little, flicking his rain soaked hair out of his eyes. The shop was full of people buying hot drinks and chatting, some in groups, some alone. He couldn’t see Ianto.

His phone suddenly rang. He flipped it open, “Ianto! Where are you?”

“I was about to ask you the same question. I’m at Starbucks.”

“So am I. Where are you?” He swept the room with his gaze. Why were there so many people in suits on the phone?

“In the queue. You?”

The Doctor retrained his attentions and spotted the young man he’d spotted on the Plass. He hadn’t recognised him as he sped past. “By the door, but I can see you so it’s ok.” He ended the call and Ianto looked straight at him. He walked over.

“What do you want?” Ianto nodded to the counter.

“Erm. I don’t have any – ”

“Don’t worry, I’ll get it.”

“Tea then please. Just bog standard tea.”

The Doctor rocked on the balls of his feet, his hands stuffed into his pockets as Ianto ordered and paid for the drinks. He followed the young Welshman (taking the time of course to appreciate the rear view in what Ianto commented was a very Jack-like fashion) to a table that had just been vacated at the back of the shop. They sat down and the Doctor shrugged out of his slightly soggy brown coat.

“So. Jack’s birthday. What’s you’re plan?” the Doctor asked, adding sugar to his tea.

“Well…” Ianto outlined his idea in hushed tones. The Doctor quirked an eyebrow.

“Hmmm. Sounds like an excellent idea. Once told Jack he’d have to buy me a drink first. Guess it’s a bit late for that isn’t it.”

Ianto smiled. “Considering the Tardis, the showers, the office, Gwen’s desk, Jack’s room – ”

“Yes, yes alright!” The Doctor grinned.

The two spent several more beverages of their choice discussing and working out the logistics of their “gift”.

“We need to get him actual things too, so that he doesn’t get all suspicious,” the Doctor said. “Is there anything that he wants?”

“He could do with some new gadgets to play with. He’s the sort of guy who needs to keep his hands busy.” He paused to look at the Doctor who had sniggered. “What?”

“That sounded really dodgy… particularly in light of the conversation we’re having.”

Ianto thought about it for a moment and smiled as he realised what the Doctor meant. “Point. Not what I meant, but truth enough.” He shrugged.

The Doctor thought for a moment. “I have lots of gizmos in the Tardis Jack would like. We’ll have a rummage and see what would suit him.”

Ianto nodded. “Where did you park it?”

“On the Plass, by the fountain. Can top her up on Rift energy while I’m here. Keep the old girl happy.” The Doctor smiled.

“I didn’t see it.”

“There’s a perception filter on it. Can’t see it unless you know where it is, or you watched it land. Blink and you’ll miss it.”

“We have a lift that works like that. Jack likes to introduce visitors that way because it’s “swanky” and cool, whereas the front door isn’t.”

“Jack and his toys.”

“Exactly.”

“Can I see that way?” The Doctor asked, his expression turning to one similar to a kid in a candy store.

“After his present, I think you could ask for anything your whim desires and he would be unable to refuse you.” Ianto took another sip of his coffee. “Though having said that, if I told him you were on the Plass he would probably be more than happy to show off and come up to greet you that way, especially as it seems to have stopped raining.” They peered at the sky suspiciously. It seemed to be daring them to come back out so that it could open up and dump some more water on them unceremoniously.

“What should I wear to this shindig then? Suit seems a bit much really. Jeans and a t-shirt? Or maybe a casual button down shirt?” the Doctor mused.

“Oh no, stick with the suit. Jack is a sucker for a guy in a suit. One of the reasons he likes me so much. I look good in a suit, and so do you. Girls it’s tight jeans and t-shirts, men, it’s all about the suit with the ass defining trousers.”

“Is that why he couldn’t ever keep his eyes off me and on whatever task he’d been given?” The Doctor raised his eyebrows.

“That and the fact that it’s Jack. He will stare at you until the cows come home with alien friends.”

“Ah. I see. All right then, suit it is, just to keep the birthday boy happy. Where did you get the idea for this set up then?”

“Aside from the oh-so-positive response from last time? The archives, you and Jack cross reference to each other everywhere. It’s an interesting read, going through all the stuff that he said about you throughout the century before he found you again. He went from loving you, to being really bitter, to loving you again. The bitterness showed up when he had to lock us in the Hub for the day because it would mess with the time lines if we bumped into Jack running around with you in Cardiff. Not that we were told that at the time, not even when the Rift opened. He wouldn’t let us out even then, just said it would get fixed and that it would all be fine. Owen manked for weeks until Jack threatened to piss in his coffee if he didn’t quit.” Ianto looked suddenly sad.

“Who was Owen?” the Doctor asked gently.

“Our old medic. He died. Twice. Sort of. Completely gone now. Not even a body. Just a name on a filing cabinet and some belongings. We lost two that day. Lost our tech expert that day. She was brilliant. They both were.” Ianto replied.

“What was her name?”

“Toshiko Sato.”

“Was she a doctor?” the Doctor queried, straining his memory. He was sure he knew that name from somewhere.

“No. She had to fake it once because Owen was hung over, unreachable and useless. It was quite funny really. Something about a space-pig.”

“Space-pig! I knew I’d met her before.” The Doctor grinned. “Japanese woman. Pretty, petite, wears glasses?”

“Yeah, that’s Tosh.”

“I met her. She must have been bloody good, because I thought she was a medic.”

“Tosh was good at everything. No, she was better than good, she was fantastic. They both were. Despite all the snarkiness we were quite a tight knit group, particularly after Jack left, cause we had to cope without him, and it made us stronger as a unit. There was never any real malice even if we argued properly. It was all just bickering.” Ianto swirled the remains of his coffee, smiling softly at the memories. It was still a sad smile.

“How did they die?”

“Owen got shot by some nutty professor the first time. Then Jack used a piece of alien tech, which brought him back. Very bad idea. We had death wandering around for the day. Had a go at getting thirteen souls. Got defeated by the dead man walking. Owen being dead got us out of a tight spot that day. Wouldn’t have managed it otherwise. Second time he got stuck in a nuclear reactor. His body disintegrated. Tosh got shot by Jack’s psychotic brother Grey. Jack let go of his hand when they were kids. They were running from invaders and Grey got caught because Jack let go. Resulted in him wanting to get Jack back for the years of torture he endured. Even when she went down she kept going, and didn’t give up until she’d stopped a nuclear meltdown. Spent her last moments saving the world. As did Owen.”

“At least it wasn’t an incident with a toaster.”

Ianto burst out laughing. “That’s what she said. That is almost creepy.”

“I have a knack for things like that.” The Doctor thought back to all the companions he’d lost, or left behind. Ace, Perry, Sarah-Jane, Adric, Susan… Rose. He whacked back the last of his tea, deciding a lighter topic of conversation was needed. “Shall we go and see what we can find in the Tardis for our favourite Captain?”

“Yup. Come on.” They started outside but then the Doctor froze.

“What’s wrong?” Ianto asked, following the Doctor’s gaze. He couldn’t see anything. Apparently this was the problem, as neither could the Doctor.

“The Tardis is gone.”

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Dun dun dun! Where has the Tardis gone? With Jenny still inside? Find out when ever I get round to typing up the next bit!

just crack!fic.... really... maybe a little fluffy near the end.

2008-09-14T13:55:06Z

Title: There are certain things we need to keep in the archives.

Summary: Ianto wants more than a pay rise.

Rating: PG-13 for bad language and innuendo

A/N: If I owned them I wouldn’t need fan-fic. Set just after end of TWS2 but before DWS4 finale.

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It was freezing. It was pouring with rain and blowing a gale. The sewers off Cardiff were flooded and Jack, Gwen and Ianto were running around getting soaking wet chasing weevils.

Ianto had long ago dispensed with his tie and suit jacket, as they were unsuitable for the task and generally made matters worse. (Jack’s comment had been that he looked good with wet clothes anyway, as they showed off his body. Ianto had rolled his eyes.) Jack’s heavy wool greatcoat had slowed him down by weighing a ton when soaked through, so that too had been shoved into the back of the SUV. Rhys was sat in the SUV using their trackers to pin point the weevils and give the team directions and street names. When they caught anything, he would get into his company lorry and drive to them to pick it up. The van was starting to fill up. They might need to a make a stop at the Hub soon to empty it into the cells.

He had been given a blue tooth device to communicate with the team, and so far had heard a lot of background whinging about the weather, Jack promising to warm Ianto up later, and threats from both Welsh members of the team involving finding a way of passing on hypothermia.

“Ok, I’ve had enough. Can we go now?” Gwen’s exhausted voice sounded in his ear.

“Rhys, please tell me there are no more blips on that screen.” Ianto’s pleading voice followed.

“Sorry guys, you’re in for a long night,” Rhys replied, “There’s another forty odd at least and more keep popping up.”

Groans greeted his reply, along with some colourful Welsh curses.

“Oh come on! Suck it up!” Jack said light heartedly, “It could be worse.”

“”Oh God Jack! There is no plausible way that this could get any worse,” Gwen snapped.

A crack of thunder followed almost immediately by a flash of lightning put an end to her statement.

“Great. Fucking brilliant.” Angry sarcasm spat from her.

“Ok Rhys, can you bring the truck? We’ve got a couple more. Then we’ll head back to the Hub, unload, pause to change and drink hot coffee and then it’s back of out for the rest of them,” Jack said cheerfully.

Rhys got out of the SUV and locked it, getting into the cabin of his lorry as Ianto spoke.

“You do not pay us enough for this Harkness,” he said dryly.

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Once the weevils were in the cells, the team changed into dry cloths and Ianto made coffee.

“Ianto, you are an angel,” Gwen gushed, accepting her cup gratefully.

They all sat huddled on the couch for warmth, Gwen curled up between Jack and Rhy, with Ianto on Jack’s other side.

“I really hate British weather,” Gwen grumbled.

“I think I speak for everyone in the room when I say ‘hear here’,” Ianto replied, shuffling a little closer to Jack and shivering.

“And just think, we get to go back out in it in five minutes,” Jack reminded them, sipping his coffee and wrapping his free arm around Ianto, who snuggled into his side.

“Not unless you have something akin to pocket warmers in the archives,” Gwen mumbled quietly.

“Nope. I looked before we went out the first time,” Ianto said miserably, “I’m going to put them on the kit requisition list tomorrow.”

“Good. We need them.”

“Don’t worry Ianto. I’ll warm you up when we’re done,” Jack chuckled, kissing the top of Ianto’s head.

“Not if I’ve frozen my bollocks off first.”

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Complete randomness.

Just some fluff

2008-09-14T10:48:44Z

Title: Of Trees and Other Things.

Summary: Jack opens his mouth, with unexpected results.

Rating: PG… If you squint.

Pairing: Jack/Doctor…. And sort of implied Ianto being thrown in there too.

A/N: I got bored yesterday and started scribbling this down… it sort of manifested into something cute. Pure fluff fic…

Disclaimer: I would love to own them, but I suspect if I did, Doctor Who would not be a family show. There would be way too much Porn!

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“ – And there were these trees, fantastic things they were! Brilliantly coloured. Burgundy trunks with every variation of yellow, orange and red you could think of. Really beau – ”

“I’ve fallen in love with you,” Jack interrupted, his words tumbling out of his mouth in a rush. He hadn’t even intended to say them. He’d meant to ask if the Doctor had a picture of these trees, or if they could go and have a look at them one day.

Now there was a look of utter astonishment on the Doctor’s face. Jack would have been impressed at his ability to render the Doctor speechless, if it wasn’t for the fact that those words had been the ones that did it. He was at a loss for words, which never happened to the Time Lord, not ever, unless, it seemed, Jack declared he loved him.

The Doctor opened and closed his mouth, looking a bit like a fish as he did so, seemingly unsure what the appropriate response to such a statement was. Jack’s eyes widened in horror.

“I can’t believe I just said that,” he said, his voice a little hoarse as his mouth went dry. He was suddenly glad that his office door was shut as he and the Doctor drank their proffered caffinated beverages while the Tardis recharged.

The Doctor found his voice. “You…you love… me?” He didn’t sound as if the notion was unpleasant, more… unexpected. Jack wasn’t sure if this was to be taken as an encouraging sign or not. He decided not.

“Forget I ever said anything, honest – ” Jack averted his eyes, looking at the piece of coral sitting innocently on his desk.

He felt a hand on his cheek, tilting his face back towards the Doctor. He looked up just in time to see The Doctor leaning across the desk. Just in time to see his face inches from Jack’s own. Just in time to see those inches become millimetres, and then nothing as the Doctor’s lips tentatively brushed his own, testing the waters.

Jack let his eyes slip closed; bring one of his hands up to card through the Doctor’s soft hair. He kissed back, a sweet kiss that made both of them gasp.

“I love you too.” The whispered words washed over Jack’s ears as the Gallifrayan’s lips ghosted over his.

“Thought you didn’t do domestic,” Jack breathed, not daring to open his eyes for fear he was dreaming.

“That was before I loved you.”

They kissed again, more passionately, with a lot of tongue, teeth clashing with the desperateness of it. But it was perfect, for all it ‘s awkwardness, because it was them, after so long denying and waiting. They needed each other so much, because this was what they had been wanting for so long. It was everything it should be. Full of fire and passion and want and need and love, lust skittering in as the Doctor climbed onto the desk, kneeling on it as he clutched one hand into Jack’s hair and the other at the back of his neck. Jack’s hands clutched at his suit jacket and slipping under his shirt as it came loose from his trousers.

The Doctor moaned softly as Jack’s hand splayed across his chest, feeling his dual heartbeat as his hearts pounded in his chest to Jack’s one, all beating in perfect rhythm, which amplified the feeling and intensity of their frantic, impassioned kiss.

So much so that they almost missed the office door opening and Ianto and Gwen’s joint shocked gasps, followed by “I shouldn’t find that as hot as I do right?” from Ianto. So much so that when the Doctor’s tea got knocked off the desk and Ianto swore, they noticed but didn’t care. So much so that when Mickey came up to find out what all the fuss was about and exclaimed loudly that he was going to be sick, Jack flipped him the finger, but didn’t break the kiss. He heard his team leave and the door close, and briefly wondered when the Doctor had become brazen enough to snog him while kneeling on his desk while they had an audience, but found he didn’t care.

When the kiss finally broke, because they needed the oxygen more than anything else, their foreheads rested against each other as their heaving breathing became the only sound in the room, aside from their wildly beating hears. Jack’s thumb gently caressed the Doctor’s neck, while the Doctor smiled softly, still kneeling on the desk.

“So… Your bit of Welsh gorgeousness enjoyed that did he?” The Doctor’s voice was jovial.

“Oh yes. He’s asked me before what kind of kisser you were. I had to tell him I didn’t know. He wasn’t impressed. Most disappointed,” Jack replied, grinning.

The Doctor turned serious. “I meant it you know. I wasn’t just saying it because you did. I love you.”

Jack nodded, capturing the Doctor’s lips in a chaste but heated kiss. “I know. I felt it.”

“There’s more where that came from.” The Doctor still hadn’t moved off the desk and Jack’s hand was still under his shirt, feeling his hearts slow to their normal samba rhythm.

“Good, because I can’t get enough of you.” Jack leaned in and kissed the Doctor again, making a mental note to chide his team for moving the four CCTV cameras that were now point into his office, but not without giving them a show.

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It was just a bit of cuteness. Not even sure I like bits of it, but I like it overall so that’s fine!

Feedback is love!

newra_skylarke @ 2008-09-14T10:51:00

2008-09-14T09:53:15Z

Title: Settle Down

Summary: Rose re-iterates a point she made years before on an impossible planet as her and her human Doctor wait for her dad.

Pairing: Rose/Doctor

A/N: moment of madness that begged to be written.

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As they strolled along the beach, the Doctor grumbled. “I’m going to have to settle down! Stay in one place! Well, one planet, suppose I could travel around Earth… but… where am I meant to live? Of course I say “I” I mean “we”… but…” The Doctor grumbled away a bit more to himself, while Rose smiled and waited for the right moment. “We’re going to have to get a house or something! A proper house! Can you imagine me living in a house? With doors and carpets?”

“You’re going to have to get a mortgage,” she said in the same singsong voice she had used last time they’d had the “Doctor living in a house” conversation.

“I meant it when I said my life was over and I was going to die.” His smile gave him away, he remembered the last time, and how she had said, “being stuck with you, that’s not so bad.” And how he’d smiled in response in a sort of sweet way, because he adored her, and being stuck with her wasn’t so bad either, if she’d have him.

“Tell you what. We’ll get a mortgage. Together,” Rose said, linking her arm with his.

“Still all over. But being stuck with you. That’s not so bad.” He said, smiling as the sound of a helicopter interrupted the peace.

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It wanted writing. It really did. I wrote it a while ago, on paper, and then found it last night, and its been poking around in my brain ever since, trying to find a way into my computer, so I thought I would save it the trouble!

Feedback for the plot bunnies and me is love!

newra_skylarke @ 2008-09-13T18:29:00

2008-09-13T17:31:41Z

Title: If you can’t beat them…
Summary: There’s no convincing him.
Pairing: Nine/Jack
Rating: Safe. Nothing bad at all.
A/N: just a little dialogue thing. Thought it was fun. Came to me at like two in the morning.
Disclaimer: If I owned the Doctor, he would never be lonely again, and if I owned Jack, I wouldn’t be either.

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“Oh come on! Release your inner teenager!”

“Nope. I refuse.”

“Not even for me?”

“Especially not for you. God knows what would happen.”

“Nothing bad.”

*Derisive snort*

“What? Am I really that bad?”

*Pointed look*

“So I am, I’m never going to change am I. And you know what they say, if you can’t beat them – ”

“Bid a hasty retreat and run the other way.”

*Sigh*

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See why it could never be Ten? He is like a big kid in a sweet shop, or possibly a large puppy… Never really decided. Anyway. He’s too happy. Nine is suitably sombre.

might not be up to my usual

2008-08-25T18:31:06Z

Title: Another ordinary day at the office…Until
Summary: Ianto’s daily schedule changes.
A/N: The italicised bit it almost identical to an Army advert I saw on the bus a few months ago, which made me giggle. I wrote it down (having nothing better to do on the bus) and I found it while clearing out my room last week (its amazing what turns up when you throw the crap out). Thought I would make a fic out of it. So credit to the promotional team at the British Army for that!
pairing: Jack and Ianto at the end. the VERY end. because it was the only way i could make it all fit in the way i wanted it to. sort of anyway...

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Alarm goes off. Press snooze.

Of all the things Ianto Jones disliked in the universe, there was only one thing he truly loathed with every fibre of his being. The infuriatingly irritating noise his alarm made at 0630 every morning of every morning of every week. Which wanker was it that got paid to decide that your morning wake up call should sound akin to a heart monitor attatched to a mega phone? Who ever it was should be shot. As should the tosser who paid him for the idea. Repeatedly. He started to dose off again.

Alarm goes off again. Wake up.

He bashed the off button on top of the clock, cursing his lack of decent sleep. He hadn’t had a single day off since he joined Torchwood London a year before. No rest for the wicked. Work started too early and finished too late. Torchwood wasn’t a nine to five job. Unless, of course, your name was Yvonne Hartman. Then you could turn up and fuck off as and when you pleased. Ianto’s was a start at 0730 and finish at 2200. And those were the good days.

Get up. Go to the loo. Get washed. Get dressed.

As he pulled on his immaculately pressed suit, Ianto considered what about his job he actually enjoyed. Being Junior Researcher down the “dungeon” (meaning basement) of the Torchwood Tower was hardly the most fun filled job in the world, and came with few perks. There were two. One was that he got to drink decent coffee due to the fantastic coffee machine, and the other was the fact that he got to tinker with stuff that most people could only dream of. Aliens. Time shifts. Artefacts from places beyond human comprehension. Amazing things.

Rush breakfast.

He grabbed a piece of toast and stuck it in his mouth as he grabbed his travel mug off the side and ran for the front door.

Check for keys, wallet, mobile. Leave house. Start car. Turn on radio.

Ianto swung out of his driveway, his mouth still full of toast, the rest of the slice on the dashboard. He turned out of his street and headed towards the motorway.

Get stuck in traffic.

Seven in the morning, and the traffic was at a standstill. What he wouldn’t give for Welsh country roads. He turned off his engine. No point in wasting petrol, he mused as the traffic report came in.

“Traffic is at a standstill on the M25 in both directions, with big tail backs on either side from junction 10, still not sure what’s causing the problems there but try and avoid it if you can.” The overly chipper voice of the girl reading the report did nothing for Ianto’s mood. It never did.

“Oh yeah. Great. Thanks for telling me that now,” he grumbled, reaching for his coffee. “Oh bollocks!”

He’d forgotten to put the water in. He stared at the now useless instant granules menacingly for a moment before sticking the cup back in it’s holder and picking up his remaining, and now cold, toast munching through it in a thoroughly dissatisfied manner.

The traffic report ended and Ianto choked in pure horror at the next word out of the speakers.

“And now Britney Spears “Toxic” for you ladies and gentlemen, requested by Alice for her daughter Sally, who is seven today!” the DJ sounded far to enthused by this selection. Ianto thwacked his head off the steering wheel as the opening bars filtered into his car.

Get annoyed by irritating song on the radio. Turn off radio.

Ianto spent the rest of his snailing journey in silence, preferring it to the drivel that got spouted out of his radio every morning. He really needed to get the CD player fixed.

Arrive late for work.

He walked into his office, smiling grimly at his co-worker Neil, who nodded sympathetically as Ianto dumped his coat on the chair by the door that the pair used as a coat rack.

Yawn.

He was so tired. Damned lack of hot coffee. He headed for the coffee machine in the corner, longing for the day when he could afford to buy himself one for his tiny little flat. He hated instant, but had little time for anything else before or after work, unless of course it involved copious amounts of sleep. That he had time for.

Make coffee.

He sighed happily as he took that first sip. Heaven in a cup. He picked up Neil’s and set on the desk as he passed. Neil looked eternally grateful, grabbing his cup in haste. He adored Ianto’s coffee, and waited for a cup every morning. He needed the caffeine. They all did in this job, but Neil couldn’t make coffee worth shit.

Ianto sat down and booted up his computer, drinking more of his coffee, deciding that he was almost glad that he’s forgotten to make the instant shit.

Wake up properly.

This was his only time where he could relax, before his computer was actually online. He couldn’t do much until then, so this was his minute and thirty four seconds to himself.

Check e-mails.

Bugger. Meeting. Damn. It wasn’t even an interesting one. It was the bi-weekly “how can everything that turns up that is alien related be linked back to the Doctor?” meeting. It was stupid, because the same conclusion could be drawn at every turn. They were nowhere nearer to finding him than they had been in 1879 when Torchwood was founded in Scotland. And what was worse was that he turned up all the time. He’d been in 10 Downing Street, and some idiot had let him go. Again. He used to work with UNIT, but some pillock there had cocked up too.

He checked a box in reply, so they didn’t hound him to make sure he attended and sifted through the rest. Most of it was crap. He wasn’t sure that the Spam filters on the e-mail system were up to much, given the sheer volumes of rubbish that came through.

There were a few interoffice jokes that had been in circulation a while now, some old, some new. The new ones Ianto read to Neil, who never seemed to get them, much to his chagrin. Then he spotted an e-mail to do with holidays to the Mediterranean.

Look for holidays on the internet.

He knew he was never likely to get a holiday in his life, but he was allowed to dream of getting one. He might, if he was lucky, get a week off for injury or something, and be damned if he was going to stay at home. He would go on holiday. Even if it was just a trip to Wales to see his Mam and Tad. It would be worth it, just to get away from this city. Just for the day. He wouldn’t mind being a field agent. They got to go places. He stared at the inside of this building day in, day out. He browsed until he had to leave for his meeting, interspacing the loading pages with random bits of work. He was generally efficient, and there didn’t seem to be that much he had to do today. Maybe he could go home early. He could almost bet his life that the moment Yvonne left, anyone who could would be gone within minutes.

Go to meeting.

He sat down and listened to the last four days worth of prattle, knowing all of it was rubbish. He rolled his eyes.

Pretend to be interested.

He glazed his expression in just the right way, so it looked like he was listening intently. He even “made notes” in short hand. Really he was just writing down his plans for that holiday, but he knew no one else in the room could read shorthand anyway, so it really didn’t make all that much difference.

Nod in right places.

He was careful to nod periodically, in understanding, earnest and acceptance, when really he had next to know idea what he was agreeing too.

Daydream.

His list of things to do when he got that holiday was getting longer with every passing minute, meaning that by the time the meeting was over he had contributed very little, gained even less, but had three and a half pages of notes.

Return to desk none the wiser.

When he was asked about the meeting he shrugged. “Same old crap. Don’t really see why I have to go to be honest. It doesn’t get anyone anywhere.”

Make coffee.

He passed Neil his coffee and settled to watch the interoffice messaging window for a bit. There was always something interesting on there, and he could watch it while working, as he still did a lot of stuff by hand and then wrote it up later, just for the ease of doing it. He could make sense of stuff when he could spread it out in front of him, more so than when it was on a screen anyway.

Listen to office gossip.

There seemed to be some sort of hubbub about a girl who did the accounts having been caught in a cupboard about to have sex with one of Yvonne’s secretaries, and it was the big news of the day, because the unfortunate girl in question had been hauled into the Boss’s office for “a little chat”. More likely to be railed at because the Boss’s favourite office boy got seduced. Oopsie. Ianto sniggered.

Go to stationary cupboard for paperclips.

He did need the paper clips, mostly to stop his various bits of paper getting muddled up, something that happened all too often due to the pitiful size of his desk, and the amount of space his computer took up on said desk. The other reason for wanting them was that he could use them to mend the stupid desk temporarily, as a sort of replacement for screws in one of the legs, which apparently it was too much hassle to repair. Ianto was going to bring in a screwdriver and a screw tomorrow, because it was getting stupid.

Avoid person you snogged at the Christmas party.

The girl almost saw him, almost. She was pretty, but stupid, and he couldn’t abide stupid people. He’d been very drunk at the Christmas party, and therefore had not been altogether responsible for his actions. Once he was sure she had gone, he went back to his office to repair his desk, for the third time that day.

Check e-mails. Make interesting sculpture out of paperclips.

It looked sort of like a dog, or possibly a sheep. It was a little difficult to tell. He asked what Neil thought, and the response was far from inspirational.

“It looks like you’re playing with some paperclips Yan.” It was a good natured reprimand, meaning if anyone rats up to Yvonne he’d get his ass whipped, and not in a good way.

Shuffle paper.

He sighed and started sorting through the pile of paperwork, not actually doing anything except organising it and putting all the pages where they should go.

Look busy. Check watch.

Half one. Fantastic. Food. He asked if Neil wanted anything and got the usual shake of the head, which signified that Neil’s wife had made him something.

Go to lunch. Buy same sandwich from same shop. Eat sandwich at desk.

He actually did some work over lunch, finding a case that actually held his interest because it looked genuine. He looked it up, cross referenced it all over the archives and poked around on the internet before sending an e-mail to one of the girls a little higher up (still in the “dungeon” but still higher up) to tell them that he had worked out one of the cases and would send a report by the end of the day.

Make coffee.

He went over to the coffee machine and made some more coffee, praising caffeine and all things it came in.

His computer died half way through the report, but he was able to hit print just before doing so, meaning that he didn’t have to start over. This was the other reason he preferred doing everything by hand. He was less likely to have a meltdown resulting in loss of data. His computer was ancient, and it was beginning to show. Luckily for Ianto, there were tell tale signs before the machine puttered out, like a whining from the tower, and the mouse would stop working.

Repeat office gossip.

He told Neil about the girl from accounts, and Neil whooped. It was interesting, because things like that normally weren’t abnormal. Yvonne normally didn’t notice or if she did, didn’t care, so there was a bit of hype about why this one was so different from all the others.

He finished the report as Neil read out things from the interoffice messaging channel and they sniggered at it. There were some vivid imaginations in Torchwood. It was hilarious.

Bump into Boss in lift.

He left the office, report in hand to take it up stairs. It was a shock to find Yvonne in the same lift. What was she doing here?

Make small talk. Laugh at Boss’ unfunny joke.

That was an experience he never wanted to repeat. That woman was awful on so many levels. He went and handed in the report, taking the stairs on the way back down to avoid any more impromptu meetings with people who never normally came down this far into the building.

Check e-mail.

It was just his luck that the report was finished by hand just as his computer spluttered back to life, and his inbox was full of Spam again. And more damned porn. It wasn’t even good porn. Which was the insulting thing. If someone was going to sign him up for it, couldn’t they do a decent job of it and get the decent stuff? He deleted it all again, grumbling.

Make more coffee.

It was amazing how much of the stuff they went through. Couldn’t be good for the blood pressure, but then again, neither was this job. He wondered how many people had died from high blood pressure in this job. He might have to look it up, just for the sake of his own morbid curiosity.

Flirt with colleague.

Just as he was sitting back down, Lisa came in with one of his reports from the day before, asking about something. He wasn’t sure what, because he was too busy staring at her and wondering if he could come up with something clever to say that would make her smile. His vague attempts to seemed to make her smile, which was helpful.

She left the report on his desk and left, throwing him a wink as she did so, earning a wolf whistle from Neil.

Ask colleague out via e-mail.

It was a stupid idea really, but there was nothing for it. He wasn’t going up there. It was just a no.

Get no reply.

Hardly encouraging. Neil was trying to give him tips, but it wasn’t helping. They sounded like even worse ideas than the one’s he’d come up with on his own.

Sign leaving card for someone you don’t know.

This in itself was an interesting event. Normally people who left got Retconned, and everyone knew it, so leaving cards were kind of null and void, and a waste of time, because the receiver wouldn’t get it, or have any idea who it was from. When he checked this with Neil, he was told that the person was transferring to Torchwood Two in Glasgow. That explained everything. He signed the card, giving it back to Neil.

Shuffle more papers.

He browsed the file Lisa had given him, trying to remember what she had said was the matter with it, finding a note from her on the page in question, which was immensely helpful. How would he had worked it out without her?

Check e-mails. Still no reply from colleague.

It was silly of him really. Most people only looked at their e-mail once in the morning and once just after lunch, so it wasn’t really something that he was likely to get a reply to today. He wished Lisa was one of those people who did check their e-mail every hour or so, but she wasn’t.

Check watch.

So much time, so little to do.

Walk around with a piece of paper looking busy.

This was the “I’m Bored” signal. Neil knew it well and started throwing bits of scrap paper at him, trying to get him to stop it, even though he knew it would do nothing but make a mess that Ianto would clean up. But it would stop him being bored though, so in a sort of demented way, it was an effective solution to the problem, until he got bored again and Neil ran out of scrap paper.

Check e-mail.

Still nothing.

Check to see if Boss has left work.

He had a look on the interoffice messaging channel. There was a relay system. One of the secretaries would give a codeword in three consecutive sentences, which told anyone who was watching that Yvonne had left the building and that in a few minutes, the rest of them could pack up and go. It was quite late for Yvonne. Eight thirty. Normally she was gone by six at the latest. Maybe the jaunt down to the “dungeon” had made her run late. Who cared? He could go home! He poured some coffee into his travel mug and waved to Neil as he grabbed his coat.

Leave work. Get stuck in traffic.

He couldn’t believe the traffic at this time of night. Only in London. He’d never known anywhere else like it.

Get home. Make dinner. Watch rubbish T.V.

There was nothing on. There never was. Some soaps, which Ianto scoffed at and a few documentaries, but nothing that could hold his interest once he’d finished eating.

Yawn. Go to bed.

Sleep. Sleep was good

Repeat until weekend.

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Or that’s now it should have been. Only it wasn’t, because the very next day, there was a big disturbance in the Torchwood Tower. By the name of Captain Jack Harkness. He was Yvonne’s equal from Torchwood Three in Cardiff, and the havoc he reeked every time he entered Torchwood London was phenomenal, purely because of the fights he’s get into with Yvonne. He argued with her on every turn. Literally every single one. There was nothing they could agree on except their hatred for each other.

Ianto had only glimpsed him once, at a distance as he stormed through a door when Ianto was coming in from lunch, and he had been stunned. Jack Harkness was an enigma of a man, with a big billowing coat and a very self-assured stance and stride. Not to mention he was gorgeous. Ianto wasn’t normally that way inclined, but there was a distinct feeling that for this man, Ianto could make an exception.

He was rumoured to be a complete sex fiend. Half the women (and half the men too now he thought about it) had storied which surfaced whenever the Captain appeared of the flirtation and the innuendo which dripped from the Captain’s every word.

Ianto was not so lucky normally, as he was so deep underground, but today, was his lucky day. The Captain wanted something from the archives and Yvonne wouldn’t give it to him, so he was going to just go and get it himself, with the help of some rebellious member of staff.

Ianto, it seemed, was his choice.

“Hi there. Captain Jack Harkness. I need a hand finding something in the archives. I was told I could find a willing volunteer here. Any takers?”

Ianto’s jaw dropped. That smile! He was just gobsmackingly gorgeous, even more so up close. And he smelled good too. Really good. Nice aftershave.

It was surreal. How could this man be standing here? He stood, motioning for Captain Harkness to follow him.

“What was it you were looking for sir?”

“Ooh! You’re not local! A Welshman. Love that accent. Very nice. And I was looking for a sonic binary coded rift predictor, but can I take you home instead?”

There was a leer, and the man was too close. His hands brushed Ianto’s sides from behind, and he nearly jumped. He led the way to the correct part of the archives, unsure of what the correct answer to that question was.

He handed the Captain the equipment he’d come for.

“You,” he said, leaning close to Ianto, cupping his hand along Ianto’s jaw, “have just saved me a heck of a lot of bother. Thank you.” He brushed his thumb over Ianto’s bottom lip, tipped him a wink, then turned, walking away.

Ianto slid down the shelving unit. That was…different. A day to remember, rather than another of the same he wanted to forget.

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I wrote this when I was really just kinda dead. I got four hours sleep, due to being unable to get back to sleep when my sister coughed her guts up at half three this morning. May go back to bed now. Not sure I like some of it, but never mind. It’s as good as its ever going to get.

newra_skylarke @ 2008-08-24T22:43:00

2008-08-24T21:45:02Z

Title: How about Truth or Dare
Summary: Eve’s big idea.
Pairings: David Tennant and John Barrowman primarily. Though in this case that doesn’t actually mean anything.
A/N: this is the prequel to “Oh Bollocks” which I posted like two weeks ago…

Links to my other fics in this series:
I'll show you fucking intimidated:
http://newra-skylarke.livejournal.com/2471.html
Barrowman I swear if you do that one more time:
http://newra-skylarke.livejournal.com/3152.html
Oh Bollocks:
http://newra-skylarke.livejournal.com/4650.html

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“Ok. I never… sat inside a Dalek prop to listen to gossip.” Freema said, laughing hard as David, John and Billie drank.

“Oh Christ, what did you hear?” Catherine asked, sitting up with interest.

“I had heard some that some interesting rumours about me were flying around, so I kicked someone out of their Dalek for a bit to find out what they were,” David answered, sniggering slightly.

“And we were in the Daleks either side for the same reason, because he knew we would want to know, and we knew he’d refuse to tell us.” John replied, laughing as his Scottish accent took over from listening to David talk.

“What were the rumours?” Scott asked, smirking.

“Sordid details about my interactions with you and John apparently. Also, Gareth was thinking about asking if he could join in next time, because he thought you were cute.” David replied, smirking at the now bright red Welshman, who did nothing to deny it.

All eyes turned on Gareth, who tried to avert his eyes, and brought his glass up in front of his face.

“I think we should change the game,” said John, his eyes glinting. “I think truth or dare.”

Gareth visibly gulped. This could not go well.

“I think that’s a good idea,” replied Catherine, “But I might have to sit this one out, because I don’t think I can handle anymore alcohol, and there are so many things I’m not telling you people, and even more I’m not doing.”

“I think all the girls should sit out,” Billie chipped in. “Boy’s only game.”

The boys raised their eyebrows, looking to each other. Gareth was the only one not to respond, as he continued to try to hide behind his glass.

“I think the girls have to play, because they come up with half the good questions!” David declared, “we can think up a different forfeit for those who don’t want to be cleaning their vomit of my carpet in the morning!” He took another sip of his own drink and swayed slightly.

“Come on! Please?” John threw his best puppy-eyed look. It could get Russell to agree to a lot of things, so maybe it would work on the girls. Freema rolled her eyes and refused to look at him, Billie giggled, and Catherine looked at him like a bull looks at an oncoming train. She wasn’t going to budge.

He prodded David, who also threw the kicked puppy look the fans all loved him for, because it made them want to hug him. Freema caved under the pressure of the duo’s gazes, and raised her hands in defeat. Billie just giggled more and Catherine smirked a little, still not budging.

“You know girls, you won’t find out any gossip at all if you don’t offer some up,” Scott said cunningly, swirling his drink a little.

Billie looked up. “You mean there are things we still don’t know?” she looked shocked.

“Oh yes. Lots.” Scott replied, smirking slightly and giving her a wink.

“Ok, I’m in.” Billie decided, looking at Catherine, who seemed unphased.

“I’ve heard about your games. They generally end up being unsavoury.

“Come one! Where’s your sense of adventure!” David exclaimed.

“I’ve spent hours at a time with you in a prop box. More than enough adventure for me thank you.” Catherine snarked, causing some of the others to giggle. David was well known for his dislike of the prop box, and also well known for voicing his displeasure. Often. And continuously.

“You can’t tell me there aren’t things you want to know.” John intoned, laughing a little.

“There are lots of things many people want to know, doesn’t mean the thousands of fan-girls get to find out you shagged David into his own sofa.”

“That’s cause there would be uproar. The Doctor? With all his female companions? Shacking up with intergalactic sex fiend Captain Jack Harkness?” John replied.

“There are many fans who would die to here that. Have you not seen the “Who Porn”?

“No, and I don’t want him to!” Scott interjected quickly. “He gets enough lewd ideas as it is, I don’t need a him finding out what the fans think he should be doing in his spare time.”

Catherine sighed. “Fine. But I’m not drinking. So what’s my forfeit if I don’t want to answer or do something?”

“We’ll think of something when we hit that problem.” David replied.

“Now… Gareth. I think as you prompted the game change you have to go first. Truth or Dare?” John asked, his eyes glinting. Whatever Gareth said, he was going to get something out of him.

Gareth seemed struck by indecision. “Truth,” he winced as he spoke, clearly not wanting to do either, and unsure as to whether or not he had chosen the lesser of two evils.

“Are the rumours true? The ones about you wanting to join in.” John asked.

Gareth mumbled something unintelligible, bowing his head as the blush crept further up his cheeks.

“Pardon? What was that? I didn’t hear you,” Freema giggled, moving her head closer to him.

“Yes!” Gareth exclaimed exasperatedly, clapping his hand over his mouth at the volume.

John and David whooped. They’d been trying to draw this information out of him for weeks. The girls wolf whistled and Scott threw Gareth a wink. Gareth flushed more, trying not to look as mortified as he felt. Now that was out, there were going to be problems.

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After an hour of play, the dares were getting more and more silly for the girls, and more and more lurid for the boys. Scott had been dragged into every one of Gareth’s dares, and Gareth had been dragged into every one of Scott’s. Catherine’s forfeit had been decided as a rendition of the “Hey Ryan, you’re so fine!” cheerleading routine she had done once for her show. She was loath to repeat it, but it caused waves of giggles from the others every time, and they refused to consider changing it.

“Ok. It’s time for the group dare.” David decided.

“I’ve got one. The ultimate group dare.”

Everyone turned to look at Eve. David and John spared each other a glance. They knew what was coming. Everyone was very drunk, Eve included. So the dares had been getting braver. But this was going to top them all.

Then the quotes came out. Burn wasn’t present, but Eve stole his old line in memory.

“Lets all have sex.” She mimicked everything from facial expression to tone and accent, sending the others into peals of laughter.

“And I thought the end of the world couldn’t get any worse,” Gareth intoned, trying to keep a straight face.

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It’s not as detailed as I think I initially intended it to be. But that is because I can’t write women. At all. Men getting it on I can do, but I can’t write women for shit. Never goes well, so lets just leave it there!

Feed the Plot Bunny!

newra_skylarke @ 2008-08-24T22:37:00

2008-08-24T21:40:30Z

Title: Character development or Actors ‘thing’?
Pairing: John Barrowman/David Tennant
Summary: John questions David over the Doctor’s character traits.
Rating: odd for me to be this safe but Pg- 13
Disclaimer: If I owned them, Barrowman would so not be gay. Bi, yes. Gay, no. As he is, what does that tell you?

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John rapped his knuckles on David’s apartment door, pausing a second before trying the handle. Locked. He’d thought as much, given the lack of loud music vibrating through his floor, but it was good to check. He shrugged. No matter.

He pulled his phone out of his jeans pocket and flicked through his phonebook until he found David’s number. He hit the call button and waited as it rang. He heard a click, followed by David’s Scottish drawl.

“This is Ten-Inch Tennant speaking, how can help you?”

John grinned. It was a long-standing joke between them, ever since Billie’s announcement of the now famous nickname. John had taken to requesting David this way if anyone else was to answer the phone, (which caused a substantial stir when it was David’s paranoid girlfriend who answered while David was in the loo), so now when ever John rang, that was how he was greeted; with David sounding a bit like a call-girl to a potential client.

“Well. I have a question for you.” John smirked, leaning against David’s door, his American accent slipping at the sound of David’s voice. It was what made acting with the man so hard, because he couldn’t keep the right accent unless he got David to talk to him with an English accent before the shoot, something that David delighted in refusing to do, because it made for great outtakes when John screwed up.

“Oh?” David sound nonchalant.

“I’ve just had my youngest nephew over for the weekend.” He paused.

“Hmm?”

“And he made me sit through the Goblet of Fire.” Another pause.

“Yeah?” David sounded a little less carefree.

“With your portrayal of Barty Crouch Jr.”

“Yeah? What about it?”

“I had a thought while watching you.”

“Oh God. With the content of your head do I really want to know what that thought was?” David laughed.

“Bugger off you!” John said good-naturedly. “Anyway. I was watching you do that odd little tongue flicking thing – ”

“I’m not giving you head John.”

John sniggered. “That’s a good idea, but it wasn’t it.” David’s surprise was evident from the odd noise he made on the other end of the phone. “Now, in Doctor Who, your Doctor has a habit of licking and tasting stuff.”

“I fail to see where this is going? Am I stereotyping your general approach to your phone calls or is this sex related?”

“Maybe. Do you want it to be?” John put on a seductive edge to his voice.

David snorted at the other end.

“Anyway. I was wondering, given the similarity of these two characters in relation to these particular character traits, is it the Doctor who has the Oral fixation, as all the fans believe, or is it you?”

David laughed loudly. “Oh my,” he gasped, “only you could come up with that.”

John grinned. “So?”

“Why don’t you meet me at my flat in ten and find out?” David’s voice was sultry, making John’s cock twitch in his jeans, which were suddenly too tight.

“I’m already here,” he said, his voice a little rougher than before.

David practically purred down the phone. “So wait, my dashing Captain.”

The line went dead.

John would wait.

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Just a little something I noticed while writing another fic, with the Goblet of Fire playing in the background. Therefore, I had to write it.

What do you think? The Time Lord or the Actor?

newra_skylarke @ 2008-08-24T22:29:00

2008-08-24T21:32:17Z

Title: The consequences of being bad.
Summary: Jack makes a mental note to be bad more often.
Rating: Shameless porn.
Pairings: Ianto/Jack, Jack/Ten, Ten/Jack/Ianto, Ten/Ianto.
A/N: As requested!

Links to other parts:
I don’t think he’s wrong
http://newra-skylarke.livejournal.com/4284.html
I didn’t know, I swear!
http://newra-skylarke.livejournal.com/4887.html

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As far as Jack was concerned, the day was snailing by. The Doctor, for all his innocent exterior, could only be described as a cock tease. A term he normally reserved for Ianto, who was also falling into that category. The Doctor had been bending over to look at things on computers, or leaning on surfaces that were about his hip height, so he had to bend slightly. Both of these positions gave Jack an amazing view of the Doctor’s pinstriped ass, which the Doctor was flaunting. He’d even removed his coat and jacket for maximum effect. He kept throwing seductive glances Jack’s way whenever he caught the Captain staring at him. If he walked past him, he’d brush past him, and depending which side he passed on, would either grope his cock or his arse, meaning anything that Jack had been thinking or saying fly straight out of his head.

Jenny was being shown around by Gwen, interested in everything that she saw, bouncing around in a manner that showed just how much she was her father’s daughter.

Jack was brooding over some paperwork that Ianto had brought with his last cup of coffee. It was getting more and more difficult to concentrate on what was in front of him, which was saying something, given that getting Jack to do paperwork normally involved some sort of incentive at the end of it, like sex, or something kinky that he’d like. Either that or threatening to withhold things, like kisses, or coffee, or biscuits. Ianto was well versed in both tactics and employed them on a regular basis.

His favourite archivist had been roped into not only withhold privileges, but also to tease him, by the Doctor. Ianto was therefore cock tease number two. So far he’d been lured into a kiss that he never got, Ianto had gotten close and arched away again just as Jack reached for him. He’s also had to endure the Doctor and Ianto kissing in view of one of the cameras. The Doctor had zapped it with his screwdriver, so that the picture came up on Jack’s computer screen, and wouldn’t go away even when the plug was removed from the wall. So Jack had had to watch, awe struck and desperate to wank. He restrained himself; secretly enjoying the way the Doctor had command over him. Though he’d never admit it. He’d expected to be jealous of both of them for their interactions with each other, but actually, all he was jealous of was that he couldn’t be the one kissing them.

He was so frustrated. The Doctor had arrived at just gone half ten that morning, and while Jack could have sworn that it must be nearing five in the afternoon (he hoped so, because as it had been quiet he could send the team home early) he found to his dismay that it was only just gone two. Meaning there were at least three hours, Rift permitting before he could get rid of them.

Just as he thought this, the Rift alarm went off. Jack’s head hit his desk. Someone, somewhere, really didn’t like him. He banged his head a couple more times before dragging himself out of his chair and readjusting his trousers. Big mistake. He should have just left them and suffer to look like John Wayne when he walked. He walked over to the door and into the main part of the Hub.

“Ok, What have we got?” he asked, in what he hoped was his normal voice. Evidently not, as his whole team sniggered or tried very hard not to.

Ianto and the Doctor were stood very close together, Ianto leaning over Mickey’s desk to look at what ever was on the computer screen, and, supposedly due to the amount of people crowded around the desk, the Doctor was leaning over Ianto, mere millimetre’s from the Welshman’s body. They were aligned in such a way that the Doctors hips were pressed flush against Ianto’s suit clad ass. Jack growled low in his throat. Damned hot bastards.

“We got a big Rift spike in Splott,” Mickey replied.

“Splott?” the Doctor asked, “Who came up with that one?”

“It’s pronounced ‘splow’ by most estate agents,” Ianto quipped, “but Splott is more accurate. It’s not very pleasant and we get a lot of activity down there.”

Ianto moved back ever so slightly, bringing his back into contact with the Doctor’s chest. Jack fought down another growl.

“So what have we got then?” he asked, shifting a little in an effort to get his trousers to stop pressing against his cock. It didn’t work, it just made it worse.

“No idea. We don’t have anything on record which matches the energy patterns,” Mickey replied, “We’ll have to go look.”

That meant driving. Very difficult to do with this kind of hard-on. Unless he let Mickey or Ianto drive. Ianto didn’t like driving the SUV, he preferred to navigate and he didn’t know what Mickey’s driving was like. Oh well. One way to find out.

“Ok, lets go then. If it’s a big rift spike, then its probably very big, so we’ll all have to go.” He ducked into his office to grab his coat. When he came out, his team were bustling around getting ready to leave. The Doctor and Jenny were standing where they had been previously, with the obvious exception that the Doctor was not bent over Ianto any more. “Doc, you’re welcome to come, but short of sitting in the boot of the SUV you’re going to have to take your own transport,” he said as Ianto appeared at the Doctor’s elbow with the co-ordinates.

“Why don’t we all just take the Tardis?” the Doctor asked.

“Because we might need to bring something back in, and the Tardis won’t like it, the things we normally end up with smell bad.” He walked over so that he was stood in front of the Time Lord. “Aim for about ten minutes after you leave, that way we should get there for roughly the same time.”

He went to walk away, but the Doctor grabbed his shoulder and wheeled him around, kissing him very gently, then again, a little more persistently. Then a third time, slipping his fingers into Jack’s hair, making the Captain’s cock throb as the Doctor pressed close.

“Sorry,” the Doctor murmured, “seems like I can’t get enough of that.”

“Enough of what?” Jack queried.

“The taste of you,” the Doctor replied, kissing him again. “It’s addictive.”

“51st century pheromones.” Jack smirked.

“You do walk around enveloped in a cloud of them.” Another gentle, chaste kiss.

“At the moment, I blame you and Ianto. Mostly you. It’s more potent when I’m aroused. Normally I only have Ianto to blame.”

The Doctor pulled him in for another kiss. “I’ll have to get you to walk around in a cloud more often then won’t I.” He reached down to cup Jack. “Isn’t driving with that going to be difficult?”

“That’s why I’m not driving.”

The Doctor grinned. “Go get in the car, I’ll see you in ten minutes.” He kissed Jack deeply, plundering his mouth with his tongue, giving him one last squeeze before pulling away and walking towards the Tardis, picking up his jacket and coat as he passed.

Jack waited until the door had closed behind Jenny, who he could bet was going to start quizzing her dad about his relationship with Jack, before groaning loudly. “He’s going to be the death of me.”

Ianto stood behind him smirking. “It’s your own fault, sir. I took the liberty of sending the others to go and get the car.” He wrapped his arms around Jack, allowing the other man to lean back and rest his head on his shoulder.

“Doesn’t how he is with me bother you? I mean, I know he’s not exactly excluding you, but – ” he trailed off, unsure of how to continue.

“Are you kidding?” Ianto sounded shocked, “he’s gorgeous Jack. I’d be wondering what was wrong if he wasn’t more to you than just something to flirt with. And my God is he a good kisser.” Ianto sounded slightly wistful.

“Good as me?” Jack looked up at him

“I wouldn’t say better, different,” Ianto replied, “and you can see how deeply he cares for you from the way he looks at you.” Ianto kissed the side of Jack’s head. “Come on. You can work out the logistics of you sordid affairs with staff and aliens in the car.” He pulled back and gave Jack a light tap on the arse to get him to start walking.

It was at that moment that the Tardis engines ground into action, and Jack realised that the Doctor had probably been watching the whole thing on a monitor in the console room. He shook his head and headed for the exit with Ianto.

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“That was foul,” Gwen said as they walked back into the Hub.

It had been truly disgusting. They had found the alien, a large wet looking, and slimy thing sitting in someone’s garden pond, which was far too small. According to the Doctor it was completely harmless, was called a smindle, and was a bit like a whale, but from a planet called Prila a few solar systems over.

While the Doctor had been explaining this, the smindle had chose that moment to sneeze. All over them. So now they were covered in whale snot, and the Doctor’s response had been, “Oh, you poor thing. Aren’t you feeling well?”

The others had been incredulous and Martha had quipped that only the Doctor could feel sorry for something that had just blown its nose on him.

The clean up had been messy and taken forever, because of the mess the smindle had made of the garden it was in, and the garden fence behind it. They’d had to ret-con half the street because the owner of the pond couldn’t keep her mouth shut, and they had to get the smindle out of the pond, into a truck and into the nearest bit of sea. So now they were trouping back to the Hub, still covered in alien whale snot, for much needed showers.

As the team converged on the changing room, Jenny loitered, having taken her shower on the Tardis. Not that she had been that badly off anyway, given that she had managed to duck behind the Tardis (which hadn’t been at all impressed about being splattered with whale snot). She sat at Gwen’s station, flicking through a magazine.

The Doctor watched Jack amusedly as the Captain complained incessantly about the amount of slime on his coat. Ianto was giving bags to the girls so they could put their dirty clothes in it, and took a few into the men’s changing room.

Only Mickey was making no move towards the showers. He had placed a bin liner over his chair and was playing a computer game.

“Not showering?” the Doctor asked.

“Not while those two are in there,” Mickey snorted, “Last time I made that mistake I was traumatised for life.”

The Doctor smirked. He knew Jack had exhibitionist tendencies, and wouldn’t have cared one iota, though he would have thought Ianto would have been different. When he’d kissed the Doctor on the CCTV, which had been for Jack’s benefit, and it had been blocked to the rest of the team. Maybe the boy had a bigger kink. Or maybe he’d been too far-gone to care.

“You can use the Tardis bathroom if you want,” he said, tossing Mickey the (slime coated (how had it gotten into that pocket?)) key.

Mickey smiled, muttered “good luck to you!” as he walked towards the big blue box.

The Doctor walked towards the changing room and showers, starting as he realised the suit he’d hung on a rail outside the Tardis wasn’t where he left it.

“I took it into the changing room for you, sir.” Ianto said, walking towards him. “Jack’s trying to get things out of his coat pockets without them getting covered in slime.”

They found Jack sitting on a bench doing exactly that. He had a small pile growing next to him, from his wrist strap (slightly further away as it dud have snot on it) to the tube of lube from his trouser pocket (and the other one from his coat pocket). The Doctor and Ianto smirked. He could finish that later.

The Doctor shucked out of his own coat, draping it over a bench. Jack paused as the brown coat entered his line of vision. He looked up to see the Doctor and Ianto watching him, smirks gracing their features as they glanced quickly at each other. Uh oh.

His gaze was locked on them as they checked each other’s movements out of the corner of their eyes as they began to strip in unison, each man drawing Jack’s eye.

The Doctor divested himself of his jacket, followed swiftly by his tie, which he looped around Jack’s neck and used to pull Jack into a soul-searching kiss. His tongue slipped into his mouth, dominating him completely. Jack’s eyes fluttered closed as the Doctor kissed him. They snapped open again as he felt Ianto press against his back, slender arms wrapping around his waist.

The Doctor pulled back just slightly and began to undo the buttons on his shirt, revealing his skin to Jack and Ianto, inch by inch. At this, his tormentors fell out of sink as Ianto paused to watch the Doctor appreciatively, his hands wandering slightly over the Captain’s torso.

Even when covered in slimy alien whale snot the Time Lord was gorgeous, and he knew it. He threw them both a sultry glance as he let the shirt fall to the floor, before reaching behind Jack to pull Ianto into a kiss, Jack still sandwiched between them. This was unbelievably hot. It was one thing to fantasize about this (minus slime) and quite another to be stood here between the two men in his life he wanted more than life itself.

“Oh I can see why he likes you Ianto. Such good taste Captain,” the Doctor said, smirking as he pulled away from a rather breathless Ianto.

Jack felt Ianto tilting his head back, and then Ianto’s lips against his. He groaned as the combined taste of the young Welshman and the Doctor hit him.

Jack groaned into Ianto’s mouth as the Doctor started undressing him, slipping his braces over his shoulders and deftly undoing the buttons on his shirt.

“So many layers Captain,” he pouted.

Ianto broke the kiss. “I’m always telling him that, he never listens.”

“You love it really,” Jack gasped as the Doctor slipped his shirt off, before sliding his hands up under his t-shirt, which Ianto was pulling off.

He was slightly surprised when he felt Ianto’s bare chest against his back, and he briefly wondered when he’d taken his shirt off. The Doctor pressed against his front, and the dual sensations of hot and cold skin on his made all thought impossible. This was some sort of teasing effort to make him hornier than he already was. It was working.

He felt Ianto’s hands slide between him and the Doctor, undoing his belt and trousers, but making no move to touch his cock, which he was desperate for one of them to do.

“Please,” he murmured against the Doctor’s lips as the Time Lord ghosted his lips over Jack’s, gasping as Ianto cupped his hand around his cock, ignoring Jack’s pleas. He was still being punished, so only the Doctor could give him permission to touch Jack, but he knew he was allowed to touch the Doctor, so he did, making the older man groan with pleasure.

The Doctor returned the favour, slipping his hand into Ianto’s undone trousers, caressing the hard length he found there. Ianto moaned and pressed forward, pushing Jack closer to the Doctor. Jack whimpered.

“Please Doctor,” he whispered as the Doctor pushed his trousers over his hips with his free hand. His voice was near begging as the Doctor slid down his body, undoing his shoe laces and looking decidedly hot as he encourages Jack to lift one foot, then the other as he finished stripping him.

The snot-covered clothing was kicked to the side as he stood up. Jack’s eyes sought permission to touch the Doctor, as up ‘til now his hands had remained obediently at his sides. The Doctor shook his head, stepping away and taking Ianto’s hand and pulling him round Jack so they stood a little way away from the now quivering Captain. The Doctor smiled, kissing Ianto, threading his fingers into the Welshman’s hair as he slipped his tongue into his mouth. They heard jack groan and each man smiled through the kiss as their hands roamed over each other’s bodies. Ianto’s hands slipped beneath the waistband of the Doctor’s trousers as he ground his hips forward, pressing their erections together through the cloth.

Jack was dying. He was sure of it. They were killing him. His eyes were drawn to the wonderfully erotic sight of his lovers touching each other. He stood stock still, knowing this was his Doctor’s punishment it was. If this was what he got, he’d have to be bad more often. Much more often.

His jaw dropped as Ianto knelt down in front of the Doctor, freeing his cock from it’s cloth restraint, taking him deep into his throat. The Doctor groaned, carding his fingers through Ianto’s hair as the young man drew back, teasing the head, before sliding back down. Ever resourceful, he managed to pull the Time Lord’s trousers and boxers down, undoing his shoe laces and getting him to lift his feet one at a time, even as he gave the Doctor what had to be the most amazing blow job he could have possibly received in his nine hundred and three years.

Jack became aware he was drooling as he watched them, his cock throbbing as the Doctor turned his desire filled eyes on him. He felt a gentle push on his mental barriers and opened up, letting the Doctor in.

He was hit with a rush of sensations. He could feel Ianto’s mouth on his own cock, Ianto’s hands on his hips holding him up and Ianto’s hair beneath his fingers.

He moaned, his knees buckling a little. The Doctor withdrew and pulled Ianto away. Ianto looked up at him questioningly. The Doctor didn’t need to speak as he glanced at Jack, who was shaking. Ianto grinned, standing up and shimmying swiftly out of his remaining clothing, tossing it to the side in a very un-Iantoish fashion.

“Come on Jack. Let’s get you cleaned up,” the Doctor murmured, kissing him gently.

Jack allowed himself to be lead into the shower, where Ianto already had the water running. As the spray hit his body he hissed, the warmth spreading through him as he relished in the two pairs of hands skimming over his body. As the random bits of slime slid away under their gentle caresses. The Doctor slid down in front of him, sliding his hands over the insides of Jack’s well-muscled thighs.

Ianto pressed against his back again, grinding his hard cock into Jack’s ass. Jack leaned into his embraces as the Doctor’s hands moved back up his legs. One of those long-fingered hands cupped his balls, while the other pushed his legs apart to give the Doctor better access.

He reached between Jack’s legs to grope Ianto, fondling his balls in much the same way he was Jack. Ianto moaned, pushing forward into the Captain more.

Jack cried out as the Doctor began to lick him. Not just his cock, but around it. Between his cock and his balls, behind his balls, his perineum, the little sensitive patch between groin and thigh, tasting him. Sometimes he thought it a little odd, but right now, Jack loved the Doctor’s oral fixation.

“Doc…” he moaned, keening as the Doctor flicked his tongue into the sensitive slit on the head experimentally, before lapping at the pre-cum glistening there. God this man was good. Jack looked down and stared appreciatively as the Doctor’s neck and back muscles flexed under the cascading water. It was hot.

The Doctor locked his gaze with Jack’s, “Not yet Captain,” he said gently, taking Jack’s cock deep into his throat, still touching Ianto from between Jack’s legs.

Ianto groaned, grinding his hips forward, tweaking the older man’s nipples gently, bringing a whine from the back of Jack’s throat as he dropped his head back onto Ianto’s shoulder.

“Oh my God,” Jack whimpered as his cock hit the back of the Time Lord’s throat. His mouth was cold, like the rest of him, and it was an amazing sensation, given the intense heat of Ianto’s body behind him, and the warmth of the water raining down on them. “Doctor…Doc, if you – if you keep this up I’m gonna – gonna c-come,” he stammered, gasping as he tried not to do exactly that as the Doctor began fingering his arse with slicked fingers. Where had he gotten the lube?

The Doctor pulled back, looking up at Jack. “No,” he ordered firmly, his eyes dark with desire. “Not yet. I’m not done with you.” His tone was dark and seductive, and Jack was compelled to obey the alien in front of him, knowing it was in his interest to do so.

He didn’t resume his ministrations on Jack’s cock, preferring to slick him up and watch the Captain’s wanton reactions to his expert touch. When he thought the Captain was getting too close, he pulled his fingers free, just teasing the rim of Jack’s entrance as the man whimpered at the lass. Ianto followed suit as the Doctor also withdrew is cool hand from its occupation around his cock.

He stood up, pulling Ianto into a deep kiss, full of promises, and then Jack, making sure that both men knew that this was far from over. He turned the shower off, pulling the two of them back out, leading them to one of the bench and turning to face them.

“How do you want to do this?”

Jack wasn’t sure who was being asked.

“Erm…”

“He’s in the middle?” Ianto confirmed, the Doctor nodded. “Then I can top or bottom. Don’t mind. Up to you. Your punishment.” He smirked.

“True,” the Doctor conceded as Ianto walked forward the few paces to where the Doctor was standing to whisper something in the Time Lord’s ear that Jack couldn’t hear. The Doctor grinned, and Ianto’s eyes glinted in a mischievous way that never failed to make Jack nervous. Particularly if it involved the words ‘sex’ and ‘punishment’ in the same context.

Ianto stepped round the Doctor to the bench, sitting on the end of it, and pulling Jack forward so he was between the young man’s legs. Jack placed his hands on Ianto’s shoulders, caressing the nape of his neck ever so gently. Ianto leaned up and pulled him into a kiss.

Then the Doctor pulled Jack away, kissing him fiercely, taking his breath away. Then he left Jack standing in his wake as he pounced on Ianto, pinning him to the bench, devouring him in a wild kiss that made Jack’s jaw drop.

Jack watched as Ianto reached behind his head for the tube of lube from Jack’s pocket and handed it to the Doctor. Jack’s brain ceased to function past one point.

The Doctor was going to fuck Ianto in front of him.

The Doctor seemed to catch this thought and grinned, murmuring something into Ianto’s ear, pushing the lube back into Ianto’s hand. Ianto’s cheeks had flushed a little, making Jack wonder what on Earth the Doctor had said to him. Ianto nodded shyly as the Doctor kissed him sweetly, before moving to stand behind Jack.

“Watch him,” he ordered, slipping one arm around his middle as two fingers began to tease Jack’s still slicked entrance.

He watched as Ianto squeezed some of the tube onto his fingers and spread his legs, giving the two men an excellent view as he began to tease his own entrance with a single finger. Jack looked at his expression; quietly shy from knowing he was being watched as he performed such an intimate act in front of them. He was biting his bottom lip lightly as he worked his puckered hole, like Jack would be if he were touching him. Teasing and gentle, but worth the wait.

As he slipped a single digit in, Jack groaned as the creamy expanse of Ianto’s throat was revealed to him, as the Welshman let his head fall back.

Definitely need to be punished more often. Must flirt with Jenny more! Jack thought, keening as the Doctor slid one long finger into Jack, mirroring Ianto’s actions. Jack bucked backwards into the hand as the Doctor began pushing his finger in and out. All three men’s breaths were quickening, and the Doctor drew a long moan from Jack’s throat as he nibbled a sensitive spot behind the Captain’s ear. Ianto slipped another finger in and the Time Lord copied him, scissoring his fingers inside Jack. Jack felt his knees buckle and was suddenly glad of the Doctor’s strong arm around his waist.

Ianto quickly inserted a third finger, moaning as he hit his own prostate again and again with every flick of his fingers. Jack was shaking bodily as his pleasure peaked, clutching the Doctor’s arm in an effort to stay upright, his eyes glued to the beautiful sight of the young man before him.

“Not yet Jack,” the Doctor crooned in his ear. At Jack’s soft whine he whispered “Soon, though. Soon.” He kept up Ianto’s relentless pace. “Ianto,” he warned.

Ianto pulled his head up to look at them, his eyes glazed with pleasure, his fingers still pumping in and out.

“Not yet,” the Doctor whispered. Ianto moaned, his cock straining.

“Doctor, please,” Jack gasped, unsure as to how much more he could handle.

The Doctor slid his fingers out and held Jack steady for a moment, just watching as Ianto continued to pleasure himself, peppering Jack’s shoulder with kisses and little licks as he practically drank the pheromones wafting off Jack’s body.

“Do you want him?” the Doctor whispered. “Do you want your cock in his tight little arse?”

Jack whimpered as the Doctor’s hand began to stroke his hard length, slicking him.

“Or do you want me to fuck you into oblivion while you watch him?” Jack had never known the Doctor to be profane, or dirty, or kinky. Ever. It was alluring and unbelievably sexy. Jack couldn’t believe he was being made to chose. The Doctor was making it profoundly difficult by grinding his long, hard shaft into the cleft of Jack’s buttocks.

“I could let you have us both Jack,” the Doctor murmured, stroking his hard length gently, “Hmm? Would you like that?”

“Yes!” Jack begged, trying to grind his hips forward and back at the same time.

The Doctor grinned, pushing Jack forward so he was back between Ianto’s legs. Ianto watched the movement, not stopping until the Doctor lined Jack’s cock up with his entrance.

“Go on Jack.”

Jack pushed forwards, leaning over Ianto as he sheathed himself in the archivist’s tight heat; the burn he got from the temperature change between the Doctor’s cold hands and Ianto’s hot body intense. Ianto was still tight, regardless of the numerous times that they had done this. They both groaned at the feeling, but Jack stayed still, waiting. He was swiftly rewarded as the Doctor slid home. Jack had almost forgotten just how much cock the Doctor had to boast about.

The Doctor paused. “Ready?” Jack nodded and Ianto managed to gasp a trembling “yes”. The Doctor drew out a little, angling his hips before slamming home. Jack jerked, crying out as the movement forced him deeper into Ianto, who clutched his shoulders, keening softly.

The Doctor kept a slow torturous pace, which Jack could feel him straining to keep up as he brushed over Jack’s sweet spot. Jack tried to prevent himself from coming, knowing he had to wait for the Doctor’s order. He angled his own hips to give Ianto the maximum pleasure, without loosing the intensity of the Doctor’s slow, steady thrusts.

“Doctor, if you don’t pick it up, I’m going to kill you,” Ianto cried, thrusting his hips up to meet Jack.

The Doctor chuckled against Jack’s back, a vibration that travelled through both of the humans beneath him, making them gasp and shudder beneath him. “Such a bossy bottom isn’t he.” He obliged, thrusting hard and fast and deep, sliding a hand between Jack and Ianto to grip the Welshman’s leaking shaft, pumping him in an off-rhythm, to counter his thrusts, making him cry out.

When he felt Ianto getting close, he thrust hard into Jack, bringing himself to the edge. “Come for me Jack.”

And Jack did, pushing into Ianto one more time as the Doctor continued to thrust, and came hard. His whole body clenched as he felt Ianto come underneath him. He clenched around the Doctor, who drove himself in, hitting Jack’s prostate one last time before coming.

Jack collapsed forward onto Ianto, trying not to be too heavy, but giving up swiftly. Ianto laughed a little, stroking Jack’s back gently.

“That’s it. I’m dead,” Jack mumbled into Ianto’s chest

“I think we broke him,” Ianto observed, smiling at the Doctor who leaned over Jack, his weight suspended on his arms.

“He’ll be fine in a minute,” the Time Lord replied, dropping a kiss onto Jack’s shoulder.

“I won’t,” came the exhausted reply.

“What? The great Captain Jack Harkness – ”

“ – has never been teased so much in his life,” Jack finished, trying to lift his weight off Ianto and failing miserably.

“Oh but you loved ever second of it,” Ianto admonished.

“Yup. I need to be bad more often,” Jack agreed, “But right now we’re all dirty again. I think a more platonic shower is required.”

“Never thought I’d hear that,” the Doctor said, pulling out, dipping down to lick some of the come that dribbled from Jack’s arse. Jack moaned. Ianto gasped.

“You’re making him hard again!” He clutched Jack again, shifting as Jack’s cock solidified inside him.

The Doctor paused, “Told you he’d be fine,” he said, before resuming his previous activities. Jack groaned, shifting his hips back a little. He whimpered at the sensation on his over sensitive cock.

The Doctor carried on licking until he seemed satisfied that Jack was clean and then moved back up over him, tilting his head back and kissing him, allowing the man to taste the Doctor’s come on his tongue. Ianto pushed his hips up, hard himself as Jack shifted inside him.

“I don’t think I’m up for round two,” Jack moaned.

The Doctor smiled, pulling Jack out of Ianto and guiding him to the floor, before proceeding to repeat the process of rimming the other man still lying on the bench. Ianto bucked underneath him. “Doctor!” he gasped, his hands clutching at the Time Lord’s wild hair.

The Doctor moved up and began to bring him off, using that talented tongue to bring the Welshman to completion. As Ianto melted into a pile of goo on the bench, the Doctor turned his attention to Jack who’s eyes flew wide as the Doctor went straight down on him, without so much as pausing to catch his breath.

As he came for a second time in quick succession, the Doctor pulled Ianto down to join them on the cool tiled floor, where they basked in each other’s soft caresses, breathing heavily.

After several minutes had passed, the Doctor broke the comfortable silence that had settled over them. “I believe someone said something about another shower?”

“Indeed,” Ianto sniggered, moving to stand and pulling the Doctor up, and then Jack.

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After showering and dressing (with a reasonably minimal amount of groping), the three left the changing room to find a very empty Hub. A note attatched to the Tardis Key, which was hanging from the door was written to “The Noisy Threesome” (to which Ianto flushed) in Martha’s neat script.

We’ve gone home and decided to leave you to it. Mfanwy fed and watered, as are downstairs inmates and Jenny gone with Martha for night. Have fun. Use time wisely! See you in the morning!

Team and Jenny

P.S. The changing rooms are not soundproof guys. We’ve talked about this! x x x x x

P.P.S. DON’’T MAKE A MESS!

“Oops,” said the Doctor cheerily. “What shall we do between now and then?”

Jack grinned. “I’m sure I can think of a few things.”

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There you are, sorry it took so long! I drafted it out on paper, got half way through typing it and then went on holiday for five days, and only just got my computer access back! Hope you enjoyed it! Feed the plot-bunnies!

this is not pretty so be very careful with it. you have been warned.

2008-07-31T01:53:00Z

wrote this in a poetry workshop about three years ago. its the only piece of literature i can honestly say i'm proud of, so be nice to it! i still love it even now. please note i'm not a self harmer, and never have been, though lots of my friends have been.

a thousand questions

Caged, like an animal,
Trammelled, like some wild thing,
Trapped, inside a small space,
Frightened, I don't know what to do,
Edgy, small sounds make me jump,
Darkness, I'm shrouded in shadows.

Pain, this is what traps me,
Fear, this is what binds me,
Loyalty, I can't just leave them,
Tears, forever falling,
Scars, emotional or physical,
Anger, why won't they stop this?

Taunts, they'll never end,
Wild, it's what I'm becoming,
I'm screaming, not that it helps,
Death, an unwelcome subject,
Pleading, it doesn't work,
Suicide, an ever present enemy.

Blood, a release from pain,
Cutting, dragged on be habit,
The knife, is their best friend,
Scars, are everywhere,
Pain, is always there,
The cycle, starts again.

Always, they say the same thing,
'No one, can ever help me.'
Alone, it's what they are now,
Paranoia, they can't escape it,
Harm, complete mutilation,
Phone calls, turn into fights.

Fights, they end in tears,
Tears, a pleading sound,
A saviour, can't be found,
Survival, no longer an option,
No promises, they can't be kept,
Accusation, eyes turn to me.

Walking, without a purpose,
Thinking, of all that's been,
Rain, falls down upon me,
Mingles, with my tears,
Washes, away my fears,
I'm now, as cold as stone.

The knife, calls out to me,
Death, seems like an option,
Escape, it's what I've prayed for,
There, it's in my grasp,
Pain, only for a short while,
I'm sorry, I've failed this time.

spoilers for DWS4 and series 2 & possibly 3 depending if i'm on the right wavelength for TW

2008-07-31T00:56:52Z

Title: I didn’t know, I swear!

Summary: Jack’s flirting gets him into trouble. Post my fic “I don’t think he’s wrong.” Same universe anyway.

Spoilers: If you haven’t finished watching DWS4 or TWS2, don’t read it.

Rating: R

Pairing: 10/Jack and there is one more, but if I tell you that, I tell you the whole story.

Link to other parts:

I don’t think he’s wrong:

http://newra-skylarke.livejournal.com/4284.html

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The Doctor was slightly surprised when the sound of a phone ringing jolted him from his slight reverie. It was the mobile phone Martha had given him. He leaned over and picked it up, glancing at the caller ID.

“Dr. Jones, what can I do for you?” he asked, flipping it open.

“I’ve got some good news and some bad news,” came Martha’s reply. She sounded amused, telling the Doctor that there was no immediate danger. He could hear a slight commotion in the background; laughter and cheering.

“What’s the bad news?” he asked. It was always better to get the bad news first, ‘cause then the good news made it better.

“Jack’s being his usual self.” She was giggling.

This was obviously one of those situations where the good news was required to understand the bad news. “Ok… so what’s the good news?”

“Jenny’s here. She found Torchwood. Sort of.”

The Doctor took a moment to put two and two together. Jenny. His daughter. At Torchwood. Jack was being his usual self.

“Oh!” he yelled, dropping the phone onto the console and setting the co-ordinates.

He could hear Martha’s voice on the other end of the phone. “Look out Jack! Daddy’s on his way and he’s pissed!”

There was a muffled reply, which wasn’t clear. The laughter from the rest of the team was, however, so it was either “oh shit”, some variation thereof, or a flippant comment. As the TARDIS materialised in the Torchwood Hub, he heard Jack say, “Please tell me he’s not ‘Daddy’,” rather panically.

He flung open the door to the TARDIS, just to hear Ianto’s gallant introduction; the kind a sports commentator might use to introduce the favourite to win.

“And here comes Dad! He’s Torchwood’s enemy number one, he’s the defender of the Earth, the Oncoming Storm. It’s the Doctor!”

Jenny was currently defending herself against the advances of Jack Harkness; or rather more accurately, Jack was defending himself against her frankly brilliant military training in hand to hand combat as a result of his advances, but was either reluctant to hurt her, or unable to.

“Doc! Hi! Care to call off the little lady?” his voice was cheerful (hopeful) as he ducked a roundhouse kick.

This was clearly the wrong thing to say.

“Little lady?” Jenny’s voice was indignant. “Little lady?”

The Doctor smirked as the cheer in Jack’s face faded a little.

“Jenny, why don’t you let me handle the Captain?” There was a dark humour to his voice, and a glint in his eye which told Jack he was in trouble. His winning smile slipped a little.

“Erm.”

Jenny turned to her father smiling, bounding into his arms. “I found you!”

The Doctor hugged her tight. He’d thought she was dead. He’d not felt her come back; so caught up as he was in his own problems with saving the world, and everything that came with it, that he hadn’t seen that little glimmer of Time Lord consciousness.

When they broke apart he smiled down at the bright young blonde in his arms.

“Ok, I’ll go deal with the big, bad, molesting Captain.” Give the bugger a taste of his own medicine.

Jenny smiled her big sweet smile, releasing him from her rib-cracking grip, and moving from between her father and a very nervous looking Jack. All the while, Ianto was keeping up a running commentary for the benefit and amusement of the rest of the team, from his vantage point on the level above, while the rest of them watched with interest, sniggering.

“And now the Doctor is bearing down on upon the trapped Harkness, though possibly not quite in the way the Captain was hoping he would…”

The Doctor sauntered over to Jack, who was cowering against a wall, having not really moved from where he had been driven to by Jenny’s “defence”. If there was one thing in the Universe that Jack was really afraid of, it was the Doctor’s reaction when he had done something wrong.

“Now Captain,” said the Doctor, coming to a halt in front of him, “What have you been doing to my daughter?”

“Doc, I didn’t know, I swear!” Jack’s hands were held up in surrender. “I didn’t even know you had a daughter! How was I supposed to know? I mean, last time I checked, you were the last of the Time Lords, making the possibility of a daughter somewhat impossible.” His voice was growing slightly more panicked, as he tried desperately not to say the wrong thing as the Time Lord in question drew closer.

“Hmmmmm. True. Though you haven’t answered my question. What have you been doing to my little girl?” The Doctor was very close now, mere inches from the quivering human.

“I was just flirting! Like I do with everyone. Just the normal Harkness charm!”

“Don’t forget getting up close and personal,” Mickey reminded him, a smirk gracing his features.

“Yes, thank you! I wasn’t going to tell him that bit!” said Jack exasperatedly, as the team sniggered at his increased misfortune. “Traitors,” he muttered.

“Half of these darlings on your team were in mine first, so they’re being loyal,” the Doctor reminded him, “The others are just enjoying it.” He trailed a hand down the side of Jack’s face, regaining his complete attention.

“You’ve been a bad boy Captain Harkness,” he said, his voice very low, too low for the rest of them to hear, “You’ve been upsetting my Jenny. You’ve been flirting. Such a bad boy.”

His hand trailed down, unnoticed by the others due to the fact that he was so close, and stood so that his coat hid his movements. Jack’s breath hitched as the Doctor’s long fingers skimmed over his cock, before cupping him through his trousers and squeezing gently.

Ianto’s commentary had paused as the team waited with bated breath to see what the Doctor was going to do.

“I think, Captain, that you need to be punished,” the Doctor whispered, his lips almost touching Jack’s. The other man was quaking, part pleasure, part anticipation (in Jack’s experience, punishment when someone was stood that close, groping gently and almost kissing you didn’t indicate real punishment) and part fear.

“Yes Sir. Sorry Sir.” Jack saluted him.

“Not me you need to be apologise to Jack,” the Doctor murmured huskily, squeezing Jack’s cock gently, eliciting a soft whimper from Jack’s throat.

“Go on. Apologise,” he whispered, his lips ghosting over the Captain’s as he quivered with excitement and his eyes half fluttered shut.

“S-so-sorry miss,” Jack stammered, the close proximity of the Time Lord affecting his ability to think or speak coherently.

Jenny was whispering with Gwen, obviously a little lost as to what her father was doing. The Doctor ignored this, smiling seductively at the man in front of him.

“Good boy Jack,” he crooned, fondling the rock hard Captain.

“Thank you Sir,” Jack gasped, biting his lip in an effort to stop himself moaning.

“Now. You are going to listen very carefully. You are not to touch yourself. You are not to get Ianto to do it for you, or anyone else for that matter. You are not allowed to come until I say so. That is your punishment. If you are good, I might let you come with me later. Are we clear?” All the while, the Doctor had been teasing and touching Jack, squeezing the large bulge in the front of his trousers.

“Yes sir. Perfectly understood Sir,” Jack shuddered.

“Good boy,” the Doctor gave him one last squeeze for good measure, along with a (as far as Jack was concerned) too chaste kiss before turning to his daughter again, his usual grin on his face.

“So, how did you get here then?”

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Sheer moment of randomness. Made me giggle at the thought anyway. Anyone want the rest of the day? 10 requests gets it! Have had one from my beta Mrsjsw, to whom I’m eternally grateful, so I need 9 more!

more RPS, dont read if you dont like

2008-07-29T21:31:50Z

Title: Oh Bollocks

Summary: John wakes up with a very bad head, and a very bad feeling.

Pairing: Fundamentally David Tennant and John Barrowman. You’ll see what I mean when you read it. Slight spin off from my fics “I’ll show you fucking intimidated” and “Barrowman I swear if you do that one more time”.

A/N: pure crack, with a little bit of fluff thrown in at the end.

Rating: NC-17 nothing explicit, but very much implied.

Thank you ever so much to Mrssjw for beta-ing this one for me.

Links to my other fics in this series:
I'll show you fucking intimidated:
http://newra-skylarke.livejournal.com/2471.html
Barrowman I swear if you do that one more time:
http://newra-skylarke.livejournal.com/3152.html

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John groaned as he woke up. He had a very sore head, and it was very hot in this room. Wherever that happened to be. His eyes were still blurry from sleep and he’d gone to bed with his contacts in, which wasn’t helping matters at all. He was vaguely aware of the fact that there were a large number of limbs, far too many for it to be one person, covering him, and that he was feeling rather squashed. He freed an arm and rubbed his eyes, blinking as the top of David’s head came into view. That was ok; David was more than welcome to cuddle up any time he pleased, so long as he realised the implications of doing so.

He looked past the Scotsman to find Gareth lying on his back, Scott lying almost on top of him, trying to avoid falling off the edge of the bed. They looked a little squished, but comfortably cuddly. Rather cute really, he mused, silently hoping that Scott had managed to show the Welshman that actually he was Gay or at least Bi and should haul his ass out of the closet.

He looked behind him, slightly shocked to find Eve, Billie and Freema in a sort of tangled heap, with Catherine (the biggest shock of all) precariously balanced on the other edge of the bed. How on Earth had eight people managed to fit onto this bed? He looked around the room, trying to work out where he was. David’s bedroom. Only one man had such weird tastes in furniture. That explained a lot, as the man owned a king sized bed, which John liked to take advantage of… or more accurately, likedto take advantage of David on.

Memories of the night before came back to him. The end of shooting party, a tradition that they upheld every year, mostly because it was just an excuse for a piss up; not that they ever needed one, but that was not the point. Eve had suggested a game of Truth or Dare. There had been a more than enthusiastic response to her most outrageous dare to date.

“Oh bollocks.” He groaned, flumping down. This was greeted by moans from the rather full bed’s occupants, as the resulting ripple of bounces from David’s springy mattress made them all feel rather ill.

There was a slight pause as everyone’s brains ticked into action and realised what had happened.

“FUCK!”

There were a few thuds as people tried to separate themselves quickly and fell off the bed. John and David were the only two not to move.

“Oh good,” yawned David, getting comfy against John’s chest, as there was a flurry to find clothes or the nearest empty bathroom. “More room for me.”

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my beta has said she'd like to see the results of the truth or dare mentioned in this fic... i'm happy to write it, but you guys have to tell me you want it! i need ten requests, so get commenting!

feedback is love... not just for me, but for my plot bunnies, who evil as they can be are just misunderstood and need love too.

SERIES 4 SPOILERS LOTS OF!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

2008-07-25T21:47:10Z

Title: I don’t think he’s wrong.

Rating: NC-17

Summary: The Doctor notices his half human self and Jack are not where he left them.

Pairings: Jack/Ten, Jack/10.5, Ten/Rose, Rose/10.5, DoctorDonna/Jack (Only mentioned in passing. Very briefly.) DoctorDonna/Rose (same as before, very brief and it isn’t what you are thinking I promise.), Jack/Ianto (Acknowledged… albeit lecherously.)

Spoilers for: DWS4. End of. So yeah. Don’t read if you haven’t seen it. You have been warned.

Warnings: voyeurism, angst, slight warpedness.

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The Doctor looked round the Tardis console at his friends, smiling, almost sadly. Sarah Jane was chatting animatedly with Rose and Martha. Mickey was standing with Jackie, smiling at how happy Rose was. Donna was clicking away at a monitor, her phone wedged between her ear and her shoulder while she talked to her Grandad on the other end.

And Jack… the Doctor started. Jack wasn’t there. Neither, he noticed with another start, was his half-human look-a-like. Where were they, and when had they left? Why hadn’t he noticed them leaving? He turned around, checking that they weren’t behind him, mentally asking the Tardis where they were. He got a sort of half snigger in return, assuming of course that a Tardis could snigger. He probed for more information, as the “snigger” wasn't overly helpful. She directed him in the direction of Jack’s old room.

Oh shit.

He slipped out of the console room, closing the door quietly before dashing up the corridor. The Tardis was persistently unco-operative, moving corridors, meaning the Doctor took a lot longer to get to where he was trying to go.

When he eventually managed it he didn’t even knock, he just flung the door open. The sight that greeted him was weird. Very, very weird. Even for him. Jack was naked, lying on his back in the middle of a very large bed (presumably provided by the Tardis). The half-human Doctor, also naked, was on top of him, balls deep in the Immortal’s arse, their bodies pressed together as they kissed passionately.

The Doctor paused mid-thrust and the two broke their kiss, looking to the door.

“Erm…” said the Doctor, spluttering in the doorway.

Jack grinned. “Told you he’d notice,” he said, looking up at his partner. He shifted his hips, bringing the half-Time Lord’s attention back to himself. The Doctor moaned and shuddered.

The Doctor in the doorway’s eyes widened as the watched himself thrust shallowly in front of him. It was oddly arousing, like watching some lewd fantasy playing out before his eyes. It was however, reality, not a dream, and therefore weird.

“Excuse me,” he said, struggling to get the words out, “do you mind?” He was talking to Jack, who was arching beneath the other Doctor as the sucked gently on his pulse point.

“Not really,” gasped the human, “why, do you?”

“Feeling a little abused yes,” the Doctor in the doorway admitted. “I mean honestly Jack, do you have to abuse the fact that there is more than one of me?”

“Well, that’s the thing,” the other Doctor replied, “There is one fundamental difference between me and you. I don’t feel his wrongness. His presence as a constant yes, but I don’t think he’s wrong. You do.” He looked up at the original, his cock still pressing against Jack’s prostate, making him keen beneath him.

“Not by choice! I’d give anything not to feel like that!” he cried, taking a step into the room.

“But you do. I don’t,” the other said gently.

The Doctor stopped, tears welling up in his eyes. He was jealous of himself. It was very confusing, watching Jack in such ecstasy, at his own ministrations, and yet it not being him at all. He’d give anything to be like that other Doctor, not to be repulsed by the stunning human lying on the bed. He’d give anything to be the one thrusting into him, making him cry out his name. He’d give anything to be able to love the man as easily and completely as the other one did. It would make what he knew came next so much easier. Because then maybe, just maybe, one of them he could keep. Maybe one day Jack would come back to him and stay forever.

He turned away and stumbled from the room, unable to stand in that room full of pheromones, a heady mix of Time Lord and fifty-first century human. Himself and Jack. He stormed to his room, slamming the door and collapsing onto his own bed, the tears streaming down his face.

He sobbed deep, heart wrenching sobs as he wished that things were different, knowing that he was wasn’t going to get any of the things he so desperately craved. It wasn’t fair, it wasn’t right. Everything was wrong. Everything. Not just Jack. Everything.

He heard a soft knock and looked up to see Donna watching him sadly. She’d felt his pain, her Time Lord mind connecting to his and knowing he was miserable and in need of a friend. She walked over, sitting down beside him, wrapping her arms around him as he cried into her shoulder. She whispered soothingly to him in Gallifreyan, something he’d missed so much. It had been so long since he’d heard another talk to him this way.

He felt an inquisitive press against his mind and showed her everything. Jack and his other self. Him telling Jack he was wrong in that abandoned warehouse, waiting for Martha to come back with the chips. Losing Rose at Canary Wharf. The Time War. How Jack was going to leave because he had somewhere else to be, and someone else to be with. Losing Rose again, because his other self needed her to make him better. How his other self would be perfect for her because he would grow old with her. How he was perfect for Jack because he didn’t think he was wrong. How Martha was going to leave because she had her fiancé Tom. How Sarah Jane was going to go too, because she had a son. Mickey wouldn’t stay because he could never watch Rose with the Doctor. Jackie had her life in the parallel world. Everyone was going to leave him again. He left out the part that Donna would be going too. That he’d have to take her memories of him, wipe her mind of everything to save her, because the Time Lord mind would kill her. She didn’t need to know that just yet.

She stroked his hair, still whispering soothingly. “It’s ok,” she said, “I can stay. I’m not leaving you.” She didn’t know how wrong she was. The Doctor sniffed, pulling himself up. “Yeah.” He smiled, a little sadly.

“I know it’s not the same. I know how much you love them. 'Cause I can feel it. It’s in your head, so it’s in mine. Which is a bit odd, 'cause while I can see Fly-Boy’s hot, Rose ain’t my cup of tea, if you catch my drift. Anyway. Maybe I can help a little. Come here.” She turned, sitting cross-legged so she was facing him, motioning for him to do the same. He did so, wondering what she was going to do.

“Close your eyes.”

He obeyed, allowing them to fall closed.

“Relax. I’m not going do anything bad.”

He tried, taking a few deep breaths, letting the tension in his posture go a bit.

He felt her fingertips on his temples, and the gentle probing again. He let her in; closing doors he didn’t want her to look in. These were few and far between, given that she had it all in her head anyway, but it was the principal of the thing.

She was looking for something in particular, dipping into things and closing doors when what she wanted wasn’t behind them. He felt her small triumph when she found it after several minutes of searching. She had been looking for the part of him that viewed Jack as wrong. She began messing around with the links to the rest of his brain in this section, blocking the signals and putting the voice that screamed “WRONG!” whenever Jack was near by in a box. It took a while as the Doctor’s biology worked against what it believed was a defence mechanism being tampered with, but Donna was persistent in her efforts, continuing to blockade the area until the little voice could no longer be heard. Then she shut the door, locking it and taking the proverbial key with her when she left his mind.

She removed her fingers from his temple and he opened his eyes. He could feel Jack’s presence as a Universal Constant, but not the normal terrible feeling that normally accompanied it. It was more like a “I’m here” sort of feeling, like Jack was simply broadcasting his presence. He smiled as he realised what she had done for him. “Oh, Donna Noble. You are amazing. You really are.” He laughed, pulling her into a tight hug.

“You’ve given everyone so much. It’s time someone gave you something back,” she replied, returning the hug. “Now come on. Dry those tears and go blow your nose, before someone notices you’re missing.” She pulled back and directed him in the direction of the toilet. He smiled again, walking into the bathroom to wash his face.

When he got to the control room, he noticed Jack and his other self talking on the other side of the console room, Donna’s stern eye on both of them. Rose walked over to him, wrapping her slender arms around him. “You’ve no idea how much I missed you,” she mumbled into his jacket.

“Not as much as this lonely old man missed you,” he replied.

“Wanna bet? I talked about nothing but you and how I wanted to get back to you,” she smiled. “I’m a stubborn London girl.”

This sent a pang through the Doctor’s hearts, because he knew that she was going to have to back there, but with him, the other him, this time it might be easier if she had something to stay for. He covered the pain, smiling down at her. “You ask Martha. She always felt second best to you.”

“Really?”

“Oh, yeah. I was forever comparing her to you. Not consciously of course, but I did. That’s why she left in the end. Didn’t like the fact that she wasn’t the girl I wanted. That it was never her name on my lips.”

Rose smiled, “You talked about me?”

“All the time! I never shut up about you. I think the thing that got her goat the most was that I took her to New New York. She accused me of being on the rebound when I let slip that I’d been here with you. That and the fact that due to your impromptu departure, all of your stuff was all over the Tardis, and she kept coming across it. And I wouldn’t let her move anything a, cause I was still hurting from loosing you. She adored me. And I was oblivious.” He paused. “What is it with you bloody humans? Why do I keep attracting you? Anyway… all she could see was me rejecting her, so she left. Donna was different. She loved the life, and she just wanted to be my friend. Nothing romantic. She encouraged me to talk about you. Loved to hear about you. Said I had a happy look when I reminisced about you, just for a bit.”

He rambled on, with her content to listen, just to cover up the fact that his hearts were breaking in his chest, knowing he was going to go through all this again.

She smiled her pretty smile, giving him one last squeeze, before going back to conversation with Martha and Sarah Jane.

Donna threw him an encouraging smile, mouthing “working?” nodding at Jack. He smiled, nodding. It was working.

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When Jack sidled past him later, brushing against him ever so gently, it sent a thrill through his body and he pushed back, straightening up and bringing more of his body into contact with Jack. With the ‘wrong’ feeling gone, he could concentrate on how right Jack felt against him.

He could feel Jack’s shocked pause, as though unsure that he was behind the Doctor he thought he was. The Doctor checked no one was watching and slipped a hand back, brushing it against Jack’s upper thigh. Jack started and the Doctor smiled as the Captain moved away, obviously a little confused.

The Doctor cast a look over his shoulder and caught Jack staring at him. Jack’s eyebrows went up. The Doctor flicked his own up in a way that was positively flirtatious, before turning away and carrying on messing with the Tardis controls.

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When it was time for them to go, Jack pulled the Doctor into a corridor off the control room, giving him a weird look.

“What was that before?”

“What?” the Doctor asked innocently.

“Feeling me up and throwing lecherous looks. Could have sworn that was something I did.” Jack replied, not buying the feigned innocence.

“Well, given my opposite number’s response to you, you know I like you – ”

“But I’m wrong to you.” Jack interrupted.

“You were. Donna had a rummage in my head an blocked off the part of my consciousness. She could see it was making me miserable, so she fixed it. You were never the problem between you and me. It was always me.” He explained.

“So now I have two Doctors who don’t think I’m wrong.” Jack’s contemplatively dirty look said it all. “Would that be weird?” he asked.

“Very. Not that it matters, you won’t see him again.” The Doctor, laughing a little before turning serious.

“Oh yeah? How come?” There was a defensive note to Jack’s voice.

“He’s going to the parallel world with Rose.” It was costing him to say this out loud. “He’s dangerous. Full of anger and hate. Bit like I was I first met Rose. She made me so much better. She can fix him in the same way. And he’s going to age.” The Doctor paused.

Jack twigged. “You’re giving her the life she could never have with you. He’ll grow old with her. And he won’t have to watch her grow old like you would.”

“Yeah. They don’t know it yet. So you can’t say. I’m not gonna say till we get to the parallel world. Rose will revolt. He won’t want to be in one place. I hate being stuck. He’ll have to get a mortgage. It will be a mortifying possibility for him. Rose said it once on some planet when we thought that we’d lost the Tardis. I was convinced my life was over.” He smiled at the memory. Her singsong voice, then the suggestion that maybe they could get one together. Well he would remember that. Now they could get one together. “They’ll revolt.” He said, coming back to the conversation. “There will be a mutiny in my Tardis.” He half smiled at the idea.

Jack smiled, but there was a seriousness to it. “You know I have to go back don’t you.” It wasn’t a question.

“Yeah I know. Which one is it?”

“Ianto.” Jack replied. “Looks very good in a suit, and out of it. Bit like you really.”

“Bit of a fetish Captain?”

“And then some. You wouldn’t think it to look at him, but so does he. Maybe I should introduce you sometime. Oooh. The possibilities.” The leer was back.

“You’re incorrigible.”

“But you love me.” Jack said cheekily.

“Will you come back?” the Doctor looked worried.

Jack stepped closer, pressing against the Doctor’s wiry frame, wrapping his arms around him and looking straight into his eyes. “One day, sometime in the future, when the Welsh kick me out of their country for my inability to learn their language, I’ll call you, and you and me, we will be forever.”

“See you next week then,” the Doctor quipped.

Jack laughed. Then his laugh became a small smile, while he looked into the Doctor’s eyes, genuinely pleased. He kissed the Doctor, a deep, soul-searching kiss, his tongue slipping into the Doctor’s mouth while his fingers slipped into the Time Lord’s hair. When they broke apart, Jack stayed very close, his lips ghosting over the Doctor’s. “Until then Doctor,” he whispered, kissing the other man gently.

Then he was gone, walking back towards the control room. That had been the Doctor’s private farewell, now they had to get rid of their erections for the more public one. Well, the Doctor did. Jack seemed to have a permanent one, so his wouldn’t be too much of a deal. Should re-christen him Jack Hardness the Doctor mused, making him snigger. That should keep him going through the good-byes. He straightened his suit, re-ruffled his hair to get rid of the “just shagged” look that Jack must surely have created, and sauntered back into the control. Donna looked up from a monitor at him, giggling. There on the screen was a visual of the spot where he and Jack had just been standing. Only Donna had seen. He glowered at her. She pointed at the Tardis, still giggling. He felt another one of his ship’s mental sniggers and glowered at her instead.

Damned ship…

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little drabble number two

2008-07-24T18:08:20Z

Title: “Do you want it back?”

Pairing: 10/Jack

Summary: Jack offers the Doctor his hand back

Set: DWS3

A/N: inspired by an avatar I saw about a year ago. Unfortunately can’t give it any credit, as I have no idea who it belonged to. If anyone can tell me I will credit it. Drabble.

Beta: Boxers_of_a_God

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While Martha was chatting to Chan Tho, Jack and the Doctor faffed with the various bits of gumph Professor Yana was having issues with. Or at least the Doctor was. Jack was rooting through his rucksack.

“I can’t find it! It was really cool and you’d have loved it! I could have sworn I put it in here!” Jack exclaimed sulkily, rummaging some more. He had been searching for the better part of twenty minutes, searching for some piece of alien kit he wanted to show the Doctor, but it was being elusive.

Jack took the hand in a jar out of his bag to give him more rummaging room.

“I still think it’s creepy that you kept my hand in a jar.” The Doctor mumbled.

“Do you want it back?” Jack asked, pausing to look up.

The Doctor snorted. “Not after you’ve been alone with it.”

Jack grinned. “Never did that,” he said. “Would much rather wait for you, and get it first hand.”

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little drabble

2008-07-24T17:35:27Z

Title: “What do I file this under?”

Pairing: Jack/Ianto

Summary: Ianto finds Jack’s defabricator turned Dalek killing gun and isn’t sure what to do with it.

A/N: Drabble

Beta: boxers_of_a_god

Spoilers: DWS1 and sort of S4 too. Not much though.

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Jack was sat in his office “working” (shuffling paperwork and doodling) when Ianto knocked on his door. Ianto opened the door, pushing it open with his hip, coffee cup in one hand, large Dalek destroying gun in the other. He placed the coffee on the desk before asking, “What do I file this under?” gesturing to the gun at his side.

“Depends, do you want it’s original function or what I modified it for?” Jack asked, grinning as he leaned back in his chair.

“What did it do to start with?” Ianto asked.

“Defabricator.” Jack said simply. “Does what it says on the tin.”

Ianto raised an eyebrow. “I don’t believe you.”

“I can reverse my modifications and prove it.” Jack challenged, his own eyebrows wiggling suggestively.

Ianto opened his mouth to say “go on then” then closed it again, narrowing his eyes at Jack’s widening grin and mischievous look. He knew exactly what that “proof” would lead to, and what he should file the gun under.

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more RPS, dont read if you dont like

2008-06-18T21:55:10Z

Title: Barrowman, I swear if you do that one more time…

Summary: sequel to “I’ll show you fucking intimidated” can stand-alone but makes more sense if you read that one first. David wishes he’d kept his big mouth shut.

Warning: Once again this is RPS; so don’t read if you don’t like it.

Rating: erm…. I think I will say NC-17 just to be on the safe side.

As requested by petit_fox! Feedback is love

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“Alright, back in the prop box, David, can you please stop rocking it when you come out. I know there isn’t a lot of room for five people, but the faster we get the shot done, the faster you can get out of it.” Russell was looking amused. He’d heard about David’s little run in with John. There was a rumour circling that it had happened, but Russell knew, because John had warned him that there might be some disruption to the schedule, due to David giving him an idea for a prank.

David grumbled and stormed into the box, deliberately throwing his weight against the side of it to be annoying. John followed him in, winking at Russell. David was getting wound up, and knew that even once they “got the shot” they were going to have to do it again, because it wouldn’t do for the Doctor to have an erection. Giving John the perfect excuse to torment him some more inside the prop box. What didn’t help was that John had been flirting shamelessly with him all morning, and throwing coy looks when no one was looking. And there were rumours, all of them true he noticed flying around the set. He suspected that John himself had started them, or had told someone gleefully and been overheard. People kept asking him, and he wasn’t sure whether he should be denying all knowledge or agreeing.

John was replying with “Would you like it to be true?” when he was asked, which didn’t help David decide what he should be saying in response to “Is it true you had sex with John on Friday night?” and “Was he any good?” and “Did Scott really join in?”

The three girls trooped into the Tardis prop box, laughing slightly at David’s sulking. They had heard the rumours, and knew they were true, Casanova and Captain Jack, what a pair. John settled against David and the other three crammed into the tiny box.

“Fucking sardines we are.” David grumbled.

“Oh stop your whining.” Catharine quipped, reaching over John to flick David round the ear, “accidentally” pushing John further into David. David groaned and narrowed his eyes at her as the other four giggled. He jabbed John in the back, trying to get the infernal man’s arse away from his crutch.

“Ooh girls, I’ve got something jabbing me in the back.” John said, innuendo dripping from his voice. David sighed in frustration, banging on the side of the prop box.

“Can we start now please?” he yelled, wanting to get this over and done with so he could have a word with Russell about moving the script order so John wasn’t able to grind his hips into him in the way he was doing right at that moment.

“John for god’s sake, please – ” he implored, begging John to stop it. John did, momentarily, before pressing the length of his body against David, effectively pinning him and preventing him from moving.

The girls were giggling again. There was no way they would start the shot until they had stopped. And that was going to take a while. Freema was laughing uncontrollably, and David had to bite back a moan of frustration as John ground back against him, deliberately running his hand up David’s thigh as he did so.

“Oh why did I give you the idea for this?” David hissed in John’s ear, still trying to prise the man’s backside off his genitalia, with very little success.

“Just couldn’t keep that gorgeous mouth of yours shut could you David.” John replied, grinding back again.

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Outside the box the crew could hear the girls laughing and David getting grumpier. There was a moment of silence and then –

“BARROWMAN, I SWEAR IF YOU DO THAT ONE MORE TIME!” David’s voice erupted from the prop box and Billie, Freema, Catherine and John almost fell out of the box practically crying with mirth. David followed them, looking pissed, trying to use the Doctor’s long coat as a sort of shield.

“You arse!” he exclaimed, pointing at John, who simply shrugged and said:

“Didn’t hear you complaining on - ” he started, slight seduction in his voice.

“Shut up.” David stormed off in the direction of his trailer, presumably, every one assumed, because the bulge in his trousers needed rectifying. John laughed and sauntered after him cockily, presumably, every one assumed, to help.

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David slammed the door to his trailer, shucking out of the long brown coat. He dumped it unceremoniously on a chair; despite knowing he would have hell to pay with wardrobe. Fuck wardrobe…I’m about to have a wank in costume, a crumpled coat is the least of their worries. He walked through to the bathroom area of the trailer, when he heard the door open. He groaned.

“Bugger off. I will be out in five minutes.” He yelled, really hoping it wasn’t someone to drag his ass back to the set to sort out the damned shoot in the fucking prop box.

He heard the door close and sighed. Peace. Finally. He undid the fly on his trousers, just as the bathroom door opened to reveal John’s amused smile.

“Want a hand with that?” he said, glancing down at the rock hard cock in David’s hand.

David lunged at him, knocking him straight to the floor with an “oof”.

“You are a complete bastard do you know that?” David hissed, pinning John’s arms to the floor above his head. “I am as horny as hell, and it is all your fault.” He accentuated the point by grinding his hips down into John’s making him groan.

“And what are you going to do about it?” John asked brazenly.

“I am going to fuck you into the floor of this trailer.” David replied, his eyes flashing as he kissed John forcefully.

John groaned. “Wardrobe will throw a fit and a half.”

“And I will blame you.”

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“David?” Billie’s voice was small and tentative as she opened the trailer door. She had drawn the short straw and had to be the one to find out if David was going to some back and finish the shoot. And John for that matter.

She heard a small scuffle and reluctantly stuck her head around the door, only for her jaw to drop. John and David were lying on the floor, and David was unmistakably shagging John. She could see everything. They were completely oblivious to her presence, until John noticed the cool air from the door and looked right at her. He smirked, keeping David occupied and dismissing Billie with a clear hand signal.

Five.

She left, closing the door quietly before running off back to the set to tell Russell that the two would be back in five minutes. She was bright red. She told Freema and Catherine what she had seen and the three of them giggled and laughed, especially when John and David finally returned to the set, looking distinctly ruffled. Wardrobe and Make-up were all over them, tutting and chiding them, and of course asking for the gossip. After all, what’s a good grope (or in this instance shag) if there was no gossip afterwards? And with the country’s fittest actors as the subject of the gossip, what could be better?

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beware. its not pretty

2008-06-18T14:31:12Z

Title: Addicted to You
Summary: Ianto couldn’t give Jack up if he tried… but he has to let go.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: it’s very dark. Character death. Not fluffy in any way.

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It's like you’re a drug

Wherever Jack went, Ianto was sure to follow not far behind.

It’s like you’re a demon I can’t face down

Even when ordered to leave, to go home, Ianto never did, always staying close to Jack’s side, in the Hub, on the prowl for weevils, on the lookout for some alien that could easily kill Ianto.

It's like I’m stuck

He couldn’t leave Jack, because he was so afraid that he was going to loose him, or that he was never going to see him again. After Tosh and Owen had died, he realised it was only a matter of time before something happened to him and he was forced to spend the rest of eternity in the dark without Jack.

It's like I’m running from you all the time

At first he had tried to run from it, not wanting to become to engrossed in Jack, not wanting to cause himself the pain of knowing that one day, something was going to happen to take Jack away from him, or visa-versa.

And I know
It’s like the only company I seek
Is misery all around

He could see the pain in Jack’s eyes at how clingy Ianto had become. He wasn’t the Ianto Jack remembered, he knew that, and he knew he was just a shell of the man Jack had fallen in love with, but Jack couldn’t bring himself to push Ianto away, because he knew why he was hurting.

It’s like your leech
Sucking the life from me

The more time he spent like this, the harder going on became, but it was a vicious circle. He needed Jack, to keep what was left of his sanity in place, but he knew that the presence of Jack was what was causing him to fall apart. He was falling apart inside.

It’s like I cant breathe
Without you inside of me

Ianto revelled in the tender moments when Jack would make love to him, making him feel alive again, reminding him who he was. It was strange, because when he was with Jack like this he felt like the old Ianto.

And I know
I let you have all the power
And I realise I’m never gonna a quit you over time

He’d gasp as Jack filled him, wanting nothing more than to stay like that forever. Jack had always dominated him, always been in control and now was no different. Ianto needed the control that Jack had over him, loved it, craved it, because it made him feel alive when Jack threw himself behind the driving thrusts of his passion, and made Ianto feel like he was himself again.

It’s like I cant breathe
Its like I cant feel anything

But when it stopped, when they were apart, it was so empty, so lonely, because he needed Jack to be near by. Always close. If someone had to stay behind in the Hub it was always Gwen, because Ianto couldn’t bear to be away from Jack for that long, even with the sound of his voice soothing him over the comms.

Nothing but you

When he was with Jack was the only time he could feel. It was the only time he could really exist. So he made every effort to exist with Jack.

I’m addicted you

He couldn’t get away from it. He’d tried, and Jack had tried to support him and help him through, more than once, but it never worked, because Ianto always came back and clung to Jack more and more every time.

It’s like I can’t think
Without you interrupting me

There was nothing but Jack.

In my thoughts

Always there

In my dreams

Constantly

Your taking over me

Jack was more a part of him than he was.

It’s like I’m not me,

He was loosing himself in Jack.

It’s like I’m not me

He had already lost himself in Jack.

It’s like I’m lost

There wasn’t any of the drive he’d had before to save the world and be a protector of the earth, all of the things that had made him a member of Torchwood in the first place, all those years ago at Torchwood one.

It’s like I’m giving up slowly,

He couldn’t keep living like this any more. It wasn’t fair to him and it wasn’t fair to Jack.

It’s like you’re a ghost that’s haunting me

He could always feel Jack’s presence in his mind, looking out for him and trying to ensure that Ianto wasn’t about to collapse somewhere. It was draining to see Jack worry over him so much.

Leave me alone

He pushed Jack’s presence in his mind away a lot, not wanting Jack to get so deeply concerned. They were getting strained.

And I know these voices in my head
Are mine alone

There were so many options he could take, none of them really good ideas but he needed to do something, so he started trying to work out which one would work better.

And I know I’ll never change my ways
If I don’t give you up now

He needed to sort it out. Jack was beginning to show signs of stress and strain and he was getting careless when he was on missions, dieing more frequently because Ianto was taking his toll on the Captain.

It’s like I cant breathe
Its like I cant feel anything
Nothing but you
I’m addicted you
It’s like I can’t think
Without you interrupting me
In my thoughts
In my dreams
You’re taking over me
It’s like I’m not me,
It’s like I’m not me

And now he was lying in Jack’s arms, stroking the other man’s hair out of his face, caressing him gently as he remembered to be the Ianto Jack knew and loved. So he remembered him this way.

I’m hooked on you

Jack slips his hand down, cupping Ianto’s erection, squeezing a moan from his younger lover.

I need a fix

And Ianto let him, wanting the feeling of Jack around him, stroking him, teasing him. Making him complete.

I can’t take it

But he couldn’t handle the tender caresses Jack was bestowing on him. He needed something rougher, just once more.

Just one more hit

He needed Jack to pound him into the mattress of the small camp bed beneath his office. He conveyed this wish verbally, though slightly more eloquently, and Jack looked at him a little shocked, searching his eyes for a reason.

I promise
I can deal with it

Ianto smiled, hiding behind a perfected veneer, which even Jack couldn’t see through if Ianto didn’t want him to. He knew what he had to do to convince Jack that this was ok, when really, Ianto was anything but ok.

I’ll handle it

But Jack couldn’t be shown that, or he’d stop it. And Ianto needed it, needed Jack to understand that he wasn’t doing what he was doing to hurt Jack, only to take care of him, and let him go.

Quit it

This was the last time he’d let Jack touch him like this. The last time he’d be able to, because there was no way that Jack would be able to stop him.

Just one more time
Then that’s it

Jack fucked him hard, and Ianto memorised every touch, every caress, knowing it would be the last.

Just a little bit more

He held off his own orgasm, waiting for Jack, so that the two came off together, for the first and last time.

To get me through this

He was such a coward. He knew he wouldn’t be able to go through with it if he didn’t go to Jack first. He wasn’t strong enough to do it without the love of his Captain and the feel of him fresh in his mind.

I’m hooked on you

His thoughts raced

I need a fix

He knew he needed to act.

I cant take it

And when he slipped a sedative into Jack’s water when he passed it to the other man in the dark,

Just one more hit

He knew this was it.

I promise

He kissed Jack soundly,

I can deal with it

Making it a good last kiss,

I’ll handle it

One Jack would remember when he woke up,

Quit it

And felt him slip into sleep.

Just one more time

And as Ianto slipped from the bed, dressing and leaving his pre-written note on Jack’s pillow,

Then that’s it

He knew he was doing the right thing.

Just a little bit more

He was letting Jack go.

To get me through this

He kissed Jack’s lips one last time, murmured his last goodbye, his last “I love you” and climbed up the ladder.

It’s like I cant breathe

He straightened a few things on Jack’s desk, left a pile of the reports he knew needed signing and sending off and left the office.

Its like I cant feel anything

He left a note on Gwen’s desk, with instructions on how to feed the pterodactyl and how to work the coffee machine. He also left his front door keys, so they could sort out his flat.

Nothing but you

He glanced one last time around the Hub before checking his pockets and walking out of the door. He wasn’t worried about the cog door waking Jack, not really. Jack was out ‘til at least the next morning. He took the lift up to the tourist office, locking the door behind him and pushing the key through the letterbox.

I’m addicted you

He looked into the CCTV camera, knowing Jack would look at them in the morning and saluted, a straight backed, military salute, like he’d seen Jack use when he came into contact with other soldiers, normally mocking it was true, but Ianto meant this one. He nodded to the camera and left, walking away.

It’s like I cant think

He couldn’t feel guilt. He couldn’t.

Without you interrupting me

It was better in the long run, for jack and for him. For everyone.

In my thoughts

He needed to do this.

In my dreams

He needed to go.

Your taking over me

That’s what he told himself over and over and over again in his head as he walked through the pouring rain. He wasn’t thinking straight, he knew that, but he hadn’t been for a while. And it was just getting worse. They used to say there was only one cure for madness.

Its like I'm not me,

Maybe they were right. He walked out onto the top of the Millennium centre. It was one of Jack’s favourite places to be when he needed to be alone. Maybe this wasn’t the best place then, but maybe it would get rid of Jack’s fixation with rooftops. ?Ianto had tried, but to no avail. Not that it mattered all that much now.

Its like I’m not me

He pulled the gun out of his pocket and put it to his head, cocking it and taking a deep shuddering breath. This was possibly the biggest mistake he was going to make, but it wouldn’t matter. Not a bit, because Jack would be free. Free of him and his obsession. And maybe one day the Doctor would find a way to fix Jack and Jack could join him if he wanted to. Then it was his choice. He wouldn’t be forced to bear Ianto’s presence.

The wind picked up, and Ianto nearly fell, but he steadied himself. This was on his terms.

“I love you Jack.” He whispered into the night as he pulled the trigger.

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I have no idea where this came from. It is completely random. Its ok if you hate it, I’m not too sure about it but there we go.

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nothing like my usual

2008-06-18T12:32:59Z

Title: On My Own
Summary: Rose is at a bench in London. The same one where the Doctor told her she could never see her father in the parallel universe. Now her father tells her she can never see the Doctor again in the exact same place.

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On my own

Rose walked, her hands in her pockets, along the river Thames, staring at a spot where the Doctor had once stood and told her that there was no way she could ever see her parents in this Universe, because they weren’t really parents.

Pretending he’s beside me

She could almost feel him bouncing along beside her like a sought of over excited little puppy. She could hear his voice in her head, chattering away in his customary ninety miles an hour manner, about anything and everything, almost like he was afraid of the silence.

All Alone

But it was silent, and she understood why he was afraid of it. There were always silences. With him they were never lonely silences, but now they were. She couldn’t bear quiet and couldn’t bear being still. She always had to be doing something or she’d get twitchy.

I walk with him ‘til morning

She often walked around at night if she couldn’t sleep, purely because it was better that tossing and turning in bed, fidgeting and agitating herself. It gave her space to think, to sort herself out for the next day, And it wasn’t like she actually needed to sleep that much, as travelling with a Time Lord who didn’t need that much sleep and was always on the move had left her with an ability to rest for only a couple of hours. They had barely stopped for food and slime removing showers (when necessary) let alone to sleep.

Without him, I feel his arms around me,

When she did sleep it was always with her thick duvet wrapped tightly around her, as though hugging her, and she’d protend it was her. A few times when she had had some particularly nasty experiences with him, he had curled up with her on her bed in the TARDIS, and he’d soothed away all the hurt and stayed with her as she slept, taking care of her the way only he could. It was that safe feeling that she was always trying to re-create, that she knew she couldn’t have, not here, where she technically didn’t exsist, and where there was no Doctor to catcher her when she fell.

And when I lose my way I close my eyes and he has found me.

He was there though, in a sort of weird way. He guided her, or at least it felt like he did. If she wasn’t sure, she would think about it the way he would, or think what he would say to her, and would work from there. It was right, nine times out of ten.

In the rain,

It was pouring it down tonight, but this was when she liked it best, because there were less people. Even at night, normally the streets of London were busy places. There were always drunks everywhere, among other things, but tonight the rain had driven them all inside, leaving Rose alone, just the way she liked it. She could think better this way, and she felt her link with the Doctor more strongly when she was on her own.

The pavement shines like silver

The rain made everything pretty too, it shined and glimmered, sparkling in the street lamps. She could walk along the glittering streets and pretend he was with her, admiring the scenery.

All the lights are misty in the river,

It was silly really, and she knew it, but that didn’t stop her, because she needed to hold onto something, and this was all that she had left. She reached the bench, coming to a stop and sitting down, looking out across the reflected lights in the river. They shimmered as the water rippled and flowed with the current, and Rose leaned forward, watching them.

In the darkness the trees are full of starlight,

There were lights hanging from the trees, shining like little stars. She imagined she was with him, up among the stars, or standing on the ground that Christmas, pointing at the stars they wanted to go and visit, and trying to decide which one she should go for.

And all I see is him and me forever and forever.

They would have travelled far across the stars, across space. She could just picture all the amazing things that he could have shown her, and all the mad, dangerous, hilarious and frankly crazy messes he always managed to get them in to.

And I know, its only in my mind.

She knew it was only pretend, and that it wasn’t going to happen, not now. Because she was stuck here. And he was stuck there. She didn’t think it would have been so bad if he had been stuck here too, but they were stuck apart, and she missed him terribly.

That I’m taking to myself and not to him.

Sometimes she’s be having a conersation with him, or she’d think she was, and then she’d turn around and the room would be empty, or her mum would be standing there with a horrible pitying expression on her face, making Rose feel ridiculous.

And although, I know that he is blind,

He’d been completely oblivious to the fact that she loved him, right up until the point where it was too late. But then again, they’d sort of just missed each other. Cause she knew he loved her too, he’d just never shown it, because he didn’t know how. Humans were complicated creatures, and he was even more so, but in a different way. He was a battle hardened, lonely Time Lord, who saw everything completely differently, and who saw her in a way that no one else in any universe ever could.

Still I say “there’s a way for us”.

She was determined not to give up. There had to be a way through to him. He’d been wrong before, because Mickey had been supposedly stuck here, and he had gotten through. Maybe she could too, someday, somehow.

I love him, but when the night is over,

“Rose.” Her Dad’s voice broke through her musings. He was standing beside her, as soaking wet as she was, looking worried, the way he always did when she withdrew from them, like she always did at the time of year when it got close to the anniversary of the Battle of Canary Wharf. Not that that meant much to most people here. Only the ones who were on the other side at the time. A select few.

He is gone, the river’s just a river

Her illusion shattered, just as the sun was beginning to rise. He wasn’t with her. Only her Dad, looking out for her.

“He’s not going to come back you know. He can’t.”

He sat down beside her. She looked down at the pavement, avoiding her father’s pitying gaze. “You’ll never see him again. It’s time to accept it and let go.”

He placed a hand on her shoulder, and she shrugged it off. She didn’t want to hear this. She didn’t want to accept it, and there was no way that he was going to force her to.

Without him, the world around me changes,

It was completely different now her Dad was there. He wasn’t with her, and she could have held her living dream, for just a little longer if he had stayed away just a few more minutes.

The trees are bare and everywhere the streets are full of strangers,

The lights on the trees went out as the sun rose, and she listened to her Dad telling her the things she already knew about her life, and London began to wake up. It sounded like he was talking about some boyfriend who had upped and left her, but it wasn’t like that. He hadn’t left her, and she hadn’t left him, not by choice. It was a forced separation that neither of them had had any control over, and that neither of them had wanted.

I love him, but every day I’m learning,

It was a little harsh of him really, going on the way he was. It wasn’t like she didn’t know what he was telling her. She was allowed to dream wasn’t she? She was allowed to hope? Tough shit if she wasn’t, she was going to.

All my life I’ve only been pretending,

The last few years it had all been a lie. She was living the life of a shadow, neither here nor there, which, technically, she wasn’t. She didn’t belong here, and therefore, she wasn’t there. She didn’t fit in. There was a distinct difference between her and the other people who walked by her on a day to day basis.

Without me his world would go on turning,

But still, life went on.

“Dad.” She cut him off. “I know all of this stuff. And I don’t care. This is my life. I won’t be told how to live it. I know you hate my job, and I know you hate that I’m going to Norway next week, and I couldn’t care less. That’s where I last saw him, and that’s where I’ll see him again.” She looked up defiantly. “You know what it is to love and lose. So you should know what it means to want to hope that there is even the faintest glimmer of a chance that you’ll see them again. That’s how I feel about him. I have to hold onto something Dad. Because that little sliver of hope is all that keeps me going.”

A world that’s full of happiness that I have never known,

He tried again. “But he said - ”

“He’s wrong. He’s been wrong before. He was wrong about Mickey getting back, he was wrong about the fact that it was impossible to get through to other universes from ours. He can be wrong again.” She stumbled over her words, her voice shaking as she tried to convince him that she was right.

I love him, I love him, I love him,

She kept repeating all of this in her head, over and over, like a mantra, not wanting to give in, what ever he said.

But only on my own.

“You don’t understand Dad. You’re from here, you belong. But I never exsisted. People have no idea who I am because I do not exsist. I belong on the other side, with him, doing whatever it is that he does, because I love him and because he showed me so much, and there is so much more!” She stood up and walked off, the moment she had had was ruined, because Pete had turned up, and she wasn’t with him, she was alone, and that was what Pete’s appearance had shown her. The harsh reality behind the dream.

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Right. dont read this if you dont like RPS.... cause this is what it is

2008-06-18T12:22:21Z

Title: I’ll show you fucking intimidated.
Warning: This is RPS! If you don’t like it, don’t read it!
Summary: John Barrowman watching this year’s episode of “The Friday Night Project” with David Tennant as the guest host. He is struck by a need to act after hearing the answer to one of the “Ask Me Anything” questions.
Pairing: John Barrowman/David Tennant
Rating: oh very NC-17…. Hehe.
AN: This is unbeta-d as my poor beta is still without Internet. Will get her to have a look at it when she gets it back and then you can have the beta-d copy!!! Had to write this after watching on you tube. Not something I could see John letting David get away with… Hehe. For the purposes of my fic, mainly because I'm not sure if it is or not, the Friday Night Project is not live, making my fic possible. If all of this makes no sense, go onto www.youtube.com and type “David Tennant Friday Night Project” into the search bar and watch the 2008 one… its in five parts. It’s hilarious!!! I stole some of the Dialogue using Youtube, so yeah, credit to that and also obviously to the Friday Night Project. Lol.

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John settled down next to Scott to watch the Friday Night Project. It was one of the very few programs he ever made the time to watch, even if he had to record it to do so, because he thought it was hilarious. Scott sometimes didn’t see it, and watched it simply because John begged him to, claiming that one day, he would see how funny it was. David was on tonight, meaning his name was bound to crop up somewhere. It did… more than once.

“It’s gonna be like loose women in a TARDIS” Alan said, giggling a little.

“Well Yeah, because John Barrowman comes on as well!” David replied, grinning as the audience laughed.

Scott sniggered. “You really are considered the group slag aren’t you?” he chuckled as John’s jaw dropped.

“Slimy little bastard.”

“I’d be more inclined to say skinny than slimy.” Scott mused as the show continued.

“Lanky little git.” John sulked.

Then there were the “WHO PORN” references. And his name showed up again.

Justin shifted in his seat. “Have you seen any of the – lets call it “Who Porn” that’s on - ”

David’s expression was priceless. He looked a mixture of shocked, worried, confused and amused all at once. This was clearly news to him. And obviously they hadn’t done this bit in the script reads because there was no way he could act that expression.

“Now, this is an actual posting.” Justin turned to Alan to verify, “is that what you call it when you put a message up on the web?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Alan nodded and Justin continued.

“Yeh.” He looked down at the card in his hand. David looked worried, but he was still smiling, albeit worriedly.

Alan interjected, “I dunno, but you’ll think he’s been typing with one hand when you hear what that filth says.” David sat up, the smile becoming more worried as the comments continued.

“I read it with one hand in my dressing room.” Justin said, looking innocently perverted. If such a look was possible.

“Oh no! Don’t be - ” Alan started only to be cut of by David as he cried out in horror and turned away for a moment, clearly not enjoying the mental image that had just been conjured by the implications of that sentence.

“This is it, this is it. Posted by a Doctor Who fan, on a Doctor Who Porn Website.”

David looked a little mortified at this idea. “There are Doctor Who PORN WEBSITES?!” he asked, incredulous fear written on his face.

“Oh now you’re interested!” Justin exclaimed. David looked scared. His face conveyed the worry that there was something very dirty about his character…. A character who was part of a family orientated TV program… this could not be good.

“I’ll give you the web address after.” Justin lifted the card and started reading. “The Doctor began to caress the nape of Martha’s hungry back. He stiffened, more and more, until the need became to much to bear and he just had to have her.” Justin paused for dramatic effect in places, and the camera showed David’s eyebrows moving higher and higher up his forehead as he sat there in shock. At the end of the clip, David sat back, frowning, “Oh… That’s a little inappropriate isn’t it?” He crossed his legs.

John sniggered, pointing at the screen. “Note that one hand has gone beneath the desk.” He said to Scott, who nodded, smiling.

“If you think that’s bad, listen to this.” Justin replied, looking at Alan, who read the piece on his own card.

“Captain Jack lunged forwards with the power and strength the Doctor had always so admired and took him in his manly arms. His hands moved down towards his groin…” Alan trailed off. David had been grinning from the words “Captain Jack” but now the shock was back, only to be replaced by amusement.

“That one is John Barrowman’s blog though I think, isn’t it?”

Scott howled with laughter. Now he understood why this program was funny, but clearly his mirth was at John’s expense. He was sat there, spluttering in indignation as David sniggered on the screen and Scott nearly cried laughing.

“The cheeky little shit!”

“Oh this is priceless.” Scott said breathlessly as he tried to stop laughing, failing miserably. “Remind me to thank him for a night’s worth of laughter. It is so worth watching some of the other drivel on this show to get moments like that.” Tears began to role down his face as John sulked, evidently displeased.

But these were things he could handle from his neighbour, friend and colleague. Taking the piss was something actors did to each other on television. They did it everywhere. It was funny and the fan’s loved it, and secretly so did they. The ribbing they all gave each other was meant with the deepest affection, and was never meant hurtfully. If John was honest, that was the sort of thing you might find on his blog, if he had one. He may have to create one later so he could spill dirty secrets about David anonymously on it. Casanova indeed was that Mr Tennant. He was fairly sure the man could actually shag his way around Europe if he wanted to.

But then there was the “Ask Me Anything” question. That did it.

A woman in the audience had stood up and announced that her name was Julie. She then asked her question. It was a long one. “Right. Freema Agyman has said that – erm – John Barrowman – erm – flashes his manhood on the set of Torchwood – erm – on the last show – erm – Billie Piper said that – erm – you were “David Ten-Inch”, who’s packing the biggest weapon?”

Alan looked horrified. “Oh please! We don’t wanna talk about that!” The audience laughed and Alan’s expression changed to slightly seductive. “Well we do, but not here.”

David thought about it for a minute. “All I know is - ” He paused as Alan sniggered. “John’s never shown it to me. Which might suggest he’s intimidated. I don’t know!” he shrugged, looking nonchalant.

John spluttered on the cup of coffee he had been drinking. Intimidated? Intimidated?!

It got worse.

Justin looked pensive. “Are you saying – basically you are saying not only are you the Time Lord, you’re also the Cock Lord.” David sniggered, trying to look modest and failing.

“It’s really not for me to decide is it?” He was avoiding the question, he knew John watched this program, there was no way he wasn’t going to pay for that and the expression said he knew it.

Justin nodded solemnly. “I think it is. I think you you’ve just decided.”

David tried to look innocent of the whole conversation. “He can - he can defend his own genitalia.”

Scott was sniggering quietly, trying really hard not to laugh. “Intimidated of the “Cock Lord” are we John? You aren’t seriously going to let him get away with that are you?”

John closed his mouth, setting his jaw. “Intimidated my fucking arse. I’ll show him fucking intimidated.” He put down the coffee mug, vaulting the back to the sofa and running out of the front door of his apartment. He ran down the nearest flight of stairs to the floor with David’s apartment in it and opened the front door. No one in this building ever bothered to lock their doors if they were in. There was no point really, as there were very few none Doctor Who/Torchwood cast/crew people living in the building, and the ones that weren’t were all non-stalkerish types anyway, or hardly ever there. This worked in John’s favour, though not in David’s as John opened the door and stalked in.

“Tennant you lanky little Scottish bastard get your scrawny ass here!” He called, unsure where the other man was.

David peered nervously round the archway to his kitchen, and John could just see the top of his head and a pair of worried eyes. He strode over, flicking the door shut behind him.

“You little git.” John said, pushing the slimmer man up against the kitchen side. “The blog comment and the “loose women” comment I could handle, but call me intimidated? Me?” he growled, pressing himself bodily against David, who was squirming, his eyes wide, as he looked John in the eye.

“I’ll show you intimidated “Ten-inch”.” John whispered in David’s ear, grinding his hips into him, making him gasp. There was nothing intimidated about the hard cock pressing against his own.

“John - ” David started in a stuttered voice, but John placed a finger on his lips, shushing him.

“I am going to show you just how unintimidated by you I really am.” He whispered, pushing his hips forward again.

“What about Scott?” David replied, trying to persuade John that this really wasn’t a very good idea. It wasn’t that he didn’t want John, he secretly had for ages, but John was married… technically, and there was no way he wanted to get in the way of such a great relationship.

“Scott will be disappointed if I don’t make my point. He knows how I think, and he knows what I’m going to do.” John whispered, nipping the lobe of David’s ear between his teeth, slipping a hand under David’s shirt, making him shiver.

“John - ” David tried again, but ended up groaning instead as John sucked a sensitive spot behind his ear, making him go a little weak at the knees. “I thought you – oh god John please stop it. I thought you – oh – liked the - ah – muscled types. Nugh.” He was sure he’d read that in an interview where a fan had sent in the question, or something like it anyway. John’s response was that while David had a certain sexiness to him, he preferred the more muscled types, like Scott.

“From what I can feel,” John said, roaming his hand over the younger man’s torso, “there is quite a lot of muscle attached to this rather lithe frame. Looks can be deceiving it seems. Doesn’t look like there is room for muscle on you, but here it is. I’ve underestimated you.” John practically purred in David’s ear, running his hand over the muscles under David’s shirt.

He tweaked a nipple, causing David to arch into him and clutch at the t-shirt he was wearing. David groaned as he repeated the process, slipping his own hands under John’s t-shirt. He moved his head, capturing John’s lips in a fiery kiss. In for a penny…

John responded after a moment of surprise, he hadn’t been expecting David’s mood to change that quickly, he’d gone from trying to stop John, to reeling him in. He flicked his tongue against David’s bottom lip, a silent question, which was answered positively as David opened his mouth a little, allowing John to slip his tongue inside.
John pushed his hips forward again, grinding into David’s growing erection. His eyebrows shot up as he realised that there must be some truth in the nickname, because even through two pairs of trousers, he could feel that David was not in any way small. Remember John, you are not intimidated…

David flipped them round, so that John was between him and the kitchen side. “As interesting as the idea of shagging you up against the worktop is, I'm not shagging you in my kitchen.” He said, pulling back a little bit, “partially because I will have to scrub it within an inch of it’s life before I can cook in it again or guests will never forgive me and I can’t be bothered, but mostly because the kitchen side does nothing for anyone’s back.”

He pushed back off John and took his hand pulling him through to the living room. “Now. I have a perfectly serviceable couch or we can - ” He was cut off as John shoved him on to the couch and pushed his tongue into his mouth again, straddling his hips, grinding down, making David buck beneath him.

He pulled David’s shirt over his head, running a trail of light kisses and sharp little bites down his torso as David pull his own t-shirt up. He paused to pull the remainder of the shirt over his head and toss it to the floor before returning his attention to David’s chest, continuing his path downwards, following the small amount of hair from his navel which disappeared beneath his trousers. He glanced up at David, who was watching his every move with a mixture of nervous rapture and desire. John had the distinct feeling that David had never done the “gay-thing” before, or it had been a very very long time since he had. He smirked, undoing the button on David’s jeans with his teeth, then pulling the zip down in the same fashion, suddenly glad that this was something that Scott had always enjoyed, because it was something that took a long time to perfect, as it wasn’t the easiest thing on the earth to do.

David gasped as he felt the zip go down, and wondered what exactly John was planning to do once he’d finished undressing them both. There was a rather sizable list of things that David could think of, and he was fairly sure that John’s oh-so-creative brain could think of more, so there was no knowing, not really. The only thing that David could be sure of was that he had no control over the situation and there was no way that he could gain any ground in that area. So he let go, let John dominate him, purely because he knew that the other man wouldn’t hurt him, and his only thought was that maybe they should lock the front door, because Russell had said he might pop round at some point this evening, and there was no way that he wanted Russell to rib him about this at work for the next month.

This though was swiftly shoved aside in favour of no thought at all as John’s hand started stroking his cock through his boxers. He groaned, lifting his hips, giving John the perfect opportunity to pull his trousers and boxers down over his hips. The leather sofa was slightly cool against his skin and made him shiver as John moved off him a little to remove the trousers completely and dispose of his own. He also took the time to apparently agree with David on the thought of the front door. He walked over and locked it, before turning back to David on the couch, where he hadn’t moved, and stalked back, locking his piercing blue eyes with David’s wide chocolate brown ones.

David couldn’t look away as John knelt between his legs, caressing his cock and rolling his balls in his hands.

“Billie wasn’t exaggerating was she.” John chuckled, looking at David’s cock appriciativly.

“Not exactly the dictionary definition of “small” yourself are you.” David replied, his words breathy as John squeezed the base of his erection. His eyes were still locked on John and his movements.

“Now you see why I’m not intimidated.” He started pumping David’s cock, making him groan. “Out of interest, how does Billie know?” He quirked an eyebrow.

“Only you could sit there and jerk me off while asking how someone else knows how to give apt nick names.” David said, breathing heavily as John tightened his grip and pumped him harder.

“Still wanna know.” John said interestedly.

“She was pressed up against me in the Tardis Prop Box for an hour. That box is way too small. And they had a camera for the sodding Confidential thing in there too. Which they then didn’t use. So, me, a male, with an attractive female pressed up against me, male body reacts accordingly, female can feel reaction. You do the maths.” David rattled off quickly, wishing that John would shush. And people accuse me of being chatty during sex…

David let his eyes flicker shut and let his head drop back, at least until John did some sort of clever wrist flick which made his who body jerk up and his eyes flew open, just in time to see John take the head of his cock into his mouth. But John wasn’t looking at what he was doing, he was relying on his sense of touch for that, a skill which must come in handy in the dark. His eyes were on David’s, giving him an “eyes on me” expression which told David that he wasn’t going to be allowed to look away even for a split second.

He watched as John took as much of David into his mouth as he could, until the head hit the back of his throat. Then he pulled back slowly, dragging his teeth lightly over the other man’s cock. David moaned, slipping his fingers into the hair on the back of John’s neck, only to remember belatedly that John didn’t like his face, neck or head in general being touched. Apparently it was a weird “Family Barrowman” phobia which most of them had.

John pulled back long enough to speak. “I’m not so fussy about that during sex. In fact that is the only time I enjoy it.” He smiled. “Though thank you for remembering.”

David slid his fingers back into John’s hair as John went back to giving David the best blowjob he could ever remember having. He arched his hips, groaning as John pushed him back down and pinned him to the couch. He took more of the other man into his mouth, swallowing around his cock. David groaned, trying not to thrust, not that he could have done if he wanted to.

John looked unbelievably hot. He did normally, but normally he wasn’t sucking David’s cock and making him want to buck and scream his name until he couldn’t remember his own name anymore, which was exactly what he was struggling not to do. The walls in this building were quite thick, but he wasn’t entirely sure about the floors and ceilings. His eyes were still glued to the sight of John’s mouth moving up and down his straining cock.

John felt the telltale sign that David was going to come and stopped, making the younger man keen and look pleadingly at him.

“Patience ‘Cock Lord’. I’m not done with you yet.” He smirked as David’s eyes widened further in anticipation. “Oh, how long have you wanted this?”

“What are you asking, when I last got laid or how long I’ve wanted you?” David asked.

“Both.”

“Last weekend and God knows. First Musical I ever say you in was Phantom of the Opera, and most of the people I went with claimed I gushed about you for days. So around then I’d say.”

“I can’t see you gushing over me.”

“I was young. I’m allowed to have had my moments in youth.” David looked imploringly at the other Scotsman, begging him to put his mouth back to better use.

John chuckled and moved a little further away. “What do you have in this flat in the way of lube?…. And condoms?”

“The great John Barrowman came to a sexual encounter unprepared?” David raised his eyebrows.

“I vaulted the back of my sofa and ran out the door. I didn’t do anything else except put the coffee I had just choked on down before doing so. Didn’t grab anything, or make any detours in the way of getting anything.” John replied.

“In my bedroom, right hand side – on second thoughts I’ll go. I don’t know what else is in there. You stay here.” David got up, walking away, slightly prohibited by the sizable erection he was sporting. He came back a few moments of rummaging later with a box and a tube, the later of which he threw to John before plonking himself back onto the sofa.

He flicked the lid of the box up and ferreted through its limited contents. “What exactly do you want?”

John peered into the box. David was quite adventurous in his choices. There wasn’t a single “normal” condom in the box. There was something interesting about all of them. “Erm…” he poked through the contents. “Bearing in mind it’s your arse it’s going up, which one would you be comfortable with?”

David though about it. He poked through the contents again, looking a little more worried. Apparently he hadn’t thought that bit through before bringing the box out.
“Erm…” He pulled out a red packet, turning it so John could see the writing on the back.

John smiled. “Oh be a bit more adventurous.” David had picked out a flavoured on. “It’s too thin anyway. It’ll split.” He put the condom back in the box and pulled a different one out. “Don’t look at me like that, you will thank me for it later.” He said, ignoring David’s wide-eyed expression of “You want to put that where?”. He’d pulled out a ribbed condom, which he knew from experience was a good choice. David was looking slightly apprehensive.

John smirked. “Now who’s intimidated.”

David gulped. “Not intimidated as such. More… Nervous,” he admitted, looking from the condom to John.

“About what?” John asked.

David raised an eyebrow. “If I had ever been openly gay at any point in my life, with my name all over the media like it is, don’t you think I’d have been outed by any past closet demons by now?”

John looked a little shocked. “Are you telling me you’ve never done this before?”

David looked away a little sheepishly. He didn’t answer, just bent his head a little, shuffling slightly. John smiled softly, sitting close to David and lifting his chin. “Why didn’t you say?”

“Cause I couldn’t find a moment to say it. And I was enjoying you too much.” David replied, still looking sheepish.

John rested a hand on David’s thigh, pulling him in for a gentle kiss. It had gone from accepting a sort of challenge through television to de-closeting David and making him feel good in the hands of someone he trusted. “Let me look after you then. I won’t hurt you.” He whispered. David nodded slightly, kissing John again, almost hiding behind it. John pushed up back so he was lying down again, moving his legs so he could lie between them. David was compliant, giving himself up.

John kept the kiss going, distracting David from the fact that he was unscrewing the up till now unused lube. He couldn’t resist asking. “If you have never done this before, how come you have lube?” The question posed enough of a distraction that David didn’t see John squeezing some of the lube onto his fingers.

“I’ve had it ever since you moved into the building.”

“Seriously?” John was a little surprised.

“Just about. The amount of drunken parties we have between us with various members of the cast and crew of Doctor Who and Torchwood it was almost inevitable. I’m amazed it hasn’t happened really. I’m amazed at he number of times I haven’t woken up in the morning in a pile of people who decided through a round of dreaded ‘Truth or Dare’ that an orgy was a good idea.”

“Eve has been thinking about slipping one of those sorts of things in just to see who goes for the forfeit instead.” John replied, moving his slicked fingers down between David’s legs, pausing to make sure that David thought nothing of the move.

“Exactly. And you never back down and nor do I so it would have happened if she said it.” David said, running his hand up John’s arm.

John kissed David again, wrapping his other around him and pressing him into the couch. He reached down, teasing the puckered entrance with a finger, not pushing it, just letting David get used to the idea. David had tensed, but John didn’t stop.

“Just relax,” he whispered, “trust me.”

David tried, kissing John again, allowing his muscles to relax a bit. He knew he needed to relax, or it was going to hurt. A lot. He thought about the relaxing exercises they had taught him in all the acting classes he had ever been to. he never thought he’d have to use them for anything other than acting.

As John felt him relax he started pushing very gently against the other man’s entrance, deepening the kiss. He didn’t push in much, just slipped in a little, making David gasp at the breech, but he didn’t tense up again, which was good. He pushed a little more, making David moan underneath him. He grinned inwardly, sliding the finger all the way in before pausing to let David get used to the feeling. David lifted his hips a little, silently asking John to move. John did, slipping his tongue into David’s mouth as he started moving his finger gently in and out. He crooked it a little, and David bucked, breaking the kiss and gasping, his eyes blown wide. John chuckled, repeating the action. David bucked again, clutching onto John’s upper arms and crying out.

“oh. You like that do you?” John said gently. He pushed against the spot he had pressed against and David groaned. “There?”

David nodded. “Yes. Just there. Just there. Oh please.” David keened, pushing down against John’s hand. All traces of nerves seemed to have vanished.

John pulled back and slid another finger in slowly. David accepted it easily, eagerly pushing down again, wanting John to pleasure him. “John.” David moaned, arching into John’s touch.

“Patience.” John whispered, crooking his fingers again, making David buck against him bodily. Their erections rubbed together, making John painfully aware of how hard he was.

“That is at least the third time you have said that and – oh – please don’t stop!” David gasped and shuddered.

John slipped a third finger inside and David hissed at the slight burn as John stretched him.

“You ok?” John asked, pausing.

“Yeh.” David replied, relaxing again. He pushed down, signalling to John that he really was ok. John started moving again, conscious of every emotion flickering across David’s face, making a mental note of what he liked and what he didn’t. There wasn’t much he didn’t like. Actually. There wasn’t anything he could see. He twisted his wrist, and David yelped, his whole body moving upwards. John chuckled.

“Sorry, wasn’t expecting that.” David said, breathing a little more steadily as John paused, only moving in little shallow movements.

“You weren’t meant to.” John replied, pressing the previously almost forgotten condom and lube into David’s hand. “Make yourself useful.” He kissed David again, continuing his movements, making concentrating very difficult for David.

Yet still he managed to get the condom on, the right way round, with little difficulty, and without looking at what he was doing. He squeezed the lube onto John’s cock, his hands shaking a little as he covered the large erection with his hand, slicking it. He was nervous, but excited, and knew what was coming.

John stopped him, groaning as David started pumping his cock gently. “If you want me to do this you are gonna have to stop that, or I’m not gonna get that far.” He whispered, kissing the end of David’s nose.

“You ready?” John asked, twisting his wrist again, making David arch.

“Yes.” David gasped. “Question is, you may have the equipment, but do you know how to use it?” He quirked an eyebrow. “Anyone can point and aim, it’s how you drive it.”

“You want me to show you?” John asked.

David nodded, shifting himself underneath John, moving his legs further apart. John pulled his fingers free and David moaned at the loss. John quickly pushed the head of his cock into David, pausing as David clenched slightly, waiting till he relaxed again. When he did he pushed in a bit more, groaning gently as the tight heat of David’s body engulfed him.

“Please tell me you’re clenching.” He gasped as he buried himself in balls deep.

David groaned. “Nope.” He did, to demonstrate the difference. “Now I am.”

He needn’t have said a word as John gasped into the crook of David’s neck. He thrust shallowly, gasping as David continued to clench down on him. “You need to relax David.” He hissed, knowing that he would otherwise end up hurting the younger man.

David did, albeit with difficulty. The light burn had been good, and the ribs on the condom were causing an interesting friction as John moved. He groaned loudly as John pulled almost all the way out before thrusting deep again.

“All the rumours are true, you are vocal.” John muttered, kissing David in an effort to muffle the cries that were emitting from the man below him. He changed the angle of his hips, trying to find that spot again, and then driving against it when David arched into him.

“John, please – oh God.” David was shaking and bucking beneath him. He wasn’t going to last long. John reached between them and started pumping his cock. David cried out against him, biting down onto John’s shoulder as he shuddered into his release, clamping down hard on John, who thrust in one last time, tensing and then collapsing onto David’s chest, not pulling out. David wrapped his arms around John, holding him close, half drifting, half conscious of the fact that he was sticky, and partially wondering where the useful parts of his brain had gone, only to realise they had been turned to mush.

The two stayed there, coming down off their high, returning their breathing to normal and caressing each other gently.

David shifted slightly underneath John’s warm weight. Then it hit him.

“Oh bollucks!” he exclaimed.

John looked up. “What?”

“I’m in that fucking box again, with you, Billie, Freema and Catharine on Monday!” David said exasperatedly.

John grinned cockily. “What’s the problem? Not going to be able to forget how good I was by then?”

“Not only that but the script order says you come out second to last with me at the back. And there are going to be five of us in there. Meaning that I will be stuck between you and a wall. And we all know you will delight in the idea that you can “accidentally” move your arse backwards.”

John’s grin widened as he settled back down on David’s chest. “I will now you gave me the idea.”

David just groaned.

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A muffled knock followed by an attempt on the front door startled the pair, who had yet to untangle themselves from each other on the couch an hour later.

“John?” It was Scott. “Are you ever coming back up or are you spending the night?” he sounded amused. “Or has David proved to be more intimidating than you thought he would be?”

David paled. He was lying there, with John’s cock still up his arse, with Scott on the other side of his front door. Oh balls…

“Bugger off!” John called, pushing up and pulling out. “Where the fuck are my clothes?” he muttered, looking through the earlier cast aside clothing, sorting out what was David’s and what he had arrived with.

David realised he was going to have to move too, otherwise Scott was going to get a view of David, sprawled, naked and half hard when John opened the door.

“Don’t bother. He might ask you to come upstairs.” John said, grinning at the look of shock on David’s face. Truth be told he was serious. David was good fun, and very easy to manipulate. On little movement and he was putty in the hands of whoever was touching him. Maybe he should voice the idea to Scott. Subtly…

David still dressed quickly, running his fingers through his hair, trying to remove the “just shagged” look. It only made matters worse so he stopped. He hung back as John moved toward the door, unsure about what to do now. The life partner of the man he had just had very good sex with was stood at his front door. How was he supposed to react to that? He was conscious of the fact that his living room smelled of sex, and he would bet good money that Scott would notice that John smelled of it too when he opened the door.

Too late to rectify that now. He didn’t even have time to run and hide, never mind locate some air-freshener as John opened the door. Scott came in, a rather unsettling smile on his face. He knew. David could see it in the slight glint in his eye. He looked at John and gestured to David.

“Any good?”

David spluttered. Scott and John both smiled.

“Oh yes.” John said, very unsubtly. “You wanna try?” he quirked an eyebrow as David spluttered some more from his place by the sofa.

Scott laughed. “I think you’d better check that he’s ok with that before he chokes to death.”

John turned to follow Scott’s eye to David, who was looking like his eyes were about to pop out of his head. “Well?”

David’s brain just stopped. It wasn’t that the idea was a bad one, or that he wouldn’t say yes, but it was the fact that Scott was so Ok with the fact that John had just shagged him into his sofa. And that John was offering him to Scott. And that Scott had asked, completely seriously and without malice whether he was “any good”! It was all a bit surreal.

“He’s not had a lot of practice, but he’s a natural.” John said, a slight glint in his eyes.

“Leave him alone John you tease. He has to work with you. And he lives in the same building as both of us, don’t you think it’s a little unfair to put him on the spot?” Scott said, coming further into the room, flicking the door closed behind him. His words conveyed sympathy, his expression and tone said other things. John grinned. David gulped. This could be an interesting evening.

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I have decided that RPS is really really hard to write! You have to get inside actor’s heads instead of the characters!!! John was easier to write because he is everywhere on the TV at the moment and you can gage him quite easily because he has such an open personality… probably helps that I have see him in concert and read his auto-biography twice. David on the other hand is much harder because he isn’t all over the TV and I don’t own an autobiography of his (presumably because he hasn’t as yes written on, if he has why don’t I know about it?) and I wasn’t aware he could sing (can he?), so have never had the pleasure of being in an audience where he is the star. Scott is what ever my brain decided he would be like. So please forgive me if they don’t sound too believable. I tried!!! Feedback is love! Any improvement suggestions are also welcome. Spelling and grammar point outs are very helpful!!!

you guys are going to love me.

2008-06-12T21:50:18Z

Title: Isn’t this on the list of things you shouldn’t do while driving?
Summary: Ianto is glad that the SUV is an automatic.
Rating: it is following on from “something stupid” and “interoffice messaging”…. What do you think the rating is going to be?

links to parts one and two here!!!
Interoffice transcript: http://newra-skylarke.livejournal.com/1548.html
Something Stupid: http://newra-skylarke.livejournal.com/1912.html

This one is unbeta-d so please forgive any mistakes. My beta has lost the use of her computer temporarily, so I can’t send it to her for a while, and I considered it unfair to you to make you wait for her to get it back!!! Sorry it took so long… had exam issues. Damned college.

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Gwen watched the interchange on the CCTV, wondering if it was really a good idea for those two to be going on this trip alone, as from the look on Jack’s face as he followed Ianto, neither of them should be driving, and she had the sneaking suspicion that the SUV was going to reek of sex when they brought it back, hopefully all in one piece. If they brought it back all in one piece.

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Jack stalked after Ianto, who threw another coy look over his shoulder at the rapidly approaching Captain. He reached the SUV and was just about to get in when he Jack got to him, spun him around and slammed his back into the car, kissing him with force and pressing his toned body against him.

“You, Ianto Jones, are a very very bad boy do you know that?” Jack said, pulling back to smirk at the younger man sandwiched between him and the car. He ground his hips into Ianto’s, making the other man groan. “And what do Captains do to bad boys Ianto?” He nibbled on the side of Ianto’s neck, grinding his hips again. Ianto moaned, clutching Jack’s coat, grinding back in what must be a very wanton fashion.

“Make them pay, Sir?”

“Well done Ianto.” Jack smirked, grabbing hold of Ianto’s hands, pinning them deftly above his head. “And how should I make you pay?”

“Any way you deem fit, Sir.” Ianto gasped as Jack’s free hand slipped between them, and bucked his hips as the Captain touched him, still grinding his hips achingly slowly.

“Jack.” He moaned as Jack’s hand moved up to slip beneath his suit jacket to tweak one of his nipples through his shirt.

“Excuse me?” Jack stopped, moving away from Ianto, not touching him except for the hand that still held his wrists.

“Sorry sir, I forgot my self sir.” Ianto was gasping, wanting Jack’s warm, firm body back against him.

Jack moved closer, squeezing Ianto’s cock through his trousers. He smirked. “Much better.” The smirk became a wicked smile as he released Ianto and got into the passenger seat of the SUV. “Come on, get in. We gotta go!” he said enthusiastically before closing the door.

Ianto groaned in frustration. He had really been hoping that Jack was going to fuck him, right there and then against the car in the middle of the car park. Nothing that they hadn’t already done, but it wasn’t exclusively their car park, so they always had the risk of being caught. It added a certain thrill… like shagging in the middle of the Hub… when any one of the team, now only Gwen, but that wasn’t the point, could walk in on them.

He got into the car, finding it suspicious that Jack didn’t want to drive. Jack was a man who liked big, fast, loud toys, and the SUV was very much his favourite. He very rarely let anyone else drive it, unless it was because he was planning something. Never a good sign. Ianto narrowed his eyes a little momentarily as he walked around the car and got in the driver’s seat and did up his seat belt. He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel of the car absent mindedly as he pulled out of the car park, glancing at the road map he was being shown on the monitor next to him. He kept half an eye on Jack as he watched the traffic, and the expression on the silent Captain’s face was worrying.

He tried to concentrate on the driving and not speeding, but the throbbing hard on between his legs was proving to be a large distraction, as every time he moved his leg, for anything, the fabric of his trousers moved over his straining erection, and he was painfully hard. Jack always had this effect on him. Bloody 51st century pheromones. Most of the time he loved them, right now, the smell radiating off Jack was killing him. It was a heavenly smell. It was basically reminding Ianto that Jack was, officially, the sexiest man alive, and the heightened levels of the smell were telling him that Jack was horny, though a glance down and to his left would have told him that too.

Jack’s hand found its way to Ianto's leg, and started very slowly inching it’s way up. He tried to swat the offending Captain off, but Jack simply started fondling Ianto again. Ianto bit the inside of his cheek and kept his eyes on the road, trying not to give Jack the satisfaction of a moan, or so much as an intake of breath at his actions. He felt Jack caressing him through the fabric of his trousers, making it very difficult to keep his breathing steady.

“Jack, isn’t this on the list of things we shouldn’t be doing while driving?” he asked, gulping slightly as Jack began to undo his belt with one hand, the other undoing his seat belt a little more, so that he could turn to face Ianto, who was still trying to drive.

“I’ve got a game for you, Yan.” Jack said. Ianto chanced a small glance; the smug bastard had the biggest smirk on his face. Ianto focused on the road, trying to ignore the fact that Jack’s hand was undoing his fly… very slowly.

“What kind of game would that be, Sir?” He tried to keep his breathing steady as Jack slipped his hand into his trousers. Why hadn’t he worn boxers that morning? WHY?

“How long before Ianto has to pull over, and what can Jack do to make him pull over.” Jack replied, grinning as he freed Ianto’s cock from its fabric prison. “If I can get you to orgasm without pulling over or crashing, then you win. If you have to pull over then I win. Winner gets to have his wicked way with the other tonight after being wined and dined at a nice restaurant somewhere.”

Ianto sucked in a deep breath. Jack had started stroking just a single finger up and down the sensitive vein on the underside of his erection. I’m taking it this isn’t and optional game is it sir.”

Jack chuckled, noting how Ianto was already gripping the steering wheel tightly. I ran his fingers over the sensitive head of Ianto’s cock, smiling as Ianto shifted beneath him. “Alright…. Let the game begin.” Ianto said, pushing his hips up a little, keeping his eyes on the road.

Jack grinned. This was going to be fun. Ianto took a deep breath, so glad that this car was an automatic.

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Four minutes, two orgasms, an amazing blowjob, and seven near death experiences later, and Ianto finally pulled the SUV up the co-ordinates of the blip on the monitor.

“That is impressive.” Jack mused.

“And it looks like I get my way with you tonight.” Ianto smirked. “And given that I came twice without crashing I think I’m going to start now.” He undid his seat belt, climbing onto Jack’s lap, glad that the SUV had tinted windows. The number of Police cars they had seen on the four-minute journey had been scary. Now they were preventing the few passers by from seeing them.

He pulled on the lapels of Jack’s coat, hauling him into a deep, passionate and dominant kiss. He searched the other man’s mouth with his tongue, grinding his hips into the bulge he could feel in Jack’s trousers.

Jack groaned; looked like car sex was a definite option. Until Ianto opened the car door and got out, leaving Jack gasping in his wake as he walked away nonchalantly. Jack growled as he watched Ianto walk down an alley, swinging his hips just a little more than was necessary as he got out a small hand held computer from his pocket and followed the blip.

Jack followed him, walking a little stiffly due to the raging hard on he still had. “How exactly does leaving the car to poke about with alien tech constitute ‘having your wicked way with me’?” he asked, pressing up behind Ianto, wrapping his arms around the younger man’s waist, pulling him back so the two were flush against each other, front to back. He nuzzled Ianto’s neck, distracting his as he leaned back against Jack’s chest. He tilted his head back a little, giving Jack better access to his throat. He felt Jack’s erection pressing against his buttocks, grinding slightly.

Ianto’s intention had been to tease Jack, get whatever the problem was, get back to the Hub, send Gwen home early and spend the night with Jack, doing what ever came to his mind. Looks like sex in the back of the SUV was looking good. He pulled away, knowing he would spend all day letting Jack run kisses up his neck like that.

“The faster we find this thing, the faster you can have me, so help me find it.”
Jack smirked, opening his Vortex Manipulator and pressing a few buttons. He grinned triumphantly, walking away five feet and opening a bin, lifting something large from it. It looked a little like a gun, but a very strange one. Jack was grinning.

“What is it?” Ianto asked.

“My new favourite piece of tech.” Jack said, looking to see if it looked serviceable.

“That doesn’t tell me what it is.”

“It’s a defabricator. Does exactly what it says on the tin.” Jack’s grin widened. “And this one has a reverse too, so you don’t end up losing what you got rid of. Brilliant.”

“Don’t point it at me!” Ianto exclaimed as Jack did just that. Jack laughed.

“No, I will save it for later. I need to tinker a little first, make sure it works properly.” He tucked it under his arm, sauntering over to Ianto, who was still eyeing it nervously. “Now. We’ve found the tech…” he trailed off, getting right into Ianto’s personal space.

“So we have.” Ianto breathed, placing his hands on Jack’s hips, pulling them flush against his own. “So how about we stick it in the boot and you undress me on the back seat of the car the old fashioned way.”

Jack grinned. “Sounds good.”

Ianto smirked, giving a Jack a ‘come hither’ look. The one he threw across the office when he knew Jack was watching, knowing it drove the other man wild, especially when he knew he couldn’t have him. But he could now.

The two couldn’t get to the car fast enough. They got into the front seat, so as not to attract public attention, and then climbed into the back, shedding coats and jackets as they did so. Jack found himself on his back, not something he was used to, but nothing he was going to complain about, given the gorgeous Welshman who was getting to work on removing his braces. He set his own hands to work, undoing the other man’s waistcoat and shirt, loosing the tie and using it to pull Ianto into a heated kiss. He could feel Ianto undoing his shirt, his hands not stopping until he had pushed the parted fabric off Jack’s shoulder, shedding his own layers so that their skin was touching.

Jack pushed his hips up to Ianto’s, rubbing their cocks together through the fabric of their trousers. He let his hands run down Ianto’s body, skimming over the muscles on his chest and stomach to his groin, undoing his trousers for the second time in the last twenty minutes, pushing the fabric down over Ianto’s hips, giving him better access to the straining cock which jerked as he caressed it lightly, before cupping Ianto’s balls in his other hand, rolling them in his fingers.

Ianto groaned into Jack’s mouth, pushing his hips further into Jack’s hand slipping his own hand into Jack’s trousers. Jack gasped, unsure when the other man had managed to undo them. Ianto mimicked Jack’s movements, rolling Jack’s balls between his fingers, holding himself up with his other hand.

“I need you Ianto.” Jack gasped. “Please.”

Ianto looked almost shocked at the submissive almost beg coming from his lover. He arched an eyebrow, slipping his hand into Jack’s trouser pocket, pulling out a small tube of lube. Travel size. He was sure Jack had a huge stash of them in the Hub, as the man never seemed to be without lube. It appeared in the weirdest places, from the pockets on Jack’s person, to the ash tray of the SUV, the glove compartment, the med-kit, Ianto’s pockets (one of these days he was going to work out how it got there) and under the back seat.

Jack got him to lift up, before shimmying out of his trousers, toeing off his shoes and socks. He helped Ianto do the same, hissing as hot flesh met his own. Ianto went to pass the lube to him, but Jack shook his head, “I want you inside me this time Yan.” He whispered huskily, spreading his legs beneath Ianto, who knelt on the seat between them.

“You sure?” Jack nodded, and groaned as he felt slick fingers pressing against his entrance, teasing the flesh there.

“Please don’t tease Yan.” He tried to push down onto Ianto’s fingers, but the Welshman was having none of it.

“Nuh uh, you aren’t in control. I am.” Ianto continued to tease Jack’s entrance, slipping just the tip of a finger inside occasionally before removing it and continuing to tease. Within half a minute Jack was a wanton mess, keening under Ianto’s touch. His back arched as Ianto slipped not one but two fingers inside him, pressing straight against his prostate and making him want to scream. The fingers were removed, only to be replaced immediately with three, stretching Jack with a soft and welcome burn.

Ianto stilled for a moment, leaning down to kiss Jack languidly before twisting his wrist, causing Jack to cry out against his mouth and clutch at his shoulders. “Ianto!”

“What is it, Sir? What do you want?” Ianto purred seductively, repeating the movement, making Jack buck underneath him.

“Please Ianto. I need you inside me. Please!” Jack keened, shuddering as Ianto began to slowly fuck him with his fingers. He reached for his cock, needing to touch himself, only for Ianto to slap his hands away, somehow bringing his tie out from no where and lashing Jack’s hands together with one hand, never breaking the torturously slow pace of his fingers in Jack’s arse. He tied the other end of the tie to the armrest on the side of the seat.

“I said I was in control Jack. I was going to be so nice to you. I was going to take you right then, hard and fast, until you couldn’t even remember your name. But you were a bad boy Jack, and now… Now I’m going to tease you until you are right on the edge, begging me for mercy. I am going to make you beg for my cock Jack. Beg.” Ianto’s voice was soft, but commanding, and Jack’s eyes darkened. He liked this side of Ianto, where he took control. It was raw and passionate, and my god the sex was amazing when Ianto was in this mood. And if he planned to stay in this mood then Jack was in for a treat.

Ianto twisted his wrist again, making Jack moan. He could come, just from the movements of the Welshman’s expert touch. But that was the problem; Ianto knew Jack’s body so intimately that he could keep Jack on the edge of orgasm for hours at a time if he wanted to. That was an interesting thought. Might have to see if he could get Ianto to see how long he could keep Jack going later. Time it even.

This train of thought was changed as Ianto added a forth finger, pushing deeper into Jack’s entrance. Jack shuddered as Ianto breathed onto the tip of his glistening cock, making him twitch. The action, coupled with the feel of Ianto’s movement’s inside him were enough to reduce him to a quivering mess.

“Please.” He begged. “Yan please. I need you.” His breath hitched. “Ianto, Ineedtofeelyouinsidemenow!” the last part was a jumble of gasps and cries as Ianto gripped the base of his cock, stroking gently as he dipped his tongue into the sensitive slit, lapping up the pre-cum that was leaking from his aching member, all the while stroking Jack’s prostate and sliding in and out of him. “Please Ianto.” He mewled, the triple assault on his body making him quake underneath Ianto.

Ianto continued his ministrations, gripping Jack’s cock to stop him coming when he felt the tell tale tightening of the Jack’s whole body signalling that he was about to come.

“Please Ianto.” This was so soft, so desperate and pleading that Ianto looked up.

Jack was flushed, his eyes shut in ecstasy as Ianto pleasured him, his breathing shallow and irregular as Ianto continued to slip his fingers in and out. Ianto grinned. In one swift movement he removed his fingers from Jack, slicked his own cock and buried himself balls deep in Jack’s body, making the other man arch off the seat as far as his restraints would allow. Both of them groaned softly, conscious of the fact that while no one could see into the car, they could be heard.

Ianto began to move, thrusting slowly, drawing out the movement. Both of them shuddered with the effort. Ianto reached up, undoing the tie, wanting to feel Jack’s hands on his body. They clutched at each other, revelling in the feel of the other’s bodies.

Ianto could barely control himself as Jack clenched around him, making the passage around his cock tighter. It was all he could do not to thrust into Jack with reckless abandon, and pound him into the back seat of the car. He hadn’t topped Jack in a while, and had almost forgotten what it felt like to be surrounded by the tight heat that was Jack.

He sped up his pace a little, changing the angle of his hips so that he was hitting Jack’s sweet spot with every thrust. He gasped as he felt Jack’s finger pushing against his own entrance, wondering momentarily how that was physically possible for Jack to be able to reach. Thought became an impossible thing as Jack’s finger slipped part way inside, teasing the young Welshman’s hole gently, making him want to push back onto it. He began to thrust a little more erratically into Jack, needing him and wanting him to keep doing that truly wonderful thing with his finger. Jack had crooked his finger just a little, and the friction it was creating inside him was amazing and was making him want to scream his release into his lover. He held off, knowing Jack wasn’t quite ready.

“Jack. Touch yourself. Let me watch you pump that gorgeous cock of yours.” He growled as Jack complied, jerking himself off time to Ianto’s thrusts, arching up a little so he could kiss Ianto, muffling both their cries of ecstasy as they spilled over the edge. Ianto thrust hard into Jack, shuddering before collapsing onto Jack’s chest, pushing him back down.

They breathed heavily for a moment, caressing each other softly as they came down from their heady rush of pleasure. Jack relaxed as he felt Ianto go soft inside him, holding the younger man close.

“I love it when you do that you know.”

“What?” Ianto asked, looking up at him with his deep blue eyes.

“Take over like that. It’s really sexy. You don’t do it very often and I really like it when you do.” Jack ran his hand down Ianto’s back.

“Really.” Ianto sounded intrigued. He grinned at Jack. “Maybe you’re in for a treat tonight then Jack.”

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The next morning, Gwen walked into the Hub, dreading the state she was going to find it in. The two had come back from the pick up looking very ruffled and the object they had gone for was no where to be seen, and then they had sent her home early. God knows what had happened between then and now.

When she walked into the Hub however, it was spotless, and there was a hot coffee sat on her desk. It was vaguely suspicious, mainly because neither Jack nor Ianto was visible.

She soon found out what they were up to as a high pitched noise came from behind her and she found her clothes disappearing, presumably due to the blue beam of light being aimed at her from above. She screamed, running around to the other side of her desk so she could better hide from the two men who were laughing hard from the balcony.

“Well, at least we know the defabricator works.” Ianto sniggered.

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Comments are love!!! ^-^

i found another one.. where do i leave these things!

2008-06-01T11:08:33Z

Title: Something Stupid
Summary: Sequel to Interoffice transcript. Jack and Ianto are still trying to get out of working…. Well… Jack is, and then he cocks up.
Beta-d by: Boxers of a God - my very good friend… she also help write this one!!! AN:: Just shows you what a John Barrowman concert does to fan girls…that man is way too hot for his own good… and much to our delight wore very butt defining (for want of a better word (bear with us… it’s early in the morning! And we haven’t been up that long!)) trousers. And kept shaking the aforementioned well defined arse. And bending over… *both drool* And for all of 13 seconds… wore the Jack coat… and posed… despite claiming we (the audience at the Bristol Colston Hall) were weird. anyway! Despite all this swoon worthy (my god did we swoon a heck of a lot!) hotness of John, we still managed to write this for you!!

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The next day, after finding Gwen peering over the edge of the hole in jack’s office floor when they looked up that morning, Ianto had retreated into the depths of the archives, unable to look at her with a straight face. She had, begrudgingly, restored the instant messenger system, but only because Jack basically promised to shag Ianto over her desk again if she didn’t. She had commented on the fact that Ianto was wearing Jack’s shirt, and he had gone bright red…and promptly ran away. He was now in the tourist information centre, finally having chosen two candidates for the medic from his pile of applicants and was now looking for a third. His computer beeped at him.

Jack: Hi
Ianto: Hi…
Jack: Are you ever coming back down?
Ianto: Is Gwen still here?
Jack: Yes…
Ianto: Then no…
Jack: Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww! Why not?
Ianto: Because I can’t look at her with a straight, normal coloured face!
Jack: But you look so cute when you blush.
Ianto: Bugger off.
Jack: I’d rather bugger you.
Ianto: …
Jack: Whatchya doin’?
Ianto: …working.
Jack: All work and no play makes Ianto a very dull boy.
Ianto: All play and no work makes Jack’s staff very annoyed.
Jack: HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY!!! I resent that! I am working!
Ianto: On what?
Jack: Getting you out of work… it’s really hard!!!
Ianto:…
Jack: See!
Ianto:…
Jack: Come on Ianto! Come play with me!
Ianto:…Sorry… busy
Jack: Doing what?
Ianto: Something which seems beyond you…
Jack: Like what?
Ianto: Paperwork I should have been doing YESTERDAY!!!
Jack:…
Ianto: You know, the “work” concept… where you actually pick some applicants for interview.
Jack: I’ve got them!
Ianto: Have you read them, or even looked at them?
Jack: Nope. I used my instincts…
Ianto…. Which consisted of what?
Jack: Eeny-meeny-miny-mo!
Ianto: o.O
Jack: ok I’ll look at them. But only for you!
Ianto:…
Jack: ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!
Ianto: What?
Jack: he’s FAT, and the next one looked like Janet bumped into him! And she is just…. Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
Ianto: you are supposed to be doing this based on medical skill…
Jack: I am… ones I would be willing to allow to give me the kiss of life!

[Ianto has left the conversation]

Jack: Ianto?

[Ianto has blocked Jack. You cannot send this person any more instant messages]

Gwen: You idiot.
Jack: What did I do?
Gwen: you ever heard of “foot in mouth syndrome” Jack?
Jack: No… What is it?
Gwen: What you just did.
Jack: yes but how?
Gwen: If you don’t know I’m not going to tell you. You can be really insensitive sometimes do you know that?
Jack: that is the most irritating line ever created. It solves nothing. And I don’t mean to be insensitive. What did I do Gwen? Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease help me. I don’t like it when Ianto gets upset with me…
Gwen: use your brain. Figure it out. I suggest you do so quickly… Before Ianto spits in your coffee or forget to bring you a coffee at all or something.

[Gwen has left the conversation]

Jack puzzled over this, reading back over the conversation several times. There was nothing in there that could possibly have caused that much offence… Was there? He sulked for a bit, staring at his computer. He tried texting and ringing Ianto, but he was refusing to answer. He tried to use the coms too, but he got nothing…

He got up and went out of his office. He walked over to Gwen’s desk. “What the hell did I do Gwen?”

She turned to him. “You really are stupid aren’t you.” It wasn’t a question. “You mean everything to him Jack. Yet you never fail to make him feel like he’s just there for you when your whim takes you. You flirt with anything that moves, often in front of him, and you expect him not to get upset with you?”

Jack’s mouth was opening and closing as he struggled to formulate a response, giving him a slightly fish like expression.

Gwen continued. “You make him feel like nothing Jack. He loves you, but he knows he is nothing to you.”

“He is not nothing to me!” Jack yelled, his expression turning sour. “He means more to me than anything!”

“Then why don’t you ever tell him?” she yelled back, standing up and giving him a shove back. “Why don’t you ever tell him what he is to you?”

“Because I know that one day I’m going to lose him, and that I’m going to spend the rest of eternity without him, and because I know there will never be anyone who could ever compare to him! I know that there is no one who could make me feel the way he does.” He turned away, dropping his head and pinching the bridge of his nose.

“But what about now Jack? What about the time you have left?” she was still angry that he couldn’t see her point, that he was stoically refusing to realise that he still had time left with Ianto, but only if he took it. “You have years ahead of you. He’s only twenty-six.”

“Owen was only twenty-seven when he died, Tosh was only twenty-nine!” He yelled, whirling round again. She slapped him, hard.

“Well then, grab him while you can and make what ever time you have with him worth fucking remembering!” She screamed at him, pointing at the door. “Go and tell him how much he means to you! Don’t be such a self-preserving prick and go and tell him! You will lose him a damn sight sooner if you keep letting him feel like he doesn’t mean anything!”

Jack froze. “I can’t.” his voice dropped, barely audible, little more than a whisper.

“Why the fuck not?” she snapped, finding it unbelievable that Jack could be this idiotic.

“Because everything I ever loved I lost. I don’t know how.” He said simply.

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Ianto slammed down the last applicant’s file. She was shit. And he still needed another applicant from his pile. He went through some of the earlier ones again, but still drew a blank. He sighed, giving it up as a lost cause.

He leaned back, flicking up the CCTV, just in time to see Gwen slap Jack on one of many little windows. He clicked on it, bringing it up larger and getting the audio for it. Gwen was yelling at Jack.

“Go and tell him how much he means to you! Don’t be such a self-preserving prick and go and tell him! You will lose him a damn sight sooner if you keep letting him feel like he doesn’t mean anything!”

Jack had frozen, his voice almost not caught by the microphone. “I can’t.”

“Why the fuck not?” she snapped, gesturing wildly.

“Because everything I ever loved I lost. I don’t know how.” He said, his voice still low.

Ianto waited with baited breath, half stunned. What the hell?

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“I don’t know what to say to him. I don’t know how to say it. The flirting thing is more of a security thing. I don’t even realise I’m doing it half the time. It’s ingrained in my subconscious. If I don’t get too close, I can’t get hurt by it. I’ve lost so many people, for so many different reasons, mostly my fault. I can’t take losing some one I love like that again.” Jack sat down, slumped, a defeated stance.

“But you need to get past that.” Gwen’s anger had dissipated. She crouched down in front of him. “I doubt very much that Ianto will care what you say or how you say it, so long as you mean it and he feels like he means something to you. That you love him.”

“I do love him. More than anything.” Jack said quietly.

“Then go and tell him.”

A voice sounded through the coms in Jack’s ear making him jump. “I love you too Jack.” It was unmistakably Welsh.

Gwen looked at his shocked expression a little puzzled. “What?”

“He’s watching on the CCTV.” He was looking at one of the cameras, which would give a very clear picture of him and Gwen. He smiled. “See you in a bit. I’m going to go and see him.” He mouthed it, angling his head so Ianto wouldn’t see, before getting up and walking back towards his office, out of the view of the camera. It would look to Ianto like he was going there, but he kept out of the view of the main cameras and ducked out through the cog door. He took the emergency stairs, so if Ianto looked, he wouldn’t find him in the lift up to the reception.
When he walked through the side wall, Ianto looked up from his computer, where he had been scanning the other CCTV screens trying to work out where jack had been going. His eyes were a little wide. He stood, walking over and slipping into Jack’s arms, who hugged him, holding him as close as was physically possible.

“I’m sorry I upset you. I never wanted you to feel that way.” Jack whispered into the side of Ianto’s neck. “I love you so much. I should have been telling you from day one.”

Ianto’s grip on Jack’s middle tightened.

“Can we go and do some fun work now?” Jack asked.

“Depends on what that means. I’m never sure what your definition of fun is. It sort of varies between sex and running away from hordes of angry aliens.”

“We can do the first one later. I want to go check out what that nice little blip is flashing on the computer screen.” He pointed, and on turning, Ianto spotted what he was looking at.

“If you insist.”

“Yes I do.” Jack pulled Ianto into a heated kiss, right at the same moment as three little old ladies walked into the information centre. They broke apart sharply, and Jack put on a serious face. I’ll go and see if I can unearth those leaflets from out back. I definitely signed for them.” He darted out of the room, only to almost wet himself with silent laughter once he was out of sight.

Ianto put on a calm, professional smile and turned to the three women, envying Jack and his escape. “How can I help you ladies?”

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“Are they gone?” Jack peered out.

“Yes. Are we going out?”

“Yup. I called Gwen. She’s going to direct us. From CCTV we could be out a while.”

Ianto stepped forward. “Then there’s something I want before we go.”

Jack raised his eyebrows. “and what might that be?”

Ianto quirked his own eyebrows. He stepped right up close to Jack, ghosting his lips along the other man’s gently. He gave Jack’s crutch a gentle squeeze, making him gasp, before pulling away, grabbing the keys for the SUV and walking out of the front door, throwing a coy look at a stunned Jack on the way out.

“No fucking way.” Jack ran out after the retreating Ianto, determined that he was going to get his own back, even if it meant some dangerous sex while driving.

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if anyone wants to see that then they will have to give me some sort of feedback, and request it, because otherwise im not writing it!

newra_skylarke

just a little something.

sorry it took me so long

newra_skylarke @ 2009-03-17T10:44:00

newra_skylarke @ 2009-03-02T10:44:00

newra_skylarke @ 2008-09-17T18:56:00

just crack!fic.... really... maybe a little fluffy near the end.

Just some fluff

newra_skylarke @ 2008-09-14T10:51:00

newra_skylarke @ 2008-09-13T18:29:00

might not be up to my usual

newra_skylarke @ 2008-08-24T22:43:00

newra_skylarke @ 2008-08-24T22:37:00

newra_skylarke @ 2008-08-24T22:29:00

this is not pretty so be very careful with it. you have been warned.

wrote this in a poetry workshop about three years ago. its the only piece of literature i can honestly say i'm proud of, so be nice to it! i still love it even now. please note i'm not a self harmer, and never have been, though lots of my friends have been. a thousand questions

spoilers for DWS4 and series 2 & possibly 3 depending if i'm on the right wavelength for TW

more RPS, dont read if you dont like

SERIES 4 SPOILERS LOTS OF!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

Damned ship…

little drabble number two

little drabble

more RPS, dont read if you dont like

beware. its not pretty

nothing like my usual

Right. dont read this if you dont like RPS.... cause this is what it is

you guys are going to love me.

i found another one.. where do i leave these things!

wrote this in a poetry workshop about three years ago. its the only piece of literature i can honestly say i'm proud of, so be nice to it! i still love it even now. please note i'm not a self harmer, and never have been, though lots of my friends have been.

a thousand questions