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Short: "Wired"
Title: Wired
Characters/Pairing: Ianto/Lisa, Jack
Rating: R
Length: 677
Summary: Lisa is Ianto's girlfriend, encased in metal or not.
Notes: set pre-series
Harkness crossed the main floor of the Hub. His soles squeaked on the metal walkway. "Well-"
Ianto glanced at Harkness' boots, froze in mid-movement. Suzie cleared her throat, and he looked up at her. He swallowed, tried to say something, but she stared him down, so he kept his mouth shut and continued to sort the papers into folders.
"That time of the year, is it?" Owen leaned back in his chair, hands behind his head. The chair creaked with every shift of his weight, springs cranky.
"Snowdon is calling," Harkness replied.
"Yeah, it's screaming 'get away from me, Harkness, oh no, not you again'." Owen rolled his eyes and turned back to his workstation with a long screech of metal on metal.
Ianto's cock hardened.
He would watch her at night when she was asleep, balls and cock pressed to cold metal, just warming it with his own heat. He'd walk in, and she'd already have her eyes closed, painkillers dripping into her and shutting down her system.
He missed her.
Harkness took the steps to the main area at an easy jog. He stood, surveyed them, and Ianto watched from the corner of his eyes when he came closer, stood right beside him. Suzie glanced over, then turned back to her computer screen.
"Do you enjoy the work here then?" Harkness asked. He fingered one of the folders, looked at it, then dropped it back on the desk. "Fancy a trip up Snowdon?"
"Snowdon?"
Owen got up, metal springs screamed with the bounce, and Ianto pressed his crotch against the edge of the table, hidden from view by the sheets of paper in his hand. Arousal caught in his stomach, muscles in his thighs tense, and the edge of the desk didn't yield.
Harkness raised an eyebrow at him.
She'd shift, a screech of metal and metal, and all it meant was that she was still alive and still there. Hand between her legs, he'd push his cock against one of the metal plates, then she'd open her eyes and gasp. His fingers would slip into her. She didn't get wet anymore, not for him or anything, so it'd be his precome that would ease the way for a moment of heat, but even inside wires would grip him, and reality brought the fantasy crashing down. He'd jerk off against the metal and stain it with come while she was watching.
"Bit of excitement, hunting dead alien sheep, that kind of thing," Harkness went on.
Owen dropped onto his chair again. Metal screeched. Ianto pushed his crotch against the edge of the desk. His hips jerked once, twice before he stopped, face heating. The coffee in the cup rippled with the movement.
Harkness looked pointedly from the cup to Ianto's hips. "Not that exciting," he said after a pause, light tone. "Boys." He laughed, then leaned close. "You can still come. There'll be guns and ropes and all other kinds of entertaining things." He drew his hand down Ianto's back, then clapped him on the shoulder. "And me, of course. What do you say?" Jack brushed his thumb along the back of Ianto's neck.
Ianto nodded, his trousers tight.
"Finish up and be ready in thirty, then, Ianto," Harkness called as he pushed away and crossed the Hub again.
Ianto stared after Harkness. Suzie caught him, laughed and shook her head.
"I'll just carry this down to the archives," he told no-one in particular and held up the folders. They didn't even look up.
He took the stairs down to the lower levels of the Hub, walked past the archives.
She'd be asleep, but she usually was, at least at first. She'd say, 'thank you for making me feel alive', and he'd feel the part of the rapist anyway and flee. He always came back when she was asleep again and cleaned her, whispered he'd never do it again. But then he would, because she was the only thing he still had. He told himself that she never said 'no' and that that was enough.
Characters/Pairing: Ianto/Lisa, Jack
Rating: R
Length: 677
Summary: Lisa is Ianto's girlfriend, encased in metal or not.
Notes: set pre-series
Harkness crossed the main floor of the Hub. His soles squeaked on the metal walkway. "Well-"
Ianto glanced at Harkness' boots, froze in mid-movement. Suzie cleared her throat, and he looked up at her. He swallowed, tried to say something, but she stared him down, so he kept his mouth shut and continued to sort the papers into folders.
"That time of the year, is it?" Owen leaned back in his chair, hands behind his head. The chair creaked with every shift of his weight, springs cranky.
"Snowdon is calling," Harkness replied.
"Yeah, it's screaming 'get away from me, Harkness, oh no, not you again'." Owen rolled his eyes and turned back to his workstation with a long screech of metal on metal.
Ianto's cock hardened.
He would watch her at night when she was asleep, balls and cock pressed to cold metal, just warming it with his own heat. He'd walk in, and she'd already have her eyes closed, painkillers dripping into her and shutting down her system.
He missed her.
Harkness took the steps to the main area at an easy jog. He stood, surveyed them, and Ianto watched from the corner of his eyes when he came closer, stood right beside him. Suzie glanced over, then turned back to her computer screen.
"Do you enjoy the work here then?" Harkness asked. He fingered one of the folders, looked at it, then dropped it back on the desk. "Fancy a trip up Snowdon?"
"Snowdon?"
Owen got up, metal springs screamed with the bounce, and Ianto pressed his crotch against the edge of the table, hidden from view by the sheets of paper in his hand. Arousal caught in his stomach, muscles in his thighs tense, and the edge of the desk didn't yield.
Harkness raised an eyebrow at him.
She'd shift, a screech of metal and metal, and all it meant was that she was still alive and still there. Hand between her legs, he'd push his cock against one of the metal plates, then she'd open her eyes and gasp. His fingers would slip into her. She didn't get wet anymore, not for him or anything, so it'd be his precome that would ease the way for a moment of heat, but even inside wires would grip him, and reality brought the fantasy crashing down. He'd jerk off against the metal and stain it with come while she was watching.
"Bit of excitement, hunting dead alien sheep, that kind of thing," Harkness went on.
Owen dropped onto his chair again. Metal screeched. Ianto pushed his crotch against the edge of the desk. His hips jerked once, twice before he stopped, face heating. The coffee in the cup rippled with the movement.
Harkness looked pointedly from the cup to Ianto's hips. "Not that exciting," he said after a pause, light tone. "Boys." He laughed, then leaned close. "You can still come. There'll be guns and ropes and all other kinds of entertaining things." He drew his hand down Ianto's back, then clapped him on the shoulder. "And me, of course. What do you say?" Jack brushed his thumb along the back of Ianto's neck.
Ianto nodded, his trousers tight.
"Finish up and be ready in thirty, then, Ianto," Harkness called as he pushed away and crossed the Hub again.
Ianto stared after Harkness. Suzie caught him, laughed and shook her head.
"I'll just carry this down to the archives," he told no-one in particular and held up the folders. They didn't even look up.
He took the stairs down to the lower levels of the Hub, walked past the archives.
She'd be asleep, but she usually was, at least at first. She'd say, 'thank you for making me feel alive', and he'd feel the part of the rapist anyway and flee. He always came back when she was asleep again and cleaned her, whispered he'd never do it again. But then he would, because she was the only thing he still had. He told himself that she never said 'no' and that that was enough.
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Specifically to this, I'm glad it makes sense to someone else, because it made sense to me as I wrote it. And I'd take creative any day.
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Yeah, I use cruentum for all the personal LJ stuff (feel free to friend if you want to) and for, ah TWH, recently, and cyus for the fanfiction. I used to post HP fanfic with cruentum when I was in that fandom years ago, but no, now everything is on cyus except for the frottage porn stuff which for reasons that are a little foggy to me, too, I decided to post with my regular account (but I might repost at least the Tosh/Ianto properly to this one after some edits or some such).
But yeah, if you are there for the fic, so to speak, you'll find everything that is something here. I got this sticky index post at the top, everything's in there. There is talk of agonizing over writing at my regular Lj and occasional quickie fiction things that I save to my 'hey this is a cool idea, might have to edit that someday and turn it into something' folder, but otherwise it's personal blather and the fiction happens here.
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I- hmm, I do write original fiction occasionally but not in any kind of coordinated effort, whenever an idea pops up I write it out. There is a lost attempt at a type of m/m murder mystery set in Cardiff that I was 2 and a half chapters into that I might pick up again because it was somewhat fun to write, but really, it's only since I started writing TW that I am honestly really making somewhat of an effort at this writing gig and trying to make it good and make it mine, in a way. Torchwood has been good for me as a fandom, in terms of the canon being rather nicely suitable to push my writing into cool areas. Before that I wrote two or three things in HP, a bunch of things in 2002 or so in X-Files and some five or six original fiction projects, mostly short stories, so actually Torchwood has seen my greatest concentrated fiction output, I believe, so, really, not that experienced.
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Fan fic: I keep thinking I haven't written very much, but I just counted it up and I've done 10 TW fics, more than I thought - a couple are really short, and it's mostly in the fluffy/funny/smutty mode (basically the opposite of your stuff, LOL) and I'm not sure any of it's any good (although I do have a beta and I hope she'd tell me if anything was utter crap which should be kept to myself). I'm working on my first thing in a different fandom and it's actual slash (eep!), which feels kind of like parachuting out of an airplane.
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I'm always saying that I can't do smut but I am actually editing something that will be in the NC-17, so it does work somehow. I read your ikea fic. Read it to my girlfriend, too. She wants to check out the ikea in Cardiff when we are in the area in July, now.
What fandom are you delving into now?
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Other fandom is, well, not really a full-fledged fandom: 24, believe it or not. The first episode brought on slashy thoughts.
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Yup - there is an ikea right there, actually across the railway lines behind the Bed&Breakfast we'll be staying at, which frankly caused some chuckles over here in connection with the fic.
24. I only watched the beginning of that way back then, but interesting to have slashy thoughts on that.
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I read so many complaints about bad TW fic that I'm paranoid.
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We are going to Cardiff in July - July 4th to 10th, or something like that, if I remember that correctly, yeah. Well - Cardiff and Wales really since I definitely wanna go up Snowdon and hang out in the Brecon Beacons and Merthyr Mawr etc, so maybe a day or two in Cardiff and the rest in the countryside. My friends insist I need to take Torchwoody/Who photos, as does my girlfriend, but I am still resisting that one, we'll see how it turns out.
There is quite a bit of bad TW fic, but really, nothing to overly worry about. You know it when you see it, really.