fic: Tarnished
Tarnished
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,343
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: John/Gwen/(Jack)
Disclaimer: I have nothing to do with the series, blah blah.
Summary: In the end, John always wins.
Spoilers: Takes place directly after 2x01 ‘Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang’
Author's Note: This is for kijikun, for the Gwen ficathon. I hope you like it, dear!
“You know, you really ought to up the security of this place.”
Gwen had just made it to her desk when she heard the voice behind her, and froze for a moment before whirling around, gun drawn. “What’re you doing here, John?”
He was leaning casually against the side of Owen’s desk, hands at his sides. He didn’t make a move when she pulled the gun on him, but rather just looked her over with a bored expression. “Oh, put that way. You’re not actually going to shoot me.”
Gwen cocked the gun, slowly walking closer to him, keeping it trained unwaveringly on his chest. “Tell me why I shouldn’t.”
John shrugged, pushing off the desk with his hands and standing. “Well, for one thing, I’m not armed. Would you shoot an unarmed man?” he smirked, making a show of opening his jacket, showing her the empty holsters at his hips. He bent down a bit, pulling up the legs of his trousers to show her the empty holsters at his ankles as well. “I just came to see you, love.”
Faltering ever so slightly, Gwen kept the gun trained on him. He really didn’t appear to have any weapons. Unless... “Put on more of that lip gloss, have you?” she asked, “come back to try and kill me?”
John rolled his eyes. “You’re so paranoid,” he remarked, “If I came back to kill you, you’d be dead already.” He tilted his head slightly to the side, giving her an appraising look as his tongue darted out between his lips, licking them slowly as though she were prey about to be devoured. “Wouldn’t lick my lips if they had poison on them, would I?”
Gwen frowned. What was he playing at, then? She didn’t like that she couldn’t figure out his game. Her breath sped up ever so slightly as she’d watched him lick his lips, and she blinked hard, trying not to think about what that meant.
John took a few slow steps towards her, eyes locked on hers. “Like I said, I came back to see you. I seem to remember us sharing a kiss earlier tonight, and I thought I’d pick up where we left off.”
“We left off with you trying to kill me,” Gwen snarled, wondering why she couldn’t seem to look away as he stalked toward her.
He was only a few steps away from her now. “And you tried to pull me into the rift to kill me. The way I see it, we’re even.” He glanced down at the gun still being aimed at him, before closing the distance between them. He walked right up to her, to the barrel of the gun, so close that he could feel the cold metal of it through his shirt. John reached out, brushing his fingertips against her arm before grabbing her wrist hard. “You’re shaking,” he noted.
Gwen swallowed, wondering just why in the hell she’d let him get this close. What was she thinking? “I’ll pull the trigger,” she warned, though she didn’t even sound certain to her own ears. God, even after all this, he was still making her weak. He hadn’t been lying, earlier, when he’d said she was attracted to him.
“Shaking like a leaf,” he observed aloud, continuing on like Gwen hadn’t spoken at all. “But it’s not from fear, is it? No, you’re shaking from pure adrenaline.” He brought his other hand up quickly, grabbing the barrel of the gun and twisting it, forcing her to let go. “I know what it’s like. You think you’re doing to die, and then you don’t...but you’ve still got all that energy bubbling just under the surface.” He tossed the gun away.
Gwen shook him off, backing up. She was surprised at how quickly he’d let go of her wrist. She thought he’d fight her more on it. “So you think I’m going to let you fuck me, is that it?” she let out a bitter bark of a laugh, feeling relieved that she’d finally caught on to his game. “Guess again, mate. You have no idea-“
“Who else are you going to go to?” John cut her off, “Jack? Dear old Rhys? Are you going to tell them that the only thing you want to do after a fight is get fucked good and hard?” Without her even realizing it, he’d taken a step closer again, and his breath ghosted against her neck, causing an involuntary shiver. “Nah. They expect you to be the nice one. The good girl.”
Gwen stiffened at his words, breath heaving in her chest. The heat from his skin, his breath on her neck, it was too much. She grabbed the back of his head roughly, fingers closing around his short hair, giving it a hard tug as her lips crashed against his.
John laughed into the kiss, roughly grabbing her hips and jerking them towards him. Now that was more like it.
They continued to stand in the middle of the hub, frantically kissing for a handful of minutes. John had just gotten her top off and had his mouth against her neck, sucking a bruise to the surface when they heard the cog door open, and froze.
Gwen’s eyes flew open, wondering when she’d even shut them in the first place and John lifted his head away from her neck, looking back in the direction of the door. When they heard Jack’s footsteps, John’s smile only widened. This couldn’t have worked out better if he’d planned it.
“Jack!” he greeted the other man, his hand still on Gwen’s hip, fingers skimming lightly under the fabric of her trousers, rubbing her skin. “Did you come to join us?”
Jack came to a stop, eyes falling on the scene in front of him, and he didn’t look quite as surprised as Gwen thought he would be. Disappointed, but not surprised. His eyes flickered over Gwen, who crossed her arms, suddenly feeling self conscious in her bra, before they fell solidly on John. “I told you to leave.” His voice was deadly soft.
“I did,” John replied, unable to keep the smugness out of his voice, “And then I came back. I decided I wasn’t quite done here.”
When Jack pulled his gun, aiming it on John, the other man laughed aloud. “Again, with the guns. What is it with you people and weapons?” He make a ‘tsk’ sound, shaking his head, “So violent, the lot of you.”
“Leave,” Jack repeated, advancing on him. “I already gave you one opportunity, and I’m not really feeling too generous tonight.”
“Join us,” John replied, voice seductive, “One night. Then you’ll never see me again. Promise.”
Jack scoffed at that, shaking his head, “Because your promises have been so good up until now?”
John felt Gwen move behind him, and saw her out of the corner of his eye bend down to retrieve her shirt. Well, fine, if that’s how they were going to play it. He shrugged, “Alright. I’ll go. Wouldn’t want to cause any problems between you.”
Jack lowered his gun and John made to walk away, pausing when he was at Jack’s shoulder. He leaned in to kiss the other man and Jack stiffened, turning his head away. “John...” there was a warning in his voice.
Jack didn’t even want John to touch him, and the other man bit back a small pang of hurt at that before baring his teeth in a smile again, “It’s just as well you walked in when you did. I’m not the one Gwen wants fuck anyway.” He paused, letting that sink in for a moment, before adding, “Oh, but she still would have, and now you can’t even look at her, can you?”
With that, he turned and walked out of the hub. The evening hadn’t gone to plan, but he’d still won. He didn’t get Jack, but he’d tarnished Gwen so irrevocably in his eyes that Jack wouldn’t want her either.
So, he’d won. In the end, John always won.
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,343
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: John/Gwen/(Jack)
Disclaimer: I have nothing to do with the series, blah blah.
Summary: In the end, John always wins.
Spoilers: Takes place directly after 2x01 ‘Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang’
Author's Note: This is for kijikun, for the Gwen ficathon. I hope you like it, dear!
“You know, you really ought to up the security of this place.”
Gwen had just made it to her desk when she heard the voice behind her, and froze for a moment before whirling around, gun drawn. “What’re you doing here, John?”
He was leaning casually against the side of Owen’s desk, hands at his sides. He didn’t make a move when she pulled the gun on him, but rather just looked her over with a bored expression. “Oh, put that way. You’re not actually going to shoot me.”
Gwen cocked the gun, slowly walking closer to him, keeping it trained unwaveringly on his chest. “Tell me why I shouldn’t.”
John shrugged, pushing off the desk with his hands and standing. “Well, for one thing, I’m not armed. Would you shoot an unarmed man?” he smirked, making a show of opening his jacket, showing her the empty holsters at his hips. He bent down a bit, pulling up the legs of his trousers to show her the empty holsters at his ankles as well. “I just came to see you, love.”
Faltering ever so slightly, Gwen kept the gun trained on him. He really didn’t appear to have any weapons. Unless... “Put on more of that lip gloss, have you?” she asked, “come back to try and kill me?”
John rolled his eyes. “You’re so paranoid,” he remarked, “If I came back to kill you, you’d be dead already.” He tilted his head slightly to the side, giving her an appraising look as his tongue darted out between his lips, licking them slowly as though she were prey about to be devoured. “Wouldn’t lick my lips if they had poison on them, would I?”
Gwen frowned. What was he playing at, then? She didn’t like that she couldn’t figure out his game. Her breath sped up ever so slightly as she’d watched him lick his lips, and she blinked hard, trying not to think about what that meant.
John took a few slow steps towards her, eyes locked on hers. “Like I said, I came back to see you. I seem to remember us sharing a kiss earlier tonight, and I thought I’d pick up where we left off.”
“We left off with you trying to kill me,” Gwen snarled, wondering why she couldn’t seem to look away as he stalked toward her.
He was only a few steps away from her now. “And you tried to pull me into the rift to kill me. The way I see it, we’re even.” He glanced down at the gun still being aimed at him, before closing the distance between them. He walked right up to her, to the barrel of the gun, so close that he could feel the cold metal of it through his shirt. John reached out, brushing his fingertips against her arm before grabbing her wrist hard. “You’re shaking,” he noted.
Gwen swallowed, wondering just why in the hell she’d let him get this close. What was she thinking? “I’ll pull the trigger,” she warned, though she didn’t even sound certain to her own ears. God, even after all this, he was still making her weak. He hadn’t been lying, earlier, when he’d said she was attracted to him.
“Shaking like a leaf,” he observed aloud, continuing on like Gwen hadn’t spoken at all. “But it’s not from fear, is it? No, you’re shaking from pure adrenaline.” He brought his other hand up quickly, grabbing the barrel of the gun and twisting it, forcing her to let go. “I know what it’s like. You think you’re doing to die, and then you don’t...but you’ve still got all that energy bubbling just under the surface.” He tossed the gun away.
Gwen shook him off, backing up. She was surprised at how quickly he’d let go of her wrist. She thought he’d fight her more on it. “So you think I’m going to let you fuck me, is that it?” she let out a bitter bark of a laugh, feeling relieved that she’d finally caught on to his game. “Guess again, mate. You have no idea-“
“Who else are you going to go to?” John cut her off, “Jack? Dear old Rhys? Are you going to tell them that the only thing you want to do after a fight is get fucked good and hard?” Without her even realizing it, he’d taken a step closer again, and his breath ghosted against her neck, causing an involuntary shiver. “Nah. They expect you to be the nice one. The good girl.”
Gwen stiffened at his words, breath heaving in her chest. The heat from his skin, his breath on her neck, it was too much. She grabbed the back of his head roughly, fingers closing around his short hair, giving it a hard tug as her lips crashed against his.
John laughed into the kiss, roughly grabbing her hips and jerking them towards him. Now that was more like it.
They continued to stand in the middle of the hub, frantically kissing for a handful of minutes. John had just gotten her top off and had his mouth against her neck, sucking a bruise to the surface when they heard the cog door open, and froze.
Gwen’s eyes flew open, wondering when she’d even shut them in the first place and John lifted his head away from her neck, looking back in the direction of the door. When they heard Jack’s footsteps, John’s smile only widened. This couldn’t have worked out better if he’d planned it.
“Jack!” he greeted the other man, his hand still on Gwen’s hip, fingers skimming lightly under the fabric of her trousers, rubbing her skin. “Did you come to join us?”
Jack came to a stop, eyes falling on the scene in front of him, and he didn’t look quite as surprised as Gwen thought he would be. Disappointed, but not surprised. His eyes flickered over Gwen, who crossed her arms, suddenly feeling self conscious in her bra, before they fell solidly on John. “I told you to leave.” His voice was deadly soft.
“I did,” John replied, unable to keep the smugness out of his voice, “And then I came back. I decided I wasn’t quite done here.”
When Jack pulled his gun, aiming it on John, the other man laughed aloud. “Again, with the guns. What is it with you people and weapons?” He make a ‘tsk’ sound, shaking his head, “So violent, the lot of you.”
“Leave,” Jack repeated, advancing on him. “I already gave you one opportunity, and I’m not really feeling too generous tonight.”
“Join us,” John replied, voice seductive, “One night. Then you’ll never see me again. Promise.”
Jack scoffed at that, shaking his head, “Because your promises have been so good up until now?”
John felt Gwen move behind him, and saw her out of the corner of his eye bend down to retrieve her shirt. Well, fine, if that’s how they were going to play it. He shrugged, “Alright. I’ll go. Wouldn’t want to cause any problems between you.”
Jack lowered his gun and John made to walk away, pausing when he was at Jack’s shoulder. He leaned in to kiss the other man and Jack stiffened, turning his head away. “John...” there was a warning in his voice.
Jack didn’t even want John to touch him, and the other man bit back a small pang of hurt at that before baring his teeth in a smile again, “It’s just as well you walked in when you did. I’m not the one Gwen wants fuck anyway.” He paused, letting that sink in for a moment, before adding, “Oh, but she still would have, and now you can’t even look at her, can you?”
With that, he turned and walked out of the hub. The evening hadn’t gone to plan, but he’d still won. He didn’t get Jack, but he’d tarnished Gwen so irrevocably in his eyes that Jack wouldn’t want her either.
So, he’d won. In the end, John always won.