DW/Heroes/Blackpool Fic: Tension
Title: Tension
Author: irishlullaby
Rated: Adult
Fandoms: Doctor Who (Pete's World), Blackpool, Heroes
Pairing: Claude/Rose/Peter
Summary: In the beginning, they fought over which one of them could win her heart.
AN: Trying to get this moved over from my personal LJ... it was there because I honestly didn't think anyone would ever want to read it. O.o; Boy was I wrong.
It had started two years earlier when Peter Carlisle met a man that called himself Claude Rains, as Claude was running from some people through London. Turned out, they weren't after Claude because he had done anything wrong -- or so he claimed. They had been chasing him because they wanted to kill him.
It had set of a whirlwind of events that led Peter and Claude to both be working for Torchwood and sharing a flat. Their immediate supervisor was none other than Rose Tyler, millionaire’s daughter -- which both men agreed really needed to stop wearing form fitting trousers that showed off her arse as it really distracted them when she crawled around looking for evidence or bent over to pick up her guns.
The two men snarked at each other constantly, each hoping to encourage the pretty heiress to fancy them instead of his competitor. Most of the time she would just stare at them blankly until they asked her opinion. At that point she would shake her head, flush, and excuse herself, as she needed to eat some ice.
Each gentleman experienced a bit of tension with Rose when forced to share one hotel room with two beds. She'd flirt with Peter, Peter would flirt back, and Claude would brood. She'd flirt with Claude, Claude would flirt back, and Peter would brood. She'd have a few drinks, come on strong, Claude and Peter locked her in the bathroom until she passed out then put her into one of the small beds alone.
They experienced tension whilst at Headquarters, when she would exchange her field clothes for a-line skirts and stiletto heels. It was the hair tucked into a dainty bun that really did them in. They still agreed bending over to get guns and crawling around on the floor was not something she needed to be doing. More so when she wore black silk stockings with suspenders with little pink bows at the clasp…
She had all the grace of a sloth or a buffalo… at best a duck. She’d pick her teeth with her fingernails then ask them when the last time they ate Chinese was because she dug out rice. She’d also slouch and pick her nose if she got bored enough. Then she’d proceed to massacre them at the inter-office war games on the private servers. Which, once their characters were dead again, she’d leap to her feet and be a gloating winner… obnoxiously so at times and usually accompanied by a dance that put the biggest geeks to shame. Not at all what one would have expected from the daughter of Peter Tyler but seemed to fit her personality perfectly.
Then she’d send either Claude or Peter out to get Chinese for lunch because digging the rice from between her teeth earlier had made her crave Chinese.
The particular day in things got tilted on its axis; it was Peter that was sent for the Chinese. He returned to catch Claude and Rose engaged in a rather indecent act on her desk. It wasn’t until Peter gave a small choking sound that both tilted their heads to see him standing in the door, large paper bag in hand.
“Well close the damn door,” Claude groused. “There are people about!”
Peter had been unsure of what precisely the proper thing to do was. If he stood outside and waited them to finish their tryst, the other employees would wonder why. If he went in and closed the door he’d have to suffer watching what remained of the act.
“Oi!” Rose barked. “Bring back the Chinese!”
So in the office it was...
He kept his forehead against the cool wood, eyes closed tightly as he listened to the grunts and moans of Rose and Claude tending to their… business and the groan of the ancient desk that was probably as unwilling to be witness to the act as Peter was. He looked at his watch several times whilst standing there… ten minutes passed before they finally decided to acknowledge his presence.
When he turned around Rose was finger combing her hair and Claude was wearing one of the smuggest smirks Peter had ever been witness to.
They ate the Chinese in silence.
When Claude and Peter returned to their flat after work, the first thing Peter did was punch him in the face.
“Is that the best you’ve got?” Claude scoffed, wiping the corner of his mouth with his thumb.
“You bastard!” Peter spat. “All this time we’ve been talking about her… You knew I…”
Claude rolled his eyes. “I know you wanted her… but you knew I wanted her too. I just beat you to it is all. Are you going to mope on about it all night?”
Peter scowled and clenched his fist once more. Claude disappeared as soon as he made to swing; Peter’s fist hit the wall instead. He let out a howl as pain seared up his arm. “Where are ye you invisible cunt?” Peter shouted, only to get promptly shoved into the wall. He turned and swung blindly, hitting nothing but air.
Out of nowhere, Peter felt a hand grasp his throat and he was thrust against the wall as Claude reappeared. “Age and treachery win over youth and stubbornness any day, lad,” Claude snorted, then punched Peter in the stomach. “You may have the whole detective inspector on your side… I’ve been part of The Company. I’ve seen and done things that would give you nightmares. Do you really want to risk me doing the same to you; with the exception I’d be very willing to do it? Let me know when you want to talk like an adult because, quite frankly, I don’t much have patience for wittering twits any more.”
Peter collapsed to the floor, struggling for breath as Claude released him. And with that, Claude disappeared for the night.
#
Peter pursed his lips as he watched Rose and Claude from his own little hotel bed. They were snuggled up together on their small bed, giggling like to schoolchildren sharing a secret. And they kept looking at him, which made it all the more annoying… though he found it amazing how getting shagged on a regular basis could make someone as anti-social as Claude come out of their shell. Then again, Peter hadn’t really seen Claude socialise with anyone except for him and Rose.
They hadn’t had any more fights since their first one. Though the tension between Peter and Claude was starting to make their current outing a bit uncomfortable. Peter had been giving them the same cold silence he had been giving them since walking in on their shag-fest earlier that week. Rose seemed to take no notice for the most part. Claude liked to take any chance he could take to make crude comments or give Peter smug smirks when Rose walked out of a room that clearly said, “I shag her. Aren’t you jealous?”
The three of them were trying to track a missing alien -- nothing malicious, they hoped, it was just this particular alien was rather forgetful and prone to wandering off in the countryside -- and Torchwood had gotten called into find them. Rose, Peter, and Claude were the selected team this month as Mickey and Jake’s teams were in Australia on official Torchwood business. Which meant Mickey and Jake’s teams got the posh hotels whereas they were once again three people shoved into a tiny box.
“I’m hungry,” Rose said loudly, breaking from the cuddling and giggling. “I could murder a pizza.” She looked at Claude. “That sound all right?” Claude shrugged indifferently and yanked her back against him. “Peter?” she giggled, shoving at Claude.
Peter scowled. “Whatever suits you is fine, either way, I’m certain Claude will find a way to swindle me out of it.”
Rose cocked her head and frowned. She pursed her lips and gave Claude a forceful shove when he tried to pull her back again. “Look. I don’t know what the hell has gotten into you two lately but… I’m going to get us a pizza. You two have better be kissed and made up by time I get back.”
With that, Rose fished the keys to the Torchwood SUV from her pocket and left. Peter and Claude regarded each other for a long moment, scowls on both of their faces. It was Claude that broke the silence first. “I’m not kissing you,” Claude said dryly.
“The feeling is exclusively mutual,” Peter grumbled. After a moment of seething, Peter ground out, “How long have you two been shagging?”
“Two months, perhaps three…” Claude shrugged. “I lost track to be honest.” A smirk slowly went to his lips. “Rick James has nothing on Rose Tyler… the twisted little fantasies inside that head of hers…” Peter suddenly felt the urge to punch Claude bubbling to surface. “But it’s always the sweet looking ones that are the closet freaks isn’t it?” Claude added as almost an afterthought. Peter really didn’t want to hear any more… “She told me this one… she said she has almost every time we go on a mission together…”
Peter groaned and ruffled his hair with frustration. “I’m starting to think I’d rather kiss ye than listen to this…”
Claude smirked. “She said… every time she got home from being stuck with us for days at a time… she’d pleasure herself, thinking about both of us with her…” Peter looked at Claude blankly. “Remember how she told us how she thought it was weird at first, because she had that friend of hers… the alien that changed his appearances…?”
Peter scowled. “The one that looked like you, then looked like me?”
Claude nodded slowly. “She said that’s what the fantasies started out as… her thinking of them… but then she started realising it wasn’t them she was thinking of…”
“Shut up. Shut up, now,” Peter snapped. Surprisingly, Claude fell silent, but a smug smirk remained. They sat in silence for a long moment. What Claude had just said was tickling the edge of Peter’s mind, and he didn’t like where his mind was starting to wander because of it. Finally he sighed and looked over at Claude. “What exactly was she fantasizing about?”
Claude laughed… something that had just recently started happening… which really should have been Peter’s first clue that his room mate was up to something. Sure, Claude hadn’t been the miserable sot the hacked Company profile made him out to be, but he had been the sort to keep to himself. It had taken Claude six months to make a comment about Rose in a less-than-professional-sexual manner. Their mutual fixation with their supervisor and team leader had provided fuel for many late night conversations in their shared flat.
“Not sure really. We could ask,” Claude suggested, “Who knows what could happen…” He suddenly grinned wickedly. Peter really hated that grin… “Or… when she gets back… we could just… pounce on her and see what comes of it.”
#
Rose whimpered softly and Peter felt her clench around the two fingers he had buried inside of her. She was leaning back against Claude, who stood behind her. Claude’s hands were reaching around her, cupping her breasts as he lightly nipped at her neck. One of her knees was over Peter’s shoulder as he knelt in front of her.
Between the three of them, Rose was the only one naked. Claude still had on his jeans. Peter was still very much fully clothed. Slowly, Peter climbed to his feet. Rose’s eyes fluttered open as he removed his fingers from within her. Her pupils were dilated and her breathing was ragged as she watched Peter bring his fingers to his mouth and push them between his lips, tasting her.
Claude chuckled gently, a slow rumbling sound that came from deep within the man’s chest. “That was all nice and good,” he said with a hint of sarcasm. “But I have one distinct advantage over you Peter…”
Peter’s eyebrows arched curiously. “Oh?”
Claude nodded slightly. “I already know where and how to touch her to make her scream…”
Rose groaned and rolled her eyes. “Can’t you two stop snarking at each other for more than five minutes? You’re like an old married couple!” She opened her mouth to say more but the two men shared a look and grinned, just before swooping down and bite her on either side of her neck. She whimpered and apparently decided that moment was not the one in which to scold them like they were children.
Claude kissed up and down the backside of Rose whilst Peter did the same to her front. There would be many things in Peter’s life that he would regret. None of them happened that night.
Author: irishlullaby
Rated: Adult
Fandoms: Doctor Who (Pete's World), Blackpool, Heroes
Pairing: Claude/Rose/Peter
Summary: In the beginning, they fought over which one of them could win her heart.
AN: Trying to get this moved over from my personal LJ... it was there because I honestly didn't think anyone would ever want to read it. O.o; Boy was I wrong.
It had started two years earlier when Peter Carlisle met a man that called himself Claude Rains, as Claude was running from some people through London. Turned out, they weren't after Claude because he had done anything wrong -- or so he claimed. They had been chasing him because they wanted to kill him.
It had set of a whirlwind of events that led Peter and Claude to both be working for Torchwood and sharing a flat. Their immediate supervisor was none other than Rose Tyler, millionaire’s daughter -- which both men agreed really needed to stop wearing form fitting trousers that showed off her arse as it really distracted them when she crawled around looking for evidence or bent over to pick up her guns.
The two men snarked at each other constantly, each hoping to encourage the pretty heiress to fancy them instead of his competitor. Most of the time she would just stare at them blankly until they asked her opinion. At that point she would shake her head, flush, and excuse herself, as she needed to eat some ice.
Each gentleman experienced a bit of tension with Rose when forced to share one hotel room with two beds. She'd flirt with Peter, Peter would flirt back, and Claude would brood. She'd flirt with Claude, Claude would flirt back, and Peter would brood. She'd have a few drinks, come on strong, Claude and Peter locked her in the bathroom until she passed out then put her into one of the small beds alone.
They experienced tension whilst at Headquarters, when she would exchange her field clothes for a-line skirts and stiletto heels. It was the hair tucked into a dainty bun that really did them in. They still agreed bending over to get guns and crawling around on the floor was not something she needed to be doing. More so when she wore black silk stockings with suspenders with little pink bows at the clasp…
She had all the grace of a sloth or a buffalo… at best a duck. She’d pick her teeth with her fingernails then ask them when the last time they ate Chinese was because she dug out rice. She’d also slouch and pick her nose if she got bored enough. Then she’d proceed to massacre them at the inter-office war games on the private servers. Which, once their characters were dead again, she’d leap to her feet and be a gloating winner… obnoxiously so at times and usually accompanied by a dance that put the biggest geeks to shame. Not at all what one would have expected from the daughter of Peter Tyler but seemed to fit her personality perfectly.
Then she’d send either Claude or Peter out to get Chinese for lunch because digging the rice from between her teeth earlier had made her crave Chinese.
The particular day in things got tilted on its axis; it was Peter that was sent for the Chinese. He returned to catch Claude and Rose engaged in a rather indecent act on her desk. It wasn’t until Peter gave a small choking sound that both tilted their heads to see him standing in the door, large paper bag in hand.
“Well close the damn door,” Claude groused. “There are people about!”
Peter had been unsure of what precisely the proper thing to do was. If he stood outside and waited them to finish their tryst, the other employees would wonder why. If he went in and closed the door he’d have to suffer watching what remained of the act.
“Oi!” Rose barked. “Bring back the Chinese!”
So in the office it was...
He kept his forehead against the cool wood, eyes closed tightly as he listened to the grunts and moans of Rose and Claude tending to their… business and the groan of the ancient desk that was probably as unwilling to be witness to the act as Peter was. He looked at his watch several times whilst standing there… ten minutes passed before they finally decided to acknowledge his presence.
When he turned around Rose was finger combing her hair and Claude was wearing one of the smuggest smirks Peter had ever been witness to.
They ate the Chinese in silence.
When Claude and Peter returned to their flat after work, the first thing Peter did was punch him in the face.
“Is that the best you’ve got?” Claude scoffed, wiping the corner of his mouth with his thumb.
“You bastard!” Peter spat. “All this time we’ve been talking about her… You knew I…”
Claude rolled his eyes. “I know you wanted her… but you knew I wanted her too. I just beat you to it is all. Are you going to mope on about it all night?”
Peter scowled and clenched his fist once more. Claude disappeared as soon as he made to swing; Peter’s fist hit the wall instead. He let out a howl as pain seared up his arm. “Where are ye you invisible cunt?” Peter shouted, only to get promptly shoved into the wall. He turned and swung blindly, hitting nothing but air.
Out of nowhere, Peter felt a hand grasp his throat and he was thrust against the wall as Claude reappeared. “Age and treachery win over youth and stubbornness any day, lad,” Claude snorted, then punched Peter in the stomach. “You may have the whole detective inspector on your side… I’ve been part of The Company. I’ve seen and done things that would give you nightmares. Do you really want to risk me doing the same to you; with the exception I’d be very willing to do it? Let me know when you want to talk like an adult because, quite frankly, I don’t much have patience for wittering twits any more.”
Peter collapsed to the floor, struggling for breath as Claude released him. And with that, Claude disappeared for the night.
#
Peter pursed his lips as he watched Rose and Claude from his own little hotel bed. They were snuggled up together on their small bed, giggling like to schoolchildren sharing a secret. And they kept looking at him, which made it all the more annoying… though he found it amazing how getting shagged on a regular basis could make someone as anti-social as Claude come out of their shell. Then again, Peter hadn’t really seen Claude socialise with anyone except for him and Rose.
They hadn’t had any more fights since their first one. Though the tension between Peter and Claude was starting to make their current outing a bit uncomfortable. Peter had been giving them the same cold silence he had been giving them since walking in on their shag-fest earlier that week. Rose seemed to take no notice for the most part. Claude liked to take any chance he could take to make crude comments or give Peter smug smirks when Rose walked out of a room that clearly said, “I shag her. Aren’t you jealous?”
The three of them were trying to track a missing alien -- nothing malicious, they hoped, it was just this particular alien was rather forgetful and prone to wandering off in the countryside -- and Torchwood had gotten called into find them. Rose, Peter, and Claude were the selected team this month as Mickey and Jake’s teams were in Australia on official Torchwood business. Which meant Mickey and Jake’s teams got the posh hotels whereas they were once again three people shoved into a tiny box.
“I’m hungry,” Rose said loudly, breaking from the cuddling and giggling. “I could murder a pizza.” She looked at Claude. “That sound all right?” Claude shrugged indifferently and yanked her back against him. “Peter?” she giggled, shoving at Claude.
Peter scowled. “Whatever suits you is fine, either way, I’m certain Claude will find a way to swindle me out of it.”
Rose cocked her head and frowned. She pursed her lips and gave Claude a forceful shove when he tried to pull her back again. “Look. I don’t know what the hell has gotten into you two lately but… I’m going to get us a pizza. You two have better be kissed and made up by time I get back.”
With that, Rose fished the keys to the Torchwood SUV from her pocket and left. Peter and Claude regarded each other for a long moment, scowls on both of their faces. It was Claude that broke the silence first. “I’m not kissing you,” Claude said dryly.
“The feeling is exclusively mutual,” Peter grumbled. After a moment of seething, Peter ground out, “How long have you two been shagging?”
“Two months, perhaps three…” Claude shrugged. “I lost track to be honest.” A smirk slowly went to his lips. “Rick James has nothing on Rose Tyler… the twisted little fantasies inside that head of hers…” Peter suddenly felt the urge to punch Claude bubbling to surface. “But it’s always the sweet looking ones that are the closet freaks isn’t it?” Claude added as almost an afterthought. Peter really didn’t want to hear any more… “She told me this one… she said she has almost every time we go on a mission together…”
Peter groaned and ruffled his hair with frustration. “I’m starting to think I’d rather kiss ye than listen to this…”
Claude smirked. “She said… every time she got home from being stuck with us for days at a time… she’d pleasure herself, thinking about both of us with her…” Peter looked at Claude blankly. “Remember how she told us how she thought it was weird at first, because she had that friend of hers… the alien that changed his appearances…?”
Peter scowled. “The one that looked like you, then looked like me?”
Claude nodded slowly. “She said that’s what the fantasies started out as… her thinking of them… but then she started realising it wasn’t them she was thinking of…”
“Shut up. Shut up, now,” Peter snapped. Surprisingly, Claude fell silent, but a smug smirk remained. They sat in silence for a long moment. What Claude had just said was tickling the edge of Peter’s mind, and he didn’t like where his mind was starting to wander because of it. Finally he sighed and looked over at Claude. “What exactly was she fantasizing about?”
Claude laughed… something that had just recently started happening… which really should have been Peter’s first clue that his room mate was up to something. Sure, Claude hadn’t been the miserable sot the hacked Company profile made him out to be, but he had been the sort to keep to himself. It had taken Claude six months to make a comment about Rose in a less-than-professional-sexual manner. Their mutual fixation with their supervisor and team leader had provided fuel for many late night conversations in their shared flat.
“Not sure really. We could ask,” Claude suggested, “Who knows what could happen…” He suddenly grinned wickedly. Peter really hated that grin… “Or… when she gets back… we could just… pounce on her and see what comes of it.”
#
Rose whimpered softly and Peter felt her clench around the two fingers he had buried inside of her. She was leaning back against Claude, who stood behind her. Claude’s hands were reaching around her, cupping her breasts as he lightly nipped at her neck. One of her knees was over Peter’s shoulder as he knelt in front of her.
Between the three of them, Rose was the only one naked. Claude still had on his jeans. Peter was still very much fully clothed. Slowly, Peter climbed to his feet. Rose’s eyes fluttered open as he removed his fingers from within her. Her pupils were dilated and her breathing was ragged as she watched Peter bring his fingers to his mouth and push them between his lips, tasting her.
Claude chuckled gently, a slow rumbling sound that came from deep within the man’s chest. “That was all nice and good,” he said with a hint of sarcasm. “But I have one distinct advantage over you Peter…”
Peter’s eyebrows arched curiously. “Oh?”
Claude nodded slightly. “I already know where and how to touch her to make her scream…”
Rose groaned and rolled her eyes. “Can’t you two stop snarking at each other for more than five minutes? You’re like an old married couple!” She opened her mouth to say more but the two men shared a look and grinned, just before swooping down and bite her on either side of her neck. She whimpered and apparently decided that moment was not the one in which to scold them like they were children.
Claude kissed up and down the backside of Rose whilst Peter did the same to her front. There would be many things in Peter’s life that he would regret. None of them happened that night.