Porn Battle Fix xplay: Jack/Tosh/Ianto Hivemind and Conduit
Title: Hivemind and Conduit
Fandom-Pairing: Torchwood, Jack/Ianto/Toshiko
Rating-Word Count- Notes: NC-17, ~800 Words, for Oxoniensis' Porn Battle under the prompt of Grudges. Could be interpreted as Spoilery for Torchwood 2x01- Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang, but not directly linked.
They stand like lovers in the middle of Ianto's bedroom, while Jack stands off to the side like a voyeur. For the first few minutes, it's like he doesn't even exist, at all.
"You thought we'd be lost without you, didn't you, Jack?" Toshiko asks, grabbing at his attention. She's calm, level voiced, almost disconnected. "You thought you'd be our savior, didn't you?"
"I never said that," Jack hisses, "I never said anything like that, I just thou..."
"But that's the thing, isn't it?" Ianto asks. Toshiko's mouth nips at the corner of Ianto's as she plays with the strap of Toshiko's top. "You never really think, about us. Don't care, not at all, Jack. Just think about what we can do for you."
"What we can give to you," Toshiko offers as Ianto lowers his head, kisses at the nape of her neck as he undresses her, fabric easing from every corner of her body and pooling on the floor. For the quickest of moments, Jack thinks about how they're speaking like a hivemind, two bodies with the same thoughts, the same words. "That's all we're good for."
They lay him out on the bed, the two of them. After undressing him and Ianto, Toshiko addresses Jack's cock, licking just under the head while Ianto slides his fingers into Jack's ass, stretching him as if they think he's gotten a workout lately, from wherever he went after he left. "Please. Please. I..."
"You come on our watch, Jack Harkness," Ianto says, in no uncertain terms.
Jack reaches out for Toshiko, a sympathy plea. She grabs him by the wrist, pins him to the bed as her lips confront him. Her eyes tell him to stay still, and for once, there's something that makes him want to follow her commands, unknitting his brow, hands sinking to the sheets. "Not before, or after, Jack. When we want, Jack."
They work like he's a ritual sacrifice, wrapping him up in a condom, lubing him up, and afterward, they invade, sinking down and sinking in, taking their pleasure from him and making him fight like it's revenge, like it's a coming to age.
Ianto pushes at him like he's trying to make Jack hit a glass ceiling of hypocracy, but all Tosh is focused on right now is teasing him, riding him slow so he can feel her around him, watching as her breasts heave above him, watching her pleasure herself using him. She sighs, stretching like a cat and arching her back into Ianto to steal a long and sensual kiss while he caresses her like only a lover would.
"How many times did you do this without me?" He asks.
"Well, Jack, who wants to know?" Ianto says, territorially, and thrusts firm enough to have Jack moaning and squirming, his legs lofting up to support Tosh as he inadvertiently moves inside her, her wet mouth moaning against Ianto. Ianto's hands fall to grip at Tosh's hips, keeping her anchored as she runs her fingers through his hair and he fucks like he's fucking her, smooth and teasing to make Jack more and more needy, like a conduit between them.
"Fuck," She sighs, rolling up and down on him, breaking free from Ianto's grip to lay on Jack, tongue parting his lips to steal a needy kiss.
The warm up period's over, and Jack realizes their power over him when they both start moving in earnest, fucking at him like a machine, and he feels near the end of his rope, ready to dangle in the space between them as a toy they use on one another, fearing he'll never be able to catch up.
"Please," He groans into Tosh's ear, and she smiles as bright as she can muster before fitting her hips over his and leaning back, bouncing on him at full speed, taking everything he has to offer, cooly asking for more.
He fights himself for them, watching as they both come screaming and shaking, lips smacking against each other and hands in each other's hair, complete in every way that matters, skin glowing and sparkling in cases where they should not. They leave him there, aching and ready to plead.
They disentangle themselves from him, and Toshiko falls into bed beside him, unhindered and free, hair spreading out on the pillow, body shaking. She serves as the person Tosh cannot be at work, cannot be anywhere else, Jack thinks, as Ianto kisses her and bows his head to pay respects at her alter while it still quivers. Jack looks on, aching to touch but knows they won't give him the permission, disappearing into an afterthought as Toshiko gasps and calls Ianto's name.
The two of them are passionate as Ianto rocks into her, and they start moving as one. She turns into him, lips pressed up against Ianto's cheek, hand clasped in his own as he fucks her. The second round blazes like they're working their way up to a nuclear explosion before they even give him a thought of relief. Silently, Jack looks on beside them, and wonders if the two of them will ever stop taking his desertion so personally.
He wonders if they'll ever stop holding this grudge.
Fandom-Pairing: Torchwood, Jack/Ianto/Toshiko
Rating-Word Count- Notes: NC-17, ~800 Words, for Oxoniensis' Porn Battle under the prompt of Grudges. Could be interpreted as Spoilery for Torchwood 2x01- Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang, but not directly linked.
They stand like lovers in the middle of Ianto's bedroom, while Jack stands off to the side like a voyeur. For the first few minutes, it's like he doesn't even exist, at all.
"You thought we'd be lost without you, didn't you, Jack?" Toshiko asks, grabbing at his attention. She's calm, level voiced, almost disconnected. "You thought you'd be our savior, didn't you?"
"I never said that," Jack hisses, "I never said anything like that, I just thou..."
"But that's the thing, isn't it?" Ianto asks. Toshiko's mouth nips at the corner of Ianto's as she plays with the strap of Toshiko's top. "You never really think, about us. Don't care, not at all, Jack. Just think about what we can do for you."
"What we can give to you," Toshiko offers as Ianto lowers his head, kisses at the nape of her neck as he undresses her, fabric easing from every corner of her body and pooling on the floor. For the quickest of moments, Jack thinks about how they're speaking like a hivemind, two bodies with the same thoughts, the same words. "That's all we're good for."
They lay him out on the bed, the two of them. After undressing him and Ianto, Toshiko addresses Jack's cock, licking just under the head while Ianto slides his fingers into Jack's ass, stretching him as if they think he's gotten a workout lately, from wherever he went after he left. "Please. Please. I..."
"You come on our watch, Jack Harkness," Ianto says, in no uncertain terms.
Jack reaches out for Toshiko, a sympathy plea. She grabs him by the wrist, pins him to the bed as her lips confront him. Her eyes tell him to stay still, and for once, there's something that makes him want to follow her commands, unknitting his brow, hands sinking to the sheets. "Not before, or after, Jack. When we want, Jack."
They work like he's a ritual sacrifice, wrapping him up in a condom, lubing him up, and afterward, they invade, sinking down and sinking in, taking their pleasure from him and making him fight like it's revenge, like it's a coming to age.
Ianto pushes at him like he's trying to make Jack hit a glass ceiling of hypocracy, but all Tosh is focused on right now is teasing him, riding him slow so he can feel her around him, watching as her breasts heave above him, watching her pleasure herself using him. She sighs, stretching like a cat and arching her back into Ianto to steal a long and sensual kiss while he caresses her like only a lover would.
"How many times did you do this without me?" He asks.
"Well, Jack, who wants to know?" Ianto says, territorially, and thrusts firm enough to have Jack moaning and squirming, his legs lofting up to support Tosh as he inadvertiently moves inside her, her wet mouth moaning against Ianto. Ianto's hands fall to grip at Tosh's hips, keeping her anchored as she runs her fingers through his hair and he fucks like he's fucking her, smooth and teasing to make Jack more and more needy, like a conduit between them.
"Fuck," She sighs, rolling up and down on him, breaking free from Ianto's grip to lay on Jack, tongue parting his lips to steal a needy kiss.
The warm up period's over, and Jack realizes their power over him when they both start moving in earnest, fucking at him like a machine, and he feels near the end of his rope, ready to dangle in the space between them as a toy they use on one another, fearing he'll never be able to catch up.
"Please," He groans into Tosh's ear, and she smiles as bright as she can muster before fitting her hips over his and leaning back, bouncing on him at full speed, taking everything he has to offer, cooly asking for more.
He fights himself for them, watching as they both come screaming and shaking, lips smacking against each other and hands in each other's hair, complete in every way that matters, skin glowing and sparkling in cases where they should not. They leave him there, aching and ready to plead.
They disentangle themselves from him, and Toshiko falls into bed beside him, unhindered and free, hair spreading out on the pillow, body shaking. She serves as the person Tosh cannot be at work, cannot be anywhere else, Jack thinks, as Ianto kisses her and bows his head to pay respects at her alter while it still quivers. Jack looks on, aching to touch but knows they won't give him the permission, disappearing into an afterthought as Toshiko gasps and calls Ianto's name.
The two of them are passionate as Ianto rocks into her, and they start moving as one. She turns into him, lips pressed up against Ianto's cheek, hand clasped in his own as he fucks her. The second round blazes like they're working their way up to a nuclear explosion before they even give him a thought of relief. Silently, Jack looks on beside them, and wonders if the two of them will ever stop taking his desertion so personally.
He wonders if they'll ever stop holding this grudge.