The Gatekeeper (part eight)
Title: The Gatekeeper (8/12)
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Jack & Ianto, Gwen, Martha + original fictional characters & Classic Doctor Who characters.
Summary: Jack enjoys an interrogation, Martha is miffed by uncooperative calculators and Gwen wants better drugs.
A/N: Another story in the Something that Starts with "S" AU set several months after the events of Syntropy. Another Smut Sunday edition.
PART SEVEN
Jack groaned into Ianto's kiss enjoying the feel of their tongues dragging across each other. Ianto's long fingers were slowly working their way down Jack's body and with a shivering intake of breath, he felt one of those digits slowly press passed his ring of muscles. Jack barely had his mind around the intrusion when Ianto dragged his teeth down Jack's stomach, stopping just above his erection. With a placid expression, Ianto blew a steady breeze across the tip of Jack's penis bringing goose flesh up all over his body and quickly took Jack into his mouth. "Oh god, more Ianto!" Jack gasped from the speed at which Ianto was moving, the pressure of the fingers now inside his body working in concert with the smooth performance of Ianto's mouth on his erection. Jack wanted to reach down and run his fingers through Ianto's hair, but his hands were still bound from their earlier activities; all Jack could do was beg, "Ianto, please."
Ianto continued his ministrations as if he couldn't hear a word Jack said; his mouth sliding in a workman-like fashion over Jack's cock and the fingers he'd breached Jack with working in and out with little enthusiasm. With a final shudder, Jack's orgasm poured into Ianto's mouth and Jack felt the tension his body had been holding onto, like a nightmare, drain. Ianto slowly pulled away from Jack and stood up in front of him, a few inches of space between them. "Hmm, Ianto." Jack smiled lazily and tried for Ianto's mouth to share the taste but Ianto stepped back slightly causing Jack to frown. "What's wrong?"
With little or no expression, Ianto asked Jack; "What was the Tharil's destination after leaving?" Ianto tilted his head in an uncharacteristic sort of way. "When they left, where did he take the Time Lord next?" Ianto placed a hand on Jack's chest; it felt cold.
Through the muddled haze of his orgasm, Jack asked, "What's a Tharil?" He tried looking at Ianto, but his vision blurred slightly. He didn't understand why Ianto was being so distant and clinical. "How would I know where they were going?" Jack's head was starting to clear a bit. Ianto pressed his hand against Jack's chest a little harder, causing him to wince. "Ianto, that hurts."
Ignoring the comment, Ianto asked again, "Were the Time Lord and Tharil returning to the gateway? The item they took is the component you were keeping for them, correct?" Jack noticed that Ianto wasn't blinking and shuddered, tightly shutting his eyes and mumbling something under his breath over and over.
"Enough. He is better prepared for this form of interrogation than we thought." Sharrel turned to Lan who was still pressing a hand into Jack's chest, "We will return to their facility and search for additional data while awaiting further instructions.
Lan removed his hand from Jack's chest and walked towards the transit station, "Commander, from the DNA sample I collected, it is apparent that this person is not indigenous to this world. Perhaps we should interrogate the female that was with him."
Sharrel returned to the data viewer and studied it for a moment, "Very well; contact Agella and have her bring the woman to their facility. We will continue from that location." Sharrel looked at Jack, strapped to the wall with one of their data headsets on, "Leave him, he may be of further use."
"Tosh, I need a full scan of this woman please?" Martha was pushing the unconscious Agella on a gurney towards the high security vaults. "Mainframe? Gwen? Hello?" Martha was slightly unnerved by the fact that the mainframe, which had turned quite chatty in the past half year was suddenly so quiet. "Fine, I'll do it myself." Martha dropped the woman on the floor in the cell and activated her scanner. "Come on, tell me what I need to know- that's it!" As the scan ran, Martha noticed the woman's eyes open right as she reached for the black cylinder at her waist.
Agella grabbed Martha wrist tightly, "You will cease your..." Her words stopped as Martha pulled the cylinder free of her belt.
"That's more like it." Martha secured the cell and walked towards the main hub with the cylinder in hand. "Now, where the hell are they."
Gwen was panting through the latest contraction, thinking of several creative ways of gelding her husband while crushing the young man's hand as the pain ran through her. "Damn. You said that thing would stop this!" She huffed and pushed his hand away as he gave her a familiar half-smirk, "And stop doing that- it freaks me out!"
Franklin checked the status of Gwen's labour, seeing that she still had some way to go before the real trial began, "Sorry about that. The power block decreases the pain, but it can't completely block it. Imagine how much worse it would be without the block? As for the rest; well, there's nothing I can do about genetics." He quickly put out the sterile supplies which would be needed, then gave Gwen the cup of crushed ice, "Here, this will help cool you down. I'm going to check on my sister; maybe take a few incriminating photos while I'm at it." He walked over to the playpen where Branwen continued to entertain herself with several toys and said in a very friendly voice, "Sut mae Branwen. I will so make you suffer for comments about Major Bear now."
Gwen sat up a bit to see the young man talking with the child. She chewed her lip for a moment, "Why exactly have you come here? Not that I don't appreciate the help." He looked back at her with a smile, "What?"
Franklin came back to the bed, checking the readout again, "You should probably lie back, the next couple of contractions will be it."
"Right, so what am I going to do about you?" Martha was talking to herself as she looked at the data on the screen, "Robotic obviously, but how do you tick?" She pounded at the keyboard, "And why aren't you helping you overgrown calculator!" Martha was frustrated that the mainframe hadn't helped in any way since she'd arrived back in the hub; if anything it seemed to be asleep, or dormant. "Fine; don't help." She accessed the archive database looking for something to use from a distance since it was unlikely she'd ever get a chance to get up close again with a taser. As the inventory scrolled she halted the scan and smiled, "Gotcha."
PART NINE
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Jack & Ianto, Gwen, Martha + original fictional characters & Classic Doctor Who characters.
Summary: Jack enjoys an interrogation, Martha is miffed by uncooperative calculators and Gwen wants better drugs.
A/N: Another story in the Something that Starts with "S" AU set several months after the events of Syntropy. Another Smut Sunday edition.
PART SEVEN
Jack groaned into Ianto's kiss enjoying the feel of their tongues dragging across each other. Ianto's long fingers were slowly working their way down Jack's body and with a shivering intake of breath, he felt one of those digits slowly press passed his ring of muscles. Jack barely had his mind around the intrusion when Ianto dragged his teeth down Jack's stomach, stopping just above his erection. With a placid expression, Ianto blew a steady breeze across the tip of Jack's penis bringing goose flesh up all over his body and quickly took Jack into his mouth. "Oh god, more Ianto!" Jack gasped from the speed at which Ianto was moving, the pressure of the fingers now inside his body working in concert with the smooth performance of Ianto's mouth on his erection. Jack wanted to reach down and run his fingers through Ianto's hair, but his hands were still bound from their earlier activities; all Jack could do was beg, "Ianto, please."
Ianto continued his ministrations as if he couldn't hear a word Jack said; his mouth sliding in a workman-like fashion over Jack's cock and the fingers he'd breached Jack with working in and out with little enthusiasm. With a final shudder, Jack's orgasm poured into Ianto's mouth and Jack felt the tension his body had been holding onto, like a nightmare, drain. Ianto slowly pulled away from Jack and stood up in front of him, a few inches of space between them. "Hmm, Ianto." Jack smiled lazily and tried for Ianto's mouth to share the taste but Ianto stepped back slightly causing Jack to frown. "What's wrong?"
With little or no expression, Ianto asked Jack; "What was the Tharil's destination after leaving?" Ianto tilted his head in an uncharacteristic sort of way. "When they left, where did he take the Time Lord next?" Ianto placed a hand on Jack's chest; it felt cold.
Through the muddled haze of his orgasm, Jack asked, "What's a Tharil?" He tried looking at Ianto, but his vision blurred slightly. He didn't understand why Ianto was being so distant and clinical. "How would I know where they were going?" Jack's head was starting to clear a bit. Ianto pressed his hand against Jack's chest a little harder, causing him to wince. "Ianto, that hurts."
Ignoring the comment, Ianto asked again, "Were the Time Lord and Tharil returning to the gateway? The item they took is the component you were keeping for them, correct?" Jack noticed that Ianto wasn't blinking and shuddered, tightly shutting his eyes and mumbling something under his breath over and over.
"Enough. He is better prepared for this form of interrogation than we thought." Sharrel turned to Lan who was still pressing a hand into Jack's chest, "We will return to their facility and search for additional data while awaiting further instructions.
Lan removed his hand from Jack's chest and walked towards the transit station, "Commander, from the DNA sample I collected, it is apparent that this person is not indigenous to this world. Perhaps we should interrogate the female that was with him."
Sharrel returned to the data viewer and studied it for a moment, "Very well; contact Agella and have her bring the woman to their facility. We will continue from that location." Sharrel looked at Jack, strapped to the wall with one of their data headsets on, "Leave him, he may be of further use."
"Tosh, I need a full scan of this woman please?" Martha was pushing the unconscious Agella on a gurney towards the high security vaults. "Mainframe? Gwen? Hello?" Martha was slightly unnerved by the fact that the mainframe, which had turned quite chatty in the past half year was suddenly so quiet. "Fine, I'll do it myself." Martha dropped the woman on the floor in the cell and activated her scanner. "Come on, tell me what I need to know- that's it!" As the scan ran, Martha noticed the woman's eyes open right as she reached for the black cylinder at her waist.
Agella grabbed Martha wrist tightly, "You will cease your..." Her words stopped as Martha pulled the cylinder free of her belt.
"That's more like it." Martha secured the cell and walked towards the main hub with the cylinder in hand. "Now, where the hell are they."
Gwen was panting through the latest contraction, thinking of several creative ways of gelding her husband while crushing the young man's hand as the pain ran through her. "Damn. You said that thing would stop this!" She huffed and pushed his hand away as he gave her a familiar half-smirk, "And stop doing that- it freaks me out!"
Franklin checked the status of Gwen's labour, seeing that she still had some way to go before the real trial began, "Sorry about that. The power block decreases the pain, but it can't completely block it. Imagine how much worse it would be without the block? As for the rest; well, there's nothing I can do about genetics." He quickly put out the sterile supplies which would be needed, then gave Gwen the cup of crushed ice, "Here, this will help cool you down. I'm going to check on my sister; maybe take a few incriminating photos while I'm at it." He walked over to the playpen where Branwen continued to entertain herself with several toys and said in a very friendly voice, "Sut mae Branwen. I will so make you suffer for comments about Major Bear now."
Gwen sat up a bit to see the young man talking with the child. She chewed her lip for a moment, "Why exactly have you come here? Not that I don't appreciate the help." He looked back at her with a smile, "What?"
Franklin came back to the bed, checking the readout again, "You should probably lie back, the next couple of contractions will be it."
"Right, so what am I going to do about you?" Martha was talking to herself as she looked at the data on the screen, "Robotic obviously, but how do you tick?" She pounded at the keyboard, "And why aren't you helping you overgrown calculator!" Martha was frustrated that the mainframe hadn't helped in any way since she'd arrived back in the hub; if anything it seemed to be asleep, or dormant. "Fine; don't help." She accessed the archive database looking for something to use from a distance since it was unlikely she'd ever get a chance to get up close again with a taser. As the inventory scrolled she halted the scan and smiled, "Gotcha."
PART NINE