The Voice is Silent While the Soul Screams
Title: The Voice is Silent While the Soul Screams
Rating: R
Challenge: For the idfic Challenge at
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Warnings: Post Series 2, sexual activity.
Summary: The id is the dark, inaccessible part of our personality.
The leather jeans haven't been out of the wardrobe in years, but they're just as skin tight as when originally purchased. Someone once described them as painted on, but that's the whole point behind them- that and they really do show your arse off magnificently. The mirror just confirms the your wares are truly on display as you undo one, then two more buttons from the silk shirt and ruffle your hair a bit more. One last nod and you're heading out. He's not there, so you just leave a quick note scrawled on a paper stuck to the telly.
Tiger Bay hasn't changed much since the last time you came here for a release. The old warehouses are a bit rougher than last time, but that only makes it easier to find. The deep thudding rhythm you're searching for is passing through the streets and the heels of your boots are thudding back in a call-reply pattern, slowly leading you to the location. The guy standing at the door gives a nod as you hand over a tenner and pushes open the door so you can head into the darkness. The thud is now engulfing, your heartbeat has matched the tempo before you even reach the second door and enter.
The press of human flesh swallows you as your sense are bombarded. The dance music is throbbing at the requisite 120 beats per minute and an unidentifiable diva's voice floats in and out of the electronica. It only takes a moment for the music to sweep you along with it, legs and arms moving of their own volition in your insulated bubble. The scent of human perspiration along with various colognes, perfumes, body sprays and shampoos assault you as you're drawn into the densely packed throngs. Your own scent is slowly blending with the collective odor as sweat begins to drip from your hair and stains slowly appear on the dark silk shirt that's now clinging wetly to skin. The flashing lights and glow-stick clad bodies around you blur together into blobs of indistinct colour as your lids fall to half mast and you let the music loosen the muscles.
Minutes, hours, days- a lifetime- passes as the music carries you along and then suddenly hard, muscular flesh is pressed firmly behind you and begins matching your movements. The dance evolves, as a hairy arm wraps around your chest while the other holds a tablet to your lips. With barely parted lips, your tongue peeks out and takes the chalky pill and gathers a faint trace of musk from the proffering finger. The first waves of numbness crest over you when a girl almost your height suddenly presses against your front. The bangles on her wrists stick against the soaked silk of your shirt and she presses an acid drop into your mouth before latching her lips over yours. The sharp lemon coats your tongue quickly and her tongue slips into your mouth, stealing the boiled sweet and pulling it back after the metal barbell in her tongue scrapes against your teeth. She's already leaning back, joining into the pulsing waves that you and the hard body behind you are riding. You let your tongue run over your lips and you can taste the faint trace of strawberry from her lip gloss. Sandwiched between them, you let a hand reach back to the hard muscles as a stubbled face suddenly is buried in your neck biting and soft curves crush against your front playfully nipping at your lips. She leans closer, pressing her chest firmly against yours and you catch the scent of mangoes coming from her hair. One of her hands is buried in long black hair that's falling from the head pressed into your neck and her other is snaking its way into your leather jeans. She whispers into the ear closest to the other head, "Now."
You're following her into a chill room, the DJ here is playing slower music and she pulls both of you towards the large pile of pillows and rugs. She turns around and looks at you, flipping the long candy floss pink locks of the wig she's wearing back over her shoulders and reaches for your shirt while leaning against a wall. You look from her to the muscles, he's dark with black eyes and hair, thick black hair covers his arms and is plastered down all over the skin exposed by his tank top. You reach out and let your fingers catch in the sweat soaked thatch on his chest and he smiles as he reaches forward and begins unbuttoning and peeling away your leather second skin. She's wearing a skirt that has wire in the hem to make it stand away like a hoop skirt so it's nothing for you to reach down and slide her knickers down and gain access. She's grinning widely as the man pulls you down onto your knees before laying himself down in front of you so he can access you. You lean forward and puff your breath onto her shaven crotch and she giggles until you lick a thumb and start slowly tracing her outer lips before slowly pressing your thumb softly against her clitoris. Her shudders match your own as the dark haired man has already began fingering and licking at you.
You let your fingers slowly sink into her as your thumb continues to make small circles on her clit and your other fingers rub along the her walls. A shock runs up your own spine and you gasp out as the man's ministrations have you quickening as the little pill's magic starts to hit you in full. Your quick exhalation has the girl shuddering and then she's already grunting and clenching as a small wash of moisture reaches your fingers. She grasps your wrist to keep your hand still and in place as she maximizes her own pleasure. You let your face rest against her as the man ramps up his attention and you are twitching from synapses firing at double speed and the smell of sex floods your nostrils. Before you even know it's happening, you're clutching at his hair, pressing him hard against you as you pant for breath and you orgasm ripples through every nerve ending. He's gasping as well and his breath cools your skin and pubic hair that's been trapped in the leather. With a final lick, he pushes away from you smiling and holds up a condom as you barely open one eye to look.
You slip your hand from the girl's thighs and lean away before slowly standing back up- only wobbling slightly. He stands as well and looks upset but you push him towards the girl who is more than willing. He's frowning, but you slide behind him, unbuttoning his trousers and pushing them down so his arse is exposed. You take the condom from him and tear the package open before rolling it slowly down his length. He's not huge; but as you slowly guide him into the girl, she doesn't have any complaints. After a few moments, they are lost in the oldest dance of all and you take the time to do up your leather jeans and button your shirt. You run a hand down her arm, then down the solid muscles of his back before turning away and leaving.
The cold air outside combined with the sweat covering you has you shivering almost before you've walked a block. You've shoved your hands into your pockets and you turn the corner without looking up before running right into someone.
"Oi! Watch where you're going!" The man growls as he pushes you back. He's drunk if the sour smell of beer and whiskey lingering around him is anything to go by. His friends are equally lubricated with alcohol and you try to step around them. The thug grabs your arm and pulls you back roughly, "I think you need to apologize." His breath is foul, "Think you owe me a right apology." He grabs at your wrist and shoves it into his crotch, where the obviously limp whiskey dick pulses slightly. The squeak that he emits as you clench down on his testicles is almost as satisfying as the nearly bulging eyes on his face. One last yank and tug and he's falling to the ground gasping as his friends start towards you. An elbow to the face of one results in satisfying crunch and blood pouring while the other is on the ground unconscious after getting a knee first to the crotch then to the face as he doubled over. The exercise has you warmed up now, and you wave down a taxi at the next corner instead of walking the rest of the way home.
The door sticks as usual as you enter your flat and drop the keys by the door. You kick your boots off under the coffee table and begin peeling the leather and silk off as you head into the bathroom for a quick shower. The pill has nearly worn off as you shut the taps off and dry yourself before slipping into bed. He mumbles a bit, then rolls over and his arm falls heavily over you still asleep. His slow exhalation whispers against your ear as you close your eyes for the three hours before the alarm rings.
The alarm's blaring pulls you awake as quickly as it ever does and you reach over to slam the off switch. The other side of the bed is cold since he's already left for work. You wander into the bathroom and go through your morning ablutions and dressing. A quick inspection in the mirror shows nothing out of the ordinary and you wander into the kitchen to drink the orange juice that's been poured and eat the cold buttered toast that's been left for you before grabbing your keys and heading out.
The cog door rolled back and Ianto stepped through, his black pinstripe suit, aubergine shirt and matching tie somber but fashionable. Gwen sat at the couch in her black dress running a finger around the lip of a teacup. He nodded to her and she gave a small smile before he headed over to the kitchenette to make coffee. He filled the travel mugs and secured the lids before turning around to see Jack standing there in black and grey instead of blue and the air force greatcoat resting on his forearm. Jack looked at him, "Are we ready?"
Ianto nodded as Gwen pushed herself up from the couch, shouldering her purse before tugging her dress lightly into place. Ianto offered up the coffee to them both and followed behind as the exited through the cog door and headed to the lot where his car waited. The drive was short, and they each slipped their jackets on as they stepped onto the small boat that would take them to Flat Holm.
The benches had been made by a stone mason of the hardest granite available. They sat side by side behind the light house, looking out onto the small cove and into the Bristol Channel. The inscriptions, deep into the stone, were simple.
Toshiko Sato, Friend and Daughter
Owen Harper, Healer
Each bench had a hole bored through the top and down into the side. Gwen dropped three buttons from Owen's lab coat into his, then quickly dropped the fourth into the one for Tosh before turning away and covering her mouth with her hand. Ianto quietly placed Toshiko's reading glasses, heavily smudged because she never bothered to clean them and both ear bows covered in teeth marks from hours of contemplation in an case and placed them in hers, letting his hand rest for a moment on the surface. After a moment, he turned to the other bench and with a small grin dropped the small plastic Tintin and Snowy figurines into the hole and stepped back, letting Gwen rest her face against his shoulder. Jack held the stethoscope in his hands for a moment before letting it fall into the hole and then pushed the epoxy covered granite plug into the opening. He held the disabled sonic modulator to his chest then lowered it into the other hole before shoving the granite plug into that one. Jack turned and stepped back to Ianto and Gwen, standing behind them so he could wrap his arms around them both before saying quietly, "To absent friends."
After a few minutes, Gwen quietly turned away and said, "I'm going to visit with Helen for a while. Let me know when we're leaving." She quickly walked away, sobbing but the sound was carried away by the breeze.
Ianto stepped up to the benches and sat down on the edge of Tosh's so he could rest his hand on her name. Jack sat next to him on Owen's and reached out to entwine their fingers. They watched sea birds and the waves crash on the craggy rocks below for a few minutes in silence as Jack let his thumb rub over the back of Ianto's hand. Jack continued to look out to sea but said, "You were out late last night." Ianto grunted an affirmation. "Nothing wrong I hope?" Jack asked after turning to study Ianto carefully.
Ianto looked directly at Jack, "Just needed to clear my head."
Rating: R
Challenge: For the idfic Challenge at
flashfic_hub
Warnings: Post Series 2, sexual activity.
Summary: The id is the dark, inaccessible part of our personality.
The leather jeans haven't been out of the wardrobe in years, but they're just as skin tight as when originally purchased. Someone once described them as painted on, but that's the whole point behind them- that and they really do show your arse off magnificently. The mirror just confirms the your wares are truly on display as you undo one, then two more buttons from the silk shirt and ruffle your hair a bit more. One last nod and you're heading out. He's not there, so you just leave a quick note scrawled on a paper stuck to the telly.
Tiger Bay hasn't changed much since the last time you came here for a release. The old warehouses are a bit rougher than last time, but that only makes it easier to find. The deep thudding rhythm you're searching for is passing through the streets and the heels of your boots are thudding back in a call-reply pattern, slowly leading you to the location. The guy standing at the door gives a nod as you hand over a tenner and pushes open the door so you can head into the darkness. The thud is now engulfing, your heartbeat has matched the tempo before you even reach the second door and enter.
The press of human flesh swallows you as your sense are bombarded. The dance music is throbbing at the requisite 120 beats per minute and an unidentifiable diva's voice floats in and out of the electronica. It only takes a moment for the music to sweep you along with it, legs and arms moving of their own volition in your insulated bubble. The scent of human perspiration along with various colognes, perfumes, body sprays and shampoos assault you as you're drawn into the densely packed throngs. Your own scent is slowly blending with the collective odor as sweat begins to drip from your hair and stains slowly appear on the dark silk shirt that's now clinging wetly to skin. The flashing lights and glow-stick clad bodies around you blur together into blobs of indistinct colour as your lids fall to half mast and you let the music loosen the muscles.
Minutes, hours, days- a lifetime- passes as the music carries you along and then suddenly hard, muscular flesh is pressed firmly behind you and begins matching your movements. The dance evolves, as a hairy arm wraps around your chest while the other holds a tablet to your lips. With barely parted lips, your tongue peeks out and takes the chalky pill and gathers a faint trace of musk from the proffering finger. The first waves of numbness crest over you when a girl almost your height suddenly presses against your front. The bangles on her wrists stick against the soaked silk of your shirt and she presses an acid drop into your mouth before latching her lips over yours. The sharp lemon coats your tongue quickly and her tongue slips into your mouth, stealing the boiled sweet and pulling it back after the metal barbell in her tongue scrapes against your teeth. She's already leaning back, joining into the pulsing waves that you and the hard body behind you are riding. You let your tongue run over your lips and you can taste the faint trace of strawberry from her lip gloss. Sandwiched between them, you let a hand reach back to the hard muscles as a stubbled face suddenly is buried in your neck biting and soft curves crush against your front playfully nipping at your lips. She leans closer, pressing her chest firmly against yours and you catch the scent of mangoes coming from her hair. One of her hands is buried in long black hair that's falling from the head pressed into your neck and her other is snaking its way into your leather jeans. She whispers into the ear closest to the other head, "Now."
You're following her into a chill room, the DJ here is playing slower music and she pulls both of you towards the large pile of pillows and rugs. She turns around and looks at you, flipping the long candy floss pink locks of the wig she's wearing back over her shoulders and reaches for your shirt while leaning against a wall. You look from her to the muscles, he's dark with black eyes and hair, thick black hair covers his arms and is plastered down all over the skin exposed by his tank top. You reach out and let your fingers catch in the sweat soaked thatch on his chest and he smiles as he reaches forward and begins unbuttoning and peeling away your leather second skin. She's wearing a skirt that has wire in the hem to make it stand away like a hoop skirt so it's nothing for you to reach down and slide her knickers down and gain access. She's grinning widely as the man pulls you down onto your knees before laying himself down in front of you so he can access you. You lean forward and puff your breath onto her shaven crotch and she giggles until you lick a thumb and start slowly tracing her outer lips before slowly pressing your thumb softly against her clitoris. Her shudders match your own as the dark haired man has already began fingering and licking at you.
You let your fingers slowly sink into her as your thumb continues to make small circles on her clit and your other fingers rub along the her walls. A shock runs up your own spine and you gasp out as the man's ministrations have you quickening as the little pill's magic starts to hit you in full. Your quick exhalation has the girl shuddering and then she's already grunting and clenching as a small wash of moisture reaches your fingers. She grasps your wrist to keep your hand still and in place as she maximizes her own pleasure. You let your face rest against her as the man ramps up his attention and you are twitching from synapses firing at double speed and the smell of sex floods your nostrils. Before you even know it's happening, you're clutching at his hair, pressing him hard against you as you pant for breath and you orgasm ripples through every nerve ending. He's gasping as well and his breath cools your skin and pubic hair that's been trapped in the leather. With a final lick, he pushes away from you smiling and holds up a condom as you barely open one eye to look.
You slip your hand from the girl's thighs and lean away before slowly standing back up- only wobbling slightly. He stands as well and looks upset but you push him towards the girl who is more than willing. He's frowning, but you slide behind him, unbuttoning his trousers and pushing them down so his arse is exposed. You take the condom from him and tear the package open before rolling it slowly down his length. He's not huge; but as you slowly guide him into the girl, she doesn't have any complaints. After a few moments, they are lost in the oldest dance of all and you take the time to do up your leather jeans and button your shirt. You run a hand down her arm, then down the solid muscles of his back before turning away and leaving.
The cold air outside combined with the sweat covering you has you shivering almost before you've walked a block. You've shoved your hands into your pockets and you turn the corner without looking up before running right into someone.
"Oi! Watch where you're going!" The man growls as he pushes you back. He's drunk if the sour smell of beer and whiskey lingering around him is anything to go by. His friends are equally lubricated with alcohol and you try to step around them. The thug grabs your arm and pulls you back roughly, "I think you need to apologize." His breath is foul, "Think you owe me a right apology." He grabs at your wrist and shoves it into his crotch, where the obviously limp whiskey dick pulses slightly. The squeak that he emits as you clench down on his testicles is almost as satisfying as the nearly bulging eyes on his face. One last yank and tug and he's falling to the ground gasping as his friends start towards you. An elbow to the face of one results in satisfying crunch and blood pouring while the other is on the ground unconscious after getting a knee first to the crotch then to the face as he doubled over. The exercise has you warmed up now, and you wave down a taxi at the next corner instead of walking the rest of the way home.
The door sticks as usual as you enter your flat and drop the keys by the door. You kick your boots off under the coffee table and begin peeling the leather and silk off as you head into the bathroom for a quick shower. The pill has nearly worn off as you shut the taps off and dry yourself before slipping into bed. He mumbles a bit, then rolls over and his arm falls heavily over you still asleep. His slow exhalation whispers against your ear as you close your eyes for the three hours before the alarm rings.
The alarm's blaring pulls you awake as quickly as it ever does and you reach over to slam the off switch. The other side of the bed is cold since he's already left for work. You wander into the bathroom and go through your morning ablutions and dressing. A quick inspection in the mirror shows nothing out of the ordinary and you wander into the kitchen to drink the orange juice that's been poured and eat the cold buttered toast that's been left for you before grabbing your keys and heading out.
The cog door rolled back and Ianto stepped through, his black pinstripe suit, aubergine shirt and matching tie somber but fashionable. Gwen sat at the couch in her black dress running a finger around the lip of a teacup. He nodded to her and she gave a small smile before he headed over to the kitchenette to make coffee. He filled the travel mugs and secured the lids before turning around to see Jack standing there in black and grey instead of blue and the air force greatcoat resting on his forearm. Jack looked at him, "Are we ready?"
Ianto nodded as Gwen pushed herself up from the couch, shouldering her purse before tugging her dress lightly into place. Ianto offered up the coffee to them both and followed behind as the exited through the cog door and headed to the lot where his car waited. The drive was short, and they each slipped their jackets on as they stepped onto the small boat that would take them to Flat Holm.
The benches had been made by a stone mason of the hardest granite available. They sat side by side behind the light house, looking out onto the small cove and into the Bristol Channel. The inscriptions, deep into the stone, were simple.
Toshiko Sato, Friend and Daughter
Owen Harper, Healer
Each bench had a hole bored through the top and down into the side. Gwen dropped three buttons from Owen's lab coat into his, then quickly dropped the fourth into the one for Tosh before turning away and covering her mouth with her hand. Ianto quietly placed Toshiko's reading glasses, heavily smudged because she never bothered to clean them and both ear bows covered in teeth marks from hours of contemplation in an case and placed them in hers, letting his hand rest for a moment on the surface. After a moment, he turned to the other bench and with a small grin dropped the small plastic Tintin and Snowy figurines into the hole and stepped back, letting Gwen rest her face against his shoulder. Jack held the stethoscope in his hands for a moment before letting it fall into the hole and then pushed the epoxy covered granite plug into the opening. He held the disabled sonic modulator to his chest then lowered it into the other hole before shoving the granite plug into that one. Jack turned and stepped back to Ianto and Gwen, standing behind them so he could wrap his arms around them both before saying quietly, "To absent friends."
After a few minutes, Gwen quietly turned away and said, "I'm going to visit with Helen for a while. Let me know when we're leaving." She quickly walked away, sobbing but the sound was carried away by the breeze.
Ianto stepped up to the benches and sat down on the edge of Tosh's so he could rest his hand on her name. Jack sat next to him on Owen's and reached out to entwine their fingers. They watched sea birds and the waves crash on the craggy rocks below for a few minutes in silence as Jack let his thumb rub over the back of Ianto's hand. Jack continued to look out to sea but said, "You were out late last night." Ianto grunted an affirmation. "Nothing wrong I hope?" Jack asked after turning to study Ianto carefully.
Ianto looked directly at Jack, "Just needed to clear my head."