Comment!ficlets
Title: Comment!ficlets
Description : a compilation of comment!fic I wrote lately
Genre: crack, smut, fluff and angst
Rating: everything from G to NC-17
Warnings: none really
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: Neither Torchwood, nor Doctor Who or Merlin belong to me but the BBC, I'm just borrowing.
Author's notes: In this compilation: 10 comment!drabbles from a drabble!meme on my journal and two reworked comment!porn ficlets written for the Doctor Who/Torchwood Porn Battle hosted by 51stcenturyfox and cruentum. The subsequent prompts are in the brackets behind the titles. Enjoy :3
1. Minor Telepathy(NC-17;Jack/Ianto; Telepathy,Plass,Toys)
At times Ianto does wonder whether 51st century men, apart from their apparently unfair trait to smell good in almost every situation (sweaty, muddy, slightly dislocated or just generally squashed underneath a big stinking mass of alien matter) don't happen to be slightly telepathic too.
One could argue about the practical uses of minor telepathy from an evolutional point of view, cause if Jack was a full on telepath(God beware) he must be the worst telepath there ever was. Otherwise Ianto couldn't explain Jack's (at times) lacking knowledge of human nature. Then again, it isn't always Jack's head which makes the decisions, which could be considered an overall recreationally effective trait if it just wouldn't happen to get him killed on a constant basis. Good thing then that he can't shag himself to death, or Ianto might think about taking the killing part into his own hands.
But then again there are these moments where fuck Jack seems to know exactly when to push this ohmyfuckinggod remote control button to turn something as simple as a stroll over the Plass into something positively non boring. Not that Ianto expected anything different when he found the remote controlled vibrator and a small tube of cherry flavoured lube tied together by a red ribbon in-between his to-do-folders (yes, Jack's advances tend to be subtle as that on times) Haah. Ianto's hand grip the heavy fabric of Jack's coat sleeve. Typical of Jack to use it naahaaanow amidst a crowd of unassuming people. Fuck. Not that Ianto happens to be a covert exhibitionist but ohshitohshitohshitohshit there is no denying his...aerh...growing troubles with coordination.
It's a good thing that Jack sneaks his arm around Ianto's waist to support him the very moment before Ianto totally loses control of his legs. Minor telepathy. It's rather bad that Jack holds his lips to Ianto's right ear, almost close enough to touch, sneaking his hmmpf tongue to wet these positively debauched lips, close enough for Ianto to feel its movements and nnngggh keeps whispering 101 x-rated ways to punish him for his naughty, naughty behaviour. "Haah." Ianto manages to drag Jack into the tourist office before he publicly embarrasses himself.
Now having Jack beneath him, hard, wanting and restrained with his own shirt in the darkness of a rarely used supply room, Ianto has to give one thing to Jack's minor telepathy: It usually gets Jack what he wants. Too bad for him that Ianto does happen to nurture a minor sadistic streak which turns each of Jack's attempts for a quick shag into a long, sweaty and torturous session. During which Ianto constantly reacquaints himself with the strange cinnamon-lime-y taste of Jack's burning and glistening skin, the thumping sound of Jack's heart beat, the feel of streched and twitching muscle beneath his fingers. Getting better with each. "Oh, ohyestthatsIT." Hard. "Haaah." Languid. "FuckdoTHATagain." And excruciatingly slow. "OhyesohyespleasepleasemoreIANTO!" Thrust. And even then Ianto won't let him come until Jack is thoroughly fucked, boneless and literally sobbing with want. Ianto likes to watch each change in Jack's face when he makes Jack come so hard that he can't be used for anything else than lazy snuggling in his cot, preferably with Ianto as his cushion of choice.
Not that Jack seems to mind.
2. Need a Ride? (PG-13;Jack/Ianto; New Car)
"Right, Jack, I don't see why I can't go and buy a new car on my own."
"And I don't see why you have to buy a new car at all."
"Well, in case you forgot, you drove my car over a cliff."
"I apologized for that already and you know I wouldn't have to lure them over the cliff if someone hadn't insulted that prince in the first place."
"I didn't-you know what? You're right, I'm sorry, but I need a new car."
"I can drive you."
"Jack, we've talked about this, haven't we? I can't have you playing chauffeur for me all the time."
"Why not? I like playing chauffeur for you."
"...yeah, amongst other things..."
"Oy, who dragged my ass on the backseat of the SUV after that..."
"Alright. I get it. We're probably both to blame that I can't sit in that car for five minutes straight without getting a raging hard on."
"Well, it's five minutes for you. I on the other hand..."
"Okay, okay I get it."
"Aww, you look cute when you blush."
"Why were you accompanying me again?"
"Someone's got to test the padding of the backseats."
"Fuck."
"Maybe later." >:D
3. Avant Garde(PG-13;Jack/Ianto;'What the hell is that?')
Whenever it came down to Jack's (slightly weird) kinks, Ianto Jones considered himself a really open minded man.
Alright, there had been a moment's hesitation when Jack turned up with the neon spandex and yes he still didn't see what Jack liked about that fake handlebar moustache but Ianto rolled with them all in the end. Somewhere in the back of his mind he always trusted Jack when it came down to sex.
That was until Jack showed up with this scary(please emphasize the "scary") box... Was that a tentacle?
"Jack..."
"Yes handsome?"
"What the hell is that?"
4.Signs of Possession(PG-13;Jack/Ianto; possessive!Jack, marking)
Teeth burying into tense muscle. Sinking deeper with each gasp. The pain grows stronger, Jack almost breaks skin. Tears burn Ianto's drying eyes as the aching sting reaches his chest.
The pain stops. Lips kiss the tears from his cheeks, a thumb brushes over the sore mark on his neck, soothes the strained flesh.
He is Jack's.
That's what the mark tells everyone who bothers to see. A mark Jack refreshes each time he considers it necessary. Showing the world just whom Ianto belongs to and tying Jack to him as long as it stays.
5.Floating(PG-13;Jack/Ianto;naked,happy and drunk!Ianto,pool)
As light as a feather Ianto floats in a pool of angelic lights. Floating...it almost feels like flying and there is no big difference really, except for the water, because the water is what makes the whole body floaty. Ianto is happy, the water is warm, the stars sparkle above his head and all the worries are somewhere out of sight.
"Jack." He drawls as he spots the familiar face. Jack is smiling with his lips, of course he is smiling, the world is good. Everything's great because otherwise Ianto wouldn't be floating and the lights wouldn't shine so softly around him.
"You're drunk, Ianto." Floating... "Please come out."
"Naaah, come in here, 's great!" Ianto hears two heavy thuds shortly followed by a loud splash and he laughs because it's funny, the whole world turned funny and Ianto is naked. Way too funny. Ianto is still chortling to himself when Jack reaches him, still dressed in his clothes sans boots but otherwise in full captain mode.
"You're wet." Ianto mumbles, still laughing because there is nothing funnier than Jack's coat, totally drenched.
Jack pulls him into his arms and his fully soaked chest and droplets of wetness drip on Ianto's face just shortly before he feels himself pressed against Jack's wet and warm body. Ianto sighs into the kiss Jack places on his forehead. No dead children, no blood, no stains...
"I've got a fresh set of clothes for you."
Ianto smiles, wiping the wetness from his face. Just in this place, in Jack's arms and at this very moment the world is good.
6. Cross(PG-13;Jack/Ianto;Jack trying to kiss his way out of trouble)
Ianto Jones is cross. Truth be told, he has every right to be cross after Jack's latest stunt.
But. kiss That's. kiss Not. kiss His kiss Sole. kiss Reason. kiss For. kiss Harbouring. kiss This. kiss Certain. kiss Kind. kiss Of. kiss Cross-ness.kiss
"My place?"
Ianto can barely hide a smile in the face of Jack's hopeful and wide-puppy-eyed-forgive-me-pwease-pout of doom. He knows that soon before long this expression is going to turn into Jack's infamous I-want-you-in-my-pants-leer...
"Nope. Still mad at you."
Ianto walks away, knowing that Jack is going to seek for him later. Even more worried and a lot more repentant. He also knows that teasing Jack like this is not entirely fair. But finding himself pressed against the closest flat surface, Jack's tongue so deep down his throat that he actually might taste some testicle, Ianto knows that he couldn't worry less about his morally questionable behaviour.
Even so, Jack never managed to shag his way to forgiveness. Doesn't mean that he doesn't try though.
7.Unlikely Companionship(G;Rhys,Tosh)
Rhys stared at the pretty young woman next to him. She hadn't moved for hours except from her limber set of fingers which practically flew over the keyboard of her notebook. Toshiko Sato wasn't paying him any notice at all. "Ah, what's going on, Rhys?"
Shit. "Eerh, I just need to go to the loo."
Toshiko sighed and rolled her eyes. "Again?"
"Sorry, I can't help it, there's nothing much left for me to do except drinking."
"Fine, but please make it fast. I've almost cracked the algorithm of these cuffs." Tosh shut her notebook and followed Rhys who was leading the way to the men's room.
First changed into a rat, then chased by a pterodactyl and now chained to Gwen's colleague... Rhys flinched at the croak of the passing pterodactyl lady. This was definitely going to the last time he agreed on meeting Gwen at work.
8. Hustle, Slave, Hustle(Ianto,Tosh,hats)
"So, please remind me: why am I doing this again?" Ianto huffed, struggling to keep the hilariously huge amount of hat boxes on his arms in check.
"Because they look fabulous on me." Tosh smirked as she set eyes on the next boutique. "And because of the CCTV material you want me to erase from my hard drive."
Ianto groaned, remembering and cursing that particular night alike. Never again, Ianto swore to himself, he was going to engage in a drinking contest with Jack and let Owen drive him home afterwards.
"Hustle!"
Never again.
9. Territorial (G;Owen, Ianto, Ianto's first day)
Owen Harper knew one thing for sure: He couldn't stand the new guy. He couldn't stand the stickuphisarse-suit and the gelled back immaculateness and he definitely didn't like the way he managed to snake himself into the hearts of the girls and Jack through smiles and cheap flattery and most of all he didn't like - a deep moan escaped from Owen's lips after a sip of butler boys coffee. Maybe the new guy wasn't that bad after all. As long as he kept making this coffee and as long as he kept his fingers to himself. Or Jack.
10. So Much For Breakfast(PG-13;Owen, Donna and a cameo by the 10th Doctor)
"Oy! Skinny boy! What do you think you're doing?"
Low sugared, hungry and slightly hurt in his feelings Owen spun around. "Who do you call skinny?"
"You, obviously." The red haired woman snapped. "Or do you see any other skinny men in here?"
She followed Owen's eyes to the nerdy and slightly strangely clothed man who was currently busy licking the wooden bar top, adding. "Well, he doesn't count. Anyway, I wouldn't eat that sandwich if I were you."
Owen frowned at the sandwich in his hands. Two slices of bread, mustard, chicken breast and salad, perfectly harmless...kind of. He didn't really know how to react when the crazy woman snatched it from his hands and started to pet it. "I won't let you hurt it!"
"Listen Lady, I don't know what your problem is but this is just a bloody sandwich for God's sake!"
"Is it?" She blinked first at him and then at the sandwich for a couple of moments. " 'f course it is! You know what? I like your sandwich. Take this tenner and go buy yourself another one, keep the rest, bye!" And with these words she shoved Owen out through the entrance of the Deli.
Owen blinked at the money, then at the entrance, shook his head and walked away, muttering to himself about the recent increase of crazies in the city. He never saw the blinding flash of light which followed just minutes later or the rather hurried exit of the two sandwich hugging crazies. Probably for the better.
11.In The Spur of a Moment (NC-17;Jack/9th Doctor,Telepathy)
Jack gasps at this sudden sensation, this peculiar feeling of intrusion as he spears Jack with two fingers and mind. The pushes are little bit rough but nothing beyond of Jack is used to. It's the other intrusion which knocks all the remaining air from his lungs because he is there, everywhere, in his head, in his memories while the Doctor hits that spot and Jack sobs, begging him to stop in one breath and begging for more during the next. More please. Even if it hurts. He is gripping Jack's cock now. Stroking, hard and fast and there, seeing what should remain unseen. Thick clouds of smoke obscuring his sight. Losing grip of one he - Father. Soiled. Boneless. Dead. Squeezing the feverish flesh. Stroking faster and nipping - oh - there, yeah, that's the right spot. Mom. Crying. Darkness. Heat. Fire, too much fire. No!. Swiping a thumb around the slick head, godknowswhichone and filling Jack, invading Jack, biting Jack.
"Aaaaah!" Jack gasps into his arm to the unsteady sound of slapslapslap, while the Doctor penetrates him in more than just one way. Merciless trails of tears bite the burning skin of Jack's face. It is all Jack asked for when he cornered the Time Lord in a darker back part of the TARDIS and SO much more... Each experienced sensation, each memory, hidden, repressed, cherished, bubbling deep in the pit of his stomach, teasing, shivering, spreads into each and every aching cell of Jack's trembling body along with the Doctor. It hurts more than anything he ever experienced and feels good in a way beyond anything he ever experienced. The intensity of it ripples through each muscle in Jack's stomach as he comes with a stifled cry.
The Doctor kisses Jack one last time on his half bared shoulder before he steps aside, tucks himself back in and reaches Jack a hand to help him up. It’s typical that Jack’s clothes are ripped to parts and that he is the only one naked in this little back room while the Doctor already looks like he could kick some villain’s butt with his sonic screwdriver. Both know that this encounter was and never could be more than a one-off but even so none of both is beyond an awkward little post coital smile.
Jack takes the offered hand.
This all might have happened out of the spur of a moment, Jack might have been nothing but a temporary sex toy for the Doctor, something to release whatever it was that had been bubbling away beneath the Doctor's surface ever since or maybe even before Jack met him, but for the first time in years he feels something different than loneliness.
12. Sadist Idiot(hard R; Merlin/Arthur, pleasure enhancing spell)
"Merlin, oh, oh... stop that!"
Arthur glared at Merlin who just blinked innocently at the prince. "Stop what, Milord?"
"Nnnhaah...THAT!"
A sly grin spread over Merlin's lips as he leant forward to breathe the answer over Arthur's oversensitive skin. "But I'm not even touching you, Milord. I'm only breathing."
Arthur cursed himself for allowing Merlin to try this "Hnnngh." spell, he cursed Merlin and his absolutely inappropriate sadism in the face of-"Aaaagh!"
Merlin loved to watch Arthur coming undone, layer by layer. He filed the spell under 'to use again' as he traced the trembling muscles of Arthur's stomach with his tongue.
He couldn't help another smirk when Arthur clawed his hair, pulling him up for a wanton kiss. He was definitely going to use this spell again.
Wow, 12 ficlets. I hope you enjoyed them.
Feedback would be love and cookies! <3
Description : a compilation of comment!fic I wrote lately
Genre: crack, smut, fluff and angst
Rating: everything from G to NC-17
Warnings: none really
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: Neither Torchwood, nor Doctor Who or Merlin belong to me but the BBC, I'm just borrowing.
Author's notes: In this compilation: 10 comment!drabbles from a drabble!meme on my journal and two reworked comment!porn ficlets written for the Doctor Who/Torchwood Porn Battle hosted by 51stcenturyfox and cruentum. The subsequent prompts are in the brackets behind the titles. Enjoy :3
1. Minor Telepathy(NC-17;Jack/Ianto; Telepathy,Plass,Toys)
At times Ianto does wonder whether 51st century men, apart from their apparently unfair trait to smell good in almost every situation (sweaty, muddy, slightly dislocated or just generally squashed underneath a big stinking mass of alien matter) don't happen to be slightly telepathic too.
One could argue about the practical uses of minor telepathy from an evolutional point of view, cause if Jack was a full on telepath(God beware) he must be the worst telepath there ever was. Otherwise Ianto couldn't explain Jack's (at times) lacking knowledge of human nature. Then again, it isn't always Jack's head which makes the decisions, which could be considered an overall recreationally effective trait if it just wouldn't happen to get him killed on a constant basis. Good thing then that he can't shag himself to death, or Ianto might think about taking the killing part into his own hands.
But then again there are these moments where fuck Jack seems to know exactly when to push this ohmyfuckinggod remote control button to turn something as simple as a stroll over the Plass into something positively non boring. Not that Ianto expected anything different when he found the remote controlled vibrator and a small tube of cherry flavoured lube tied together by a red ribbon in-between his to-do-folders (yes, Jack's advances tend to be subtle as that on times) Haah. Ianto's hand grip the heavy fabric of Jack's coat sleeve. Typical of Jack to use it naahaaanow amidst a crowd of unassuming people. Fuck. Not that Ianto happens to be a covert exhibitionist but ohshitohshitohshitohshit there is no denying his...aerh...growing troubles with coordination.
It's a good thing that Jack sneaks his arm around Ianto's waist to support him the very moment before Ianto totally loses control of his legs. Minor telepathy. It's rather bad that Jack holds his lips to Ianto's right ear, almost close enough to touch, sneaking his hmmpf tongue to wet these positively debauched lips, close enough for Ianto to feel its movements and nnngggh keeps whispering 101 x-rated ways to punish him for his naughty, naughty behaviour. "Haah." Ianto manages to drag Jack into the tourist office before he publicly embarrasses himself.
Now having Jack beneath him, hard, wanting and restrained with his own shirt in the darkness of a rarely used supply room, Ianto has to give one thing to Jack's minor telepathy: It usually gets Jack what he wants. Too bad for him that Ianto does happen to nurture a minor sadistic streak which turns each of Jack's attempts for a quick shag into a long, sweaty and torturous session. During which Ianto constantly reacquaints himself with the strange cinnamon-lime-y taste of Jack's burning and glistening skin, the thumping sound of Jack's heart beat, the feel of streched and twitching muscle beneath his fingers. Getting better with each. "Oh, ohyestthatsIT." Hard. "Haaah." Languid. "FuckdoTHATagain." And excruciatingly slow. "OhyesohyespleasepleasemoreIANTO!" Thrust. And even then Ianto won't let him come until Jack is thoroughly fucked, boneless and literally sobbing with want. Ianto likes to watch each change in Jack's face when he makes Jack come so hard that he can't be used for anything else than lazy snuggling in his cot, preferably with Ianto as his cushion of choice.
Not that Jack seems to mind.
2. Need a Ride? (PG-13;Jack/Ianto; New Car)
"Right, Jack, I don't see why I can't go and buy a new car on my own."
"And I don't see why you have to buy a new car at all."
"Well, in case you forgot, you drove my car over a cliff."
"I apologized for that already and you know I wouldn't have to lure them over the cliff if someone hadn't insulted that prince in the first place."
"I didn't-you know what? You're right, I'm sorry, but I need a new car."
"I can drive you."
"Jack, we've talked about this, haven't we? I can't have you playing chauffeur for me all the time."
"Why not? I like playing chauffeur for you."
"...yeah, amongst other things..."
"Oy, who dragged my ass on the backseat of the SUV after that..."
"Alright. I get it. We're probably both to blame that I can't sit in that car for five minutes straight without getting a raging hard on."
"Well, it's five minutes for you. I on the other hand..."
"Okay, okay I get it."
"Aww, you look cute when you blush."
"Why were you accompanying me again?"
"Someone's got to test the padding of the backseats."
"Fuck."
"Maybe later." >:D
3. Avant Garde(PG-13;Jack/Ianto;'What the hell is that?')
Whenever it came down to Jack's (slightly weird) kinks, Ianto Jones considered himself a really open minded man.
Alright, there had been a moment's hesitation when Jack turned up with the neon spandex and yes he still didn't see what Jack liked about that fake handlebar moustache but Ianto rolled with them all in the end. Somewhere in the back of his mind he always trusted Jack when it came down to sex.
That was until Jack showed up with this scary(please emphasize the "scary") box... Was that a tentacle?
"Jack..."
"Yes handsome?"
"What the hell is that?"
4.Signs of Possession(PG-13;Jack/Ianto; possessive!Jack, marking)
Teeth burying into tense muscle. Sinking deeper with each gasp. The pain grows stronger, Jack almost breaks skin. Tears burn Ianto's drying eyes as the aching sting reaches his chest.
The pain stops. Lips kiss the tears from his cheeks, a thumb brushes over the sore mark on his neck, soothes the strained flesh.
He is Jack's.
That's what the mark tells everyone who bothers to see. A mark Jack refreshes each time he considers it necessary. Showing the world just whom Ianto belongs to and tying Jack to him as long as it stays.
5.Floating(PG-13;Jack/Ianto;naked,happy and drunk!Ianto,pool)
As light as a feather Ianto floats in a pool of angelic lights. Floating...it almost feels like flying and there is no big difference really, except for the water, because the water is what makes the whole body floaty. Ianto is happy, the water is warm, the stars sparkle above his head and all the worries are somewhere out of sight.
"Jack." He drawls as he spots the familiar face. Jack is smiling with his lips, of course he is smiling, the world is good. Everything's great because otherwise Ianto wouldn't be floating and the lights wouldn't shine so softly around him.
"You're drunk, Ianto." Floating... "Please come out."
"Naaah, come in here, 's great!" Ianto hears two heavy thuds shortly followed by a loud splash and he laughs because it's funny, the whole world turned funny and Ianto is naked. Way too funny. Ianto is still chortling to himself when Jack reaches him, still dressed in his clothes sans boots but otherwise in full captain mode.
"You're wet." Ianto mumbles, still laughing because there is nothing funnier than Jack's coat, totally drenched.
Jack pulls him into his arms and his fully soaked chest and droplets of wetness drip on Ianto's face just shortly before he feels himself pressed against Jack's wet and warm body. Ianto sighs into the kiss Jack places on his forehead. No dead children, no blood, no stains...
"I've got a fresh set of clothes for you."
Ianto smiles, wiping the wetness from his face. Just in this place, in Jack's arms and at this very moment the world is good.
6. Cross(PG-13;Jack/Ianto;Jack trying to kiss his way out of trouble)
Ianto Jones is cross. Truth be told, he has every right to be cross after Jack's latest stunt.
But. kiss That's. kiss Not. kiss His kiss Sole. kiss Reason. kiss For. kiss Harbouring. kiss This. kiss Certain. kiss Kind. kiss Of. kiss Cross-ness.kiss
"My place?"
Ianto can barely hide a smile in the face of Jack's hopeful and wide-puppy-eyed-forgive-me-pwease-pout of doom. He knows that soon before long this expression is going to turn into Jack's infamous I-want-you-in-my-pants-leer...
"Nope. Still mad at you."
Ianto walks away, knowing that Jack is going to seek for him later. Even more worried and a lot more repentant. He also knows that teasing Jack like this is not entirely fair. But finding himself pressed against the closest flat surface, Jack's tongue so deep down his throat that he actually might taste some testicle, Ianto knows that he couldn't worry less about his morally questionable behaviour.
Even so, Jack never managed to shag his way to forgiveness. Doesn't mean that he doesn't try though.
7.Unlikely Companionship(G;Rhys,Tosh)
Rhys stared at the pretty young woman next to him. She hadn't moved for hours except from her limber set of fingers which practically flew over the keyboard of her notebook. Toshiko Sato wasn't paying him any notice at all. "Ah, what's going on, Rhys?"
Shit. "Eerh, I just need to go to the loo."
Toshiko sighed and rolled her eyes. "Again?"
"Sorry, I can't help it, there's nothing much left for me to do except drinking."
"Fine, but please make it fast. I've almost cracked the algorithm of these cuffs." Tosh shut her notebook and followed Rhys who was leading the way to the men's room.
First changed into a rat, then chased by a pterodactyl and now chained to Gwen's colleague... Rhys flinched at the croak of the passing pterodactyl lady. This was definitely going to the last time he agreed on meeting Gwen at work.
8. Hustle, Slave, Hustle(Ianto,Tosh,hats)
"So, please remind me: why am I doing this again?" Ianto huffed, struggling to keep the hilariously huge amount of hat boxes on his arms in check.
"Because they look fabulous on me." Tosh smirked as she set eyes on the next boutique. "And because of the CCTV material you want me to erase from my hard drive."
Ianto groaned, remembering and cursing that particular night alike. Never again, Ianto swore to himself, he was going to engage in a drinking contest with Jack and let Owen drive him home afterwards.
"Hustle!"
Never again.
9. Territorial (G;Owen, Ianto, Ianto's first day)
Owen Harper knew one thing for sure: He couldn't stand the new guy. He couldn't stand the stickuphisarse-suit and the gelled back immaculateness and he definitely didn't like the way he managed to snake himself into the hearts of the girls and Jack through smiles and cheap flattery and most of all he didn't like - a deep moan escaped from Owen's lips after a sip of butler boys coffee. Maybe the new guy wasn't that bad after all. As long as he kept making this coffee and as long as he kept his fingers to himself. Or Jack.
10. So Much For Breakfast(PG-13;Owen, Donna and a cameo by the 10th Doctor)
"Oy! Skinny boy! What do you think you're doing?"
Low sugared, hungry and slightly hurt in his feelings Owen spun around. "Who do you call skinny?"
"You, obviously." The red haired woman snapped. "Or do you see any other skinny men in here?"
She followed Owen's eyes to the nerdy and slightly strangely clothed man who was currently busy licking the wooden bar top, adding. "Well, he doesn't count. Anyway, I wouldn't eat that sandwich if I were you."
Owen frowned at the sandwich in his hands. Two slices of bread, mustard, chicken breast and salad, perfectly harmless...kind of. He didn't really know how to react when the crazy woman snatched it from his hands and started to pet it. "I won't let you hurt it!"
"Listen Lady, I don't know what your problem is but this is just a bloody sandwich for God's sake!"
"Is it?" She blinked first at him and then at the sandwich for a couple of moments. " 'f course it is! You know what? I like your sandwich. Take this tenner and go buy yourself another one, keep the rest, bye!" And with these words she shoved Owen out through the entrance of the Deli.
Owen blinked at the money, then at the entrance, shook his head and walked away, muttering to himself about the recent increase of crazies in the city. He never saw the blinding flash of light which followed just minutes later or the rather hurried exit of the two sandwich hugging crazies. Probably for the better.
11.In The Spur of a Moment (NC-17;Jack/9th Doctor,Telepathy)
Jack gasps at this sudden sensation, this peculiar feeling of intrusion as he spears Jack with two fingers and mind. The pushes are little bit rough but nothing beyond of Jack is used to. It's the other intrusion which knocks all the remaining air from his lungs because he is there, everywhere, in his head, in his memories while the Doctor hits that spot and Jack sobs, begging him to stop in one breath and begging for more during the next. More please. Even if it hurts. He is gripping Jack's cock now. Stroking, hard and fast and there, seeing what should remain unseen. Thick clouds of smoke obscuring his sight. Losing grip of one he - Father. Soiled. Boneless. Dead. Squeezing the feverish flesh. Stroking faster and nipping - oh - there, yeah, that's the right spot. Mom. Crying. Darkness. Heat. Fire, too much fire. No!. Swiping a thumb around the slick head, godknowswhichone and filling Jack, invading Jack, biting Jack.
"Aaaaah!" Jack gasps into his arm to the unsteady sound of slapslapslap, while the Doctor penetrates him in more than just one way. Merciless trails of tears bite the burning skin of Jack's face. It is all Jack asked for when he cornered the Time Lord in a darker back part of the TARDIS and SO much more... Each experienced sensation, each memory, hidden, repressed, cherished, bubbling deep in the pit of his stomach, teasing, shivering, spreads into each and every aching cell of Jack's trembling body along with the Doctor. It hurts more than anything he ever experienced and feels good in a way beyond anything he ever experienced. The intensity of it ripples through each muscle in Jack's stomach as he comes with a stifled cry.
The Doctor kisses Jack one last time on his half bared shoulder before he steps aside, tucks himself back in and reaches Jack a hand to help him up. It’s typical that Jack’s clothes are ripped to parts and that he is the only one naked in this little back room while the Doctor already looks like he could kick some villain’s butt with his sonic screwdriver. Both know that this encounter was and never could be more than a one-off but even so none of both is beyond an awkward little post coital smile.
Jack takes the offered hand.
This all might have happened out of the spur of a moment, Jack might have been nothing but a temporary sex toy for the Doctor, something to release whatever it was that had been bubbling away beneath the Doctor's surface ever since or maybe even before Jack met him, but for the first time in years he feels something different than loneliness.
12. Sadist Idiot(hard R; Merlin/Arthur, pleasure enhancing spell)
"Merlin, oh, oh... stop that!"
Arthur glared at Merlin who just blinked innocently at the prince. "Stop what, Milord?"
"Nnnhaah...THAT!"
A sly grin spread over Merlin's lips as he leant forward to breathe the answer over Arthur's oversensitive skin. "But I'm not even touching you, Milord. I'm only breathing."
Arthur cursed himself for allowing Merlin to try this "Hnnngh." spell, he cursed Merlin and his absolutely inappropriate sadism in the face of-"Aaaagh!"
Merlin loved to watch Arthur coming undone, layer by layer. He filed the spell under 'to use again' as he traced the trembling muscles of Arthur's stomach with his tongue.
He couldn't help another smirk when Arthur clawed his hair, pulling him up for a wanton kiss. He was definitely going to use this spell again.
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