Touché d’Artagnan! Nine/Rose, Jack, Gwen, Ianto, R, 3,011w.
Excerpt: As his eyes adjust, he sees a writhing mass of bodies on the floor, strategically placed on piles of rugs and pillows on the floor. Then, over the din of faceless bodies groaning in ecstasy, he hears the unexpected sharp, tinny sound of metal clanging against metal-and over that,
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