Torchwood: Torrid Tuesday Fic.
Jan. 16th, 2007 04:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
This is All Ianto's Fault. Srsly.
Title: Incognito.
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: Whatever passes for 'adult' in your part of the world - slash, generally smutty, d/s (forced crossdressing)
Spoilers: none
Summary: a de-facto follow up to Negotiation, the BDSM-talk-fic of doooom. The time for talk is done - in a manner of speaking - as Jack starts to get an inkling of what he let himself in for.
Part 1 of god knows how many pieces as fangrrl has fun turning Jack into a subbie. A second part has been drafted (working title: Exposed), and toppy!Ianto is suggested a third. Did I mention that today was probably the least productive workday of my life, and that includes the day after the Webbys when everyone was so hungover, the boss closed the office down?
Disclaimer: The Torchwood characters and setting aren't mine and are used without permission. If they were mine, we'd have seen something like the below about two weeks into the show's run.
As ever, feedback is appreciated, but not expected.
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***IANTO HAS LOGGED IN***
IANTO: So, you got the package I left?
JACK: Yes.
IANTO: Did you open it?
JACK: Yes.
IANTO: And did you follow the instructions?
JACK: Yes.
IANTO: Glad to hear it. How are you feeling?
JACK: Awkward.
IANTO: How so?
JACK: The first part wasnt so bad, but going to the bathroom earlier was a hell of an adventure. I think I'd rather pill Myfanwy than try to figure my way through all of that again.
IANTO: All of what?
JACK: You know.
IANTO: Yes, I do, but I want to see you say it.
JACK: Alright. A garter belt's bad enough, I'm sure, and they were never meant to be worn under trousers like this. I don't know how women do it.
IANTO: How do you feel?
JACK: I told you, a bit weirded out, but fine.
IANTO: Be more specific.
JACK: ...
IANTO: I know you're still there, I can see you at your desk.
JACK: Damn cameras. Give me a moment. It's not language I'm familiar with.
IANTO: I'm surprised. But that doesn't get you off the hook. Tell me.
JACK: It's strange. Everything's so smooth, almost slick. Like my legs are a funky kind of teflon. The fabric of my pants rubbing at the stockings feels really odd, as if my skin's *more* sensitive, despite the hose - more so than I expected, I mean. But the stockings keep the wool from being irritating so it's just...distracting. Really distracting.
IANTO: You've moved your monitor, Jack. Afraid of someone seeing this?
JACK: What do YOU think?
IANTO: Don't answer a question with a question. And you haven't answered mine. Are you afraid of someone seeing the chat window?
JACK: Yes.
IANTO: Good.
JACK: I'm glad you're pleased. :-P
IANTO: That's the point. And don't get smart.
JACK: Or what?
IANTO: Nice try, Jack. No.
JACK: Damn.
IANTO: Do you like how it feels?
JACK: It's strange, but kind of sensual, too. I could learn to like it, I guess... You're not going to make this a regular thing, are you?
IANTO: That's new. I've never seen you fidget, before. I like it - mostly because I know why you can't sit comfortably. Better hope the others don't notice, hm? I wonder what you'd tell them if they asked?
JACK: You're not going to answer my question, are you?
IANTO: When the time is right and not before.
JACK: That's me off liquids for the rest of the day, then.
IANTO: That's a decision you're free to make.
JACK: Maybe I'll decide to send the staff home early. You said I can get out of this rig after everyone's gone, right?
IANTO: To be accurate, what I said is that I'd take it off you after everyone's gone. If you're good.
JACK: Hot dog! Half day for everyone!
IANTO: Sorry, Jack. We've got a two-hour conference call with UNIT after lunch, the ongoing calm-down talk with the local homicide department and then Tosh is giving you an update on that tech they dredged up from the Mersey, last week. Sending everyone home with all the work that has to be done is hardly 'good'... Besides, I get hard whenever you walk by, knowing what's going on under those trousers, and I'm not going to give that up for a half-day off.
JACK: You ARE trying to kill me. Death-by-endless-erection.
IANTO: So you're turned on, too? Got a thing for tarty underwear, do you? Wish I could take the time to have you prove it, but my schedule's chockablock. Oh, btw, don't forget the Pm's security brief. I rescheduled it for 4PM today.
JACK: Oh, no... It's a conference call, right? I don't think I could face her in this. Tosh is one thing, but Harriet Jones? Ew!
IANTO: You look far sexier than that old cow would, trust me. Just be glad it's not a video conference. What happened to the unflappable man?
JACK: He discovered that garters chafe!
IANTO: Stop whinging. I'll make you a nice cup of tea, later.
JACK: I really hope that's a euphemism for something else.
IANTO: You'll find out. Eventually. And Jack?
JACK: What?
IANTO: if I see a ladder in those stockings at the end of the day, you're in trouble. You have no idea what I went through to find those in your size AND in silk.
***JACK HAS LOGGED OFF***
***
I might be looking for a beta/collaborator for Exposed, which is a regular prose tale in this, er, continuity. Drop a line to fangrrl_squees(at)livejournal(dot)com if you're interested.
Title: Incognito.
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: Whatever passes for 'adult' in your part of the world - slash, generally smutty, d/s (forced crossdressing)
Spoilers: none
Summary: a de-facto follow up to Negotiation, the BDSM-talk-fic of doooom. The time for talk is done - in a manner of speaking - as Jack starts to get an inkling of what he let himself in for.
Part 1 of god knows how many pieces as fangrrl has fun turning Jack into a subbie. A second part has been drafted (working title: Exposed), and toppy!Ianto is suggested a third. Did I mention that today was probably the least productive workday of my life, and that includes the day after the Webbys when everyone was so hungover, the boss closed the office down?
Disclaimer: The Torchwood characters and setting aren't mine and are used without permission. If they were mine, we'd have seen something like the below about two weeks into the show's run.
As ever, feedback is appreciated, but not expected.
***
***IANTO HAS LOGGED IN***
IANTO: So, you got the package I left?
JACK: Yes.
IANTO: Did you open it?
JACK: Yes.
IANTO: And did you follow the instructions?
JACK: Yes.
IANTO: Glad to hear it. How are you feeling?
JACK: Awkward.
IANTO: How so?
JACK: The first part wasnt so bad, but going to the bathroom earlier was a hell of an adventure. I think I'd rather pill Myfanwy than try to figure my way through all of that again.
IANTO: All of what?
JACK: You know.
IANTO: Yes, I do, but I want to see you say it.
JACK: Alright. A garter belt's bad enough, I'm sure, and they were never meant to be worn under trousers like this. I don't know how women do it.
IANTO: How do you feel?
JACK: I told you, a bit weirded out, but fine.
IANTO: Be more specific.
JACK: ...
IANTO: I know you're still there, I can see you at your desk.
JACK: Damn cameras. Give me a moment. It's not language I'm familiar with.
IANTO: I'm surprised. But that doesn't get you off the hook. Tell me.
JACK: It's strange. Everything's so smooth, almost slick. Like my legs are a funky kind of teflon. The fabric of my pants rubbing at the stockings feels really odd, as if my skin's *more* sensitive, despite the hose - more so than I expected, I mean. But the stockings keep the wool from being irritating so it's just...distracting. Really distracting.
IANTO: You've moved your monitor, Jack. Afraid of someone seeing this?
JACK: What do YOU think?
IANTO: Don't answer a question with a question. And you haven't answered mine. Are you afraid of someone seeing the chat window?
JACK: Yes.
IANTO: Good.
JACK: I'm glad you're pleased. :-P
IANTO: That's the point. And don't get smart.
JACK: Or what?
IANTO: Nice try, Jack. No.
JACK: Damn.
IANTO: Do you like how it feels?
JACK: It's strange, but kind of sensual, too. I could learn to like it, I guess... You're not going to make this a regular thing, are you?
IANTO: That's new. I've never seen you fidget, before. I like it - mostly because I know why you can't sit comfortably. Better hope the others don't notice, hm? I wonder what you'd tell them if they asked?
JACK: You're not going to answer my question, are you?
IANTO: When the time is right and not before.
JACK: That's me off liquids for the rest of the day, then.
IANTO: That's a decision you're free to make.
JACK: Maybe I'll decide to send the staff home early. You said I can get out of this rig after everyone's gone, right?
IANTO: To be accurate, what I said is that I'd take it off you after everyone's gone. If you're good.
JACK: Hot dog! Half day for everyone!
IANTO: Sorry, Jack. We've got a two-hour conference call with UNIT after lunch, the ongoing calm-down talk with the local homicide department and then Tosh is giving you an update on that tech they dredged up from the Mersey, last week. Sending everyone home with all the work that has to be done is hardly 'good'... Besides, I get hard whenever you walk by, knowing what's going on under those trousers, and I'm not going to give that up for a half-day off.
JACK: You ARE trying to kill me. Death-by-endless-erection.
IANTO: So you're turned on, too? Got a thing for tarty underwear, do you? Wish I could take the time to have you prove it, but my schedule's chockablock. Oh, btw, don't forget the Pm's security brief. I rescheduled it for 4PM today.
JACK: Oh, no... It's a conference call, right? I don't think I could face her in this. Tosh is one thing, but Harriet Jones? Ew!
IANTO: You look far sexier than that old cow would, trust me. Just be glad it's not a video conference. What happened to the unflappable man?
JACK: He discovered that garters chafe!
IANTO: Stop whinging. I'll make you a nice cup of tea, later.
JACK: I really hope that's a euphemism for something else.
IANTO: You'll find out. Eventually. And Jack?
JACK: What?
IANTO: if I see a ladder in those stockings at the end of the day, you're in trouble. You have no idea what I went through to find those in your size AND in silk.
***JACK HAS LOGGED OFF***
***
I might be looking for a beta/collaborator for Exposed, which is a regular prose tale in this, er, continuity. Drop a line to fangrrl_squees(at)livejournal(dot)com if you're interested.
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Date: 2007-01-17 04:32 am (UTC)At least, er, it wasn't. Maybe I missed a memo...
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Date: 2007-01-17 04:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-17 04:08 am (UTC)*artless whistle*
The immediate follow-up - the end of that day - is already in first draft. I need to go paper over a few cracks and it'll be ready to go. Probably within the next hour or so.
Toppy!Ianto is, it seems, incorrigable.
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Date: 2007-01-17 04:09 am (UTC)I was wearing my RP-skin just now, obviously. Sorry for any weirdness. :)
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Date: 2007-01-17 06:50 am (UTC)And, to further weird things out, I really didn't want to foist the stereotypical dom thing on Ianto. I mean, suspension of disbelief is one thing, but I draw the line at trying to envision him in some leather-daddy harness, y'know?
*giggles maniacally at the very thought*
So, continuing this theme is going to be a challenge. Fun, but a challenge.
Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2007-01-17 03:56 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-01-17 06:20 pm (UTC)Alas, I can't go trawling for same until I get home from the office.
In the meantime, toppy!Ianto has done his level best to derail my day already. I must admit, he's succeeding.
*scurries off to rewrite draft of next bit. And the bit after that. And possibly the bit after that.*
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Date: 2007-01-17 06:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-17 04:48 am (UTC)*ahem* what i mean to say, of course, is ...
*omglolyay*!@##@%!
*ahem* yeah....
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Date: 2007-01-17 07:54 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-01-17 02:40 pm (UTC)I've had some grumbles - during the meta phase of all this - that surely it's impossible to make Jack, of all people, feel awkward.
It's difficult, I'll admit (particularly as I'm at just about the opposite end of the scale from that lad and can get red-faced just *thinking* about this stuff) but it's not impossible. Thank heavens my inner!Ianto is far wickeder than I am. :)
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Date: 2007-01-21 01:58 pm (UTC)And second I LOVE this series. It's really good. Can't wait for more.
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Date: 2007-11-28 06:58 pm (UTC)Incognito et Ianto
Date: 2009-07-25 11:56 pm (UTC)Johanne