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Title: The Morning After
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Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack/Ianto
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Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine, no claims, all property of the BBC.
Notes: Cross-posted to my Dreamwidth account, my lj, and to tw100.
The Morning After
Uncharacteristically, Ianto woke late, exhausted. He blinked at flashes of dreams... no, memories.... of last night.
"I want something different," he'd said to Jack. "Something on the wild side."
Jack grinned. "Okay."
It wasn't Retcon that put sharp edges on memories, made them a shifting kaleidescope of sensation. Not just the perception-enhancement drugs. Not just sensory experimentation- musky oils, thumping music. Not just textures- feathers? chains? ice? Not just the lust that grew under Jack's mouth and hands and positioning. Himself screaming, moaning, shivering, begging, cursing, demanding.
Ianto picked up his mobile. A message from Jack. WANT MORE?
Ianto smiled.