Agent Fox Mulder (i_want_2) wrote in multi_fiction, @ 2008-03-27 21:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | au, rated: adult, slash, torchwood |
Fic: Cybering 1/1 Torchwood.
Title: Cybering
Author: Lopaka Tanu
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood.
Characters: Ianto, Jack, Gwen, Owen, Tosh
Words: 904
Prompt: TK made me do it.
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Ianto/Owen, Ianto/Lisa.
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Language, Violence, Sexual Situation.
Summary: Lonely, Android Ianto finds comfort else where.
Author's Note: Crack spoilers for Cyberwoman.
Series/Sequel: Follow Up to Ianto v.3.02.
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Warning: Occasionally, when your Android Ianto feels neglected, they may seek out companionship else where. This is never permanent and easily resolved by reaffirming your imprinting with your Android Ianto. Please remember, as with all things considering the emotional well being of your Android Ianto, grace and tact are recommended.
"Oh, my sweet Lisa." Running the rag gently over the silver casing of the Leesa 300 series coffee maker, Ianto polished it in a circular motion. He removed the rag only long enough to apply more cleaning solution. Then it was right back rubbing in another location.
A few feet away, Jack was leaned back against the hub's kitchen doorway. He watched the android's slow, methodical movements. One hand slid down his abs, the other held a cup of coffee he sipped from. Hearing footsteps coming, he held up a finger to his lips.
Gwen was about to ask why until she heard an obscene moan. Turning slowly, her cheeks coloring, she found the source.
Ianto had gone from polishing the outside of the coffee machine, and was now slowly taking it apart. Raising the steam pipe from the cap, he slid his fingers down until they reached in to the bottom of the water tank. "Oh, you're a very nicely built." Running his fingers around the end of the pipe, he gently inserted them in and out to remove any plaque build up.
The coffee maker hissed steam down his shirt.
Ianto chuckled. "You like that, don't you."
Stunned, Gwen found herself nearing hysterical giggles. "I can't believe it."
Jack shoved a hand down the front of his pants. "Don't interrupt, you'll spoil the mood."
"He's cleaning the coffee maker, there shouldn't be a mood, Jack." Still, she couldn't force herself to look away.
Having removed his wet tie, Ianto unbuttoned the top three on his dress shirt. Grabbing a pan full of warm, soapy water, he pulled out a sponge from it. He twisted it to wring out the excess before leaning over the coffee machine. His hands moved quickly and efficiently, thrusting the sponge deeper in to the water tank.
Breath coming in quick pants, he rubbed at the sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand. He grunted when the sponge slipped and fell to the bottom of the tank. Reaching down in to the coffee pot, he used the sponge to scrub the water stains at the bottom. The damp sponge rubbing against the semi dry tank squeaked as it was dragged along. "I told you I would make you squeal."
Now leaning on the other side of the doorway, Gwen found herself whimpering. It wasn't right, the whole situation was just so wrong. Wrong, and very, very bad.
"Oh, Lisa." Ianto was in the coffee filter now. With a fine brush, he was scrubbing back and forth, scraping away the build up. Up, and down, up, and down. Slowly, ever so slowly, he moved the brush from one cranny in the filter's drain to the next. When he reached the drain proper, he teased the outside. Once, he swirled the brush around the hole.
Jack moaned.
Twice, he almost dipped it in, but kept it forcefully just beyond the drain.
Gwen's breath caught in her throat.
Three times, Ianto swirled the brush tip around the hole. Round, and round, inching ever nearer. Almost, almost. Just a little further...
"What the bloody hell is going on in here?"
Gwen cried out as Jack shuddered against the wall. Flushed and angry, she hit Owen as she shoved passed him.
Jack gave him a dirty look, the front of his pants slowly becoming loose. "So close, I was almost there!" Shaking his head, he stormed out of the kitchen.
"Oh, Lisa." Moaning over the coffee pot, Ianto was about to stick the brush in the drain hole when he was jerked away from the coffee pot. He blinked at Owen, his features contorting in confusion.
"Oh Lisa?" Stepping up to his android, Owen glanced over at the stripped down coffee maker. "What's this, circuit boy?"
"Owen." Cheeks reddening, Ianto found himself unable to meet his owner's gaze. "I was just cleaning Lisa... the coffee maker."
"Lisa is it?" Eyes narrowed, Owen's jaw tightened as he turned his wrath on the coffee machine. When his gaze fell to the manufacturer's label, something inside him snapped.
"Owen, no!"
A shot resounded in the hub.
The others came running to find a gun toting Owen dragging a sobbing Ianto from the kitchen by his belt. Blowing the tip, Owen stuck it down the front of his pants. "I'm taking the android home, don't any of you get in my way."
Tosh, the only one not upset with Owen, took the lead. "What happened? Did something come through the rift?"
"No." Owen gave Ianto a quick jerk as he tugged him along. He ignored the looks Gwen and Jack were giving him as they parted for him to pass. "The chip head and I just need a little alone time." As they reached the lift, he released Ianto's belt, and slung his arm around the android's shoulders. He activated the lift. "From now on, we order from starbucks!"
Curious, Tosh walked in to the kitchen. The air smelled of ozone and gun powder. As she started to wave to dissipate the stench, her eyes landed on what remained of the Leesa's control box.
THE END.....................................