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Title: In the Case Of S.A.N.D.I (or; Space Junk)
Author:
ingenius_inc
Genre: PWP
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Where Jack molests alien tech, Myfanway makes a new friend, the rift has performance issues and Ianto is forced into sexual slavery (okay, so not really—and all in the name of Queen, country and the planet-- which according the Torchwood Charter, makes it alright)
Status: Complete
Length: Oneshot
Excerpt from fic:
Owen suggests a big party with many many men and women of ambiguous morals to lure Jack out, but Ianto isn’t sure if the headache of trying to legitimise the expense in front of a parliamentary committee is worth it and he’s still trying to tune out Owen’s disappointed whining, when Gwen says “Why don’t you do it then, Ianto? You could seduce him out of that hole,” something desperate in her voice.
Ianto blinks and hopes that his mouth isn’t hanging open. “What?” he says stupidly.
“Oh come off it,” Owen says nonchalantly, “We all know you’re shagging him. Why don’t you get that stick out of your arse, go down into that garage and accidentally trip and fall on his dick or something. That’ll make him pay attention.”
Author:
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Genre: PWP
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Where Jack molests alien tech, Myfanway makes a new friend, the rift has performance issues and Ianto is forced into sexual slavery (okay, so not really—and all in the name of Queen, country and the planet-- which according the Torchwood Charter, makes it alright)
Status: Complete
Length: Oneshot
Excerpt from fic:
Owen suggests a big party with many many men and women of ambiguous morals to lure Jack out, but Ianto isn’t sure if the headache of trying to legitimise the expense in front of a parliamentary committee is worth it and he’s still trying to tune out Owen’s disappointed whining, when Gwen says “Why don’t you do it then, Ianto? You could seduce him out of that hole,” something desperate in her voice.
Ianto blinks and hopes that his mouth isn’t hanging open. “What?” he says stupidly.
“Oh come off it,” Owen says nonchalantly, “We all know you’re shagging him. Why don’t you get that stick out of your arse, go down into that garage and accidentally trip and fall on his dick or something. That’ll make him pay attention.”