Hadopelagic by Basingstoke (NC-17)

[misslucyjane]

Hello, I am misslucyjane and I'll be driving the van for Torchwood this month.

I am primarily a Jack/Ianto shipper so you'll be seeing my favorites of that ship, as well as some gen, some humor, some other pairings, and whatever else tickles my fancy.

Fandom: TORCHWOOD
Pairing: Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones
Author on LJ: basingstoke
Author Website: Slashing Puppets
Why this must be read:

I'm going to start with blatant favoritism: this story was written for me, as you'll see in the notes. It doesn't hurt that it's witty, entertaining, captures the entire Torchwood team beautifully, and is smokin' hot.


Torchwood are alien catchers. They catch aliens. And the aliens in this fic are after some young Earthling tail. Meantime, Jack and Ianto flirt, Owen mocks, Gwen squees and Tosh is the calm one. All in a day's work at Torchwood Three.

Ianto shook Jack off and walked into the open wardrobe. He measured the waist of a pair of black leather trousers with the span of his fingers and found, to his utter lack of surprise, that they were Jack's size exactly. He then looked through the shirts. "Glitter," Jack said. "Sparkle signifies sexual availability to Dalaegans."

Ianto found a deep blue button-front silk shirt with a metallic silver pinstripe that would fit Jack beautifully. "I like this one," Jack said, pulling out--Ianto refused to look, registering only that there was gold and it was sparkling very, very brightly. He took Jack's arm firmly and placed the blue shirt and leather trousers in his hands.

"Maybe a--" Jack reached for another part of the wardrobe.

"No," Ianto said.

"You don't even know--"

"No," Ianto said. "I see why you wear the same thing every day."

"I got tired of fashion a while ago. But that doesn't mean--"

"No," Ianto said.

"Dear God, what is he trying to put on?" Gwen asked.

"Elton John," Ianto replied.

"The... glasses?"

"All of him," Ianto said.


Hadopelagic