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Hey, it's party time! Everybody's welcome to kick in some porn!

Yes, three themes this weekend: Aliens Made Them Do it, Sex in the Torchwood SUV and Solo Sexing!

You can combine or choose one.

1. This should relate to TW or Doctor Who in some way. Crossovers are fine! The SUV counts as a character.
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“Oh, shit!” Gwen exclaimed as the glass jar slipped from her hands and shattered at her feet. Fine red dust spilled out across the floor of the autopsy bay and rose into the air. “Shit!”

“Gwen?” Jack appeared on the balcony above her, with Ianto one step behind him. “What’s wro—” He stopped short when he saw the mess on the floor. “Oh. Please don’t tell me that you just broke our last jar of powdered D’karian eggs?”

“Um...” Gwen bent down, and carefully retrieved the shards of glass that were still held together by an old label. She didn’t recognise the handwriting, but it was easy enough to read. “I guess... I guess I did, Jack.”

“Oh boy,” said Ianto.

Jack quickly made his way down the stairs and stood in front of her. “Right,” he said. “This stuff is pretty old, so we’ve got about half an hour before it kicks in. And that means—” he looked up at Ianto then, and waited for a nod, “—that means, Gwen, that you have a choice. You can stay here with us—or you can go home to Rhys.” He raised a hand to her cheek, and brushed an errant piece of hair behind her ear. “Either way is fine.”

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After twenty-five minutes, the powdered D’karian eggs were definitely beginning to kick in, if the way she’d snogged Jack goodbye when he’d dropped her home was any indication. It was probably lucky that he’d driven off before she’d been able to make her way around to the passenger window to say goodbye to Ianto.

Gwen hurried up the stairs to her flat, glad that she didn’t see anyone on the way. “Rhys!” she called out as she unlocked the door. “Rhys, I—”

She stopped short as she saw the note that Rhys had left for her beside the phone.

Gone out for a couple of pints with Banana Boat. Love you.

“Damn it!” Gwen thought she might kick something. “I should have taken Jack up on his offer,” Gwen muttered, even though she knew, through the hormonal fog that was beginning to cloud her thoughts, that it probably would have been a bad idea. Still, she couldn’t help wondering...

Jack and Ianto hadn’t been exposed to the D’karian eggs as long as she had, but surely it was affecting them by now—God, they’d probably pulled over to the side of the road, going for it in the SUV—Oh, God.

Gwen didn’t really have time to think as her hands fumbled desperately with her belt, with her fly.

...Jack pulling Ianto into the back seat of the SUV, loosening his tie with one hand, while his other one...

Gwen’s hand slipped inside her panties.

...probably naked now, so much flesh, nipples and cocks and arms and legs...

Gwen sank back onto the couch, pushing her jeans and panties down past knees, so that they feel around her ankles.

...she could be in between them, her legs wound tightly around Jack’s hips, Ianto running his hands along her back... Rhys... Rhys behind her instead, yes, oh God.

Gwen’s hand slipped back between her legs, her middle finger finding the perfect rhythm on her clit as she closed her eyes and let the images wash over her.
...Jack in front of her, inside her, hands on her breasts, mouth at her neck; Rhys behind her, tongue trailing across her shoulders, his mouth meeting Jack’s briefly; Jack pushing forward, filling her...

She bucked her hips forward, moving faster now, losing all awareness of her surroundings.

...Rhys’s hands across her stomach, God, he could be inside her too, both of them at once, so warm between them, skin and sweat and tangled limbs and hot breath, Jack’s lips parted in front of her, Rhys behind her, hard and hot...

Gwen cried out as she came, her entire frame shuddering. She kept her eyes closed for a few moments more, enjoying the small ripples of pleasure that still pulsed through her body. And then—”

“Glad to see you enjoying yourself without me, love.”

Gwen’s eyes shot open, to see Rhys grinning above her. She was still too flushed to blush, but her mouth dropped open—and then she smiled. Those D’karian eggs hadn’t finished with her yet, it seemed. She reached up and grabbed a handful of his shirt between her fingers.

“Come here, you big sexy thing,” she said, pulling him down towards her.

[A/N: takes place immediately after Jack and Ianto sedate Myfanwy in 'Fragments']

He was going to break apart. He could feel the cracks starting, right between his ribs, just where a coroner would insert the rib shears to break him open. He stumbled out of the warehouse with arms wrapped tight around his chest. Jack and Lisa, the two of them, they were going to open him up and all the filth was going to spill in a bloody, stinking mess. Things that should stay inside his skin were coming out, out where they should never ever be. Out where anyone could see them.

So he wrapped his arms around himself, and he stopped next to Torchwood Three's SUV in the wet night air to breathe, and he shoved his emotional viscera back inside and turned around with a quirk of his mouth when Jack came up behind him and asked if he needed a ride home.

Because, of course, he did need a ride; he'd had to sell his car weeks ago. Bad planning, careless, careless. Pay attention to details, Ianto chided himself. Harkness mustn't--

Christ, he was standing right there, so close, did the man have to stand so damn close to him all the time? Jack laid his long hands on Ianto's shoulders, firm, reassuring, controlling, and Ianto had to hold himself back from leaning into the too-knowing touch.

Harkness was looking quizzically at him, expecting an answer. His fingers were tightening on Ianto's shoulders, kneading almost imperceptibly, as if Ianto belonged, as if he was Jack's, now that he was Torchwood Three. As if Jack could feel Ianto's insides coming apart.

"If you don't mind, Jack. Captain. My flat's only a kilometer or so from here, shouldn't be far out of your way. How long do you think the pteradactyl, erm, pteranodon, will stay sedated?" Ianto made an effort to keep himself from babbling. What the hell were they going to talk about on the ride, oh this had all been a bad, bad idea.

Jack's hands slid slowly from Ianto's shoulders down into his own pockets, and he rocked back on his heels, eyes still intent and careful on Ianto. Then Jack smiled, bright and hard. "Not too long, I shouldn't think, but my team is on their way to bundle her up and bring her back to the Hub. No need to worry about that."

Jack was suddenly all motion and energy, launching himself into the driver's seat. "Come on then. How do you know it's a female, by the way?"

"Google," Ianto answered dryly as he opened the SUV door. He settled into the very comfortable bucket seat, very uncomfortably close to Jack's thigh and his hand on the gearshift.

"I also...erm...named her," he added. "Myfanwy."

Harkness laughed aloud, an unfettered sound that was too loud in the close quarters of the vehicle. He slid his eyes sideways at Ianto. "She a Welsh dinosaur, then?" he drawled.

Ianto took refuge in pedantry. "Pteranodons aren't dinosaurs actually. They're pterosaurs, another order entirely."

Ianto studied him as he let loose another of those laughs. Good. Amused was good. Amused was not wondering about Ianto's motives, why exactly he'd stolen Rift activity detectors from the ruins of Torchwood One, why he wanted a job so very, very badly. Amused was also, unfortunately, devastatingly dimpled and simply fucking gorgeous on Harkness. That moment on the floor of the warehouse flooded back into his mind, swamping him with sense memory: Jack falling into his arms, rolling him out of the way of Myfanwy's plummeting body, Jack underneath him, warm and hard and panting laughter into Ianto's mouth.

It had been so shocking, that warmth, that hardness, that strong body gasping with life. It had felt like treachery. Ianto's mouth had flooded with bile and the metallic taste of Lisa's lips, and he'd fled ignominiously into the darkness, clutching his chest to keep it from breaking open. Aching with want and shame, with relief and the utter inability to maintain this deception that somehow wasn't really a deception at all, he'd fled.

"Ianto?"

He jerked back to awareness. Jack had pulled over in front of Ianto's flat. Of course, he would know Ianto's address. He'd researched him thoroughly, after all.

"Penny for them," Jack said. "Thinking about me?"

And christ how did Harkness know Ianto was thinking about him? Hell, he probably assumed everyone was always thinking about him. Ianto wanted to punch the confident grin off Harkness' face. Wanted to kiss him senseless and finish what they'd started in the warehouse. Wanted to flee into his flat and touch what warm human skin was still left on Lisa's tortured body. He lunged forward, clumsy, shaky, and he missed Jack's mouth, just catching the edge of his jaw. Stubble under his lips, salt on his tongue. Jack stiffened, actually moved his hand towards that antique pistol of his, but then he relaxed and turned his face to Ianto, and Ianto sealed his mouth over Jack's.

It wasn't what he was expecting. He wasn't sure exactly what he had expected, but it wasn't this simple tumbling heat, this desire focused tightly down to the hot slide of Jack's lips against his, this want narrowing until he could feel nothing but Jack. Jack's tongue was sly and insinuating, hard to pin down, but Ianto captured it. He uttered a long moan when Jack let him suck hungrily on it, and was suddenly, dizzingly hard.

"I don't want you. I don't," he gasped into Jack's mouth, and then panic flared through him at what he'd let slip.

Jack broke the kiss, thumbed Ianto's jaw, cheekbones, lips. "You don't. Want. Me."

Jack's hand slid up Ianto's leg and brushed featherlight along his prick. Jack made a humming noise, smiling, and pressed hard with his hand, and Ianto's cock surged forward of its own accord.

"What do you want, then, Ianto Jones?" asked in a whisper, hot breath in his ear, Jack's hand opening his flies. Ianto meant to answer, he did, but then Jack was touching him, rough palm against his naked flesh, and it was so good, so real and full of the drag and heat of living cells against living cells, that the only thing to leave his mouth was a painful, desperate groan.

When Jack bent to take Ianto's cock into his mouth, Ianto was certain beyond all reasonable doubt that he was going to lose his mind. Nothing had ever felt this good, not Lisa, oh god not Lisa, not any one of a dozen casual encounters in backseats or at glory-holes or on someone's dingy futon. Jack was slow with it, agonizingly slow, the hot slickness of his tongue gliding along the rim of the head, pressing, lapping everywhere, the soft relentless pressure of his lips containing and encircling.

Jack slipped his hand down and gathered Ianto's balls and Ianto surged up, pushing his cock deeper into Jack's mouth. Jack's hand was squeezing gently, knuckles rubbing over and over against the sensitive place behind his balls, and all the while Jack's mouth was sucking, tugging, licking everywhere, Ianto helpless beneath his assault.

And then Jack was sucking hard on the head of Ianto's cock while his tongue did something unfathomable on the underside, and oh god no, it was happening, his chest was breaking open, all of his secrets were spilling out, spilling into Jack's open, grasping, avid mouth, and Ianto let them call out Jack's name as he came.

An eternity later, he lifted his head and opened his eyes to see Jack licking his lips clean of Ianto's come, his hands busily tucking Ianto's cock away behind the barriers of clothing and once-again-separate flesh.

"Don't want you," Ianto managed to gasp through the buzzing in his head. "I just want a job."

Jack leaned back and laughed out loud. Good, Ianto thought, keep him laughing. Always make them laugh. Leave them wanting more. And any other show biz cliches that applied here, he thought wryly, or maybe desperately. He had to get the hell out of this car, away from this sublimely dangerous man who was now his boss. He sat up, tugged his suit jacket straight, and opened the car door.

"Jack. Captain Harkness." Ianto hesitated, halfway out. "What should I call you?"

Jack looked at him steadily. "Maybe it would be best if you just called me 'sir'."

Ianto held Jack's eyes and nodded once, firmly. "First thing Monday morning, then, sir."

*flails* I LOVE the opening paragraph of this -- very powerful imagery there. And then all the inner conflict at the end, well-- just wonderful.

SQUEE!! Ohmigod, I love this! Funny and hot and sharp, and full of Rhys love. What could be better?

Also, First! ;)

GUH that was hot!!!!

Thanks so much! I'm glad you liked that. (tell me I didn't write woobie!Ianto. plz tell me I didn't) ;)

Oh My...this was really hot too...I really love Alien love dust :)

YAYS! First post, ILU! I love Gwen's naughty imagination. HOT!!!

...last jar of powdered D’karian eggs

Oh... please let there be a few more jars in the archives. Please? :)

A/N: This is a preview for the next story in my Masks universe. Takes place during Gwen's wedding to Rhys. Enjoy!

“Rhys, have you seen Jack and Ianto? Tosh said Ianto went to get some supplies and that Jack followed him but that was a while ago.”

“Nope, haven’t seen ‘em since they left. Want me to go take a look?”

Gwen hesitated.

Rhys leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek.

“Don’t worry, love, I’ll just run out front, they may need some help with heavy lifting or something. Won’t be long.”

He turned and left the reception hall at a rapid pace headed toward the front entrance where he knew the SUV was parked. He was barely out the door when he stopped where he was and just stared at the sight in front of him.

Ianto had his hands handcuffed over the handle just above the inside of the rear door of the SUV. His head was thrown back and Rhys could barely make out what he was saying. It sounded vaguely like, “GUH JACK!”

Jack was on his knees in front of Ianto and Rhys’ eyes almost bulged out as he watched the Captain bob his head up and down over Ianto’s cock. He felt himself harden when Jack’s throat worked as he swallowed around the younger man’s considerable length. He heard Ianto’s needy whimpers, and watched as the young man helplessly tried to remain in control under Jack’s assault.

He knew the moment Ianto’s knees gave out because his arms went taut and Jack grabbed his hips to support him.

He swallowed convulsively, his mouth suddenly dry as Jack continued to lick and suck and bite Ianto’s cock. Rhys knew a good blow job when he saw one and Jack was spectacular. He reached down to stroke over the bulge in his own pants. He wasn’t attracted to guys in the least bit, but watching Jack he could understand anyone’s attraction to the Captain. He was very skilled. He’d reduced the normally strait-laced, buttoned-up Ianto to a needy, mewling, desperate mess.

Wordless whimpers were pouring out of the younger man’s mouth as he dangled from the handcuffs encasing his wrists. Rhys rubbed the bulge in his pants when he thought of the red marks that would be circling Ianto’s arms later. Idly he wondered if Gwen had a pair of cuffs, he stroked himself harder at the thought.

Jack started to move a bit faster, increasing his rhythm. Rhys could see how deep he was taking Ianto, and could tell from Ianto’s frantic movements that the younger man was close. Then he heard the strangest thing, Jack started to hum. Ianto threw his head back, his hips pumped forward two times, and then Rhys saw Jack gripping his hips tightly as he swallowed down Ianto’s come. He gripped himself hard, trying to stave off his own orgasm.

Suddenly Jack stood up and turned Ianto around. Rhys watched as Jack fumbled in his coat pocket, pulling out a tiny tube of something. Rhys figured out within seconds that the tube was lube. He saw Jack slick up a hand and watched it disappear between the Captain and Ianto. He didn’t see what happened but he heard Ianto’s moan, saw him thrust back against the Captain, and heard the Captain chuckle smugly. He stroked himself a bit harder, easing his zip down and sliding his hand inside. Be better for Gwen anyway, he thought, he’d have more control if he eased things off a bit now, be able to focus on her a bit more.

He watched Jack licked down one side of Ianto’s neck, across the back of his shoulders, and up the other side before taking his earlobe in between his teeth. Jack kissed back down Ianto’s neck, sucking the tender skin over his pulse in between his teeth. Rhys could see Ianto shudder with pleasure under Jack’s ministrations and all the while the Captain continued to thrust languidly into his young lover. Ianto threw his head back onto Jack’s shoulder when he bit the skin where neck and shoulder meet.

“Jack,” he pleaded.

Rhys watched in astonishment as Jack reached around and stroked Ianto back to full hardness. He could barely make out the Captain’s words.

“You know I like us to come together.”

Ianto nodded wordlessly and gave himself over to Jack’s touch. Rhys started stroking himself a bit more firmly. He was determined to join the other two. He tried to mirror Jack’s strokes, adding a sweep of his thumb over the head of his cock on every other upstroke. Soon his heart was pounding and his breath was coming in short little pants. Jack had better hurry up or he was going to come before they did.

“Now, Jack, please,” Ianto growled, and Rhys found himself whispering the same sentiment.

Jack’s thrusts took on an all new urgency along with his strokes and Rhys knew they were all nearing completion. Thrusts and strokes became erratic and soon all three men were coming simultaneously. Rhys gazing on in amazement as his come spurted over a nearby bush. He watched as Jack slumped forward over Ianto, and Ianto limply hung by his wrists, almost supporting Jack’s weight.

He saw Jack kiss the side of Ianto’s neck tenderly, watched as Ianto turned and their lips met and for the first time since he’d started watching, Rhys felt like he was interrupting something intimate. Not that the sex hadn’t been intimate, but there was something about the kiss that conveyed the way these two men felt about each other that made him feel like an interloper. He couldn’t hear what Jack whispered into Ianto’s ear but it made the other man smile.

Rhys smiled to himself, whatever he said, Rhys recognized the smile, it was the same smile he gave Gwen. He watched Jack straighten up and reach into the SUV for a packet of wet serviettes. Jack briskly cleaned himself up and then Rhys’ breath caught in his throat at the tender way Jack cleaned Ianto. Gently, he released his wrists from the cuffs and kissed each one in turn. He rubbed them soothingly with his thumbs, easing away the red marks with each stroke until Rhys couldn’t see any marks from where he was standing. Jack must have magic fingers, he thought.

Ianto smiled up at Jack as he buttoned up his shirt and retied his tie. Jack’s voice drifted over to where Rhys had turned to go back inside.

“Told you the pheromones from a Nostrovite mixed with mine were a powerful aphrodisiac.”

“Seriously Jack? The aliens made you do it?”

Even with his back turned, Rhys could picture Ianto rolling his eyes. He chuckled to himself and went to find his wife. It was time they were off, he had a few ideas he wanted to try out.

Thanks so much! ;) Glad you liked!

Love it! Biting! Ianto a "needy, mewling, desperate mess"! Rhys' reactions all throughout are great.

And Ianto's last line is gold.

For my peeps

neifile7 and

alba17. Lots of set-up in 1A:

It was Ianto’s first day off after going to work for Torchwood Three, so naturally he got an urgent phone call from Jack at 5:00 AM. Take a cab to one set of coordinates, pick up the SUV, and then drive it to another set of coordinates and pick up the rest of Torchwood. Ianto struggled into a pair of jeans, hurriedly brushed his teeth and called for a cab. Half an hour later, he pulled the recovered SUV over to the side of the road and picked up a tired and disgruntled Jack, Suzie, Tosh and Owen. They rode in silence for five minutes, accompanied only by the sound of Owen clicking and unclicking a small gray box.

Jack broke first. “Owen! Stop playing with that thing; you don’t know what it does! And you,” he rounded on Ianto, calmly driving along, “don’t you want to know what we’ve been doing all night?”

“I’m sure you’ll tell me if I need to know, Sir,” Ianto murmured, eyes on the road.

Jack grunted. “Point.”

“Besides, if he tells you here, Owen will just interrupt,” Suzie interjected. Owen turned to her, mouth open to disagree, when the small gray box suddenly flew out of his hand and latched itself to the ceiling of the SUV. Three lights lit up, and a golden mist filled the vehicle. Suzie glared at Owen, but Jack perked up.

“Oh, I recognize this thing! Ianto, you’re going to want to pull the SUV over now.” Jack was already unbuckling his seat belt, eyeing Ianto with a rather disconcerting gleam in his eyes.

“Why is that, exactly? Sir?” Ianto asked apprehensively, even as he stopped the SUV. And sneezed from the golden dust.

“Because we’re all about to have some fantastic sex! But we won’t remember it. That’s the second light. And the third light means we have to keep our clothes on.”

Tosh paused with her hands gripped around the edge of her shirt. “That’s fascinating, Jack! I don’t think I am physically able to take my shirt off!”

“And we are all poorer for it, Toshiko,” Jack replied, and impatiently pulled Ianto onto his lap. Ianto’s foot slid on the steering wheel, and the horn sounded long and deep as he pressed his lips to Jack’s and forced his tongue in. Jack grinned and tightened his hands around Ianto’s arse, the cotton of his jeans soft over the harder muscles in his legs.

In the backseat, Suzie shot Owen one more glare before inhaling the golden mist and grinning dopily. Tosh was already nibbling at her neck, and she turned to fully face the other woman as Owen tugged ineffectually on her jacket. She shoved him off, and pulled on Tosh’s hips, laying her out on the backseat and running her hands under Tosh’s sensible button-down and tickling the soft skin of her stomach. She wondered vaguely if she was cheating, but decided she didn’t really care when Tosh laughed at her tickles and forced herself up on her elbows to pull her down into a series of nipping little kisses. She was aware of Owen on her periphery, falling to the floor of the SUV as he struggled to get a better look at her and Tosh, grinding close together on the wide backseat, before switching to take in Jack and Ianto rocking together in the passenger seat. Ianto was moaning, flushed and sweaty, and Suzie caught the challenge in Jack’s eye in the rearview mirror. She grinned fiercely back and applied her teeth to Tosh’s earlobe as she maintained eye contact with Jack. Tosh let out a shriek to rival Ianto’s moans and Jack redoubled his efforts, sucking on Ianto’s exposed throat and sliding one hand around to squeeze Ianto’s cock through his jeans. Owen craned his neck to get a better look, and got whiplash as Ianto rocked into Jack’s touch, forcing the passenger seat down even further. Suzie shook her head at Jack in the mirror, and slid her hands further up under Tosh’s shirt and twisted a nipple. Hard. Tosh yelped, and accidentally kicked Owen in the head. Owen yelped back, and Suzie gloated as everyone’s attention focused on her briefly. She could feel wet, warm heat radiating out from her lower abdomen and her eyes locked on Jack’s as Tosh touched her, feather-light then suddenly applied just the right amount of pressure, and she could smell her own scent on Tosh’s hand, in the whole SUV, and she came. First, naturally. Jack raised his brows to her when she opened her eyes again. His glance took in Tosh beneath her, before he turned his focus on Ianto. Tosh wriggled slightly underneath her, and Suzie absently began rutting against her, building up the friction between their identical wool-blend trousers. She watched Jack in the rearview mirror, all of his attention focused on the man writhing in his lap. Ianto came with a drawn out moan, head thrown back and hair curling with sweat. Jack met her eyes again, and gave a pointed look at Tosh. Suzie nodded, and leaned in to kiss Tosh, lips trailing down her neck, darting in between the buttons on her shirt. Owen swore next to her on the floor, his own hand palming his cock through his jeans as Suzie grinned smugly, cheated again, and slipped her hand down the front of Tosh’s trousers, beneath damp silk lingerie. Tosh was breathing in short gasps, her heels drumming against the backseat. Suzie looked at Jack once more. His eyes were half-lidded, and his tongue slid slowly across his lips, watching them. Ianto pulled him by the neck closer to him and kissed him messily, one hand going down to his lap. Suzie kept her eyes on Jack’s face, and moved her fingers in Tosh in time to his labored breathing. She could see the moment right before he came, and curled her fist. Tosh and Jack both came with identical moans. Suzie rocked back on her heels and patted Tosh’s hip as she shuddered through the eddies of her orgasm.

Owen swore again, and Suzie shot him an amused look. “Do you need some help, Owen?”

He grabbed her hand and shoved it in his mouth, licking, as he brought himself off with his other hand. Suzie immediately began to feel sleepy. “Jack? Is this part of the thing?” she muttered, stretching out again on the back seat. Tosh put one arm around her shoulders and reached down to pat Owen on the head with her other hand.

“Yeah, Suzie, now we’re all going to forget it, more’s the pity,” Jack replied sleepily, nuzzling Ianto’s neck.

Suzie could just make out Ianto’s response before she fell asleep. “The next time this happens, Sir, you’re going to be naked, begging me for it, and we’re both going to fucking remember it.”

OH. Nice! And very hot. :)

And to think at mine the male members of the wedding party just hit the Glenlivet out of the back of an SUV. But the minister was there too, so... :D

Hot! And I love love love Rhys walking in on her and enjoying the show.

Wow! That was sexy and so terribly dark.

I love Rhys picking up tips from Jack and Ianto. And, of course, this was incredibly hot.

Thank you!! *g* It's a dark moment...glad it came through.

*beams* Thank you so much!

*giggles* Yup, you had to know Jack and Ianto got up to something :) Thanks!

Thank you so much :)

Suzie grinned smugly, cheated again, and slipped her hand down the front of Tosh’s trousers, beneath damp silk lingerie. Tosh was breathing in short gasps, her heels drumming against the backseat. Suzie looked at Jack once more. His eyes were half-lidded, and his tongue slid slowly across his lips, watching them.

Um... flail? :) I love the voyeurism in this, as well as the fact that you got EVERY SINGLE PROMPT into one steamy story. Yays!

Brill!! I loved Suzie and Jack competing, and laughed out loud more than once. For ex., at this:

Jack was already unbuckling his seat belt, eyeing Ianto with a rather disconcerting gleam in his eyes.

Heh. Heh. Thanks, bb!!

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