Fic: "Nurture" Ianto/alien (R)
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51stcenturyfoxTitle: Nurture
Author: 51stcenturyfox
Pairing: Ianto/alien
Wordcount: 1,200
Summary: Written to a prompt at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
touchyerwood . It's tentacle porn, okay? Dubcon. Takes place between S1 and S2.
Rating: R
Ianto finished processing the paperwork and stuck it in a folder. The Fzhzz may look harmless, but can be dangerous when threatened, Jack had once scrawled in the margin of one archived page. And that was all they knew. Hmmph. Too bad Jack had left them to fend for themselves. Ianto glanced at the CCTV feed from the cells. She - or it (they were technically hermaphrodites, but this one had flowing blonde hair and barring strange eyes and somewhat long legs, resembled a girl he knew at Uni) didn't look like a threat at all. The blurry image showed the Fzhzz had buried its face in its arms. He turned up the sound. It was...weeping. He'd thought it was mute.
Ianto turned off the feed and sipped from his water bottle. Dammit. He got up and took the elevator down to the sublevels. They'd found the alien in an alley right before Jack had left, and he'd insisted on isolating the Fzhzz in a lockup away from the weevils.
"Hey," he said, standing in front of the cell. "Look, we don't plan to keep you here... forever." The alien raised its head and stared. I'm frightened, he heard, as if it had spoken. Telepathy, then?
Lonely, he heard again, in his mind. Hungry.
"Look," Ianto began again, somewhat at a loss as he glanced at the untouched food tray. "There's nothing I -- do you want something else to eat? What do you normally eat?"
The Fzhzz stood and walked to the cell window. She -- Ianto couldn't help it, it did look female -- poked fingers out of one of the small holes in the plexiglas. For some reason, the expression of piteous sadness on her face compelled Ianto to move his own hand to touch hers. An almost... electric feeling shot through his body, and he was vaguely aware of reaching into his pocket for a passkey and sliding it into the lock, opening the cell, and moving inside. It was as if he were watching himself and couldn't stop.
The Fzhzz embraced him. She's hugging me, he thought, and he relaxed when he realised he wasn't being hurt or squeezed to death. Ianto, he heard the voice in his head, say. Are you frightened? He shook his head slowly.
The Fzhzz pushed him towards the wall awkwardly, still holding him in her grasp, and slid him down along the cinderblock surface so he was sitting on the floor. He bent his knee to get up again and pushed his elbows against the wall, but it was like moving through thick honey. Standing before him, the alien changed.
She pulled the scrubs they'd offered her over her head with fingers which seemed to lengthen and change, and the bottoms were next, falling into a pile of green fabric on the floor. She dropped to her knees and widened them, and Ianto stared at her sex, which pulsed pink as fleshy tendrils stole from the junction between her legs to match those on her hands. Ianto tore his gaze up to her eyes, which had gone entirely black. Oh fuck, he thought, because when he opened his mouth to speak, nothing came out. Dangerous when threatened.
Will not hurt, he heard in response. The alien leaned over him and he felt the tickle of damp flesh at his collar. She moved fingers... no, tentacles... down the front of his white shirt and he felt a rush of cool air as they ripped fabric and buttons flew and pinged against the plexiglas. Tiny protrusions sprang from the tentacles stroking his chest and slid to his nipples to squeeze and pinch. Ianto gasped and watched in disbelief as he unbuckled his own belt and unzipped his fly. Mind control, too. Great. Jack was going to kill him for being so careless. If he ever came back.
Wide tentacles gripped the fabric and pulled it down roughly, down past his knees, and smaller bits trailed up and stroked at the hair on his thighs, moving slowly toward his rapidly stiffening cock. He screwed his eyes shut and hoped that whatever happened next wouldn't result in a painful, embarrassing demise. He didn't want to kill Owen, but he'd come back from the grave and try if he was EATEN and the bastard LAUGHED.
Then he stopped thinking completely as several tentacles wrapped delicately around his cock and others, warm and moist, encircled his balls. He grunted with unexpected shock at how good it felt, and he sensed a wave of approval from the Fzhzz. It seemed to know what he liked. Suddenly, he felt himself being turned and as his jaw slid against the floor, he felt a moist tickle at the line of his tailbone and into the crack of his ass. He shuddered with pleasure, and the alien seemed to understand what this meant, because he felt the press of the other body atop his, crotch to his backside, and a gentle intrusion, as if she were testing his limits. He felt bits unfurl around the sides of his ass, digging into muscle like massaging fingers, as others held him open.
Ianto tried to resist -- god only knew what could happen here -- but he gave up as the tentacle "hands" reaching around to the front of his body tightened and stroked him, and it felt amazing. He felt his hips being pulled back and his hole breached by first one, then two (more?) warm and teasing tendrils. They widened to fill him, hot and deep, and he moaned. Ianto's hands flailed and slapped against the concrete as the tentacles pulsed in and out on one side and pumped his cock with the other, and he jerked his hips frantically. The tendrils persisted, slowing and speeding, stroking his prostate, and he twisted in their grasp and came, hard. As he struggled to catch his breath, he felt his body being twisted again and the alien withdrew and slipped on top of him. She slipped down and and straddled his knees, then lowered her face to the tip of his cock and met his eyes as she lapped, then licked the traces on his stomach. Tentacles stroked his balls as she reached between her own legs with her other arm limb and pulled away. She brought wet, dripping tentacles to his lips and Ianto opened his mouth automatically. It tasted both sweet and tart, like fresh meringue. he could hear her voice in his mind, willing him to swallow.
He must have blacked out then. When he came to, he saw the alien had fallen asleep on the bunk, and he hurriedly dressed and locked the cell again.
*
At four that afternoon, Gwen checked her watch and sighed. "My turn on the feed rota," she said, as she took off her denim jacket and prepared to grab a tray in the kitchenette and head for the cells, but Ianto stopped her.
"No, it's okay," he said. "I'll feed the Fzhzz. I really don't mind."
If you like tentacles, check out Courtship Season byxtricks[Bad username or unknown identity: ]
Author: 51stcenturyfox
Pairing: Ianto/alien
Wordcount: 1,200
Summary: Written to a prompt at
touchyerwood . It's tentacle porn, okay? Dubcon. Takes place between S1 and S2. Rating: R
Ianto finished processing the paperwork and stuck it in a folder. The Fzhzz may look harmless, but can be dangerous when threatened, Jack had once scrawled in the margin of one archived page. And that was all they knew. Hmmph. Too bad Jack had left them to fend for themselves. Ianto glanced at the CCTV feed from the cells. She - or it (they were technically hermaphrodites, but this one had flowing blonde hair and barring strange eyes and somewhat long legs, resembled a girl he knew at Uni) didn't look like a threat at all. The blurry image showed the Fzhzz had buried its face in its arms. He turned up the sound. It was...weeping. He'd thought it was mute.
Ianto turned off the feed and sipped from his water bottle. Dammit. He got up and took the elevator down to the sublevels. They'd found the alien in an alley right before Jack had left, and he'd insisted on isolating the Fzhzz in a lockup away from the weevils.
"Hey," he said, standing in front of the cell. "Look, we don't plan to keep you here... forever." The alien raised its head and stared. I'm frightened, he heard, as if it had spoken. Telepathy, then?
Lonely, he heard again, in his mind. Hungry.
"Look," Ianto began again, somewhat at a loss as he glanced at the untouched food tray. "There's nothing I -- do you want something else to eat? What do you normally eat?"
The Fzhzz stood and walked to the cell window. She -- Ianto couldn't help it, it did look female -- poked fingers out of one of the small holes in the plexiglas. For some reason, the expression of piteous sadness on her face compelled Ianto to move his own hand to touch hers. An almost... electric feeling shot through his body, and he was vaguely aware of reaching into his pocket for a passkey and sliding it into the lock, opening the cell, and moving inside. It was as if he were watching himself and couldn't stop.
The Fzhzz embraced him. She's hugging me, he thought, and he relaxed when he realised he wasn't being hurt or squeezed to death. Ianto, he heard the voice in his head, say. Are you frightened? He shook his head slowly.
The Fzhzz pushed him towards the wall awkwardly, still holding him in her grasp, and slid him down along the cinderblock surface so he was sitting on the floor. He bent his knee to get up again and pushed his elbows against the wall, but it was like moving through thick honey. Standing before him, the alien changed.
She pulled the scrubs they'd offered her over her head with fingers which seemed to lengthen and change, and the bottoms were next, falling into a pile of green fabric on the floor. She dropped to her knees and widened them, and Ianto stared at her sex, which pulsed pink as fleshy tendrils stole from the junction between her legs to match those on her hands. Ianto tore his gaze up to her eyes, which had gone entirely black. Oh fuck, he thought, because when he opened his mouth to speak, nothing came out. Dangerous when threatened.
Will not hurt, he heard in response. The alien leaned over him and he felt the tickle of damp flesh at his collar. She moved fingers... no, tentacles... down the front of his white shirt and he felt a rush of cool air as they ripped fabric and buttons flew and pinged against the plexiglas. Tiny protrusions sprang from the tentacles stroking his chest and slid to his nipples to squeeze and pinch. Ianto gasped and watched in disbelief as he unbuckled his own belt and unzipped his fly. Mind control, too. Great. Jack was going to kill him for being so careless. If he ever came back.
Wide tentacles gripped the fabric and pulled it down roughly, down past his knees, and smaller bits trailed up and stroked at the hair on his thighs, moving slowly toward his rapidly stiffening cock. He screwed his eyes shut and hoped that whatever happened next wouldn't result in a painful, embarrassing demise. He didn't want to kill Owen, but he'd come back from the grave and try if he was EATEN and the bastard LAUGHED.
Then he stopped thinking completely as several tentacles wrapped delicately around his cock and others, warm and moist, encircled his balls. He grunted with unexpected shock at how good it felt, and he sensed a wave of approval from the Fzhzz. It seemed to know what he liked. Suddenly, he felt himself being turned and as his jaw slid against the floor, he felt a moist tickle at the line of his tailbone and into the crack of his ass. He shuddered with pleasure, and the alien seemed to understand what this meant, because he felt the press of the other body atop his, crotch to his backside, and a gentle intrusion, as if she were testing his limits. He felt bits unfurl around the sides of his ass, digging into muscle like massaging fingers, as others held him open.
Ianto tried to resist -- god only knew what could happen here -- but he gave up as the tentacle "hands" reaching around to the front of his body tightened and stroked him, and it felt amazing. He felt his hips being pulled back and his hole breached by first one, then two (more?) warm and teasing tendrils. They widened to fill him, hot and deep, and he moaned. Ianto's hands flailed and slapped against the concrete as the tentacles pulsed in and out on one side and pumped his cock with the other, and he jerked his hips frantically. The tendrils persisted, slowing and speeding, stroking his prostate, and he twisted in their grasp and came, hard. As he struggled to catch his breath, he felt his body being twisted again and the alien withdrew and slipped on top of him. She slipped down and and straddled his knees, then lowered her face to the tip of his cock and met his eyes as she lapped, then licked the traces on his stomach. Tentacles stroked his balls as she reached between her own legs with her other arm limb and pulled away. She brought wet, dripping tentacles to his lips and Ianto opened his mouth automatically. It tasted both sweet and tart, like fresh meringue. he could hear her voice in his mind, willing him to swallow.
He must have blacked out then. When he came to, he saw the alien had fallen asleep on the bunk, and he hurriedly dressed and locked the cell again.
*
At four that afternoon, Gwen checked her watch and sighed. "My turn on the feed rota," she said, as she took off her denim jacket and prepared to grab a tray in the kitchenette and head for the cells, but Ianto stopped her.
"No, it's okay," he said. "I'll feed the Fzhzz. I really don't mind."
If you like tentacles, check out Courtship Season by
xtricks[Bad username or unknown identity: ]![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
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Date: 2009-10-17 02:25 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-10-17 11:54 pm (UTC)I'm sure Ianto might have saved the CCTV somewhere... :D
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Date: 2009-10-17 02:40 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2009-10-18 11:31 am (UTC)I love all of his fic. He's made me read kinks I'd never considered!
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Date: 2009-10-18 03:00 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-10-17 03:41 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-10-17 11:56 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-10-17 04:09 pm (UTC)there really arent enough tentacle fics out there. great job and its gone into my memories to read over and over
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Date: 2009-10-17 11:58 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-10-17 04:22 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2009-10-17 04:59 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-10-18 12:00 am (UTC)I'm glad Ianto enjoyed himself, and the alien did as well. Things could have ended so very badly. Oh, symbiotic life forms... :)
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Date: 2009-10-17 05:15 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-10-18 12:01 am (UTC):D
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Date: 2009-10-17 06:21 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-10-18 12:31 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-10-17 06:25 pm (UTC):)
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Date: 2009-10-18 12:02 am (UTC)I guess this one isn't much of a cuddler! ;)
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Date: 2009-10-17 08:00 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-10-18 12:28 am (UTC)Thank you. :)
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Date: 2009-10-18 12:55 am (UTC)Tentacle porn is just....awesome.
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Date: 2009-10-18 12:57 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-10-18 11:24 am (UTC)A lot of people did the other day. I have another I'm not going to de-anon. It fit the prompt but I'm not that happy with the story.
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Date: 2009-10-18 01:53 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-10-18 11:25 am (UTC)Well, that sounds... oddly suggestive. But you know. :D
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Date: 2009-10-18 03:05 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-10-18 11:29 am (UTC)There was a coda in which Tosh found a way to send the Fzhzz back through the Rift and Ianto became addicted to meringue, but it was a bit too cracky.
I like the idea that not all aliens are a life threat to humanity, though Jack kind of assumes that by default in this case, despite the fact that he must have met (and sexed up) loads of them.
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Date: 2009-10-18 07:14 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-10-18 11:34 am (UTC)I think this fandom needs more human/alien activities/relationships which don't end badly! :D
Surely there have to be more aliens who come through the Rift who don't mean to hurt people. They just want the sexing!
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Date: 2009-10-18 10:26 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-10-18 11:35 am (UTC)Then later, she asks him, "So, what was it like, then?" :D
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Date: 2009-10-18 11:44 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2009-10-18 06:31 pm (UTC)Ianto truly is one selfless human being. I'm sure Jack would be very grateful.
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Date: 2009-10-19 11:35 am (UTC)Ianto either got a medal for alien diplomacy or a whippin'. :D
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Date: 2009-10-18 09:11 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-10-19 11:36 am (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2009-10-20 08:56 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-10-31 09:02 am (UTC)Why am I awake? I don't know! :D
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Date: 2009-10-20 11:07 am (UTC)Well, not really. But it's great to ring a few changes, and why should Jack (and Tosh) get all the interspecies fun? I do like it that Ianto's first reaction is to be drawn in by evident emotional distress (although you leave it nicely ambiguous whether that's telepathic bait, too) and that the alien is never entirely...innocuous; there's a component of danger even when it's not life-threatening danger, if that makes sense. Very hot that way. Transgressive sex should never lose its transgressive edge!
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Date: 2009-10-31 09:04 am (UTC)I think the distress was completely telepathic bait. Bit of a dubcon alien, too, but as they go, at least this one wasn't out to impregnate anyone. (Whew!)