Author's Note: Young people who want to get it. There's some dark stuff in here, but hopefully you will agree with me that the characterization is plausible.
Post- Buffy series, Pre-Torchwood. There is romance in here, and Dawn and Ianto do eventually get together but the bad guy is really bad. Recommended that you consider yourself an adult and actually be an adult to read this story. Psychological angst.... lots of smut. Dubcon and noncon included. Part of this story is a remixing of "The Seductions of Ianto Jones" and even with minor edits that part is going to stay in the first person.
New Ianto scenes and quite a few Ianto and Dawn friendship and smut scenes. While the story uses bondage and fetish tropes, there's very little violence in the first part of the story, lust and passion being the some of the main elements used for persuasion.
This story is meant to be NON-AU for Torchwood. Rather, this is more like a secret origin where the things you see in the episodes still happen. If you are a Torchwood fan or get to like Ianto, his between the scenes adventures continue in some of the other stories that I have posted. Check my profile for more information.
Since these stories represent my first attempt at writing smut, I would appreciate feedback which can be in the form of a private message or review. Please let me know if you are male or female as part of the feedback. Thanks!
Chapter 1: Dawn Asks an Important Question
"I'm going to call her, and ask her," the lanky brunette said. She crossed her legs back and forth, listening to the sound her bell bottom jeans made when they swished against each other a few more times, before she hit speed dial 3.
"Dawnie!" a reedy woman's voice said.
"Er, hi, Willow."
"Is something wrong? Something non-magical? Because if was magical, the amulet that you wear would let me know, has something terrible but mundane happened?"
"Um. I just wanted to ask you a question."
"Oh. Something about sex?"
"Sorta."
"Is it about a boy?"
"It might be later on."
"There's a hottie you like, but?"
"Willow, I'm not calling you about Greg Merrick right now. I mean he's cute and all, and we have a class together, but he hasn't made a move, and I know hardly anything about him."
"So you do have a hottie for a friend?"
"A very new friend. Actually, he's sort of involved in the question I wanted to ask you about."
"He isn't evil, is he?"
"Willow, he's got a nice wicked sense of humor, but we're getting off topic. I don't think Greg will ever be more than just a friend. We only have one class together, he's a concentrating on physics and computer science, and I'm all languages and ancient mythology. ."
"Wait. Breathe. Dawnie. You volunteered for a sex experiment?"
"Sexuality and attitudes about eroticism and euphoria."
"All in the name of science? And I take it this is more than just talking?"
"Well, the first meeting was just talking, but we're ."
"Okay, Dawn, I need you to break it down for me. You've been in the UK for six months now and your babble has a mixed accent."
"So the sponsoring researcher, our behavioral psychology teacher calls it a sort of Neo-Kinsey Study. It could be important. But the main part is we're all in it because we're setting it up so you can't see who is doing who."
"Uh-uh."
"Yeah, Willow this is the fun part. After we all qualify for a clean bill of health, the professor is putting together this booth where you only see the lower bits, and the other student can't see you."
"And the professor isn't evil?"
"Hard to tell. He dresses all broody but genuinely likes teaching psychology. I don't get a wiggins from him, if that's what you mean."
"So tell me more about this… experiment."
"Well, this is the whole reason why I called you. You can't tell Buffy, or Giles. Maybe Xander but otherwise I need you to swear to secrecy!"
"I trust your judgment, Dawnie. As long as you listen to your instincts and don't feel like you're in danger…"
"Yeah, so here's the thing. We've decided that since it is anonymous, that for the first experiment period we're going to take one 10 minute go on a male each and one 10 minute go on a female each. And then when it is our turn, we get two 10 minutes of being given to."
"I guess it sounds like a fair exchange… and something you only do once in life. Part of what going to college er University is about. So have you ever? I guy or a girl?"
"No, and I think that's the point. Most of us haven't. Though based on Greg's eyebrow raises at certain times, I think he has."
"Oh, so we're back to Greg again, are we? He didn't pressure you to volunteer, did he?"
"No, if anything I pressured him to volunteer. He's very involved in his academics. The only reason I even got to know him a little bit is that we're in the same four person study group for the psychology class. But he really gets into it, it's like his break from the hard sciences…"
"And your break from the mojo and the structure of learning languages."
"Hey, I like what I'm learning in my major, that's why…"
"Dawnie it's okay. I'm just saying that it seems like you've got a good class and a good professor. Good study group. And no one is evil."
"Willow!"
"What. Oh, I just cursed the outcome, didn't I. Well, maybe it's got a little evil to it. You know wickedness, but nothing to bad."
"Professor Recktor does wear all black, that's a little evil, I suppose."
"So…"
"Well, the reason I called it because. You know, you have. Both, haven't you?"
"Ah. Well, Dawn let's just say it is different for everyone. And if you're concerned about the um… taste, there are various ways to make what you're tasting more like something you know... with flavored syrups and stuff. You know like ice cream toppings."
"Ooh good point. Maybe I should bring that up on our intranet discussion board for the research project."
"The main thing is Dawn, just be careful. There's really nothing much better than feeling the texture of a determined tongue. I guess this is a good way to practice and not get involved."
"Yeah that's what I was thinking."
"Well, be safe, Dawn. Call me if you want to talk about this more. Or if anything happens."
"And you promise not to tell?"
"Yes, hun. Just listen to your instincts."
"I love you Willow."
"Love you too, Dawnie."
"Bye."
"Bye."
Dawn's face was flushed. While she didn't really get turned on by girls, she was a girl, so she didn't have any objection to knowing more about what girls liked. Maybe she should practice a bit.
Dawn pulled the covers up on her bed, undid her jeans and bra… and explored for a while. She didn't stop until she was jerking uncontrollably in her own pleasure with the aid of her hairbrush handle and a very thick sealed glue-stick. Closed her eyes for a moment. Checked the clock. Forty-five minutes had passed… give or take. Her dorm-mates might be coming in soon, and she needed to take a shower.
