OMG! A new story...be sure I am not abandoning the others. I just need to kick start my brain and this story would not leave me alone.
I only Own my ideas
Warnings: NSFW. It's torchwood, what did you expect! lol
Do ENJOY!
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Demran 3, it was a great place if you're looking for an escape or an indulgence. Travel agents often boasted of its blushing skies, rolling hills, and that there was nary any type of authority to be seen. Yes, you could do what you wanted when you wanted and no one would bat an eyelash on Demran 3. The biggest draw, were their pleasure houses, known across galaxies for having only the best of consorts. Slavery was illegal here, as with many other planets, but indentured servitude and clear class divides, where just as prevalent. Once you were identified as part of the lower class, it was almost impossible to change.
Mikara hadn't asked for this life and how she was trapped in it still bothered her. Ifan or rather Ianto, her guardian and recent bonded lover, for whatever reason, didn't seem to mind as much. Perhaps he was just better at hiding his true feelings. Yes that must be it. Slowly she rose from her meager pallet, looking around the room they all slept in if they were not working. Ianto was absent, either he was doing some errand for the pleasure house or he was entertaining a client. Seventh Heaven was the best the planet had on offer. There was a reason they were at the top, each worker or 'servant' was trained in not just sex, but simple companionship and even therapy as well. Some clients came just to have someone to talk to.
The servants were almost always treated well. They basically lived in poverty on their off time, but when they entertained clients, it was in the lap of luxury. It wasn't just in the pleasure house either; often they would be escorts, wearing jewels and fine cloths. The items belonged to the house of course, but in those moments they could dream. Then there were the in house suites and private bungalows. Soft beds layered with pillows and blankets of rich silks, private baths, beautiful views, and the food… Oh the food was always amazing. True; companions or 'servants' were given smaller portions, but it was still better than their usual fair.
Not to mention it wasn't just your usual 'by the hour' place either. A contract with a companion could last anywhere from a day to 2 months to a year. The latter didn't happen often, but Mikara had heard of it occurring. She gave a great yawn, a stretch and her stomach rumbled right as Ifan walked in looking rumpled and carrying breakfast.
"Client? New or usual." She asked; as she took the bowl of porridge. He settled next to her and sighed. Taking careful bites of his breakfast and avoiding her gaze. "I'll admit it Ifan, for indentured sexual servitude, this is the best place to be, but you can be honest with me…secretly you hate it as much as I do." Mikara lamented; taking a few more bites.
"I think I may have a way out." Ianto offered after a time.
"Well don't keep me in suspense." Mikara huffed lighthearted.
"Remember that Captain, red coat, amazing cheek bones…"
"Flair for the dramatic? Gets into role play?...Sure, why?" Mikara asked with a raised eyebrow.
"He has a friend, whom is coming tomorrow night in fact. We need to…impress him, not only could it lead to a long contract, but perhaps he can help us as well."
"Wait a second...we?" Ever since they had secretly bonded, the house had done almost anything to keep them apart. It would start riots if 'management' messed with their off time, but they could easily control their client lists.
"Err…yes…well…"
"Ifan! Were almost never together! They know about the bond and they keep us apart, well no longer! What do we need to do?"
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Jack had no qualms about leaving earth behind. Everyone was gone, earth had made first contact, and he felt out of place in the new Torchwood. He had a good long life with Gwen and Rhys, but it was time to move on. He had traveled with the Doctor for a time, but even that had lost its charm. So the Doc had fixed his Vortex manipulator and sent him on his way. Now he was at a loss with where to go.
He tried The Vegas Galaxies. Found he was a fairly proficient gambler. He took one night stands over the offered slaves and for a time he could almost convince himself he was happy. He had nice rooms, a beautiful woman or man to share his bed, and credits galore. What could go wrong?
When he revived in a dump, covered in blood with bullet holes in his shirt, he knew it was time to move on. His ex-partner John had always raved about Seventh Heaven on Demran 3. It was the home of luxury and hedonism at its finest. Only the elite, wealthy, and/or important got in. A friend of Hart's owned the place and anytime John would visit he was treated like royalty. No wonder Hart loved it.
Jack sighed, keyed in the coordinates, and made a jump to their known meeting place. Once he had shook off the effects of the travel he started to look around. The place was in an obvious state of disrepair. No one had been here in quite some time. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed a crumpled paper shoved into a couch cushion. All it contained were dates and a location, among them, Demran 3.
Hart had given him times to choose from and where he'd be at the time. Almost all of them were, Demran 3. Before punching in the code, he stopped; Demran 3 was a return to everything he had left behind for earth. Was he ready for this? Was a life of, sex, drink and languid luxury really what he wanted? Demran 3 was John's world not his, not anymore. He wadded up the paper and he almost threw it when he noticed a drawing on the back. It was Ianto, but he was kissing a woman and they weren't human.
"What the? That's not…Yan…"
He spread out the paper, under the picture was a date and the words; 'save them'. Not his Yan, had purple, furry ears, wings, and a tail. So dark it was almost black, but they looked so soft. While hers were burgundy, she looked almost regal and he looked at her with such love, he could feel it in his chest. He knew it wasn't his Ianto, but they looked so similar. Maybe it was an incarnation of his late lover. He knew he had to find out and decision made he flipped open his manipulator.
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Mikara was swimming around the giant 'servants' tub as Ianto walked in. She popped her head up as she paddled to the edge. "Is that for me?" She asked with wonder. Gasping as he held the platinum, filigree patterned and jeweled belt aloft for her to see it better. The sheer layered fabric in his arms fell to brush the floor and revealed a tunic style dress that the belt obviously held together. "It…it's so…thin, but I don't care, it's gorgeous." Mikara gushed as she stepped from the bath and reached for a towel.
"Apparently I will accompany him to dinner and then back to bungalow 4 where you'll be waiting." It was said less enthusiastically than she expected. Bungalow 4 was the second best, rivaled only by Captain John's usual quarters. For them to stay there, together, was a big deal and Ianto seemed, tired at best. She eyed him carefully and realized he was finally letting everything he felt, show. This was it, this was their way out and the pressure was getting to him.
After securing her towel she cupped his cheek. Bath time and stolen minutes at meals seemed to be the only time they had alone. "Kiss me, take me, whatever you need and I know we can do this." Mikara promised as he set her clothes aside. Then he removed his thin cotton pants and she dropped her towel. Her legs winding around his waist as he carried them into the water.
She sighed against his lips as he swept his hands along her skin. His palms brushed against her hardening nipples and she moaned. "It's been too long my lady." Ianto sighed, ducking his head to take the dusky peak between his lips. She started to squirm, rolling her hips into his. "Patience my queen."
She gave him a look, "I'm not a queen." Mikara protested, but it was lost as a drawn out moan when his fingers snuck between her thighs. She might be a high priestess of the garden, but she wasn't a queen.
"Today, every day, you're 'my' queen." Ianto professed; starting a rhythm with his hand. Soon she was panting, moaning, and begging when he felt her walls flutter. Crooking his fingers, he sped up his rhythm.
She cried out as she came and he could tell she wasn't faking. This was a look she gave only to him. Her shields lowered and her pleasure spiked across their bond. It seeped into his head like honey and he groaned, burying his head in her neck. "My guardian, my angel, I love you." Mikara whispered it into his ear. She wished she could shout it from rooftops, but they had to be careful. A bond was one thing, but love between servants, especially in a pleasure house was forbidden.
He growled and thrust into her waiting heat. His hand having moved to her waist just seconds before. "Goddess in heaven, you're always so tight." Ianto gasped as they started to move together.
She glared when he paused. "This some dig about me being a whore and over used? I never asked for this." Mikara huffed, about to call a halt to everything.
"No…Oh Goddess no, I'm so sorry…" Ianto spluttered.
"Just keep going…"
He shook his head and gripped her hips harder, starting to thrust again. She started to cling to him knowing their time together was growing short. Their servant friends could only stall the others for so long. "Goddess faster…oh…Oh Ianto please." Mikara cried.
He snapped his hips, going as fast and hard as he dared. Feeling like he wanted to climb inside her and be done with the world. "My queen, I love you." Ianto whispered as she shuddered in his arms. He gave a few sharp thrusts before following her into oblivion.
The bliss didn't last nearly long enough and even when clients let him come, it was for their enjoyment not his. He set her down on shaking legs as they kissed softly. "A week, a month. We can do this." Ianto sighed.
She nodded as she reached for the shampoo. They needed to look their best.
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Sometime later they were in the bungalow, taking advantage of the space and finery as well as getting ready. "Shirtless or waist coat?" Ianto asked, turning in the mirror.
"Give him something to undress."
"So waist coat then?" He said; donning the black waist coat and smoothing out his silvery smooth silk pants. Into whistled as she walked forward and handed him the belt for her waist. Her long violet hair up in a twist and she looked absolutely gorgeous. "Wow, you sitting on that bed…waiting, nothing better."
"And you Ifan, will blow him away, take all the time you need."
"You're just saying that because you want the bed to yourself"
"Can you blame me? Now go, mustn't keep John waiting." Mikara grinned, pushing him to the door.
Everything was about to change and not just for them either.
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Yes, somehow plot snuck into my porn... ~_^
I can do this one of two ways. A short chapter story or a one shot, it will take longer to post, but you will get it all at once.
Let me know which you would prefer.
As always HEART Y'ALLS
