I Scratch Your Back, You Scratch Mine

A Torchwood fanfiction

By H.R.C. Stanley

Toshiko's POV

I walked along the pavement with too much on my mind, only to find her, Mary, just sitting on a brick fence and looking around as if she were oblivious, but I wasn't. I could spot her from over a mile away.

"Might have known you'd have my address as well," I said as I kept my face away from her.

"Did you tell them?" She asked me.

"No, I didn't," I answered bluntly as I quickly turned away, not even wanting to look her in the eye again.

I carried on, still keeping my eyes away, pretending she wasn't there or even existed. However, she was still following me, and I knew she would anyway. It was inevitable from the moment I first came across her.

I unlocked and opened the door to my own home and she still stalked me like an unsubtle predator.

I took off my jacket without hesitance. I caught the sound of my door closing shut and quickly turned to see she already made her way in like a stalker.

"What made you change your mind?" She asked behind me. "You listened to them, didn't you? See, I told you. Isn't it incredible? Some of the stuff you hear?"

Furious and just on the brink of fuming, I unzipped my bag and quickly pulled out the pendant, the very thing she gave me.

"What is this thing?" I demanded. "Why did you give it to me?"

"I told you," She responded in the vaguest way possible, which only frustrated me even further.

"The things I heard, what they thought of me," I recapped as hard as I could comprehend. "What they really thought, god, these are people that are supposed to like me."

"They do like you., people are complicated, they..." Mary stammered for only a bit. "Okay, I should have warned you about this. It isn't like reading someone's diary. The stuff you've been hearing, it's so deep, so personal, stuff they're not even aware they're thinking."

"You think you know someone," I came so close to breaking down. "Then suddenly you see them for real, and they're bastard little kids."

"Not everything," She tried to comfort me. "Not everyone." She then took off her own jacket and chucked it away.

Mary took hold of the pendant and put it around my neck once more. Then I start to hear them again, the voices, the echoing whispers. They weren't so much voices as much voices as much as groans and moans; sounding aroused and arousing, it sounded so wrong yet felt so right. They also felt familiar, at least one voice, but I couldn't put a finger on it at first.

"I wouldn't say your thoughts were exactly pure," I shuddered as I felt her slightly cold hands cupping my cheeks and neck. I was unsure if I should continue to resist or just give in already.

"At least they're consistent," She justified. "No agenda, No resentment."

"They pity me," I admitted, nearly choking. "You don't pity me."

"Why would I?" She questioned with an obviously seductive look in her eyes.

As soon as she said that, I heard a voice in my head again, fast yet faint, this time I recognised it, it was hers, definitely without any doubt.

"Yes, you want to touch me with your lips so much, you know you want to..."

"What you're thinking now, that's pretty graphic" I muttered, intimidated by such dirty thoughts crawling their way into my head.

"That wasn't my thought."

"What?" I didn't catch what she said at the time, with the voices in my head not making it easier.

"I wasn't thinking anything that wasn't my thought," She repeated herself much clearer. "It must've been yours."

"I want to touch you too, so bad, I want to ravage you and make you feel everything you never have before..."

"That one there," I caught it, right there, from her mind into mine, faster than lightning. "That's yours."

"Yeah," She confessed "That was mine..."

I then hear another voice, quickly recognising it as my own. I wasn't even speaking, I sounded like I was gasping, breathing, and moaning. It grew higher and louder. A dark lustful shadow was awakened from within the depths of my conscious.

"I- I certainly seem to be enjoying myself," I stammered, unable to fathom how much pleasure and temptation I was feeling.

"You would..." She said, creeping even closer to me. "You will..."

I knew, she knew, we both knew, that any further resistance from me would be pointless and only delaying what was inevitable. I gave in to my primal urges. I finally let my dark twisted inhumane desires break free, free to consume me, my very body and soul. I swiftly grabbed hold of her and let our lips collide at last.

Her lips were somehow so smooth and gentle against mine as she put her soft hands upon my cheeks in response and we both couldn't help but shiver. She then took hold of my shoulders and pushed me hard against a wall.

Mary unbuttoned and zipped down my trousers. As soon as her hand entered me, I gasped in reaction. Her fingers pumped in and out of me, sending surges of ecstasy through my body, as I was forced by mere instinct to thrust my hips and arch my whole tingling spine.

I felt like I'm turning blind as my sight started to turn into a watery blur and my eyes rolled up as far as they could go. I hear her dirty whispers, inside my head, driving my madness further.

"You've been wanting this all your life, haven't you?"

"Yes... yes... yes..." I managed to barely and repetitively choke out of my mouth. She was right, and I couldn't deny it.

Her fingers then started to pick up the pace, like a jackhammer into my soul. The faster they pumped, the more my body trembled. My legs felt drained of strength and stamina; had it not been for the convenient kitchen table behind me, I would've collapsed completely.

"Do it... come for me..."

Groaning in response, I let my hips bucked harder and harder, and then, I did just that. I felt insides of my centre splatter all over her hand as she finally ceased the thumping. As my vision began to clear, I saw her remove her hand from me, even glimpsed a bit of gooey essence coating her fingers. She proceeded to lick her own hand clean, humming in delight from whatever it tasted like.

"So where's your bed?" She asked me.

Catching my breath and without even needing to speak, I grabbed her by the thighs, lilted her up and carried her to my room. My body swayed along the way from the brief feeling of sudden ecstasy, combined with the weight of this seductress.

Her lips met mine again and her hands still cup my face. They were pliable, full, tasting waxy from lipstick. That was different as well.

I suddenly turned into a savage beast, hungry to ravage this person, this individual I've barely even known for at least a day or two, if even that.

She didn't fumble, Mary. Every touch was sure, calm. She took off my bra on the first try, then gently nudged me onto my back, without any tangling limbs or tripping or awkward elbows at all.

I lifted off her T-shirt and pulled down her skirt, tights and boots for her. My hand took a life of its own and hovered down pass her torso and abdomen. She gave me access, my fingers crawled like spider legs. Soon enough, my fingers slipped in. I should be ashamed of myself for satisfying and giving sick pleasure to this person who's been stalking me, for some strange reason, I'm not.

Mary's touches were softer than she was used to, but with a sharp edge every time her fingernail angled up into my skin. It fitted her, a strange balance and mixture of hard and soft, of gentle and then something – something sharp. This wasn't me anymore, the smart, pure and calm me, but some dark depraved repressed beast inside me taking over.

I let my tongue get a good taste of the sweat of her skin, a strange mix of sweetness and saltiness. I heard her cries of ecstasy inside my head, testing my sanity, and I felt her nails scratching down at my back, causing sharp pain.

"Yes, yes! Don't stop! Keep going, keep going, keep doing!"

I felt a splat all over my hand and I knew what just happened. She eventually caved in and came all over my hand, just like I did at hers. Slowly, I forced myself to ease down as I regained my senses and pulled out my hand to see it stained in a clear, cold and sticky substance. Mary grabbed hold of my dirty hand and licked it clean, staring at me while doing so.

"You scratch my back," She whispered straight into my ear; it was enough to send a tingle through my veins. "I scratch yours."

She swiftly flipped us both over with a sudden thud and a slight bounce. Leaving a trail of cold kisses, she etched down my torso until she reached my delicate centre and pulled down my briefs. She glimpsed back at me with those teasing seductive eyes before I suddenly felt her tongue stroking and flickering. It was just as cold as her fingers, just enough to make my body writhe beyond my control.

"Mmm, you taste sweet, even sweeter than me..."

Being a submissive victim to this euphoria would be bad enough, but hearing those words, her voice, in my head, were just enough to drive and push me over the edge.

With one hand, I clawed at her short blonde hair, shivering and even frantically trembling before her mercy. With the other, I clenched the pendant laying on my chest tightly till it could even leave a mark on my hand. I forced my eyes tight and shut, I lost near-complete control of my whole body as I forced my sweat-coated head back, my limbs stiffened and my chest arched and bent until my body was aching so much and it was driving me to the brink of madness. I felt an internal explosion within me, within my fragile body, as I finally came again at last.

Everything was a mere hazy blur of clashing colours, but as I felt her tongue slowing down before it slipped free, it all gradually became clear. With one last hint of energy left in me, I pulled off the pendant as it unclasped free from my neck and let it loose on a convenient bedside table.

"You're really good at this," I gasped, then winced at the compliment I just made.

"Why thank you, I've had experience with both sexes," She muttered, thankfully actually talking with her mouth instead of her twisting mind. "I'm gonna go, borrow one of your gowns and look for a fag to smoke, if you pardon the pun..."

The End...?