The Same in Any Language
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ericadawn16Title: When All the Stars Were Falling
Author: Ericadawn16
Characters: Ianto, Jack, James, Martha, Tom, Gwen, Rhys
Rated: RANGST MPREG AU SEX
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Each relationship has its challenges.
Author's Note: This has nothing to do with Iefan or Knocked Up or their stories. Starts after Exit Wounds. This is a crossover with Pirates of the Caribbean. Okay, I admit it. This is a fix-it fic for Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End Yay, Norrington!
Masterlist: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/140297.html
Previous Chapter: Fully Clothed Coitus
The Same in Any Language
“I hope James is alright,” Ianto wondered aloud as he scooped the Shrimp fried rice onto Jack’s plate.
“What’s this? This isn’t your usual cawl,” the other man remarked although it was obvious that he was pleased.
“I’m trying something new,” he said, putting some of the food on his own plate, “for the dinner party.”
“What dinner party?”
Oops, he hadn’t mentioned it before? He assumed he had.
“I’m having a dinner party in a few weeks,” he explained, sitting down.
“So, we’re having a dinner party?” Jack asked in that lower tone of voice when he wasn’t quite joking.
“Yep,” Ianto answered and liked the use of “we.” A thought crossed his mind, but he wouldn’t ask it yet. It was better to take things one at a time. Otherwise, they tended to get worse.
“I don’t recall you having a dinner party before…”
The younger man speared a shrimp and chewed, not too bad and it let him avoid that statement for a little while. He’d liked to have ignored it forever except they were trying to be more honest with each other.
“It was only the four of us and Rhys without you,” the Welshman explained and saw Jack’s face soften as he realized when it had been, “Tosh bought a bottle of wine, Gwen and Rhys showed off her new ring and Owen drank too much of the wine and fell asleep on the couch.”
He supposed that was another reason he wanted to have another one so that there would be new memories of Martha and James mixed with the old ones. It had worked before when the house seemed filled with those who were gone. Jack put his fingers so they interlaced with his for a second, squeezing. Sometimes, they could speak without words. He knew Jack wasn’t reading his mind though because he had learned from London what it felt like and his lover had only done it once…after Lisa…
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“…You’ve never read The Selfish Gene? Richard Dawkins is a genius,” said Morgen, picking up their dishes, “it explains everything, I’m not sure I believe all of it, but it’s interesting. Every nice thing we do, like helping a kid cross the street is so that the genes that we share with the child are able to continue.”
James didn’t understand any of it, but he found it all fascinating.
“I’ll try to find a copy at the library and loan it to you,” the younger man called from the kitchen.
“That would be great,” he agreed and thought of the libraries his father and uncle had had. He’d loved spending a rainy Saturday in one of them with Shakespeare or Cicero or Ovid or…there were too many and by now, there’d be many more that he’d never even heard of.
“Sorry about the quality, but I can’t afford the good stuff,” Morgen apologized, handing him a glass of reddish wine. However, he tasted worse and the dinner had been delicious…some sort of pasta and cheese that he called Baked Ziti.
“This is fine,” James assured him, standing up and they looked at each other. Was this the end of the evening?
“I suppose it’s time for me to be leaving,” he spoke and his date frowned for a moment before stepping closer, “Or you could stay a bit longer?”
“I’m uncertain,” said the taller one, leaning to put the glass on the coaster as Morgen had showed him earlier on the low coffee table when the other’s lips met his. Both glasses stood forgotten while James put his arms on the younger man’s back. The kiss deepened until his date pulled away, only to start kissing his jawline and working up to James’ ear where he started nibbling. It tickled and he fought from laughing. Still, it had been either 300 years or at least over a year, depending on how you looked at it, since he’d touched another person with passion. He wanted this. He needed this. James tugged the red buttoned shirt from Morgen’s jeans which got a grin.
“Come on,” the younger man spoke, taking his hand and leading him a few yards away to his bedroom. Then, he picked at his buttons which took way too long so James started helping. His chest had a nice softness to it as he pushed him back on the bed and kissed his mouth. However, he’d forgotten his boots. He kicked them off and Morgen removed his laced shoes before they moved on to their socks. There was something on the other man’s stomach and he looked closer to a small red fox drawn on it. It must be a tattoo.
“Is there a story there?” James asked and the younger man looked a bit embarrassed.
“Elen bet me that I wouldn’t do it,” he answered, looking at one of the picture frames that lined the flat although James couldn’t make out who was in it.
“So, what did you receive in return?”
“A date with her,” Morgen replied with a little bit of red showing on his face, “I’ve had a crush on her since forever but that was years ago.”
It was clear that he didn’t want to talk about her and James didn’t blame him if she was anything like Elizabeth…actually, she sounded worse. He undid his vest and threw it. There was the uncomfortable realization that he was quite hard already and they’d barely begun. The younger man didn’t know until he pressed against him, kissing while undoing his shirt. Light brown eyes were full of lust as they looked back at his green ones and things started happening much faster. Clothes were stripped in haste and they were both naked on the bed. Morgen reached inside a bedside drawer, taking out a tube and squeezing something over his hands. He spread it over the bigger cock and it felt so good.
“Oh, James,” he whispered, hoarse and James knew what to do, inserting a couple of fingers but he was stopped, “first, we need a condom.”
Also from the drawer that held the tube, the other man produced a green square which he opened to reveal a circle that started glowing. He took the circle and put it on the end of James’ prick, rolling it down to cover the length and pinching the end before spreading on more of the liquid.
“Do it,” Morgen nodded and he pierced into him as the younger man held his own cock. Minutes later, they lay in each other’s arms.
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Tom snored: a sudden sound that woke Martha up. She played with the very short curls on his head before cuddling closer rather than having to look at her flat. Half her things were still in boxes, but even her London flat had paled in comparison with Tom’s. He suggested a new shade of paint that would look better, but she wasn't sure when she'd have the time to try it. Tom’s flat always looked perfect and was full of items from all over the world that he’d found in markets. The only signs of living in her previous flat were playbills from Old Vic and Donmar although she wasn’t sure when the last time she’d been to the theatre was. A copy of Deathly Hallows lay beside the bed but it was taking her months to finish. The Doctor had insisted that she read the series. She kissed Tom's neck and closed her eyes, trying to go back to sleep. Martha hated that part of her was disappointed at his coming tonight after coming into work very, very early last night. There had been an incident where a Weevil had been beaten half to death and she'd been so tired, but she should have been excited at one of the few visits he could manage. She twisted the ring on her finger and decided she needed more time to become accustomed to Cardiff.
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Gwen gasped as Owen rubbed his digits against her clit on his bed. She was returning the favor with her foot when there was a gunshot. In a split second, she looked away to locate the shooter and the scene changed from his flat to the Pharm. When she looked back, Owen was dying on the ground.
“No!!” Gwen screamed, hoping things would be different this time. Then, there was a second shot and she saw Tosh fall. The three of them were in the Hub and she called for help, but nothing came. Tosh and Owen died in front of her and she cried.
“Gwen! Gwen!!” came a voice and she began to snap out of it, sobbing into Rhys’ arms, “Gwen, it wasn’t your fault.”
Cadence
Author: Ericadawn16
Characters: Ianto, Jack, James, Martha, Tom, Gwen, Rhys
Rated: RANGST MPREG AU SEX
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Each relationship has its challenges.
Author's Note: This has nothing to do with Iefan or Knocked Up or their stories. Starts after Exit Wounds. This is a crossover with Pirates of the Caribbean. Okay, I admit it. This is a fix-it fic for Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End Yay, Norrington!
Masterlist: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/140297.html
Previous Chapter: Fully Clothed Coitus
The Same in Any Language
“I hope James is alright,” Ianto wondered aloud as he scooped the Shrimp fried rice onto Jack’s plate.
“What’s this? This isn’t your usual cawl,” the other man remarked although it was obvious that he was pleased.
“I’m trying something new,” he said, putting some of the food on his own plate, “for the dinner party.”
“What dinner party?”
Oops, he hadn’t mentioned it before? He assumed he had.
“I’m having a dinner party in a few weeks,” he explained, sitting down.
“So, we’re having a dinner party?” Jack asked in that lower tone of voice when he wasn’t quite joking.
“Yep,” Ianto answered and liked the use of “we.” A thought crossed his mind, but he wouldn’t ask it yet. It was better to take things one at a time. Otherwise, they tended to get worse.
“I don’t recall you having a dinner party before…”
The younger man speared a shrimp and chewed, not too bad and it let him avoid that statement for a little while. He’d liked to have ignored it forever except they were trying to be more honest with each other.
“It was only the four of us and Rhys without you,” the Welshman explained and saw Jack’s face soften as he realized when it had been, “Tosh bought a bottle of wine, Gwen and Rhys showed off her new ring and Owen drank too much of the wine and fell asleep on the couch.”
He supposed that was another reason he wanted to have another one so that there would be new memories of Martha and James mixed with the old ones. It had worked before when the house seemed filled with those who were gone. Jack put his fingers so they interlaced with his for a second, squeezing. Sometimes, they could speak without words. He knew Jack wasn’t reading his mind though because he had learned from London what it felt like and his lover had only done it once…after Lisa…
********************************************
“…You’ve never read The Selfish Gene? Richard Dawkins is a genius,” said Morgen, picking up their dishes, “it explains everything, I’m not sure I believe all of it, but it’s interesting. Every nice thing we do, like helping a kid cross the street is so that the genes that we share with the child are able to continue.”
James didn’t understand any of it, but he found it all fascinating.
“I’ll try to find a copy at the library and loan it to you,” the younger man called from the kitchen.
“That would be great,” he agreed and thought of the libraries his father and uncle had had. He’d loved spending a rainy Saturday in one of them with Shakespeare or Cicero or Ovid or…there were too many and by now, there’d be many more that he’d never even heard of.
“Sorry about the quality, but I can’t afford the good stuff,” Morgen apologized, handing him a glass of reddish wine. However, he tasted worse and the dinner had been delicious…some sort of pasta and cheese that he called Baked Ziti.
“This is fine,” James assured him, standing up and they looked at each other. Was this the end of the evening?
“I suppose it’s time for me to be leaving,” he spoke and his date frowned for a moment before stepping closer, “Or you could stay a bit longer?”
“I’m uncertain,” said the taller one, leaning to put the glass on the coaster as Morgen had showed him earlier on the low coffee table when the other’s lips met his. Both glasses stood forgotten while James put his arms on the younger man’s back. The kiss deepened until his date pulled away, only to start kissing his jawline and working up to James’ ear where he started nibbling. It tickled and he fought from laughing. Still, it had been either 300 years or at least over a year, depending on how you looked at it, since he’d touched another person with passion. He wanted this. He needed this. James tugged the red buttoned shirt from Morgen’s jeans which got a grin.
“Come on,” the younger man spoke, taking his hand and leading him a few yards away to his bedroom. Then, he picked at his buttons which took way too long so James started helping. His chest had a nice softness to it as he pushed him back on the bed and kissed his mouth. However, he’d forgotten his boots. He kicked them off and Morgen removed his laced shoes before they moved on to their socks. There was something on the other man’s stomach and he looked closer to a small red fox drawn on it. It must be a tattoo.
“Is there a story there?” James asked and the younger man looked a bit embarrassed.
“Elen bet me that I wouldn’t do it,” he answered, looking at one of the picture frames that lined the flat although James couldn’t make out who was in it.
“So, what did you receive in return?”
“A date with her,” Morgen replied with a little bit of red showing on his face, “I’ve had a crush on her since forever but that was years ago.”
It was clear that he didn’t want to talk about her and James didn’t blame him if she was anything like Elizabeth…actually, she sounded worse. He undid his vest and threw it. There was the uncomfortable realization that he was quite hard already and they’d barely begun. The younger man didn’t know until he pressed against him, kissing while undoing his shirt. Light brown eyes were full of lust as they looked back at his green ones and things started happening much faster. Clothes were stripped in haste and they were both naked on the bed. Morgen reached inside a bedside drawer, taking out a tube and squeezing something over his hands. He spread it over the bigger cock and it felt so good.
“Oh, James,” he whispered, hoarse and James knew what to do, inserting a couple of fingers but he was stopped, “first, we need a condom.”
Also from the drawer that held the tube, the other man produced a green square which he opened to reveal a circle that started glowing. He took the circle and put it on the end of James’ prick, rolling it down to cover the length and pinching the end before spreading on more of the liquid.
“Do it,” Morgen nodded and he pierced into him as the younger man held his own cock. Minutes later, they lay in each other’s arms.
******************************************
Tom snored: a sudden sound that woke Martha up. She played with the very short curls on his head before cuddling closer rather than having to look at her flat. Half her things were still in boxes, but even her London flat had paled in comparison with Tom’s. He suggested a new shade of paint that would look better, but she wasn't sure when she'd have the time to try it. Tom’s flat always looked perfect and was full of items from all over the world that he’d found in markets. The only signs of living in her previous flat were playbills from Old Vic and Donmar although she wasn’t sure when the last time she’d been to the theatre was. A copy of Deathly Hallows lay beside the bed but it was taking her months to finish. The Doctor had insisted that she read the series. She kissed Tom's neck and closed her eyes, trying to go back to sleep. Martha hated that part of her was disappointed at his coming tonight after coming into work very, very early last night. There had been an incident where a Weevil had been beaten half to death and she'd been so tired, but she should have been excited at one of the few visits he could manage. She twisted the ring on her finger and decided she needed more time to become accustomed to Cardiff.
*********************************************
Gwen gasped as Owen rubbed his digits against her clit on his bed. She was returning the favor with her foot when there was a gunshot. In a split second, she looked away to locate the shooter and the scene changed from his flat to the Pharm. When she looked back, Owen was dying on the ground.
“No!!” Gwen screamed, hoping things would be different this time. Then, there was a second shot and she saw Tosh fall. The three of them were in the Hub and she called for help, but nothing came. Tosh and Owen died in front of her and she cried.
“Gwen! Gwen!!” came a voice and she began to snap out of it, sobbing into Rhys’ arms, “Gwen, it wasn’t your fault.”
Cadence
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Date: 2011-01-01 12:46 am (UTC)I love cross overs and a good one is always hard to find, thus why I comment because I truly meant that I wanted more. I hope more people see this and tell you what they think. I know as a writer how had it can be when no doesn't review or even just leave a simple comment.
I also can not wait until the father of Jack's daughter finds out he has a daughter (Heh, I hope we get to see that.) because that seems like a really cool screen.
I also love how you have James responding to this world, it's so different from his own and you are writing that very well.
So yes, I read it and now I am checking cross over news each time I see a new post to see if you have written any more!
*hugs*
Gigi
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Date: 2011-01-02 07:20 am (UTC)The good news is that I have most of this story written out except for the ending, but I do have the Iefan story which is a WIP and I've been convinced to start posting my Harry Potter and Pirates stories. However, I'm hoping once I get settled more into the new year and my job, I'll be posting more often again.
Again, your words mean a lot. :)