Torchwood fic: Untitled Gwen/Owen, weevil voyeur.
I'd nearly forgotten, but I wrote this little Owen/Gwen tidbit last month for the public displays of affection comment porn battle. I've decided to post it here for posterity.
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Two of the creatures, her captors, were mating in the hall outside her cell. The male was the one they called Owen, but she hadn't learned the female's name yet.
These creatures had names for everything, if you listened long enough. They even named their captives. The leader had called her Barbara for a while, and now Janet. The others called her Weevil, which was also nice. But all the names got confusing.
All Janet knew about Owen's mate was that she was new. Janet liked this female better than the other one, the one they called Tosh. Earlier, Tosh had come down wearing something shiny around her neck that made Janet's head hurt.
Sometimes, this new female would look inside Janet's cell with a mixture of pity and fear. Janet waited, and hoped that one day the female would step inside the cell. When that happened, Janet would tear her throat out and have a good meal.
Maybe Owen knew Janet's intent. Maybe that was why he brought his mate down here. It was a strong statement: 'The female is mine. Nobody can tear her throat out except for me.'
Owen would think like this, because was the least alien of all the captors. Sometimes, he reminded Janet of her old mate that she'd left behind in the sewers. Owen seemed to be trying to tear his mate's throat out, now. He kept nipping at her neck. But his kind had small, blunt teeth, and the female just moaned.
Their mating cries were getting louder, and Janet crept forward in her cell, watching intently.
"Owen! Ah..."
"Shit--! You're good. Oh yeah..."
Janet didn't understand what they were saying, but it was very interesting.
They got louder and louder, and then they stopped. The female looked in Janet's direction with glazed eyes. Janet stared back, and, after a moment the female's eyes widened, and she slapped Owen's arm.
"Owen! That thing's looking at us..."
Owen turned his head, and looked at Janet.
"Oi! What are you looking at?"
Janet howled at him.
There was noise by the door leading to the cells, and Janet smelled food. The two creatures panicked, and quickly pulled up their trousers.
The door opened, and the other male, the one that fed Janet these days, came in, carrying a bucket of food and a can of that nasty spray. He looked at Owen and the female, and they all started talking very quickly, too quickly for Janet to comprehend.
The female rushed out, and Owen glared at the other male. Janet wondered if they were going to fight, and what would happen to the food if they did, but Owen left.
Janet wondered if the other male wanted Owen's mate. But that couldn't be--this man always had the leader's scent on him. If you were mating with the leader, there was no time to mate with anyone else.
Janet shrunk back in the cell when the man gave her a burst of the spray, but she looked eagerly at the food.
The man said, "I'm sorry if they traumatized you, Janet. Maybe some good Weevil chow will erase the bad images from your mind."
Janet didn't know what he said, but she looked up at him and growled appreciatively.
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Two of the creatures, her captors, were mating in the hall outside her cell. The male was the one they called Owen, but she hadn't learned the female's name yet.
These creatures had names for everything, if you listened long enough. They even named their captives. The leader had called her Barbara for a while, and now Janet. The others called her Weevil, which was also nice. But all the names got confusing.
All Janet knew about Owen's mate was that she was new. Janet liked this female better than the other one, the one they called Tosh. Earlier, Tosh had come down wearing something shiny around her neck that made Janet's head hurt.
Sometimes, this new female would look inside Janet's cell with a mixture of pity and fear. Janet waited, and hoped that one day the female would step inside the cell. When that happened, Janet would tear her throat out and have a good meal.
Maybe Owen knew Janet's intent. Maybe that was why he brought his mate down here. It was a strong statement: 'The female is mine. Nobody can tear her throat out except for me.'
Owen would think like this, because was the least alien of all the captors. Sometimes, he reminded Janet of her old mate that she'd left behind in the sewers. Owen seemed to be trying to tear his mate's throat out, now. He kept nipping at her neck. But his kind had small, blunt teeth, and the female just moaned.
Their mating cries were getting louder, and Janet crept forward in her cell, watching intently.
"Owen! Ah..."
"Shit--! You're good. Oh yeah..."
Janet didn't understand what they were saying, but it was very interesting.
They got louder and louder, and then they stopped. The female looked in Janet's direction with glazed eyes. Janet stared back, and, after a moment the female's eyes widened, and she slapped Owen's arm.
"Owen! That thing's looking at us..."
Owen turned his head, and looked at Janet.
"Oi! What are you looking at?"
Janet howled at him.
There was noise by the door leading to the cells, and Janet smelled food. The two creatures panicked, and quickly pulled up their trousers.
The door opened, and the other male, the one that fed Janet these days, came in, carrying a bucket of food and a can of that nasty spray. He looked at Owen and the female, and they all started talking very quickly, too quickly for Janet to comprehend.
The female rushed out, and Owen glared at the other male. Janet wondered if they were going to fight, and what would happen to the food if they did, but Owen left.
Janet wondered if the other male wanted Owen's mate. But that couldn't be--this man always had the leader's scent on him. If you were mating with the leader, there was no time to mate with anyone else.
Janet shrunk back in the cell when the man gave her a burst of the spray, but she looked eagerly at the food.
The man said, "I'm sorry if they traumatized you, Janet. Maybe some good Weevil chow will erase the bad images from your mind."
Janet didn't know what he said, but she looked up at him and growled appreciatively.