Dawn Asks an Important Question
This story and writing is original to the author Rachel K. aka Village Mystic, but is based on material owned by the BBC and Mutant Enemy and various others. The main characters are thus derivative and not original to this author, and this story is based on copyrighted material. Meaning that this story may only be shared freely in homage to the source material. It is not an official derived work and does not intend to infringe on the rights of any copyright holders.Author's Notes: If you're not scared of explicit smut, but the bondage warning scares you, consider that The Master is the big bad; and that much of the so called bondage is of the mind... and he's using positive reinforcement techniques aka smut (and not with him). He's The Master so he does kill humans and others when he feels like it. He is actually trying to be more discriminate in who he kills or harms as an internal "pact" he's made on behalf of The Doctor.
The bondage parts are highly science fictiony and are not portrayed as a positive step for the central characters who do their best to fight against it. They don't always succeed due to the science fiction/science fantasy elements involved in the persuasion.
Other Doctor Who and Buffy-verse characters appear in cameo roles. Pre-J/I and Pre-L/I until near the end. The goal for Ianto is to have his Torchwood series characterization still be accurate, and the goal with Dawn is crossover future fic after the series, ignoring most of the comic book.
There is bondage in the story, but it is not voluntary for the main characters.
Romance develops during the story but the main genres are angst and drama. Violence in the second half of the story.
Later chapters have some incidental femslash. Most chapters have het or slash or both.
Some of this story has appeared in another form by the same author in "The Seductions of Ianto Jones."
This is my first time writing smut, so please tell me your favorite parts so that I can improve (private notes okay
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I tried to write the Ianto stuff based on what a guy would like and be like, and the Dawn stuff based on what some girls like. Later I bring in vignettes with other people's likes and dislikes to help 'flesh out' what is going on in the real world while things get very intense one-on-one for Ianto and Dawn. Yes, eventual Ianto/Dawn. I'll mark the ffa on the chapter or chapters were they do get together (rather than just think about each other).
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“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?”
“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. Butwebothvolunteeredfothisextracreditpyscheprojectwherewemightendupgivingeachotherhead.”
“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 goingtobeblowingeachotherbutnotknowwhoitisinextsession.”
“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.”
“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.”
“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.”
“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.”
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.