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Janto Kink	By : LRBaker1 Category: S through Z > Torchwood Views: 6090 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Pairing: Jack/Ianto Rating/Warning: N-17 – slash, sex, use of a tie as bondage material Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood and I make no money from writing this work of fiction. Thanks to my beta Beregond5! Takes place after Greeks bearing gifts Toshiko got into the Hub early, so early only Jack was around. The Japanese woman suspected her boss actually lived in the Torchwood Headquarters, as she had never heard him talk about a ‘home’ and he was always the last one to ‘leave’ and the first one ‘in.’ Jack gave her a half-hearted wave from his office, before looking back down at his paperwork, a frown on his face. Tosh hung up her jacket on a peg and sat down at her desk. Once the computer booted up she brought up the CCTV footage of the hub from the night before. Tosh fast-forwarded until the part where she had left and Jack had gone up to his office, before pausing. Was it really right to snoop into what Jack and Ianto did after hours? She’d promised herself after the incident with Mary, or Philoctetes, or whatever the alien had truly been called, that she would never eavesdrop or spy on her friends in any way ever again. But on the other hand she had been worried about Ianto ever since she had overheard his thoughts whilst wearing the pendant… “Can’t imagine a time when this isn’t everything. Pain’s so constant. Feels like my stomach’s full of rats. Feels like this is all I am now. There isn’t an inch of me that doesn’t hurt.” And then he had just smiled so normally at her and asked her if she wanted any coffee. He was always so nice and he had seemed very jumpy about being called to Jack’s office...Maybe she should watch the tape, even just a little bit of it, to make sure everything was okay… Before Toshiko even knew what she was doing she was hitting the play button and watching Ianto walk up to Jack’s office and enter. There was no sound and the only one with the ability to lip-read in the group was Ianto, so Tosh only had the pictures to go on to work out what was going on. Jack began pushing a pile of papers towards the edge of the desk and Ianto hastily moved forward and said something that made the captain pause. Then the older man was laughing and Ianto didn’t seem to be able to look at him. Tosh’s brown eyes widened as the Welshman bent over the desk…and then… ‘I shouldn’t be watching this,’ she thought in shocked horror, as Jack opened the desk drawer and withdrew a red dildo. Her hand moved in a strange spasm as she made to click off the screen, but somehow she just couldn’t do it. It was like watching a train crash or a weevil eating – you honestly wanted to look away, you knew you should look away, but something kept your eyes glued to the screen… The claxon announcing someone’s arrival into the Hub made Tosh literally jump out of her seat. The Japanese woman hastily brought up her latest project, attempting to fix her alien language programme that Owen and Gwen had idiotically destroyed when their ball had hit the computer. “Everything alright Tosh?” Gwen asked brightly. “F-fine,” she replied quickly, waiting until the other woman had sat down and busied herself with the papers on her desk before bringing the CCTV back up. She paused a moment, before downloading the…more exciting parts of the night onto a disk, deleting the appropriate section from the official CCTV records. Slipping the disk into her bag Tosh impatiently waited for Ianto to arrive at the Hub. Five minutes later Ianto entered the building. Toshiko managed to sit still long enough for the Welshman to hang up his jacket and vanish to make coffee before she was out of her seat and chasing after him. Ianto was softly humming to himself but stopped at the Japanese woman’s approach. “Do you need something Tosh?” he asked, smiling at her pleasantly. “Ianto,” she said in a strange strangled whisper. “I know what you and Jack did. Last night.” Ianto glanced at her, a weak smile tugging at his lips. “Sounds like a title of a bad horror movie.” “I’m serious! I saw the CCTV! How did this happen? The last time I checked you didn’t exactly hate Jack, but you certainly weren’t going to drop your pants for him!” “Things have just…changed,” Ianto replied evasively, adding sugar to the five mugs. “Changed how? Ianto, he isn’t…blackmailing you into anything, is he?” The younger man laughed softly at the idea. “No. The night before last I fell asleep in the archives. He woke me up and…I dunno. All the tension between us just seemed to explode and we ended up in bed together.” “Are you two…going to go out?” Tosh asked. Ianto’s eyes darkened and he tensed slightly. “I highly doubt it. Jack’s not one for monogamy after all. I’m sure he’ll get bored of me soon.” “Are you really happy with that Ianto?” Tosh pressed softly, “Just having sex?” Ianto handed her a cup of coffee. “Well, the sex is pretty good,” he replied, ignoring her first comment, really not wanting to think about foreign emotions such as ‘happiness.’ “Pretty good?” Tosh raised an eyebrow. Ianto smirked playfully. “Well, actually, it’s amazing. But don’t tell him that. I’m pretending it’s not that great. I want to see how far he’ll push me.” Jack, standing behind the door, smirked to himself. Oh, he would push Ianto very far indeed… ** Jack opened his desk drawer and took out the set of keys to Ianto’s flat, a copy in case of emergencies. The captain had never actually been to the Welshman’s home before and had to double-check the address on the computer before putting his military coat on and hurrying down the stairs. “I’ve gotta go out!” he called, knowing everyone could hear him, despite Gwen being the only one to actually look up and acknowledge him, Tosh and Owen apparently too engaged in their work and Ianto busy trying to not fall over as he over-stretched across the table to reach some sweet wrappers the other side to where he was, offering the captain a very satisfying view of the Welshman’s backside. A smile sprang to Jack’s lips and he headed towards the cog door. “Call me if anything comes up!” “Jack! Wait! Where are you going?” Gwen called after him. “Just have to do something!” he yelled back, glad he had his back to his team so they didn’t see the mischievous twinkle in his eye. ** Ianto tiredly slipped his key into the lock and unlocked the door before stepping into his flat. Jack had called around twenty minutes before and said everyone apart from Tosh should head home. The man idly wondered where his boss had been all day. There hadn’t been any unusual rift activity or any reports of strange happenings in the city…Shaking his head Ianto chalked it up to Jack just being very strange. He had to admit though, as he moved to the bedroom to change into something more casual, he had missed Jack today. The way his eyes followed Ianto around the room hungrily, the way their hands would meet as the Welshman passed a mug of coffee to him, the way Jack would call for him in that rich American accent… With a soft sigh Ianto stepped into the living room and stopped dead at the sight of Jack, shirtless, sitting quite comfortably on the sofa, reclining against the pillows. “Hello!” Ianto blinked in surprise, turning back to the door. It had been locked, so how could Jack have possibly gotten in? “Jack? What are you doing here?” Jack simply smirked, “What do you think I’m doing here?” Ianto’s eyes flickered to the door to the bedroom, slightly ajar. He smiled slightly, sliding out of his suit jacket. “I see.” The captain stalked forward and caught Ianto in a passionate kiss. The Welshman could feel himself being steered towards the bedroom as Jack’s deft fingers removed his shirt. The back of Ianto’s legs hit the bed and the two fell onto the soft sheets, Jack on top of his younger partner. Ianto couldn’t help but ask himself if what they were doing was really wise. At least at the Hub and on Jack’s desk it hadn’t been so…well, personal. Here they were surrounded by Ianto’s things, they were in his bed. At least it wasn’t a bed he and Lisa had slept in… All thoughts were frozen in the younger man’s mind and shattered into fragments as Jack’s fingers slipped into his boxers, pressing up against Ianto’s rapidly hardening arousal. The digits rubbed tenderly, making Ianto keen softly before whimpering as the captain withdrew his hand. Jack leant in close to Ianto and gently cupped the younger man’s face. “Ianto…” he whispered softly. Blue eyes slowly focused. Jack looked uncharacteristically serious for the situation they were in. “What is it?” Ianto asked dazedly. “Do you trust me?” Silence. Jack became acutely aware of their hot heavy panting breaths and the sound of his heartbeat that seemed to roar about his ears… “Yes. I trust you,” Ianto said finally. Jack gave his trademark grin, which then softened into a tender smile and he gently kissed his partner’s lips. Pulling back only the tiniest amount, he rested his forehead on Ianto’s, blue eyes boring into blue. “I want to tie your wrists.” Ianto’s eyes widened a fraction. The last time his wrists had been tied the smell of blood and death had lingered heavily in the air and he had nearly been killed. He could practically feel the cold blade of the cleaver against his neck again… Jack hadn’t moved, waiting patiently for an answer. Ianto finally swallowed convulsively and nodded. “Okay.” “I promise I won’t hurt you.” “I know,” Ianto sat up, slipping his arms around Jack and holding him close. His mouth went very close to the captain’s ear to whisper. “I don’t want to think about that day anymore Jack. Help me.” “I will,” Jack turned his head slightly to softly kiss Ianto’s cheek. “Lie down and let me take care of you.” Ianto lay back on the bed and let Jack take off his trousers. He smiled softly when the captain neatly packed the trousers up and laid them on the floor next to the wardrobe. It was only a small gesture, but strangely it meant a lot to the Welshman. Next Jack went to the tie-drawer and withdrew a tie. From his unerring confidence in locating the drawer, Ianto guessed the older man had familiarised himself well with his bedroom and in truth, the Welshman was not entirely sure how to feel about this invasion of his privacy. Jack moved back to the bed, kneeling next to Ianto. “Give me your hands.” Ianto obediently held out his hands, taking a deep breath. The tie wrapped around one of the younger man’s wrists firmly. Jack guided both hands up to the top of the bed and looping the red silk around the top wooden rung of the headboard secured the rest of the tie around Ianto’s free hand. The young man struggled not to tremble, feeling very vulnerable. The captain kissed him gently before grinning, “I overheard you and Tosh earlier. In summary, I learnt sex with me is ‘amazing’ but you don’t want me to know so you can see how far I’ll push you. Well tonight,” Jack cupped Ianto’s cheek. “I’m going to push you so far you won’t even remember your own name by the time I’m done with you.” “Fighting talk,” Ianto whispered, his mouth feeling very dry. “But you’d be surprised how much it takes to make me scream.” “Well, let’s see,” Jack replied, pressing a bruising kiss to Ianto’s lips before moving to his jaw line, nibbling the flesh there. The Welshman’s eyes fluttered closed blissfully and Jack began to explore every inch of Ianto’s neck, noting which areas elicted moans and soft cries from the beautiful younger man. Ianto was in silent agony, unable to touch Jack back, but too proud to plead the captain to touch the steadily throbbing flesh between his legs. He let out a small wail as Jack bit the skin of his collar bone, sucking firmly to leave a red, angry-looking bruise. A flush of warm swept through Ianto at being marked in such a way. Marked as Jack’s. Jack’s mouth was moving steadily down as his hands lightly caressed Ianto’s sides. Ianto bit his lip when he realised Jack was heading down towards his nipples…Ianto’s nipples were frighteningly sensitive, something every person he had ever slept with had found very amusing. Alright, so that was only two women and now Jack, but still! Jack found himself puzzled as Ianto began to bite his lip; a sign he was worried about something. But what? Was this something Lisa had done to him? A small unconscious growl left his throat; Ianto would not think about anyone else whilst in their bed! …Well, it was Ianto’s bed, but the two of them were together and good God was this enough to give anyone a headache! Jack resolved to stop thinking and took one of Ianto’s nipples into his mouth, letting his tongue flick over the small bud. Ianto shifted restlessly underneath him, mewling in pleasure. Jack smiled to himself, feeling the younger man trembling under him. Finally Jack pulled back. Ianto was panting softly, his eyes closed. “I was so close!” he gasped out. Jack raised an eyebrow and poked the reddened nipple with the tip of his finger. Ianto moaned and squirmed again, arching his hips slightly. “So that’s the way it is, hm?” Jack purred, a hint of a chuckle in his tone, leaning forward and blowing on the nipple, causing a loud squeak to escape Ianto’s lips. “Jack, don’t!” Jack moved over to the other nipple, delighted by his discovery. He dropped a soft kiss onto the already erect nub, grinning at Ianto’s frustrated moan. “Jack…” The captain glanced up, seeing Ianto’s eyes dark with need. “Yeah?” “Don’t use your teeth. Hurts too much.” “Okay, I promise,” Jack gently kissed Ianto’s lips before moving down to explore the plains of Ianto’s stomach. Ianto let out a soft hiccupping gasp when the older man’s tongue began to explore the delicate skin of his navel. Jack let his tongue dance in and out; mimicking the act another part of his body would perform later. A trail of kisses led down to the younger man’s groin and Ianto naively believed his torment was finally over. But it was only just beginning as Jack spread his legs wide, laying in-between them and nuzzling his inner thighs gently. White teeth nipped softly at the delicate skin, not hard enough to leave a mark, but with just enough force so Ianto could feel a slight amount of pain that proved an interesting counter-point to the pleasure coursing through his body. Jack eyed Ianto’s eager and wanting erection with interest, his blue eyes locked on the small dribble of pre-cum that unceasingly oozed from the tip. God his tongue ached to flick out and taste the unique concentrated flavour of the Welshman…But no. He had to restrain himself, at least until Ianto begged for mercy… “Can you turn over?” The words, a soft spoken purr, jolted Ianto from his silent chanting of ‘must-not-beg’. He blinked at Jack, “Can try…” and began flipping himself over. Jack laid a warm hand on Ianto’s exposed hip. “You won’t hump the covers, will you?” he teased. “I-I’ll show restraint,” Ianto panted in reply, finally landing on his stomach, his aching member pressed against the soft bed and despite his words, the temptation to simply achieve release, even if it did mean having to wash the bed covers in the morning and embarrassing himself in front of Jack, was nearly overwhelming. Jack’s hands began to ghost down Ianto’s back, running a finger down the vertebrae to elicit shivers. The older man began to familiarize his mouth and teasing fingertips with every inch of the skin of his partner’s back before moving back slightly to admire Ianto’s taut buttocks. God, how many times had Jack stared at that delectable butt as the Welshman walked around the Hub, delivering coffee or much-needed files? Too many, far too many…And it was his. Jack Harkness’. He had been Ianto’s first, well, male partner that is. A surge of possessiveness rolled through him and he barely acknowledged the younger man’s groan of pain as his teeth broke the before flawless skin, sucking until a large red bruise formed. Ianto squirmed underneath the captain, tears springing to his eyes. That had hurt! He blushed as he tried to imagine sitting down the next day. He made a mental note to himself not to do so in front of other members of the team, closing his eyes in despair as he imagined Gwen and Owen’s reaction to the fact that the ‘tea-boy’ couldn’t sit still… He was distracted from that trail of thought as a lubed finger began circling his entrance. It was getting easier and easier for Jack to gain access to Ianto’s most intimate place with every time they had sex. Well, the last time hadn’t really been sex…Ianto didn’t really think there was a word to sum up what he and Jack had done in the office the night before. Oh well, who needed words when Jack’s fingers were so damn skilled! And so close to touching the spot inside him that Ianto hadn’t even known existed until the night before last, the spot that made him scream Jack’s name…but it seemed his older partner was deliberately avoiding that spot. God, Ianto looked so sexy with Jack’s long fingers buried in him, the tight pink hole stretching to accommodate the girth of the digits…The captain was close to reaching his own climax at the sight, as well as the soft sounds his partner was making and the heady scent of arousal in the air. He moved off the bed to reach in his coat pocket for the pack of condoms he kept there. “Turn over again,” he called over his shoulder. Jack had clearly never been told to turn numerous ways whilst having his hands tied above his head, Ianto scowled to himself, managing to flip himself back onto his back. He opened his mouth to ask but stopped dead at the sight of Jack, a perfect Adonis, stroking his very long, aroused cock before slipping a condom on. Good, this was progress, a step towards Ianto finally being able to cum himself. Jack approached him, spreading Ianto’s legs further apart and a little bit up. The bite mark on the Welshman’s backside throbbed insistently but that was soon forgotten as Jack slid into him. Ianto let out a groan of pleasure and arched his back as a delicious spreading fullness became the centre of his universe, the sensation making him feel whole and complete. And then Jack began to thrust; slowly, teasingly, driving Ianto insane with need. “J-jack!” “Are you begging Ianto?” Jack asked, a hint of glee in his voice. “No,” Ianto panted in reply and hissed as the captain sped up the pace of his thrusts. “You sure?” “Positive.” Jack was in heaven, if such a place existed, which it probably didn’t, but that was neither here or there. It really had been too long since he’d had sex and now three times in three days? Ianto was hot and tight around him, like a gloved hand gripping his sex tightly and squeezing ever-so-slightly. Hmm…gloves, that gave him an idea. But another time. He had yet to make Ianto beg and that was beginning to irritate Jack. So many other bed-partners he had had caved long before now. How long had it been since they started? They really needed a watch of some sort; a stop-watch with a button on the top…Where had that thought come from? A familiar tingling built in the pit of Jack’s stomach and warmth flushed through him. With a cry of Ianto’s name he spilt his seed into the latex sheath. A few moments later, heartbeat sounding incredibly loud in his ears, he pulled out, leaving Ianto whimpering in need. “Bin?” “Kitchen.” Ianto replied, closing his eyes in despair as he realised that would mean Jack leaving him. And probably finding something to play with in there. “I’ll be right back.” Jack wandered out of the room, leaving Ianto to tug at the tie binding his wrists half-heartedly, wishing he had a hand free. He was so damn close! It was then the thought struck Ianto and he flipped back onto his stomach. Yes, this was embarrassing, and he’d never live it down if Jack caught him but…he rocked his hips into the mattress and moaned in bliss as the friction he’d been desperately craving all night began to relieve the never-ending throbbing of his erection. A loud ‘smack’ sound accompanied a cry from Ianto. “Turn back over!” Jack barked in his most authoritative tone. Ianto hastily moved back onto his back, his right buttock smarting from the slap Jack had given it. Looking up he met his captain’s eyes. Jack wasn’t truly angry, nor was he annoyed. If anything it was lust glinting in his eyes. The Welshman knew the look was in his own eyes too, God he loved it when Jack was masterful! “What did I tell you about humping the bed?” It sounded even more sinful when Jack said it. Blushing, Ianto bit his lip and widened his eyes. “Not to do it?” “So why were you?!” “Because…please I need it, Jack, I can’t stand it anymore!” “Are you begging me Ianto?” “Yes! Please, please, Jack, just touch me!” Jack leant in very close. “What’s it worth?” “Tell me what you want.” “Oh, I have everything I want right here,” A hand was snaking down Ianto’s stomach. “Although…the pleasure of your company tomorrow night would be nice.” “Ye…Ah,” Ianto flushed. “I can’t. Sorry. I already made plans with Tosh.” “So unmake them.” “I can’t. She’s doing something that it’s taken a lot of courage for her to do and she needs me to be there for her. Weevils and rift permitting.” “I think you mean ‘a very horny Jack Harkness’ permitting.” “But sir, that’s your permanent state, isn’t it?” “Keep the cheek up Ianto and you’re not cumming at all tonight.” “No, please!” Ianto begged, “Please Jack.” “Please what? What do you want Ianto?” “Touch me.” “I am touching you,” A hand teasingly rubbed in tiny circles at Ianto’s waist. “No, I mean…” “Where do you mean, Ianto? Say it.” “I want you to touch…between my legs.” “That the best you can come up with? C’mon Ianto, I wanna hear you talk dirty.” Jack’s eyes locked with darkened blue eyes and he watched as a small seductive smile appeared on the younger man’s face. “Please touch my cock sir.” The captain shivered at the sultry tone and wrapped his large warm hand around Ianto. The younger man let out what could only be described as a wail, bucking his hips, “Yes! Jack!” Jack stroked Ianto at a frantic pace, knowing the Welshman was literally moments away from the edge. Ianto screamed Jack’s name loudly and thrashed as his seed spurted out over the older man’s hand. Jack continued the intimate caress all through Ianto’s climax and even afterwards until Ianto was shivering and begging him to stop. Then Jack bent down and did something he’d waited all evening to do; clean Ianto’s release off the toned stomach with his tongue, tasting the unique flavour of his partner, a mix of aftershave and coffee, with an overtone of saltiness. It was pure Ianto and definitely the best thing Jack had tasted in a long time. Finally Jack undid Ianto’s hands and the younger man gently rubbed his wrists, sitting up and stretching. “So?!” Jack demanded impatiently, unable to wait any longer than the minute he had given Ianto. “Was that amazing enough for you?” Ianto looked innocently thoughtful to the point where Jack wanted to ravish him repeatedly until the stubborn man finally admitted that, yes, Jack was the best sex he had ever and would ever have! “It was…good.” “Ianto Jones!” Jack hit him with the pillow. “Say that one more time, I dare you!” Ianto laughed loudly. “Jack. It was amazing. Trust me.” “I trusted you when you said you wouldn’t hump the bed. As arousing a sight as that was, I do expect obedience in the bedroom Ianto.” Ianto shivered. “Jack. Please. Don’t make me want round two, I do need to get some sleep tonight. We both know whenever the Rift is quiet for any period of time it usually signals the start of hell breaking loose.” “Oh c’mon, hell only threatened to break loose that one time!” Ianto raised an eyebrow at his boss, who looked slightly sheepish. “I’m sorry? Did I miss something?” “Nothing, nothing. Not something you should know. Please, forget I said anything and I’ll leave you to sleep,” Jack jumped off the bed and began gathering his clothes together, shoving them on with a speed that made Ianto’s warm feeling hastily freeze. “Night Ianto!” and then Jack was out of the apartment, leaving Ianto all by himself. Biting his lip the Welshman slipped into a loose pair of trousers he wore for sleeping in and buried under the covers. The unique 51st century pheromone scent both comforted and irritated him in equal measure. Well, he was more annoyed at himself. What had he expected? Jack to stay the night? To wake up beside the beautiful captain in the morning? God, he really was a fool. With bitter determination not to think about anything, Ianto closed his eyes and fell asleep. And that was when the nightmares came… The fourth time Ianto and Jack had sex, Jack was claiming Ianto as his and his alone A/N: Ouch, poor Ianto…The things I put him through *Whistles innocently* Next chapter; Jack asks Tosh for Ianto’s computer history, Tosh and Ianto go to a lap-dancing class and Jack has a case of the green-eyed monster. Answers to reviews: For the person who asked when this would be updated: at the moment I have five chapters written, so I’m posting them slowly in the hope that I’ll write some more and keep on top of posts. Airam Nighte: Glad you liked the chapter and I hope you’ll like how I write your ideas! The upside-down sex thing still has me scratching my head, but I’ll work it out. When in doubt, think like Jack Harkness! Happy Holidays to all!
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