My Eyes are bleeding but here's some fic!
Nov. 9th, 2009 02:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
brutal_priestessdisclaimer: Characters were created and killed by RTD and all the copyrights are all on the BBC, no doubt.
rating: NC-17, for some pretty graphic sexuality near the end.
summaries by section: 1-Ianto comes in early to finish up some paperwork, much to Jack's delight. 2-There's a time and a place. Catch the Dr. Who reference if you can. 3-Stakeouts are boring when the mark is actually innocent. 4-Jack takes care of his team in the wake of the horrors of Brecon Beacon. 5-Jack finally lets Gwen go. 6-Stop watch shenanigans, set after TKKS (as if I had to say).
Spoilers by section: 1-None 2-Set vaguely in the time between Exit Wounds and CoE 3-none 4-Post Countrycide 5-Something Blue 6-Post-TKKS
“5 Moments of Comfortable Intimacy and One Moment of Pure Lust”
Ianto typed up his field report in the morning, far earlier than he was usually at The Hub. It should have been done last night but he’d been too exhausted to string two words together much less a coherent report on his role in last night’s investigation. Ianto yawned as the words swam; he needed more coffee and that was a fact.
Deep within the bowels of the underground base, Ianto hummed softly while he made himself a latte. Despite the fact that no living creature should be up at such an hour, Ianto felt content. It was quiet and Ianto couldn’t help but be aware that Jack was here somewhere. Perhaps if he finished quickly, he could catch some downtime with his handsome captain. The prospect of crawling into bed with Jack was certainly good incentive to get the job done. In fact, the idle thought was so enticing that Ianto failed to notice he was being approached.
“This is a nice surprise,” Jack’s hand brushed the small of his back as he came up next to him.
“Needed to get some work done,” Ianto drawled lazily as he added a shot of hazelnut syrup to his coffee.
“Aw and here I’d hoped you’d come to see me,” Jack moved closer. “We’ve got quite a few hours before the others get in. Hell, I could call the team and give them the morning off.”
“Jack....” Ianto breathed as Jack nudged his nose along the side of Ianto’s neck.
“You smell delicious, by the way. New after shave?”
“Hmmm...Sort of. Been sitting in the back of my medicine cabinet for over a year. It was Christmas present from my sister.” Ianto didn’t add that it had been neglected for so long was because Lisa had never care for it.
“Tell her thank you for me,” Jack all but purred.
“I’ll be sure to remember that,” Ianto murmured. With a reluctant sigh, he lightly pushed him away.
“Let me do a bit more work, I’ll bring you up some coffee, and maybe we’ll see,” Ianto insisted softly.
“Promise?” Jack grinned rakishly.
“Promise.”
*~*~*~*
Gwen watched them from out of the corner of her eye. Ianto handed Jack a file he’d retrieved from archives and they stared into each other’s eyes for a long moment. Their fingertips brushed and Jack thanked him softly, in a tone pitched a bit deeper than usual.
She sighed with exasperation. “C’mon you two. Cut it out and focus on the case.”
“What?” Jack protested, “Ianto was just handing me a file.”
“Uh-huh,” Gwen rolled her eyes, “There’s a time and a place, eh?”
Jack snorted and Gwen suppressed a wide grin when Ianto pointed out sensibly: “Well really Jack, you hired her because she’s observant.”
*~*~*~*
“I’m bored.”
Jack’s voice groaned into Ianto’s ear. They were on a stakeout, spying on a local “legal alien” who had been linked with some suspicious activities of late. So far it was proving to be untrue, much to Jack’s profound displeasure.
“I told you to bring a book,” Ianto replied, softly teasing. Jack wished they were sharing a car but unfortunately they were covering two different locations.
“Hey, the lead seemed legit,” Jack protested. “Go figure that he seems to be clean.”
“Yes well just because the alien race generally has a vice problem doesn’t mean every member suffers from such excesses,” Ianto pointed out calmly, “You’ve taught us all that much. Judge from actions rather than reputation.”
“Hm,” Jack grunted noncommittally before changing the subject brightly, “Want to go to a movie after this?”
Ianto made a slightly annoyed sound, “I doubt a theatre will be open at such an hour. Owen and Tosh won’t be taking over surveillance until midnight.”
“C’mon, it’s a Friday night. There’s gotta be a midnight matinee somewhere.”
Ianto chuckled affectionately, “The last time we went to a late night movie, we nearly got thrown out for...indecent behaviour.”
“Ah that girl was probably new and it’s not like we were doing anything that indecent.”
“Your hand was down my trousers!”
“And boy were you pissed off having to watch the rest of the movie with a raging hard on!” Jack laughed.
“No....I was aggravated because it was a terrible film,” Ianto corrected rather primly.
“Alright,” Jack relented, “Why don’t you take me home? We could watch a movie there, then it wouldn’t matter how indecent we got.”
“Or perhaps I could take you home and shag you senseless.”
“Damn, I love it when you talk dirty. What are you wearing?”
“Jack,” Ianto replied patiently, “You know what I’m wearing.”
“Humour me,” Jack grinned.
Ianto sighed softly but he did describe in great detail what he was wearing.
*~*~*~*
Owen had taken Tosh home after she’d been cleared by hospital staff. Gwen was staying overnight, Ianto was still getting checked out, and Jack had had just gotten Rhys on the phone.
“Who’s this then?” Rhys demanded. “Do you know what the time is?”
“This is Captain Jack Harkness. Gwen’s been shot on duty and is currently being treated for her wounds,” Jack explained quickly and concisely.
“What, wait, what? Captain Jack who?” Rhys sputtered.
“I’m your girlfriend’s boss but I don’t think that’s important compared to Gwen’s injuries. You want to come to Whitchurch Hospital? I’m sure she’d like to see you.”
“Sure,” Rhys’ tone softened, “Of course. Can you tell me what happened?”
Jack sighed wearily. “I can’t tell you much. She was surprised by a man with a shotgun and was patched up by our medic on the scene. Gwen’s condition is stable but the doctors here want to keep her overnight in case of infection.”
“Jesus,” Rhys murmured, “I’ll be over quick as I can.”
“Good man,” Jack nodded. “If I’m not here to meet you, I’m out taking another one of my people home.”
“Alright and she’s signed in under her name?”
“Sure, why wouldn’t she be?”
“Well I don’t know how special ops works. I thought maybe she was going undercover or something,” Rhys explained.
Jack rolled his eyes and tried not to be short with him. “Even if she had been going undercover, we wouldn’t be signing her in to the hospital under her fake identity.”
“Like I said, I don’t know how this shit works!” Rhys exclaimed heatedly, “I don’t even know what Gwen does at this new job!”
“Relax,” Jack ordered quietly, “and just come to the hospital. If Gwen wants to tell you more she certainly can.”
This was, of course, a bald-faced lie. Torchwood members were sworn to secrecy, but since this wasn’t the average case Gwen could actually talk. It would be all over the news anyway, with only vague mentions of Torchwood involvement.
“Right, fine. Could you tell her I’ll be there soon?”
“Yeah, I will.”
“Thanks,” Rhys replied before the line went dead.
“Who was that?” Ianto’s voice was soft and slightly dull behind him.
Jack turned to look at him. Ianto’s eyes were less glassy than they had been earlier, but he still looked tired and a bit shell-shocked.
“Rhys,” Jack replied.
Ianto grimaced, “How’d he take the news?”
“Not bad,” Jack said, “How are you?”
The soulful look that Ianto gave Jack nearly broke his heart. He put an arm around him and guided him to a nearly chair. Ianto slumped against the side of his body and Jack lightly kissed his temple.
“Do you want to go home?” Jack asked softly.
“Yeah,” Ianto murmured, “But...I don’t want to be alone. Will you stay with me?”
“For as long as you need,” Jack replied.
Ianto looked at him with an unwavering, completely frank gaze. “Can you stay the night?” Ianto lowered his voice intimately, “Will you take me to bed, Jack?”
Jack sucked in a sharp breath. “God yes,” he breathed, “But are you sure you’re up for it?”
Ianto laughed hollowly, “I’m fine. I mean nothing’s broken.”
“Alright,” Jack nodded, “I’ll go slow if you need me to. Whatever you want.”
“I just want you, Jack,” Ianto replied. “I realized...while that lunatic was beating me...I didn’t want to die and all I wanted was to pursue some manner of contentment...Becuase you never know....”
Jack pulled him closer and took a risk as he gently tipped Ianto’s face toward his. Ianto didn’t pull away, only returned his gaze with intense longing. Jack kissed Ianto softly. It was the briefest touch but it was the first kiss they’d shared since the incident with Lisa. Jack had nearly forgotten the taste of him and it made him shiver with desire.
“Take me home,” Ianto murmured against his lips.
*~*~*~*
They slow danced in the huge ballroom. Jack was whispering in his ear.
“It’s true that I sometimes longed for her. She reminded me of others that I’ve loved, but I know that I couldn’t give her what she needed.”
“Am I the consolation prize, then?” Ianto asked gently. He didn’t care what the answer was, but he did need to know it.
“No, no of course not. It’s...different with you. Gwen wants a normal life: The picket fence, kids, and probably a dog. I was married once. It’s not something I want to repeat and me fathering children is...complicated, to say the least. Anyway, I prefer cats.”
“You don’t think I want a normal life?” Ianto asked, faintly amused.
“It’s not that,” Jack shook his head, “But I think there’s a lot more of me that you accept, parts that Gwen just can’t cope with.”
Ianto nodded sadly, “She truly loves Rhys, too.”
“Yeah,” Jack replied, “I’m not so interested in ruining lives in order to get my way. At least not these days.”
“I’m glad,” Ianto whispered, “For all the wrong reasons, I’m sure.”
“Nah,” Jack held him a little closer, “It’s better to be wanted for who you are and not as...some kind of impossible ideal.”
Ianto could only smile contentedly and put his cheek next to Jack’s. Maybe if Jack had been mortal this wouldn’t be happening; maybe Jack would have been in that tux and marrying Gwen instead. Yet there was no use thinking about those maybes if they would never be real.
“Hey, but this doesn’t mean I’m going to stop flirting,” Jack added teasingly.
“Of course not,” Ianto chuckled. “Flirt all you want. I know where I stand at the end of the day.”
“Or where you lie,” Jack countered suggestively. Ianto could hear the leer in his tone.
“I beg your pardon, Jack, but you spend enough time on your back, too.”
“Hmm...sounds like a plan.”
“Ah but there are so many different ways you can be on your back,” Ianto murmured intimately.
“I’ll make a list,” Jack promised.
*~*~*~*
The stop watch ticked away in Ianto’s hand as he kissed Jack passionately. For as much as he was lost in the moment, his mind was intensely focused on the tick of the watch. It added a certain edge to their foreplay. He didn’t feel rushed but he was still acutely aware of every second that passed.
Jack broke away with a harsh gasp. Ianto thumbed the top of the stop watch and glanced at it languidly.
“Five minutes,” he murmured, “Not bad.”
Jack nuzzled his neck. “Yeah, wanna see how quickly we can get naked and down the man hole?”
“I like it better when we take it slow,” Ianto replied.
“Good point,” Jack conceded as he stepped away from Ianto.
Ianto reset the stopwatch and started it again. He watched with appreciation as Jack shrugged off his braces and began to unbutton his shirt. Jack lingered two seconds between each button, Ianto noted. He untucked his shirt about halfway down and undid the rest, still with the same languid motions. About thirty seconds later, the shirt hit the floor. Jack quickly shucked his undershirt and then stared at Ianto as he slowly ran one hand over his chest and down along his flat, slightly rippled abdomen. Ianto panted as his arousal intensified. He swallowed hard as Jack’s hand continued downward in order to cup his own cock through his trousers. Nearly a minute had passed, but it had felt like an hour.
Jack fondled himself and grinned crookedly. “Why don’t you come here and touch me?”
“Not yet,” Ianto murmured, “You have a task to finish. Slowly now. I’m enjoying the show.”
“Hmm....” Jack chuckled as he braced one foot on the desk in order to remove his boot. He spent about ten seconds on each shoe and then took off his white socks, which had been made slightly dingy from being worn with those big, black boots.
Ianto exhaled slowly. It was a decidedly unsexy act and his increasing sense of erotic need was eased somewhat.
“Now comes the fun part,” Jack leered as his hands moved to his waist and slowly undid the button of his fly.
He managed to spend five seconds on the zipper and Ianto was panting hard again. Jack shimmied his hips a little and the trousers crumpled and pooled around his ankles. He stepped out of his pants and Ianto couldn’t tear his gaze from Jack’s crotch. His erection bulged against the fabric of his white briefs.
Groaning softly, Ianto reached for Jack. He willingly moved closer to Ianto, who was still seated in the desk chair.
Ianto leaned forward as he wrapped his arms around Jack’s narrow waist. He pressed his face between Jack’s thighs and lightly mouthed the shape of his cock, still covered by the thin cotton of his underwear.
Jack swore softly, let Ianto tease him for awhile before pushing him away. Ianto watched as he stepped away and hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his briefs, stepped out of them, and grinned wickedly as he tossed the rumpled swath of fabric over his shoulder. He was gorgeously, unapologetic ally nude; Ianto was so hard that it hurt.
“Time?” Jack asked.
Ianto blushed, embarrassed that he’d nearly forgotten their game. He stopped the watch and looked at it, blinking slightly to clear his lust-hazed gaze.
“Two and half minutes,” Ianto breathed.
“Really?” Jack frowned, “Felt longer than that.”
Ianto shrugged, “Time is funny like that.”
“Don’t I know it,” Jack chuckled. “Your turn.”
“Right,” Ianto nodded. He handed Jack the stop watch and they traded places. Ianto touched the knot of his silk tie and Jack reset the watch.
“Go,” Jack ordered quietly as he started it over again.
Ianto’s fingers trembled as he began to unbutton his waistcoat.
Finis.
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Date: 2009-11-09 05:49 pm (UTC)The boys are so adorable in all of these, and the cuteness is almost too much. XD!! lol
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Date: 2009-11-10 02:58 am (UTC)Yep, I'm still kinda in denial about CoE. Much easier just to pretend it never happened and continue to write fluff. XD Or angsty fluff. Or naughty fluff.
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Date: 2009-11-11 12:42 am (UTC)I still say that Ianto needs a doctor. A very special kinda doctor. Doctor with a capital "D". :D
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Date: 2009-11-11 11:58 am (UTC)The one that likes to keep special people as pets. I can totally see them all traveling together through space and time, with lots and lots of coffee. ;D
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Date: 2009-11-11 03:13 pm (UTC)Doctor:"Right...we just saved the universe. Suppose you two want a few hours of alone time, eh?"
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Date: 2009-11-11 03:21 pm (UTC)Ianto: *blinks innocently*
Jack: *getting groped* Wait...what was the question again?
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Date: 2009-11-11 03:46 pm (UTC)Ianto: No more cameras! Don't think I've forgotten the pictures posted on the internet by Gwen!!
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Date: 2009-11-11 04:14 pm (UTC)Doctor: Leaving now! Call me when you're finished.
Jack: Sure you don't want to join in? Always room for one more and I'll bet you know even more tricks than I do!
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Date: 2009-11-11 04:38 pm (UTC)Doctor: It's the principle of the whole thing. Whenever I sit in that chair, all I can think of is...what the two of you did in it. My favourite chair, too!
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Date: 2009-11-11 04:44 pm (UTC)Jack: *pervy grin* I knew you fantasized about it! But who could really blame you? *cuddles up to Ianto* We do make a devastatingly attractive pair.
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Date: 2009-11-11 04:54 pm (UTC)Ianto: *rolls eyes* Good Lord.
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Date: 2009-11-11 05:35 pm (UTC)Jack: *thinks...it's a struggle apparently* "Really? No lie? Since when?
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