Fic: Lover's Mark
Title: Lover's Mark
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Rhiannon, Jack.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1352
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Jack likes marking Ianto, but no one else is supposed to see…
Written For: Weekend Challenge Prompt: Original Inspiration, using Age Difference, Hugs, Forehead Kisses, Nudity, Biting, Marking, Intimacy…’ at 1_million_words.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
Jack liked to mark Ianto when they had sex, shagged, made love, whatever the appropriate term might be. He liked to brand Ianto as his, nipping, biting, sucking up bruises on his pale skin, and Ianto was fine with that, he liked the thought of Jack claiming him that way, even if he preferred the marks to be where nobody else was likely to see them and make unwelcome comments. The only problem was that he couldn’t mark Jack the same way.
Well, he could, and he did, but the scratches down Jack’s back, left there in the heat of passion, the love bites, the tender redness from the occasional spanking, never lasted; they were always gone the next morning, having faded to nothing within a few hours, leaving Jack’s body as pristine as ever. It was frustrating, but if getting shot, stabbed, and mauled by Weevils failed to leave a permanent reminder of the event, there was no reason to suppose a few fingernail scratches or bitemarks would prove any more durable. Even a tattoo would disappear the next time Jack died and resurrected, wiped out of existence by his peculiar healing abilities.
Still, Ianto cherished the marks Jack left on his body, enjoyed knowing they were there, for as long as they lasted, and Jack was always willing to create new marks whenever the old ones faded. Sometimes, when Jack looked at him, Ianto knew he was thinking of the love bite on Ianto’s chest, right over his heart, or the toothmarks he’d left in Ianto’s left buttock… Jack had a sort of fetish for biting and nibbling, and Ianto’s arse was among his favourite body parts to nibble on.
Thinking about that always put a dreamy smile on Ianto’s face; being nibbled on was surprisingly erotic, not to mention stimulating. There was something so deliciously intimate about feeling Jack’s teeth biting into the firm flesh of his bum. Not that Jack didn’t nibble elsewhere, along Ianto’s collarbones, hipbones, neck…. Ianto flushed, remembering the previous night, and dragged his wandering thoughts back to the present, concentrating on the washing-up.
Rhiannon was saying something, but he’d already missed most of it, too busy daydreaming, watching Jack playing with the kids in the back garden while Johnny dozed in front of a footie match on the Telly.
“…time you finally dragged your boyfriend over for Sunday dinner. I was starting to think you must be ashamed of us or something.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Rhi. Things have just been a bit busy lately. Whenever Jack’s been free, I’ve been tied up with something, and when I’ve been available, he’s been out of town, or up to his neck in work. This is the first time since you met him that we’ve been able to coordinate our schedules.”
“How difficult can it be? You live together, and I thought you worked together too! I’m pretty sure that’s what you told me.”
“We do, but he’s the boss, and sometimes he has to go to meetings in London, or elsewhere…”
“On a Sunday?”
“Meetings can overrun, and usually do. Then he still has to get home. And sometimes he has phone conferences with people overseas. Then the last time he was free, some idiot rammed my car and I had to spend most of the day sorting things out with the insurance company.”
“You didn’t tell me you’d been in an accident!”
“Technically I wasn’t. I’d parked at the supermarket, nipped inside to pick up a few bits, and came out to find a car had pulled into the parking spot in front of mine, and failed to stop. Rammed into my car so hard it smashed up the whole front end. The driver claimed his foot slipped, hit the accelerator instead of the brake, but it turned out he’d been drinking.” Ianto shrugged, scratched idly at an itch on his shoulder, tugging the neck of his shirt aside to get at it.
“I hope he got…” Rhi trailed off, staring at the point where Ianto’s neck and shoulder met. “Ianto Jones, is that a hickey?”
“What?” Ianto tried to look down at his own neck, then self-consciously tugged the collar of his shirt back up, blushing. “It… might be.” Then, suddenly annoyed, he added, “What if it is anyway? I’m not a kid, I’m twenty-six and I live with my partner.”
“Twenty-six,” Rhi repeated. “Still so young. I worry about you. I mean, Jack seems nice enough, and the kids like him.” Which in Rhi’s opinion was a mark in Jack’s favour, since her kids didn’t like most of her own friends, making it difficult to find anyone to babysit that Mica and David wouldn’t complain about. “But he’s older than you. Older than me as well, come to that.”
‘Oh, if only you knew,’ Ianto thought. ‘He’s older than everyone on the whole bloody planet!’ Not that he could say that to his sister. “Thirty-five isn’t so old.” That was the age he and Jack had eventually settled on, for official purposes.
“That’s a nine-year age gap.”
“Yes, Rhi, I know. I am capable of counting.” Ianto poured away the washing-up water and rinsed the bowl, setting it upside down on the draining board.
“I’m just saying, you should be careful. I don’t want you getting hurt.”
Again, Ianto had to bite back what he would have liked to say, that he got hurt all the time, but that was because of his job, not because he was living with an older man.
“Jack isn’t like… whatever it is you’re thinking.”
“Are you sure? Leaving his mark on you like that…”
“It’s a love bite, and I leave marks on him too, just not anywhere you’re ever going to see.” Which was true, because Jack claimed Ianto had left an indelible mark on his heart.
“I’ve seen his bare arse.”
“Yes, because I really needed to be reminded of that.” Ianto glared at his sister. “You won’t be seeing it again.”
“He’s stopped with the naked baking, has he?”
“No, but we’ve compromised. He keeps a pair sweatpants downstairs to pull on if we have visitors. Less embarrassing for everyone that way.” Not that flashing Ianto’s sister had bothered Jack in the slightest. Ianto had been mortified, but Jack had taken it all in his stride, aside from complaining about having to put clothes on.
Rhiannon sighed, disappointed. “Shame.”
Ianto pretended to be shocked. “Rhiannon Davies! And you a married woman!”
“Doesn’t mean I can’t look. I’ve still got eyes.” Rhiannon chewed on her bottom lip. “He does treat you right though, doesn’t he?”
“Yes, he does, and if he didn’t, I’d kick his arse out on the street. I can take care of myself, thank you very much, and Jack knows it.”
“Well, as long as you’re sure.”
“I am.” Drying his hands, Ianto hung the towel neatly on its hook and hugged his sister, dropping a light kiss on her forehead, something he could do easily now he was so much taller than her. “I love you, but you don’t need to protect me, not anymore.”
“Maybe not, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to stop caring. Doesn’t matter how big you get, you’re still my baby brother.”
“And you’re still my bossy big sister.”
“You know I’ll always be here for you, don’t you? No matter what.”
“That goes both ways. Now, why don’t I make coffee?”
“You and your precious coffee. Go on then. And don’t let the kids see that hickey! They’ll only ask awkward questions, and if they do, I’ll leave you to explain it to them.”
Ianto knew that wasn’t an idle threat. “Fine.” He fastened an extra button on his shirt. “Happy now? Or do I need to put my tie back on?”
Rhiannon studied him closely. “I suppose you’ll do.”
“Well, that’s a relief. And Rhi? Thanks. You know, for worrying about me, even though there’s no need to.”
“Someone’s got to. Anyway, that’s what big sisters are for.”
“That and to be annoying,” Ianto teased, but deep down he hoped she’d never change.
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Rhiannon, Jack.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1352
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Jack likes marking Ianto, but no one else is supposed to see…
Written For: Weekend Challenge Prompt: Original Inspiration, using Age Difference, Hugs, Forehead Kisses, Nudity, Biting, Marking, Intimacy…’ at 1_million_words.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
Jack liked to mark Ianto when they had sex, shagged, made love, whatever the appropriate term might be. He liked to brand Ianto as his, nipping, biting, sucking up bruises on his pale skin, and Ianto was fine with that, he liked the thought of Jack claiming him that way, even if he preferred the marks to be where nobody else was likely to see them and make unwelcome comments. The only problem was that he couldn’t mark Jack the same way.
Well, he could, and he did, but the scratches down Jack’s back, left there in the heat of passion, the love bites, the tender redness from the occasional spanking, never lasted; they were always gone the next morning, having faded to nothing within a few hours, leaving Jack’s body as pristine as ever. It was frustrating, but if getting shot, stabbed, and mauled by Weevils failed to leave a permanent reminder of the event, there was no reason to suppose a few fingernail scratches or bitemarks would prove any more durable. Even a tattoo would disappear the next time Jack died and resurrected, wiped out of existence by his peculiar healing abilities.
Still, Ianto cherished the marks Jack left on his body, enjoyed knowing they were there, for as long as they lasted, and Jack was always willing to create new marks whenever the old ones faded. Sometimes, when Jack looked at him, Ianto knew he was thinking of the love bite on Ianto’s chest, right over his heart, or the toothmarks he’d left in Ianto’s left buttock… Jack had a sort of fetish for biting and nibbling, and Ianto’s arse was among his favourite body parts to nibble on.
Thinking about that always put a dreamy smile on Ianto’s face; being nibbled on was surprisingly erotic, not to mention stimulating. There was something so deliciously intimate about feeling Jack’s teeth biting into the firm flesh of his bum. Not that Jack didn’t nibble elsewhere, along Ianto’s collarbones, hipbones, neck…. Ianto flushed, remembering the previous night, and dragged his wandering thoughts back to the present, concentrating on the washing-up.
Rhiannon was saying something, but he’d already missed most of it, too busy daydreaming, watching Jack playing with the kids in the back garden while Johnny dozed in front of a footie match on the Telly.
“…time you finally dragged your boyfriend over for Sunday dinner. I was starting to think you must be ashamed of us or something.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Rhi. Things have just been a bit busy lately. Whenever Jack’s been free, I’ve been tied up with something, and when I’ve been available, he’s been out of town, or up to his neck in work. This is the first time since you met him that we’ve been able to coordinate our schedules.”
“How difficult can it be? You live together, and I thought you worked together too! I’m pretty sure that’s what you told me.”
“We do, but he’s the boss, and sometimes he has to go to meetings in London, or elsewhere…”
“On a Sunday?”
“Meetings can overrun, and usually do. Then he still has to get home. And sometimes he has phone conferences with people overseas. Then the last time he was free, some idiot rammed my car and I had to spend most of the day sorting things out with the insurance company.”
“You didn’t tell me you’d been in an accident!”
“Technically I wasn’t. I’d parked at the supermarket, nipped inside to pick up a few bits, and came out to find a car had pulled into the parking spot in front of mine, and failed to stop. Rammed into my car so hard it smashed up the whole front end. The driver claimed his foot slipped, hit the accelerator instead of the brake, but it turned out he’d been drinking.” Ianto shrugged, scratched idly at an itch on his shoulder, tugging the neck of his shirt aside to get at it.
“I hope he got…” Rhi trailed off, staring at the point where Ianto’s neck and shoulder met. “Ianto Jones, is that a hickey?”
“What?” Ianto tried to look down at his own neck, then self-consciously tugged the collar of his shirt back up, blushing. “It… might be.” Then, suddenly annoyed, he added, “What if it is anyway? I’m not a kid, I’m twenty-six and I live with my partner.”
“Twenty-six,” Rhi repeated. “Still so young. I worry about you. I mean, Jack seems nice enough, and the kids like him.” Which in Rhi’s opinion was a mark in Jack’s favour, since her kids didn’t like most of her own friends, making it difficult to find anyone to babysit that Mica and David wouldn’t complain about. “But he’s older than you. Older than me as well, come to that.”
‘Oh, if only you knew,’ Ianto thought. ‘He’s older than everyone on the whole bloody planet!’ Not that he could say that to his sister. “Thirty-five isn’t so old.” That was the age he and Jack had eventually settled on, for official purposes.
“That’s a nine-year age gap.”
“Yes, Rhi, I know. I am capable of counting.” Ianto poured away the washing-up water and rinsed the bowl, setting it upside down on the draining board.
“I’m just saying, you should be careful. I don’t want you getting hurt.”
Again, Ianto had to bite back what he would have liked to say, that he got hurt all the time, but that was because of his job, not because he was living with an older man.
“Jack isn’t like… whatever it is you’re thinking.”
“Are you sure? Leaving his mark on you like that…”
“It’s a love bite, and I leave marks on him too, just not anywhere you’re ever going to see.” Which was true, because Jack claimed Ianto had left an indelible mark on his heart.
“I’ve seen his bare arse.”
“Yes, because I really needed to be reminded of that.” Ianto glared at his sister. “You won’t be seeing it again.”
“He’s stopped with the naked baking, has he?”
“No, but we’ve compromised. He keeps a pair sweatpants downstairs to pull on if we have visitors. Less embarrassing for everyone that way.” Not that flashing Ianto’s sister had bothered Jack in the slightest. Ianto had been mortified, but Jack had taken it all in his stride, aside from complaining about having to put clothes on.
Rhiannon sighed, disappointed. “Shame.”
Ianto pretended to be shocked. “Rhiannon Davies! And you a married woman!”
“Doesn’t mean I can’t look. I’ve still got eyes.” Rhiannon chewed on her bottom lip. “He does treat you right though, doesn’t he?”
“Yes, he does, and if he didn’t, I’d kick his arse out on the street. I can take care of myself, thank you very much, and Jack knows it.”
“Well, as long as you’re sure.”
“I am.” Drying his hands, Ianto hung the towel neatly on its hook and hugged his sister, dropping a light kiss on her forehead, something he could do easily now he was so much taller than her. “I love you, but you don’t need to protect me, not anymore.”
“Maybe not, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to stop caring. Doesn’t matter how big you get, you’re still my baby brother.”
“And you’re still my bossy big sister.”
“You know I’ll always be here for you, don’t you? No matter what.”
“That goes both ways. Now, why don’t I make coffee?”
“You and your precious coffee. Go on then. And don’t let the kids see that hickey! They’ll only ask awkward questions, and if they do, I’ll leave you to explain it to them.”
Ianto knew that wasn’t an idle threat. “Fine.” He fastened an extra button on his shirt. “Happy now? Or do I need to put my tie back on?”
Rhiannon studied him closely. “I suppose you’ll do.”
“Well, that’s a relief. And Rhi? Thanks. You know, for worrying about me, even though there’s no need to.”
“Someone’s got to. Anyway, that’s what big sisters are for.”
“That and to be annoying,” Ianto teased, but deep down he hoped she’d never change.
The End