Being Alive - fic
Title: Being Alive
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-17/18
Warning: Dom Ianto/Sub Jack
This is just spellchecked, not betaed. It was also my first attempt at Sub Jack which I found much more difficult to write than Dom Jack.
Ianto leaned his back against the wall of the conference room, staring out through the glass wall into the Hub below.
He knew that Jack was the only person other than him left in the building, but he needed to give himself some time to calm down before going to look for the other man.
Taking a deep breath he headed down to Jack’s study. As expected the other man was there, sock clad feet up on his desk, studying what appeared to be ‘Cross Stitch Monthly;’ there were some things Ianto decided, that were simply not worth his dealing with, Jack’s choice of reading matter was one.
Ianto stood silently in the doorway. He hadn’t expected Jack to acknowledge his presence and he didn’t.
“Your behaviour has been unacceptable Jack” he said icily.
His boss shot him a look that alternated between his usual cockiness and a faint uncertainty.
He hadn’t know until that point which way he was going to take this, but over the years he’d learned to trust his instincts when dealing with his Sub’s.
He strode over to Jack, and swung his feet off the desk, scattering material that he knew he would end up tidying later.
He spun Jack round in his chair until he was facing him. Placing his hands on the arms, Jack was forced to look him in the eyes.
“You belong to me Jack, and therefore placing your life unnecessarily at risk, does not please me.” He said softly.
“It seems that I need to make it clear to you that your immortality can be a gift, rather than the curse you seem to see it as. I apologise, I’ve been remiss in not dealing with this before now.”
“May I speak please Sir.” Jack said quietly.
Ianto nodded his assent.
“The Doctor helped me to understand this when I was away. But it has been such a long time; old habits I have are hard to get rid of.” Jack paused.Sad grey eyes, focused on Ianto again.
“I’m sorry for putting my life at risk. I’ll accept whatever punishment you feel is appropriate.”
Ianto stood up, and perched on the edge of the desk, still in Jack’s personal space.
“I think what is needed, in this situation is positive reinforcement rather than punishment.” A smile flickered over his lips, are he saw the older man’s puzzled look.
He knelt and stroked a hand down Jack’s cool cheek.
“When will you learn, that you don’t have to do any thinking. That’s my job for now.” He said quietly.
He stood up, and took Jack’s hand, leading him down to the room underneath the office.
“Take your clothes off and lay down on the bed Jack.” He told him.
He turned to a carved wooden chest hidden in the corner of the room. From the first time they had had the discussion about Jack subbing for him, he had left this small collection of toy’s in Jack’s quarters. He had a rummage round inside. This time it would be all about pleasure, there would be no pain, other than perhaps a moderate amount of restraint, involved.
He pulled out 4 think blue silk cords, and a silver cock ring. He smiled as he held the last item in his hand. He’d had it hand made as a valentines gift for Jack, he remembered the sweet blush on Jack’s cheek as he opened it.
Part of the joy of being the older man’s Dom was knowing that he was the only one who knew that the great Captain Jack Harkness, exhibitionist, King of Innuendo, would blush over getting a cock ring as a gift.
He heard the bed creak as Jack lay down. Smiling he turned, pocketing the items he’d picked up. Watching the other man he removed his jacket and tie, carefully folded them; unbuttoning his shirt he left it on, and stalked over to the other man.
A pair of wide apprehensive grey eyes, looked up at him. He did notice that Jack was already hard though, and he could see the emotions warring in the other man’s mind.
He took the blue cords out of his pocket, and stood at the foot of the bed, stroking the silk over Jack’s feet.
“I could blindfold you, but I’d rather not. This is going to be all about pleasure. I’m going to make you feel so good.” He smiled.
“Do you trust me Jack.”
There was a fraction of hesitation before the other man replied.
“I . . . yes I trust you.” He sighed.
Ianto smiled to himself, while he felt sure that Jack believed that he spoke the truth, he wasn’t yet convinced that the other man felt it, to the core of his being.
“Make me want to live; please.” The younger man hid his surprise. The words had sounded torn out of Jack. He realised what a struggle it had been for the other man to speak them.
He swiftly bent over, and forced his sub’s hands above his head, shoving them brutally against the metal headboard.
“Oh I will Jack” he breathed.
Jack closed his eyes, a glimmer of temporary peace being felt in a corner of his mind.
Ianto bound his wrists to the headboard with the remaining silk cords.
He knelt back on the warm, taught thighs and slowly stroked a slender finger down Jack’s torso.
“You’re so beautiful, bound and helpless. I should keep you like this. Tied up down here, purely for my pleasure, forever.”
A shiver ran through Jack’s body; recognition that the young Welshman was more than capable of doing what he had just described.
Perhaps this was why it worked for Jack in a way it never had before. Because he truly was unsure of what Ianto could do, the man was a mystery to him. He was probably capable of anything.
He ran his fingers over Jack’s body, drawing abstract designs, pinching his nipples.
It was always a joy to play with his Sub, he was just a sensuous slut. A glutton or whatever his Dom was willing to give him.
Ianto pulled at Jack’s balls, softening his cock enabling him to fit the cock ring. He felt Jack, thrust up, despite his clear attempt at restraint.
“Naughty boy” he said, roughly, slapping Jack’s leaking cock with his hand, just hard enough to shock.
Jack gave a gasping groan.
He knew that it wouldn’t take long now for Jack to get to the point where his mind was free, and floating in that place where perhaps, he decided that even an immortal life was worth holding on to.
Ianto had one more trick up his sleeve this time. He fished out from under the covers at the foot of the bed, a long ostrich feather. He hadn’t used it for years, but still remembered the enjoyment he got from watching his subs expression as he stroked it over their body.
Jack’s eyes were closed. As he stroked the feather over his plump sensuous lips he saw it move with the softly exhaled air of a breath.
Moving it down around the strong neck and broad shoulders, he heard a strained murmur pass the other man’s lips.
“That’s it Jack, I want to hear you now, show me how much you want to live.”
He let out a groan that Ianto was sure could be heard in Central Cardiff.
“My beautiful Jack” he smiled as he continued his ministrations with the feather.
Carefully he leaned over, and licked a path down to the gorgeous, leaking cock. His tongue played with the balls, tasting the silver from the cock ring merging that with the unique smell that was pure Jack.
He sat up again, listening to the beautiful sounds coming from his Sub’s mouth.
“Tell me what you want Jack.”
“Please Sir, please let me come.”
Ianto leaned down, and licked the pearly liquid off the top of Jack’s cock.”
“Since you asked so nicely.” He blew softly onto the tip as he released the ring.
“You may come.”
Jack came with an explosive yell, passing out in the process.
When he came to, he’d been cleaned up, and his wrists and ankles had been released.
Ianto was sitting beside him on the edge of the bed, his shirt still hanging open; stroking the side of his face.
“How do you feel.”
“Like I want to live, for now.” He smiled tiredly.
“That’s all I can ask for the moment then.” Ianto said, as he placed a gentle kiss on Jack’s forehead.
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-17/18
Warning: Dom Ianto/Sub Jack
This is just spellchecked, not betaed. It was also my first attempt at Sub Jack which I found much more difficult to write than Dom Jack.
Ianto leaned his back against the wall of the conference room, staring out through the glass wall into the Hub below.
He knew that Jack was the only person other than him left in the building, but he needed to give himself some time to calm down before going to look for the other man.
Taking a deep breath he headed down to Jack’s study. As expected the other man was there, sock clad feet up on his desk, studying what appeared to be ‘Cross Stitch Monthly;’ there were some things Ianto decided, that were simply not worth his dealing with, Jack’s choice of reading matter was one.
Ianto stood silently in the doorway. He hadn’t expected Jack to acknowledge his presence and he didn’t.
“Your behaviour has been unacceptable Jack” he said icily.
His boss shot him a look that alternated between his usual cockiness and a faint uncertainty.
He hadn’t know until that point which way he was going to take this, but over the years he’d learned to trust his instincts when dealing with his Sub’s.
He strode over to Jack, and swung his feet off the desk, scattering material that he knew he would end up tidying later.
He spun Jack round in his chair until he was facing him. Placing his hands on the arms, Jack was forced to look him in the eyes.
“You belong to me Jack, and therefore placing your life unnecessarily at risk, does not please me.” He said softly.
“It seems that I need to make it clear to you that your immortality can be a gift, rather than the curse you seem to see it as. I apologise, I’ve been remiss in not dealing with this before now.”
“May I speak please Sir.” Jack said quietly.
Ianto nodded his assent.
“The Doctor helped me to understand this when I was away. But it has been such a long time; old habits I have are hard to get rid of.” Jack paused.Sad grey eyes, focused on Ianto again.
“I’m sorry for putting my life at risk. I’ll accept whatever punishment you feel is appropriate.”
Ianto stood up, and perched on the edge of the desk, still in Jack’s personal space.
“I think what is needed, in this situation is positive reinforcement rather than punishment.” A smile flickered over his lips, are he saw the older man’s puzzled look.
He knelt and stroked a hand down Jack’s cool cheek.
“When will you learn, that you don’t have to do any thinking. That’s my job for now.” He said quietly.
He stood up, and took Jack’s hand, leading him down to the room underneath the office.
“Take your clothes off and lay down on the bed Jack.” He told him.
He turned to a carved wooden chest hidden in the corner of the room. From the first time they had had the discussion about Jack subbing for him, he had left this small collection of toy’s in Jack’s quarters. He had a rummage round inside. This time it would be all about pleasure, there would be no pain, other than perhaps a moderate amount of restraint, involved.
He pulled out 4 think blue silk cords, and a silver cock ring. He smiled as he held the last item in his hand. He’d had it hand made as a valentines gift for Jack, he remembered the sweet blush on Jack’s cheek as he opened it.
Part of the joy of being the older man’s Dom was knowing that he was the only one who knew that the great Captain Jack Harkness, exhibitionist, King of Innuendo, would blush over getting a cock ring as a gift.
He heard the bed creak as Jack lay down. Smiling he turned, pocketing the items he’d picked up. Watching the other man he removed his jacket and tie, carefully folded them; unbuttoning his shirt he left it on, and stalked over to the other man.
A pair of wide apprehensive grey eyes, looked up at him. He did notice that Jack was already hard though, and he could see the emotions warring in the other man’s mind.
He took the blue cords out of his pocket, and stood at the foot of the bed, stroking the silk over Jack’s feet.
“I could blindfold you, but I’d rather not. This is going to be all about pleasure. I’m going to make you feel so good.” He smiled.
“Do you trust me Jack.”
There was a fraction of hesitation before the other man replied.
“I . . . yes I trust you.” He sighed.
Ianto smiled to himself, while he felt sure that Jack believed that he spoke the truth, he wasn’t yet convinced that the other man felt it, to the core of his being.
“Make me want to live; please.” The younger man hid his surprise. The words had sounded torn out of Jack. He realised what a struggle it had been for the other man to speak them.
He swiftly bent over, and forced his sub’s hands above his head, shoving them brutally against the metal headboard.
“Oh I will Jack” he breathed.
Jack closed his eyes, a glimmer of temporary peace being felt in a corner of his mind.
Ianto bound his wrists to the headboard with the remaining silk cords.
He knelt back on the warm, taught thighs and slowly stroked a slender finger down Jack’s torso.
“You’re so beautiful, bound and helpless. I should keep you like this. Tied up down here, purely for my pleasure, forever.”
A shiver ran through Jack’s body; recognition that the young Welshman was more than capable of doing what he had just described.
Perhaps this was why it worked for Jack in a way it never had before. Because he truly was unsure of what Ianto could do, the man was a mystery to him. He was probably capable of anything.
He ran his fingers over Jack’s body, drawing abstract designs, pinching his nipples.
It was always a joy to play with his Sub, he was just a sensuous slut. A glutton or whatever his Dom was willing to give him.
Ianto pulled at Jack’s balls, softening his cock enabling him to fit the cock ring. He felt Jack, thrust up, despite his clear attempt at restraint.
“Naughty boy” he said, roughly, slapping Jack’s leaking cock with his hand, just hard enough to shock.
Jack gave a gasping groan.
He knew that it wouldn’t take long now for Jack to get to the point where his mind was free, and floating in that place where perhaps, he decided that even an immortal life was worth holding on to.
Ianto had one more trick up his sleeve this time. He fished out from under the covers at the foot of the bed, a long ostrich feather. He hadn’t used it for years, but still remembered the enjoyment he got from watching his subs expression as he stroked it over their body.
Jack’s eyes were closed. As he stroked the feather over his plump sensuous lips he saw it move with the softly exhaled air of a breath.
Moving it down around the strong neck and broad shoulders, he heard a strained murmur pass the other man’s lips.
“That’s it Jack, I want to hear you now, show me how much you want to live.”
He let out a groan that Ianto was sure could be heard in Central Cardiff.
“My beautiful Jack” he smiled as he continued his ministrations with the feather.
Carefully he leaned over, and licked a path down to the gorgeous, leaking cock. His tongue played with the balls, tasting the silver from the cock ring merging that with the unique smell that was pure Jack.
He sat up again, listening to the beautiful sounds coming from his Sub’s mouth.
“Tell me what you want Jack.”
“Please Sir, please let me come.”
Ianto leaned down, and licked the pearly liquid off the top of Jack’s cock.”
“Since you asked so nicely.” He blew softly onto the tip as he released the ring.
“You may come.”
Jack came with an explosive yell, passing out in the process.
When he came to, he’d been cleaned up, and his wrists and ankles had been released.
Ianto was sitting beside him on the edge of the bed, his shirt still hanging open; stroking the side of his face.
“How do you feel.”
“Like I want to live, for now.” He smiled tiredly.
“That’s all I can ask for the moment then.” Ianto said, as he placed a gentle kiss on Jack’s forehead.