Fic- Real Pain
Title: Real Pain
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: Adult - sexual acts, pain fetish
Spoilers: None
Summary: Ianto likes pain
Disclaimers: I own nothing!
Notes: Dedicated to doctorinchains for not being able to tell a P from an R and so giving me this plot bunny. Comments please!
Ianto liked pain, hot, arousing pain and Jack loved to give it to him. Ianto gasped and arched in the secure bonds. Jack always knew just what Ianto needed.
Jack hovered over him, eyes bright in the darkness. The only light in the room was the flickering of candle light and Ianto was in ecstasy.
“Jack,” he gasped. “Please, now!”
Jack smiled, waving the candle beneath his face and illuminating it, daemon-like. Ianto adored it when Jack was like that. Powerful and dark but still the same soft caring Jack underneath. The Jack who gave him real pain, the pain he wanted, needed.
“You sure you’re ready for this?” Jack asked, holding the candle steady beneath his chin. He grinned. “It’s going to hurt. It’s going to burn with pain. Do you want that?”
“Yes, yes, Jack.”
Jack stepped closer, leaning over Ianto’s naked body, domineeringly. “Are you sure? You’re not going to be able to take it. You’re going to scream. And cry. And beg me to stop. But I won’t.”
“Please,” he gasped. “Please, Jack. Give it to me.”
Jack smirked. “You asked for it.” His eyes bright, he tipped the candle, several inches above Ianto’s belly. He glanced at Ianto’s face, then let a drop of liquid wax fall directly onto Ianto’s bare skin.
Ianto cried out and writhed as much as his tight bonds would let him. And his cock, already straining up from between his legs, throbbed.
Jack chuckled. “Oh, my boy does love his pain, doesn’t he?”
“Uh…uh.”
“Do you want more?”
“Yes. More! More!”
Jack tipped the candle again but didn’t let it fall. He smiled slowly. “What do you say?”
“Please, sir, please give me more.”
Jack smirked and allowed the wax to once more drip down, this time a little higher. Ianto didn’t cry out this time, just gasped and arched upwards.
And he didn’t stop arching as Jack began to drip the hot wax all the way up his chest, watching it drip down, then harden on his flesh, still in shape.
“Look at you, gorgeous boy. All those pretty patterns on your chest.”
Ianto panted hard, writhing and moaning.
“You can still feel it burning, can’t you? And you know you’re at my mercy, don’t you?”
“Yes, yes, Jack.”
Jack stroked a finger up Ianto’s erection. “I’m going to give you more pain, Ianto. The pain you crave, the pain you beg me to give you.”
Ianto pressed his face into the pillow and growled. “More, more,” he grunted, his voice muffled in the pillow.
Jack grinned. “Look at me, Ianto. Look right into my eyes.”
Ianto looked up, right into Jack’s eyes. Still, they flashed in the candle light, eager and dark and Ianto loved the thrill of being at the mercy of that strong man.
“You want to be mine, don’t you? You want to give yourself to me, don’t you?”
“I’m yours, I’m yours! Please!”
Jack grinned and picked up a new candle. He smirked at Ianto, then lowered the candle and spilled its contents the one inch distance directly onto Ianto’s nipples. Ianto screamed and thrust right up off the bed.
“You want to come, don’t you?” Jack hissed, suddenly right above Ianto’s face. He let a hand travel down Ianto’s body, fingering the hot spots where the wax clung to him.
“Yeah,” Ianto whimpered.
Jack leaned forward and kissed Ianto softly, then bit down hard, making Ianto yelp into the kiss. Jack pulled away and his eyes were fiery as he looked at Ianto. “I am going to give you pain and you are going to come. Understand?”
“Yes, yes, sir. Yes, Jack.”
Jack grinned. “Good.”
He stood up straight and spent a long moment simply studying Ianto, as Ianto writhed and arched, desperate for the pain, the real pain, he needed.
Jack picked up the last candle which was to be used. This candle’s wax was tinged red and Ianto knew that Jack had added his special ingredients to it.
Ianto watched Jack’s eyes, Jack’s dark, daemonic eyes. Perfect. Just perfect. Ianto was aware of Jack tipping the candle somewhere below his head but he didn’t want to see where it was going, didn’t want to look away from Jack’s dominant eyes.
Then, the pain came. Hot, burning, exhilarating pain. The wax fell on the head of Ianto’s cock and Ianto came, crying out with pain and pleasure.
All his breath was sucked from him and his body throbbed deliciously. He writhed and gasped his way through his orgasm, shouting Jack’s name in a daze.
And then Jack was there with him, cleaning him up with his tongue. He brushed the wax from his body with soft touches and then he was gathering Ianto up in his arms and all Ianto could do was give himself up to Jack.
Jack stripped off, blew out the candles and settled beside him, cuddled close. His strong hands caressed Ianto’s pain-reddened skin.
“You do love that, don’t you?” Jack whispered, a little worry creeping into his voice.
“Mmm, yeah,” Ianto murmured, pulling a little on his bonds. Jack reached for him and, in the dark, untied his legs and one of his arms. He loosened the other and Ianto brought it down with his other arm. He liked the feeling of being restrained and he liked the fact that Jack was going to keep him like that through the night.
Jack grinned. “My little pain-slut, huh?”
“Uh huh,” murmured Ianto, nuzzling into Jack.
Jack kissed his forehead. “And in the morning, I’m going to make love to you, kiss you all over and show you pleasure.”
Ianto smiled, pressing his face to Jack’s warm chest. “Good.”
“What do you like about this, Ianto? What do you like about when we do this?”
Ianto let out a satisfied sigh. “I like the pain because it’s real and it makes tomorrow feel like the most glorious dream. It makes everything perfect and it makes me feel real.”
Jack kissed him softly and drew the covers over them. “Every moment is perfect with you. And I hope to god it isn’t a dream.”
Ianto grinned. “It’s not. I know. I had the pain. It’s definitely real.”