Fic: Vizzini's Rule (30/105)
Title: Vizzini's Rule, Chapter 30
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Some smexin' :P
Spoilers: Season One thru Countrycide (1x6)
Disclaimer: Torchwood and all its wonderfulness belong to Russell T. Davies and the Mighty Beeb. Just goofin' around!
Summary: In which Ianto has a bad dream...
Notes: I'm back! And I bring you a little more fallout from the earlier smexin'. This bit is for
thrace_adams because she's even beta-ing on her vacation!! :D Enjoy!! :o)
Previous Chapters
Vizzini's Rule: Chapter Thirty
The day passed uneventfully, not even a weevil sighting to call them away from their desks. Secretly, everyone was grateful for the quiet. When they started wrapping up a little after six, Tosh asked if anyone fancied a drink. The other four members of the team were silent for a moment. Ianto was about to agree that a drink sounded good, when Jack spoke.
“Sorry, Tosh, not tonight. I need Ianto to stay late and get this UNIT paperwork sorted for me. I’ve made a mess of it as usual.”
Ianto glared at him. “Guess that counts me out, Tosh,” he apologized with a shrug. “Maybe next time?”
“Sure thing,” she said. “Gwen? Owen?”
“Ah, I really need to get home to Rhys,” Gwen said, darting a look at Owen.
Ianto raised an eyebrow. Surely not, he thought. But it is Owen…
“And I’ve got plans, Tosh,” Owen said.
“Well, no harm in asking. Have a good night everyone,” Tosh called out as she hurried through the door.
Ianto watched Gwen and Owen carefully as they gathered up their jackets. They started for the door at the same time and then stopped. Owen motioned for Gwen to go in front of him at the same time she did the same thing. They started at the same time again and both laughed uncomfortably. Gwen glanced up at Jack who was standing in the doorway to his office, watching them with an amused look in his face. Blushing, Gwen finally headed for the door with Owen trailing along after her.
After they were gone, Jack and Ianto’s eyes met.
“You don’t think…” Jack started.
Ianto shrugged. “None of my business.”
Jack laughed. “So you do think. Interesting.”
“Did you really mess up that UNIT file?” Ianto asked.
“Would I do that?” Jack asked as he motioned to Ianto to join him.
Crossing the Hub slowly, Ianto replied, “I think you’re very capable of messing up a perfectly ordered file just by looking at it, sir.”
Jack reached for him as soon as he was at arm’s length. He pulled Ianto to him and rested his hands on his hips. “I haven’t touched it or looked at it, I promise. I just wanted an excuse to keep you here so I could have my wicked way with you.”
“Oh yeah?” Ianto asked, swaying into Jack’s embrace.
“Yeah,” Jack said as he captured Ianto’s mouth in a soft kiss.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Much later that night, Ianto found himself in his new favorite place: curled in Jack’s arms with Jack’s warm body pressed against him. He was sated and sleepy but slumber eluded him. Jack was sound asleep behind him, a rare occurrence as he explained it. Ianto tried to match his breathing to Jack’s and, much like when Jack helped him through a panic attack, it worked like a charm and Ianto dozed off…
Ianto was in the Hub. Someone was crying. He tried to find them, to help them, but he couldn’t move. The crying got louder. “Where are you?” he yelled. His voice echoed throughout the Hub. The crying got louder. “I want to help you!” he yelled. “Where are you?” He looked down. His hands were covered with blood. “No,” he whimpered. He wiped the blood on his trousers and then looked at his hands again. As he watched the blood reappeared across his palms. The crying got louder, bouncing off the walls of the empty Hub, echoing, magnifying. “Where are you?!”
. . .
“Ianto. Ianto, wake up,” Jack said, shaking him gently.
Ianto opened his eyes to see Jack’s worried face above him. His heart was racing. He felt dampness on his palms and pulled them up to see if it was blood. Jack grabbed his wrists and pulled his hands away from his face. “It was just a dream, wake up, Ianto.”
Shuddering, Ianto rolled into Jack who curled his body protectively around him. Jack just held him for a long moment, stroking his back and his hair, kissing his shoulder, his neck, anywhere he could reach.
Ianto pushed against Jack’s chest so he could see his face again. He stroked his hand along Jack’s cheek and pulled him in for a deep kiss. Still kissing Jack, he rolled onto his back and wrapped his legs around Jack’s waist. Jack raised his head with a question on his face.
Thrusting against Jack and tightening the grip of his legs, Ianto whispered, “Make me forget.”
Jack groaned, but straightened his arms to hold himself up off of Ianto. “Forget what?” he asked quietly.
“Everything!” Ianto said desperately. “Take me, Jack. Please! Make me forget everything but your name.”
“Ianto…”
Ianto reached between their bodies and slid a hand around Jack’s cock, which was already hard despite his reservations. Ianto angled his hips, trying to impale himself without Jack’s help.
“Wait, wait,” Jack gasped. He fumbled for the bottle of lubricant under the pillow and hastily coated his fingers.
“Now,” Ianto growled. “Don’t care if it hurts.”
“I do,” Jack said firmly. He gave his own cock a quick tug and then slipped two fingers into Ianto easily. He was still fairly relaxed from their earlier encounters, so Jack did as he wished and entered him with no other preliminaries.
Ianto set a punishing rhythm, slamming his hips into Jack again and again. Jack tried to give him what he needed, pulling both of his legs up to his shoulders, almost bending him in half as he fucked him hard and fast. He watched Ianto come apart beneath him, sweating with the effort of losing himself in Jack. When he finally came, the cry that was ripped from him sounded more like agony than ecstasy. Jack followed him a second later, coming quickly and then withdrawing carefully from Ianto’s body.
Jack cleaned them up as Ianto lay on the bed with his hands over his face. Jack gathered him into his arms and held him against his chest, pulling his hands down and kissing away the trails of tears.
“I’m sorry,” Ianto whispered.
Jack shushed him and drew the covers up over them both. He tightened his arms around Ianto and dropped a kiss on his forehead. “Sleep now,” he whispered, through Ianto’s shuddering sighs.
TBC in Chapter Thirty-One
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Some smexin' :P
Spoilers: Season One thru Countrycide (1x6)
Disclaimer: Torchwood and all its wonderfulness belong to Russell T. Davies and the Mighty Beeb. Just goofin' around!
Summary: In which Ianto has a bad dream...
Notes: I'm back! And I bring you a little more fallout from the earlier smexin'. This bit is for
thrace_adams because she's even beta-ing on her vacation!! :D Enjoy!! :o)
Previous Chapters
Vizzini's Rule: Chapter Thirty
The day passed uneventfully, not even a weevil sighting to call them away from their desks. Secretly, everyone was grateful for the quiet. When they started wrapping up a little after six, Tosh asked if anyone fancied a drink. The other four members of the team were silent for a moment. Ianto was about to agree that a drink sounded good, when Jack spoke.
“Sorry, Tosh, not tonight. I need Ianto to stay late and get this UNIT paperwork sorted for me. I’ve made a mess of it as usual.”
Ianto glared at him. “Guess that counts me out, Tosh,” he apologized with a shrug. “Maybe next time?”
“Sure thing,” she said. “Gwen? Owen?”
“Ah, I really need to get home to Rhys,” Gwen said, darting a look at Owen.
Ianto raised an eyebrow. Surely not, he thought. But it is Owen…
“And I’ve got plans, Tosh,” Owen said.
“Well, no harm in asking. Have a good night everyone,” Tosh called out as she hurried through the door.
Ianto watched Gwen and Owen carefully as they gathered up their jackets. They started for the door at the same time and then stopped. Owen motioned for Gwen to go in front of him at the same time she did the same thing. They started at the same time again and both laughed uncomfortably. Gwen glanced up at Jack who was standing in the doorway to his office, watching them with an amused look in his face. Blushing, Gwen finally headed for the door with Owen trailing along after her.
After they were gone, Jack and Ianto’s eyes met.
“You don’t think…” Jack started.
Ianto shrugged. “None of my business.”
Jack laughed. “So you do think. Interesting.”
“Did you really mess up that UNIT file?” Ianto asked.
“Would I do that?” Jack asked as he motioned to Ianto to join him.
Crossing the Hub slowly, Ianto replied, “I think you’re very capable of messing up a perfectly ordered file just by looking at it, sir.”
Jack reached for him as soon as he was at arm’s length. He pulled Ianto to him and rested his hands on his hips. “I haven’t touched it or looked at it, I promise. I just wanted an excuse to keep you here so I could have my wicked way with you.”
“Oh yeah?” Ianto asked, swaying into Jack’s embrace.
“Yeah,” Jack said as he captured Ianto’s mouth in a soft kiss.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Much later that night, Ianto found himself in his new favorite place: curled in Jack’s arms with Jack’s warm body pressed against him. He was sated and sleepy but slumber eluded him. Jack was sound asleep behind him, a rare occurrence as he explained it. Ianto tried to match his breathing to Jack’s and, much like when Jack helped him through a panic attack, it worked like a charm and Ianto dozed off…
Ianto was in the Hub. Someone was crying. He tried to find them, to help them, but he couldn’t move. The crying got louder. “Where are you?” he yelled. His voice echoed throughout the Hub. The crying got louder. “I want to help you!” he yelled. “Where are you?” He looked down. His hands were covered with blood. “No,” he whimpered. He wiped the blood on his trousers and then looked at his hands again. As he watched the blood reappeared across his palms. The crying got louder, bouncing off the walls of the empty Hub, echoing, magnifying. “Where are you?!”
. . .
“Ianto. Ianto, wake up,” Jack said, shaking him gently.
Ianto opened his eyes to see Jack’s worried face above him. His heart was racing. He felt dampness on his palms and pulled them up to see if it was blood. Jack grabbed his wrists and pulled his hands away from his face. “It was just a dream, wake up, Ianto.”
Shuddering, Ianto rolled into Jack who curled his body protectively around him. Jack just held him for a long moment, stroking his back and his hair, kissing his shoulder, his neck, anywhere he could reach.
Ianto pushed against Jack’s chest so he could see his face again. He stroked his hand along Jack’s cheek and pulled him in for a deep kiss. Still kissing Jack, he rolled onto his back and wrapped his legs around Jack’s waist. Jack raised his head with a question on his face.
Thrusting against Jack and tightening the grip of his legs, Ianto whispered, “Make me forget.”
Jack groaned, but straightened his arms to hold himself up off of Ianto. “Forget what?” he asked quietly.
“Everything!” Ianto said desperately. “Take me, Jack. Please! Make me forget everything but your name.”
“Ianto…”
Ianto reached between their bodies and slid a hand around Jack’s cock, which was already hard despite his reservations. Ianto angled his hips, trying to impale himself without Jack’s help.
“Wait, wait,” Jack gasped. He fumbled for the bottle of lubricant under the pillow and hastily coated his fingers.
“Now,” Ianto growled. “Don’t care if it hurts.”
“I do,” Jack said firmly. He gave his own cock a quick tug and then slipped two fingers into Ianto easily. He was still fairly relaxed from their earlier encounters, so Jack did as he wished and entered him with no other preliminaries.
Ianto set a punishing rhythm, slamming his hips into Jack again and again. Jack tried to give him what he needed, pulling both of his legs up to his shoulders, almost bending him in half as he fucked him hard and fast. He watched Ianto come apart beneath him, sweating with the effort of losing himself in Jack. When he finally came, the cry that was ripped from him sounded more like agony than ecstasy. Jack followed him a second later, coming quickly and then withdrawing carefully from Ianto’s body.
Jack cleaned them up as Ianto lay on the bed with his hands over his face. Jack gathered him into his arms and held him against his chest, pulling his hands down and kissing away the trails of tears.
“I’m sorry,” Ianto whispered.
Jack shushed him and drew the covers up over them both. He tightened his arms around Ianto and dropped a kiss on his forehead. “Sleep now,” he whispered, through Ianto’s shuddering sighs.
TBC in Chapter Thirty-One