Fic: Vizzini's Rule (69/105)
Title: Vizzini's Rule, Chapter 69, Part 6
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smutty smut smut smut
Spoilers: Season One thru Out of Time (1x10)
Disclaimer: Torchwood and all its wonderfulness belong to Russell T. Davies and the Mighty Beeb. Just goofin' around! All ©’s to Catherine Tregenna for dialogue and situations borrowed from Out of Time.
Summary: In which the boys are still a little busy...
Notes: Tonight this is for greenwyvern who is not feeling well either. *hugs* Hope everyone gets better soon!!
Previous Chapters
Vizzini's Rule: Chapter Sixty-Nine, Part Six
Previously on Vizzini’s Rule:
“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.” He slid his mouth lower to place a gentle kiss on Ianto’s lips. Then he tightened his arms around Ianto and held him close. “Don’t ever forget that, even if I forget to say it.”
Ianto smiled, closed his eyes and floated.
As Ianto returned to himself, he became aware of all of his senses one by one, as if he were putting himself back together again. His sense of smell was first. Jack’s pheromones seemed to be working overtime and Ianto felt as if he were drowning in the musky, spicy scent of his lover. He groaned and buried his head in Jack’s chest, pressing his body along Jack’s. Sense of touch was next - the smooth planes of Jack’s back under his hands, the stiff pebble of a nipple against his cheek, the wiry hairs on Jack’s legs brushing against his own, the hard length of Jack’s erection trapped between their bodies.
He inhaled deeply, nuzzling Jack as he savored this closeness that he’d feared he’d lost forever. Jack was humming, Ianto realized. Sense of hearing next, then. He’d never heard Jack actually sing, but whenever he seemed happy he would hum. Strange melodies Ianto had never heard or tunes from the forties were his usual taste. Tonight he was humming something unfamiliar, the cadence and tonality making Ianto wonder for the first time if it was a song from Jack’s own time.
He tilted his head slightly and felt Jack shift around him. Before he could open his eyes, Jack had leaned down to capture his mouth in a tender kiss. Opening to Jack, Ianto pushed his tongue forward, shivering as he tasted himself in the confines of Jack’s mouth. He moaned and Jack held him tighter, deepening the kiss. He slid one hand up to cup the back of Ianto’s head and the other down to the small of his back, pressing him close. Ianto felt Jack thrust gently against him as they kissed and felt his own body, amazingly after such a short time, begin to respond. He gasped for much needed oxygen and pulled back, opening his eyes to look at his Captain.
Jack was only inches away, his blue eyes alight with hunger, his mouth reddened and puffy from their kiss and from… Ianto reached up to stroke the bruise on the corner Jack’s mouth.
“I’m sorry for that,” he whispered.
“I’m not,” Jack whispered, kissing Ianto’s finger. Smiling wryly, Jack said, “It was the first sign I had that you might be able to forgive me.”
“Punching you in the face meant I’d forgive you? You’ll have to explain the logic behind that one to me.”
Jack smiled. “If you didn’t care, if you’d written me off completely you wouldn’t have bothered.”
“Only you could make assault a romantic gesture,” Ianto said dryly.
“I’ll take what I can get,” Jack said with a laugh. He kissed Ianto’s forehead and then leaned down to kiss him properly. The heat flared between them again at the first touch of their lips. Jack moaned into the kiss and let his hand stray further down, caressing the firm roundness of Ianto’s arse.
“God, Jack!” Ianto gasped against Jack’s lips. “I need you inside me. It’s been so long.”
Jack groaned again. He broke the kiss and murmured, “Roll over.”
Ianto complied and smiled happily as he rested his head on his folded arms. Jack straddled his hips and kissed the back of his neck, his shoulders, his back, working his way slowly down to Ianto’s arse. When he reached his goal, Jack stretched himself out, his legs hanging half off the end of the bed. He didn’t seem to mind, however, and kissed and caressed the pale curves of Ianto’s arse.
Ianto moaned and reached his arms out until he could grip the edge of the mattress. He pressed his forehead into the sheets and arched his back, raising his hips a few inches off the bed.
“Oh, yeah,” Jack breathed. He palmed Ianto’s cheeks and gently pushed them apart. “You want it, don’t you Yan? You want my tongue on you,” he asked as he kissed the warm cleft of Ianto’s arse.
Ianto whimpered a little and nodded. He gripped the edge of the mattress tighter as Jack’s kisses got closer and closer. He tensed when Jack’s soft lips finally reached the puckered flesh that marked the entrance to his body. Jack kissed the tight circle, treating his arsehole as another mouth, occasionally darting his tongue out to deliver tiny licks that made Ianto moan. He felt a smile against his arse and then Jack got serious.
He traced the circumference of the sensitive ring with the very tip of his tongue and then flattened it to lick a broad stripe from bottom to top, almost as if he were licking ice cream from a cone. He alternated these motions in a random pattern which had Ianto hanging onto the mattress for dear life as he felt his body open to Jack. He was already pushing back into the glorious onslaught when Jack added another trick that made him howl with pleasure. In the midst of one of the circling motions, Jack tensed his tongue into a point and drove it into Ianto. He withdrew immediately and resumed the teasing licks and loops, but with the additional penetration thrown into the mix as well.
Ianto gradually raised himself onto his hands and knees, shamelessly thrusting back into Jack. He was moaning almost continuously as Jack stepped up his assault on Ianto’s arse, tongue-fucking him with uninhibited enthusiasm.
“Jack!” he managed to gasp. “I need… God, that’s good, that’s so good! But I…” he groaned again. “I need you inside me, Jack. Now!”
Responding to the urgency in Ianto’s voice, Jack scrambled up the bed to grab a bottle of lubricant out of the bedside table. Ianto hadn’t moved, so Jack returned to his earlier position and ran a hand down Ianto’s back and over his arse.
“Like this?” he asked roughly.
Ianto just nodded, resting his head on his bent arms which raised his arse a little higher.
Jack groaned. “You look positively decadent,” he murmured as he poured the lubricant on his hand. He slid a finger into Ianto slowly, making him moan. “Oh yeah, you’re ready for me, aren’t you?” He added a second finger, scissoring gently.
Ianto thrust back against Jack’s hand and threw back his head. Jack leaned forward to steal a kiss as he added a third finger. The kiss was messy and full of passion, their tongues tangling as they tried to devour one another. Jack twisted his fingers slightly and Ianto gasped, breaking the kiss.
“Jack!” he begged.
With one last kiss, Jack positioned himself behind Ianto, one hand on his hip to steady him and the other on his own cock. He slicked it up quickly and then carefully pressed the tip inside Ianto’s opening. They both held perfectly still for a moment and Ianto thought back to the last time they had been together, the last time Jack had been inside him, the day the rift had opened. He groaned and pressed back, trying to force Jack deeper. Has it really only been a week? he thought. Seems ages longer. Then Jack thrust forward and Ianto lost the ability to think at all.
Jack slid into Ianto, pulling out and then pressing in so slowly that Ianto could feel every inch inside him. He held on to Ianto’s hips, forcing him to keep the pace, not allowing him to slam back into Jack the way he wanted. He continued to tease Ianto for some time, until Ianto began to tighten his internal muscles around Jack when he tried to withdraw.
Ianto was pleased to hear the gasp from behind him. He smiled and raised himself up on his hands, using Jack’s distraction to thrust back hard against his lover. He groaned at the increased tempo and reached between his legs to stroke his aching cock.
Jack regained his control and leaned forward, wrapping his arms around Ianto’s chest. He heaved Ianto upright so he was sitting in Jack’s lap with his knees spread wide around Jack’s thighs. The new position drove Jack even deeper inside and Ianto cried out.
“You like that? You want it hard?” Jack murmured in Ianto’s ear as his hands found Ianto’s nipples and began to tease them.
“God, yes!” Ianto cried out, his head lolling back on Jack’s shoulder.
Jack slid his right hand down to grasp Ianto’s cock as his left continued to twist and tweak Ianto’s nipple. He thrust upward and bit gently at Ianto’s neck as he began to stroke Ianto’s cock. Ianto cried out again. He felt as if Jack was everywhere, surrounding him from the inside out. He lifted himself up on his knees and the dropped back down, impaling himself on Jack’s cock as Jack thrust into him. The combined sensations of Jack’s hands, mouth and cock were too much for Ianto to bear for long. It only took a few more strong thrusts from Jack to send him hurtling over the edge. Crying out as his orgasm hit him, Ianto fell forward onto his hands as Jack stroked his erupting cock and continued to move inside him.
When Ianto was finished pulsing over his hand and lay shuddering beneath him, Jack pulled out of his body and quickly turned him over. Before Ianto could react, Jack had both of his legs up on his shoulders and was sliding back inside him. He hazily grasped the headboard for support as Jack began to pound into him. Ianto watched with great satisfaction as Jack lost control, thrusting into Ianto with all his might, gasping for breath as his own orgasm took him. Ianto clenched around Jack, making him cry out as he came hard, the additional pressure allowing Ianto to feel every throb as Jack emptied his cock inside him.
Jack slowly collapsed onto Ianto’s chest as his orgasm faded to occasional jolts, leaving him quivering with pleasure. Ianto dropped his legs back to the bed and reached down to stroke Jack’s back, his shoulders, his hair, anywhere he could touch.
They lay there for some time, drowsy from the powerful orgasms. Jack finally groaned and turned his head to kiss Ianto’s chest. He pulled his softening cock out of Ianto, making them both moan. He pulled Ianto down into his arms and they wrapped themselves around each other, holding one another close. No words were spoken. For once no words were necessary as their hearts pounded together again.
TBC in Chapter Seventy
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smutty smut smut smut
Spoilers: Season One thru Out of Time (1x10)
Disclaimer: Torchwood and all its wonderfulness belong to Russell T. Davies and the Mighty Beeb. Just goofin' around! All ©’s to Catherine Tregenna for dialogue and situations borrowed from Out of Time.
Summary: In which the boys are still a little busy...
Notes: Tonight this is for greenwyvern who is not feeling well either. *hugs* Hope everyone gets better soon!!
Previous Chapters
Vizzini's Rule: Chapter Sixty-Nine, Part Six
Previously on Vizzini’s Rule:
“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.” He slid his mouth lower to place a gentle kiss on Ianto’s lips. Then he tightened his arms around Ianto and held him close. “Don’t ever forget that, even if I forget to say it.”
Ianto smiled, closed his eyes and floated.
As Ianto returned to himself, he became aware of all of his senses one by one, as if he were putting himself back together again. His sense of smell was first. Jack’s pheromones seemed to be working overtime and Ianto felt as if he were drowning in the musky, spicy scent of his lover. He groaned and buried his head in Jack’s chest, pressing his body along Jack’s. Sense of touch was next - the smooth planes of Jack’s back under his hands, the stiff pebble of a nipple against his cheek, the wiry hairs on Jack’s legs brushing against his own, the hard length of Jack’s erection trapped between their bodies.
He inhaled deeply, nuzzling Jack as he savored this closeness that he’d feared he’d lost forever. Jack was humming, Ianto realized. Sense of hearing next, then. He’d never heard Jack actually sing, but whenever he seemed happy he would hum. Strange melodies Ianto had never heard or tunes from the forties were his usual taste. Tonight he was humming something unfamiliar, the cadence and tonality making Ianto wonder for the first time if it was a song from Jack’s own time.
He tilted his head slightly and felt Jack shift around him. Before he could open his eyes, Jack had leaned down to capture his mouth in a tender kiss. Opening to Jack, Ianto pushed his tongue forward, shivering as he tasted himself in the confines of Jack’s mouth. He moaned and Jack held him tighter, deepening the kiss. He slid one hand up to cup the back of Ianto’s head and the other down to the small of his back, pressing him close. Ianto felt Jack thrust gently against him as they kissed and felt his own body, amazingly after such a short time, begin to respond. He gasped for much needed oxygen and pulled back, opening his eyes to look at his Captain.
Jack was only inches away, his blue eyes alight with hunger, his mouth reddened and puffy from their kiss and from… Ianto reached up to stroke the bruise on the corner Jack’s mouth.
“I’m sorry for that,” he whispered.
“I’m not,” Jack whispered, kissing Ianto’s finger. Smiling wryly, Jack said, “It was the first sign I had that you might be able to forgive me.”
“Punching you in the face meant I’d forgive you? You’ll have to explain the logic behind that one to me.”
Jack smiled. “If you didn’t care, if you’d written me off completely you wouldn’t have bothered.”
“Only you could make assault a romantic gesture,” Ianto said dryly.
“I’ll take what I can get,” Jack said with a laugh. He kissed Ianto’s forehead and then leaned down to kiss him properly. The heat flared between them again at the first touch of their lips. Jack moaned into the kiss and let his hand stray further down, caressing the firm roundness of Ianto’s arse.
“God, Jack!” Ianto gasped against Jack’s lips. “I need you inside me. It’s been so long.”
Jack groaned again. He broke the kiss and murmured, “Roll over.”
Ianto complied and smiled happily as he rested his head on his folded arms. Jack straddled his hips and kissed the back of his neck, his shoulders, his back, working his way slowly down to Ianto’s arse. When he reached his goal, Jack stretched himself out, his legs hanging half off the end of the bed. He didn’t seem to mind, however, and kissed and caressed the pale curves of Ianto’s arse.
Ianto moaned and reached his arms out until he could grip the edge of the mattress. He pressed his forehead into the sheets and arched his back, raising his hips a few inches off the bed.
“Oh, yeah,” Jack breathed. He palmed Ianto’s cheeks and gently pushed them apart. “You want it, don’t you Yan? You want my tongue on you,” he asked as he kissed the warm cleft of Ianto’s arse.
Ianto whimpered a little and nodded. He gripped the edge of the mattress tighter as Jack’s kisses got closer and closer. He tensed when Jack’s soft lips finally reached the puckered flesh that marked the entrance to his body. Jack kissed the tight circle, treating his arsehole as another mouth, occasionally darting his tongue out to deliver tiny licks that made Ianto moan. He felt a smile against his arse and then Jack got serious.
He traced the circumference of the sensitive ring with the very tip of his tongue and then flattened it to lick a broad stripe from bottom to top, almost as if he were licking ice cream from a cone. He alternated these motions in a random pattern which had Ianto hanging onto the mattress for dear life as he felt his body open to Jack. He was already pushing back into the glorious onslaught when Jack added another trick that made him howl with pleasure. In the midst of one of the circling motions, Jack tensed his tongue into a point and drove it into Ianto. He withdrew immediately and resumed the teasing licks and loops, but with the additional penetration thrown into the mix as well.
Ianto gradually raised himself onto his hands and knees, shamelessly thrusting back into Jack. He was moaning almost continuously as Jack stepped up his assault on Ianto’s arse, tongue-fucking him with uninhibited enthusiasm.
“Jack!” he managed to gasp. “I need… God, that’s good, that’s so good! But I…” he groaned again. “I need you inside me, Jack. Now!”
Responding to the urgency in Ianto’s voice, Jack scrambled up the bed to grab a bottle of lubricant out of the bedside table. Ianto hadn’t moved, so Jack returned to his earlier position and ran a hand down Ianto’s back and over his arse.
“Like this?” he asked roughly.
Ianto just nodded, resting his head on his bent arms which raised his arse a little higher.
Jack groaned. “You look positively decadent,” he murmured as he poured the lubricant on his hand. He slid a finger into Ianto slowly, making him moan. “Oh yeah, you’re ready for me, aren’t you?” He added a second finger, scissoring gently.
Ianto thrust back against Jack’s hand and threw back his head. Jack leaned forward to steal a kiss as he added a third finger. The kiss was messy and full of passion, their tongues tangling as they tried to devour one another. Jack twisted his fingers slightly and Ianto gasped, breaking the kiss.
“Jack!” he begged.
With one last kiss, Jack positioned himself behind Ianto, one hand on his hip to steady him and the other on his own cock. He slicked it up quickly and then carefully pressed the tip inside Ianto’s opening. They both held perfectly still for a moment and Ianto thought back to the last time they had been together, the last time Jack had been inside him, the day the rift had opened. He groaned and pressed back, trying to force Jack deeper. Has it really only been a week? he thought. Seems ages longer. Then Jack thrust forward and Ianto lost the ability to think at all.
Jack slid into Ianto, pulling out and then pressing in so slowly that Ianto could feel every inch inside him. He held on to Ianto’s hips, forcing him to keep the pace, not allowing him to slam back into Jack the way he wanted. He continued to tease Ianto for some time, until Ianto began to tighten his internal muscles around Jack when he tried to withdraw.
Ianto was pleased to hear the gasp from behind him. He smiled and raised himself up on his hands, using Jack’s distraction to thrust back hard against his lover. He groaned at the increased tempo and reached between his legs to stroke his aching cock.
Jack regained his control and leaned forward, wrapping his arms around Ianto’s chest. He heaved Ianto upright so he was sitting in Jack’s lap with his knees spread wide around Jack’s thighs. The new position drove Jack even deeper inside and Ianto cried out.
“You like that? You want it hard?” Jack murmured in Ianto’s ear as his hands found Ianto’s nipples and began to tease them.
“God, yes!” Ianto cried out, his head lolling back on Jack’s shoulder.
Jack slid his right hand down to grasp Ianto’s cock as his left continued to twist and tweak Ianto’s nipple. He thrust upward and bit gently at Ianto’s neck as he began to stroke Ianto’s cock. Ianto cried out again. He felt as if Jack was everywhere, surrounding him from the inside out. He lifted himself up on his knees and the dropped back down, impaling himself on Jack’s cock as Jack thrust into him. The combined sensations of Jack’s hands, mouth and cock were too much for Ianto to bear for long. It only took a few more strong thrusts from Jack to send him hurtling over the edge. Crying out as his orgasm hit him, Ianto fell forward onto his hands as Jack stroked his erupting cock and continued to move inside him.
When Ianto was finished pulsing over his hand and lay shuddering beneath him, Jack pulled out of his body and quickly turned him over. Before Ianto could react, Jack had both of his legs up on his shoulders and was sliding back inside him. He hazily grasped the headboard for support as Jack began to pound into him. Ianto watched with great satisfaction as Jack lost control, thrusting into Ianto with all his might, gasping for breath as his own orgasm took him. Ianto clenched around Jack, making him cry out as he came hard, the additional pressure allowing Ianto to feel every throb as Jack emptied his cock inside him.
Jack slowly collapsed onto Ianto’s chest as his orgasm faded to occasional jolts, leaving him quivering with pleasure. Ianto dropped his legs back to the bed and reached down to stroke Jack’s back, his shoulders, his hair, anywhere he could touch.
They lay there for some time, drowsy from the powerful orgasms. Jack finally groaned and turned his head to kiss Ianto’s chest. He pulled his softening cock out of Ianto, making them both moan. He pulled Ianto down into his arms and they wrapped themselves around each other, holding one another close. No words were spoken. For once no words were necessary as their hearts pounded together again.
TBC in Chapter Seventy