Wow I am posting a lot today!
Title: Ownership
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Boo hoo. =(
Summary: What happens AFTER.
A/N: First time writing any smut/porn so I apologise for any laughter it may cause.
**Spoilers for Adrift**
‘Leave it alone.’
‘I can’t.’
Ianto closed the door behind him and looked up to see Jack staring at him hungrily, his shirt already off and his belt on it’s way to joining it.
“Now, where were we?” He leered, reaching for Ianto.
Ianto allowed himself to be pulled in, his hands snaking their way down Jack’s chest to rest gently on his hips. They kissed hungrily and Jack ground his still eager erection against Ianto to remind him of unfinished business. Ianto pulled back slightly and grinned slowly drawing his hands back up his lover’s chest, deepening the kiss while firmly pushing him back towards the wall.
Jack gasped in surprise as Ianto pushed him back against the wall and then groaned in delight as Ianto took control of the kiss, ravishing his mouth before abruptly pulling away again.
“Just now, with Gwen. What was all that about?” Ianto growled, biting Jack’s lower lip and sucking on it, almost drawing blood. Jack moaned as Ianto pushed against him, grinding into him as Jack clutched at his shirt, wanting to tear it off his body so he could feel Ianto’s hot flesh under his fingers.
“That look you two shared?” Ianto pushed back against Jack even further, thrusting his leg in between Jack’s thighs, roughly pulling them apart to gain more access to his prize. “Anyone would have thought I was the one interrupting a moment.”
Jack moaned again, louder this time, as Ianto reached inside his pants and grabbed his cock squeezing hard. He loved when Ianto took control like this, harsh and relentless. It was a whole other side to the enigmatic Welshman that very few people ever got to see and it drove Jack wild. To know that underneath that quiet, unassuming archivist exterior lurked a powerful, wild, sexually driven animal… it definitely played on one of Jack’s many kinks.
Jack panted as Ianto set up a punishing rhythm that teetered on the edge of the divide between pleasure and pain. Jack loved Ianto. He loved making love to Ianto, slowly and gently, with soft caresses and gentle touches, delaying the pleasure until neither party could stand it anymore and one partner’s climax triggered the others.
But he also loved sex with Ianto. Hungry, unadulterated, punishing sex, where one or the other took control, dominating and controlling their movements until it drove them both to a powerful, overwhelming release.
This was one of those times. Ianto was punishing him for his interaction with Gwen. Jack had realised long ago that Ianto wasn’t so much jealous of Gwen and he’s relationship, but possessive. Ianto knew that Jack didn’t love Gwen the way he loved Ianto, but he also knew that Gwen’s feelings towards Jack weren’t always that platonic.
Jack had that ability to attract just about anyone and for the most part Ianto took it all in his stride. Jack was free to flirt and be his natural charming self as long as he remembered who he was coming home to. Ianto knew who he was and accepted him for it, actively pursing the relationship with this knowledge clearly in mind. But when it seemed that Jack was looking to stray, to do more than just flirt and be suggestive, Ianto would reel him back in and remind him exactly who he belonged to.
“Why was she looking at you like that Jack?” Ianto breathed in Jack’s ear, his own painfully hard erection grinding into Jack’s hip, almost bruising him. “What have you two been up too?”
Ianto increased the pressure on Jack’s cock, making him cry out.
“Nothing!” Jack yelled, the pain giving way to pleasure once more. He moaned and dropped his head down onto Ianto’s shoulder. “We haven’t been doing anything.”
“Liar.” Ianto snarled and jerked his hand out of Jack’s pants. Before Jack could protest at the loss of contact Ianto spun him around so his face and stomach was against the glass wall, yanking Jack’s pants down violently before slamming his whole body flush against Jack’s back, pushing him further into the glass.
Jack groaned and tried to push back to allow himself to breathe but Ianto angrily pushed him back.
“Stay!” Ianto barked and Jack shivered at his tone. Ianto was voice was as hard as steel which meant that Jack was in for a whole lot more than he bargained for when he first came up behind Ianto in the hot house.
Jack stayed where he was, breathing heavily in anticipation as he heard the slide of Ianto’s zipper and sound of something wet gliding across flesh. He turned his head slightly to catch a glimpse of Ianto slicking up his cock, his eyes closed as he twisted his hand at the end of stroke. Jack whimpered softly and Ianto’s eyes flew open, locking with Jack’s. Ianto’s pupils had dilated with lust but the look he gave Jack was pure menace.
Ianto pressed up against Jack again and slid his now slick erection in between the cleft of Jack’s cheeks. Jack pushed back and Ianto chuckled softly.
“You are such a slut.” He whispered in Jack’s ear, taking the lobe in mouth and worrying it between his teeth. “Ready?”
Before Jack had a chance to say anything Ianto pushed the head of his cock against Jack’s entrance, demanding access. Ianto had deliberately not prepared Jack, wanting him to feel the pain of penetration as part of his punishment. Jack gasped as Ianto breeched him, breathing through the pain and forcing himself to relax his muscles until Ianto was buried deep within him. Jack welcomed the burn that accompanied the invasion. Ianto was right. Jack was a slut. He was Ianto’s slut.
Both men stood there for a moment, each adjusting to what he was feeling. When Ianto felt Jack relax around him he drew back, almost all the way out before thrusting up again, relishing the hitch in Jack’s breathing as he did so.
He wanted Jack to hurt. He wanted Jack to feel the pain so he could know who owned him. Ianto was not a sadist. He had been with Jack long enough to know what pain was good and what pain wasn’t. He would never intentionally cause Jack to hurt except when he knew it was what they both wanted. Both of them knew that at any point all Jack had to do was say stop and it would. But they both also knew that Jack never would. Jack liked the pain, needed the pain. It made him feel alive and human. He couldn’t die but he could feel pain and that, he had said, is what made all the difference.
Ianto needed it too. He knew Jack wasn’t interested in Gwen but he hadn’t liked what had gone on between the two of them. They had shared something between the two of them just before and it made Ianto feel like an outsider. He had been an outsider all his life but now with Jack he finally felt like he belonged somewhere, to someone. He liked Gwen but she had often come too close to crossing that fine line between friends and something more and as a result both she and Jack needed to be reminded of what was really going on.
“Tell me who owns you Jack.” Ianto panted, emphasising his request with a hard thrust that made Jack cry out.
“You do.” Jack whispered, pushing back against Ianto, rolling his hips slightly to increase Ianto’s pleasure and his own.
“Tell me who owns you Jack!” Ianto repeated, angling his next thrust so it came in direct contact with Jack’s prostate.
Jack howled in pleasure as Ianto thrust up again, sparks of pleasure shooting through him. “You do!”
“Let me hear it Jack.” Ianto whispered loud enough for Jack to hear over the harsh breathing, driving up and meeting that spot every time, almost lifting Jack off the ground with the intensity of his thrusts.
“Oh fuck! Ianto! IANTO!” Jack roared as he came, his muscles clenching around Ianto, pushing him to the edge and causing him to howl his own release.
When Ianto had spent himself inside Jack, he let his lover pull him to the ground, exhausted. Jack was struggling for breath and lay back against Ianto, gulping in huge gasps of air, utterly sated. Ianto let Jack rest against him, breathing heavily.
As Jack lay boneless against him, Ianto ignored his discomfort with the position they were in, in favour of searching for something below him through the glass wall. He smiled as he found it. The light above the entrance to the hub was flashing as the metal door rolled closed but not before he saw a brief glimpse of someone exiting the hub.
Ianto closed his eyes and concentrated on Jack and breathing normally.
Mission accomplished.