Monsters - fic - Torchwood, Ianto/Jack
Title: Monsters
Fandom/Pairing: Torchwood, Ianto/Jack
Author: Penemuel (g_shadowslayer)
Warnings: graphic m/m sex, sexual violence, disturbing content
Rating: NC-17 for the above
Disclaimer: They're not mine. I wish they were...
Spoilers: Post TW-1x04
Author's note: Originally written as part of an RP. Yeah, my Ianto's got some issues...
Summary: Ianto dreams.
He's had this dream before. It varies in theme -- sometimes it's more romantic, sometimes it's hot and sweet, and sometimes it's dirty and almost obscene. Tonight, it takes a darker turn than it ever has before, his emotions and the events of the past few weeks filtering through his subconscious and triggering a visceral reaction.
They always underestimate him -- he may be slender, but he's tall, and he's strong, and when he storms into the board room it's easy to push the Captain back into the wall. The Captain gasps in surprise, not expecting him or the look in his eyes, anger and hunger and need bubbling into a toxic mix. Then he rests one forearm across the base of the Captain's throat, pinning him to the wall, and groans softly as the man's lips part in a soft moan.
"Ianto, what are you doing?"
"You're the worldly-wise one, Captain, I suspect you can figure it out..." He leans in to kiss the Captain brutally, all tongue and teeth and heat and fury. The man groans into the kiss, already growing hard against him, and he snarls in disgust and bites down, tasting blood.
The Captain makes a sound, somewhere between a whimper and a moan, and lust and arousal arc through him like lightning. His cock twitches, already rock hard pressed against his boss' thigh, one of his thighs thrust between the Captain's legs pressing just as hard against his cock. He breaks the kiss and hisses, "You're so much a whore you'll let me do this to you, won't you!"
It's dream logic, and the next moment the Captain is naked and sprawled wantonly on the board room table, and he's still immaculately dressed in suit and dark shirt and tie. He opens his trousers and pulls out his cock, hard and leaking and throbbing with need, and climbs up onto the table. He needs leverage and reach for this, and standing at the side of the table won't give it to him. He can see the hunger in the Captain's eyes, see how the murdering whore is begging for it.
Who is he to deny him?
He shoves deep, tight heat clenching on his aching cock and making him shiver with pleasure as he takes what he's owed. He slides his hands up over the Captain's torso, pausing to tweak nipples to hardness before continuing up. The Captain notices hands. He knows this -- he's heard the comments before. The Captain thinks he has lovely, large hands. He thinks he agrees -- they're just perfect for wrapping around someone's throat and squeezing. Hard.
The Captain's eyes go wide in surprise and his cock twitches between them, silk over steel and burning hot where it's trapped between their bodies. But the thing that makes him whimper and grind in more harder faster yes! is the way those muscles clench on his own cock, spasming tighter and harder as he rams in and in and IN. He's coming now, coming harder than he can remember ever coming before, and the Captain's eyes are rolling back in his head as he spills hot and sticky between them, a little choked groan the last sound he makes before the sickening crunch of his trachea giving way.
Ianto gasps and flails himself awake, slamming his arm painfully against the bedside table in his attempt to get away from the image of the Captain's dead body underneath him. His sheets are sticky and he doesn't quite make it to the toilet before he vomits up the remains of dinner. And he really, really doesn't want to think about what it says about him that his cock is already hard again...
Fandom/Pairing: Torchwood, Ianto/Jack
Author: Penemuel (g_shadowslayer)
Warnings: graphic m/m sex, sexual violence, disturbing content
Rating: NC-17 for the above
Disclaimer: They're not mine. I wish they were...
Spoilers: Post TW-1x04
Author's note: Originally written as part of an RP. Yeah, my Ianto's got some issues...
Summary: Ianto dreams.
He's had this dream before. It varies in theme -- sometimes it's more romantic, sometimes it's hot and sweet, and sometimes it's dirty and almost obscene. Tonight, it takes a darker turn than it ever has before, his emotions and the events of the past few weeks filtering through his subconscious and triggering a visceral reaction.
They always underestimate him -- he may be slender, but he's tall, and he's strong, and when he storms into the board room it's easy to push the Captain back into the wall. The Captain gasps in surprise, not expecting him or the look in his eyes, anger and hunger and need bubbling into a toxic mix. Then he rests one forearm across the base of the Captain's throat, pinning him to the wall, and groans softly as the man's lips part in a soft moan.
"Ianto, what are you doing?"
"You're the worldly-wise one, Captain, I suspect you can figure it out..." He leans in to kiss the Captain brutally, all tongue and teeth and heat and fury. The man groans into the kiss, already growing hard against him, and he snarls in disgust and bites down, tasting blood.
The Captain makes a sound, somewhere between a whimper and a moan, and lust and arousal arc through him like lightning. His cock twitches, already rock hard pressed against his boss' thigh, one of his thighs thrust between the Captain's legs pressing just as hard against his cock. He breaks the kiss and hisses, "You're so much a whore you'll let me do this to you, won't you!"
It's dream logic, and the next moment the Captain is naked and sprawled wantonly on the board room table, and he's still immaculately dressed in suit and dark shirt and tie. He opens his trousers and pulls out his cock, hard and leaking and throbbing with need, and climbs up onto the table. He needs leverage and reach for this, and standing at the side of the table won't give it to him. He can see the hunger in the Captain's eyes, see how the murdering whore is begging for it.
Who is he to deny him?
He shoves deep, tight heat clenching on his aching cock and making him shiver with pleasure as he takes what he's owed. He slides his hands up over the Captain's torso, pausing to tweak nipples to hardness before continuing up. The Captain notices hands. He knows this -- he's heard the comments before. The Captain thinks he has lovely, large hands. He thinks he agrees -- they're just perfect for wrapping around someone's throat and squeezing. Hard.
The Captain's eyes go wide in surprise and his cock twitches between them, silk over steel and burning hot where it's trapped between their bodies. But the thing that makes him whimper and grind in more harder faster yes! is the way those muscles clench on his own cock, spasming tighter and harder as he rams in and in and IN. He's coming now, coming harder than he can remember ever coming before, and the Captain's eyes are rolling back in his head as he spills hot and sticky between them, a little choked groan the last sound he makes before the sickening crunch of his trachea giving way.
Ianto gasps and flails himself awake, slamming his arm painfully against the bedside table in his attempt to get away from the image of the Captain's dead body underneath him. His sheets are sticky and he doesn't quite make it to the toilet before he vomits up the remains of dinner. And he really, really doesn't want to think about what it says about him that his cock is already hard again...