Reward Ficlets: More Than That / Mr. and Mr.
written as rewards for thtwzjustadream and mcgarrett for completing 1-million-words' weekend challenge.
More Than That
(as a coda to episode 1.12 "Captain Jack Harkness")
Owen's words are still ringing loud in his ears.
Don't compare yourself to me. You're just a tea boy.
With Jack up against the wall, Ianto chases the unique taste on those lips that has him mesmerised since their first kiss. Squeezing his eyes shut, he isn't trying to savour the moment or imagine someone else; all he wants is to squeeze out the feeling of insignificance in his head. He is important to Jack, wants to be so desperately.
He's so much more than merely a tea boy.
In your dreams, Ianto.
His hands shake not because of the adrenaline, and definitely not because of the excitement. Normally deft fingers struggling to rid Jack of his clothes. Jack probably likes it this way, thinking Ianto is still overwhelmed, wants it not because he can't find elsewhere.
When Ianto's fingers wrap around the base of Jack's erection, he knows it isn't a dream. This is real.
Will Jack realise the truth in this, that Ianto isn't in it only for the convenient shag? Is this real enough for Jack too?
In your sad wet dreams when you're his part-time shag maybe.
Owen is dead wrong. It isn't part-time. This is constant, something permanent, at least for Ianto.
Having his hands pinned down on the bed, Jack grins up at Ianto. That sly bastard is loving every minute Ianto riding his cock with a vengeance. Rising up on his knees then slamming back down again, over and over, Ianto chases towards the bliss, willing to be taken over by the oblivion afterwards.
Then he recalls the revelation Tosh shared. How real can this be, if Jack Harkness isn't the real Jack Harkness?
In the here and now, sex is the only real thing. It's the only thing Ianto can hold onto.
---
Mr. and Mr.
(McDanno Assassin!AU)
"How am I Angelina Jolie?"
Steve glances at Danny with a snicker on his lips as he keeps driving, "You're absolutely right. She's probably taller than you."
If this was their first meeting, he'd be flat on the ground with Danny's knives at his throat.
"You're no Brad Pitt, we aren't Mr. and Mrs. Anything. We aren't spies, Steven. We're serial killers, who get paid, with no specifics in choice of victims. There's a big difference."
Once his biggest competition is now the one thing Steve can't bear to lose. Doesn't matter how it happens, he's glad to have Danny.
---
Danny's so very good with his knives.
Each cut is precise, flawlessly parallel to the others, merely breaking the skin and barely drawing any blood.
Even with his powerful legs wrapped around Steve, getting fucked through the mattress, Danny's hands continue to steadily put cuts after cuts onto Steve's chest.
When Danny bares his teeth, bites into the skin, blood finally breaks through dripping from the cuts down onto Danny. Flood of endorphin courses through Steve pushing him over, dragging Danny along with him.
It's pain. It's pleasure. It's a messy mix of this shared life they're living.
It's perfect.
---
"You what?"
Danny's expression is priceless. With the way they live inside each other's head, Steve takes pleasure in still being able to surprise Danny.
"I want us to retire, D."
"What gives you that ridiculous idea, Steven?" Silver flies before Steve's eyes. The way Danny speaks while waving sharp objects in hands is almost hypnotizing.
"We have more money than we can ever spend. People in our job get retired, I want us to be able to choose it."
Sagging a little, Danny nods. It isn't a yes but Steve knows Danny will consider it. It's all that matters.
More Than That
(as a coda to episode 1.12 "Captain Jack Harkness")
Owen's words are still ringing loud in his ears.
Don't compare yourself to me. You're just a tea boy.
With Jack up against the wall, Ianto chases the unique taste on those lips that has him mesmerised since their first kiss. Squeezing his eyes shut, he isn't trying to savour the moment or imagine someone else; all he wants is to squeeze out the feeling of insignificance in his head. He is important to Jack, wants to be so desperately.
He's so much more than merely a tea boy.
In your dreams, Ianto.
His hands shake not because of the adrenaline, and definitely not because of the excitement. Normally deft fingers struggling to rid Jack of his clothes. Jack probably likes it this way, thinking Ianto is still overwhelmed, wants it not because he can't find elsewhere.
When Ianto's fingers wrap around the base of Jack's erection, he knows it isn't a dream. This is real.
Will Jack realise the truth in this, that Ianto isn't in it only for the convenient shag? Is this real enough for Jack too?
In your sad wet dreams when you're his part-time shag maybe.
Owen is dead wrong. It isn't part-time. This is constant, something permanent, at least for Ianto.
Having his hands pinned down on the bed, Jack grins up at Ianto. That sly bastard is loving every minute Ianto riding his cock with a vengeance. Rising up on his knees then slamming back down again, over and over, Ianto chases towards the bliss, willing to be taken over by the oblivion afterwards.
Then he recalls the revelation Tosh shared. How real can this be, if Jack Harkness isn't the real Jack Harkness?
In the here and now, sex is the only real thing. It's the only thing Ianto can hold onto.
---
Mr. and Mr.
(McDanno Assassin!AU)
"How am I Angelina Jolie?"
Steve glances at Danny with a snicker on his lips as he keeps driving, "You're absolutely right. She's probably taller than you."
If this was their first meeting, he'd be flat on the ground with Danny's knives at his throat.
"You're no Brad Pitt, we aren't Mr. and Mrs. Anything. We aren't spies, Steven. We're serial killers, who get paid, with no specifics in choice of victims. There's a big difference."
Once his biggest competition is now the one thing Steve can't bear to lose. Doesn't matter how it happens, he's glad to have Danny.
---
Danny's so very good with his knives.
Each cut is precise, flawlessly parallel to the others, merely breaking the skin and barely drawing any blood.
Even with his powerful legs wrapped around Steve, getting fucked through the mattress, Danny's hands continue to steadily put cuts after cuts onto Steve's chest.
When Danny bares his teeth, bites into the skin, blood finally breaks through dripping from the cuts down onto Danny. Flood of endorphin courses through Steve pushing him over, dragging Danny along with him.
It's pain. It's pleasure. It's a messy mix of this shared life they're living.
It's perfect.
---
"You what?"
Danny's expression is priceless. With the way they live inside each other's head, Steve takes pleasure in still being able to surprise Danny.
"I want us to retire, D."
"What gives you that ridiculous idea, Steven?" Silver flies before Steve's eyes. The way Danny speaks while waving sharp objects in hands is almost hypnotizing.
"We have more money than we can ever spend. People in our job get retired, I want us to be able to choose it."
Sagging a little, Danny nods. It isn't a yes but Steve knows Danny will consider it. It's all that matters.