Fic: Meeting in the Archives
Title: Meeting in the Archives
Author: dragonlit
Recipient: pastel_dreamer
Rating: NC17
Characters: Jack/Ianto, Captain John, Tosh
Disclaimer: Although I wish they were mine, in more ways than one, I have no rights to these characters who have been created and are owned by RTD and BBC.
Summary: Jack entertains Ianto as he is working. An unwelcome visitor makes an appearance and disrupts the day.
Word Count: 4428
Beta: As always, my lovely beta did her magic. Thanks to her and the very quick turn-around time she had.
Author’s note: Don’t really know if I’ve met the requirements of the request as it got a little twisted. Mostly smut with a little bit of plot thrown in. And apologies for Ianto’s aggressiveness. He was in that kind of mood but he acquiesced to your request that ultimately, Jack ends up on top. :)
Ianto feels a brush of air on the back of his neck, his only clue that someone has entered the Archives. His ears hear nothing but the air fills with the unmistakable tingling of what he knows are pheromones, scentless but nonetheless acknowledged by the receptors in his nose. He wonders what pretence Jack will have for disturbing his concentration this time. He plays along, muscles tensed in anticipation of whatever the Torchwood leader has in mind.
The air pressure increases against his back, his senses keen and practiced now at noticing those subtle changes. As Jack approaches, Ianto keeps at his filing, maintaining the semblance of concentration in spite of the distraction. When Jack is less than a step from him, Ianto swivels.
“Can I help you Sir?”
“Oh, you are good. When did you know I was in the room?” Jack asks; the corner of his mouth turned up in that unmistakable smirk. Ianto, pleased that he has caught Jack off guard, decides to play along with the game.
“I don’t understand. I presume there is something you need if you came down to the bowels of the Hub. A file perhaps?”
“Perhaps, or perhaps I just wanted to see how keen your perception has gotten,” Jack answers. “Let’s test that a little more.”
Jack moves a step closer and smiles.
“What do you think I need?” he growls.
Ianto knows exactly what Jack needs or at least desires and as much as Ianto wants to drop to his knees and fulfill those needs, he chooses to play the game they both love so well.
“I could surmise various scenarios, Sir, but I believe it would be more prudent and efficient if you just came out and told me what your intentions are.”
“My intentions? Oh my intentions are to slowly remove each piece of that neatly pressed suit, and then press you against the stack behind you.”
Jack doesn’t move any closer, nor blink an eye, and Ianto meets him look for look.
“I do believe that would seriously disrupt my work at the moment. I have a very large backlog of files to deal with. If you wish to watch me work, that would be acceptable.”
“I tell you what Ianto. You go ahead with your filing and I’ll watch you and explain exactly what I plan to do after you finish. That might help motivate you. What do you think?”
“You’re in charge, Sir. Whatever you think would be most efficient.”
Ianto, in spite of his outward stoicism, can scarcely hide the arousal that Jack is causing, teasing him with hidden promises. Ianto loves listening to the dulcet tones of his Captain and this will not be the first time Jack will describe in minute detail what his wonderfully twisted mind is planning. Ianto shivers in anticipation but turns to resume his work, knowing the heat is rising in both of them.
“Let’s get started then,” Jack says moving closer until Ianto swears he can hear Jack’s heartbeat.
“First, from behind, I run my thumbs across those tight muscles in your neck, rubbing and kneading, loosening them before I slowly pull your jacket down your arms, tracing my fingers down the tender skin on the inside of your arms, arms still covered by your silk shirt. I did notice that, the silk shirt. It feels so sensuous against your skin. Does it caress your chest like my hands do, brushing over it lightly throughout the day, reminding you of my fingers or perhaps my tongue? Mmmm… My tongue. Yes, my tongue moves in to your neck, following the reddened lines caused by my thumbs , softly, tenderly tasting your salty skin.”
When he feels Jack’s breathe against him, blowing softly like an echo of the tongue he has promised, the tiny hairs on the back of his neck stand up and his body shudders. Ianto, hands shaking, places the file-folder into the box, hoping that it is indeed in the right place.
“I move my hands down your arms pressing the silk into your skin. You can feel the silk can’t you? I unfasten the buttons at the cuffs of your shirt and then run my fingers lightly over your hands. My fingers trace circles in both palms, and you can feel the tingling running up your arms. I bring one of your hands to my mouth and kiss your open palm and each finger tip before I suck the last finger into my mouth. I slowly draw it in, kneading it with my tongue, adding pressure, harder and harder. You think about how good that would feel if I was doing it lower, down where your cock is throbbing in anticipation. Your eyes roll back and you whisper my name begging me for more. You are so good at begging, Ianto. Ianto.”
Jack caresses his name, moans it into his ear, makes it sound dirty, erotic and sensual. Ianto wants to turn and engulf Jack’s mouth, consume the words that he offers as nourishment for his starved , needy body.
“Jack,” he groans.
“Shhhh. No words from you. Back to work for both of us.”
Ianto takes a deep breath and composes himself, ready.
“My tongue returns to your spine. My warm hands then move to your hips, one on either side and grabbing firmly, I press my hardened cock against you. Do you feel how hard I am Ianto? Can you feel it press against you?”
Jack briefly brushes himself against Ianto, eliciting a soft moan from him. Ianto grins into the file cabinet, knowing that Jack is arousing himself as much, if not more than Ianto is being aroused. He chooses not to answer knowing that will drive Jack on.
“I move my hand around to find your belt which I quickly unfasten. I know you want to feel my hand rub against you but first I pull your zipper down, having to tug it over your hardness. I can feel it twitching, wanting to escape.”
Ianto is certain he has misfiled another folder but doesn’t care. He can fix it tomorrow.
“Next, I slowly pull your shirt out and it runs up that hard cock of yours, because of course, you have intentionally not worn underwear, wanting to be prepared for what you desire so badly. Yes, that silk shirt tickles you and you don’t care that the moisture seeping from the head is staining the material, it feel so good. Mmmmm…”
Jack’s moan almost undoes Ianto and he drops the folder on the floor. Bending over is not the most comfortable action given how hard he has become but he tries to act very nonchalant as he leans down to fetch it.
“Nice view, Eye Candy,” comes an unwelcome voice from behind them. Ianto scoops the folder off the floor and holding it in front of him to hide any evidence he turns, ready to pounce on this intruder. He looks over Jack’s shoulder towards the voice but Jack places his hand on Ianto’s shoulder and whispers.
“Don’t,” Jack says quietly, menacingly. As Ianto looks into Jack’s eyes, he sees fury; fury he hopes is not directed at him.
“And nice soliloquy Jack. You always could captivate an audience with that voice of yours, warm up a room. I see things haven’t changed. Mind if I join in the fun? You always said the more the merrier.” The ever cocksure voice makes Ianto’s muscles bunch.
“Please Jack, just one swing. Give me one good swing.”
Jack squeezes his shoulder and softening eyes give Ianto his answer. He wants to ignore their plea and push the man aside, the promise of pleasure so rudely interrupted by the slimy conman. Taking a swing at John would fulfill a need he has had since first meeting Jack’s old lover.
Still facing Ianto, Jack asks, “How did you get in here?”
“Oh, come on Jack. You know how easy it is to return to a place you’ve been. Besides, I can always find you. You’ll never be able to totally evade me.”
“We have extensive security so I’ll ask you again, how did you get in here?”
“Well, if you must know, I stole a little artfact from the Menolian system that has an uncanny ability to bypass all kinds of security systems. I put it here the last time I visited. Taps into your computer system without anyone including your brilliant Toshiko finding any trace of it. Brought me back without setting off any alarms. Happy now?”
Ianto sees the smarmy man smirk at him, a smirk that spoke volumes of the man’s arrogance.
“I do like to make you happy Jack,” John says eyes shooting daggers at Ianto.
Jack slowly turns to face John, his arm wrapped firmly around Ianto’s shoulder making it clear that Ianto is to stay right beside him.
“What do you want this time?”
“What makes you think I want anything more than just to see you? Well, you and the pretty Mr Jones. Come on Jack. Can’t an old friend drop by for tea? Tea and sweets, maybe?” he says now leering at Ianto.
Jack looks in the same direction as John’s eyes and smiles.
“Yes, he is pretty sweet, isn’t he” A statement rather than a question. Jack presses his lips to Ianto’s and turns back to face John. “You have those cuffs, Ianto?”
Ianto wonders what Jack is thinking. The cuffs that Jack is talking about are tucked neatly into the top left drawer of Jack’s desk and he doesn’t understand what good fur lined cuffs will be in ridding them of John. Unless, perhaps Jack is contemplating having John actually join in the ‘game’.
“I don’t see…”
“Why don’t you go get them and I’ll warm John up to the idea.”
“There’s a good boy, Eye Candy. I promise you it’ll be worth it,” John chuckles.
Ianto looks from John to Jack not believing that he is expected to agree to this. When Jack winks at him, he realizes that Jack has other intentions.
“Very good,” Ianto answers curtly. “Don’t start without me.”
He forces a smile in John’s direction as he turns on his heels and rushes to fetch the toys. As he passes Tosh, intently immersed in her current project, he stops short and turns.
“Tosh. I need you to check the security protocols. Is there a possibility that anything could bypass them?”
When Tosh shakes her head, Ianto quickly explains what has happened in the Archives and what Captain John has claimed. The details of Jack’s monologue are omitted as are the details of the handcuffs Jack has sent him to retrieve. When Tosh turns to the computer to hunt for the potential security breach, Ianto sets off to Jack’s office. He pulls the cuffs out of their hiding place. He can’t contain the smile that the memory of the game of ‘Crime and Punishment’ evokes and thinks that perhaps he will be the one to do the arresting and discipline the next time they are put to use. On his way back to the Archives, he goes to the storage cabinet and also grabs a set of electronic ones. Ianto likes to be prepared.
When he enters the Archives, he stops short, seeing crushing lips, his lover in a heated embrace with the man he sees as his nemesis. Ianto feels the blood rush to his head and not the head he’d prefer to have it rush to. Now he’s determined that he is going to land a blow on that smirking face although at this point he’s not sure which smirking face he wants to hit. The betrayal stings. He’ll be damned if he’s going to be drawn into Jack’s twisted game and wonders how he could have been so mistaken at Jack’s intention. But he is Ianto and he will remain in control of himself.
“Excuse me Sirs. I can see I’m interrupting and that contrary to my request, you have started without me. I’ll just put these here and leave you two to it.”
Ianto nods to the men who seem to be oblivious to his presence and turns, desperate to get away. A glance over his shoulder is all it takes to confirm his fear that John has won. He takes the steps two at a time and pauses to compose himself before entering the main office. He won’t allow this to defeat him. He’s been through worse pain before and survived. Besides, he tells himself, it was just shagging. He will make it through this.
“Any luck at finding a breach?” He asks Toshiko.
“I think I may have found something but I’m not certain. Would you monitor the other screen and tell me if you see any anomalies?”
Ianto nods welcoming any opportunity for distraction from his anger. Tosh explains what she is looking for and Ianto sets himself to the task. When Jack appears an hour later, hair dishevelled, Ianto quickly looks away, silently fuming at the man.
“Any luck?” Jack asks.
“Probably not as much luck as you have had,” Ianto says under his breath.
“Sorry?” Jack says and Ianto catches the look of surprise on his face. Ianto bites his tongue at the venomous comment that threatens to poison his lips.
“I think I’ve found it,” Tosh answers.
“So he was telling the truth. Can you disable it?” Jack asks.
Ianto realizes that Jack had expected his team to find a solution while he was having his fun. Ianto’s anger mounts at the presumptuousness of this man and at himself for having made an equal presumption that such a man could act against what was clearly his character. Jack Harkness is a rogue caring for nothing but his own satisfaction at the expense of everyone else. Again, he reminds himself that it was after all, just a shag. But hell, what a shag it was! The things that man could do! Now was not the time for those thoughts. He had to forget and hold onto his anger to get through this.
“I can do better than that. I can send him back to his point of origin,” Tosh says satisfaction in her voice.
“Good. Do it. He’s unconscious and in cell three. Then disable it. I’ll be in my office.”
“No problem.”
Ianto refuses to meet Jack’s eyes, sighs and stands. Putting on his best butler persona, he clears the desk of stale coffee cups and washes up. The coffee machine begs his attention and when he realizes that any more polishing will rub the chrome from its surface, he stands back to survey the room. When he is satisfied that all is in order, he contemplates going home but instead chooses to return to the Archives and clear away a few more files. At the very least, he thinks, he will ensure that he hadn’t misfiled anything.
“Night Ianto,” Tosh says as he passes her. He has been too distracted at fussing to notice that she was still here and takes a deep breath before turning towards her. He catches site of Jack standing at the door of his office, arms crossed, looking down on him but Ianto still refuses to meet his stare.
“Good night Tosh, and thanks for all your help.” He smiles, clicks his heels and marches to the Archives. He pauses at the door and inhales the scent still lingering there. He composes himself and walks in. He finds the file drawer still open and flips through it somewhat surprised to find it all in order.
When a hand slips around his waist, he jumps. How had he missed the intruder this time?
“Now, where were we,” Jacks voice caresses his ear.
Ianto’s back stiffens and he pulls away from the embrace he had so wanted earlier.
“Obviously, we were nowhere Sir,” he bites.
“Ianto. What’s wrong?”
Ianto turns to face Jack and refusing to let his hurt show anymore, smiles woodenly.
“Nothing. I think you got what you required from John today and don’t need my services this evening.”
Jack laughs.
“Why, Ianto Jones. I do believe you are jealous.” Jack moves closer to him and gently cups Ianto’s chin. “You have absolutely nothing to be jealous of. I kissed him. That was all.”
“Excuse me, Sir, but that didn’t look like a casual kiss.” Ianto is not ready to be taken in that easily by Jack’s words but with his face that close and his gentle touch, Ianto wants to believe.
“I had to make the con convincing. By the time I finished with him, believe me, he was convinced.”
“And areyou pulling the same con on me, Jack? Is that what you do?” Ianto isn’t sorry he has asked the question that has nagged at him since catching the two in their embrace but he sees the hurt in Jack’s eyes.
“No. Never. I kissed him and cuffed him and gave him that punch that you wanted to. You can’t seriously think for a moment that I actually wanted him when I have you. As I’ve told you before, and I will tell you again and again if I need to, he’s my past and that’s where I want him to stay. You are my present, here, right now.”
Ianto stares speechless. Jack perfected the art of deception in that life he abandoned and still has many secrets he will not share but Ianto wants to believe him, wants to believe that Jack has left the conman in him behind. Ianto wants to trust that his words are the truth if only for today. John is gone. Jack had sent him away and that evidence is enough. He looks into Jack’s eyes and sees the truth he wants in the eyes that bore back into him. What an idiot he’d been. What a blasted idiot. He’d let Captain John get to him again. He truly detests that man and hopes he never lays eyes on him again.
“So he’s gone for good this time?” Ianto asks.
“I hope so,” Jack says. “With him, you never know… but I hope so.”
“And the handcuffs?”
Jack smirks and pulls the toy out of his back pocket.
“I used the other ones. I figured we could put these to better use than sending them off who knows where. What’s say we do that right now?”
Ianto grabs the cuffs from Jack’s hand and grins.
“My turn,” he says. “I think you’ve been a very bad boy today Captain Harkness and you deserve to be punished. “
He snaps one cuff around Jack’s wrist and attaches the other to the handle of a locked file drawer before Jack can protest.
“And it’s my turn to tell you exactly what I’m going to do. Every little detail.”
Ianto moves his face to Jack’s and inhales deeply feeling the rush as the scent of him fills his senses. He moves his lips slowly towards Jack’s and seeing Jack’s mouth opening in anticipation stops.
“I’m going to suck on that bottom lip just as if it were one of your balls, rolling it slowly around in my mouth,” Ianto begins, “and when I’m finished you’re going to be so hard.”
Ianto fulfills his promise first running his tongue around Jack’s mouth before sucking his lip into his mouth. He moves his hands to Jack’s trousers and with no finesse, tears the zipper down and grabs Jack’s already hardened cock. He rakes his teeth over the swollen lip and nips just hard enough to draw a drop of blood which he licks off before pressing his open mouth over Jack’s. His hand strokes Jack’s hardness in smooth steady motions forgetting completely about the promise to explain his moves. No, he decides. He’d rather show Jack than describe. Jack’s tongue presses deeply into Ianto’s mouth and explores in ways he had never done before. Ianto fights the intrusion wanting to dominate Jack, wanting to bring Jack to the edge of reason, to have the power for once. Ianto pulls his mouth and hand away and Jack vainly tries to move towards Ianto.
“Oh no. I’m going to make you come Jack. But I’m going to make you beg for it.”
Jack moves his free hand to his cock and strokes himself, smirking at Ianto.
“Are you sure about that now? Are you sure you don’t want to beg me?”
Ianto walks over to the old desk in the corner of the room, opens the drawer and pulls out another pair of handcuffs, hiding them behind his back. He returns to where Jack is standing and covering Jack’s busy hand with his own, sinks to his knees and runs his tongue around the base of Jack’s erection. Jack moans, his eyes closing. Ianto runs his tongue up the shaft and eases Jack’s hand away with his own. He slips the cuff around Jack’s wrist and before Jack realizes what Ianto is doing, Ianto has attached the other arm firmly to another locked drawer. Ianto stands back to admire his handiwork, Jack Harkness spread eagle in front of him, trousers pooled around his ankles, cock standing at attention.
“Now that is how I like to see you, Sir, at my mercy.”
“Where did you get these,” Jack asks, straining at the new cuff.
“We all have our secrets. Now about that begging.”
Jack squirms but acquiesces, pleading with Ianto to touch him, to lick him. Ianto demands more, demands that Jack tell him what a naughty boy he has been. Jack agrees with Ianto. He has been naughty but asks if that isn’t just how Ianto likes him to be. Ianto laughs and moving over to his captive, runs his hand up under the shirt covering the smooth skin of Jack’s firm chest. His cock twitches against Ianto and Ianto grabs Jack’s bare ass giving it a painful squeeze and then a smack. Jack groans and rubs himself against Ianto.
“You are a little whore tonight, aren’t you Jack?” Ianto demands, with words that although alien to his tongue, feel so right to his ears. “A dirty boy just begging to be fucked.”
Jack tries to rub harder against Ianto. Ianto lowers his mouth to Jack’s throbbing erection and licks it in short teasing flicks. He cups Jack’s balls and sinks his mouth over Jack’s heat, taking it deep in his throat. He feelshis own fire flaming and while pumping over Jack, unzips his trousers, releasing his own cock. Jack’s rhythm quickens but before he can release himself into Ianto’s mouth, Ianto pulls away. He wants to hear Jack scream in pleasure and this is too soon. Jack lets out a whimper as Ianto stands.
“Very nice. I like to hear that,” Ianto purrs. He pulls the tiny keys out of his jacket pocket and holds them up to Jack’s face. “I want you on all fours.”
Jack’s breathing is heavy as Ianto unlocks the cuffs and he rubs his reddened wrists. Ianto removes his jacket and when he turns back Jack grabs him.
“My turn.” The feral look in Jack’s eyes makes Ianto gasp. He suspects he has created a monster when Jack grabs him and pushes his body to the stacks. As Jack rubs his hands over Ianto’s silk covered chest, the memories of the earlier conversation return, the minute details of what Jack promised. When Jack covers Ianto’s mouth and plunges his tongue inside once again, Ianto is lost. He is drowning in the heat of Jack, in the man’s scent and feel. Ianto has lost the desire to be in control. All he wants now is to let go, feel their needs merge into each other. Jack kicks off his trousers and tears Ianto’s down. He carefully undoes the buttons on the silk shirt and licks a trail from the base of Ianto’s neck to his navel, pausing there to circle it gently before descending on Ianto’s throbbing heat. His tongue and his lips apply pressure so deftly, so perfectly timed with Ianto’s thrusts. When Ianto feels his release quickly approach, he whispers Jack’s name and begs him to suck harder. The thought that the tables had turned flickers through his mind before he is lost in the agonizing pleasure of pumping his seed into Jack’s throat. His knees buckle, thighs shaking.
When he returns to the room, he sees Jack licking the evidence of him from his lips. Jack smiles and rolls Ianto onto his stomach. Ianto wonders at the soft material under him but gasps when he feels Jack’s hands spreading his cheeks and a wet tongue lapping his ass. He groans at wonderful sensation.
“Like I said, my turn. Where is the…”
“Lube? Inside jacket pocket.”
“That’s what I like about you. You always come prepared.” Ianto chuckles but still in recovery mode, remains where he is. He hadn’t taken two breaths before he feels Jack’s finger gently prod at his hole, easing slowly inside. Jack’s second finger joins the first and pushes in further. Ianto’s cock springs to life and he pushes back against Jack’s hand.
“And here I thought I’d need the resurrection glove, bring that lovely cock back to life,” Jack chuckles and moves his hand around to grasp Ianto.
“I dare say I wouldn’t suggest you use the glove. Look what happened to Owen. No blood flow, remember?”
“Good point. Now I’m going to open those sweet cheeks of yours and plunge inside. You ready?” Jack pants.
“Willing and able,” Ianto answers moving his ass into position. The head of Jack’s cock presses slowly into Ianto until it meets the first point of resistance.
“You sure,” Jack teases.
“For god sakes Jack, do it.”
“Oh, very demanding tonight young man. I like this side of you but remember who is in charge,” he growls before sheathing himself into Ianto. He pounds mercilessly as if the world is going to end, Ianto thinks barely able to take the pressure. He feels like he’s being torn apart but meets Jack thrust for thrust until he feels Jack release into him. Ianto fists himself needing to feel that same release again and when Jack’s hand joins his, finally finds it.
“Now who’s the dirty boy?” Jack whispers into Ianto’s ear, his body a leaden weight covering the younger man.
“I’d say it’s a tie, Sir”
“A tie? Well, we’ll have to play again then. Somebody’s got to come out on top.”
“I think you just did, Jack,” Ianto laughs, “as you usually do.”
Author: dragonlit
Recipient: pastel_dreamer
Rating: NC17
Characters: Jack/Ianto, Captain John, Tosh
Disclaimer: Although I wish they were mine, in more ways than one, I have no rights to these characters who have been created and are owned by RTD and BBC.
Summary: Jack entertains Ianto as he is working. An unwelcome visitor makes an appearance and disrupts the day.
Word Count: 4428
Beta: As always, my lovely beta did her magic. Thanks to her and the very quick turn-around time she had.
Author’s note: Don’t really know if I’ve met the requirements of the request as it got a little twisted. Mostly smut with a little bit of plot thrown in. And apologies for Ianto’s aggressiveness. He was in that kind of mood but he acquiesced to your request that ultimately, Jack ends up on top. :)
Ianto feels a brush of air on the back of his neck, his only clue that someone has entered the Archives. His ears hear nothing but the air fills with the unmistakable tingling of what he knows are pheromones, scentless but nonetheless acknowledged by the receptors in his nose. He wonders what pretence Jack will have for disturbing his concentration this time. He plays along, muscles tensed in anticipation of whatever the Torchwood leader has in mind.
The air pressure increases against his back, his senses keen and practiced now at noticing those subtle changes. As Jack approaches, Ianto keeps at his filing, maintaining the semblance of concentration in spite of the distraction. When Jack is less than a step from him, Ianto swivels.
“Can I help you Sir?”
“Oh, you are good. When did you know I was in the room?” Jack asks; the corner of his mouth turned up in that unmistakable smirk. Ianto, pleased that he has caught Jack off guard, decides to play along with the game.
“I don’t understand. I presume there is something you need if you came down to the bowels of the Hub. A file perhaps?”
“Perhaps, or perhaps I just wanted to see how keen your perception has gotten,” Jack answers. “Let’s test that a little more.”
Jack moves a step closer and smiles.
“What do you think I need?” he growls.
Ianto knows exactly what Jack needs or at least desires and as much as Ianto wants to drop to his knees and fulfill those needs, he chooses to play the game they both love so well.
“I could surmise various scenarios, Sir, but I believe it would be more prudent and efficient if you just came out and told me what your intentions are.”
“My intentions? Oh my intentions are to slowly remove each piece of that neatly pressed suit, and then press you against the stack behind you.”
Jack doesn’t move any closer, nor blink an eye, and Ianto meets him look for look.
“I do believe that would seriously disrupt my work at the moment. I have a very large backlog of files to deal with. If you wish to watch me work, that would be acceptable.”
“I tell you what Ianto. You go ahead with your filing and I’ll watch you and explain exactly what I plan to do after you finish. That might help motivate you. What do you think?”
“You’re in charge, Sir. Whatever you think would be most efficient.”
Ianto, in spite of his outward stoicism, can scarcely hide the arousal that Jack is causing, teasing him with hidden promises. Ianto loves listening to the dulcet tones of his Captain and this will not be the first time Jack will describe in minute detail what his wonderfully twisted mind is planning. Ianto shivers in anticipation but turns to resume his work, knowing the heat is rising in both of them.
“Let’s get started then,” Jack says moving closer until Ianto swears he can hear Jack’s heartbeat.
“First, from behind, I run my thumbs across those tight muscles in your neck, rubbing and kneading, loosening them before I slowly pull your jacket down your arms, tracing my fingers down the tender skin on the inside of your arms, arms still covered by your silk shirt. I did notice that, the silk shirt. It feels so sensuous against your skin. Does it caress your chest like my hands do, brushing over it lightly throughout the day, reminding you of my fingers or perhaps my tongue? Mmmm… My tongue. Yes, my tongue moves in to your neck, following the reddened lines caused by my thumbs , softly, tenderly tasting your salty skin.”
When he feels Jack’s breathe against him, blowing softly like an echo of the tongue he has promised, the tiny hairs on the back of his neck stand up and his body shudders. Ianto, hands shaking, places the file-folder into the box, hoping that it is indeed in the right place.
“I move my hands down your arms pressing the silk into your skin. You can feel the silk can’t you? I unfasten the buttons at the cuffs of your shirt and then run my fingers lightly over your hands. My fingers trace circles in both palms, and you can feel the tingling running up your arms. I bring one of your hands to my mouth and kiss your open palm and each finger tip before I suck the last finger into my mouth. I slowly draw it in, kneading it with my tongue, adding pressure, harder and harder. You think about how good that would feel if I was doing it lower, down where your cock is throbbing in anticipation. Your eyes roll back and you whisper my name begging me for more. You are so good at begging, Ianto. Ianto.”
Jack caresses his name, moans it into his ear, makes it sound dirty, erotic and sensual. Ianto wants to turn and engulf Jack’s mouth, consume the words that he offers as nourishment for his starved , needy body.
“Jack,” he groans.
“Shhhh. No words from you. Back to work for both of us.”
Ianto takes a deep breath and composes himself, ready.
“My tongue returns to your spine. My warm hands then move to your hips, one on either side and grabbing firmly, I press my hardened cock against you. Do you feel how hard I am Ianto? Can you feel it press against you?”
Jack briefly brushes himself against Ianto, eliciting a soft moan from him. Ianto grins into the file cabinet, knowing that Jack is arousing himself as much, if not more than Ianto is being aroused. He chooses not to answer knowing that will drive Jack on.
“I move my hand around to find your belt which I quickly unfasten. I know you want to feel my hand rub against you but first I pull your zipper down, having to tug it over your hardness. I can feel it twitching, wanting to escape.”
Ianto is certain he has misfiled another folder but doesn’t care. He can fix it tomorrow.
“Next, I slowly pull your shirt out and it runs up that hard cock of yours, because of course, you have intentionally not worn underwear, wanting to be prepared for what you desire so badly. Yes, that silk shirt tickles you and you don’t care that the moisture seeping from the head is staining the material, it feel so good. Mmmmm…”
Jack’s moan almost undoes Ianto and he drops the folder on the floor. Bending over is not the most comfortable action given how hard he has become but he tries to act very nonchalant as he leans down to fetch it.
“Nice view, Eye Candy,” comes an unwelcome voice from behind them. Ianto scoops the folder off the floor and holding it in front of him to hide any evidence he turns, ready to pounce on this intruder. He looks over Jack’s shoulder towards the voice but Jack places his hand on Ianto’s shoulder and whispers.
“Don’t,” Jack says quietly, menacingly. As Ianto looks into Jack’s eyes, he sees fury; fury he hopes is not directed at him.
“And nice soliloquy Jack. You always could captivate an audience with that voice of yours, warm up a room. I see things haven’t changed. Mind if I join in the fun? You always said the more the merrier.” The ever cocksure voice makes Ianto’s muscles bunch.
“Please Jack, just one swing. Give me one good swing.”
Jack squeezes his shoulder and softening eyes give Ianto his answer. He wants to ignore their plea and push the man aside, the promise of pleasure so rudely interrupted by the slimy conman. Taking a swing at John would fulfill a need he has had since first meeting Jack’s old lover.
Still facing Ianto, Jack asks, “How did you get in here?”
“Oh, come on Jack. You know how easy it is to return to a place you’ve been. Besides, I can always find you. You’ll never be able to totally evade me.”
“We have extensive security so I’ll ask you again, how did you get in here?”
“Well, if you must know, I stole a little artfact from the Menolian system that has an uncanny ability to bypass all kinds of security systems. I put it here the last time I visited. Taps into your computer system without anyone including your brilliant Toshiko finding any trace of it. Brought me back without setting off any alarms. Happy now?”
Ianto sees the smarmy man smirk at him, a smirk that spoke volumes of the man’s arrogance.
“I do like to make you happy Jack,” John says eyes shooting daggers at Ianto.
Jack slowly turns to face John, his arm wrapped firmly around Ianto’s shoulder making it clear that Ianto is to stay right beside him.
“What do you want this time?”
“What makes you think I want anything more than just to see you? Well, you and the pretty Mr Jones. Come on Jack. Can’t an old friend drop by for tea? Tea and sweets, maybe?” he says now leering at Ianto.
Jack looks in the same direction as John’s eyes and smiles.
“Yes, he is pretty sweet, isn’t he” A statement rather than a question. Jack presses his lips to Ianto’s and turns back to face John. “You have those cuffs, Ianto?”
Ianto wonders what Jack is thinking. The cuffs that Jack is talking about are tucked neatly into the top left drawer of Jack’s desk and he doesn’t understand what good fur lined cuffs will be in ridding them of John. Unless, perhaps Jack is contemplating having John actually join in the ‘game’.
“I don’t see…”
“Why don’t you go get them and I’ll warm John up to the idea.”
“There’s a good boy, Eye Candy. I promise you it’ll be worth it,” John chuckles.
Ianto looks from John to Jack not believing that he is expected to agree to this. When Jack winks at him, he realizes that Jack has other intentions.
“Very good,” Ianto answers curtly. “Don’t start without me.”
He forces a smile in John’s direction as he turns on his heels and rushes to fetch the toys. As he passes Tosh, intently immersed in her current project, he stops short and turns.
“Tosh. I need you to check the security protocols. Is there a possibility that anything could bypass them?”
When Tosh shakes her head, Ianto quickly explains what has happened in the Archives and what Captain John has claimed. The details of Jack’s monologue are omitted as are the details of the handcuffs Jack has sent him to retrieve. When Tosh turns to the computer to hunt for the potential security breach, Ianto sets off to Jack’s office. He pulls the cuffs out of their hiding place. He can’t contain the smile that the memory of the game of ‘Crime and Punishment’ evokes and thinks that perhaps he will be the one to do the arresting and discipline the next time they are put to use. On his way back to the Archives, he goes to the storage cabinet and also grabs a set of electronic ones. Ianto likes to be prepared.
When he enters the Archives, he stops short, seeing crushing lips, his lover in a heated embrace with the man he sees as his nemesis. Ianto feels the blood rush to his head and not the head he’d prefer to have it rush to. Now he’s determined that he is going to land a blow on that smirking face although at this point he’s not sure which smirking face he wants to hit. The betrayal stings. He’ll be damned if he’s going to be drawn into Jack’s twisted game and wonders how he could have been so mistaken at Jack’s intention. But he is Ianto and he will remain in control of himself.
“Excuse me Sirs. I can see I’m interrupting and that contrary to my request, you have started without me. I’ll just put these here and leave you two to it.”
Ianto nods to the men who seem to be oblivious to his presence and turns, desperate to get away. A glance over his shoulder is all it takes to confirm his fear that John has won. He takes the steps two at a time and pauses to compose himself before entering the main office. He won’t allow this to defeat him. He’s been through worse pain before and survived. Besides, he tells himself, it was just shagging. He will make it through this.
“Any luck at finding a breach?” He asks Toshiko.
“I think I may have found something but I’m not certain. Would you monitor the other screen and tell me if you see any anomalies?”
Ianto nods welcoming any opportunity for distraction from his anger. Tosh explains what she is looking for and Ianto sets himself to the task. When Jack appears an hour later, hair dishevelled, Ianto quickly looks away, silently fuming at the man.
“Any luck?” Jack asks.
“Probably not as much luck as you have had,” Ianto says under his breath.
“Sorry?” Jack says and Ianto catches the look of surprise on his face. Ianto bites his tongue at the venomous comment that threatens to poison his lips.
“I think I’ve found it,” Tosh answers.
“So he was telling the truth. Can you disable it?” Jack asks.
Ianto realizes that Jack had expected his team to find a solution while he was having his fun. Ianto’s anger mounts at the presumptuousness of this man and at himself for having made an equal presumption that such a man could act against what was clearly his character. Jack Harkness is a rogue caring for nothing but his own satisfaction at the expense of everyone else. Again, he reminds himself that it was after all, just a shag. But hell, what a shag it was! The things that man could do! Now was not the time for those thoughts. He had to forget and hold onto his anger to get through this.
“I can do better than that. I can send him back to his point of origin,” Tosh says satisfaction in her voice.
“Good. Do it. He’s unconscious and in cell three. Then disable it. I’ll be in my office.”
“No problem.”
Ianto refuses to meet Jack’s eyes, sighs and stands. Putting on his best butler persona, he clears the desk of stale coffee cups and washes up. The coffee machine begs his attention and when he realizes that any more polishing will rub the chrome from its surface, he stands back to survey the room. When he is satisfied that all is in order, he contemplates going home but instead chooses to return to the Archives and clear away a few more files. At the very least, he thinks, he will ensure that he hadn’t misfiled anything.
“Night Ianto,” Tosh says as he passes her. He has been too distracted at fussing to notice that she was still here and takes a deep breath before turning towards her. He catches site of Jack standing at the door of his office, arms crossed, looking down on him but Ianto still refuses to meet his stare.
“Good night Tosh, and thanks for all your help.” He smiles, clicks his heels and marches to the Archives. He pauses at the door and inhales the scent still lingering there. He composes himself and walks in. He finds the file drawer still open and flips through it somewhat surprised to find it all in order.
When a hand slips around his waist, he jumps. How had he missed the intruder this time?
“Now, where were we,” Jacks voice caresses his ear.
Ianto’s back stiffens and he pulls away from the embrace he had so wanted earlier.
“Obviously, we were nowhere Sir,” he bites.
“Ianto. What’s wrong?”
Ianto turns to face Jack and refusing to let his hurt show anymore, smiles woodenly.
“Nothing. I think you got what you required from John today and don’t need my services this evening.”
Jack laughs.
“Why, Ianto Jones. I do believe you are jealous.” Jack moves closer to him and gently cups Ianto’s chin. “You have absolutely nothing to be jealous of. I kissed him. That was all.”
“Excuse me, Sir, but that didn’t look like a casual kiss.” Ianto is not ready to be taken in that easily by Jack’s words but with his face that close and his gentle touch, Ianto wants to believe.
“I had to make the con convincing. By the time I finished with him, believe me, he was convinced.”
“And areyou pulling the same con on me, Jack? Is that what you do?” Ianto isn’t sorry he has asked the question that has nagged at him since catching the two in their embrace but he sees the hurt in Jack’s eyes.
“No. Never. I kissed him and cuffed him and gave him that punch that you wanted to. You can’t seriously think for a moment that I actually wanted him when I have you. As I’ve told you before, and I will tell you again and again if I need to, he’s my past and that’s where I want him to stay. You are my present, here, right now.”
Ianto stares speechless. Jack perfected the art of deception in that life he abandoned and still has many secrets he will not share but Ianto wants to believe him, wants to believe that Jack has left the conman in him behind. Ianto wants to trust that his words are the truth if only for today. John is gone. Jack had sent him away and that evidence is enough. He looks into Jack’s eyes and sees the truth he wants in the eyes that bore back into him. What an idiot he’d been. What a blasted idiot. He’d let Captain John get to him again. He truly detests that man and hopes he never lays eyes on him again.
“So he’s gone for good this time?” Ianto asks.
“I hope so,” Jack says. “With him, you never know… but I hope so.”
“And the handcuffs?”
Jack smirks and pulls the toy out of his back pocket.
“I used the other ones. I figured we could put these to better use than sending them off who knows where. What’s say we do that right now?”
Ianto grabs the cuffs from Jack’s hand and grins.
“My turn,” he says. “I think you’ve been a very bad boy today Captain Harkness and you deserve to be punished. “
He snaps one cuff around Jack’s wrist and attaches the other to the handle of a locked file drawer before Jack can protest.
“And it’s my turn to tell you exactly what I’m going to do. Every little detail.”
Ianto moves his face to Jack’s and inhales deeply feeling the rush as the scent of him fills his senses. He moves his lips slowly towards Jack’s and seeing Jack’s mouth opening in anticipation stops.
“I’m going to suck on that bottom lip just as if it were one of your balls, rolling it slowly around in my mouth,” Ianto begins, “and when I’m finished you’re going to be so hard.”
Ianto fulfills his promise first running his tongue around Jack’s mouth before sucking his lip into his mouth. He moves his hands to Jack’s trousers and with no finesse, tears the zipper down and grabs Jack’s already hardened cock. He rakes his teeth over the swollen lip and nips just hard enough to draw a drop of blood which he licks off before pressing his open mouth over Jack’s. His hand strokes Jack’s hardness in smooth steady motions forgetting completely about the promise to explain his moves. No, he decides. He’d rather show Jack than describe. Jack’s tongue presses deeply into Ianto’s mouth and explores in ways he had never done before. Ianto fights the intrusion wanting to dominate Jack, wanting to bring Jack to the edge of reason, to have the power for once. Ianto pulls his mouth and hand away and Jack vainly tries to move towards Ianto.
“Oh no. I’m going to make you come Jack. But I’m going to make you beg for it.”
Jack moves his free hand to his cock and strokes himself, smirking at Ianto.
“Are you sure about that now? Are you sure you don’t want to beg me?”
Ianto walks over to the old desk in the corner of the room, opens the drawer and pulls out another pair of handcuffs, hiding them behind his back. He returns to where Jack is standing and covering Jack’s busy hand with his own, sinks to his knees and runs his tongue around the base of Jack’s erection. Jack moans, his eyes closing. Ianto runs his tongue up the shaft and eases Jack’s hand away with his own. He slips the cuff around Jack’s wrist and before Jack realizes what Ianto is doing, Ianto has attached the other arm firmly to another locked drawer. Ianto stands back to admire his handiwork, Jack Harkness spread eagle in front of him, trousers pooled around his ankles, cock standing at attention.
“Now that is how I like to see you, Sir, at my mercy.”
“Where did you get these,” Jack asks, straining at the new cuff.
“We all have our secrets. Now about that begging.”
Jack squirms but acquiesces, pleading with Ianto to touch him, to lick him. Ianto demands more, demands that Jack tell him what a naughty boy he has been. Jack agrees with Ianto. He has been naughty but asks if that isn’t just how Ianto likes him to be. Ianto laughs and moving over to his captive, runs his hand up under the shirt covering the smooth skin of Jack’s firm chest. His cock twitches against Ianto and Ianto grabs Jack’s bare ass giving it a painful squeeze and then a smack. Jack groans and rubs himself against Ianto.
“You are a little whore tonight, aren’t you Jack?” Ianto demands, with words that although alien to his tongue, feel so right to his ears. “A dirty boy just begging to be fucked.”
Jack tries to rub harder against Ianto. Ianto lowers his mouth to Jack’s throbbing erection and licks it in short teasing flicks. He cups Jack’s balls and sinks his mouth over Jack’s heat, taking it deep in his throat. He feelshis own fire flaming and while pumping over Jack, unzips his trousers, releasing his own cock. Jack’s rhythm quickens but before he can release himself into Ianto’s mouth, Ianto pulls away. He wants to hear Jack scream in pleasure and this is too soon. Jack lets out a whimper as Ianto stands.
“Very nice. I like to hear that,” Ianto purrs. He pulls the tiny keys out of his jacket pocket and holds them up to Jack’s face. “I want you on all fours.”
Jack’s breathing is heavy as Ianto unlocks the cuffs and he rubs his reddened wrists. Ianto removes his jacket and when he turns back Jack grabs him.
“My turn.” The feral look in Jack’s eyes makes Ianto gasp. He suspects he has created a monster when Jack grabs him and pushes his body to the stacks. As Jack rubs his hands over Ianto’s silk covered chest, the memories of the earlier conversation return, the minute details of what Jack promised. When Jack covers Ianto’s mouth and plunges his tongue inside once again, Ianto is lost. He is drowning in the heat of Jack, in the man’s scent and feel. Ianto has lost the desire to be in control. All he wants now is to let go, feel their needs merge into each other. Jack kicks off his trousers and tears Ianto’s down. He carefully undoes the buttons on the silk shirt and licks a trail from the base of Ianto’s neck to his navel, pausing there to circle it gently before descending on Ianto’s throbbing heat. His tongue and his lips apply pressure so deftly, so perfectly timed with Ianto’s thrusts. When Ianto feels his release quickly approach, he whispers Jack’s name and begs him to suck harder. The thought that the tables had turned flickers through his mind before he is lost in the agonizing pleasure of pumping his seed into Jack’s throat. His knees buckle, thighs shaking.
When he returns to the room, he sees Jack licking the evidence of him from his lips. Jack smiles and rolls Ianto onto his stomach. Ianto wonders at the soft material under him but gasps when he feels Jack’s hands spreading his cheeks and a wet tongue lapping his ass. He groans at wonderful sensation.
“Like I said, my turn. Where is the…”
“Lube? Inside jacket pocket.”
“That’s what I like about you. You always come prepared.” Ianto chuckles but still in recovery mode, remains where he is. He hadn’t taken two breaths before he feels Jack’s finger gently prod at his hole, easing slowly inside. Jack’s second finger joins the first and pushes in further. Ianto’s cock springs to life and he pushes back against Jack’s hand.
“And here I thought I’d need the resurrection glove, bring that lovely cock back to life,” Jack chuckles and moves his hand around to grasp Ianto.
“I dare say I wouldn’t suggest you use the glove. Look what happened to Owen. No blood flow, remember?”
“Good point. Now I’m going to open those sweet cheeks of yours and plunge inside. You ready?” Jack pants.
“Willing and able,” Ianto answers moving his ass into position. The head of Jack’s cock presses slowly into Ianto until it meets the first point of resistance.
“You sure,” Jack teases.
“For god sakes Jack, do it.”
“Oh, very demanding tonight young man. I like this side of you but remember who is in charge,” he growls before sheathing himself into Ianto. He pounds mercilessly as if the world is going to end, Ianto thinks barely able to take the pressure. He feels like he’s being torn apart but meets Jack thrust for thrust until he feels Jack release into him. Ianto fists himself needing to feel that same release again and when Jack’s hand joins his, finally finds it.
“Now who’s the dirty boy?” Jack whispers into Ianto’s ear, his body a leaden weight covering the younger man.
“I’d say it’s a tie, Sir”
“A tie? Well, we’ll have to play again then. Somebody’s got to come out on top.”
“I think you just did, Jack,” Ianto laughs, “as you usually do.”