To Taste Your Beating Heart (Jack/Ianto, R)
Blood was running down his stomach. The scent of copper mixed with a hint of cinnamon lingered around my nostrils. I was close to his beating heart. The hunger became unbearable, temptation was my motivation, and nothing could stop me now. Insanity had released a beast haunting deep in my veins, causing it to scream for the blood of a lover.
“What’s going through your mind?” A voice whispered in the darkness.
“Blood, I need blood,” I purred and licked the side of his neck. He chuckled and rolled us over so that he was now on top.
“Good, what else can you see?”
Darkness, lack of self control, the painful hunger for blood, it was like a switch had flicked in my brain. A monster waiting in the darkness, looking for an opportunity to strike. The victim was taunting me, taking control of the situation. It was like the telepathy ring over again but this time I wasn’t going to let him win.
“I could take your heart,” I warned with a husky purr, “Just one bite and you’re mine.”
“Yes you could,” He agreed, “Though I can defend myself.”
I let out a scream as a hand started to stroke. I craved for the attention, the touch of my lover’s skin against mine. Without warning I lunged forward and bit my teeth into his chest. There was no scream or a reaction, just a whisper in the darkness.
“It’s ok, it seems to be passing.”
I was now confused and extremely hungry. What was passing and why didn’t my victim scream and beg for mercy. The voice kept talking.
“It’s been a very interesting evening,” there was a low chuckle; “you put on quite a show.”
“Why aren’t you dead?” I asked quite angry.
“It’s all in your mind Ianto,” Jack replied laughing, “you’ve been shall I say, playing with yourself.”
Fear came over me.
Now he knew my dirty little secret.