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Title: I am the mood you're in tonight
Word count: 1,800
Rating: NC-17
Characters/pairings: Jack, Ianto, OFC.
Spoilers: None whatsoever.
Disclaimer: Not mine, no profit.
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Summary: Being unable to say no to Jack has its consequences.
Warnings: Under the cut
Word count: 1,800
Rating: NC-17
Characters/pairings: Jack, Ianto, OFC.
Spoilers: None whatsoever.
Disclaimer: Not mine, no profit.
Thanks to my wonderful beta
andreth47 Summary: Being unable to say no to Jack has its consequences.
Warnings: Under the cut
| The warnings kind of spoil the story, in my opinion. Highlight only if you find it absolutely necessary: Kink, BDSM, Voyeurism. He hangs the towel neatly in its place and pads naked into the dimly lit bedroom, stopping at the foot of the bed. The clothes he’d picked up before the shower are laid out on it carefully. It took some time to decide, because, really, what does one wear to such as occasion? It occurs to him that he’s been standing there, staring at nothing for several long minutes, and he mentally shakes himself and reaches for the black briefs. The dark purple shirt follows, appearing nearly black in the soft lighting. He buttons it down with precise, deliberate movements. Then the trousers, black, as is the leather belt. He turns to the full-size mirror as he buttons the shirt cuffs, and somehow manages to look without actually seeing anything. He runs a hand through his hair, still wet and spiky, and takes a deep breath. Lets it out slowly. He picks up his wristwatch from the bedside table, but hesitates as he wraps it around his wrist. Reconsidering, he takes it off again and returns it to the table. He won’t need to keep time, tonight. No tie or jacket, either. Just his long, wool coat, that manages to give him some illusion of comfort even on a spring night like this one. He locks the door behind him and takes the stairs down. The night air is crisp and sweet-smelling, and the SUV is already parked in front of his building. Jack grins as he sees him, and comes out to greet him. “You look good enough to eat,” he says appreciatively. “I almost want to take you back inside and have my way with you, and forget this whole thing.” Ianto arches an eyebrow. “Almost?” If anything, Jack’s grin turns even wider. “Almost.” He kisses Ianto lightly, brushing his cheek with his thumb before pulling back. Ianto meets his eyes steadily and tries to smile. “Let’s go,” he says, and feels very proud at how steady his voice sounds. *** They don’t talk throughout the drive. The radio blares meaningless noise, and Ianto has to overcome his initial reflex to reach over and switch it off, because the alternative seems that much worse. When they finally reach their destination and Jack switches off the engine, he suddenly finds it a little difficult to breathe. Jack turns in his seat, looking over him speculatively. “It’s not too late to change your mind, you know,” he says kindly. Ianto’s mouth twitches. “No. I’m alright. I’m ready.” The words come out in a rush. Jack raises an eyebrow. “Sure?” Ianto plasters on a smile. “You said it’ll be fun.” He unfastens his seatbelt. “Come on.” He’s out of the car before Jack has a chance to say anything else. *** For someone who likes being in control as much as Ianto does, giving it up completely proves to be a difficult task. Once he does, however, he’s shocked to discover that all his pent up anxiety does nothing to suppress his total exhilaration. “Such a good boy,” Bella’s voice, so sweet and breathy in his ear. He can feel her fingernails on the back of his neck before she pulls back. Then the whip comes down hard, three times in succession. He gasps at the first lash, his hands tightening around the wooden legs of the bench he’s tied down to, but doesn’t make another sound. He can tell she’s not breaking the skin, but it still hurts like hell. He imagines the welts, vivid pink, crisscrossing over his back, his ass, the back of his thighs. The initial sting melts into tingling heat, and his cock throbs, painfully hard. And isn’t that a laugh? Because an hour ago he would have sworn that there’s no way, no way in hell he’d ever get off on something like this. On pain. The whip comes down again, once, twice, five times, and he cries out raggedly, feeling his chest contract, then expand, pressing down against the soft leather of the bench. A rush of lightheadedness, then heat, spreading everywhere. There’s a rustle of movement, and she’s kneeling beside him again, her lips brushing his ear. “Don’t hold back… I like it when you scream for me,” she says, trailing cool fingers down the sensitive skin of his back. He shivers, then spreads his legs a little bit, knees scraping the floor, hoping she’ll reach down and touch his aching cock. “He likes it too,” she adds, and Ianto twists his head to the side, resting his cheek against soft leather. He looks towards the dark glass window. Despite the shading, he can make out Jack standing behind it, close enough to the glass that he’s almost touching it. He’s looking into the room, at Ianto, with eyes that are heavy lidded with arousal, lips slightly parted, and his unwavering gaze sends pulses of heat and desire throughout Ianto’s entire body. Dimly, he registers Jack’s partial state of undress; his coat and shirt are gone, leaving just a plain white undershirt. Bella’s cools fingers trail down the curve of his ass. She takes hold of the protruding end of the plug embedded deep inside him, and twists it. Ianto moans loudly, closing his eyes and pushing back. “Please,” he begs. “Please what, baby? Do you want to come?” She twists the plug again, pulling on it, then pushing gently. Ianto whimpers, breathes out a “Yeah”. “Ah… but you have to earn it. Have to be good. Will you be good for me?” she sing-songs. He nods, frantically. “Yes. Please. Anything.” She laughs breathily and stands up, and Ianto’s eyes follow her as she walks to the front of the room, high heels tapping on the hardwood floor. She stops before a large wooden table, picks something up and turns around again. Ianto’s eyes widen, his breath hitching, as he sees the long, black silicone cock. It looks enormous, grotesque, even, in Bella’s small, delicate hand. “Oh, God,” he whispers, then closes his eyes in denial. His heart is racing, and he flexes his hands, actually reassured by the snag of the wide, leather handcuffs. The first touch of her hand to the small of his back makes him jump, but she leaves it there, rubbing in small circles. “Shhh… just relax, I’ll take good care of you…” He leans into it, comforted by the touch despite the occasional twinge of pain whenever she brushes over a particularly sensitive, raw patch of skin. She pulls the plug out slowly, and he barely has time to take a breath before the large dildo is pressed into him. It feels huge, burning and stretching as it breaches him, and he hisses and clamps down. Almost immediately, her hand is in his hair, yanking his head back painfully and making tears spring into his eyes. “Don’t fight me, boy,” she hisses in his ear. He swallows and closes his eyes, then forces his muscles to relax, stop clenching. “That’s it… that’s better,” she says softly as she pushes the thing the rest of the way in. She releases his hair and he finds that he can only slump forward limply, gasping in short, rapid breaths. The pressure inside him feels impossible, and it shouldn’t, just shouldn’t feel good, but then she pulls it out just a fraction, and back in, and he thinks it’s going to make him come even without any contact to his cock. She does it again and he moans, pushing back involuntarily. He turns his head again, looking at Jack, who now seems to be using the viewing window for support. There’s a patch of slightly fogged up glass from where he’s panting against it, and his right hand is somewhere below the window pane, invisible, but Ianto can see the muscles in his upper arm flexing and releasing rhythmically. Jack’s eyes roam over him, wide and staring. Ianto cries out loudly at another deep thrust, and the words that start pouring out of him are nearly unintelligible. “pleasepleasepleaseohGod... fuck, please…” Bella’s free hand reaches down, and finally, finally, her fist closes around his stiff cock, and it feels so fucking good he can’t even make a sound. His mouth opens in a silent scream, his eyes clamp shut, and he come, and comes, and comes. It lasts forever, it seems, bright light exploding behind his eyelids, drowning out sound, thought and everything else. It’s a long time before he comes back to himself, and for a while there’s only the sound of his slowing breaths, strangely loud in the room. The pressure in his ass is gone, and he feels his hands being uncuffed. There’s a murmur to his left. “I’ll take it from here, Bella.” Jack’s voice. Strong hands pull him slowly upright until he’s sitting back on his haunches, one hand remaining around the back of his neck for support as Jack’s face swims into focus. “Hey gorgeous, still in there?” he asks, grinning. “I…” Ianto starts but stops as a full-body shake goes through him. It happens again, forcing what sounds like a slightly hysterical giggle from his throat, and he realizes that he’s laughing. Laughing and laughing and he can’t stop, and tears are running down his face. Jack puts his arms around him and pulls him into a hug, stroking his hair in slow, soothing movements. It takes a few more minutes but finally the shaking stops and manages to take a deep breath. Jack keeps one arm around him and reach for something with the other. As Ianto pulls back a soft terry-cloth robe is wrapped around his shoulders. He looks down at it, then lifts his arms just enough to slip them into the sleeves. Jack ties it around his waist. “Feeling okay?” Jack asks quietly. Ianto nods, not looking at him. He uses the sleeve of the robe to wipe the wetness away from his face. “I want…” his voice sounds funny to his own ears and he stops. Jack cups his cheek gently. “What do you want, Ianto?” He tilts Ianto’s face up until he has no choice but to meet his eyes. Once he does, he’s utterly lost. Jack is looking down at him like he’s the most precious thing in the world, and it nearly takes his breath away. The words come into his mouth without thought or intent. “White chocolate raspberry truffle ice cream.” Jack’s eyes widen fractionally before he lets out a startled laugh. He leans in and takes Ianto’s lips in a slow, deep kiss. “You are one of a kind, you know that?” he says after pulling back. “I just can’t get enough of you.” Ianto just stares at him, a little dazed. Jack stands up and offers his hand. “Come on. Let’s go get some ice cream.” |
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Thank you for this story. It touched something that wanted awakening, and I greatly appreciated both the work and the effect. (Not to mention the affect.)
Catherine
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I love Ianto losing control.
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This was sexy and well thought out.
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Ianto is a strong man willing to explore these sexual sides with Jack
more like willing to subject himself to Jack's crazy ideas... :P
But I think he ended up having fun.
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if that doesn't make sense, it's your fault because my brain is fried
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Not at all, I take it as a compliment. Glad you liked!
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Once he does, however, he’s shocked to discover that all his pent up anxiety does nothing to suppress his total exhilaration.
Perrrrfect!
The image I take away from this fic is Jack, watching, with "the muscles in his upper arm flexing and releasing rhythmically". OH YEAH, bb! Love that.
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...I'll be in my bunk...
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Stalk away... ;)
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This is gorgeous. Downright *gorgeous*. I love Ianto's yes-no-yes reactions, very well-protrayed. I love Jack just watching, barely visible but so *there*, and afterwards, Ianto's gigglefit, that strange euphoria... and now I want ice cream. Just lovely!
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The day after the finales is THE day to lose yourself in fanfiction and forget all your troubles, and I'm really glad you're enjoying my stories!
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I may just have to friend you in case of future awesome. :-)
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...that said, I loved this. See what you've done?! XD