There was a long intake of breath followed by a deep sigh of annoyance.

Through much coercion, Ianto had now found himself on the losing side of another bet to Jack. It was an idle little game they played at first revolving around who was going to pay for dinner or do the driving. Jack had even lost a bet relating to cooking- however Ianto had magnanimously let him off on account of not wishing to die of botulism.

"Go-on," He'd thought to himself. "Like Jack knows anything about rugby union."

Three hours later Jack had successfully identified which one of the Cardiff Blues new signings was in fact a Terrelien with a changeling net- while Ianto had pursued a rather large Samoan player who was rather flattered by the attention to say the least.

Sitting in the SUV, parked on Westgate Street outside of the Millennium Stadium, with the phone number of a man built like a dozen brick shithouses tucked into his waistcoat, Ianto waited for Jack to emerge from Arm's Park, having explained that the Blues newest player did not have a valid visa and was being deported (Weirdly enough not so far from the truth). Finally, he strode out, immaculate smile, hair slightly windswept and coat heroically flapping in the breeze. He looked smug as hell, and if Ianto hadn't adored him he'd've punched him.

He opened the door, hopped into the passenger seat and turned to Ianto.

"Well..." He grinned reaching for his seatbelt, "That went well."

Ianto started the engine and drove off wordlessly.

"Wow. I get the silent treatment just because you lose-"

"You knew before we went in." He stopped the SUV at the traffic lights and flicked the indicator hard and upward as they reached St Mary's street.

Jack laughed, "Like I'd let you go after a 21 stone Samoan who was calling you sweet cheeks within two minutes."

The lights changed and Ianto turned the SUV towards the bay and put his foot down before Jack spoke again. "You got his number, right?"

He didn't reply, but kept staring straight forward. He flinched slightly as Jacks hand slapped onto his thigh.

"Oh I wouldn't worry," Jack said. "For the next ten nights you're all mine."


There had been some very specific instructions. At nine Ianto had gone home like everyone else, except that he had showered, got back into his clothes and then got a Taxi back to the hub.

He sat in the back of the cab while the driver wittered on about Cardiff bus drivers and the campaign to save the Vulcan, while Ianto kneaded his fingers and wondered what he was heading back for.

There had been a moment where he'd thought about backing out. Just texting Jack and saying he had a headache and they'd do this some other time. But Jack had been rather enthused all day. Not roaming around sickeningly happy, but every time he'd looked at Ianto he broke into a smile, secretive, lustful and just a touch enigmatic.

Ianto stepped out into the night air, paid the driver, crossed onto the Plas and stepped onto the invisible lift which then started its slow decent.

Jack was stood at the bottom of the water tower, waiting for him, arms crossed and grinning. He waited until the lift had stopped before he spoke.

"Good evening."

"Hi," Ianto gulped in a failed attempt to not sound nervous. He stepped off the lift and Jack took his hand.

"Ready?" He asked, a little more breathy than Ianto was used to. Was Jack nervous? Or was that just anticipation?

"Dunno," Ianto replied, "I've no idea what you've got planned."

He smiled again, then his hands slid around Ianto's waist, pulling him closer before slipping his hands to the back of neck. Jacks fingertips touched the back of his scalp, Ianto breathed him in, 51st century pheromones firing off making the air giddy and heavy. Ianto went to kiss him, but Jack pulled back a moment.

"Do you trust me?" He breathed. He had a hard on, Ianto could feel it pressing against him. He nodded in reply.

"Good." Jack said, running his hands through Ianto's hair. "Follow me."


He'd only entered this room a couple of times in his numerous months working for jack. It was a small room, the same whitewash walls and damp as the rest of the hub. It was probably only ever conceived of as a store room, and an additional exit with the rusting metal ladder fixed to the wall in one corner, leading up to a long abandoned metal hatch.

Today however, a table and chair were pushed into the opposite corner from the ladder. There was no light in the room, so the door to the corridor was left open, letting the long shafts of strip lighting penetrate the darkness in lengthy spikes.

Jack led Ianto into the room, then leaned against the table, looked the Welshman up and down and then spoke.

"Couple of ground rules first- just to make this clear." He smiled, not the overwhelming flash of teeth and ego, but warmly, with affection. "Rule one- this is a two player game, and by that I mean it's not just about me-"

"Well that makes a change." Ianto smirked.

Jack gasped with mock hurt- "Oh, Ianto Jones-" He reached up and traced his jawline, "You're going to suffer for that." Now he broke out into a full grin. Ianto couldn't help but smile back at him.

"As I was saying- anything you don't wanna do- anything you're not comfortable with- we stop. Rule two, your safe words are, 'I don't want this.' You say 'no' or 'stop' I'll carry on." That part was serious, Jacks expression had changed. "And the safe words are?"

"I don't want this." he said as telling a waiter to take away cold soup.

"That was surprisingly unsexy-" Jack chuckled. "Next time I'll go for something with more vowels."

He traced his hand down Iantos neck and laid his palm on his shoulder. "Are you ok with that?"

Ianto nodded. Jack took his face in his hands and kissed him, full on, hungrily. Then his pulled away nearly taking Ianto's lower lip with him. Jack gestured- to the chair and table behind them. "Take off your clothes and leave them on the chair." He reached forward and pulled Ianto's tie out from under his waistcoat.

Fumbling, he pulled his tie off and slung it over the back of the chair, before quickly slipping his arms free of the jacket.

"Ianto?" came a slightly chastising but amused voice.

"Yes?" He turned on his heels.

"Slow-ly." Jack accentuated smiling. He had got Ianto riled up- he wasn't thinking straight.

Biting his lower lip, a sheepish Ianto proceeded at a less frantic pace. Kicking off his shoes, decidedly leaving his socks, before pulling his waistcoat open, button by button, then draping that over the back of the chair. Then the shirt, starting at the collar, Jack watching as skin emerged from under the cotton, before he dropped his trousers and folded them on the chair with the rest of the suit.

"Come here." Jack instructed. He leaned back- taking in the sight of Ianto in tight boxers and socks before laying his hand out in front of him. "Underwear- "Jack asked for, "And the socks."

"The floor's really cold." Ianto protested.

Jack cleared his throat and there was begrudging compliance.

Now stood entirely naked- and feet freezing Ianto began to wonder what Jacks plans actually involved.

Jacks hand moved forward slowly in the dark, before grasping Ianto by the cock. He held it at the head and slid the foreskin back and forward with his thumb.

"You want this?" Jack asked, his hand getting slick with pre-cum.

"I want this," Ianto breathed, getting harder.

"Will you do as I say?" Jack rolled the words around his tongue, teasing with his mouth almost as much as his digits.

"Yes," Ianto breathed. This couldn't be it. Jack had him down here for much more than making him strip and wanking him off. They could have- and had in fact done that throughout most of upstairs.

He let go of him- His cock now standing by itself bereft of support.

"Over by the ladder," Jack nodded his head.

Braving the cold concrete floor, Ianto strode over and stood a couple of feet from the ladder, Jacks hand pressed his shoulder.

"One hand on each side- and hold onto the rung."

Aware he was standing in a pose of surrender, Ianto's suspicions of where this was going was confirmed by the click of handcuffs. First to the left, then to the right. Now he was well and truly stuck.

An arm snaked around his torso, pulling him back against Jack. He was hard, digging into Ianto's buttock. His breath hot at Ianto's ear. "You OK?"

Deep down Jack had wondered how well Ianto would deal with this. He'd been careful about tying him up- the warehouse and space whale was still in very recent memory and he had no desire to trigger a flash back. Using the ladder was hopefully different enough. The same for gags as well. Not after Brecon- that was to be left well alone. But it didn't put this sort of thing off the menu forever, it just needed planning and absolute consent.

Ianto breathed out, the air thick with pheromones and giddy with anticipation. "I'm OK."

"Good." Jack breathed, nuzzling at Ianto jawline, before changing tone and speaking out loud.

"Now I can do whatever I want to you- How'd you feel about that?"

The voice change. It was part of the game. Anything in a whisper at his ear was outside of the game, but the last question was very much in character.

"A little afraid." He gulped and said out loud. Jacks hands started running over his chest, then teeth nipped at his earlobe. There was a minuscule reaction to the pain, but Ianto tried not to show it. Jacks approval was shown by three lengthy kisses down his neck.

Ianto was starting to sweat, despite the coldness of the room and Jack savoured the salty taste. His hands kept moving around, until he seized one of Ianto's nipples and wrenched it hard.

That one he couldn't keep quiet and gasped, Jack continued to fondle and squeeze as he raised his mouth to Ianto's ear again. "That's for being facetious."

Jacks arms let go and his hands left Ianto's flesh- but not for long. He started kneading at his buttocks, Ianto tensed and Jack pinched, before there was a sudden and hard slap on the backside. It stung and Ianto gasped. Jack grabbed him round the middle with one arm, then continued spanking with the other. Once, twice, three times. Then a pause. Jack listened to him gasping in the near darkness, then hit him again. Another three. Then another pause, he ran his hand up Ianto's back, touching beads of sweat as they formed before running his tongue up the young mans' spine. Then four more- Leaving Ianto gripping the ladder hard as Jack finished.

The arm around Ianto's middle dropped, and found his cock full and heavy. Jack grasped it hard. Ianto wanted to come so hard, Jack could make him beg for it, but not just yet.

"Oh I don't think so." Jack said letting go, smiling to himself. "I've barely started with you."

Jack stepped away, Ianto standing prone and tense with anticipation. He'd never really understood the appeal of this. Yes, he'd had the occasional slap on the arse from Jack, but to actually submit- well that was the word wasn't it? To give himself over, to be completely at Jacks mercy...

He thought he'd be much more uncomfortable. He'd always assumed that he'd despise losing control, but he didn't. It was a revelation to him that he trusted Jack that much. Not just that- but he really liked how it felt- and Jack could tell.

Ianto couldn't turn his head to see what Jack was doing now, but he heard the familiar sound of Jacks belt being pulled from his trousers. Today however, it had different connotations.

He felt the looped leather being run over his buttocks and gripped the ladder- bracing himself for what was coming. A few moments later the leather whipped through the air and cracked against his tender flesh. Something that hurt so much shouldn't feel so good. It cracked again, he tensed again as the belt left his flesh and held his muscles rigid as it made contact again.

The next strike didn't go so well. Jack missed his mark and hit the middle of Ianto back, leather impacting too hard against his coccyx.

"Ah, Fuck!" came from Ianto's mouth before he remembered what he was actually supposed to say. "I don't want this." He breathed out.

Jack stopped mid-swing and put his hand on Ianto's shoulder. "You OK?"

"That last one hit my tailbone."

"Shit. Sorry, out of practice."

Jacks fingers ran to the base of Ianto's spine and pressed, making sure he hadn't really hurt him.

"It's alright," Ianto breathed, almost regretting stopping play. "I don't think it'll bruise, just don't spank me anymore."

Jack put the belt down and pulled his arms around Ianto. He was still hard, Ianto felt it against his sore buttocks. "We can stop if you want."

He turned his head as much as he could to look at Jack, "I'm OK." he said clearly.

Jack kissed him again before whispering "I'll be careful."

Jack kissed around his neck, over his shoulder, then down the middle of his back, pressing his lips to his mis-strike several times in apology. "Legs apart." Jack ordered, getting on his knees and cupping Ianto from behind. Jack's tongue fluttered at the base of his spine, then lower, lower and he started winding his tongue around his hole.

He loved being rimmed, it made his stomach flip with excitement, that feeling of Jack's tongue lapping gently, like an itch he couldn't quite scratch. That and being cupped and fondled at the same time. He gripped the ladder, feeling his knees go weak.

Jack stopped and stood, and a moment later Ianto felt fingertips slicking him. Oh god he'd never wanted Jack so much. He couldn't stand it. Those fingers winding around the hole, teasing. Ianto let out an irrepressible gasp. Jack kept going but pulled against Ianto once more. "What was that?"

Ianto swallowed air down and gasped in single breath. "I want you- I want you now- I can't wait."

"Ohhhhh..." Jack exhaled, winding his index finder slowly now. "I think you I can... cos I'm not ready yet."

And with that he slipped his finger inside.

Ianto gripped the ladder, gasping. Jacks other hand fondled his cock, he couldn't take this for much longer. Jack started building him up, feeling his cock growing in his hands and when moments away from shooting his load- Jack would stop.

He pushed another finger in.

Ianto gasped and threw his head back, Jack grabbed his cock and brought him close again- then when he was almost there, pushed another finger in.

Jack brought him close again, but left the fingers at three. He shifted them around inside him, gently stimulating.

It was the fifth time Jack had brought him close and let him back down that Ianto started begging for it.

"Please- just let me come." He gasped, his body becoming completely overwhelmed with sensation. He'd reached the point where pleasure had become so closely linked with suffering, he didn't think he'd be able to carry on. But this was amazing.

"Oh Ianto..." Jack intoned pushing his fingers deeper.

"Please-" He said, his body shaking with gasps for air.

"You don't get to come until I do." Jack said firmly. He pushed his whole body against Ianto's back. "Now tell me what it is you want."

"I want you." Ianto gasped.

"Louder." Jack twisted his fingers inside him.

"I want you." Ianto cried out.

Jack withdrew his hand, which solicited a groan. He unbuttoned his braces and let his trousers drop, before squaring up and put a hand on each of Ianto's hips. "Say it one more time."

He pressed his twitching cock against his backside.

"I want you." Ianto said between gasps.

Jack pushed in and held onto Ianto until the initial burn passed, his arms encircling and supporting his tired body.

Then Jack thrust forward, Ianto gasped, gripping the ladder. He was past uncomfortable, but he wasn't stopping now.

He thrust into him, over and over. And Ianto groaned and gasped, and Jack grabbed his cock and made him hard again. And it was faster and intense and Jack wasn't even fucking him that hard.

His exhausted body arched up against Jack, head thrown back in ecstasy. And Jack was coming, and "Oh god, you're so tight. Oh I can't- I can't-" and Jack was still in him and he ached but he was coming and gasping, his five time teased cock now erupting all over Jacks hand.

And it was over.

His legs shook as Jack reached up and let him go from the cuffs, one at a time.

Ianto groaned as his arms were finally let down and Jack turned him around and embraced him.

"You alright?" Jack asked, feeling Ianto trembling in his arms.

"I'm OK." Ianto breathed, confirming that the cause of his shaking had been a phenomenal orgasm. "Wait- you're not wearing anything."

"And?" Jack asked, clinging to the sweat covered, cooling flesh of his lover.

"So where did the keys come from?"

Jack laughed, then reached up and touched Ianto's face. "Oh, Ianto- you don't wanna know."