Warnings: m/m sexual situation
Disclaimer: All these wonderful characters don't belong to me, which is a crying shame because I'd have treated them a hell of a lot better than RTD and the Beeb did.
Author's note: WIP, but should be finished by New Year. Can be read as a standalone anyway!
An Angel in the Bedroom
14th December, 10.30 am
Pouring the coffee into everyone's mugs and arranging the biscuits on a plate, Ianto does his best to tune out the sound of Gwen and Owen's pointless bickering.
"It was my turn to drive, Owen. Just because you got there first doesn't give you dibs. We worked out a system, remember? When Jack was away?"
"No, Gwen, you worked out a system and just expected everyone to go along with it. Anyway, you drive like a little old lady. We'd probably have missed picking these things up before some junkie ran off with them if we'd had to wait for you to give way to every other bloody road user."
Putting down Owen's mug and trying to avoid the flailing arms as he demonstrates Gwen waving someone out at a junction, Ianto takes a look at the latest bit of alien tech to fall through the rift. Sitting in the centre of the boardroom table where Owen has just flung them, are two large rings of a shimmery, golden material. They look to be about twelve inches in diameter, and have no obvious use but are definitely alien. There's that swirling iridescence to the surface that gives them away as being not from this planet. Or at least, not from this time...
Thinking of things out of their time, he glances up at Jack, catching an expression of naked hunger as he stares at the rings. Ianto recognises that look, and knows to be wary of it. It promises some sort of new experience that will push his boundaries and test his limits. But he likes a challenge, after all. Catching Jack's eye and raising a quizzical eyebrow, he's disappointed with the reaction. Suddenly Jack's all business again, wearing that long-suffering boss face that sometimes makes Ianto want to slap him. But in a good way, usually...
"Right children, that's enough whining for one morning, thank you," Jack orders, standing up to lean forward and pull the rings over to him. "Ianto, I'm going to need you to lock these up in the secure archives. They're definitely not something we want falling into the wrong hands."
Ianto nods as he sets down Jack's coffee and accepts the rings. They're much lighter than he expected, and the material feels warm and slightly yielding to the touch. He sits down at Jack's right hand, the rings on the table before him.
"What are they then, Jack? We thought they were some kind of jewelry. A nice tiara or something," Gwen enquires.
"No, you thought that, Ms Bling. I thought they were some sort of device that probably shouldn't be messed with before we got safely back to the Hub, remember? Definitely not something you should put on your head and then admire yourself in the mirror like some stuck-up princess." Gwen shoots Owen an evil look which he returns with interest.
Ianto sighs, predicting yet another day of having to dodge their badly aimed missiles and being used as a mediator whether he likes it or not. Still, at least he can escape to the archives or the Tourist Office. He looks up at Tosh, trying to catch her eye and roll his in solidarity, but she's focused on the new tech with that intent gaze that seems to tune out everything but the object of her attention.
"What are they, Jack? I don't think I've seen this material before. I'd like to be able to run a few tests on it if that's okay," she begins.
"No Toshiko, that is most definitely not okay. These things are one of the most efficient and effective torture devices in the known universe. They're getting locked away and that's that." He's using his best "don't question me" voice, that Ianto has noticed only Gwen ever seems to ignore.
"What are they, Jack? How do they work? It felt really weird when I put it on my head. Like it was tightening and moulding itself to my skull. It didn't hurt, though."
Jack takes a long sip of coffee, looking down at his notes and seemingly doing his best to avoid answering Gwen. When he looks up again, Ianto observes him glance around at each of them, before sighing deeply and rolling his eyes up to the ceiling.
"Okay, okay. They're called Myjiaani Crowns and they're fiendishly sophisticated things. They were banned on all civilised worlds and the Myjianni were forced to stop making them. They work by allowing the torturer to loop and repeat sensations in the body of the victim." Jack fixes them all with his gaze, one by one, as he makes his point. "So, for example, you could give someone a Chinese burn, and the pain would be repeated on whatever time loop you chose. Then you could add in a pinch somewhere sensitive, repeat that too, and so on until their whole body was awash with pain. Believe me, it's one of the worst ways to be tortured. Like having a whole army of sadists at work on you all at once." And again, there's a glint in his eye as he glances over at Ianto, completing his sweep of the table. Ianto feels himself shudder as he remembers the hints he's been given of Jack's past experiences of torture, both on the giving and receiving ends.
"So what do you do with them?" Owen asks, sounding intrigued. "How exactly do they work? Is it some kind of bio-feedback loop?"
"And that's quite enough of this question and answer session. Now, how is that clever little rift-predicting programme coming along, Toshiko?" Jack manages to keep the subject off the Crowns for the rest of the meeting, steering them through a particularly boring agenda of paperwork required by governmental departments and new Health and Safety procedures that have them all groaning.
"Jack, it's nearly Christmas! Give us a break. I've got all these parties to go to, and the girls are well up for it with a bit of Christmas spirit inside them. I'm planning on being hungover for the next three weeks. In fact, can I book a sickie for New Year's Day now, just to be on the safe side." Owen's grin fades as he looks around at his stony faced colleagues.
"Right, you've just reminded me, Owen, the Christmas rota! You, as you've just booked New Year off, will be manning the Hub on Christmas Day with Toshiko. Ianto and I will handle Boxing Day, so that Gwen can do the family thing on behalf of all of us."
Ianto glares at Gwen, currently doing her smug-but-trying-really-hard-not-to-show-it face, and making eyes at Jack. Tosh just nods, accepting her shift without any argument.
"But I had plans for Christmas Day," Owen complains. "Couldn't Ianto do it instead?"
"No he couldn't. Ianto has plans."
"I do, sir?"
"Yes, Ianto, you do. You're going to be making me a slap-up Christmas dinner. I'll bring round the entertainments." Jack's smile is wolfish, and Ianto becomes uncomfortably aware of the rest of the team eyeing him with unconcealed interest. He's conscious of a blush creeping up his neck, but at the same time thrilled to think that Jack wants to spend Christmas Day with him, doing, well, couple-y things. Whatever Jack's ideas of entertainments might be. Somehow he has a feeling that it's not going to be a DVD of It's a Wonderful Life or a game of Scrabble...
"Right," he announces, rising quickly and picking up the torture devices. "I'll just get these locked away then, sir." He exits the room as quickly as possible, eager to escape any teasing questions from Gwen and Tosh, or any outpourings of scorn from Owen.
But walking down the corridor, there's a spring in his step. Christmas Day with Jack... Whatever he's planning, it's bound to be fun.
*****
25th December, 12.15pm
It's a typical Christmas Day in Cardiff: an icy wind driving cruel rain under umbrellas and into any chinks in your clothing. Jack huddles inside his greatcoat, wishing he'd had the foresight to wear a proper hat rather than the soggy polyester Father Christmas hat he'd bought on a whim. Still, he can't help but grin as he anticipates the impending meal with Ianto, and the after-dinner activity he has planned. He clutches the bag to his chest as he rounds the corner into Ianto's street, hoping its bulk might help keep out the cold draught currently finding its way through the gaps between his buttons. They've already agreed that they won't be getting each other any presents, that just spending the day together will be enough. But he still can't help but think of the contents of the bag as a gift for Ianto. Because he'll be the one getting the benefit of them... for today at least.
*****
The door opens inwards, revealing a vision of Ianto in a stripy blue and white apron with yellow marigolds covered in suds. Jack has to hand it to him: Ianto can even make washing-up look sexy.
"You're early," Ianto states sternly, the slight lifting of his eyebrow letting Jack know that he's not in too much trouble for it. "I'm right in the middle of cooking, you know."
"Well, that's hardly a warm Christmassy welcome, is it?" Jack pouts, pulling out a handy sprig of mistletoe from his pocket and pursing his lips. He watches Ianto struggle to maintain his resolve, obviously losing the fight as his lips start twitching and his eyes twinkle.
"Nice hat, by the way. Who are you supposed to be? Captain Christmas?"
And then Ianto's all over him, pulling his head close with his rubber-sheathed hands and kissing him deeply, slamming him back against the door which closes behind him, almost knocking them both off balance. Ianto kisses fiercely, letting Jack feel his teeth and pressing into him with his whole body. Abandoning himself to the heady rush, Jack grabs Ianto's bum with both hands, pulling him closer, tighter. He grinds his hips into Ianto, relishing the sensation of the tongue greedily exploring his mouth, the teeth on his lower lip, the soapy rubber gloves grasping the nape of his neck, the squeezable flesh in his hands.
Ianto breaks the kiss, leaning his forehead into Jack's, his breathing ragged. "Was that warm enough for you?"
"Mmmm, postively scorching!"
It would be so easy right now for him to push Ianto back against the wall and start stripping him bare, using all of his tricks to make him forget about the dinner in the oven, to forget everything except the movements of Jack's hands and body, his lips and tongue. It's a tempting prospect, but when a waft of air from the kitchen tickles his nose with the aroma of cooking turkey, Jack realises just how hungry he is. And not just for the chef.
A bubbling, hissing sound causes them both to look around to the open kitchen door.
"Oh shit, the potatoes!" And Ianto scurries away, Jack following at a leisurely pace, feasting his eyes on the denim clad arse as it moves. Watching Ianto fumble with the pan lid, cursing under his breath, he realises he's never seen him so stressed about a task. The kitchen is so hot and steamy that sweat has started to run down his forehead and his stray locks of hair are even curlier than usual.
"Ianto, don't worry about it. I don't really mind what we eat today. Whatever you make its going to be better than last year's Christmas lunch, believe me." Last year's being cold left-over ham and pineapple pizza. In the Hub. Alone.
"You say that after I've spent all morning slaving away over turkey with all the trimmings? I had to stick my hand up its arse and stuff it, which isn't nearly as much fun as you're thinking," Ianto adds as Jack smirks openly. "Why don't you just pretend to be like a normal person and go into the lounge and have a drink. There's all sorts of dodgy looking liqueurs on the table. I'll be another forty minutes or so and then we should be ready to eat."
Pulling out his stopwatch and turning back to the array of bubbling pans, Ianto misses the effect on Jack at the appearance of that favourite toy. Jack groans, adjusting his trousers which have suddenly grown somewhat restrictive and uncomfortable. He tries to sneak up on Ianto, reaching out for another grope of that tempting rear, but finds himself rumbled as Ianto whirls around and grabs hold of his shoulders, propelling him towards the lounge door with some force.
"No harassing the cook! At least, not until after the meal. Now be a good boy and sit," this last word emphasised with a resounding slap to Jack's backside.
*****
Sitting on the sofa and observing Ianto carefully as he unwraps the "entertainments", Jack has to stifle a chuckle. Normally so guarded, Ianto lets every fleeting emotion play across his face: the smile of childish excitement when given the carefully wrapped parcel; the doubtful frown as he feels its weight and shape; the furrowed brow as he fastidiously peels back the sellotape so as not to damage the paper; the dark-eyed glee with which he opens the paper; the raised eyebrows and open mouth with which he greets the contents...
"Jack? You know I'm willing to give most things a try..."
"It's one of my favourite things about you," Jack smirks, remembering some of his more avant garde suggestions that Ianto has eagerly played along with. And a few games of Ianto's own devising that managed to surprise him; no mean feat for a man with Jack's many years of experience.
But now Ianto's looking at him with wide blue eyes, concern etched into his face. It probably isn't fair to put him through this, but hey, he's got quite a treat coming his way.
"I just... I mean, couldn't we just do something a bit less adventurous? I really don't want to be tortured. Especially not after a big dinner."
"Ianto, do you trust me?" A nod. Somewhat reluctant, but still a nod. "Do you remember what I told you about what these things do?"
Ianto looks down at the two rings in his lap. "You said they looped and repeated painful sensations."
"Almost. Try to remember my exact words."
Jack can barely hold back a chuckle as he watches Ianto's frown of concentration transform as surprise takes over.
"Oh... you never actually said painful, did you?" Jack can almost see the workings of Ianto's quick mind as he realises the potential of the crowns. His eyes grow darker and he gulps, signs that always promise good things.
"You see, they were never intended as torture devices by their creators. And they were devastated when they found out that people were using them in that way. What these things were intended for," he purrs, shifting closer to Ianto and encircling his shoulders with one arm, using the other hand to squeeze his thigh, "What they're really made for, is pleasure."
"So, ah... How do they work then?"
"Well," Jack takes one of the crowns and sweeping Ianto's hair back off his forehead, lowers in gently in place, smiling at his lover's reaction to the sensation of the metal shaping itself to his head. "We both have to wear one of these things. Actually, that's kinda cute on you."
Ianto leaps up to look in the mirror over the fire. "Oh god, I look like something out of Lord of the Rings. It's ridiculous."
Standing up next to him, Jack grins at their reflections. "I don't know. I reckon we look pretty festive. Like angels. Just think of them as haloes."
"So long as were not bloody fairies," Ianto grumbles. "Or princesses. I feel this is a slur on my masculinity."
"Says the man who not long ago was wearing frilly knickers!"
"Just 'cause you made me as a forfeit. And I swear you cheated the stopwatch that time. There's no way you could have lasted that long."
"Nonsense," Jack murmurs, resting a hand on that delectable arse and giving it a gentle squeeze. "You enjoyed them just as much as I did." As a vision of Ianto in red lacy knickers swims before Jack's eyes, he feels himself growing excited again. But it's not the time for him to be enjoying himself. This is all about Ianto today. All about introducing him to new and unexpected voluptuary delights. And besides, he knows that the sight of Ianto losing control of himself under his expert ministrations will be incendiary. It always is.
"So anyway," Jack starts, steering Ianto back to the sofa and pushing him down, then settling down on his knees between the open thighs. "What I have to do is set my crown to be the master and yours to be the slave." He pushes a few buttons on his Vortex Manipulator and nods, satisfied. "Then the fun can really begin."
"And what do I need to do?" Ianto's voice is husky, and despite his relaxed, nonchalant pose, Jack can tell how aroused he is by the bulge in his jeans and the quickening of his breath.
"Well first, you just need to sit there and let me undress you," Jack starts working on the shirt buttons with a salacious grin, his eyes locked on Ianto's the whole time. "And then," untucking the shirt and pushing it down off his shoulders, "you need to lie back and let me give you the most incredible experience of your life so far." Working on the button fly of the jeans, Jack lets his breath tease the exposed skin, sending tremors through his lover's body and further stiffening the erection his knuckles are brushing against. Ianto's eyes are midnight pools, a flush already creeping across his cheeks and Jack hasn't even started using the crowns yet.
"Aren't you going to get undressed too?" Ianto asks, raising his hips to let Jack pull down his jeans and boxers. "I want to see you naked."
"Always happy to oblige," Jack smirks, pulling Ianto's jeans, pants and socks off before quickly stripping himself. He looks up as he steps out of his trousers, and catches Ianto licking his lips as he stares at his crotch. Looking down himself, he realises he's already fully hardened and they haven't even got going yet. He grins back at Ianto, before sinking to his knees again between those lithe and supple legs. "There'll be plenty of time to deal with that later. For now, this is all about you." He leans in for a kiss, which Ianto meets eagerly, hooking an arm around his torso to pull him in tight. Their tongues move hungrily, mirroring the motion in their bodies as their cocks rub together, sending delicious twinges of pleasure through Jack's body.
Jack has to pull back, panting; smiling at the frustrated pout on Ianto's adorable face. "Oh no, you need to wait and see what these things can do first. Now, I'm going to start teasing you all over, and I'm going to loop the sensations until it feels like you have a whole roomful of lovers working you with their lips and fingers and tongues. Until every part of your body is on fire and you're begging me to stop because it's all too much to handle. What do you think?" He challenges, gazing into those big black eyes. "Are you ready to have an army of Jacks making love to you all at once?"
Ianto's shuddering moan is all the answer he needs, and Jack begins at once, using his mind to tell the crown to start recording as he lifts Ianto's foot and begins to suck his big toe. He can feel the tremors of Ianto fighting the urge to kick as he delves his tongue into the gap between his big and first toes, then moves across, paying attention to every last toe and gently teasing them with his teeth. Then he silently instructs the loop to close, and, gazes locked, releases Ianto's toes.
There is a sharp intake of breath as Ianto has his first taste of the feedback loop. "Oh god... that's incredible. Feels just like you're still doing it."
"That's the idea. You'll notice it only loops what I'm doing to you, so you won't get uncomfortable sofa cushions or the pain of biting your own lip looped back to you." Jack lifts the other foot, and can't help a smug grin as he teases Ianto by breathing on his instep. "Want some more?"
"Fuck, yes. More!" And Jack obliges, sucking, nibbling and licking his way across the row of toes before closing the second loop. By now Ianto has closed his eyes, and from the way he's biting his lower lip Jack can tell that he's trying to keep himself in check.
"Just let go and feel it, Ianto. Once the loops are started there's no way of stopping them, bar orgasm or passing out. You may as well just enjoy it."
"Feels amazing... so fucking good..."
"And I've barely begun!" Taking advantage of Ianto's temporary blindness, Jack surprises him by leaning in and nibbling his earlobe, sucking gently and breathing on the wet skin before closing another loop.
"Uhhh..." Ianto shudders, his hands gripping Jack's biceps with some force. Gently loosening the clenched fingers, Jack sucks two of them deep into his mouth, swilling around them with his tongue and then swallowing. Another loop completed, then he does the same with the other hand. Ianto's breathing is now coming in gasps, and he fists his hands down into the sofa, as if trying to distract himself from the sensations. Jack grabs hold of the closest hand, slowly unfurling the fingers to reveal the sweat slicked palm. He tastes with the tip of his tongue, enjoying the salty flavour, describing a lazy circle before moving up the wrist, sucking softly over the pulse point and chuckling at Ianto's strangled groan. Slowly, but relentlessly, he licks his way up Ianto's arm, closing the loop when he reaches the collarbone and repeating the sequence with the other arm.
Pausing for a moment, he rests his head against Ianto's heaving chest, enjoying the touch of rough, sweat-dampened hair against his cheek. Of pulsing life beneath him. Of this sweet connection with another human that makes his peculiar existence worthwhile. When he lifts his head again he finds Ianto staring at him with lust glazed eyes, cheeks flushed and his hair dishevelled. God, he looks so fucking hot like that. And he's the only one who ever gets to see him that way.
"More?" he rasps, voice roughened by the swell of emotions and overwhelming desire. And when Ianto nods, still biting his lip, he has to restrain himself from just pulling him to the edge of the sofa and fucking him senseless. Digging his cock into the rough side of the sofa he tries to distract himself by attacking one of Ianto's nipples, sucking somewhat harder than he intends to and drawing a sharp intake of breath from his lover. Remembering how unbearable any painful sensations can become when they're looped over and over, he takes time to lick gently and breath on the sensitized skin before closing the loop again. Immediately he hears Ianto hiss as the loop begins, and berates himself for being too rough. He treats the other nipple with more care, and although he can tell when the first loop begins again by the way Ianto's body jerks underneath him, at least there's no more hissing.
Time for a more gentle approach. Running his fingertips in a soft caress up Ianto's calf; up the inner thigh; feeling his legs twitch and quiver as he reaches the top and ghosts his fingers in the crease between thigh and groin. Tracing teasing circles around the edge of the wiry hair, never touching where Ianto obviously wants him to, judging by the needy, frustrated whimpering. Loop closed, the other leg follows, and this time the trembling is so pronounced that he halts his teasing, giving Ianto a moment to get used to the new loops before adding anything else. He watches Ianto's reaction: his head arched back, mouth open, breathing ragged, body writhing in wanton glory as he succumbs to the overwhelming onslaught of sensations. A drop of pre-cum glistens at the head of his cock, and Jack can't resist taking a swipe with his tongue, relishing that unique flavour of his lover. Ianto bucks his hips, shuddering gasps shaking his body. So close to the edge.
And he's just about to finish him off by taking his cock fully into his mouth when Ianto grabs his head, fists rough in his hair, and pulls Jack higher and closer, leaning forward so that their bodies press together as their mouths meet. It's an open mouthed, messy kiss. A tangle of frenzied tongues and clashing teeth as Ianto jerks against him erratically, pulling away to gasp "Jack!" and convulsing, spilling himself between them. Waiting for the aftershocks to subside, Jack hugs his trembling lover closer. Feeling warm... Feeling cosy... Feeling damn horny still, if truth be told.
Ianto falls back, pulling Jack with him. He lifts his head to drink in the sight of Ianto; the afterglow giving his face an enchanting radiance, his expression blissful, sated. The crown lending him an otherworldly glamour.
"That was incredible," Ianto whispers, a contented grin curving his lips. "But what about you?" His fingers find their way around Jack's painfully stiff cock, stroking gently, lazily. It's not the right kind of touch in his present state, and he closes his hand over Ianto's, pulling harder, faster, twisting and thrusting his hips until he orgasms with a groan. Watching as his cum spurts out over his lover's chest. Staring into his deep, dark eyes.
Collapsing into their slippery, mingled fluids, Jack groans again, then raises his eyebrows as he meets Ianto's mischievous gaze.
"What is it?"
"You're going to have to teach me how to use these things," touching the crown on Jack's head. "I want to be able to do that for you. Got a few ideas of how to spice it up for you as well."
"Oh yeah?"
"Oh yes."
"Tomorrow."
"We'll be at work."
"Since when has that ever stopped us?"
"Good point. Tomorrow then. Now get your heavy arse off me and lets have a shower."
"Mmmm... sounds good!"
"It will be."
And they kiss: slowly and deeply, as Jack tries to put everything he feels for this incredible man into the movements of his tongue, lips and teeth, the caress of his hands on Ianto's neck. And he must be understood, because when their eyes meet again there is something else in Ianto's. A glimmer signifying more than just sexual attraction. A gift for Jack. One he accepts freely. Returns silently.
"Come on, sexy, let's go shower."