Stars fill the sky

Background: This story is a collaboration with Quiet Time and is based on a scene in Quiet Time's Breaking my Heart. A brilliant story. Look it up. This scene is an extended and M rated version of the scene with Ianto and Jack in the middle of Chapter 9. It can be read on its own. The background to this story, if you haven't read Breaking my heart yet, is that Jack has just seen Tosh kiss Ianto on the cheek and thinks their together, even though they aren't.

Thank you Quiet Time for all your help.

This story is similar in style to Cocky which was also inspired by Breaking my Heart.

Timeline: Set just prior to Gwen joining Torchwood.

Warning: This story has sex, smut, and slash and the characters don't come out smelling sweet, so if you don't like don't read. If you do like, I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or any of its characters. Just borrow them occasionally to have a little play. Hope I don't break them.

Ianto's POV

The vibration of the invisible lift rumbles through the floor. He's back.

The car. I forgot the car. He'll know I'm here. Not tonight, Jack. One night off. I'm so tired. It's grinding at my eyeballs.

"Ianto." he yells. Impatient tonight. Always impatient. Demanding like a child, wanting like a man. Alright man-child I'm coming. Or soon will be if he has anything to do with it.

And I find I'm impatient too. Despite the weariness weighing at my feet. Impatient to be lost in physical sensation. Lost in forgetfulness. Let his charisma wash over me like the summer rain. Wash away thoughts of morphine levels and ventilators and cybernetic connections.

But I don't want it down here. Not near Lisa. As far away from her as possible. Not that we haven't done it here before. Not that we haven't done it right outside her door. But even though she probably knows what I have to do, she doesn't need to hear that I like it.

Tosh doesn't understand that. She thinks because I have to, I don't want to. She thinks because it wasn't my preference, there's no pleasure. Because sometimes I want it so much I can't move, can't see. All I can hear is his voice murmuring in my ear. I couldn't tell anyone that.

But there is no sun shiny face to greet me. His smile is twisted, odd.

"Sir, what's the matter? Is something wrong?" He doesn't respond. Just pushes me up against the wall and the fumbling begins. It's going to be like that I think, as he rips at my clothes. At least we'll all get some sleep tonight.

Clothes are gone in a heartbeat. Strong hands grip me, hold me, every part of me. He's nuzzling at my neck, licking round my ear. I'm ready, responsive. Not just a physical reaction. I know that now. He's entered my veins.

Then the same game, he tries to kiss me, but I turn away. I was ready for that. Always ready.

"Why won't you kiss me Ianto?" His tone is wheedling, petulant. I've never heard him like this.

"Not that." I say. I reach down, the ultimate distraction, but he won't be swayed.

"What's the problem Ianto? I'm very good. Are you scared I'm too good? Scared you'll see stars?" Well that's more the Jack I know, but he doesn't normally try this hard. Because I'm dodging his lips. Losing my focus.

"Come on Ianto. Just one. It won't hurt." Why does he want it? I'll do anything else. And kisses are cheap. I give him everything and he just wants more. That's the only thing I've kept for her. The only thing she can give to me. You can't have it. Even if I want it. I turn my head so our mouths can't meet.

But he's pushing and biting and trying. The distraction wasn't ultimate enough, so I drop to my knees. I'll give you a distraction Jack.

I thought I was in control, man and child, but I'm overcome by his smell. Spicy and musky and salty and sweet. I never thought I'd want to do this, never thought I would crave the taste. But here, next to him, inhaling his aroma, I want to take it all. I can't have his tongue. But I can have this.

And sucking him in, I've silenced his words. Tongue along the ridge, a sigh, lick the tip, a moan, swirl it round, release a groan. Learnt from teacher, learnt it well. Touching and teasing. Feel him increase, feel him grow.

Then the camera pans out and I see us together. See me on my knees, dick in mouth. See his hands in my hair. See my depravity. See it how she would see it. See the pleasure on my face.

Coiling darkness consumes and drives me on. Impaling my mouth on him. Forcing my guilt out. Pushing it away. "Ianto." he says, but I don't listen. Push forward, pull back, aching jaw, gagging throat. And he's meeting me, thrust for thrust, and then it's too much. Too hard, too heavy and I can't breathe. But the pain in my throat is nothing to the pain in my groin. Because I'm liking the punishment. It quenches my shame.

And he's coming, filling my mouth, leaving me wanting.

The pain in my throat is too much and I can't consume. I'm on my knees and coughing.

He rubs my back. Tells me he's sorry. "One little kiss Ianto. Why is that so hard?" And he sees that I'm still hard. Sees the desire in my eyes, because he says "One little kiss and I'll take care of that." Rubbing my cock, fondling my hole, slapping my arse. "One little kiss."

And I want it, want it so bad I nuzzle towards him, but when he leans in I turn my head away.

"If that's all I'm worth to you Ianto, take care of yourself." he says, a catch in his voice. I can almost believe it's pain. Why does he care? It's only sex. Isn't it?

"Jack." But he's gone. Left me aching, wanting, begging. I never thought I'd beg.

"I'll give you a reason to kiss me then." He's back and he rolls me over and opens me up. First finger, then the prize. He lifts my leg to his shoulder and rams into me. It's good though, because I've learnt the tricks. Breathe it in. My mind can't relax, but my body can.

I'm so full, full of him, soaking him in. He's in my hole, in my head, in my heart. Pushing and straining. Stealing and taking. Harder and faster and deeper. I'm spinning. Dominated and liberated. Fill me up. Wear me down.

I'm imbued with him. Occupied and overrun. Infiltrated and impaled.

And then he starts to talk, earnest and demanding, "You like that, don't you Ianto?"

I shouldn't. "Yes."

"Like me inside you?"

"I want it." There.

"Does it feel good?"

"God Jack, yes."

"Do you like my dick?"

"I want it now"

"You like dick, don't you?"

"I want it hard."

"You love my dick. Do you love it inside you?"

"More Jack, more. Yes, yes, yes."

Each push, each thrust, he draws out my affirmative. Each thrust I betray her with my words. Later I'll wish them false. Now I know they're true.

He tries again. Steal a kiss. Why does he torment me? But my leg is over his shoulder and I use it to push him back. Leverage can work both ways. "Please Ianto. I want to kiss you. It's just a kiss."

Shut up. I close my eyes and close my mind.

"You let her kiss you." Eyes open, heart stopped. What does he mean? How does he know? But my heart starts again, because if he knew, I'd be dead. He must mean before. Low blow to bring up my dead girlfriend when you're fucking me deep. Even if she's only half dead.

But I can't think about that because I'm close. Almost there. I can block his words. Forget the fear. Forget her. Focus on him, inside me, focus on the movement, focus on his face. Jack in me, Jack around me, Jack over me, Jack surround me.

But he's not satisfied. For him it's not enough. He leans into my shoulder, teeth and mouth, sucking and pulling and biting, marking me as his. White-hot sizzle focuses my desire. Because the pain in my shoulder excites me, pulls me to closure, draws it all away. Stars fill the sky. And I'm bursting, sobbing, releasing. Eyes closed tight, burning bite, burning bright. And he joins me, fills me, hot and sure.

It takes a moment, back from the brink, to open my eyes and see him. Still hovering above, looking at me. There's pain in his eyes, I don't know why. He leans forwards, hot breath in my ear, "Whose face did you see when you came?" There's pain in my shoulder. The mark answers the question.

A/N: Next Chapter same scene. Jack's POV.