13 SMUT AERT FOR THI CHAP!

A03 Comments

scoutbokmal- Yes, a wolf in sheeps clothing that Ianto Jones.

Kathy C - I am always amused when people underestimate Ianto.

Dee - Excuse me while I do a happy dance at the Queen's pronouncements! UNIT is in deep kimchee and had better walk a fine line. Those poor grunts deserved better and hopefully Jack, Ianto/Orin can help them at Flat Holm Island. Tosh is wonderful, as usual, and I'm glad the Queen sees it too. Whatever this thing is, though, Jack should notify the Doctor and get it off planet and away from unscrupulous hands, ie, UNIT.

Fan Fiction Comments

Guest - Smut? Please? Jack has been a good boy

FranArian - Gotta love it when the pompous wankers get what's coming to them. Can't wait to see how things go once the artefact and the victims are in Torchwood hands.

SuziH-J - Ooh love Lizzie piping up when she did, wonder if the General knew she was listening in. And we know that Lizzie just loves Ianto.

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Ianto stood staring into space, his hair still dripping for the shower as Jack stood in the doorway of the shower block.

For a few long heartbeats they stared each other down.

Jack had no idea how to explain the unexplainable other than to admit what he felt went deep. Primal deep. Out of his control. He was ready to kill for him. Die for him. Dangerous.

"Screw it." Jack grabbed the bottom edge of his shirt and yanked it over his head then wrapped his hands around Ianto's neck and drew him to his mouth for a hard kiss. Tongue, teeth and lips mashed together as they fought each other for control.

His need to possess consumed him as he plundered the warm recess of Ianto's mouth.

Several minutes later he paused long enough for them to breathe.

Ianto shook his head for a moment before he stole another kiss by thrusting his tongue between Jack's lips for an exploration of his own. Tunnelling his hands through Jack's hair, he gripped the strands tight and tugged him closer. The pleasure of the kiss blew Jack away, licking at his skin until he believed it would burst into flame.

Maybe they were on fire, who could tell.

He wanted him and he wasn't about to fight the connection another second.

Thrusting against him, his cock begged for release. The fabric from his pants rubbed with Ianto's crotch to increase the friction against his sensitive skin, heating him further as a shudder coursed through his body. More skin. He needed to touch more of his skin.

Now.

He reached for the towel at Ianto's waist.

He clawed at the damn towel until it pooled at their feet. He trailed his tongue down Ianto's neck, his teeth nipping at the tender skin of his shoulder before closing his teeth around a firm nipple until he yelped.

Jack licked and sucked until Ianto melted against him. Everything about him filled his senses, his sweet taste and especially the heady scent of their arousals in the air between them.

Ianto's knees buckled and Jack grabbed him around the waist to steady him.

"Oh, God," Ianto whispered.

The heat of his words gave Jack so much more pleasure than he expected. Watching him writhe and whimper as he worked his flesh made him impossible to resist. When Ianto spread his legs a little further it was Jack's turn to whimper.

He swallowed each breathy sound as he slid a finger behind those swinging balls to the brush and slick the hole. He zeroed in on that most sensitive spot, smiling against his mouth when Ianto's hips rose to greet him.

Jack smiled and slid a finger inside him. His eyes got impossibly wider as a low wail filled the room.

"Goddess you're tight Tiger."

Ianto whimpered before reaching between them and pulling at the button on Jack's jeans. Jack grabbed his wrists and stopped him. After a warning look, he slid down in front of him so his head was level with Ianto's bare belly. For a few agonizing seconds he simply stared at the indentation, teasing him, before he leaned forward and swirled his tongue inside the tiny button.

"Not yet," he said. Seconds later, he flipped him around and roughly pushed him against the nearby wall as he slid a finger back in.

"Like that, baby?" He slid in a second finger and pushed deep. He sure as fuck did. He was fighting against the instinct to shove his cock in him instead of his fingers and ride him rough.

Jack pushed against the driving need. He wanted to draw this out more than that. Ianto's pleasure was paramount.

But this position...

He was facing the wall, which left his beautiful arse ripe for the taking. He couldn't pass up this opportunity to play. He traced his finger along the seam of his bottom, while his other hand worked his fingers in and out. Then he reached arond to grasp that wonderful swinging dick.

"This is mine," he said. He leaned forward and scraped his teeth between Ianto's shoulder blades. Ianto quivered underneath him while his heart beat wildly. The sound of his pulse pulled at Jack. The temptation he offered had Jack panting for breath as he tried to focus on getting air in and out of his lungs while his body vibrated with need. He grabbed Ianto's hair and pulled his head back so he could bury his nose in his neck.

Hot, sweet and slick.

He wanted him wrapped around his dick.

Ianto's whimpers turned to cries as Jack gripped the skin of his neck between his teeth and moved his fingers faster. His other hand now pumping Ianto's dick.

Ianto's climax was coming.

His muscles tightened a moment before he screamed, flying apart underneath him. Jack's body reacted, swelling to the point of pain. Jack breathed through the violence rising inside him. He squeezed his eyes shut and savoured the sensations surrounding him. When Ianto's wave peaked, he increased the speed of his thrusts, sending Ianto over the edge into climax once again.

It felt like flying, falling.

When Ianto's legs gave out, Jack lifted him into his arms and cradled him against his chest. Ianto clung to him as his breathing finally slowed and he went completely lax.

"You're so damned hot, I could watch you come all night. And your scent. Fuck, baby. I can practically taste your sweetness."

Jack stood to his full height, drawing Ianto's naked body against his still fully clothed form. He should have taken his clothes off but there was no time or patience for that now. Not when all he could think about was getting inside him.

Jack ripped at the front of his jeans until the button gave way and the zipper worked free. The spunk smell was now strong as Jack's pheromones filled the space from the soiled fabric. Small whimpers sounded in Ianto's throat as Jack jostled them in place. He distracted him by lightly scraping the curve of his neck with his teeth, further inflaming both their need.

Ianto didn't say a word, but the next thing he knew Ianto was turned to face him and wrapped around him as he was burrowing into Ianto's scorching heat.

"Fuck." He bellowed the word while pulling him down in one rough thrust.

Buried to the hilt he felt scorched alive.

He couldn't breathe and he couldn't move.

Mine.

It was the only word that made sense.

"Always Cariad."