A Time of Rest - Chapter Two
Author: Milady Dragon
Disclaimer: Not mine, sorry.
Author's note: Hello, everyone! Welcome back to the last story in the Year of the Toclafane arc. One more chapter after this one!
Now, I need to put a warning on this chapter. Toward the end there is some very explicit material, so if you're not into that sort of thing, you can pretty much skip it. This material is of a dragon/human nature, so please beware if you don't want to read Jack being with Ianto in his natural form.
Those who continue reading...I hope you enjoy!
7 June 2008
Jack awoke, feeling warm and comfortable, and not wanting to move. He was surrounded by his dragon's heat, back against hard yet silky scales and his head resting on a supporting foreleg. A wing covered him better than the finest duvet, keeping him hidden from the rest of the world.
Last night had been rough, but Ianto had been there with him as the nightmares had come, soothing him with quiet dragonsong when he'd been driven awake by the terrors that had visited him in his dreams. Jack could feel the dragon's massive lungs expanding against his back, and he sighed, relaxing even further into the knowledge that is mate was with him, and that nothing was going to hurt him in their cave.
"Are you awake now?"
Jack couldn't help but smile as the dragon's rumble echoed through the tent made by the massive wing. "Yeah," he answered, stretching.
The wing rustled slightly, and a pair of slitted blue eyes appeared in the sudden opening, smiling down at Jack softly. "Good morning," the dragon said.
"Good morning," Jack said back. He reached up a hand, and the large head was lowered so he could stroke the strong jaw. Ianto's eyes shuttered closed, a contented expression on his features.
"I missed you," the dragon whispered, hot breath puffing over Jack's palm.
"You kept me sane," Jack confessed, running his fingertips over the fine green scales. "Thinking of you…it kept me from going crazy." He didn't say anything about the time he'd thought that his dragon was dead; that was far too painful.
"All I wanted to do was come for you," the dragon replied. "Every day that you remained the Master's prisoner broke me a little but more. And when I saw you…"
A tear slipped out from under the dragon's closed eyelid, and Jack brushed it away. "It's going to be okay," he said. "We're finally together, and nothing is going to tear us apart."
The dragon opened his eyes, and the love in them took Jack's breath away. "Nothing, Jack. I swear to you. Nothing will take me away from you."
Jack believed him.
The dragon managed to chivvy Jack out of their nest and down the mountain, where Rhiannon had breakfast waiting. Alice and Steven joined them, as did Estelle, and it was a lively meal that had Jack relaxing even farther, the previous year fading more and more the closer he and his family became. He hadn't even known what he was missing until he had it, and he would hold onto this moment of time fiercely in his memory.
After breakfast and some of Ianto's amazing coffee – which Jack had missed, although not nearly as much as he'd missed his dragon – he noticed Rhiannon whispering in Ianto's ear, and the dragon nodded then following her into the Inn's kitchen. Frowning slightly, Jack went to follow…and Estelle cut him off, a definitely mischievous look in her eyes. "So, Jack," she said, resting her hand on his arm, "I wanted to ask, if you and Ianto would keep an eye on my house while I'm here? I don't know how long I'm going to stay, and I don't want any sort of disasters happening and then not being found for weeks at a time."
"We'll be glad to," he reassured her. Estelle had lived in the same house for decades, and he knew how much she loved the place despite the trouble with the Fae.
She smiled up at him. "Thank you, I appreciate it." She moved away, leaving Jack to head back toward the kitchen in search of his dragon.
"Dad!" Alice called, and Jack turned to wait for her. She was smiling slyly, and Jack wondered just what she was up to.
"What is it, sweetheart?" he asked as she approached.
"Nothing," she answered, "I just wanted you to know that Ianto went outside."
Jack frowned. "I could have sworn he went into the kitchen…"
She shrugged nonchalantly. "All I can say is he told me to tell you he'd be outside."
"Thanks, Alice." He kissed her on the forehead, and then went in search of his wayward mate.
His daughter had been correct; Ianto was out on the lawn, already having changed back into his true form. Laughing eyes turned to look at him, beckoning him forward.
Jack looked at him askance as he joined his mate. "Just what are you up to?" he asked.
He saw the answer in the shape of a rather large basket sitting on the ground between the dragon's front feet.
"Today is for us," the dragon answered. "I know a deserted place where we can spend the entire day, just the two of us. We need to reconnect, and this is our time."
Jack found himself wanting that more than anything.
He swung himself up onto the dragon's back, and they were in the air, arching over the lake that had given the valley its name. The water was a crystal blue beneath them, and the sun was warm on Jack's back as together they flew toward the mountains and away from the village.
Jack wondered where they were going, but he was certain Ianto knew more private places in the valley than anyone, having lived there for so long. He really wanted to spend alone time with his mate, and he wrapped his arms around the sinuous neck as they flew, happy to have this time alone with the dragon he loved.
They seemed to reach their destination in no time: a secluded dell, with large boulders on two sides, a mountain on the third, and a gentle slope leading down toward the lake on the third. The dragon came in for a landing, careful of the basket that he was carrying hooked in one of his claws. Once he'd set it down out of the way, he settled all the way onto the ground, and Jack slid off, looking around the clearing with interest.
"I would come here often when I was younger," the dragon explained, "when I would want to privacy from my family. Later, this was a refuge for me, when the demands of being among humans became too great. It's a wonderful place for swimming, and for sunbathing on the rocks."
Jack grinned. "Swimming sounds wonderful, but I didn't bring any swim trunk with me."
The dragon rolled his eyes. "Like it's not something I haven't seen before."
That brought a bubble of laughter from deep within Jack, and as it burst forth he quickly stripped off his clothes. He clambered up onto a rock outcropping that extended over the water, and he glanced back, asking silently if it was all right to dive.
The nod barely came before Jack was hitting the water.
It was cold at first, but Jack soon warmed up as he swam deeper and deeper, the water a clear blue. He could see a deep drop-off not that far offshore, and was stroking closer when a large school of fish swam up from the depths, startling him. He laughed internally as he turned toward the surface, breaking for air and finding himself about one hundred yards away from the bank, not realizing he'd swum that far.
The dragon was nowhere to be seen.
Jack was going to head to shore in order to find him, when a sudden surge lifted him up into the air, and it took him a second to realize that his mate was surfacing from underneath him, and he laughed as he rose higher, supported by the familiar, warm body. Throwing out his arms, they wrapped around the dragon's neck, and let himself be dragged back onshore.
He flopped down onto the grass, taking in a deep breath. "Did you take lessons from Nessie or something?" Jack teased. "Your imitation of a lake monster is spot-on."
Ianto snorted, settling his large body down next to Jack's. "I've been doing it longer than she has! Besides, you know Archie's been training her especially to scare the tourists."
Jack laughed again, feeling light and happy for the first time in so very long. The sun was warm against his bare skin, and he closed his eyes, relaxing into the coolness of the grass.
He had no idea how long he lay there, his mind just floating, peace surrounding him like a comfortable blanket. Jack thought he could stay there forever, just him and his dragon, and never go back to Cardiff and the real world.
And then he realized that his duty would always call him, and he would listen to that call.
But he also realized that he'd always have Ianto with him, and that would make everything all right.
After a while, Jack rolled over and onto his feet. He took in his dragon, sprawled out on the grass on his side, eyes closed, and breathing deeply in repose. He looked like some sort of enormous green cat, loose-limbed and soaking up the sun.
His heart swelled, and he knew beyond a doubt that he would love Ianto forever, that he wanted to spend all the time he had with his dragon, and nothing would change that.
"You're staring at me," Ianto murmured, not opening his eyes.
"I thought you were asleep."
"Almost," came the drowsy reply.
Jack moved closer, kneeling beside the dragon's large head. "You know I really love you, don't you?"
Now one eye did open, and it regarded him fondly. "I do, Jack. And you know I feel the same way."
He reached out, stroking along the dragon's jaw, tiny scales there supple against his fingertips. Ianto hummed in pleasure, nuzzling Jack's fingers gently, his eyes closing once more.
Jack continued touching, moving from jaw back toward the ear slot, and then around under the dragon's neck. Ianto lifted his head, giving Jack's questing fingers better access, and he took the invitation, his hand following along the gradually larger scales, lightly brushing along the curve of the neck.
"I want to touch you," Jack whispered.
"I thought you were already doing that," the dragon sighed.
"I mean, I want to touch you…every part of you, just as you are now."
He felt the dragon shiver. The eyes opened again, regarding him closely. "I can transform –"
Jack shushed him. "I've wanted to do this for a long time, but we just never did. I know your human form…now I want to know your dragon form as well. Please…let me?"
"You don't even have to ask."
It was Jack's turn to shiver. He'd been with non-humans before; in fact, he'd often bragged about tentacles and multiple genders and other exotic sexual experiences, but this would be the first time he'd ever made love to Ianto in his dragon form. He knew he wouldn't be able to do much beyond using his hands, but he could give as much pleasure as possible, which was his only goal.
He wanted to show the dragon just how much he meant to Jack, and that was accepting his natural form as well.
Jack continued to touch and explore, and Ianto turned slightly, exposing his belly. For some reason, that small movement sent a jolt of arousal straight through Jack, and he took the invitation, running hands down the dragon's shoulders and across his chest, making note of the noises coming from Ianto, committing to memory the places where the dragon was most sensitive, wringing sighs and moans from his mate that were music to Jack's ears.
The scales on Ianto's chest became larger the lower his hand traveled, and were a lighter green as well. Jack knew that the dragon's chest and stomach were the most heavily protected areas of his body, and yet they also seemed to be the more responsive, and as his hands moved lower his mate's breathing became shallower.
Jack was growing more and more turned on the more aroused Ianto became. He began pressing kisses against the hard plate armor covering the dragon's chest, tonguing across the smooth scales. Jack could taste the cleanliness of the lake water on those slick plates, and a spiciness he could not identify, but it drove him onward, wanting to experience even more.
"Jack," the dragon whispered, the name laden with such want that it almost made Jack come then and there.
He continued on, touching with hands and lips and tongue, moving lower and lower on the dragon's pliant body, until he found himself at Ianto's groin. Jack knew that his penis was protected by a pair of thick armored plates that slid back to give access; those plates had done just that, and the cock that stood erect there was very impressive indeed.
Jack's hands itched to stroke, and he let his instincts guide him, running his palms along the heated length. The flesh was a very pale green, longer than Jack's forearm and much thicker, without the foreskin a human penis would have; the head was slightly more triangular, and it was already leaking pre-come. Jack couldn't resist tasting.
An intense shudder passed through his lover as Jack's tongue licked into the slit, the dragon's salty essence exploding in Jack's mouth. It was addictive, and he wanted more, pressing his lips as far around the tip as he could, sucking hard in order to get every bit he could.
The soft keen he heard spurred Jack on.
Keeping one hand on the dragon's cock in order to hold it still, Jack trailed his other down over the protruding scales and toward Ianto's entrance. His mate whimpered, sliding his tail out of the way of Jack's questing touch, allowing him to run the palm of his hand over the quivering hole.
There was a vague disappointment in Jack that he wouldn't be able to play with Ianto's balls, with them being under all that hard armor, but that didn't last long as his ministrations sent his mate into a frenzy of cries, Jack's name sounding like a prayer as Jack licked and sucked and rubbed and touched. The noises Ianto was making drove Jack wild, his own erection heavy and throbbing, but he didn't want to stop what he was doing in order to bring himself off.
And then, the dragon began to sing.
It was a soft song, and while Jack didn't understand what he was saying, the emotions were clear: it was a song of love, and bonding, and pleasure, and it filled Jack with a heat that had nothing to do with arousal, and yet the song added to it, bringing him closer to the edge even as he took his dragon with him. The sense of connection he felt grew, and Jack let himself simply feel as he brought his mate to completion.
He had to back away slightly when Ianto came, hot come nearly scalding as what he couldn't catch in his mouth struck Jack's face and chest. The very feel and taste of it sent Jack spiraling to his own orgasm, and he gasped Ianto's name even as the dragon called Jack's in his pleasure.
Jack came down from the emotional and physical high, and carefully tucked his dragon's penis back under its protective armor. He looked up, finding blue eyes looking at him, hazy with love and desire. "No one has ever touched me like that," he admitted, the emphasis on 'me' letting Jack know exactly what he meant.
He put on a cocky grin. "So, I was your first as a human, as a man…and a dragon?"
Ianto rolled his eyes. "Don't ruin the moment, Jack."
That leer faded into something more intimate. "Never," he murmured, scooting forward enough to reach out and touch the dragon's cheek.
"Do I need to help you?" his mate asked.
Jack felt himself blushing…which was something he didn't do often. "No need. I came just from touching you…and the noises you were making." And the song…
"Let's get cleaned up, and then maybe we can think of another round…this time with me as a human," the dragon suggested. "I really want to touch you this time."
Jack became aware of the cooling semen on his upper body, and nodded. "Last one in the water gets to bottom!" he exclaimed, laughing as he launched himself toward the lake.
It didn't really didn't matter who hit the water first.