Title: Punishment and Forgiveness

Characters/pairing: Jack/Ianto

Rating: NC-17

Summary: After Adrift, Jack gets annoyed by Ianto taking advantage of his trust and wants to make him understand what it mean for him.

Warnings: Sex, slight bondage and sweet torture. Nobody gets hurt except for some feelings.

Author's note: Written for a French challenge.

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Jack fired into Ianto's flat without warning. Not that Ianto had been even slightly surprised at the intrusion; in fact he was more or less expecting him. Once again the young man had betrayed his boss and lover's trust. He thought he was right in giving Gwen Flat Holm's coordinates and he wasn't likely to apologise.

"Mr. Jones, this time you have exceeded my patience," Jack said as he came through the door.

Ianto was about to give his point of view, but the Captain tucked his coat in Ianto's hand before adding: "I think this time, you deserve to be punished."

At first, Ianto frowned, then lifted his eyebrows. Was he making this up? Or was it smut he could sense behind the boss' apparent severity?

"I'm not sure that would be appropriate according to our Job policy," Ianto replied flatly, testing Jack's real mood. Whatever the reason, Jack's trousers' looked unusually tense.

"Let me remind you Mister Jones that I'm the one making that policy," Jack stated, then pointing toward the bedroom, he added:" You've got 5 minutes to be naked like a worm and ready to receive your punishment."

Jack kept his eyes stern and his mind completely closed to Ianto's empathic abilities, but in counterpoint, his lips were curving in a satisfied grin that gave little to the imagination.

Ianto gave him one of his sarcastic half smiles. Submission wasn't his thing; then again, maybe Jack was entitled to be angry with him. If Jack wanted to solve their little argument over the pillow, Ianto was okay with that. Jack had never been anything close to mean or brutal. So why not?

"Five minutes?" he asked.

"Only four minutes left," Jack answered sternly.

"Okay, then."

Minutes later, Ianto was getting out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, strictly naked. Jack was waiting there, having only removed his boots and socks. He then took two very tired ties out of the paper bag he had brought with him.

Ianto stood patiently, waiting for Jack's directive.

"On your knees, legs apart, hands on your ankles," Jack said, pointing at the bed.

Ianto threw him a questioning glance, but obeyed without arguing. Being tied up was definitely not his kink. He wasn't really a control freak, but he still hated to lose it. It wasn't about trust either, because he had an absolute trust in Jack.

Jack used the soft silk ties to cuff both of Ianto's wrists to their corresponding ankles. Always professional, he made sure the knots were loose enough that they wouldn't hurt or prevent slight changes in position.

Jack wasn't rude in anyway, but Ianto still couldn't help feeling vulnerable as he wondered what else Jack had in store for him in that paper bag. The immortal was deliberately taking his time, playing with Ianto's patience, mainly because Jack knew very well that Ianto was a very patient man when it came to work and everyday life. But when it came to sex, especially if a certain Captain was concerned, not so much.

Ianto was still kneeling on the middle of the bed when Jack fitted himself to the Welshman's back and proceeded to dig further in the bag. The sound made by the paper made Ianto shiver with anticipation, but as he dared a glance over his own shoulder, he got a gentle reminder on the top of the head for it. Before the tap, however, he'd had just enough time to catch a glimpse of what Jack planned for him. Torture by feather... a rather large, fluffy ostrich feather. Just thinking about it caused his body to tense in response, and a slight killing urge crossed his mind. How could he have been stupid enough to allow Jack to tie him up?

Jack began teasing the feather across the small of Ianto's back, dancing the float-y quill along his shoulder and down his arm until it reached his hand. Then he drove it forward to the top of his neck and down along the other side.

This was the very first round, and already Ianto's body hair was standing straight. He had to focus on his breathing to keep some control over himself to avoid throwing all sorts of despiteful invectives at Jack.

Clearly Jack wanted to enjoy the game, first playing gently with Ianto's neck and then slowly working down the spine. He pushed Ianto forward, head first in the pillow.

Head down and arse up, Ianto was now even more exposed, giving Jack's feather complete access to his more intimate parts.

Jack, of course, didn't get straight there; he let his torturing tool run down along Ianto's thigh outer to inner, sliding it up along the inner portion then dragging it down the other thigh, all while slightly brushing the young man's –by now- very engorged balls. And the torment continued, even as Ianto gritted his teeth.

Ianto finally lost all sense of time. He was just a mere ball of nerves quivering with desire and frustration. He couldn't even restrain his groans anymore when the hand with the feather started viciously teasing his manhood without any relief.

To conclude the demonstration, Jack turned him until he lay on his back, concentrating torturous caresses on Ianto's pained member. It wasn't enough, obviously, but every time Ianto tried to meet him for a less superficial contact, Jack withdrew the feather back to his inner thigh and started teasing again.

Finally Ianto couldn't stand anymore and so tears threatened, wetting his eyes. He desperately tried to hide his defeat in the pillow...

"Jack ..." he pleaded, exhausted.

At last Jack stopped! He bent beside Ianto, darting a dark look into his lover's wet eyes.

"Now you know what I feel when you betrayed my trust ..." he said in a sad, calm voice.

"Forgive me," Ianto heard himself squeak painfully.

"Same here," Jack replied.

"Jack, please ..." Ianto begged again, seeking comfort in the hollow of Jack's neck.

The Captain sketched a small smile and caught the lubricant. He took his time preparing his lover, even as Ianto writhed forward in a desperate attempt for more contact.

Then, Jack waited until he was deep into Ianto to undo the ties that still held the young man, giving him back his freedom.

Ianto immediately clung onto him like a desperate man, biting and scratching as he fought to regain control of the situation, impaling himself more forcefully on Jack until the so desired, long awaited orgasm washed over.

Then Ianto collapsed on him and in his arms.

"There'll be payback, you know that?" he couldn't help but gasp before giving way to exhaustion.

"I look forward to it," Jack replied, squeezing a little more against him.

...

Ianto woke, having fallen asleep stuck to Jack, stuck being exactly the right word. And if it wasn't enough, his muscles were sore as if he'd spent the previous day practicing some intensive sport. His wrists and ankles were on fire!

And Jack was still there! The Captain had spent the night here with him. He hadn't moved, quietly waiting for revenge the young man wouldn't fail to take. And he was waiting at the ready, of course, his erection darting into Ianto's thigh.

Ianto disengaged softly from him and opened his eyes so they fell on Jack's blue ones. Those eyes were full of expectation. "This guy has to be sick," Ianto mumbled as he got up with some difficulty.

"Where are you going?"

"Call of nature ... and a good shower won't hurt either," the stiffened young man grumbled. "And this isn't an invitation to follow me ..." he added.

Jack didn't reply, instead displaying a pout wholly inappropriate on an authority figure yet perfectly adequate for messing with Ianto's head.

For a while, he enjoyed the water running over his sore body. Jack seemed to have chosen the safe side, that of patient obedience.

"Jack," he finally resolved to call.

"Yes?" he answered eagerly, emerging as the very devil from the box.

"I could do with a massage, a real one."

He didn't have to ask twice. Jack's magic hands virtuously applied themselves, unravelling all the muscle tension the feather had caused. Jack first worked Ianto's back up and down to the ankles, and as Ianto turned round, Jack continued in his usual vein of professionalism, still working from upper body and downward.

As the Captain reached the ankles again, Ianto made him raise his head, purposefully drawing attention to the one remaining bit of himself that the masseur had neglected by intent.

Jack didn't need to be told twice, and at this game, he was positively matchless, at least as far as Ianto was concerned.

As usual, when playing that game, Ianto would always remind himself that he'd need something to hold onto, as Jack always seemed to lose some hair when Ianto caught at his mope of hair...

Ianto let himself sink to his knees, finding himself again immersed in blue eyes. In them, abandonment and trust shone equally, capitalized by the fact that Jack knew him so well and knew how bitchy he could get.

He definitely was not unconscious ... Immortal, but not unconscious!

Ianto took the mouth he was offered, kissing his willing partner passionately. Shower stalls not being the most comfortable of locations for coital pursuit, Ianto suggested a strategic retreat to the bedroom, preferably on the bed...

Curiously, beds, his or Jack's, were not their favourite places to play. Office walls or desks as much as any other planar surface were clearly higher on their personal hit parade. The back of the SUV was nice, too.

Ianto recovered –from the nightstand drawer- the handcuffs he'd never re-used on Jack since he returned from the Valiant. But Jack was quiet; was it too soon? Ianto turned, afraid he'd made a mistake, but Jack was waiting quietly for his instructions like an eager puppy waiting for his master to throw the ball.

"You've been waiting for that all night, right?" Ianto asked.

The Captain nodded, eyes sparkling with greed, and Ianto couldn't help but smile. He'd woken up without the slightest desire for revenge.

Jack's demonstration had been more than sufficient to make him understand what his companion could feel when Ianto was taking advantage of his trust, but on the other hand, he wasn't going to be disappointing Jack again anytime soon...

Ianto handcuffed him behind his back and recovered the fluffy tormenting tool.

"Don't move, or I stop immediately, understood?" He said.

Jack nodded his agreement, and Ianto started to work the feather over Jack's body, requiring his lover to keep steady. Ianto went on and on until Jack was just lust and groans, then with great fondness Ianto prepared him, eyes riveted to Jack's, their shared vision blurring with desire.

Ianto took him with strength and passion, taking his time, working the man to his limits. Because this was Jack wanted from him, because that was what Jack loved...

"Sweet little bitch," the Captain said affectionately, nuzzling in the crook of his neck.

"Forgive me," Ianto reiterated.

"Apology accepted, Mr. Jones," Jack replied with a tender grin.

End