Author's note: Another major M chapter. Again I must apologize.
Ianto awoke with a start, his breathing ragged and his pulse racing. He could feel someone pressed against him, petting his hair and murmuring to him.
"Shh, Yan, it's ok. It was only a nightmare. It's ok." The Welshman felt a wave of comfort flow through his body. He sighed deeply, snuggling back into the figure behind him, surprised to find a layer of cloth between him and the usually bare flesh of his lover. He glanced down, only to find himself dressed. The memories of the night before flood him suddenly, overpowering the comfort and the lingering fear from his hellish dreams. Jack had been kind to him. More than kind, he had been downright loving. The Welshman knew how hard it must have been for the usually insatiable captain to restrain himself, and a rising warmth spread through him. With that warmth, he found, came quite a bit of arousal.
"Jack." He whispered, a twinge of lust filling the word. The immortal paused in his gentle stroking of the Welshman's hair, unsure of the implications the word contained.
"Feeling better?" The Captain opted, trying to keep himself at bay. Ianto rolled over, facing his captain with dark eyes.
"A lot, thank you." The Welshman reached a hand up, absentmindedly trailing burning patterns across the cool skin of the Immortal's back . Jack's breath hitched in his throat. The response didn't go unnoticed to Ianto, who smiled broadly. "It appears that I need to thank you for last night. I was so exhausted that I remember falling asleep in the SUV, and nothing much after that." Jack looked nervously at the Welshman.
"Yea, you were pretty out of it. We came inside and went to bed." The captain shrugged. Suppressing a shiver when the motion caused Ianto's fingers to dance across his bare skin.
"A pity. I remember how much you were looking forward to that night." The Welshman's voice was low and rough, each syllable sent shivers down Jack's spine.
"You were not in any kind of condition to do anything but sleep." The immortal stated, as though he were quoting a line that had been well rehearsed. Ianto moved his fingers forward, inching back so that he could run them over Jack's chest.
"I seem to be doing much better now, sir." The captain felt himself stir as his lover growled the title.
"It appears so, though I should probably see just how well you're feeling. I don't want anything happening to you." Ianto pushed Jack onto his back, fingers waltzing over his skin as the Welshman moved on top of his lover.
"Something has already happened I'm afraid. Though I do believe that you know how to fix it.
Jack's breathing sped up rapidly, as he felt his senses fogging over.
"Damn. How does he do this to me?" A chuckle, deep inside the recesses of his mind. Ianto bent his head over his lover's ear, warm breath burning the skin it touched.
"I can hear you sir." Jack grinned, turning his face to that of his lover.
"Are you going to answer my question?" Ianto pulled back, looming over the captain.
"Make me." In a flash Jack had switch places with the Welshman, leaving him breathless and pinned.
"If you insist." The immortal sat, for a moment, contemplating the man beneath him. For what felt like ages, to the Welshman at least, he simply sat thee. His arms crossed, as he gazed at Ianto. Then, in the blink of an eye, he descended upon his boyfriend. The immortal deftly unfastened Ianto's silk shirt, managing, miraculously, not to pop a single one. Ianto made to rid himself of the garment, but Jack pinned his arms down.
"Not going to happen. You won't answer my question, you get no say in what I do." As if to prove this point, the immortal leaned in, teeth raking raised lines over the Welshman's now exposed chest. Ianto hissed. Jack looked up suddenly, afraid to have harmed his lover, but the flush of his love's cheeks and the way felt the Welshman's breath catch at the action, spired the immortal forward. With one more brief glance at Ianto, he bent forward, biting sharply, the tender skin of Ianto's neck. The Welshman yelped in surprise. The immortal ran his tongue over the red mark he made, soothing the flesh wile sucking on it lightly. Ianto made to grab at Jack, and again he was met with restraint.
"Try again, and I'll tie you up." Ianto froze. Was Jack serious. He looked into his captain's eyes, and reached out through their bond, only to find that indeed he was. Instead of fear though, the Welshman felt excitement. Bondage was something that they had never tried, though he often hear Jack fantasize about it. Naturally he had always been apprehensive about it, but now… The Welshman struggled against Jack's hold once more, pulling his arm up and stoking the immortals side. Jack looked down at his lover, and saw the challenge there, waiting for him to take it on.
"You asked for it." Jack pulled at Ianto's shirt sleeve, yanking the red garment off of the Welshman. He quickly tied it around Ianto's wrist, pulling it and the wrist up over the Welshman's head. He looped it through the metal bars of the head board, before glancing back down at Ianto. He felt a flicker of fear pass through the man as he grasped his wrist, but it passed, pure desire feeling it's place. After fully securing Ianto's hands with his shirt, the immortal glanced down at the man before him, before whispering.
"Blue Gillespie." The Welshman nodded, remembering the safe word, but silently promising not to use it. Jack returned his attention to torturing his lover, his tongue lapping at every tender or sensitive spot across the whole of the Welshman's torso. Ianto writhed against his bonds with every touch, surprised by how limited his mobility was when faced with the silken bonds. Jack's teasing came down to Ianto's waist line, the low rising pants allowing a the immortal to trace his tongue across the tender skin of the Welshman's hips. Jack pulled back the waistband of his lover's pants, slightly annoyed with himself for leaving Ianto's underwear on the night before. HE could see the Welshman's need straining against its confines, which were already darkening in places. The immortal smiled.
"Are you going to answer me now?" Jack said, swirling his fingers across the fabric of Ianto's pants. The Welshman didn't dare to speak. "Ok then. I guess that I still have to persuade you." A wicked grin appeared on the immortal's face, further pulling at Ianto's arousal. Jack too felt the increase in desire from his lover, as he bent forward once more, mouth latching over Ianto's as his fingers caressed the Welshman's length through the cloth. The contact had Ianto moaning, with his lover swallowing every sound. Jack's skilled fingers brought the Welshman higher and higher, before he stopped. Jack rocked back, releasing all contact with Ianto. The Welshman met Jack's mischievous grin with a look of absolute horror.
"Jack. Please." Ianto rasped, but the captain simply looked at him.
"Please what Yan?" Ianto jerked forward roweled, annoyed by his captain's cocky attitude, and pushed further by his intense and burning need.
"I need you sir." The Welshman said straining harder against his bonds. Jack wanted to prolong this moment. HE wanted to make Ianto beg and pleaded and writhe, but he could feel for himself the fire in his lover's veins, and the painful need at his core. The immortal stood, divesting himself of his own clothing, before removing Ianto of his. HE paused then, memorizing every line and curve of the man before him. From the tense muscles to the sweat beaded brow, the captain committed every inch of the sight before him to memory, every inch of the man he loved. The immortal kissed Ianto again, this one less demanding and more passionate. Jack straddled Ianto once more, both men groaning when their arousals brushed briefly together. The overheated skin burned at the contact. Ianto backed then suddenly, as though possessed. He pushed his hips upward and ground them against the captains.
"Ianto!" The immortal gasped, caught off guard by the sudden contact. He felt Ianto climbing quickly to the brink. Jack pulled away, stopping Ianto from gaining his much needed release. The fire was through both of them now, neither one able to keep control for much longer. Their one needs were doubly intensified by feeling the other's. Jack scrounged desperately through the bedside drawers for the bottle of lube. He nearly howled in triumph when he found what he wanted. He poured the contents onto his fingers watching as Ianto parted his legs in anticipation. One finger breached the Welshman, earning a loud gasp.
"Jack. Please." Ianto panted once more, his whole body archer upwards, begging for release A second quickly joined the first, neither man worrying about prolonging the effects, each simply wanting release.
"Need you now. Want you now." He was begging. Exactly what Jack had been craving earlier.
"Not prepared enough. 'll hurt you." Jack rasped. But Ianto was beyond reason.
"Don't care." Jack looked into Ianto's nearly black eyes, and felt the burning need ripping at him again. With one final 'Are you sure' He prepared himself, before plunging into his lover. The Tightness and heat was nearly too much for Jack, who tried desperately to hang on. Ianto himself felt his vision darken further, as the sensations rippled through him.
"So tight." Jack rasped, as Ianto quivered around him. A buck of the hips and Jack moved, his climax so fast approaching. A few more strokes and Ianto screamed, ribbons of white covering his chest. The selfsame stars danced across the captain's eyes as Jack filled his lover. They collapsed then, Jack next to Ianto, who shivered in his bonds. For a few moments neither man could speak, the simply remained motionless. Then Ianto groaned, tugging once more at his binds.
"Jack. Untie me." He murmured. And the captain pushed himself up on shaky arms. He went to undo the knots of the Welshman's sleeves, releasing his lover of his bonds. Ianto rubbed his reddened wrists slightly, before closing his eyes.