Fic: Vizzini's Rule (31/105)
Title: Vizzini's Rule, Chapter 31
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll...well, ok just sex.
Spoilers: Season One thru Countrycide (1x6)
Disclaimer: Torchwood and all its wonderfulness belong to Russell T. Davies and the Mighty Beeb. Just goofin' around!
Summary: In which Ianto is still trying to deal with everything...
Notes: Hope you enjoy!! Oodles of thanks to everyone who's been reading and commenting! :o)
Previous Chapters
Vizzini's Rule: Chapter Thirty-One
The next morning, Ianto dragged himself out of Jack’s bed at the crack of dawn so he could get home to shower and dress before the others came in. Jack protested, pointing out that Ianto had clothes at the Hub, but Ianto insisted.
He tried not to think about the dream as he went through his day, but it kept creeping up on him. At one point, the rest of the team left on a police call and Ianto was alone in the Hub. He found himself standing in the same exact spot as in his dream. He even glanced down at his hands, half expecting to see blood covering them but, of course, there was nothing.
That night Jack overrode all of Ianto’s protests about spending the night again with kisses and caresses so convincing that Ianto found himself drifting off to sleep in the middle of the night, wrapped in Jack’s arms with a very contented smile on his face. He was up before the sun again, anxious to be gone before any of the rest of the team showed up. When Jack laughingly pointed out that none of them were ever in before 9:00, Ianto glared at him and threw a pillow.
The next night was the same. Ianto wanted to go home and Jack persuaded him to stay. Ianto dreaded the idea that someone would find out about them. It was all well and good for Jack to say ‘who cares?’ but Ianto knew that being the boss and fucking one of your employees was a very different place to be than the employee who is fucking his boss. Especially when one of the other employees was Owen.
Ianto was still having the dream. He would wake up once or twice in the night, sweating and shaking. He’d apparently gotten past the screaming part of the new nightmare, because he didn’t seem to wake Jack again, something for which he was grateful. He really didn’t want to have to explain the dream to Jack.
One night about a week after he and Jack had… gotten together? still don’t know what to call it… Ianto lingered in the archives until he was sure everyone had gone. He walked purposefully into Jack’s office and pulled the Captain out of his chair without a word. He leaned Jack against his desk and gave him a bruising kiss as he unbuckled his belt. Then, still without speaking, Ianto dropped to his knees and took Jack into his mouth.
Jack moaned and buried his hands in Ianto’s hair as the younger man eagerly sucked him off. Ianto hoped that whatever he lacked in finesse, he made up for with enthusiasm, hollowing his cheeks around Jack’s cock, desperate to make him come. Jack tried to pull him up several times, but Ianto refused to be moved, wanting to feel Jack, to taste him as he came. Jack finally seemed to read Ianto’s needs, because he braced his hands on the desk and began to thrust in earnest, sliding his cock over Ianto’s tongue.
Ianto concentrated on not choking and opened his throat, drawing Jack deep as he hummed with pleasure. That was enough to send Jack over the edge. He cried out and brought his hands back to Ianto’s hair as he erupted in Ianto’s mouth. He bucked against Ianto’s face, unable to control himself as his orgasm washed over him. Ianto rode it out with him, savoring the taste of Jack on his tongue and the feelings of power and satisfaction that swept through him as he watched Jack come undone. I did that, he thought, and grinned.
When Ianto stood to pull Jack into his arms, he could feel his own erection trapped between them. Jack felt it too and reached down to open Ianto’s trousers as he kissed him. A few quick strokes of Jack’s talented hand and Ianto was shuddering into the kiss. Jack pushed him so that he sat back into the chair and fell to his knees to return the favor. Ianto had just enough time to consider that Jack, on his knees, with a mouthful of cock might be one of the most beautiful sights he had ever seen, before he came with a shout.
For a few moments there was no sound in the Hub but the ever-present drip of water and the two men panting from their exertions. Then Jack raised his head from Ianto’s thigh where he had been resting.
“You are amazing, Ianto Jones. You know that?”
Ianto chuckled and leaned down to kiss Jack, both of them moaning as they tasted themselves in the kiss. He stood up and pulled Jack to his feet. They tidied themselves up and then Ianto took a deep breath.
“Well, good night.”
“Whoa. ‘Good night’? You’re leaving?” Jack asked as he grabbed Ianto’s arm.
“I can’t keep spending every night here, Jack.”
“And why not?” Jack asked, pouting a little. “Aren’t you having fun?”
“Yes, but-”
“But what?” Jack pulled him close, running his hands over Ianto’s body. “We’ll get noodles from that Thai place you want to try, maybe a bottle of wine, and go to bed early so you can get some sleep. Please?
Ianto had been prepared for all kinds of complaints and persuasion, but the ‘please’ threw him. He felt all of his resolutions vanish at the pleading note in Jack’s voice. Knowing he was lost, he returned the embrace and whispered, “Okay.”
Jack grinned.
The noodles were pretty good and Jack went out of his way to be charming all evening, so Ianto didn’t regret his decision. Not until much later.
They had gone to bed early, as promised, but had not gone to sleep right away. Jack had spent an hour giving Ianto a massage and basically worshipping his body with his hands and mouth. Then he spent another hour teasing and tormenting Ianto, bringing him to the brink of orgasm over and over before finally burying himself inside him and driving them both to a shattering climax. Sleep had overtaken them quickly and Ianto didn’t start to dream until later in the night. It was the same dream only this time he didn’t wake up as quickly.
“Where are you?” he yelled and this time he knew who was crying. “Lisa! Where are you?” he yelled. There it was - the blood on his hands. Lisa’s blood. He heard gunshots. “NO!” he cried. He found he could finally move and he ran to the basement. It seemed to be miles underground. He ran down staircase after staircase, hearing the gunshots echoing off the stone walls. He was too late. Lisa, his Lisa, his warm, human, beautiful Lisa was lying on the floor in a pool of blood. “Ianto?” she whispered once before she died. “NO!” he cried. “You monster!” he yelled as he beat on Jack’s chest with bloody hands. “Hey, it’s okay,” Jack soothed, holding Ianto close, his gun pressing into Ianto’s back. “Aren’t you having fun?” he asked and then kissed him.
Ianto woke. There were tears pouring down his face, but he must have been quiet since Jack was still asleep. He felt Jack move lazily against him and was suddenly sick to his stomach. He climbed out of the bed carefully and ran for the bathroom. He threw himself on the floor in front of the toilet and vomited the Thai noodles and the red wine Jack had picked.
When his stomach was empty, he closed the lid and rested his face on the cool porcelain. God, what am I doing here? No matter what I do I betray someone. He heard Jack knocking on the door.
“Ianto? You okay?”
Ianto groaned and flushed the toilet. He pulled himself up off the floor and rinsed his face and mouth at the sink. Jack’s knocking was getting more impatient. He opened the door and tried to smile. “Yeah, don’t think I like that new Thai place after all,” he said ruefully.
Jack reached for him, a concerned look on his face. Ianto flinched and pulled back. “Don’t touch me. I… I’m sorry. I just feel… I need to go home.”
Jack put his hands behind his back in a childish way that would have made Ianto want to kiss him under different circumstances. As it was, he just wanted to get out of there. He grabbed his clothes and dressed hurriedly under Jack’s anxious gaze. He was about to climb the ladder when he heard Jack speak.
“Ianto?” Jack paused and then sighed. “Never mind, I’ll see you tomorrow if you feel up to coming in.”
Ianto just nodded and clambered up the ladder. He headed straight for the cog door, not wanting to linger in the Hub, afraid the dream might catch him somehow.
He spent a restless night in his own bed. His mind racing, trying to come to some decision about his… whatever this is… with Jack and his body betraying him, aching for the warmth of Jack’s skin on his.
TBC in Chapter Thirty-Two
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll...well, ok just sex.
Spoilers: Season One thru Countrycide (1x6)
Disclaimer: Torchwood and all its wonderfulness belong to Russell T. Davies and the Mighty Beeb. Just goofin' around!
Summary: In which Ianto is still trying to deal with everything...
Notes: Hope you enjoy!! Oodles of thanks to everyone who's been reading and commenting! :o)
Previous Chapters
Vizzini's Rule: Chapter Thirty-One
The next morning, Ianto dragged himself out of Jack’s bed at the crack of dawn so he could get home to shower and dress before the others came in. Jack protested, pointing out that Ianto had clothes at the Hub, but Ianto insisted.
He tried not to think about the dream as he went through his day, but it kept creeping up on him. At one point, the rest of the team left on a police call and Ianto was alone in the Hub. He found himself standing in the same exact spot as in his dream. He even glanced down at his hands, half expecting to see blood covering them but, of course, there was nothing.
That night Jack overrode all of Ianto’s protests about spending the night again with kisses and caresses so convincing that Ianto found himself drifting off to sleep in the middle of the night, wrapped in Jack’s arms with a very contented smile on his face. He was up before the sun again, anxious to be gone before any of the rest of the team showed up. When Jack laughingly pointed out that none of them were ever in before 9:00, Ianto glared at him and threw a pillow.
The next night was the same. Ianto wanted to go home and Jack persuaded him to stay. Ianto dreaded the idea that someone would find out about them. It was all well and good for Jack to say ‘who cares?’ but Ianto knew that being the boss and fucking one of your employees was a very different place to be than the employee who is fucking his boss. Especially when one of the other employees was Owen.
Ianto was still having the dream. He would wake up once or twice in the night, sweating and shaking. He’d apparently gotten past the screaming part of the new nightmare, because he didn’t seem to wake Jack again, something for which he was grateful. He really didn’t want to have to explain the dream to Jack.
One night about a week after he and Jack had… gotten together? still don’t know what to call it… Ianto lingered in the archives until he was sure everyone had gone. He walked purposefully into Jack’s office and pulled the Captain out of his chair without a word. He leaned Jack against his desk and gave him a bruising kiss as he unbuckled his belt. Then, still without speaking, Ianto dropped to his knees and took Jack into his mouth.
Jack moaned and buried his hands in Ianto’s hair as the younger man eagerly sucked him off. Ianto hoped that whatever he lacked in finesse, he made up for with enthusiasm, hollowing his cheeks around Jack’s cock, desperate to make him come. Jack tried to pull him up several times, but Ianto refused to be moved, wanting to feel Jack, to taste him as he came. Jack finally seemed to read Ianto’s needs, because he braced his hands on the desk and began to thrust in earnest, sliding his cock over Ianto’s tongue.
Ianto concentrated on not choking and opened his throat, drawing Jack deep as he hummed with pleasure. That was enough to send Jack over the edge. He cried out and brought his hands back to Ianto’s hair as he erupted in Ianto’s mouth. He bucked against Ianto’s face, unable to control himself as his orgasm washed over him. Ianto rode it out with him, savoring the taste of Jack on his tongue and the feelings of power and satisfaction that swept through him as he watched Jack come undone. I did that, he thought, and grinned.
When Ianto stood to pull Jack into his arms, he could feel his own erection trapped between them. Jack felt it too and reached down to open Ianto’s trousers as he kissed him. A few quick strokes of Jack’s talented hand and Ianto was shuddering into the kiss. Jack pushed him so that he sat back into the chair and fell to his knees to return the favor. Ianto had just enough time to consider that Jack, on his knees, with a mouthful of cock might be one of the most beautiful sights he had ever seen, before he came with a shout.
For a few moments there was no sound in the Hub but the ever-present drip of water and the two men panting from their exertions. Then Jack raised his head from Ianto’s thigh where he had been resting.
“You are amazing, Ianto Jones. You know that?”
Ianto chuckled and leaned down to kiss Jack, both of them moaning as they tasted themselves in the kiss. He stood up and pulled Jack to his feet. They tidied themselves up and then Ianto took a deep breath.
“Well, good night.”
“Whoa. ‘Good night’? You’re leaving?” Jack asked as he grabbed Ianto’s arm.
“I can’t keep spending every night here, Jack.”
“And why not?” Jack asked, pouting a little. “Aren’t you having fun?”
“Yes, but-”
“But what?” Jack pulled him close, running his hands over Ianto’s body. “We’ll get noodles from that Thai place you want to try, maybe a bottle of wine, and go to bed early so you can get some sleep. Please?
Ianto had been prepared for all kinds of complaints and persuasion, but the ‘please’ threw him. He felt all of his resolutions vanish at the pleading note in Jack’s voice. Knowing he was lost, he returned the embrace and whispered, “Okay.”
Jack grinned.
The noodles were pretty good and Jack went out of his way to be charming all evening, so Ianto didn’t regret his decision. Not until much later.
They had gone to bed early, as promised, but had not gone to sleep right away. Jack had spent an hour giving Ianto a massage and basically worshipping his body with his hands and mouth. Then he spent another hour teasing and tormenting Ianto, bringing him to the brink of orgasm over and over before finally burying himself inside him and driving them both to a shattering climax. Sleep had overtaken them quickly and Ianto didn’t start to dream until later in the night. It was the same dream only this time he didn’t wake up as quickly.
“Where are you?” he yelled and this time he knew who was crying. “Lisa! Where are you?” he yelled. There it was - the blood on his hands. Lisa’s blood. He heard gunshots. “NO!” he cried. He found he could finally move and he ran to the basement. It seemed to be miles underground. He ran down staircase after staircase, hearing the gunshots echoing off the stone walls. He was too late. Lisa, his Lisa, his warm, human, beautiful Lisa was lying on the floor in a pool of blood. “Ianto?” she whispered once before she died. “NO!” he cried. “You monster!” he yelled as he beat on Jack’s chest with bloody hands. “Hey, it’s okay,” Jack soothed, holding Ianto close, his gun pressing into Ianto’s back. “Aren’t you having fun?” he asked and then kissed him.
Ianto woke. There were tears pouring down his face, but he must have been quiet since Jack was still asleep. He felt Jack move lazily against him and was suddenly sick to his stomach. He climbed out of the bed carefully and ran for the bathroom. He threw himself on the floor in front of the toilet and vomited the Thai noodles and the red wine Jack had picked.
When his stomach was empty, he closed the lid and rested his face on the cool porcelain. God, what am I doing here? No matter what I do I betray someone. He heard Jack knocking on the door.
“Ianto? You okay?”
Ianto groaned and flushed the toilet. He pulled himself up off the floor and rinsed his face and mouth at the sink. Jack’s knocking was getting more impatient. He opened the door and tried to smile. “Yeah, don’t think I like that new Thai place after all,” he said ruefully.
Jack reached for him, a concerned look on his face. Ianto flinched and pulled back. “Don’t touch me. I… I’m sorry. I just feel… I need to go home.”
Jack put his hands behind his back in a childish way that would have made Ianto want to kiss him under different circumstances. As it was, he just wanted to get out of there. He grabbed his clothes and dressed hurriedly under Jack’s anxious gaze. He was about to climb the ladder when he heard Jack speak.
“Ianto?” Jack paused and then sighed. “Never mind, I’ll see you tomorrow if you feel up to coming in.”
Ianto just nodded and clambered up the ladder. He headed straight for the cog door, not wanting to linger in the Hub, afraid the dream might catch him somehow.
He spent a restless night in his own bed. His mind racing, trying to come to some decision about his… whatever this is… with Jack and his body betraying him, aching for the warmth of Jack’s skin on his.
TBC in Chapter Thirty-Two