Fic: Vizzini's Rule (90/105)
Title: Vizzini's Rule, Chapter 90
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: It’s Sunday - and that means smut. :)
Spoilers: Season One thru Captain Jack Harkness (1x12)
Disclaimer: Torchwood and all its wonderfulness belong to Russell T. Davies and the Mighty Beeb. Just goofin' around! All ©’s to Catherine Tregenna for dialogue and situations borrowed from Captain Jack Harkness - no infringement, only worship intended.
Summary: In which Ianto feels bad about trying to stop Owen and Jack makes him feel better…
Notes: Alrighty, we’re teetering on the precipice of the fallout from CJH - but we’re not there yet! First some conversation and smutty goodness from the boys. Sorry I didn’t get a chapter up on Friday but if it’s any consolation, not only is this smut for Sunday, it’s also about twice the length of my normal chapters! *hugs* to thrace_adams who is not only a fabulous beta and a fabulous writer, she’s kicking NaNo’s ass!! :D
Previous Chapters
Vizzini's Rule: Chapter Ninety
Ianto was surprised that Jack didn’t join him by the coffeemaker as soon as Owen and Tosh had gone. When he looked over the side of the railing, Jack was standing at Tosh’s workstation running a report. Ianto could hear the whirr-clack of the printer as it churned out page after page of information. Sighing, Ianto turned back to the coffee. After he’d filled two cups, he sighed again and reached for the carafe and the tray. Looks like we’ll be working late tonight, he thought, and actually working at that. He added a package of biscuits after he’d finished filling the carafe and picked up the tray.
As he made his way carefully down the stairs, he watched Jack pick up a loose sheet of paper from the floor.
“Ianto?” Jack called without turning around.
“Yes, sir?” Ianto replied. He set down the tray and joined Jack.
Jack showed him the paper. It was one of the sheets from the blueprint file. “You opened the safe for him?”
“I most certainly did not,” Ianto said, taking the sheet from Jack. “And frankly, I’m insulted you would even think that,” he added stiffly.
Jack looked at him carefully, the suspicion on his face melting away with a soft smile. “I apologize, Ianto.” He reached up to stroke his lover’s cheek gently. “Of course you didn’t. You really did try to stop him, didn’t you?”
Ianto felt his cheeks flush at the look in Jack’s eyes. “Well I didn’t shoot him for sport, now did I?”
Jack laughed. “No one would blame you if you did. How did he get in the safe then?”
“He found your journal. Really, Jack. Writing down all the passwords and codes to the Hub on one page?” Ianto clucked in disapproval. “Not the brightest move.”
Jack had the grace to look ashamed. “I know, I just can’t ever remember all of them.” He sighed. “I guess we’ll need to reprogram the secure archives. Maybe this time we can pick something I can remember without writing it down.”
“Any suggestions?” Ianto asked.
“Hmm… How about one-nine-zero-eight-one-nine-eight-three?”
Ianto shook his head. “Only eight numbers, you need nine.”
Jack smiled at him and this time it almost reached his eyes. “Picky picky. You’re not even going to comment my choice of numbers?” he asked as he stepped forward and rested his hands on Ianto’s hips.
“What about them?” Ianto asked, confused.
“You have to break them up a bit,” Jack explained. “19,” he said and kissed Ianto’s cheek. “08,” a kiss to his forehead. “1983,” a final kiss on his other cheek.
Ianto flushed and swallowed hard. “You… you want to make the combination my… my birthday?”
“I’d be able to remember it then,” Jack said quietly, his voice taking on a dreamy quality as he stroked Ianto’s cheek. “When I looked you up after that night in the park, I couldn’t believe how young you were… are. But you stood up to Owen, tried to stop him. Thank you for that.”
“You’re… you’re thanking me?” Ianto said, stepping back from Jack’s embrace. “You should hate me. I tried to abandon you in the past!”
“No, Ianto. You tried to follow orders, to protect the world from the rift. You did the right thing.”
“But Owen was right. The world didn’t end.”
“Not yet,” Jack muttered.
“What do you mean?” Ianto asked.
“I mean I have no idea how Owen’s actions will affect the rift. We may be feeling the ripples of today for a very long time.”
“But if he’d listened to me, you and Tosh would still be stuck in 1941.”
“We would have found some way back,” Jack said firmly.
“I couldn’t see how,” Ianto whispered. “I thought I’d lost you forever.”
“But you didn’t,” Jack said.
“I didn’t want to stop Owen. I wanted to help him.”
“But you didn’t,” Jack said again. “That’s what makes you amazing, Ianto Jones.”
“I was so scared,” Ianto whimpered. He felt the panic tighten in his chest again. He tried to take a deep breath but the photograph of Jack in 1941 seemed to swim before his eyes and all the emotion he’d fought against all day overwhelmed him. He gasped for breath.
“Ianto?” Jack asked. “Ianto!”
Jack sounded very far away. Ianto turned away, not wanting Jack to see him break. Have to be strong, he thought as he fought to get air into his lungs. Strong…
“Ianto, come here!” Jack ordered, spinning Ianto around to face him again. He placed his hands on either side of Ianto’s face. “Look at me. I’m here, we’re both here together. Okay? I need you to focus, breathe for me, Yan.”
“Can’t -”
“Yes, you can. One deep breath, okay? Just one.”
Ianto tried to do as Jack asked. Trembling with the effort, he tried to slow his gasping breaths. Slowly, Ianto felt his body begin to obey. Jack continued to talk him through the attack until his breathing gradually returned to normal. Then Jack pulled him into his arms and held him close, rocking him gently.
After a long silence, Jack whispered, “Been a while since you had one of those.”
Ianto nodded.
“Rough day,” Jack said drily.
Ianto let out a choked laugh and nodded again.
“Come on,” Jack instructed. “The reports can wait until tomorrow.” He led Ianto to his office and down the ladder to his room. Jack gave him a quick kiss and then crossed to the bathroom. Ianto heard the water in the shower start and then Jack reappeared to take him in his arms again. Between soft kisses, Jack whispered, “Hot shower, followed by a glass of brandy, followed by bed.”
“What if I’m not tired?” Ianto said, shivering as Jack’s lips found their favorite spot behind his ear.
“I didn’t say ‘sleep’ now did I?” Jack teased. He reached up to loosen Ianto’s tie.
“No, sir,” Ianto agreed. He undressed Jack with practiced ease as Jack stripped him of his clothes. Steam was beginning to pour out of the bathroom by the time they made their way across the room.
When the hot water hit his body and Jack pulled him into his arms, Ianto relaxed for the first time since Jack had kissed him that morning. The shower was long and leisurely, both of them savoring each other, building their arousal slowly.
Jack washed Ianto’s hair, drawing out the task as long as possible, massaging his scalp and then trailing soapy hands down over his neck and his shoulders, rubbing at the tension until Ianto was moaning under his touch. Ianto returned the favor, washing Jack’s hair with some difficulty since Jack refused to turn around. Instead he clung to Ianto while he worked, peppering him with kisses. They each grabbed a bar of soap and lathered one another up simultaneously, kissing slowly, separating only when oxygen became an absolute necessity.
They rinsed and shut off the water. Jack reached over the shower door to grab two towels. He wrapped one around his waist, wincing as the material brushed his erection, and handed the other to Ianto. They got out of the shower and dried off quickly. Jack gave Ianto a long, deep kiss and murmured, “Get into bed, I’ll get the brandy.”
Ianto pulled back the covers and slid between the sheets. The warmth from the shower was just beginning to ebb when Jack returned carrying two glasses of brandy. He joined Ianto in bed, sliding his still-warm skin against Ianto who shivered pleasantly.
“Cold already?” Jack asked solicitously. “I’ll warm you up,” he promised. He wrapped an arm around Ianto as he took a sip of his brandy. “Feeling better?”
Ianto nodded. “I’m sorry I -”
Jack shook his head. “None of that now. Should we toast something?”
“What were you and Tosh toasting earlier?” Ianto asked.
Jack froze for a second and then said, “That’s a longer story than I’d like to go into right now, Yan.”
“Well, then we can toast your safe passage,” Ianto said calmly, pleased that Jack hadn’t lied to him and made something up.
“Safe passage,” Jack said and clinked his glass against Ianto’s. He finished his brandy and watched Ianto do the same. He set the glasses on the floor, just under the bed so they wouldn’t step on them by accident and turned to take Ianto into his arms.
They kissed slowly, letting the need between them build again. The heat from Jack’s body poured into Ianto through his lips and his hands as they moved against one another under the covers, silently caressing, kissing, touching, stroking, until they were both panting with desire. Jack slid a hand under the pillows for the bottle of lubricant they kept there. Still not speaking, he raised an eyebrow at Ianto, the question clear. Ianto rolled onto his back and pulled Jack on top of him. Ever so slowly, Ianto spread his legs and drew them up to wrap them around Jack’s hips. The movement not only answered Jack’s unspoken question, it aligned their cocks perfectly, making them both moan.
Jack flipped open the cap on the small bottle and the spicy scent of cinnamon filled the air. He shifted slightly on top of Ianto as he reached down and stroked gently at the opening to Ianto’s body. Ianto tightened his grip on Jack’s shoulders and threw his head back, moaning softly under Jack’s hands. As Jack slid one slick finger inside Ianto, he leaned down and began to suck gently at the pulse pounding madly in Ianto’s neck.
“Jack!” Ianto whispered urgently.
Jack didn’t reply with words, he just nipped at Ianto’s neck and added a second finger. He scissored his fingers, stretching Ianto, readying him carefully as he left his mark on the delicate skin of Ianto’s neck.
Ianto’s breathing became more and more ragged as he panted under the dual assault of Jack’s fingers and his mouth. He buried a hand in Jack’s thick hair, moaning again as Jack slid his lips up the column of Ianto’s neck and along his jaw to find his mouth. Jack kissed Ianto almost desperately, a slight hitch in his breath that almost sounded like a sob. Before Ianto could pull back to see if anything was wrong, Jack had removed his fingers and Ianto felt the blunt head of his cock nudging at his entrance. Ianto hooked his arm under his knee and pulled his right leg up to his chest, opening himself completely to Jack.
Jack groaned and pressed forward slowly, ever so slowly, until he was fully sheathed inside Ianto. He leaned down to kiss Ianto again as he waited for a sign, for his lover to relax around him that last little bit.
Ianto found this strangely silent Jack an interesting change. He pushed his hips up against Jack, hoping he was communicating his desires clearly. Jack had no trouble reading his body language at all. He loosened Ianto’s grip on his knee and stretched his leg up along his chest while Ianto hooked his other leg around Jack’s hip, resting his foot on the curve of Jack’s arse. Once they were situated to Jack’s liking, he began to move, thrusting in and out of Ianto in a smooth steady rhythm. He swiveled his hips every third or fourth stroke, sliding his cock expertly across Ianto’s prostate, leaning forward to capture Ianto’s moans with deep, soft kisses.
It didn’t take long for Ianto to reach the precipice. He was trembling under Jack, trying to hold back his release so they could come together. Jack must have sensed how close he was because he sped up his thrusts and reached down to stroke Ianto’s cock. Ianto squeezed Jack’s cock as he thrust, feeling oddly triumphant when a moan of pleasure escaped his lover’s lips. Jack responded by stepping up his thrusts again, slamming his hips into Ianto repeatedly as his hand jerked Ianto’s cock in perfect time.
“Jack!” Ianto cried out, his voice sounding unusually loud as his orgasm hit him with wave after wave of dizzying pleasure. He clenched around Jack and bowed off the bed as he erupted over Jack’s hand and his own belly. He felt Jack thrust into him one more time before following him into bliss with a strange, heart-wrenching cry that sounded more like agony than ecstasy. But when he collapsed onto Ianto’s chest and kissed him softly as they both tried to slow their breathing, he seemed like his usual self.
Jack leaned over the side of the bed to grab his bath towel from the floor where he’d dropped it earlier. He cleaned them up quickly and then pulled Ianto into his arms for a long, deep kiss.
“Jack?” Ianto whispered.
“Hmmm?” Jack hummed as he kissed his way across Ianto’s cheekbone.
“I’m glad you’re back.”
Jack sighed deeply. “Me too, Yan.” He kissed Ianto softly on the lips and then rolled him gently to his side. As he spooned against him with his arm across Ianto’s chest in their favorite sleeping position, he kissed Ianto’s shoulder and then whispered, “Get some sleep now.”
But Ianto lay awake for a long time after Jack had drifted off, listening to his lover breathe and offering up prayers of thanks to any deity willing to listen that Jack was home.
TBC in Chapter Ninety-One
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: It’s Sunday - and that means smut. :)
Spoilers: Season One thru Captain Jack Harkness (1x12)
Disclaimer: Torchwood and all its wonderfulness belong to Russell T. Davies and the Mighty Beeb. Just goofin' around! All ©’s to Catherine Tregenna for dialogue and situations borrowed from Captain Jack Harkness - no infringement, only worship intended.
Summary: In which Ianto feels bad about trying to stop Owen and Jack makes him feel better…
Notes: Alrighty, we’re teetering on the precipice of the fallout from CJH - but we’re not there yet! First some conversation and smutty goodness from the boys. Sorry I didn’t get a chapter up on Friday but if it’s any consolation, not only is this smut for Sunday, it’s also about twice the length of my normal chapters! *hugs* to thrace_adams who is not only a fabulous beta and a fabulous writer, she’s kicking NaNo’s ass!! :D
Previous Chapters
Vizzini's Rule: Chapter Ninety
Ianto was surprised that Jack didn’t join him by the coffeemaker as soon as Owen and Tosh had gone. When he looked over the side of the railing, Jack was standing at Tosh’s workstation running a report. Ianto could hear the whirr-clack of the printer as it churned out page after page of information. Sighing, Ianto turned back to the coffee. After he’d filled two cups, he sighed again and reached for the carafe and the tray. Looks like we’ll be working late tonight, he thought, and actually working at that. He added a package of biscuits after he’d finished filling the carafe and picked up the tray.
As he made his way carefully down the stairs, he watched Jack pick up a loose sheet of paper from the floor.
“Ianto?” Jack called without turning around.
“Yes, sir?” Ianto replied. He set down the tray and joined Jack.
Jack showed him the paper. It was one of the sheets from the blueprint file. “You opened the safe for him?”
“I most certainly did not,” Ianto said, taking the sheet from Jack. “And frankly, I’m insulted you would even think that,” he added stiffly.
Jack looked at him carefully, the suspicion on his face melting away with a soft smile. “I apologize, Ianto.” He reached up to stroke his lover’s cheek gently. “Of course you didn’t. You really did try to stop him, didn’t you?”
Ianto felt his cheeks flush at the look in Jack’s eyes. “Well I didn’t shoot him for sport, now did I?”
Jack laughed. “No one would blame you if you did. How did he get in the safe then?”
“He found your journal. Really, Jack. Writing down all the passwords and codes to the Hub on one page?” Ianto clucked in disapproval. “Not the brightest move.”
Jack had the grace to look ashamed. “I know, I just can’t ever remember all of them.” He sighed. “I guess we’ll need to reprogram the secure archives. Maybe this time we can pick something I can remember without writing it down.”
“Any suggestions?” Ianto asked.
“Hmm… How about one-nine-zero-eight-one-nine-eight-three?”
Ianto shook his head. “Only eight numbers, you need nine.”
Jack smiled at him and this time it almost reached his eyes. “Picky picky. You’re not even going to comment my choice of numbers?” he asked as he stepped forward and rested his hands on Ianto’s hips.
“What about them?” Ianto asked, confused.
“You have to break them up a bit,” Jack explained. “19,” he said and kissed Ianto’s cheek. “08,” a kiss to his forehead. “1983,” a final kiss on his other cheek.
Ianto flushed and swallowed hard. “You… you want to make the combination my… my birthday?”
“I’d be able to remember it then,” Jack said quietly, his voice taking on a dreamy quality as he stroked Ianto’s cheek. “When I looked you up after that night in the park, I couldn’t believe how young you were… are. But you stood up to Owen, tried to stop him. Thank you for that.”
“You’re… you’re thanking me?” Ianto said, stepping back from Jack’s embrace. “You should hate me. I tried to abandon you in the past!”
“No, Ianto. You tried to follow orders, to protect the world from the rift. You did the right thing.”
“But Owen was right. The world didn’t end.”
“Not yet,” Jack muttered.
“What do you mean?” Ianto asked.
“I mean I have no idea how Owen’s actions will affect the rift. We may be feeling the ripples of today for a very long time.”
“But if he’d listened to me, you and Tosh would still be stuck in 1941.”
“We would have found some way back,” Jack said firmly.
“I couldn’t see how,” Ianto whispered. “I thought I’d lost you forever.”
“But you didn’t,” Jack said.
“I didn’t want to stop Owen. I wanted to help him.”
“But you didn’t,” Jack said again. “That’s what makes you amazing, Ianto Jones.”
“I was so scared,” Ianto whimpered. He felt the panic tighten in his chest again. He tried to take a deep breath but the photograph of Jack in 1941 seemed to swim before his eyes and all the emotion he’d fought against all day overwhelmed him. He gasped for breath.
“Ianto?” Jack asked. “Ianto!”
Jack sounded very far away. Ianto turned away, not wanting Jack to see him break. Have to be strong, he thought as he fought to get air into his lungs. Strong…
“Ianto, come here!” Jack ordered, spinning Ianto around to face him again. He placed his hands on either side of Ianto’s face. “Look at me. I’m here, we’re both here together. Okay? I need you to focus, breathe for me, Yan.”
“Can’t -”
“Yes, you can. One deep breath, okay? Just one.”
Ianto tried to do as Jack asked. Trembling with the effort, he tried to slow his gasping breaths. Slowly, Ianto felt his body begin to obey. Jack continued to talk him through the attack until his breathing gradually returned to normal. Then Jack pulled him into his arms and held him close, rocking him gently.
After a long silence, Jack whispered, “Been a while since you had one of those.”
Ianto nodded.
“Rough day,” Jack said drily.
Ianto let out a choked laugh and nodded again.
“Come on,” Jack instructed. “The reports can wait until tomorrow.” He led Ianto to his office and down the ladder to his room. Jack gave him a quick kiss and then crossed to the bathroom. Ianto heard the water in the shower start and then Jack reappeared to take him in his arms again. Between soft kisses, Jack whispered, “Hot shower, followed by a glass of brandy, followed by bed.”
“What if I’m not tired?” Ianto said, shivering as Jack’s lips found their favorite spot behind his ear.
“I didn’t say ‘sleep’ now did I?” Jack teased. He reached up to loosen Ianto’s tie.
“No, sir,” Ianto agreed. He undressed Jack with practiced ease as Jack stripped him of his clothes. Steam was beginning to pour out of the bathroom by the time they made their way across the room.
When the hot water hit his body and Jack pulled him into his arms, Ianto relaxed for the first time since Jack had kissed him that morning. The shower was long and leisurely, both of them savoring each other, building their arousal slowly.
Jack washed Ianto’s hair, drawing out the task as long as possible, massaging his scalp and then trailing soapy hands down over his neck and his shoulders, rubbing at the tension until Ianto was moaning under his touch. Ianto returned the favor, washing Jack’s hair with some difficulty since Jack refused to turn around. Instead he clung to Ianto while he worked, peppering him with kisses. They each grabbed a bar of soap and lathered one another up simultaneously, kissing slowly, separating only when oxygen became an absolute necessity.
They rinsed and shut off the water. Jack reached over the shower door to grab two towels. He wrapped one around his waist, wincing as the material brushed his erection, and handed the other to Ianto. They got out of the shower and dried off quickly. Jack gave Ianto a long, deep kiss and murmured, “Get into bed, I’ll get the brandy.”
Ianto pulled back the covers and slid between the sheets. The warmth from the shower was just beginning to ebb when Jack returned carrying two glasses of brandy. He joined Ianto in bed, sliding his still-warm skin against Ianto who shivered pleasantly.
“Cold already?” Jack asked solicitously. “I’ll warm you up,” he promised. He wrapped an arm around Ianto as he took a sip of his brandy. “Feeling better?”
Ianto nodded. “I’m sorry I -”
Jack shook his head. “None of that now. Should we toast something?”
“What were you and Tosh toasting earlier?” Ianto asked.
Jack froze for a second and then said, “That’s a longer story than I’d like to go into right now, Yan.”
“Well, then we can toast your safe passage,” Ianto said calmly, pleased that Jack hadn’t lied to him and made something up.
“Safe passage,” Jack said and clinked his glass against Ianto’s. He finished his brandy and watched Ianto do the same. He set the glasses on the floor, just under the bed so they wouldn’t step on them by accident and turned to take Ianto into his arms.
They kissed slowly, letting the need between them build again. The heat from Jack’s body poured into Ianto through his lips and his hands as they moved against one another under the covers, silently caressing, kissing, touching, stroking, until they were both panting with desire. Jack slid a hand under the pillows for the bottle of lubricant they kept there. Still not speaking, he raised an eyebrow at Ianto, the question clear. Ianto rolled onto his back and pulled Jack on top of him. Ever so slowly, Ianto spread his legs and drew them up to wrap them around Jack’s hips. The movement not only answered Jack’s unspoken question, it aligned their cocks perfectly, making them both moan.
Jack flipped open the cap on the small bottle and the spicy scent of cinnamon filled the air. He shifted slightly on top of Ianto as he reached down and stroked gently at the opening to Ianto’s body. Ianto tightened his grip on Jack’s shoulders and threw his head back, moaning softly under Jack’s hands. As Jack slid one slick finger inside Ianto, he leaned down and began to suck gently at the pulse pounding madly in Ianto’s neck.
“Jack!” Ianto whispered urgently.
Jack didn’t reply with words, he just nipped at Ianto’s neck and added a second finger. He scissored his fingers, stretching Ianto, readying him carefully as he left his mark on the delicate skin of Ianto’s neck.
Ianto’s breathing became more and more ragged as he panted under the dual assault of Jack’s fingers and his mouth. He buried a hand in Jack’s thick hair, moaning again as Jack slid his lips up the column of Ianto’s neck and along his jaw to find his mouth. Jack kissed Ianto almost desperately, a slight hitch in his breath that almost sounded like a sob. Before Ianto could pull back to see if anything was wrong, Jack had removed his fingers and Ianto felt the blunt head of his cock nudging at his entrance. Ianto hooked his arm under his knee and pulled his right leg up to his chest, opening himself completely to Jack.
Jack groaned and pressed forward slowly, ever so slowly, until he was fully sheathed inside Ianto. He leaned down to kiss Ianto again as he waited for a sign, for his lover to relax around him that last little bit.
Ianto found this strangely silent Jack an interesting change. He pushed his hips up against Jack, hoping he was communicating his desires clearly. Jack had no trouble reading his body language at all. He loosened Ianto’s grip on his knee and stretched his leg up along his chest while Ianto hooked his other leg around Jack’s hip, resting his foot on the curve of Jack’s arse. Once they were situated to Jack’s liking, he began to move, thrusting in and out of Ianto in a smooth steady rhythm. He swiveled his hips every third or fourth stroke, sliding his cock expertly across Ianto’s prostate, leaning forward to capture Ianto’s moans with deep, soft kisses.
It didn’t take long for Ianto to reach the precipice. He was trembling under Jack, trying to hold back his release so they could come together. Jack must have sensed how close he was because he sped up his thrusts and reached down to stroke Ianto’s cock. Ianto squeezed Jack’s cock as he thrust, feeling oddly triumphant when a moan of pleasure escaped his lover’s lips. Jack responded by stepping up his thrusts again, slamming his hips into Ianto repeatedly as his hand jerked Ianto’s cock in perfect time.
“Jack!” Ianto cried out, his voice sounding unusually loud as his orgasm hit him with wave after wave of dizzying pleasure. He clenched around Jack and bowed off the bed as he erupted over Jack’s hand and his own belly. He felt Jack thrust into him one more time before following him into bliss with a strange, heart-wrenching cry that sounded more like agony than ecstasy. But when he collapsed onto Ianto’s chest and kissed him softly as they both tried to slow their breathing, he seemed like his usual self.
Jack leaned over the side of the bed to grab his bath towel from the floor where he’d dropped it earlier. He cleaned them up quickly and then pulled Ianto into his arms for a long, deep kiss.
“Jack?” Ianto whispered.
“Hmmm?” Jack hummed as he kissed his way across Ianto’s cheekbone.
“I’m glad you’re back.”
Jack sighed deeply. “Me too, Yan.” He kissed Ianto softly on the lips and then rolled him gently to his side. As he spooned against him with his arm across Ianto’s chest in their favorite sleeping position, he kissed Ianto’s shoulder and then whispered, “Get some sleep now.”
But Ianto lay awake for a long time after Jack had drifted off, listening to his lover breathe and offering up prayers of thanks to any deity willing to listen that Jack was home.
TBC in Chapter Ninety-One