Cured....? Part 2
This is a follow on from Quarantine, a completely AU fic and "Giant Porn Fest", the index for which can be found here http://jovialien.livejournal.com/41489.html
“Wait.” Ianto paused, holding his hands behind his back again as he turned to face the Master, the ancient alien leaning against the desk, alone, his tone almost… pleading. Ianto raised his eyebrows quizzically as he regarded the pathetic creature.
“Is there anything else I can help you with?” The Master looked confused for a moment, conflicted… Then he moved, crossing the gap between them in two paces before wrapping his arms around Ianto quickly, grasping at him, enjoying the feel of his slim young body as his lips pressed up against his, forcing his mouth open, stealing kisses and plundering his mouth urgently as Ianto stood impassively, unmoving even as the hands slipped lower, sliding under the tail of his jacket, brushing over his arse, grasping him tightly, pulling their hips together. The Master’s erection was pressing into his side, he was being groped, abused… Yet still he stood impassive, his wrists crossed behind his back, unreacting under the onslaught. Finally the Master released him and stepped back, breathing heavily.
“What’s wrong, you know you want this too…?” Ianto shrugged and moved at last, a hand rising to his lips and ignoring the slight tinge of blood from within wiped his mouth slowly.
“You didn’t say the magic word.” The Master laughed incredulously and shook his head.
“I am not calling you Sir again!” Ianto laughed too now and stepped forwards, arms back behind him as he let his chest brush against the Master’s gently.
“I mean the magic word.” The Master frowned and looked confused.
“You mean please?” Ianto nodded, a smile slowly blooming over his face as the Master ran a hand along the length of his sleeve, caressing all the way down his arm to grasp his wrist gently. “Please…” Ianto finally moved, his arms coming round to rest his hands on the Master’s shoulders as he leaned forwards to kiss him again, not the hungry, controlling kisses of the Masters but tender, promising…. The Master’s hands slid down to grasp his cheeks again before sliding up inside his jacket, running along the soft fabric of Ianto’s shirt slowly. Ianto slipped his hands under the shoulders of the Master’s jacket, pushing it back until the Master was forced to pause his own explorations to allow Ianto to continue his. Ianto continued to push the jacket back slowly, the soft hiss of fabric the only sound in the deserted hub. He caught the jacket before it fell, placing it carefully over the back of Tosh’s discarded chair and letting his own join it. His fingers then swiftly unknotted the Master’s tie, pulling it out from his collar slowly before placing it on the desk, within reach, as he carried on with his work, undressing the Master slowly, his fingers carefully unbuttoning the crisp white shirt and sliding underneath the fabric over the flesh beneath. He was cold to the touch and something about him sent chills down Ianto’s spine, a slight tingle running though his fingers. It was intoxicating, this powerful creature completely at his mercy, longing for his touch…
The shirt slipped slowly to the floor as the Master leaned back against the table again, submitting to the attention, no longer demanding but accepting anything he was offered. He gasped as Ianto’s mouth slipped away from his now, instead trailing kisses down his neck, lingering at the join with his shoulder before nipping at the tender flesh, hard enough to mark, enough to claim him. His hands continued to move lower, slowly undoing the Master’s belt and pulling it firmly out of the loops one by one, a slight jerk to the movement each time it pulled free. The Master did nothing; his hands remained pressed flat onto the desk, knowing his turn for action would come, when his master told him… He gasped again as Ianto’s mouth made it down to his chest, nibbling slowly across the skin, the warm human mouth so wet and soft on his flesh. Fingers slid gently across the front of his crotch, moving up to undo the button achingly slowly before slipping inside as the zip lowered with that distinct drawn out noise that across human existence always seemed to offer a promise. As the fingers slipped inside to release him he let out a small moan, so incredibly turned on by the loss of control, the sense of being powerless. The hands slid around him, skating along his hips then down along his butt, pushing all the fabric aside to fall down to the floor, brushing against his thighs as it fell. The Master toed off his shoes and socks impatiently, kicking the mess of clothing to one side. This earned him a stern tut from Ianto who pulled away from him, wagging a finger warningly as he picked them up and arranged them over the chair neatly.
“Uh Uh. No Creases.” He moved forwards again, still almost fully clothed, even his tie and waistcoat untouched so far. He placed one hand on his hips, the other resting on his face contemplatively as he regarded the Master’s naked form. “Now, what to do with you…”
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“Wait.” Ianto paused, holding his hands behind his back again as he turned to face the Master, the ancient alien leaning against the desk, alone, his tone almost… pleading. Ianto raised his eyebrows quizzically as he regarded the pathetic creature.
“Is there anything else I can help you with?” The Master looked confused for a moment, conflicted… Then he moved, crossing the gap between them in two paces before wrapping his arms around Ianto quickly, grasping at him, enjoying the feel of his slim young body as his lips pressed up against his, forcing his mouth open, stealing kisses and plundering his mouth urgently as Ianto stood impassively, unmoving even as the hands slipped lower, sliding under the tail of his jacket, brushing over his arse, grasping him tightly, pulling their hips together. The Master’s erection was pressing into his side, he was being groped, abused… Yet still he stood impassive, his wrists crossed behind his back, unreacting under the onslaught. Finally the Master released him and stepped back, breathing heavily.
“What’s wrong, you know you want this too…?” Ianto shrugged and moved at last, a hand rising to his lips and ignoring the slight tinge of blood from within wiped his mouth slowly.
“You didn’t say the magic word.” The Master laughed incredulously and shook his head.
“I am not calling you Sir again!” Ianto laughed too now and stepped forwards, arms back behind him as he let his chest brush against the Master’s gently.
“I mean the magic word.” The Master frowned and looked confused.
“You mean please?” Ianto nodded, a smile slowly blooming over his face as the Master ran a hand along the length of his sleeve, caressing all the way down his arm to grasp his wrist gently. “Please…” Ianto finally moved, his arms coming round to rest his hands on the Master’s shoulders as he leaned forwards to kiss him again, not the hungry, controlling kisses of the Masters but tender, promising…. The Master’s hands slid down to grasp his cheeks again before sliding up inside his jacket, running along the soft fabric of Ianto’s shirt slowly. Ianto slipped his hands under the shoulders of the Master’s jacket, pushing it back until the Master was forced to pause his own explorations to allow Ianto to continue his. Ianto continued to push the jacket back slowly, the soft hiss of fabric the only sound in the deserted hub. He caught the jacket before it fell, placing it carefully over the back of Tosh’s discarded chair and letting his own join it. His fingers then swiftly unknotted the Master’s tie, pulling it out from his collar slowly before placing it on the desk, within reach, as he carried on with his work, undressing the Master slowly, his fingers carefully unbuttoning the crisp white shirt and sliding underneath the fabric over the flesh beneath. He was cold to the touch and something about him sent chills down Ianto’s spine, a slight tingle running though his fingers. It was intoxicating, this powerful creature completely at his mercy, longing for his touch…
The shirt slipped slowly to the floor as the Master leaned back against the table again, submitting to the attention, no longer demanding but accepting anything he was offered. He gasped as Ianto’s mouth slipped away from his now, instead trailing kisses down his neck, lingering at the join with his shoulder before nipping at the tender flesh, hard enough to mark, enough to claim him. His hands continued to move lower, slowly undoing the Master’s belt and pulling it firmly out of the loops one by one, a slight jerk to the movement each time it pulled free. The Master did nothing; his hands remained pressed flat onto the desk, knowing his turn for action would come, when his master told him… He gasped again as Ianto’s mouth made it down to his chest, nibbling slowly across the skin, the warm human mouth so wet and soft on his flesh. Fingers slid gently across the front of his crotch, moving up to undo the button achingly slowly before slipping inside as the zip lowered with that distinct drawn out noise that across human existence always seemed to offer a promise. As the fingers slipped inside to release him he let out a small moan, so incredibly turned on by the loss of control, the sense of being powerless. The hands slid around him, skating along his hips then down along his butt, pushing all the fabric aside to fall down to the floor, brushing against his thighs as it fell. The Master toed off his shoes and socks impatiently, kicking the mess of clothing to one side. This earned him a stern tut from Ianto who pulled away from him, wagging a finger warningly as he picked them up and arranged them over the chair neatly.
“Uh Uh. No Creases.” He moved forwards again, still almost fully clothed, even his tie and waistcoat untouched so far. He placed one hand on his hips, the other resting on his face contemplatively as he regarded the Master’s naked form. “Now, what to do with you…”
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