Fic: Tie Me Up (Torchwood Jack/Ianto NC17 Prompt Fic)
Title: Tie Me Up
Author: magikalrhiannon
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC 17
Spoilers: none
Summary: Ianto dishes out some punishment to Jack... via the bedroom.
Word Count: 2692
Disclaimer: All rights belong to BBC and Russell T Davies. I'm just finger-painting in someone else's masterpiece. No infringement intended.
Notes: For kajmere, cuz she owns me.
Prompt: by evalentine99: Red ropes, tongue lashing, cuffs, umbrella, love you; from her fantastic story, Broken Dreams which is amazing and you should read it now.
Ianto leaned against the frame of the ensuite bathroom doorway and stared at the queen sized bed in front of him. The view was extraordinary in his opinion. Jack was spread out on his bed, naked. His arms were stretched out at the sides, bound to the headboard with red ropes that were permanently attached to the posts of Ianto's four post bed. To protect his wrists from chaffing, Ianto had wrapped them in soft leather cuffs, locked around his wrist with duel buckles. His legs weren't bound, as Ianto liked to have them wrapped around his waist when he fucked Jack hard and fast, as he usually did for punishment.
As naked as Jack was, Ianto was still fully dressed in his three piece suit. Today's was a black pinstripe, with Jack's favourite deep red, blood red, shirt. Fittingly it matched the ropes they used from their toy box. His tie was black with tiny red stripes, diagonally to the right. His socks too were black, as were his shoes. His cufflinks, a gift from Jack on his last birthday, were onyx set in gold. He wore a watch with a thick leather strap on his left wrist, and under his long sleeve shirt, a matching leather cuff on his right - another gift from Jack. What Jack didn't know was underneath the cuff, Ianto had Jack's true name from Boeshane tattooed in simple script. Jax.
Or if Jack did know, he never said anything. Ianto preferred not to shower together, and he never took his cuff off without being in the shower.
“Are you going to stand there and stare all night, or are you going to do something?” Jack asked from where he was laying on the bed, pinned and helpless.
“I really don't think you're in a position to start demanding anything, do you, Jack?” Ianto asked coolly as he stayed exactly where he was.
Jack sighed. “I said I was sorry.”
“Yes. I know. You've said it approximately twenty-three times, if I've counted correctly.” Ianto pushed off the doorframe and moved to the closet. He opened the door and slowly took off his jacket, selected a coat hanger and hung up his jacket in the closet. He then turned around to face his lover, and his boss. “You dare to say it a twenty-fourth?”
Jack wisely shut his mouth. His lover was pissed off enough.
Ianto unbuckled his belt and slowly pulled the leather from around his slim waist, moving only to hook it up in the closet. He then carefully toed off his shoes and slid out the drawer that housed his array of footwear, neatly returning his dress shoes to their missing space before pushing the drawer shut with his socked foot.
He walked over to the bed and lifted a leg up to put his foot near Jack's hand. “Please,” he said, and Jack automatically grabbed the material between his toes. Ianto moved his leg. “Thank you,” he said as the sock moved off his foot. Ianto took the sock from his foot and repeated the action with the other leg. Jack did the same thing. Ianto took the second sock and padded to the bathroom where the clothes hamper was, and chucked the socks in there. He came back out and moved to the dresser, and carefully removed his cufflinks, setting them back in the box they came in and placing it back on top of the wooden dresser in the corner of the room. He also pulled out of his pockets his wallet, some spare change and his mobile phone. There was a text message from Tosh on there. She could wait. He had more pressing matters to attend to. He unbuttoned his sleeves but left them hanging.
He turned to face Jack again as he worked at unknotting his tie. “I cannot believe you thought I wouldn't find out.”
“I didn't-”
Ianto yanked the silk tie from around his neck. “I didn't say you could speak!” He was furious. His eyes blazed, and their usual blue-grey had turned a stormy dark colour. Jack bit his lip. He stormed over to the still open closet and hung up the tie. He unbuttoned his waistcoat and took it off, hanging it up. He slammed the closet door shut angrily, and put his hands on his hips, closed his eyes and looked down at the ground. “Sometimes, Jack, you really test my patience.”
“I'm sorry,” he whimpered.
“Twenty-four,” Ianto returned with. He turned around to look at his lover. “I'm saying this only once, so listen up. Say it again, and you won't like the consequences. Understood?”
“Yes.”
Ianto's eyes were steel. “I said, understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Better,” Ianto started to unbutton his shirt.
“Ianto?” Jack asked, looking sad and intimidated.
“Yes?” Ianto asked as he pulled his shirt off.
“You're not really mad, are you?” he asked, frowning. “I mean, you're just playing the role? And by the way, the safeword is still 'umbrella', just in case you were wondering.” Ianto balled up his dress shirt and threw it into the wall. Jack's eyes widened. “O-kay. So, this isn't a role. You're really pissed. Um... can we get me out of these things and talk about this?”
“No.” Ianto held his lover's gaze. “No, I don't think so.” He undid his pants and pushed them and his underwear off, bearing himself to his lover. He saw Jack's appreciation of his body in his eyes and tried to stamp on the warm feeling that swelled inside. He was supposed to be mad at him, dammit!
“Why not? I mean, sex isn't supposed to be a weapon between partners, right?” Jack tried to reason.
“Partners?” Ianto spat out. “Partners don't keep secrets, Jack.” Ianto moved over to the nightstand and yanked open the drawer, grabbing the tube of lube and slamming it shut. “Partners talk to each other. They don't keep each other in the dark. They share. They lean on each other. They're there for each other. They rely on each other. So it makes me wonder Jack, are we really partners? Or am I just a convenience? Am I just a bed-warmer? Am I just here while you wait for your precious Doctor to come back for you? Because a real partner wouldn't have left me in the dark like you did today. A real partner would have told me that they were going to deliberately offer themselves up as a sacrifice to another species in exchange for leaving the planet.”
“I was protecting you!” Jack protested.
“Don't give me that fucking bullshit, Jack! You didn't even think of me before you offered yourself up on a fucking silver platter. Too ready to fuck off out of here to think of me. And since when have I ever needed your protection?” Ianto asked, flipping the tube open as he moved over to the end of the bed and kneeled on it between Jack's legs, out of his reach. Ianto squeezing out some lube on his fingers. He smoothed the lube over his own cock, stroking himself to hardness as Jack watched. His lover moaned and struggled against the bonds that held him. “I can protect myself Jack. I have to. You won't be around to do it.”
“Ianto...”
“No! You don't get to touch.”
“Ianto, please!”
“No!” Ianto denied him. He sat back on his heels, and continued to stroke himself slowly, taking his time to tease himself, and Jack. “Watch me Jack,” he demanded, spreading his knees wider and reaching down to cup his balls.
Jack moaned, and pulled on his ropes. “Ianto,” he groaned. “C'mon!”
Ianto groped for the lube again, and squeezed more out onto his fingers, before reaching back to sink two fingers inside himself. “Oh fuck,” he groaned, and pulled on his cock.
“Ianto, please, baby, please, c'mon, please, lemme kiss you,” Jack begged, pulling on his bonds. “I want to suck you, kiss you, anything, please.” Jack tried to reach out to Ianto with his foot only to have his foot slapped away.
“Touch me again and I'll get the black vibrator out and use it instead of you, and then leave you tied up there all night. Is that what you want?” Ianto threatened.
Jack pulled his foot back. “No, sir.” Ianto went back to pulling on his cock, and thrusting his fingers in and out of his own arse. “So hot, Ianto,” Jack encouraged. “Never seen anything as beautiful as you.”
“Can't keep your mouth shut, can you Jack?” Ianto growled out, hating the fact that Jack's voice made his cock harder, the smell of his pheromones in the air, thickening the more excited he got, made him more and more aroused. His hand sped up as his senses became lost in the scent of their mixed arousal, his hand wet and slippery from lubrication and precome leaking fast from his prick. “Just can't keep that fucking mouth of yours shut.” Ianto grunted. “Can't ever do what you're told either.”
“Wouldn't want me any other way,” Jack muttered, a whimper tinging his voice.
“Fuck,” Ianto whimpered pulling harder. “Goddammit,” he groaned. “It's not enough.” He pulled his fingers out of his arse and crawled up Jack's body. He grabbed Jack's cock and tugged it a couple of times, half to wet it a little and half to make sure he was hard enough. He was. “This is not a reward,” Ianto warned him, and immediately sank down on Jack's cock, throwing his head back and yelling out in pleasure. That was the filling he needed.
Jack yelled and immediately thrust up, spreading his legs as wide as possible. Ianto set the pace, maddingly slow. Jack groaned in frustration but every time Jack tried to speed things up, Ianto made to move off him, and he hastened to promise to allow Ianto to set the pace again.
“Kiss me, Yan,” Jack begged. “Please?”
“Why Jack?” Ianto asked, sinking down fully onto Jack's cock and leaning back to run his hands down Jack's thighs, tickling his skin. Moving them back up again, he moved his hands up Jack's torso to his neck.
“Because... Ianto,” he waited until Ianto looked up at him. “I love you,” Jack admitted, staring deeply into Ianto's eyes.
Ianto froze. “What?”
“I love you.” Ianto leaned down and kissed him. Jack immediately opened his mouth, welcoming Ianto's tongue in. “I love you, Ianto,” Jack said between kisses, licking into Ianto's mouth and chasing him when Ianto pulled away for air. “I love you.”
Ianto's hips sped up as he cupped Jack's cheeks, his thumbs brushing over Jack's cheekbones. “Jack...” He could feel his orgasm building fast.
“I love you,” Jack said again, and Ianto came all over his stomach with a yell. Ianto collapsed on Jack, chest heaving, lost in the scent of Jack's pheromones that made him dizzy. Jack pressed kisses to any part of Ianto's head that he could reach. “I love you.”
Ianto turned his head and captured Jack's lips again. He used what was left of his strength to reach up and pull on the knot that held Jack's bonds in place, loosening them. Jack groaned in appreciation, and wrapped his arms around Ianto's body.
“Fuck me, Jack,” Ianto ordered between kisses, delving back into Jack's mouth. Jack rolled them over and got onto his knees for some leverage. He curled his arms up under Ianto's shoulders, pulling back and smiling down at his lover when Ianto wrapped his legs around Jack's hips. “Fuck me Jack. Fuck me with that cock of yours. Pound into me, Jack.”
Jack shuddered and thrust harder and faster. Sweat dripped off him, and Ianto moved his mouth to Jack's neck, licking the sweat and sucking on his skin. Ianto's hands kneaded the muscles on Jack's back, then down to his arse. Ianto's finger found his crack and traced it before reaching for his hole and sliding inside as he kissed Jack again.
“I love you Jack.”
Suddenly Jack's balls drew up and he thrust deeply into Ianto, his yell muffled by Ianto's mouth as he caught his scream in his kiss. Jack thrust back onto Ianto's fingers and into Ianto's arse as he shuddered through his orgasm. When Jack stopped moving, Ianto stayed still. He wasn't sure if he should move, or what he should do. He was used to being in charge during sex. He was used to Jack leaving afterwards. He wasn't sure what was going to happen now. When his shoulder started to hurt, he pulled his fingers out of Jack's arse, wiping them on the sheet. Jack pulled out slowly, causing Ianto to hiss at the loss, but instead of moving to the side, Jack rolled to the side a little, so not all of his weight was on Ianto. He rested his head on one hand.
“Did you mean it?” Jack asked softly from above him. Ianto looked up, and Jack flicked a lock of Ianto's hair out of his eyes with his fingers. “What you said? Or was it the sex talking? Or the coat?” Jack laughed self-deprecatingly. “People love the coat.”
Ianto smiled. “I do love the coat, Jack, but it's just a coat.”
“So it's not the coat?”
Ianto chuckled. “No.”
“Is it the hero image? Because, while I'm dashing, I'm kind of an bastard.”
“Oh, I'm well aware of your bastardly tendencies, thank you.” Ianto sighed. “Jack, I know that this was just a … a … mutual gratification arrangement in the beginning, but somewhere along the way the lines blurred for me. I know you take life for granted. You readily die because you believe you will return every time. But how do you know that?”
“Over 100 years and more than 1000 deaths experience?” Jack offered hopefully as if that was enough explanation.
“And what happens if the next time you don't return?” Ianto asked softly, staring into his eyes. “What happens to us, to the team, the next time you offer yourself up as a sacrifice to whatever alien race has decided they want Earth as their next … whatever? Hmm? What happens to me?”
“Ianto...”
Ianto looked away. “I've loved and lost before, Jack. It nearly killed me. I swore I'd never love again. So the mutual sexual gratification arrangement we had suited me. But you had to go and get under my fucking skin. You had to go and make me fall in love with you, you bastard.” Ianto swallowed hard. “You and your tenacity and your save the world attitude, and your big heart. Your ability to have empathy in the face of adversity, of grief.” He sighed. “I know why people fall in love with you Jack. I know why people fall in love with the dashing hero and the billowing coat. But I fell in love with the dimpled smile, and the ice blue eyes, and depth of your heart, the warmth of your soul, even one as old and as weary as yours. I don't want the hero, Jack. I want the broken man beneath. I want Jax. He's the fragile beauty in the mosaic of Jack Harkness.”
“Ianto...” Jack's breath caught. “You have me. You have all of me.”
“Don't ever scare me like that again, Jack,” Ianto said, pressing a kiss to Jack's lips.
“I won't,” he promised. “I'll talk to you next time. I swear it.”
“Okay.” Ianto snuggled closer. “Stay?”
“Forever,” Jack whispered, wrapping himself around Ianto. “Love you.”
“Love you too.” Ianto said, falling asleep.
Author: magikalrhiannon
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC 17
Spoilers: none
Summary: Ianto dishes out some punishment to Jack... via the bedroom.
Word Count: 2692
Disclaimer: All rights belong to BBC and Russell T Davies. I'm just finger-painting in someone else's masterpiece. No infringement intended.
Notes: For kajmere, cuz she owns me.
Prompt: by evalentine99: Red ropes, tongue lashing, cuffs, umbrella, love you; from her fantastic story, Broken Dreams which is amazing and you should read it now.
Ianto leaned against the frame of the ensuite bathroom doorway and stared at the queen sized bed in front of him. The view was extraordinary in his opinion. Jack was spread out on his bed, naked. His arms were stretched out at the sides, bound to the headboard with red ropes that were permanently attached to the posts of Ianto's four post bed. To protect his wrists from chaffing, Ianto had wrapped them in soft leather cuffs, locked around his wrist with duel buckles. His legs weren't bound, as Ianto liked to have them wrapped around his waist when he fucked Jack hard and fast, as he usually did for punishment.
As naked as Jack was, Ianto was still fully dressed in his three piece suit. Today's was a black pinstripe, with Jack's favourite deep red, blood red, shirt. Fittingly it matched the ropes they used from their toy box. His tie was black with tiny red stripes, diagonally to the right. His socks too were black, as were his shoes. His cufflinks, a gift from Jack on his last birthday, were onyx set in gold. He wore a watch with a thick leather strap on his left wrist, and under his long sleeve shirt, a matching leather cuff on his right - another gift from Jack. What Jack didn't know was underneath the cuff, Ianto had Jack's true name from Boeshane tattooed in simple script. Jax.
Or if Jack did know, he never said anything. Ianto preferred not to shower together, and he never took his cuff off without being in the shower.
“Are you going to stand there and stare all night, or are you going to do something?” Jack asked from where he was laying on the bed, pinned and helpless.
“I really don't think you're in a position to start demanding anything, do you, Jack?” Ianto asked coolly as he stayed exactly where he was.
Jack sighed. “I said I was sorry.”
“Yes. I know. You've said it approximately twenty-three times, if I've counted correctly.” Ianto pushed off the doorframe and moved to the closet. He opened the door and slowly took off his jacket, selected a coat hanger and hung up his jacket in the closet. He then turned around to face his lover, and his boss. “You dare to say it a twenty-fourth?”
Jack wisely shut his mouth. His lover was pissed off enough.
Ianto unbuckled his belt and slowly pulled the leather from around his slim waist, moving only to hook it up in the closet. He then carefully toed off his shoes and slid out the drawer that housed his array of footwear, neatly returning his dress shoes to their missing space before pushing the drawer shut with his socked foot.
He walked over to the bed and lifted a leg up to put his foot near Jack's hand. “Please,” he said, and Jack automatically grabbed the material between his toes. Ianto moved his leg. “Thank you,” he said as the sock moved off his foot. Ianto took the sock from his foot and repeated the action with the other leg. Jack did the same thing. Ianto took the second sock and padded to the bathroom where the clothes hamper was, and chucked the socks in there. He came back out and moved to the dresser, and carefully removed his cufflinks, setting them back in the box they came in and placing it back on top of the wooden dresser in the corner of the room. He also pulled out of his pockets his wallet, some spare change and his mobile phone. There was a text message from Tosh on there. She could wait. He had more pressing matters to attend to. He unbuttoned his sleeves but left them hanging.
He turned to face Jack again as he worked at unknotting his tie. “I cannot believe you thought I wouldn't find out.”
“I didn't-”
Ianto yanked the silk tie from around his neck. “I didn't say you could speak!” He was furious. His eyes blazed, and their usual blue-grey had turned a stormy dark colour. Jack bit his lip. He stormed over to the still open closet and hung up the tie. He unbuttoned his waistcoat and took it off, hanging it up. He slammed the closet door shut angrily, and put his hands on his hips, closed his eyes and looked down at the ground. “Sometimes, Jack, you really test my patience.”
“I'm sorry,” he whimpered.
“Twenty-four,” Ianto returned with. He turned around to look at his lover. “I'm saying this only once, so listen up. Say it again, and you won't like the consequences. Understood?”
“Yes.”
Ianto's eyes were steel. “I said, understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Better,” Ianto started to unbutton his shirt.
“Ianto?” Jack asked, looking sad and intimidated.
“Yes?” Ianto asked as he pulled his shirt off.
“You're not really mad, are you?” he asked, frowning. “I mean, you're just playing the role? And by the way, the safeword is still 'umbrella', just in case you were wondering.” Ianto balled up his dress shirt and threw it into the wall. Jack's eyes widened. “O-kay. So, this isn't a role. You're really pissed. Um... can we get me out of these things and talk about this?”
“No.” Ianto held his lover's gaze. “No, I don't think so.” He undid his pants and pushed them and his underwear off, bearing himself to his lover. He saw Jack's appreciation of his body in his eyes and tried to stamp on the warm feeling that swelled inside. He was supposed to be mad at him, dammit!
“Why not? I mean, sex isn't supposed to be a weapon between partners, right?” Jack tried to reason.
“Partners?” Ianto spat out. “Partners don't keep secrets, Jack.” Ianto moved over to the nightstand and yanked open the drawer, grabbing the tube of lube and slamming it shut. “Partners talk to each other. They don't keep each other in the dark. They share. They lean on each other. They're there for each other. They rely on each other. So it makes me wonder Jack, are we really partners? Or am I just a convenience? Am I just a bed-warmer? Am I just here while you wait for your precious Doctor to come back for you? Because a real partner wouldn't have left me in the dark like you did today. A real partner would have told me that they were going to deliberately offer themselves up as a sacrifice to another species in exchange for leaving the planet.”
“I was protecting you!” Jack protested.
“Don't give me that fucking bullshit, Jack! You didn't even think of me before you offered yourself up on a fucking silver platter. Too ready to fuck off out of here to think of me. And since when have I ever needed your protection?” Ianto asked, flipping the tube open as he moved over to the end of the bed and kneeled on it between Jack's legs, out of his reach. Ianto squeezing out some lube on his fingers. He smoothed the lube over his own cock, stroking himself to hardness as Jack watched. His lover moaned and struggled against the bonds that held him. “I can protect myself Jack. I have to. You won't be around to do it.”
“Ianto...”
“No! You don't get to touch.”
“Ianto, please!”
“No!” Ianto denied him. He sat back on his heels, and continued to stroke himself slowly, taking his time to tease himself, and Jack. “Watch me Jack,” he demanded, spreading his knees wider and reaching down to cup his balls.
Jack moaned, and pulled on his ropes. “Ianto,” he groaned. “C'mon!”
Ianto groped for the lube again, and squeezed more out onto his fingers, before reaching back to sink two fingers inside himself. “Oh fuck,” he groaned, and pulled on his cock.
“Ianto, please, baby, please, c'mon, please, lemme kiss you,” Jack begged, pulling on his bonds. “I want to suck you, kiss you, anything, please.” Jack tried to reach out to Ianto with his foot only to have his foot slapped away.
“Touch me again and I'll get the black vibrator out and use it instead of you, and then leave you tied up there all night. Is that what you want?” Ianto threatened.
Jack pulled his foot back. “No, sir.” Ianto went back to pulling on his cock, and thrusting his fingers in and out of his own arse. “So hot, Ianto,” Jack encouraged. “Never seen anything as beautiful as you.”
“Can't keep your mouth shut, can you Jack?” Ianto growled out, hating the fact that Jack's voice made his cock harder, the smell of his pheromones in the air, thickening the more excited he got, made him more and more aroused. His hand sped up as his senses became lost in the scent of their mixed arousal, his hand wet and slippery from lubrication and precome leaking fast from his prick. “Just can't keep that fucking mouth of yours shut.” Ianto grunted. “Can't ever do what you're told either.”
“Wouldn't want me any other way,” Jack muttered, a whimper tinging his voice.
“Fuck,” Ianto whimpered pulling harder. “Goddammit,” he groaned. “It's not enough.” He pulled his fingers out of his arse and crawled up Jack's body. He grabbed Jack's cock and tugged it a couple of times, half to wet it a little and half to make sure he was hard enough. He was. “This is not a reward,” Ianto warned him, and immediately sank down on Jack's cock, throwing his head back and yelling out in pleasure. That was the filling he needed.
Jack yelled and immediately thrust up, spreading his legs as wide as possible. Ianto set the pace, maddingly slow. Jack groaned in frustration but every time Jack tried to speed things up, Ianto made to move off him, and he hastened to promise to allow Ianto to set the pace again.
“Kiss me, Yan,” Jack begged. “Please?”
“Why Jack?” Ianto asked, sinking down fully onto Jack's cock and leaning back to run his hands down Jack's thighs, tickling his skin. Moving them back up again, he moved his hands up Jack's torso to his neck.
“Because... Ianto,” he waited until Ianto looked up at him. “I love you,” Jack admitted, staring deeply into Ianto's eyes.
Ianto froze. “What?”
“I love you.” Ianto leaned down and kissed him. Jack immediately opened his mouth, welcoming Ianto's tongue in. “I love you, Ianto,” Jack said between kisses, licking into Ianto's mouth and chasing him when Ianto pulled away for air. “I love you.”
Ianto's hips sped up as he cupped Jack's cheeks, his thumbs brushing over Jack's cheekbones. “Jack...” He could feel his orgasm building fast.
“I love you,” Jack said again, and Ianto came all over his stomach with a yell. Ianto collapsed on Jack, chest heaving, lost in the scent of Jack's pheromones that made him dizzy. Jack pressed kisses to any part of Ianto's head that he could reach. “I love you.”
Ianto turned his head and captured Jack's lips again. He used what was left of his strength to reach up and pull on the knot that held Jack's bonds in place, loosening them. Jack groaned in appreciation, and wrapped his arms around Ianto's body.
“Fuck me, Jack,” Ianto ordered between kisses, delving back into Jack's mouth. Jack rolled them over and got onto his knees for some leverage. He curled his arms up under Ianto's shoulders, pulling back and smiling down at his lover when Ianto wrapped his legs around Jack's hips. “Fuck me Jack. Fuck me with that cock of yours. Pound into me, Jack.”
Jack shuddered and thrust harder and faster. Sweat dripped off him, and Ianto moved his mouth to Jack's neck, licking the sweat and sucking on his skin. Ianto's hands kneaded the muscles on Jack's back, then down to his arse. Ianto's finger found his crack and traced it before reaching for his hole and sliding inside as he kissed Jack again.
“I love you Jack.”
Suddenly Jack's balls drew up and he thrust deeply into Ianto, his yell muffled by Ianto's mouth as he caught his scream in his kiss. Jack thrust back onto Ianto's fingers and into Ianto's arse as he shuddered through his orgasm. When Jack stopped moving, Ianto stayed still. He wasn't sure if he should move, or what he should do. He was used to being in charge during sex. He was used to Jack leaving afterwards. He wasn't sure what was going to happen now. When his shoulder started to hurt, he pulled his fingers out of Jack's arse, wiping them on the sheet. Jack pulled out slowly, causing Ianto to hiss at the loss, but instead of moving to the side, Jack rolled to the side a little, so not all of his weight was on Ianto. He rested his head on one hand.
“Did you mean it?” Jack asked softly from above him. Ianto looked up, and Jack flicked a lock of Ianto's hair out of his eyes with his fingers. “What you said? Or was it the sex talking? Or the coat?” Jack laughed self-deprecatingly. “People love the coat.”
Ianto smiled. “I do love the coat, Jack, but it's just a coat.”
“So it's not the coat?”
Ianto chuckled. “No.”
“Is it the hero image? Because, while I'm dashing, I'm kind of an bastard.”
“Oh, I'm well aware of your bastardly tendencies, thank you.” Ianto sighed. “Jack, I know that this was just a … a … mutual gratification arrangement in the beginning, but somewhere along the way the lines blurred for me. I know you take life for granted. You readily die because you believe you will return every time. But how do you know that?”
“Over 100 years and more than 1000 deaths experience?” Jack offered hopefully as if that was enough explanation.
“And what happens if the next time you don't return?” Ianto asked softly, staring into his eyes. “What happens to us, to the team, the next time you offer yourself up as a sacrifice to whatever alien race has decided they want Earth as their next … whatever? Hmm? What happens to me?”
“Ianto...”
Ianto looked away. “I've loved and lost before, Jack. It nearly killed me. I swore I'd never love again. So the mutual sexual gratification arrangement we had suited me. But you had to go and get under my fucking skin. You had to go and make me fall in love with you, you bastard.” Ianto swallowed hard. “You and your tenacity and your save the world attitude, and your big heart. Your ability to have empathy in the face of adversity, of grief.” He sighed. “I know why people fall in love with you Jack. I know why people fall in love with the dashing hero and the billowing coat. But I fell in love with the dimpled smile, and the ice blue eyes, and depth of your heart, the warmth of your soul, even one as old and as weary as yours. I don't want the hero, Jack. I want the broken man beneath. I want Jax. He's the fragile beauty in the mosaic of Jack Harkness.”
“Ianto...” Jack's breath caught. “You have me. You have all of me.”
“Don't ever scare me like that again, Jack,” Ianto said, pressing a kiss to Jack's lips.
“I won't,” he promised. “I'll talk to you next time. I swear it.”
“Okay.” Ianto snuggled closer. “Stay?”
“Forever,” Jack whispered, wrapping himself around Ianto. “Love you.”
“Love you too.” Ianto said, falling asleep.