Title: Oil To Flames
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Ianto Jones/Tenth Doctor
Fandom: Torchwood/Doctor Who
Rating: NC-17
Table: 4
Prompt: 35, Massage Oil
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own Ianto Jones or the Tenth Doctor. Please do not sue.

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Ianto let himself quietly into his apartment, closing the door behind him with a click. Divesting himself of his raincoat, he hung it on the coat rack near the door, moving silently around the living room. It was late, and he didn't want to wake the Doctor.

The Time Lord had been having trouble sleeping lately; probably because of all the physical trauma he'd suffered through, Ianto thought, his hands trembling as his mind flew back over the incidents that had occurred over the time that he'd been intimate with the Gallifreyan.

First and foremost, the Master. The Doctor wasn't yet fully recovered from what had happened in that warehouse; Ianto had tried to get the Time Lord to talk about it, hoping that telling his lover what he'd been through would help the Doctor to heal some of the emotional scars from that particular encounter. But the Doctor had only shaken his head, clamping his lips together and refusing to speak.

There had been other things that had happened to the Time Lord in the seemingly brief time since they'd discovered each other, but Ianto was more than convinced that the encounters with the Master were the worst. The Doctor seemed determined not to talk about those times, even though he was awakened nearly every night by nightmares that sent him screaming into Ianto's arms.

Ianto frowned as he thought back over the past few nights; the Doctor had barely slept for an hour or two before he'd awakened, tossing and screaming, then laid there whimpering in Ianto's arms, unable to go back to sleep. He had to do something about the nightmares that were stealing the Doctor's sleep from him -- and his own sleep, as well.

He wasn't going to force his love to talk about what he'd been through; he was fairly sure that it would only send the Doctor fleeing into some place in his mind where Ianto couldn't follow him. The last thing he wanted to do was to push the Time Lord away. But it was so hard not to know ....

Ianto sighed softly, curling his fingers around the vial of massage oil that he'd stopped to pick up on the way home. It was amazing just what you could get in the late-night shops of the main streets of Cardiff, he told himself, a small smile curving his lips as he headed down the hall and into their bedroom.

He stood against the door frame, feasting his eyes on the sight that greeted his vision. There didn't need to be a light shining in the room -- the full moon pouring into the window illuminated the slender, pale body stretched out on his bed. The Doctor, in all his naked glory, the indigo sheets tumbled around his bare body, lying on his stomach fast asleep.

Ianto's eyes traveled over the Time Lord's slender shoulders, down his back, his gaze resting on the curvy hips, the perfectly rounded ass, the slim, muscular thighs, then moving down the long slender legs. The incredible beauty of the man he loved never failed to make his breath catch in his throat; his heart beat faster in his chest, his body tightening with desire.

How could any one man be so unbearably beautiful? Ianto could feel his heart clench, his body trembling in reaction to the desire rising in him. The Doctor's beauty was almost otherworldly -- ethereal, ephemeral, a dream that couldn't possibly come true.

Only his dream had come true. This beautiful man was his; he'd surrendered his body, his heart -- hearts, Ianto reminded himself with a slight smile -- and his soul. In the Doctor's words, they were mated, bound, the missing piece to make each other complete. He was the one dream that Ianto never wanted to wake up from.

He moved into the room, shedding his clothes as he did so. By the time he reached the bed and sat down slowly, he was naked, his slender limbs pale against the dark blue of the sheets. Ianto reached out a gentle hand, moving it down the Doctor's back, slowly running a finger down the cleft of that perfect ass.

The Time Lord stirred, making a soft sound of protest as Ianto's touch dragged him up out of sleep. "What time is it?" he asked softly, sleepily, as though the time of night that Ianto returned home was important. "Are you all right, my love? Nothing happened tonight?"

"Nothing happened, beloved, and I'm quite all right," Ianto murmured, his fingers stroking the soft flesh of one silken inner thigh. "More than all right, coming home and finding you like this. You have no idea how much I wanted to take you in your sleep, seeing you so beautifully naked in our bed. It's too bad I didn't get a picture."

The Doctor stretched and yawned, turning over and looking up at his lover with a soft smile. "You can take as many pictures as you want, my love. As long as you don't spread them around the Hub and let Jack drool over them, then I have no problem with being the subject of naughty photos."

"Jack isn't going to have the chance to see you naked ever again," Ianto laughed, shaking his head. "He's already had his chance with you, and passed it up, as I recall. You're mine now. Mine," he added, his voice ringing with possessiveness.

"No one's but yours," the Doctor whispered, reaching up to run a hand along Ianto's jaw. "I've never belonged to anyone but you, Ianto. Always my own person -- until you charged into my life and completed me."

Ianto slipped both arms beneath the Doctor's slender body, pulling the Time Lord against his own body and nearly lifting the thin Gallifreyan into his lap. The Doctor squirmed slightly, trying to get comfortable; Ianto couldn't keep his hand from moving between the Time Lord's thighs, cupping his flaccid penis and gently stroking his thumb over the tip.

The Doctor's cock instantly sprang to life in his hand, stiffening as if by magic. "I love seeing what I can do to you," Ianto whispered, not ceasing the movement of his thumb, loving the way the Doctor writhed and moaned under his caress.

"If you keep that up, I'll be begging you to do much more to me in just a few seconds," the Doctor gasped, his hips arching up off the bed in response to Ianto's caresses. His body was trembling, his cock already starting to leak pre-come, his small fists clenching in the sheets.

The young man reluctantly ceased his stimulation of the Doctor's cock; there were other things he had in mind, things other than sex that he was fairly sure would relax the Time Lord to the point where he would at least be able to get a good night's sleep -- hopefully one that was free of nightmares.

Ianto picked up the bottle of massage oil, taking the top off and squeezing a liberal amount onto his hands. It was a bit chilled; he'd have to let it warm in his palms before he applied it to the Doctor's bare skin. The Time Lord was watching him, eyebrows raised in silent question.

"It's only massage oil, love," he whispered, leaning down to brush his lips against the Doctor's taut, hardened nipples. "I want to give you an all-over body massage. I'm hoping that will help you sleep, because you haven't been doing much of that lately."

The Doctor nodded, relaxing back against the pillows, closing his eyes and obviously waiting for Ianto's touch. The young Welshman let his eyes roam over the beautiful body presented to his gaze, amazed as always by the fact that this breathtaking man belonged to him.

He started at the Doctor's shoulders, rubbing the oil into his skin, working at the small knots of tension further down the Time Lord's arms. He could feel the muscles of the Doctor's biceps tensing under his searching fingers, then relaxing as Ianto's hands worked the tension out of his limbs, letting his young lover's touch lull him into a dreamlike state.

Ianto stopped to pour more oil into his hands, warming it before he placed his palms on the Doctor's chest, oiled fingers gently tweaking the Time Lord's tender nipples. The Doctor moaned and squirmed, arching his back off the bed and breathing Ianto's name. The young man smiled, leaning down to nip gently at one erect nipple.

"Does that feel good?" he whispered, already sure of the answer. But he wanted to hear the words from the Doctor's lips, wanted to know how this was making the Time Lord feel.

"Yes," the Doctor moaned, his hips arching up again. "Oh god, yes."

Ianto's hands moved still lower, fingers circling the Doctor's navel, dipping slightly into the indentation. The Time Lord's cock stiffened further from the gentle stimulation, jutting between his legs, begging for attention.

He didn't want to make the Doctor come, only to relax him; Ianto wasn't sure that he should continue with what he was doing. But he'd come this far, so there was no reason to stop his ministrations now. If he managed to bring the Doctor to orgasm, well .... that was certainly one way of relaxing him, though not one that Ianto had previously thought of.

Moving slightly so that he was positioned between the Doctor's spread thighs, Ianto poured oil into his hands again, making sure that his palms were coated with the thick, warm substance before he laid his hands on the Doctor's bare body again. One hand moved between the Time Lord's thighs, fingers curling around his throbbing cock, the other stroked down one silky-soft inner thigh, gently pushing the Doctor's legs a little further apart.

He moved his hand slowly on the Doctor's erection, watching the Time Lord's face as he stroked. The Doctor's cheeks were flushed, his lips parted, head turning from side to side. Ianto was sure that he was going to come before he'd finished with the massage -- but at this point, that didn't seem too important. In fact, bringing the Doctor to a climax seemed like a nice bonus for both of them.

Ianto reluctantly moved his hand from the Doctor's pulsing cock, moving his hands down the Gallifreyan's legs, working the oil into his skin. He was always amazed by how smooth the Doctor's legs were; it was odd, he thought, that the Time Lord seemed to have so little body hair. But it wasn't something he minded; in fact, he rather loved the feel of that smooth, silken flesh under his fingertips.

He didn't neglect the Doctor's feet, either; his hands worked their way over the slender ankles, the instep of the Doctor's narrow feet, small for a man. He turned the Time Lord onto his stomach before he reached for the bottle of oil again, starting to move his hands up the backs of those long, slim legs.

When he reached the Doctor's thighs, he couldn't keep himself from leaning down to brush his lips over first one firm, rounded ass cheek, then the other. The Doctor had the most beautiful ass Ianto had ever seen; he was absolutely positive that this man's body was the epitome of perfection. His eyes roamed over the Doctor's flesh, taking in every line, every curve.

Ianto gently ran his thumbs down the crack of the Doctor's ass, spreading his cheeks and leaning close to flick his tongue over the tender, puckered hole. He wanted to make love to the Doctor so badly .... but no, that wasn't his ultimate goal. He wanted to make the Doctor feel good in other ways tonight, not just with his tongue and his cock.

His finger replaced his tongue, gently rubbing against the Doctor's rosebud until the Time Lord cried out, pushing his ass back against Ianto's hand. "If you're going to take me, Ianto, then do it." His voice was hoarse, almost breaking. "Don't tease me like this."

"Sorry, love." Ianto leaned down to press a kiss to the small of the Doctor's back. "No, not tonight. I want you relaxed, but not in that way."

One hand slipped between the Doctor's legs, cupping his balls, liberally applying the oil to the tender sac as he rolled them between his fingers. Ianto bent his head to place another gentle kiss on each ass cheek before moving his hands upwards, massaging each separate vertebrae of the Doctor's spine, working out the tension.

When he reached the Doctor's shoulders and began massaging out the knots there, the Time Lord was almost purring with pleasure, his fingers -- and even his toes -- curling with every movement of Ianto's hands. Ianto gently turned the Gallifreyan onto his back again, wanting to gaze into his love's eyes before he attempted to lull the Time Lord to sleep.

The Doctor was looking up at him with undisguised wonder, as though Ianto was the most beautiful sight in the world. The young Welshman felt his heart turn over in his chest; the look of love in those dark eyes was unmistakable.

"Thank you," the Doctor murmured, one thin hand reaching up to cup Ianto's cheek. "Thank you for taking care of me. Thank you for making me feel so good. Thank you for .... everything."

Ianto shook his head, leaning down to press gentle kisses to the Doctor's cheek, his forehead, his eyelids, and finally to his open mouth. "No, my love, thank you," he said softly, brushing the soft fringe of hair back from the Time Lord's eyes. "Thank you for letting me love you."

"You're free to love me even more if you want to," the Doctor whispered, a smile crossing his features as his hips arched up off the bed again.

"Oh, I don't think that will be a problem at all," Ianto murmured, his oiled fingers moving to his own cock to prepare himself, his other hand pushing the Doctor's oiled thighs apart.

Pressing into the Doctor had never felt so good; it was as though the Time Lord's body was tightened and heated even more by the foreplay that had gone before, his muscles tightening around Ianto's cock until the young man was sure that he was going to explode before either of them was satiated. He only hoped that he could last long enough to satisfy them both.

The Doctor's long legs wrapped around his waist, a soft cry torn from the Time Lord's throat as Ianto thrust into him, slowly at first, then harder and faster, starting a rhythm that matched their heartbeats.

If this was what came of trying new things, he'd have to do it more often, Ianto thought, his last coherent thought before he lost himself in the heat of the Doctor's body.

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