Title: All of My Senses
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Ianto Jones/Tenth Doctor
Fandom: Torchwood/Doctor Who
Rating: NC-17
Table: 10, 50episodes
Prompt: 18, Sight
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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The Doctor fought back the urge to remove the black scarf that covered his eyes, swallowing hard and pushing back the slight edge of panic that was threatening to burst out. He didn't have to do this. Ianto would take off the blindfold if he asked.

But a part of him didn't want to. Even though this brought back unpleasant memories of some of the times that the Master had forced him, he wanted to face his fears, and leave those memories far in the past, where they belonged.

Having his sight taken away felt strange, to say the least. The Master had always done it when he wanted to have the Doctor at a disadvantage, which was why he was feeling so unbalanced and disoriented at the moment.

Ianto didn't want to do anything that would make him feel uncomfortable. His young lover had protested when the Doctor had brought this up; he'd balked at bringing back memories that he was convinced should remained buried.

No, he himself had insisted on doing this. There were aspects that reminded him of the Master, but he needed to get past that. He couldn't let things that the Master had done to him in the past affect his life with Ianto in the present -- and the future.

He wanted their sex life to be a bit more experimental, and this was one way to ease himself into that. Ianto didn't seem to mind the idea of having him blindfolded while they made love -- he only hoped that some of his fears would evaporate.

A gasp came from the Doctor's throat as he heard Ianto's soft footsteps; he had no idea where his lover was, whether he was already in the room, or standing at the doorway. But he could feel those eyes on him, taking in the picture he must present.

He was kneeling naked in the center of their bed, his arms at his sides, the black scarf around his eyes. Ianto must be watching him, wondering what he would do, how he would react to being able to hear but not see what was happening around him.

Those soft footsteps crossed the room; he could feel Ianto's presence beside him even before his lover sat down on the bed. Then Ianto's hand was on his arm, his lover's warm breath on his skin, that Welsh accent soft and husky in the quiet air.

"Are you all right, sweetheart?" Ianto asked, sounding concerned. "We don't have to do this, you know. I'm not going to push you if you don't feel that you're ready." Ianto's arms slid around him, holding him close, keeping him safe.

"I'm fine," he murmured, twining his arms around Ianto's neck. His lover was pushing him down against the pillows, one hand moving down his body to push his thighs apart. Ianto's lips were on his, warm and sweet, the kiss taking his breath away.

Ianto must have taken the time to lubricate his fingers; they felt slippery as first one and then a second entered him, scissoring and stretching him, preparing him for what was to come. The Doctor could feel his hearts thumping more rapidly, his breath coming faster.

Making love without being able to see who he was with wasn't a new experience for him. But it was still a strange feeling to be in darkness, to know that there were hands on his body, that his lover was watching him when he could see nothing.

But at the same time, it was strangely exciting. All of his senses seemed to be heightened, taking over to replace the one that he'd temporarily lost. He was noticing things that he'd always taken for granted in all the time that he and Ianto had made love.

He would know those kisses anywhere, whether he could see the man who was kissing him or not. No one else's lips were as sweet as Ianto's; no one else's kiss could taste so fiery, sending liquid lava coursing through his veins.

Ianto's scent was unmistakable, as well. There was that slightly spicy aftershave that he always used, one that the Doctor had grown used to; underlying it was the tangy scent of Ianto's skin, something that was unique to him and that the Doctor would always recognize.

And of course, there was Ianto's touch -- the touch that he would know and respond to immediately, no matter where they are and what situation they were in. No one else had ever known how to touch him in the way that Ianto did -- and no one else ever would.

The words that Ianto breathed into his ear sounded breathy, barely phrased. Did his lover's voice always sound this way in the heat of passion? He couldn't remember; it was just one of the many things he'd known was there but had never really paid attention to.

Even without being able to see the man who was making love to him, he would know Ianto anywhere. Their bodies had an understanding between them that he could never possibly have with anyone else, a connection that no one but his soul mate could give him.

Each thrust was slow and deep; Ianto was taking his time, not pushing either of them to the brink too quickly. The Doctor's arms were wrapped around his lover's neck, just as his legs were wrapped around Ianto's waist, as though he was trying to merge their two bodies into one.

The Doctor had to fight the urge to reach up and remove the blindfold; it still felt strange not being able to look into Ianto's face while they were making love, to see every expression on those beloved features. He felt that he was missing out one of the best parts of lovemaking.

But he wasn't going to remove the blindfold until Ianto told him to -- or until his young lover removed it himself. He was going to see this through, no matter how disconcerting it might feel. At least it was nothing like his experiences with the Master.

The Master had used the fact that he was in darkness to disorient him, but Ianto wasn't doing that. Ianto was using that darkness to heighten his other senses -- or did his lover always touch him this way when they made love? He couldn't quite remember ....

Maybe this was something else that he'd taken for granted, the gentle kissing and touching and all of the attention that Ianto paid to the most sensitive areas of his body with his hands and lips. He'd never thought about anything but the fact that they were joined, their bodies as one.

He'd always been so caught up in the physical sensations that he'd never quite realized just how they were being created within him. But now, with his sight taken away, he could revel in the feel of those gentle kisses and caresses, as well as the pleasure of Ianto's thrusts.

All too soon, he could feel his muscles tightening, his body quickly scaling the peak that he would throw himself from and spiral down to the ground again. This kind of pleasure couldn't last for long, but it was utterly exquisite while it was happening.

Without warning, his orgasm washed over him; the Doctor was caught up in a wave of pleasure that snatched the breath from his lungs for a few seconds. He gasped out Ianto's name, his legs tightening around his lover's body before his muscles relaxed.

It took him a few moments to gather his wits about him; when he did, he realized that Ianto had pulled out of him and was now lying next to him, holding him close and pressing gentle kisses to his mouth, brushing strands of damp hair back from his face.

Slowly, the blindfold was removed; the Doctor blinked and squinted, the light seeming unbearably bright for a few seconds before his eyes adjusted to it. He focused on Ianto's face, so close to his own, taking in the love on those beloved features.

"You've never looked so beautiful to me as you do now," the Time Lord whispered, raising a hand to cup Ianto's cheek. "I think that I might have taken being able to see you when we made love for granted before. But I never will again."

"I think we've both taken some things about each other for granted," Ianto told him, his tone soft. "But that's only to be expected, Doctor. We never realise what we have, until part of it is taken away from us -- even if it's not taken away permanently."

"I don't think I could deal with having my sight taken away for good." The Doctor shuddered, burrowing into Ianto's embrace. "I don't even want to think about that. Not being able to see you again .... I couldn't live with that, Ianto."

"That's not going to happen, love." Ianto pulled him closer, wrapping his arms around the Doctor's waist and letting the Time Lord snuggle against the warmth of his body. "I promise, we won't do something like this again unless you say you want it."

The Doctor nodded, heaving a sigh of relief and closing his eyes. All he wanted to do was fall asleep in Ianto's arms -- and open his eyes in the morning to see the man he loved lying beside him. That was a vision that he could never take for granted -- and never get enough of seeing.

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