Title: The Promise of A New Day
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Ianto Jones/Tenth Doctor
Fandom: Doctor Who/Torchwood
Rating: NC-17
Table: 3
Prompt: 13, Dawn
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the Tenth Doctor or Jack Harkness. Please do not sue.

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Ianto wasn't sure just what had awakened him; maybe it was the fact that the Doctor wasn't sleeping beside him. But something had made him wake up, wide awake from the moment he'd opened his eyes. His hand had immediately reached out, startled to find that the Doctor wasn't there by his side.

He didn't blame the Doctor for being unable to sleep, he thought, sitting up and squinting against the pale grey light of dawn that was slowly seeping through the curtained windows of his bedroom. He'd been through more lately than any one person should have to endure.

Ianto threw back the covers, starting to feel worried about the Doctor's absence. It was odd that the Time Lord had gotten out of bed without waking him; it bothered him that after all of his worry about the times when the Doctor disappeared, he could have slept through the disturbance that had caused his love to leave their bed early in the morning.

He padded through the apartment, looking into the small study, the bathroom, the kitchen. The Doctor was in none of those rooms; Ianto frowned as he headed towards the living room. If the Doctor wasn't there, then he had a bigger problem than he'd originally thought.

He could feel the Time Lord's presence as soon as he stepped into the spacious room, even if he hadn't seen the slender figure huddled on one side of the couch. The Doctor had wrapped a blanket around his thin frame, curling up under it with his eyes closed. He looked as though he was trying to fold in upon himself, to disappear from the world's view.

Ianto hesitated in the doorway, his eyes on the Doctor. Was he sleeping? Why had he left their bed to come in here -- alone? A wave of fear swept over him; maybe the Doctor didn't want to be near him. Maybe his love placed the blame with him for not coming to his rescue sooner.

The young man pressed his hands against the door frame, biting at his lower lip as he stared at his sleeping lover. The Doctor wasn't like that, he told himself, consciously trying to slow the rapid-fire beating of his heart. He wouldn't blame Ianto for something that hadn't been his fault. He didn't hold grudges, didn't place blame.

After hesitating for a few moments, he made his way slowly across the carpet, sinking down on the couch next to the Doctor, hoping that he wouldn't wake the sleeping Time Lord. The Doctor had gotten little enough sleep lately; he had woken in the night nearly every night for the past week, clutching at Ianto and whimpering. It was always quite some time before Ianto managed to soothe him back into sleep.

Ianto reached out to stroke the fringe of tawny hair that fell over the Doctor's forehead back from his face, letting his fingertips trail down the velvety softness of the Time Lord's cheek. He looked so innocent like this, Ianto mused, unable to resist the urge to gather the Doctor into his arms. At the moment, he didn't care if he woke the other man.

The Doctor stirred, weakly trying to push Ianto away before he realized who it was holding him. He burrowed into Ianto's arms, letting his young lover strip the blanket away from his body and move gentle hands over his slender naked limbs. Ianto wrapped his arms around his love, pulling the Doctor into his lap and pressing gentle kisses against his warm skin.

He could never get enough of touching the Doctor, Ianto thought, breathing in the soft tang of his love's skin, the scent of vanilla shampoo that clung to the Doctor's hair, enjoying the warmth of the slender Time Lord's body in his arms. He could wake up like this every morning for the rest of his life, he told himself, his hands moving lower on the Doctor's body, palms smoothing down those slim hips.

He lifted the Doctor's hips slightly, letting the slender man straddle his body, moving his hands up the Doctor's sides. Leaning his head back against the softness of the couch cushions, he looked up at the man he loved, his hands sliding around the Doctor's body to cup the Time Lord's bare ass in his palms.

"I think you have me exactly where you want me," the Doctor whispered, his slightly raspy voice breaking the silence between them.

"Only if you want to be here, my love," Ianto whispered back, raising one hand to smooth the Doctor's hair. Was he imagining the flicker of fear that had crossed the Doctor's features, or was it real?

"I .... I'm not sure." No, he wasn't imagining it. The Doctor sounded unsure, frightened.

"What's wrong, beloved?" Ianto's voice was soft and loving, both hands moving up the Doctor's back in a soft caress. "You don't have to be afraid to tell me, you know."

The Doctor shook his head, his gaze not meeting Ianto's. He seemed to be looking everywhere but at his lover, his voice a little shaky when he finally spoke. "I'm not afraid. Just .... cautious, that's all."

Ianto wrapped his arms around the Doctor, pulling his love against his own body, closing his eyes and resting his cheek against the softness of the Doctor's hair. "Please tell me, love. You know I won't be angry. I know you've been through a lot lately, and if there's any way that I can help you to deal with that, then I will."

"I know you will," the Doctor whispered, sounding as though he was on the verge of tears. "I don't know what's wrong with me. I think it may be some sort of delayed reaction."

"You know I would never hurt you," Ianto murmured, his hands stroking down the Doctor's back, his movements slow and langorous. "I'd never do anything that you didn't want. If you told me to stop something, I would."

The Doctor nodded, his body shifting against Ianto's, gasping when his half-hardened cock rubbed against Ianto's own erection. The younger man's gasp mirrored the Doctor's, their breaths mingling as their mouths found each other, the kiss more intense than any that had gone before it.

Ianto slid down on the couch, his hands moving to the Doctor's slender hips, steadying him. A soft moan escaped his lips when the Doctor moved forward slightly, back arching, spreading his legs a little wider.

"Do you want me?" the Doctor whispered against Ianto's lips, his words surprising the young Welshman. That wasn't what he'd expected to hear.

"You know I do," he answered, his words hoarse and strained, his physical reaction to the Doctor's bare ass pressing against his hard cock taking his breath away.

"I need you inside me," the Doctor whispered, his voice taking on a pleading note. "I need you to take away the feeling of .... of being used."

"I will, my love," Ianto murmured, swallowing back tears. He hated the idea of his love feeling that way, losing something of himself when anyone other than Ianto touched him. "I'll be gentle with you, I promise."

"I need gentle." The Doctor's voice broke, his words almost a sob.

"You need gentle," Ianto agreed, vowing to himself that he would not only be gentle -- he would make this the best lovemaking that the Doctor had ever experienced.

This was more than just sex. This was making love, joining not only their bodies, but their souls.

Ianto moved his hands up the Doctor's body, over his hips, up his sides, letting his eyes follow the path of his fingertips. He'd never seen anything as beautiful as the Doctor positioned above him, his bare body pale in the dim half-light of the early dawn. Ianto's breath caught in his throat; he wanted to hold this image of the Doctor in his mind's eye forever.

"You're in control, beloved," he whispered, his hands stroking the Doctor's slender hips. "Everything that happens is up to you."

It dawned on Ianto that there was no lube in the living room; he looked around to see if there was anything that could substitute. Hand lotion? It would have to do, he told himself, reaching for it and warming it in the palm of his hand before liberally coating two fingers with the thick substance.

The Doctor shifted his position slightly, enough for Ianto to slide a hand between their bodies to let his fingers stroke across his entrance. The Time Lord moaned at his touch, his head falling back, back arching, his hips jerking forward as a finger slipped into him.

Ianto pressed a second finger inside the slender man on top of him, his other hand moving between the Doctor's legs to cup his balls. A shiver shook the Gallifreyan's body as Ianto rolled his balls between gentle fingers, working his fingers in and out of the Doctor in a slow, steady rhythm. He couldn't take his eyes off the Doctor's face; the Time Lord's cheeks were flushed, his lips parted, eyes closed, soft moans coming from his throat.

Reluctantly, Ianto slid his fingers out of the Doctor's body, letting the slender Time Lord position himself above his cock. All the Doctor would have to do was ease himself down on Ianto's cock, controlling the depth and force of the penetration.

The Doctor was trembling, his body tense and tight. Ianto placed his hands on the Time Lord's hips to guide him, leaning forward to place a gentle kiss on his navel.

Slowly, carefully, the Doctor let his body sink onto Ianto's cock, his soft cry piercing the air when he was penetrated. Ianto kept stroking his hips, murmuring soft, incoherent words.

Ianto didn't try to control the rhythm in any way; he let the Doctor take the lead, the Time Lord's muscles contracting around his cock as he lifted himself slightly, then sank back down, one hand reaching for Ianto's and twining their fingers tightly together.

His other hand moved between the Doctor's legs, wrapping around the Time Lord's cock, stroking him in a slow, steady rhythm. Nothing could be this good, he thought dazedly, his head spinning with the sensations. Nothing could possibly compare to the vision the Doctor presented to his eyes, the feeling of his love on top of him, pleasuring himself with Ianto's body.

His breath was coming in sharp, ragged gasps; the Doctor's body tightened with every downward thrust, enveloping him a tight heat that he hadn't known was possible. The Gallifreyan's body had never felt like this around him, the different angle of penetration making him feel tighter. Ianto wanted it to last for much longer, but his orgasm was already washing over him, his groan torn from his throat even as the Doctor threw his head back and cried out.

The Time Lord collapsed on top of Ianto; the young Welshman wrapped his arms around his lover and held him close, thrilled by the orgasmic shudders that shook the Doctor's body. Of all the people in the world that the Doctor could have chosen, he was the one capable of giving the Time Lord this pleasure. The thought made him feel like Superman.

The Doctor lay there on Ianto's chest for what seemed like a long time before he stirred and pointed to the window. "It's morning," he murmured, his head pillowed on Ianto's shoulder, showing no signs of moving.

"Indeed it is," Ianto whispered, one hand moving down the Doctor's back to rest on the curve of his ass. It was amazing to touch him there, to feel that they were still connected, his cock still buried inside the Doctor's body.

"Ianto?" The Doctor's voice was small, breathy, still a little raspy.

"Yes, my love?"

"I don't feel used."

"Then I think our mission is accomplished," the young Welshman whispered, his hand moving up the Doctor's body to tangle in his hair. "Though I believe that I still need to work on the 'gentle' bit."

"I think we should work on it in the bedroom," the Doctor said softly, raising his head to gaze into Ianto's eyes. "It would be much more comfortable than the couch."

"I couldn't agree more," Ianto murmured, wrapping his arms around the Doctor's waist and pressing a kiss to his waiting lips. "And I think we should get started right away."

"Oh, yes. This could take some time," the Doctor replied, shifting his body so that Ianto's cock slipped out of him. He stood up on shaky legs, holding out his hand to his lover. "Perhaps all of the weekend. And then some."

Ianto couldn't keep back a smile of satisfaction. "At least that long. In fact, we may be working on this for a long time."

He got up from the couch to follow his love back into their bedroom, pushing the Doctor down onto their bed as the day's first ray of sunlight broke through the grey fog of the morning.

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