Title: Archive Hunting
By: amuly
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Word Count: 2,806
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Ianto finds some special leather straps in the archives, and devises a way to test them on Jack. PWP.
Warnings: Bondage, stopwatch kink
A/N: Written as an expansion of #4 from 42 RUfaS, as requested by analia_the_1st

 

            Ianto grinned as he waited. He was taking a risk with his selection of archive item for Jack to retrieve, but it would be worth it. Besides, it seemed like his risk had paid off: Jack only had a minute left to return to him with the item in hand, otherwise Ianto won. And since the sound of Jack’s footsteps was not reaching his ears, he was fairly certain of his victory.

            One minute later, Ianto slipped the stopwatch into his pocket triumphantly. He had won the bet, and Jack was his prize. Now, to retrieve the item that Jack was supposed to have found himself, and then find Jack.

That Morning:

            “Jack?”

            “Mm. Yeah, Ianto?”

            Ianto closed his eyes and sighed happily as Jack reached up and stroked a hand through his hair. Content, he pressed his face further into Jack’s neck, breathing his pheromones in deep. In Ianto’s personal opinion, morning sex was the second best sex with Jack: it was lazy, and warm, and whenever they had it they always had time to lie around for a few minutes before they had to get up and start their day.

            “I have an idea for a game. With the stopwatch.”

            “My favorite kind of game.”

            Ianto smiled into Jack’s neck. “Well, you might not like it.”

            Ianto felt Jack shift above him, but it was only to throw a leg over Ianto’s. “What is it?”

            “Archive scavenger hunt.”

            “Archive scavenger hunt?”

            “Yes.” He waited a moment, practically feeling Jack weighing the pros and cons in his mind.

            “So, what, I pick something for you to find, you pick something for me to find, and we time it to see who can find their item fastest?”

            “The gist of it, yes.”

            Beneath him, Jack pulled an arm free and wrapped it around Ianto. “And we bet our usual?” Jack’s hand had slipped slowly down Ianto’s back, before reaching his arse and squeezing emphatically. Ianto groaned, shifting in closer to Jack.

            “Of course,” he murmured breathily.

            “Could be fun,” Jack mused, before drawing Ianto up into a deep kiss.

Present:

             Ianto smiled to himself as he made his way expertly through the archives. Really, the whole archive scavenger hunt had been a ruse. His real motivation was much more sinister: he had discovered an item in the archives a few weeks back, and had been dying to try it out on Jack. But, if he had just told Jack about it, he would have wanted to try it out on him. Just like when…

            Ianto came to a stop in front of the archive drawer he had been looking for. He glanced down the surrounding aisles: Jack was nowhere to be seen. Pro: Ianto had decidedly won the bet. Con: He’d have to go hunting for a lost Jack, now. Ianto shook his head and sighed as he opened the drawer. Ah. There they were. Ianto pulled out two, seemingly innocuous, leather straps. The soft brown leather moved slightly under his touch, as if trying to curl around his skin. Carefully he rolled the straps up, then closed the drawer and started back out into the archives, hunting for Jack.

            He had taken a risk, selecting the straps for Jack to locate. For one, they were labeled as a sex toy: a siren call for Jack. But, they were from the 1941 archives. Thing was, Jack was so busy during World War II (at last count, Ianto was fairly certain there were at least four Jack’s alive at the time, and at least two serving in the war), that Ianto was willing to bet that he had no idea what was going on in Torchwood at the time. As usual, Ianto appeared to be right.

            Pulling out his PDA, Ianto flicked through it with his thumb, calling up the heat sensors in the archives. Ah, there he was. Ianto smiled. Jack was currently an entire level below him, and four rooms further back. Taking a sharp left, Ianto pushed open a door to the archive stairwell, and began hurrying after Jack.

            A good five minutes later, and Ianto tucked his PDA back into his jacket pocket. He could hear Jack pacing and cursing. “Damn it, archive scavenger hunt. It’ll be fun. Five minute handicap…” As silently as he could, Ianto crept forward. “Oh for…Ianto? Ianto! I’m lost! Ianto? How do I get out of here?”

            Ianto took that as his cue to step out from the shadows. He slipped a hand around Jack’s waist and leaned in close, lips brushing the shell of his ear. “Excellent job, sir. We’re far enough away from prying eyes for me to claim my prize, uninterrupted.”

            Nimbly, Ianto began to undo Jack’s belt and slip his hand inside. A groan reverberated through Jack’s body and into Ianto’s. “Was the…plan…all along.”

            “Of course it was, Jack.” Ianto turned and started sucking at Jack’s neck, as his hand continued to stroke his arousal steadily. Beneath him, Jack hummed happily. “Do you want to know what item you were supposed to retrieve?”

            Ianto bit down gently on the juncture of Jack’s neck and collarbone, causing any response he might have been formulating to be lost, and turned into a groan. Gently Ianto lapped at the reddened flesh, kissing it softly before shifting to the other side of Jack’s neck.

            “Hm? Aren’t you curious, Jack?”

            Again, Ianto bit down, except this time he accompanied the bite with a twist of his wrist as he stroked Jack’s cock, swiping his thumb over the head to complete the movement. Again, Jack moaned. Precome began to leak out of him and onto Ianto’s fingers. He spread it out over Jack’s arousal, slicking it up for his hand.

            “Why don’t I show you what you were supposed to retrieve?” With that, Ianto spun Jack around and pushed him backward, into the shelf behind him. Jack blinked, arousal getting in the way of any higher cognitive functions. “Lie down.”

            A moment’s confused pause, then Jack’s eyes widened and he complied quickly. “What…what’s in your hand, Ianto?”

            Ianto hefted the two rolled-up leather straps. “Oh, these?”

            Jack nodded, licking his lips as he stared at the straps with dilated pupils. Ianto sank to the ground and covered Jack’s body with his own. “Just some leather straps. I thought I might test them out on my prize?”

            Immediately Jack lifted his hands over his head, grabbing one wrist with the other hand. “Yes, yes, Ianto…”

            Perfect. Ianto couldn’t suppress a grin at the sight before him: an overly-aroused Jack Harkness, exposed cock leaking precome and hips lifting suggestively. “First, get undressed.”

            If there was one thing Jack was supremely good at, it was getting undressed. In a moment his clothes were thrown into a corner, and he was back to lying on the ground, hands clasped above his head. “Now, Ianto?”

            Ianto stroked his chin, mock-considering. “Alright, Jack.” Leaning forward, Ianto unrolled the first leather strap and wrapped it around Jack’s wrists, binding them together over his head. Once in position, the strap automatically tightened and sealed itself together.

Beneath him, Jack frowned and felt at the strap with his fingertips. “What…”

“Shh. Now for your ankles…” Ianto moved down to Jack’s ankles and did the same, wrapping the strap around them and binding them together. The strap fused to itself, just like the first one had. Satisfied, Ianto sat back on his heels and watched as Jack’s eyes narrowed.

“Ianto, what are these?”

“Leather straps, Jack. Isn’t it obvious?”

Jack eyed Ianto suspiciously. “Well, where I’m from, leather doesn’t fuse to itself when wrapped around someone. What are these?”

Filthy look firmly in place, Ianto crawled up Jack. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to Jack’s ear, as he whispered, “These straps are partly made from Hruvian vines. They don’t release until you orgasm.”

Beneath him, Jack’s hips jerked up into him involuntarily. Ianto grinned as he pulled away. “So, now that they’re in place…” He sat back on his heels and observed Jack patiently. For a few seconds Jack fiddled with the straps, twisting his wrists and prying at them with his fingertips. Once he apparently came to the conclusion that they weren’t coming off, he turned his attention back to Ianto, who was eyeing his actions coolly.

“Ianto…” Jack’s voice was breathy and lust-tinged. The look he was giving Ianto – like he was stripping away his clothes and mentally fucking him – went straight to Ianto’s groin. Suddenly his trousers were too tight, and his collar too constricting. Ianto tugged off his jacket and tie, then paused.

“Jack,” Ianto eyed Jack carefully, “do you want me to fuck you?”

Jack’s hips thrust uselessly into the air, and he nodded vigorously. “Yes, Ianto, please…”

“Then undress me.” Ianto walked on his knees over to Jack, throwing a leg over him, straddling him.

Immediately Jack sat up, bringing his hands down to Ianto’s waistcoat. “Could have asked me to do this before you tied my wrists…” he grumbled.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Ianto mumbled. He leaned in and kissed Jack, whose fingers paused in their task as he kissed back. Their tongues languidly stroked over each other, entering first Jack’s mouth, then Ianto’s. Jack pulled back and raised his arms up, over Ianto’s head. Ianto temporarily forgot about all his plans, and let Jack kiss him, bound arms wrapped around his back. He brought a hand up to the back of Jack’s head as the kiss deepened. Jack’s hips thrust lightly against Ianto’s, and both men gasped into the kiss. Ianto pulled away first, reluctantly. “Waistcoat.” He mumbled the word against Jack’s lips, eyes still closed.

Jack lifted his hands back up and brought them between them, fingers fumbling awkwardly with the buttons. He managed the three buttons, then pushed the waistcoat off Ianto’s shoulders one-by-one. Ianto grinned, not raising a hand to help Jack in his task. Next came his shirt buttons. Jack struggled with the smaller buttons, impatience obvious. Still, Ianto just watched, smiling happily. “Could help…”

Ianto shook his head. “I won the bet, I decide the terms. Keep unbuttoning.”

 Jack grumbled, but complied. When the last of the buttons were finally undone, Jack pushed the shirt open, then leaned in and started sucking on one of Ianto’s nipples. Ianto groaned, reaching up a hand to thread through Jack’s hair. “Mm, Jack…wasn’t the plan…”

“Don’t care.” Jack took the nipple between his teeth and rolled it, causing Ianto’s head to fall back in pleasure. Through a haze of lust, Ianto noticed Jack’s hands slipping down to his belt, fumbling to undo it while still bound together. He managed, just as he switched his attention to Ianto’s left nipple. Next came Ianto’s trouser buttons and zipper. As soon as he got those undone, Jack reached a hand in and wrapped it firmly around Ianto’s arousal. Ianto moaned and leaned forward, pressing his forehead to Jack’s shoulder. With his hands bound, Jack’s strokes were awkward, but the awkwardness just made it all the more arousing for Ianto.

“Ianto…” Jack’s lips touched the back of Ianto’s neck as he breathed his name. Ianto could only hum in response, too focused was he on the feel of Jack’s hands stroking him. “Ianto, I want you…” Ianto groaned. Oh, Jack was swiping his thumb over the head of his arousal.

With more willpower than Ianto thought he possessed, he urged Jack’s hands away and pushed him backward, until he was lying on the floor again. Jack obediently lifted his hands above his head, lifting his lips invitingly. “Ianto…”

Ianto groaned. Damn Jack Harkness. He fumbled with his shoes and trousers, slipping them off hurriedly. Oh, lube, right, where did he…Ianto practically screamed in frustration as he scrambled in his trouser pockets for it. Finally his fingers wrapped around a small bottle, and he pulled it out triumphantly. “Sorry, couldn’t find…” He turned back to Jack, who was watching him with a small smile on his face. Ianto frowned. “Don’t look so amused, Jack. I could just leave you here.”

Jack’s eyes widened in mock-concern. “Oh, you wouldn’t do that to me, would you, Ianto?”

Ianto grumbled as he sidled into Jack’s lap. “I suppose not. But only because I plan on using you for my own devices.”

Jack nodded as Ianto uncapped the lube and squeezed some onto his fingers. “Of course, that’s-” any witty retort on Jack’s part was cut off as Ianto slipped a single lubed finger inside him. Ianto watched his hands twitch above his head and start to move.

“No. Keep them up there.” Ianto nodded at Jack’s bound wrists. Jack groaned, but complied.

“Alright, but only if you – ah…” Ianto pushed another slicked-up finger inside of Jack, and scissored the two, stretching Jack around his fingers. Jack’s head fell to the side, breaths starting to come more quickly. Pushing a third finger in, Ianto concentrated on judging Jack’s readiness. One more quick scissor of his fingers, and Ianto pulled them out, leaving Jack whining and pressing his hips up into Ianto’s.

Hurriedly, Ianto squeezed some more lube into his palm and slicked himself up with it. He rolled off Jack’s lap, nodding at him. “Legs up.”

Obediently Jack lifted his bound legs into the air. Ianto positioned himself in front of Jack’s entrance, and Jack lowered his legs, resting them on Ianto’s shoulders. Ianto placed a small kiss to the inside of Jack’s ankle, before turning to look down at him. “Okay?”

“Ianto,” Jack grunted angrily, pressing his hips down toward Ianto. “Just come on.”

“So impatient…” Ianto reproached, but moved forward. With one swift movement, he thrust himself inside Jack. The groans of both men filled the air, and Ianto took a moment to steady himself before pulling out and thrusting back in. Ianto’s hand scrambled for Jack’s hip, and they fell into a rhythm: Ianto thrusting into Jack, as Jack pushed his hips down onto Ianto.

After a minute Ianto couldn’t stand it anymore. He needed to kiss Jack: those beautiful lips - slightly parted, sweat beading the upper lip – were just begging for it. He shifted, leaning forward. Jack followed his lead and brought his legs down to wrap around Ianto’s waist. Now lying flush on top of Jack, Ianto kissed him as he thrust. Their tongues mimicked the movement of their hips, and too soon Ianto had to break the kiss, gasping for air.

“Ianto, can I…”

Ianto nodded, pressing his forehead to Jack’s neck. Jack brought his bound arms down to Ianto’s back, misaligned fingers stroking over the sweaty flesh there. Ianto moaned, the ghosting feeling of those fingers over-stimulating him. “Jack, are you…”

“Close,” Jack grunted out in confirmation. Ianto fumbled with his hands until he reached Jack’s waist, then heaved his hips up, angling his thrusts more carefully. Jack moaned, hips stuttering against Ianto’s. “There, there. Just…few more…” Two more thrusts, and Jack was clenching around Ianto, warm cum spurting out between their stomachs. Ianto groaned, redoubling his efforts. A moment later he came, thrusting into Jack’s warm heat. He went limp on top of Jack.

As Ianto came back to himself, he groaned. He could feel their heartbeats pounding together in their chests, breaths both coming in short gasps. Ianto pulled out of Jack, then reached up and kissed him. Jack moaned happily into Ianto’s mouth, and ran his hands through Ianto’s hair. With a start, Ianto pulled back.

“Oh, right,” he mumbled sheepishly.

Jack laughed, holding his free hands out in front of Ianto triumphantly. “Looks like they did what they were supposed to.”

“Thank goodness. I wasn’t sure…”

Jack laughed, nudging at Ianto to get off of him. Ianto complied, observing that Jack’s feet were unbound as well. “What would you have done if they hadn’t come off?”

As he gathered up his clothes and started to put them on, Ianto smirked evilly. “Oh, I was hoping for that. Then I could drag you around on a leash all day, at my beck and call.”

Next to him, Jack laughed and mock-shivered. “Oh, Ianto, you just hit on my secret dream: to be your sex slave for the rest of eternity.”

“You aren’t already?” Ianto arched an eyebrow as he buttoned his shirt.

Jack growled and grabbed Ianto, drawing him in for a smoldering kiss. “Mm, I’m going to have to teach you some manners. Next time we bet on something I can win.”

Laughing, Ianto pushed Jack away. “When you win you always want to bottom anyway.”

Jack shrugged on his shirt as he laughed. “Well, with you as inventive and hardworking as you are, who wouldn’t want to just lie back and enjoy?”

As Ianto rolled up the straps again and started back out of the archives, Jack in tow, he nodded. “Excellent point, sir.”