Title: Love in the Moonlight
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Ianto Jones/Tenth Doctor
Fandom: Torchwood/Doctor Who
Rating: NC-17
Table: 1, 50scenes
Prompt: 7, Moonlight
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 stood at the balcony of the suite he and Ianto had checked into in the hotel nearest to the hospital on this planet, staring out at the moon in the sky. Strange how much it was like the moon on Earth, the Time Lord reflected, his gaze taking in the scene before him.

The silvery glow shone down on him, illuminating his naked body and the room around him. There was some lure about moonlight that was irresistible, the Doctor thought dreamily, letting his gaze take in the quiet scene outside the sliding doors.

It was a pity Ianto wasn't standing here with him; moonlight was awfully conducive to romance. But his young lover was asleep in the bedroom of the suite, and the Doctor didn't want to wake him. Ianto needed his rest; he might be immortal, but he was human.

What would they be doing if Ianto was here in this room with him right now? Would they be looking out at the beautifully bright moonlit night, admiring it together? Or would they be doing something else entirely, something that focus only on themselves?

As though in answer to his unasked question, a pair of strong arms slid around his waist from behind; he could tell that it was Ianto, simply from the touch. He would know his lover anywhere; no one else touched him the way that Ianto did.

The Doctor leaned back into his lover's embrace, closing his eyes and letting his body relax. There was something so incredibly soothing about being able to sink into the arms of the man he loved, a feeling that nothing cuold bother him or hurt him. A feeling of complete, ultimate peace.

"What are you doing out here?" Ianto whispered into his ear, his breath warm against the Doctor's bare skin. "Come back to bed, love." One hand moved down the front of the Doctor's body, fingers touching and teasing, not quite stroking over the Time Lord's flesh.

The Doctor sighed softly, contentedly, not wanting to move from where he was standing. He knew they would have to go back into the bedroom eventually, but at the moment, he was far too comfortable and relaxed to even think about making the effort.

It took him a few moments to realize that Ianto had moved away slightly, pushing him forward against the cool glass of the sliding doors. The Doctor's eyes opened wide when he felt his lover's fingers at his entrance; he gasped when two fingers slid inside him.

Within seconds, those fingers were probing deeply, stroking against his prostate, making him moan. The Doctor leaned against the glass doors, not caring that the moonlight was shining down brightly on the scene, illuminating them for anyone who might happen to look up and see.

He was still opened from their lovemaking earlier in the evening; he needed no lube, no preparation. He only needed to feel Ianto inside him, taking him, loving him, joining their bodies in the most primal embrace possible. He needed to feel that pleasure, that closeness.

Within a few moments, Ianto's fingers were sliding out of him, those strong arms wrapping around his waist again and pulling him back against the other man. The Doctor spread his legs, his breath catching in his throat, his muscles tensing in anticipation.

When Ianto entered him, there was that tiny quicksilver flash of pain that was always inevitable, but that sensation quickly melted into deep, pulsing waves of pleasure that flowed through his body. No one had ever made him feel the way that Ianto did; no one else had been made for him.

Their bodies fit together in a way that he wouldn't have thought possible. It was as though he was a velvet glove that Ianto could slip into, any time, anywhere. The two of them had been made to fit perfectly with each other; he was utterly convinced of that.

It had taken him over nine hundred years to find the person who he'd been meant to bond with, nine hundred years of searching, trying and failing, wondering if he was doomed to always be alone, or if there would ever be a person who could fit into his life and hearts.

When they had first met, there had been no inkling that they would be like this with each other. He'd known that there was a spark of interest on both sides; that had been more than obvious. But he hadn't known that he was meeting the man who would be the love of his life.

Had Ianto known that, when they'd first met? Had there been some inkling in his mind that they would be together like this, that the two of them would be joined so completely, almost seeming to become one body, one single entity melded from two?

It didn't matter whether either of them had known what they would become at the time of their first meeting; all that mattered was that they were together now, that they had an unbreakable bond that could never be severed, that his body, hearts and soul belonged to this man.

He gasped as Ianto pulled back and then thrust in deeper, rocking his hips back into his lover's movement. Being joined in this kind of primal embrace wasn't what he'd expected when he'd come out here to gaze up at the light of the moon, but it was welcome nonetheless.

Within a few moments, he was close to the edge, hanging over a precipice and just waiting for the thrust that would push him over, send him flying into the air and then plummeting down into that deep chasm where Ianto waited to catch him at the bottom.

When it came, the pleasure crashed over him like a wave, sending him soaring sky-high and then spiraling downward at such a rapid rate that it made him gasp; stars seemed to flash before his eyes, whirling by in a maelstrom that seemed to have no end.

The Doctor sagged back into Ianto's arms, breathing heavily, blinking to clear the residual sparks that still seemed to dance in front of his vision. Maybe he was still slightly confused from that blow to his head; he almost felt as disoriented now as he had then.

But no, it was only the overwhelming pleasure that Ianto could always make him feel. This had nothing to do with that surprise attack -- if it had indeed been an attack against him -- but more to do with the purely physical pleasure that his lover could make him feel.

Sighing softly, he turned his head to nuzzle his cheek against Ianto's bare shoulder, feeling the other man's arms tighten around his waist. Ianto raised a hand to stroke his arm, his breath ruffling the Doctor's hair when he spoke. "I love you. I always will."

"I love you too, sweetheart," the Doctor replied in a whisper, his gaze going back to the fullness of the silvery moon shining down upon them. He didn't care if they were illuminated there for all the world to see; he was happy just to be here with the man he loved.

Ianto was his heart and soul, his unwavering, steady rock in a world that often seemed to shift dangerously like quicksand beneath his feet. No matter what might happen, he knew that he could always find shelter and safety in this man's arms.

"It's beautiful here," Ianto murmured, looking up at the sky. "I almost don't want to leave, but we only came here to have you checked out in a hospital. And since they've given you a clean bill of health, I don't think we really have a need to stay much longer, do you?"

The Doctor shook his head, feeling a little sad that they would leave this peaceful place soon. In spite of the fact that it was a densely populated planet, no one had bothered them, and he had enjoyed the two days that they'd already spent here.

"I'll be sorry to leave," he said, the regret evident in his voice. "But I do think it's time we got back to the Tardis and went back out into time and space. After all, I'm not doing my job as a Time Lord if I'm sitting here and enjoying myself, am I?"

"I think that given what could have happened to you, that you've got every right to be here," Ianto told him, his tone brooking no argument. "But I think that we've been here for long enough -- unless you'd like to take a bit of a vacation. I wouldn't mind that at all, love."

"A vacation sounds like a wonderful idea," the Doctor murmured, a smile starting to spread across his features. "We can stay here for another day or so, and then go to a pleasure planet. I'd quite like to make love in the moonlight in a place that's meant for love."

Ianto nodded agreement, his smile mirroring the Doctor's. Both men looked up at the sky as the moon seemed to brighten in the night sky; they both took it as an indication that they were making the right decision, and that the moon would soon be smiling down on them again.

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