Title: The Ragnarok Cycle
By: goetterdaemmerung
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: AO
Warnings: Mentions of Incestual Rape, Jack/Ianto angst, some more answers to Ianto's past
Summary: Jack and Ianto are drawn to each other by their strengths and their weakness'. Jack can't give up control and Ianto can't always take it away from him.

***

He stands there in front of the coffee machine, intent and focused as if the fate of the world depended on getting the coffee grounds just so or the water just below boiling. The perfect cup, he does it every time.

I can see his hands caress the percolator, long graceful fingers deftly stroking down the machine and back up again. His eyes are closed as if he is in another world, his movements the only thing grounding him here with me... I mean us.

I never realised what a sensual creature Ianto was, every movement so fluid and erotic, a light touch here, a sharp twist there. All unconsciously performed in front of a very appreciative audience, me.

His fingers are combing through the coffee beans as if they were grains of sand, those sensitive fingers selecting only the most premium beans to use. Carding the beans through his fingers into the grinder he opens his eyes and shifts his weight to the balls of his feet. Oh Christ, he's leaning forward to inhale the aroma of the beans, his tight arse framed by those pin stripe suit pants.

I never knew the art of coffee making was this erotic, the groan emerging from within the deep recesses of his soul resonates within me. I can feel, smell and experience everything he does, but only vicariously. I need to know first hand. I need him to touch me the same way he does the percolator, inhale my scent and groan in sheer lust.

Oh fuck, he's licking his lips in anticipation, that has just got me ready in anticipation for the hand job I'll be giving myself in about 5 minutes time. It is nothing new, Ianto has always managed to get me ready, willing and able, albeit only with myself as the starring lead.

Christ, I am so hard it is hurting me, I have go while I still can walk. I give the throbbing a gentle squeeze and can't escape the gasp it wrenches out of me. Fuck, I hope he didn't hear that. Time to disappear before he knows I'm here.

As I turn around to escape I feel his footsteps approach, too stunned to move I turn to face him. Holy fucking mother of god, he is stalking me like a predator, his eyes fully dilated, nostrils flared. His breathing is abnormally deep and ragged and in his hand is the container of coffee beans.

I back slowly away from him, he definitely has an air of incoming fire about him and I am ground zero.

"Don't you want your coffee Jack" he murmurs with a voice roughened by want. "I'll make a special one for you seeing as you seem to like coffee so much."

I amaze myself by barely managing a stutter, too entranced by sheer magnetism he exudes. He is like a walking invitation to sin, a living breathing pheromone. Christ what he does to me.

"Come now Jack, no need to be shy, I know you watch me, whenever I make the coffee, there you are, watching, waiting." He purrs.

"I know you want, you want badly, well guess what? I'm sick of waiting for you to do something about it. I have decided to take what I want and damn the consequences for once."

In a real predator that last line would be delivered not unlike the snarl before the kill.

It is like watching a hypnotist, I am mesmerised by him, frozen to the spot and unwilling to move regardless.

One hand tangles itself in my hair as he pulls me towards him, his tongue flickering out to moisten his lips. All I can see are those lips as I bite mine in response.

"Now" is the exhaled statement as he pushes me further past the door of my office until I collide with my desk.

"Perfect, just perfect" His grin is feral as he steps away from the front of me and with one sweep of his arm, clears the desk of everything on it. His hand back in my hair he yanks me over to him, the pain brings me back to myself somewhat, but nowhere near enough to even contemplate stopping him.

His hands softly caress my face and slowly move down to my shirt. They stop there for a moment, sensing, feeling, when suddenly both hands take a grip of each shirt front and tears them apart leaving me exposed to all and sundry.

My nipples are already hard nubs, but I can't help but moan at the pain/pleasure as he pulls and tweaks then into solid peaks. His face is almost cruel as he exalts over me. His hands move slowly lower, down my stomach, along my sides.

Everywhere he touches is like molten metal, wounding me, healing me. His hands are at my belt now, tugging on it to free the clasp. As his hands work on the belt and trousers his lips have taken the place of his fingers on my chest, his tongue flickering everywhere as if he were scenting me like a snake.

Finally my belt and trousers are free and down. Christ thank god for going commando. Being locked into those pants was nothing short of torture.

"Where's the rope Jack?" he growls at me, making me harder and hornier than I have been for at least the past ten years. Somehow I manage to get out that it is in the desk drawer, second one down.


"Lay down on the desk Jack... spread-eagled" I shudder at the command and basically have to tell myself to start breathing again. I don't know where Ianto learnt to Dom, but fuck me, he certainly knows how to.

"Don't just stand there Jack, I told you to lie down on the desk spread-eagled." His voice is gravel edged with a hint of irritation to it. It is a damn heady mixture, though I could come just from his voice alone.

I don't think I have ever obeyed a command so quickly in my life. As I lay down I feel one wrist being looped with the rope and tightened off, not too tight, but tight enough so I couldn't escape, even if I wanted to.

I hear the rope get thrown under the desk and feel Ianto leave my left side as he made his way to my right side. Picking up the rope, Ianto again loops it around my other wrist and ties it off the same way as the first.

He then does the same with my feet so I am completely at his mercy, unable to get up, but there is enough play in the ropes so I can squirm. Hmmmm, I think that is the idea.

"Back in a second Jack, I need to grab something" Now I am nervous, what if he left me here to be found by Tosh or Gwen or even worse, Owen. The thought of that wilts my cock enough to feel at least somewhat in control of my own body again.

Ianto re-enters the office, shaking something in his hand as he walks.

"I'm going to show exactly how much I like coffee Jack, especially when I get to have it off of you."

He must have opened the canister as the pungent aroma of coffee beans assail my nostrils, but mixed in with the scent is a sweet chocolate smell as well.

"But first we have to make sure the serving platter is clean Jack."

My god, that tongue of his should be registered as a lethal weapon, long slow licks up my chest with the occasional sharp bite on my nipples has me back hard and raring to go yet again. His hands are in constant motion, at one point gently caressing, the next hard and rough, nearly ripping out the hairs on my legs.

Fuck this is good, I'm moaning out loud now, incoherent gasps and raw pants telling him he is doing a good job, when suddenly it all stops. No touch, not a whisper of movement.

I start to plead with him for more, touch me please, just a little, please... please. I am begging before to long, I have no pride left, he has stripped me of that and yet he has barely touched me.

All of a sudden I feel a slight coolness on my skin in different places, not much, just enough sensation to know something has been placed on my stomach and crotch.

I jump as I feel his lips upon me once and a startled yelp escapes me. His lips are pushing something around whilst sucking on it at the same time. I hear a crunch and the bitter aroma of coffee beans assault my senses. His tongue is gone again, only to have it plunged into my own mouth, the bitter taste of coffee, the sweetness of the chocolate and the essence of Ianto

His tongue delves deeply into my mouth, duelling with my own tongue I try to suck all the taste from his mouth, but before I can do that his mouth is back lower down on me.

Oh god, he is nibbling the crease of my hip and crotch, laving the area with his tongue, pushing a coffee bean around as the chocolate melts against my skin. I feel him crunch another bean and open my mouth in anticipation, but his tongue doesn't come for my mouth.

His tongue has a different itinerary in mind. I can feel his tongue lapping my balls, making them tighten up ready to go, but he moves lower still, spreading my legs as far as they can go whilst being tied to the desk like they are.

Holy Fuck, BINGO, fuck me, he just took one swipe of my ass and I turn into a seasoned slut, begging for more, if it wasn't true, I'd be embarrassed, but still...

He is crunching coffee beans again and lapping just around my hole, I'm begging him here to just do me. He finally takes pity on me and spears my arse with one thrust of his tongue, rimming me deep and hard.

I can't take this much more, he'll make me blow before he has even touched my cock. It's driving me out of my fucking mind.

Ianto Jones is currently fucking my arse with his tongue and I am about to blow from it all. He keeps up with the flickering tongue slowly driving me insane, when I feel something harder demands entrance. Oh god, he is fingering me now, I don't know how much I can take anymore.

The gasps and grunts that issue from my mouth must have sounded like a bad porn soundtrack as he decided then and there to shut me up, the tried and true method that is.

Turning around 180 degrees he pulls my body up so my head hangs over the edge of the desk, level with his cock, fuck I need to taste his cock. I start to moan, but he teases me with it, just barely letting me have a taste before pulling away from me.

"Are you sure you want it Jack?" he asks as he slaps his cock against my face. "Do you?"

I am beyond speech, Ianto is thrusting two fingers into my hole, each time they get fully in he twists them and strokes my prostate. My cock is already leaking so much it looks like I have already come. I simply nod and hopes he gets the message.

Fuck, he got the message, no finesse, no warning, he just plunged his cock straight into my throat, fuck even I have to gag at this. He is so far down my throat that he is tapping at my voice box. Just when I feel I can handle anymore and desperately need to breathe, he pulls back enough for me to gasp out a few breaths.

He sets up a good rhythm slowly piston fucking my throat as he spears my arse with his fingers, I can't hold out much longer, just can't I'm about to blow and he hasn't even touched my cock.

Fuck, seems like I'm not the only one who needs to come, with one sharp thrust Ianto plunges deep down my throat and it feels like his cock expands to twice its normal size. I can't fucking breathe and I don't care. He pulls back so I can suck and taste him at the same time.

The shudders that go through him are incredible, but nothing compared to what he does to me. He inserts another finger deep inside my arse and constantly applies pressure to my prostate. I can't handle it any more. I start to buck from the stimulation, but can't get enough leverage seeing as I am tied to the fucking table, when it hits me.

A hoarse scream is rent from my throat as my body goes into convulsions. I must look like a fucking circus seal, but I can't help it. I continue to cry out incoherently as I start to come down from that incredible fucking orgasm.

Feeling his weight move off of me and over towards my arms, I heave a sigh of relief as I feel first one arm then the other freed from it's bonds. Seconds later my legs are free, but I don't have the strength to stand. To put it rather crudely, I've been fucked into complete submission and I wouldn't have it any other way.

As he gets ready to leave the office, I look over at him, skin flushed, clothes a wreck and can't help the grin that forms on my face.

The little shit just looks over and says "I don't know what you are smiling about yet Jack, I haven't even started with the Hot Chocolate Sauce and the Ice Cream yet."

***

It is hard to believe that only last night Ianto was doing things to me that I have only allowed about four hundred and eighty five... no eighty six people, to do to me. Now this morning he's all "˜Yes sir', "˜No sir', "˜three bags full sir'. I can't work him out, how does he switch off and on like that? Bloody smarmy git.

It is bad enough having to watch the Owen and Gwen love in, but to sit here, tenderly I might add, and put up with this complete indifference from "˜Yraen Ianto', fuck this for a game of soldiers, I am not taking this lying down... so to speak.

Fuck it, if he wants to play the Ice Prince then screw him.

"Bored here, yoo hoo I said BORED HERE."

Ah, that got a response, at least now they are paying attention to something other than that porn site Owen has ever so discretely up on his monitor.

"Hey Tosh, Gwen, question for you." I throw out into the ethers.

"Spit or Swallow?"

I smile to myself, you can hear a pin drop, not too mention their jaws collectively hitting the floor as well.

"Well, it depends on if you are in a relationship or not."

THIS... coming from "˜Good Time Gwen'?

I let my face show what I think of that answer. "Funny, that's not what Rhys said... or was that Owen, can't keep track."

Owen's snort is proof enough, methinks the girl protest too much.

"I couldn't honestly say Jack, I've never spent that much time doing... umm... ahhh."

Poor Tosh, looks like I'll have to give her a little bit of encouragement and I'll give her credit, she's really trying to fit in lately.

"You don't spend much time doing what Tosh" the words roll from my tongue like honey, smooth, rich and supportive.

"Ahhh... fellatio Jack"

My god she actually said it, well whispered it any case.

"I thought you would have been better at carpet munching, oops sorry, cunnilingus."

"˜Good one Owen' I think privately, but still, I'm the only one here allowed to take the cheap shots.

"Owen, shut it." I snarl out

"Don't listen to him Tosh, he's just shitty as Gwen turned him down in favour of a little Rhys time."

Ohh yeah, that one struck home, if looks could kill I'd be laying next to Suzie.

"Well then Jack. What about you, Spit or Swallow?"

I chuckle, trust Gwen to come out of her corner fighting.

"Actually Gwen, neither, I prefer to gargle, much more impressive."

"Funny that Sir, I thought it sounded more like choking, last time I heard" I hear sotto voce behind me. Fuck he moves quietly. I didn't even hear him approach.

"Was there anything I could get you Sir?" Those dulcet Welsh tones just do something for me, I swear.

"Perhaps a coffee or maybe you would like something sweet to eat." He voice drops down an octave and husks out "Or maybe a chance to prove you can gargle, I must have got it wrong last time, hard to tell when you have your cock balls deep down your bosses throat."

And there we are ladies and gentlemen, switches from off to "˜gonna screw you stupid and make you bark like a dog' on.

Fuck, from tea boy to Tom of Finland in one sentence, no wonder my cock is now giving him a 21 gun salute.

I turn around and catch him discretely caressing his crotch in front of my face.

"Sorry Sir, was that a coffee, or something to eat?"

I could kill him, I really could.

"Actually Ianto, I'm not feeling the best, I may lie down for a while, maybe take a cool shower, feeling a little hot here." I manage to garble out, somewhat coherently.

"That may be a good idea Sir, if you like, I can bring you in a cup of tea, always good for a fever I'm told."

"I can get it for him if you like Ianto." Tosh replies getting out of her chair.

"SIT!" it is out of Ianto's mouth quicker than he could think about it.

I think he managed to surprise himself then.

"I apologise Tosh, I am concerned, Jack does not normally get sick and I can see you are busy. I'll get it, but thank you for the offer."

The look on Tosh's face shows she is not happy about it, but more concerned as Ianto never loses it like that.

Looking around, Gwen and Owen have identical looks on their faces, disbelieving shading towards some form of understanding, time to get out of here.

I wrap my coat a little tighter around me, I had managed to get my prick somewhat under control until his big butch daddy impersonation. Fuck it is almost Pavlovian, Ianto goes butch and I end up with a hard on you could run a flag up.

"Go have your shower Sir, I'll be down with something I am sure will help."

And with that enigmatic remark, Ianto heads out into the kitchen area.

"˜Ok, Jack, you've been told.' See, I have learnt to be able to translate some Welsh, or was that a Welshman, anyway, I think I'm going to get some.

I head down to my living quarters with more speed than dignity, I enter the bathroom and strip off. Turning around I see a note lying on the vanity.

"Sir, please ensure you have removed all of your clothes and placed them folded neatly under the vanity. After you have completed this task you will find the necessary items to prepare yourself for me. You will use the personal lubricant liberally on both yourself and the anal plug next to it. You are then to insert the plug carefully for I do not wish you to injure yourself. On the shelf under the lubricant and anal plug, you will find a set of police issue handcuffs. You are to use the cuffs on yourself, with your arms cuffed together at your front and you are to enter the shower, face the shower entrance and kneel down in the "˜present' position with you arms outstretched in front of you. You have 10 minutes from when you left the conference room."

I stare at the note for a good 30 seconds unsure if it was a joke. I fold my clothes and place them in the vanity. Sure enough on the second shelf of the vanity sits lube and a big mother fucking butt plug.

Oh fuck me, my arse still tingles from last night. It doesn't seem to matter to my cock; it's still hard as a rock and getting harder.

Looking at the lube I'm surprised, "˜J-Lube' is not for beginners although it will make getting that butt plug in easier.

Squeezing some lube onto my hand I start to open myself up. Slowly sliding one finger into my hole, then another and slowly scissoring them to stretch my hole.

Fuck that feels good, I angle my fingers to hit my prostate as I start to ride my own fingers. Inserting a third finger takes a little more effort as I open my hole wider. My fucking cock is definitely in on this as I start to dribble pre come down my cock.

Looking at the plug I see it is wider than three fingers, probably about four and a bit wide. Fuck this is going to take some doing. With my free hand I squeeze more lube onto the fingers I am fucking myself with and slowly bring my thumb up to meet the other three fingers. Slowly spreading my fingers apart I feel that delicious burn start as I over stretch my arse. Moving my hips I start to screw myself again, getting deeper and deeper each time until I finally get my pinkie in on the actions as well.

Fuck me dead, I've got five fingers up my arse and I want more. Reaching for the lube again I coat the plug liberally and remove my fingers. I can feel my arse twitch, feeling empty. I bring the plug to underneath my hole and slowly descend onto it.

The burn almost kills me as the first inch breaches me. Breathing deep I try to relax and gain control of my arse muscles. A few deep breaths and I am ready to bear down again. Letting my body weight do the work I gasp as I feel the plug enter deeper inside me. Fuck this feels good, I trail one hand up my chest and start playing with my nipples, tweaking and pulling them until they are tight nubs. All the while I am rocking on the plug, urging it deeper inside me when all of a sudden my arse closes over plug and clenches the shaft of the plug.

I am barely able to breathe properly as I try an experimental roll of the hips. FUCK, rolling my hips like that just forces the plug hard against my prostate.

Trying to remember how long I have been in here and how long I have left is an exercise in futility, I can only hope I can get the cuffs on and into position before Ianto comes in.

Trying to stand shifts the plug yet again inside me causing my cock to lurch and me to gasp out loud. Gingerly reaching down to get the cuffs, I stop to absently note that these are in fact police issue and have to wonder where Ianto got the from.

Placing the cuffs on one wrist I turn around and waddle, "˜you try to walk normally with a four inch diameter plug up your arse', over to the shower stall, turn around and very gingerly kneel down. I am just getting the cuff on my other hand as I hear Ianto enter the bathroom. Raising my arms in the "˜present' position I drop my head and await my master's pleasure.

I sense Ianto's pleasure in seeing his instructions have been carried out. I hear the sound of him undoing and removing his belt. The clanging noise it makes as he drops it on the tiles, the rustling sound of cotton as he undoes his shirt. Out of my peripheral vision I see his tie drop to floor to join his belt, followed closely by his suit pants and his shirt.

It is getting harder to breathe as the moments drag on, the tiles beneath my knees are beginning to dig in, my arms starting to ache slightly from being held out. Shifting slightly to ease the pressure the plug moves deep within me and I can't help the guttural moan that escapes me.

As quickly as the moan begins to be heard is hand is in my hair, yanking my head back and I get my first view of Ianto since seeing him in the conference room.

His eyes blaze, lips thinned, a cold stare is levelled my way, but it is not that that causes me to break stance.

He is not the most muscular of me, nor the most defined, he has one a leather harness, one of the four strap with the eye ring in the centre of his chest. On his left bicep is a leather band with four studs. Encasing his groin is a simple pair of boxer briefs, tight and clinging to every curve. No, he is no Tom of Finland, but he is a Dom, no ifs, buts or maybes.

Just as well really, most of those over pumped muscle daddies are on their backs that quick when you twist their nipples you get windburn from their legs raising in the air. No, he has it, the look, the demeanour and most importantly, the attitude.

Dropping to the floor, arms' reaching out for him the most natural thing to say is simple.

"Sir."

"You may stand Jack, arms down."

Slowly standing I bite down on the urge to grunt as the plug moves yet again within me. My cock is bobbing in time with my pulse, I have never been this into it before. I have never been prepared to gift submissiveness to another, I'd Dom them, or I'd play boy for them, but never I have I desired someone to own me so completely.

"Raise your arms over your head Jack." His soft voice, so at odds with our positions, tells me. "Raise them right up."

Lifting my arms I see him loosen a rope attached to a pulley with a hook on the end. As he lowers the hook it slides over and catches on the chains of the cuffs.

Alarmed, I look askance at him.

"Trust me Jack, trust me."

Looking into his eyes, I know he would never injure me, he may hurt me a little, but that is the nature of the beast. Nodding to him I use the one word allowed.

"Sir."

I feel my arms pull tighter and tighter as they are raised higher and higher. He doesn't stop, just a slow, steady pull upwards until I am on tip toe and slightly over extended. Tying off the rope he runs his fingers along my chest, a sweat breaking out, raising goose flesh all over me.

He is breathing deeply now, ghosting along the back of my neck, so close. His fingers find their way again to my nipples as he pulls on them, twists them. My cock is so hard I'll blow any second.

"Ah ah ah, nope. You don't blow till I say so." He whispers, accompanied by an evil chuckle as he fastens a leather cock ring around my cock and a separate ball spreader to keep me on the edge.

Fisting my hair once more, he forces his tongue into my mouth, deeper and deeper. He plunders my mouth as his other hand works it's way down to my cock.

Starting at the head he slowly works his hand down my length, just the slightest friction, just enough to torment. He maintains this slow and steady pace as he fucks my mouth with his tongue.

Pulling his head back, he drops his hand from my hair and lowers it to my arse.

Holy fuck, he wants to fuck me with the plug, I can't help the pleading that leave my mouth. Please... now... harder... fuck my hole. I can't take anymore and start to clench my arse, making the plug move hard against my prostate.

"You're a pushy little bitch today, just as well I like seeing you beg and plead."

He grasps the base of the plug and slowly starts to twist it around, every so often changing the angle. By this point I can't control my body's response as a surge starts deep within me and my arse begins to convulse. Holy sweet mother fucking god, I have never had an anal orgasm before.

My arse clenches hard against the plug, fighting it, welcoming it.

Ianto reached behind him and pulls out a thermos.

"Do you remember what I said as I left last night?"

Do I remember he asks, I had to change the sheets this morning thinking of that.

"Nice hot Chocolate Fudge Sauce, and I am going to quite enjoy it as well."

Unsure as to what he means by that, I remain quite until I feel something hot drizzle onto my cock. Christ it burns, but my cock has other ideas as it shudders. Another drizzle lands just above my cock and slowly runs down to my balls.

Placing down the thermos, Ianto drops to his knees and slowly takes the head of my cock into his mouth. Using his tongue to swipe underneath my foreskin I feel his hand grasp the plug again and slowly pull it out till only about an inch remains embedded my hole.

In one quick movement, he plunges the plug back hard into my arse and swallows my cock whole, down tot the root as he deep throats me and fucks me with that plug.

I'm going completely out of my fucking skull here. Fuck, he's changed the angle again, hitting my prostate directly each time now. My legs can't hold me up any more and I'm relying on the rope to hold me upright as Ianto suck and fucks my brains out..

The stretch in my arms is becoming unbearable as well and I start to zone out, can't feeling anything except for my arse and my cock.

Removing his head my from cock he tongues my balls roughly, then sucks each on into his mouth and rolls it around with his tongue against his soft palate.

Pulling back again, he grasps hold of my balls and pulls down hard. Fuck that hurts, Jesus fucking Christ, my head his rolling around and I'm spouting gibberish when suddenly I feel the ball spreaders and cock ring get removed.

He is still pulling down on my balls and somehow I manage to hear him to tell me to blow. Well, fuck I certainly don't need to be told as I feel that familiar rush start at the base of my spine.

With one final, god alfuckingmighty thrust Ianto sinks the plug and four of his fingers up my arse as my cock starts to shoot, I'm going fucking blind, greying out. I feel my arms get released from the hook and I drop, still shooting come everywhere.

I open my eyes and my head is in Ianto's lap, the smell of his come strong on his briefs. Using my tongue I slowly lap as the wet area and get an approving grunt for my efforts before he gently bats my head out of the way.

"Leave it Jack, you need a break, don't forget there is the rest of the chocolate sauce and the ice cream to go."

I don't fucking believe it, my cock, which I swore couldn't get it up again even inside a plaster cats, shows signs of waking up.

I have to admit, McDonalds can't make a fudge sundae like that. And you know what, thank fuck for that.

***

Christ, I can't even stand yet, my legs are still shaking like jelly and my arse... well, let's just say that I will standing up for a couple of days. I really need to get up and have a shower, I reek, not that I mind the smell though musk and sex, a little hint of the leather harness and the dried come all over me. No, on the whole I like it, but seeing as I am supposed to be the Robin Hood to those merry men out there, it really isn't a good idea to go out there reeking as I do. Although, they will be able see I have been royally fucked, kind of obvious really.

Hauling my arse up from the tiles I was so elegantly draped across I reach up and feel a spasm shooting from my arse all the way up my spine and back down to my cock. Damn, I haven't been this post orgasmic ever, really got to get my head back on straight again. First things first, have that shower, then try act as if I haven't been done resoundingly by the tea boy, yeah right, like that's going to happen.

Have to give Ianto credit though, imaginative so of a bitch he is, damn, I really don't need another hard on just yet. Okay, shower.

Hmmm, I think I should go commando here, don't think I'd be able to handle regular underwear for a little while. Looking up at the dresser I see another note, it would have to be from Ianto, no one else comes in here.

"Sir, knowing that you would be a little tender after, I have taken the liberty of acquiring an analgesic gel from Owen's stores, please ensure that you apply it generously and if it is not too presumptuous to abstain from wearing any underwear to allow the gel time to work properly. I have sent Tosh and Gwen out to gather samples from a quasi-gelatinous substance that has been reported to the local environmental board, people believe that it is a residual leftover from a decontamination attempted by the local fire brigade. I believed it better to be safe than sorry. Owen left at the same time, mentioning that he wished to follow up on some autopsy results, although personally Sir I believe he has gone to one of the adult video theatres as he has left a magazine open indicating a new show opening today."

Smirking to myself I have to wonder who is actually in charge here, it is amazing what Ianto can get away with, people don't even realise he has given them orders before they are doing exactly what he asked. Then again, who am I to talk, no surprise there then that the other three are just as susceptible.

Making my way out to my desk I notice how quiet and peaceful it is without the other three in here. Could kind of get used to this I think.

"Sir, did you want a coffee, I could admit to wanting one myself, so it would be no trouble."

I still can't believe Ianto, one minute fucking the living hell out of me, the next acting all subservient, I really don't understand that man at all.

"That would be fine Ianto, grab yourself a cup as well, I'd like to talk to you if you wouldn't mind."

"That would be fine Sir, just give me a moment. Shall I bring them in here or would you rather somewhere else?"

"Just here is fine thanks Ianto." Fuck, I really need to get some control back here. I can't help but take my cues from him, I know I am letting him dictate the how and whys, and sex wise I don't mind at all, hell if I'm perfectly honest I'm fucking thrilled by it, but I still need to be able to run things here, not still be in sub mode. Yeah, Ianto and I really need to talk.

Watching as Ianto brings in the coffees I take a sip, perfectly doctored as usual. We sit there looking at one another, neither saying a word, just each taking the occasional sip and trying to avoid each others eyes. Well, that stops now.

"Ianto" I try, he acknowledges me, but still doesn't raise his eyes to mine.

"Ianto, we have to talk about this."

"I know." Comes his hushed answer. "I've been waiting for you to say something, I didn't feel it was my place to start."

"That's fucking bullshit Ianto and you know it, its fine for you practically decimate my own vision of myself and make me happy to do that, but not for you to try talk about it after?" I really don't get him at all I swear I don't.

"What do you see happening between us Ianto, what exactly do you see?"

"Permission to speak frankly Sir?"

"You know you can Ianto, for the love of god stop this passive aggressive crap, I for one have had it."

"Fuck you, how dare you accuse me of being passive aggressive, I'm not the one that has turned it into a fucking art form."

His vehemence surprises me, not to mention I have this sneaking suspicion he may be right about that. "Fair enough Ianto, I know you're right, but still, what's going on here?"

"You tell me Jack, you're not the one with anything to lose here."

I can't help but look aghast at that "How fucking dare you tell me that I have nothing to lose here, what about my pride, dignity, my leadership. Have you thought of those you little prick."

I can't help it, I am fucking furious here, where does the little fuck get off saying that crap?

"Your fucking pride, dignity, leadership? What about my fucking heart, my fucking sanity!"

"Is this all a game to you? Do you actually have any idea how hard this is?" He continues almost under his breath "No, of course you don't, do you actually feel anything other than the physical?"

I am completely stunned here, when I said we should talk, this was not what I wanted, but I have a lingering suspicion that I have been called shallow.

"I'm not shallow you know."

"Of course not Jack, you don't need to be deep, you just need to be pretty." Ouch , the venom in those words stings deeply. I never knew just how much words could hurt when used by a master.

"All you care about is when your next fuck is coming along, I wont play this game anymore Jack, I am sick of your games. Make a fucking decision and stick to it."

"I can't do this dom thing all the time Jack, it is too exhausting, especially when you get no emotional feedback, all I see when we fuck Jack is that yes, you really enjoy it, but that's it. No emotional connection at all."

"Why do you think I have been pushing you so hard with the sex Jack, is it because I think you're nothing more than a hole to fuck? Or is it because I need to see a connection happen between us, maybe I need someone I can trust to look after me as well as being the one to do all the caring."

"You're a great piece of arse Jack, but until you make up your mind, that is how I will view you, nothing more than a great shag. It is your choice pretty boy." And with that he ups and leaves the office.

A million thoughts whirl inside my head, memories of other conversations with previous lovers all saying the same thing, memories of this morning with Ianto caressing me afterwards, bleak thoughts at the thought of never again touching Ianto.

I feel a tightness in my chest and the world goes blurry. Wrapping my arms around myself I feel a single tear trail its way slowly down my cheek as I ask myself "How do you change the behaviour of a lifetime?"

I hadn't realised I'd spoken aloud until I hear "By putting one foot in front of the other Jack, one day at a time."

Wrapping his arms around me I finally let the tears flow.

***

I have never needed anyone in my life, I have loved and left, lusted and left, but never needed and kept... Until now.

My eyes are raw and stinging, my heart raw and bleeding and yet his arms remain around me, no words, just his support and dare I say it... love.

His words sliced deep, hurting me, but eventually are cathartic as my pain seeped out through those metaphoric wounds and finally cauterised the hole in my life. There is much that I want out of this everlasting life I have and maybe there is only one thing that I really need. Someone to know who I am, what I am and where I am in this life... and more importantly, to have them not care on the answers, but still is there for me regardless.

Dare I hope that one need may now be close to being filled?

His arms are still around me soundlessly saying that he is there for me, but I know I still have to prove myself to him. He is a strong man this Ianto Jones and hopefully he is strong enough to support me.

Looking up he still wears a blank mask, but his eyes are telling me what his voice does not.

"I asked you before Ianto, what do you want from this, from us and I know that I was unfair in how I asked, so let me answer first." My voice is raw and ragged, it is an externalisation of the bleeding mess my insides are and I know it is going to take some time to even start patching these wounds.

"Ianto, what I need is someone to hold me at night, someone to let me know it is alright to fuck up, someone to kick my arse for me when I need it and every so often I need someone to take control and make decisions for me, to allow me to let go and allow me to really trust someone. Ianto that is what I need."

I can see in his eyes that he thinks I am being selfish again. I have to nip this in the bud.

"But what I want is you Ianto, I want you to be the one I turn to for solace when things go wrong, I want you to be the one to tell me things will be okay, I want you to be the one who kicks me in the arse when I need it, but most important Ianto, I want you to be the one I trust above everyone else."

"I don't know what else to say Ianto and I know words are only that, words..." I can't continue, to broken up. This is me Captain Jack Harkness, stripped bare and deconstructed.

I can only let my face and my hand finish my plea as I turn into his shoulder and rest my hand gently along his jaw. I am spent, no more to say. All I can do is wait for the verdict.

All there is to be heard is a slight hitch in his breathing, no other sound can be heard, but I receive my answer anyway. A solitary tear makes its way down his cheek and onto the hand I caress him with. It is not everything, but it is enough for now. I know he cares, he may even love me, but Ianto being Ianto, manages to surprise me yet again.

"I do love you Jack and that gives you all the power over me, until now I could never really trust you and to be honest I still can't fully. That takes time and effort, I have the time but do you have the effort?"

Looking back up into his red rimmed eyes I read the truth of his statement so I answer the in kind. I let all my fears and all my hopes for us show through my eyes. It is still not quite enough as I see the lingering strains of doubt still clouding his vision.

"I am falling in love you Ianto, a little more each day, a little harder each day. With you I can feel free, with you I am cherished, with you I am whole."

Trembling I stand and lower my face to his.

"Please." It is more breathed than spoken, more wished than stated, but it is enough.

Ianto raises his lips to mine and breathes against them "Always." Our lips meet and it is the beginning of time, the end of days and everything else in between.

I gasp as he parts my lips with his tongue, his teeth gently nibbling on my lower lip. Moving his head slightly lower his teeth rasp against the stubble on my chin and even further down his lips move against my throat as I arch my head back in submission. The growl he emits goes down through me till it curls around my groin and tightens its hold on me.

My answering moan is guttural, wrenched from deep within me as he stakes his claim on me. I feel him mark my neck, the slight pain of it combining with his need to possess, it is no child's hickey, he is claiming me for all to see. His hands grow more insistent and demanding as they fumble with my shirt buttons, to gone to even care he rents the cloth asunder and begins his attack on my chest.

I need to touch him, to feel him against me, but am powerless to actualise it. His teeth are biting harder now and it is all I can do to remain aware and not lose myself in the sensation; it is too soon yet to do so. He will let me know when I can.

He goes from laving one nipple to twisting to biting and back again, it is impossible to predict his movements and I quickly give up trying to. The raw need that possess' both of us has taken rational though away and left only primal need, the need to possess and be possessed. I can no longer remain completely passive as my hands tear at his shirt, scrabbling for purchase on the smooth cotton. Reaching around to his back I try rent the garment from his body. Finally I manage to break the seam from the yoke and back panel and that is all I need as I tear the offending layer away. Feeling his smooth skin beneath my hands is a wonder to me as I tear the away the front of the shirt, growling as the sleeves refuse to budge and pulling harder on them each in turn until only his sleeves remain intact on his body, the rest of the shirt lies at our feet, a shredded wreck.

No longer content with just my chest I feel myself turned around so my back is against his chest. I can feel his trapped cock, hard against my arse. One hand moving down towards my belt, the other clawing my chest as his nails mark me as indelibly as his mouth earlier had.

His grunts have taken on a primitive quality as all though processes cease and only mindless rutting remains. He is an animal and I am his mate. His hands finally free my belt and I feel the wrench as he tries to yank down my pants without undoing them, to him it matters not, to me it matters even less.

With my pants barely down to my mid thigh, the hand that was trying to undo my belt now works on his own, frantically scrambling at the clasp and buttons he thrusts his pants down and grinds his cock hard against my arse.

I am moaning now, all I want him to do is fuck me, to take me as his. His teeth find their way to my shoulder as he clamps down hard, just below my collar bone. All I can do is roar and grind my arse back onto his cock with renewed fervour.

"Take me, fuck me, own me." It is all I can manage, the pain of the bite, the sting of the scratches, my own need to be taken, it is all consuming as I lean forward and reach back to spread my arse cheeks wide for him.

"Fuck me, please Ianto, fuck me hard, plough your cock deep in my hole with one thrust and make me feel it, make me feel."

Whether he heard me and understood or I just got lucky as his cock hits my arse and catches. With a cry I thrust back and at the same time he growls and thrust forwards. Holy fuck, it hurts so much, there was still some of the analgesic gel left from earlier today, but not quite enough to ease his entrance. I start to fly as he mercilessly fucks my arse, not caring for my pleasure, but his own.

I feel it as I start to come, I am outside of my body, watching him attack my hole as my balls draw tight and I start to scream out all of the pain, misery and loneliness I have ever felt in my life. Watching myself shudder as each spurt lands further than the last, watching at the look on Ianto's face, feeling my arse clenching so tightly around his cock until he himself lets out a roar of conquest, of possession, of ownership as he empties himself inside me. No longer able to stand, my legs collapse under us, taking myself and Ianto down. Tears run down my face and I feel free for the first time in my life.

I hear muffled sobbing from behind me as Ianto cries out his fear and loneliness and I know now, that as much as I need Ianto, he needs me just as much. Barely able to more around I take Ianto's face in my hands and for the first time in my life say the words like I really feel them.

"I love you to Ianto, here, now, tomorrow and forever, I am yours."

***

Laying there on the hard floor I am sure we resemble a Celtic Knot arms and legs intertwined, not able to see where one starts and finishes and now that I am honest enough with myself to admit how much I need Ianto in my life it also resembles our hearts. Veins and arteries, valves and chambers all joined to the one organ that makes us truly human... our hearts.

Softly nuzzling his neck as his hands caress my spine I feel at peace at last. I ache all over, but it's a good ache. I carry upon myself the marks and battle wounds of love.

Damn, never really thought I'd be the one carrying on about love, but you want to know something, it is the one thing that without you can truly wither and die from the lack.

I don't want to move, but sooner or later we are going to be interrupted and I'd rather not have Ianto exposed to Owen's barbs any more than he already is. I know Ianto can handle Owen easily, just doesn't mean he should have to.

Lifting my head to his I am struck anew at the walking dichotomy that is Ianto Jones, the tracks of his tears for us as opposed to the tracks of the scratches he made all over my chest as he finally took ownership of something that was already his if we had both admitted it.

His strength as he took me opposed to the gentle hands ghosting across my back, his forcefulness as he Dom's me and the vulnerability he showed me as he first confessed to love me. There is no doubt that Ianto is a complex man, but I wouldn't have him any other way.

"Jack, we have to get up and find some fresh clothes, our other ones appear to have seen better days." Ianto wryly points out "I'll have to grab a shirt from your wardrobe though; I don't have anything else here."

"God, together for only a couple of hours and we are sharing closet space already." I joke back to him and feel a weight lift at his answering smile.

Rising up I get a sharp twinge which causes me to grimace, most definitely going easy on the sex for a couple of days... maybe a day, oh who the hell am I kidding, all he has to do is give the nod and I'm there panting like a dog on a summer's day.

Shaking my head at my own folly I reach down to give Ianto a hand up, only to be yanked back down as he pulls on my arm.

"I didn't say we were going anywhere just yet Jack, we have plenty of time before they get back." Is Ianto's cheeky reply as he leans in and wraps his arm around me and pulls me back in and starts to plunder my mouth.

"˜God, what that man can do with his tongue' is all I can think as I open my mouth to let him in deeper. His tongue curls around mine as his hands begin to move down to my arse. Playfully kneading and rolling each cheek getting me hard again as I moan into his mouth.

"...please, let me, now, suck..." I barely make sense as I drop to my knees and caress his cock with my face, letting my tongue flickered along it as I draw my face down his prick. Reaching up I slowly pull back his foreskin and swirl my tongue around it, feeling Ianto shudder and his hands grasp my head I need no further prompting as I open my mouth wide and descend his cock till all I have his pubic hair tickling my nose.

Undulating my tongue against the underside of his shaft I draw my head slowly back only to plunge down it again a moment later. Grabbing his arse I thrust his hips forward almost choking me with his prick and loving every fucking second of it. As he withdraws his cock I take a deep breath through my nose and thrust back down his shaft, hold his hips I hold them immobile. Remembering a trick that was done to me many years before, I try doing vocal exercises. Yup, that got him, never had a "˜hummer' before I'll bet.

"Jack!" Is all I hear as his prick get forced even further down my throat, mindless of my gags he fucks my face with abandon, it is all I can do to open my jaw wider and try relax my gag reflex. With a final thrust and a shout his cock erupts down my throat as I ease back my head to taste him properly and milk his cock dry.

His shudders intensify as I keep sucking his cock, paying special attention to the head, his convulsions and screams are a heady mix to me.

"Kiss me Jack," he pants "kiss me."

Who am I to turn down such an invitation, as I stand up before him and share his taste with him.

"Wait till later Jack, you'll get yours."

Not sure if that is a threat or a promise, but either way I'm looking forward to it.

"Jack, we have to change now, the remainder of the team will be here shortly." Damn, he had to remind me didn't he?

"We really should talk tonight about this Ianto, I mean limits and stuff. We have to get this sorted properly if we are to continue seeing each other and I'm telling you, I have you now, I wont let get."

"You're right Jack. We do have to talk, but we'll do it tonight over dinner, say my place at 7?"

"You're on Ianto" I eagerly reply and give him a gentle kiss for good measure.

Gathering up the remnants of our clothes we hurry back to my quarters to change...

The remainder of the day drags on with only the continued sniping from Owen and Gwen to liven things up.

"Will you two just go and fuck or something so the rest of us can actually do some work?" I couldn't help myself, they were beginning to even annoy me. It seems that even I have a limit when it comes to those two.

"Fuck off Jack, you're just pissed that Ianto isn't here to suck your cock." Came the witty rejoinder from the peanut gallery.

"Actually Owen, you missed that earlier, except it was Jack blowing me, but that was after I shagged him silly before hand." Ianto strikes again with the silent stalker routine.

I am sure my face must have given me away as I went from a snicker to horror in 2 seconds flat. Looking up into Ianto's eyes I see him frown slightly then ask silently to trust him. Well, that I can do as I school my features back to subtle amusement.

The look on Owen's face should been seen to be believed, he looks more like a fish out of water than anything at the moment. It is Gwen that starts him off as she throws back her head and laughs at Owen's expense.

Owen sheepishly looks back to Ianto, "I suppose I was a little out of line there." The closest anyone will get to an apology from Owen I think.

"Was there anything else you wanted Owen, or have you finished attempting to humiliate me, perhaps a cup of coffee?" Is Ianto's modulated reply as he turns and calmly walks back over to the kitchenette and begins making the coffee.

The room is silent now, I think they are starting to realise that Ianto can look after himself. Part of me longs to run back to him and hold him, the other part knows this is how it has to be for now. Glancing back to the kitchenette, I see his shoulders stiffen as he snaps his head back fractionally and breathes deeply in. This hurt him, I know that. His body language screams stay away, but I can't and I don't.

"Hey Ianto, if the offers still open, I'll have a coffee as well." Turning to face me, I see him school his face back to neutral. As he turns his face completely to me I mouth to him "I love you Ianto Jones." His face doesn't change, but his eyes register the feeling as they blaze into brilliance for a moment before the dim back to their usual shade.

Message received, message understood.

***

Watching the clock tick over to 6 o'clock and I'm running around trying to kick Tosh out so I could get ready, "Tosh, just what would it take for you to put down that keyboard, grab your bag and get the hell out of here?" As you can tell I was at the end of my tether by now. I've been trying to get rid of her for the past hour and she just can't take a hint.

"Jack, just why do you want me out of here so badly, I still have two analysis' to complete as well work on bio-thermal tracing software and that's before I work on the integration of the spatial matrix into the rift equation to allow for fourth dimensional tracking."

Somehow I think my blank stare let her know I was completely lost. Oh well, desperate times call for desperate measures.

"Actually Tosh, I had organised a few acquaintances of mine to get together and unless you'd be interested in becoming part of one of my infamous sex romps, I'd advise you to make yourself scarce. Completely up to you though of course."

I can see her blush from here as she opens her attaché and throws the paperwork in, not paying any attention to what it is she's packing, I think a copy of Owen's porn catalogue was packed in there then.

"Alright Jack, I shall see you tomorrow." Her face is still flushed and I can't help myself.

"Are you sure Tosh, I'm sure my friends wouldn't mind if I invited one more."

"No... that's fine Jack, you enjoy yourself."

I can't help the snicker as she tells me to enjoy myself. I intend to. Just not with who she thinks.

Glancing back to the clock tells me, I'm going to be running late if I don't get a move on. Damn, now what to wear, what to wear as I decimate my wardrobe. How does one dress for dinner with your putative Dom, whom I'm sure has a dinner suit on and prepared a five course meal. Shit, it'll have to be the tux. Thank god for pre tied bow ties.

Knocking at the door, only a couple of minutes late, I feel like a gauche 15 year old picking up his date for the first time. As the door opens, the sight that greets me is one that I would never have imagined.

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Standing there in front of me is the devil himself, his hair mussed and spiked and he hasn't bothered shaving, he's wearing this black pirate shirt, silk I think, loosely laced over his chest, his chest hair poking through the laces. These tight leather pants that seem more spay on than put on and to top of the ensemble, mid-calf 30 hole Doc's.

I'd say something, but the blood pooling in my cock must have come from the language centre of my brain, all I can managed is a strangled grunt.

"You just going to stand there Jack, or are you coming in?" Is his cocky response

Bastard, he's well aware of my reaction to him, it is not as if I'm being subtle here, my breathing is strangled as my chest tightens. I fight the urge to drop to my knees and polish his boots with my tongue and finally manage to command my legs to move towards him.

He has thrown me for a loop, when I start to see someone it is I that calls the shots, not the one being led around on a leash. I have to get my equilibrium back.

Finally remembering the flowers I bought on the way over here, I pull my arm from behind my back and offer them to him. Not really sure why I did buy them, not usually something I'd consider, especially when dating a guy, but they caught my eye and I couldn't resist. Black Parrot Tulips with a cream edge, striking, just like Ianto.

His reaction seems so at odds with his appearance, a faint blush stains his cheeks and his body language softens to almost coy as he takes the flowers from my hand.

"Thank you Jack, no-one has ever bought flowers for me before."

Ah, it's good to know that I'm not the only one off balance here.

"Please Jack, come in" his welsh accent more pronounced now, warmer and richer than I think I have ever heard it before.

Closing the door behind me I step into Ianto's world, his private realm. The first thing that strikes me is the lived in look the place has, not untidy but a comfortable clutter, not something I'd attribute to Ianto.

"Would you like a drink Jack?" His voice calls from what I assume is the kitchen.

"Yeah, thanks Ianto, I could use one, whiskey if you have it."

"Glen Dronach alright?"

Have to approve his taste, nice drop.

"Jack, we still have to talk you know, there's still too much up in the air."

"I know... I know, just not really sure where to start, can we just start dinner and let me think about it a bit longer?" It's a cop out, but I don't know where to start, I kind of know what I want, but the how's, why's and where fore's are still unclear. I just hope he has a better idea of where we're heading.

"That may be for the best for now Jack, there are some things that I still have to work out myself, but regardless, we still need to talk... among other things" his voice is like gravel at the last. I shudder reflexively as his voice reawakens something deep within me.

"Come Jack, let's eat, I'm starving."

As Ianto turns around a see his arse, encased in tight leather and the roof of my mouth goes dry and I follow him through to the dining room an automatic pilot.

Damn, he's gone all out, the Mikasa dinnerware, Wedgewood silverware and I think those are real Damask napkins and tablemats and if my eyes don't deceive me that is a Swarowski decanter and glasses. Shit... what is wrong with me? I'm sitting here sounding like Martha Stewart.

"Sit Jack, I'll bring the rest of the food in," following actions to words Ianto walks back out to the kitchen and returns with dinner already plated.

"To be honest Jack, this isn't up to my usual standard, my mind's been a little preoccupied lately, can't for the life of me think why." Ianto's wry comment brings me out of my reverie

"I'm sure it will be fine, what are we having anyway?" I may not be sure what he's cooked, but it smells incredible, who knew... Ianto, the Naked Chef. Oh boy, that's an image I don't need just know.

"For entrée "˜Proscuitto et meloné', mains we have "˜Linguine Nicoise' and for dessert "˜Tiramisu', I hope you like Italian, but it was the quickest and easiest to do."

"Are you kidding Ianto, sounds great and just for future reference, I love anything Italian." Italian food as well I think to myself.

"Would you like some wine, I have a nice Australian white shiraz or there's some Henschke's Mount Eddelstone the '92 I think in the decanter."

I just indicate the red and get stuck into the entrée, it really is good. Watching Ianto eat would have to be one of the most erotic events of my life, it's clear he loves food, but he loves good food and his appreciation of it goes almost over the bounds of decorum. His tongue lapping after the cantaloupe juice, his eyes going deep lidded as he inhales the bouquet of the wine. The way his lips enclose the salad fork as he pulls the fork from his mouth. Such a sensual guy. I think I have sweat standing proud on my brow by the time I have finished the entrée. I dread to think what he'll be like with the linguine, if this keeps up, I'll have to dash to the bathroom to "˜cool down'.

The last bites of the tiramisu have been consumed and the armaretto has been drunk, can't hide any more. It's time to talk.

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Seated in the lounge room I'm struck anew at the difference in Ianto here and at work. We are sprawled across the couch, me lying in front of him with his arm around me, running his fingers along my chest. His lips caressing the nape of my neck and his cock nestled hard against me.

"So Jack, what's with the tux, not that I'm complaining or anything, but seems a touch over the top?"

I consider taking the easy way out and start to say something about doing it to impress him, but I break off midway. "I didn't know what to expect Ianto, you are the one normally dressed impeccably. I didn't want to disappoint you. You confuse me, you switch from Dom to servant and back in the blink of an eye. I don't know what to expect from you."

"Oh Jack, did you really expect me to wear a suit in my own home?" his soft chuckle warms me. "Of course I'm different at home, here I do as I want and I'm not at the beck and call of everyone. My turn Jack, I'm assuming that you still need to have some elements of control when we get together, I'm not talking at work here, but when we are alone. Have you thought of any hard limits you'd want to impose?"

Taken back by his matter of a fact question, I stall a little, before answering "Ianto, don't get me wrong, I've loved everything we done together so far, but sometimes, I'd just like regular everyday hot steamy mindfuckingblowing sex."

"Other times though I just want to service you or be tied up and screwed senseless. Some times some sensory deprivation and I have to admit I love toy play, but what really gets me going is anything with an edge, something that gets the adrenaline going, breath control, suspension, vac racks, flogging some gun play."

"Not a bad list to start with Jack and to be honest, I don't feel I have the focus to Dom you every time so the fact that you want an everyday relationship relieves me as well. I take it you're not into raunch? You know, yellow, brown."

Shit, I think my drink just went down the wrong way, that's the only reason I'm coughing... honestly.

"Ahh, no, not really my scene, so I suppose, hard limits would be permanent marks, yellow, brown, blood play, temp piercing's." The thought alone of some of those activities leaves me cold.

"Good Jack, I don't go for any of those either, but I have to admit you said you like breath control, that's not something I have done before, so that is something we'll have to wait a little for." Ianto looks relieved to have that off his chest as his eyes go hooded again and his pupils dilate.

"I want you Jack," he breathes along the back of my neck as his fingers undoing the clasp of my bowtie and running his hand down to my arse.

"Fuck me babe, fuck me." All the blood seems to heading south as he cups my arse and kneads it firmly.

As I sit up and start to take my shirt off, Ianto husks out "Let me Jack, let me look after you."

Christ, how do you say no to that, WHY would you say no to that? As I hold my hand out to him he reaches out and clasps our fingers together and swings his legs off the couch and onto the floor. Getting up, his hands already working on the buttons on my shirt, feather light touches to my chest. Reaching the last button he pushes the shirt off my shoulders he leans forward and flickers his tongue across my chest, circling my nipples and working his way up to my neck.

I can barely breath, he has barely touched me and yet every touch has super sensitised my skin, I can't help the shudder that wracks through me. His hand move down to my cock and grips it through my pants. I can't help but moan as his fingers wrap tightly around my cock and squeezes it tightly. Using his other hand my belt is removed and the buttons and zipper are undone, dropping my pants to the floor. Dropping to his knees he mouths my cock through my briefs, sucking me through the thin fabric, his fingers playing with my balls. Reaching up through the leg of my briefs he exposes my balls and takes each one in his mouth, rolling it around with his tongue.

I need more of him and try to bring his head back up to my leaking prick. Yanking down my briefs, my prick bouncing back up giving him a perfect salute, begging him for attention. Sucking first one finger then another into his mouth he proceeds to deep throat them, making me groan in envy. Using his knees he pushes my legs further apart and pulling on my balls he gets me to squat down a little.

I know where those fingers are heading now and my moan marks me as the slut we all know I am.

"Please, please, Ianto please", its all I can manage as he works his spit coated fingers into my arse, stretching me. I can't help myself as I start to ride his fingers. Fucking myself as he slowly jacks me off with his other hand.
"More, deeper, harder..." Twisting his fingers inside me he inserts another finger and pushes deep within me. He's angling them just right as the next time I thrust down they hit right on my prostate as I moan deeper and needier.

"Take off your shirt completely Jack then lay down on your back" comes the throaty command. Not caring any further I yank my sleeves over my hands and dump the shirt on the floor and lay down next to it.

Standing over my head his hand goes to the first stud on his leather pants and unsnaps hit, his cock is clearly delineated within the confines of those pants, hooking his thumb on the slightly opened fly his fingers stroke his cock through the leather. Using his hooked thumb, he unsnaps the second stud, then the third. Bringing both hands to his waist, he parts the fly and gently eases his pants down over his hips and past his straining cock.

"Undo my boots Jack" he rasps out as I fumble blindly with the laces while looking up at him stroking his cock, it's flushed head a dark red peeking out as his hand pulls back his foreskin and back again as he slowly jacks off in front of me.

Finally getting both boots undone, he stops jerking his cock and leans over to pull his boots off. Hearing those heavy boots hit the polished floor goes right through me and I remind myself to make sure he wears them again. Looking back up at him he has those pants down around his ankles and is slowly pulling them off over each foot.

Kneeling over my head he leans over me and lifts my legs in the air, trapping my legs in the air behind his arms he leans his head down and starts to rim my hole. He lowers his hips and forces his cock onto my face. Repositioning my head I manage to get his cock in my mouth the next thrust. Knowing his cock was where it was supposed to be his next thrust is deeper and his tongue fucks me deeper as well. He's fucking my face as her tongue fucks my arse. Reaching around I try to grab my cock but quickly get my hands slapped away.

Suddenly his tongue is removed as he leans up and back reaching for something. Next thing I know he has my belt in his hands. Moving up to his feet he moves forward a little then squats down over my face, the instruction is clear.

Lapping around his hole he grunts out "Fucking eat my arse properly Jack."

Grinding his arse in my face I have no choice but to rim him deep. I taste his musky flavour, a slight hint of soap and the remnants of leather that seeped through his brief. I tongue him deeper, revelling in the taste as I feel him wrap the belt around my ankles and yank it tight around them. He gets up and pulls the belt over my head and tells me to hold my own legs in the air.

Moving around to my arse he goes back to eating it out and getting me ready to fuck. All I can do is squirm as his talented tongue laves my hole. I'm gasping for breath and begging him to fuck me, I can't help it I need to feel him deep inside me.
With no finesse, but considerable force he breaches me with one thrust, my scream can probably be heard in the next county, but I don't want it to stop, I never want it to stop.

He thrusts deep within me and holds himself there for a fraction then slowly pulls back only to thrust back in hard, the torture is exquisite, the pain fades as the pleasure grows. On and on he fucks me, using me like the whore I am, nothing but a hole to fuck and I love it. I need this, no choices to make, no consequences to pay, no responsibility. With Ianto I am nothing more than his fuck toy and I wouldn't have it any other way.

His thrusts become more erratic now, he's trying to fuck the come out of me, angling each thrust against my prostate. I can't hold on anymore, I am raw with want and holding on by the skin of my teeth, I have to blow.

"...please, please...please, please, please!" It's my new mantra, begging for permission to come. Sliding his cock fully out I howl out "No, put it back!" and he does. Ianto puts his entire body weight behind that thrust and I see stars as my cock explodes everywhere. My hoarse scream wakens the dead as I feel Ianto come inside me with his own growl of pleasure.

Utterly spent I no longer have the energy to hold the belt as it slips from my nerveless fingers, my legs tremble and come down on top of Ianto

"I don't want to move Jack, I can't, too spent."

"That's ok, just undo my legs please babe."

I don't get a response, but eventually I feel the belt loosen around my ankles and finally fall free. He slowly twists over to his side, making sure he was still embedded in me. Rolling me onto my side he spoons behind me, cock still up me... and we sleep.

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Next part of The Ragnarok Cycle.