Title: Sex and Candy
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Ianto Jones/Tenth Doctor
Fandom: Doctor Who/Torchwood
Rating: R
Table: 11
Prompt: 37, Chocolate
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the Tenth Doctor or Jack Harkness. Please do not sue.

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Ianto leaned against the counter in the kitchen, glancing towards the stove. Why did it always seem to take forever for water to boil? Cooking should be instantaneous, he thought, with no trouble involved. And no dirty dishes, either, he added silently, a smile curving his lips as the memory of the last time he'd come home to find the Doctor in the kitchen crossed his mind.

He was getting used to having the Doctor here; it was almost a domestic arrangement. He knew, of course, that the Time Lord would inevitably have to leave, even if it was only for the space of a few days. But Ianto was rapidly getting to the point where he doubted his own ability to step back and let the Doctor go even for as much as a few hours.

He shook his head, sighing softly as he did so. No, he wasn't getting to that point. He was already there. If he was honest with himself, he was more smitten with the Doctor than he'd ever been with anyone. Every person who knew him and dealt with him on a regular basis remarked on how much happier he'd been in the past few weeks -- everyone from his Torchwood teammates to the cashiers at the corner grocery.

He raised a hand to the pendant that never left him now, fingertips caressing the burnished opaline surface. So much had changed in his life since the advent of the Doctor. He'd thought that he would never become involved with anyone again, that his heart was closed to anyone new for the rest of eternity. He'd had enough of love, enough to last several lifetimes.

But the Time Lord had turned everything in Ianto's life upside down when he'd least expected it. He should have known, from the first time that their eyes had met in the artificially bright fluorescent lights in the main room of the Hub, that this man would not only change his world, but the way he viewed everything and everyone.

His thoughts drifted back in time, first lighting on Lisa. He'd loved her. Oh, yes, she'd been the biggest part of his life when he'd first begun his tenure at Torchwood One. He'd had such dreams of building a life with her, the dreams of a young man in love for the first time. Dreams that it had been hard to give up. But they'd been dead and buried for a long time now.

And then there had been Jack. Jack, his boss, the man he'd resented for a long time because of his involvement in Lisa's death. But that resentment had turned into something much more complicated, something that couldn't be encompassed by using that simple four-letter L-word. Ianto still didn't know exactly what it was that he'd felt for Jack.

That it had been love went without saying. But his love for Jack had been tempered with another emotion, something that Ianto hadn't been quite able to put his finger on or to give a label to. Maybe it was because Jack had been the first man he'd ever slept with. The first time he'd ever allowed himself to be submissive, to be utterly vulnerable.

What they'd shared had been a time capsule, something that Ianto treasured and wouldn't change for any reason -- but also something that they had both known would have a finite ending. Jack wasn't the type of man to be completely faithful, and Ianto had always known that was a part of the immortal's psychological makeup that he could never accept.

There had been resentment when the two of them had decided to go their separate ways as a couple. It was inevitable that Ianto should look at anyone who even looked the wrong way at Jack with suspicion, just as Jack had been forced to grit his teeth and look the other way when any attractive man -- or woman -- had cast an appraising glance in Ianto's direction. But they'd gotten past that, to the point where they were now more than associates, even more than merely former lovers.

They were friends. A state that Ianto hadn't thought he would ever find himself at with a man like Jack Harkness.

Of course, he'd never given Jack reason to be jealous in any way, either when they were together or after the parting. He'd been completely disinterested in having his heart entangled in any way again; he'd truly thought that he could go through the rest of his life without that closeness, the emotional coupling that inevitably came with the physical.

Ianto couldn't help smiling wryly when he thought of that. Of all the things he'd learned about himself during his time with Jack, that should have been the main point of reference he'd come out of the relationship with. He should have known that he couldn't go through an endless number of days without some kind of emotional stability in his life. He simply wasn't made that way.

And then .... the Doctor had come into his life, one glance all it had taken to completely capture Ianto's imagination.

And his heart.

He hadn't been able to sleep well for days after he'd first seen the Doctor. There was something about that face, that smile, the timbre of the Time Lord's voice, that had held him enthralled. Almost as though he was .... ensorcelled. Enraptured. Every -en word he could think of.

Ianto was jerked out of his reverie by a whistle; the teakettle was almost at the point of boiling over. He really should watch things in the kitchen more carefully and not let himself get lost in thought, the young man scolded himself as he moved to the stove, carefully turning off the burner and pouring the boiling water into two tea mugs.

"Are you threatening to burn down the house again?" The Doctor's voice, soft with a slight teasing note to the words. Ianto set the kettle down, turning to smile at his love.

"No, just .... lost in thought," he said, reaching for one of the packages of hot chocolate he'd taken out of the cupboard. "I seem to be in that mode quite a lot lately, don't I?"

"It's not necessarily a bad thing, my love." The Doctor slipped an arm around his young lover's waist, resting his chin on Ianto's shoulder as the Welshman emptied the chocolate into the steaming water in the mugs. "Though I do worry when you can't keep your mind on the fact that you may be burning water."

"Well, I was thinking about you," Ianto laughed, glancing over his shoulder at the Time Lord. "So I believe that at least gives me something of an excuse."

"Oh?" The Doctor's brows raised, his lips quirking upwards at the corners. "Am I distraction enough to keep you from more important things, then?"

Ianto turned to slide strong arms around the Doctor's thin body and pull the other man close against him. His hands moved down the Time Lord's back, enjoying the sensation of warm skin beneath the silk fabric of the robe the other man wore. A robe that could easily be removed, if hs just tugged at it a bit ....

"I can tell what you're thinking." The Doctor tapped at Ianto's lips with an admonitory finger. "And yes, we can -- but don't you think we should drink this first, before it gets cold?"

Ianto let his hand move down, over the curve of the Time Lord's ass, his fingers slipping between those slender thighs to cup the Gallifreyan's balls through the silken fabric covering his body. "Are you sure you want the chocolate first?" he asked in a breathy voice, tilting his head to one side and giving the Doctor a teasing look.

The Time Lord's eyes widened, then glazed a little, his voice when he spoke equally as breathy as Ianto's own. "I think .... I've suddenly lost my appetite."

"Not your appetite for certain experiences, I hope," Ianto whispered, his teeth nibbling gently at the other man's earlobe.

"Oh, no .... never that," the Gallifreyan breathed, his last words ending on a sigh of pleasure as Ianto's fingers moved between his legs.

"You know, chocolate has been called a substitute for sex." Ianto whispered into the Doctor's ear, smiling to himself as a shiver shook the Time Lord's slender body. "I think we could combine the two and create something .... interesting."

"I think that's a marvellous idea." Was it his imagination, or was the Doctor even more breathless than he'd been a moment ago?

Ianto didn't wait to hear more words. He bent quickly, hooking one arm behind the Doctor's knees and lifting the slim Time Lord into his arms as though he weighed next to nothing. The Doctor's arms looped around his neck, his brows raising a bit in surprise.

"I feel like a bride being carried across the threshold," he laughed as Ianto headed for the door with his precious burden in his arms.

"Well then, I'll try to do things suitable for a wedding night," Ianto replied, lowering his head for another kiss as he entered their bedroom and deposited the Doctor on the bed.

"Oh, I don't think there'll be any objection to that at all," the Doctor sighed, those soft words muffled by the insistent pressure of his lover's lips.

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