The Ties That Bind (8/34 + Epilogue)

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Title: The Ties That Bind - Part 8
Beta: Blackcat1000
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Donna, John Hart, Owen and James Harper, Mickey/Martha, Toshiko/Tommy, Claudia, Phillip, Saxon, Rhiannon, OCs
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 75K+
Warnings/Contains: Explicit sex (does that need a warning?), witchcraft, horror, supernatural themes, character death.

Summary: Ianto is a powerful magical warrior, one which Jack Harkness has never been able to resist. Once enemies, then almost lovers, he broke his heart. Years later, Jack must return to his hometown and seek help before it is too late. Jack and Ianto must now put aside their past and work together to defeat an evil threatening to overwhelm and take control of Jack because of his unique bloodline. Secrets and foretold prophecies will plague them and in this paranormal battle, they will need more than magic to survive.

 

A/N: Well that cliffie sure got me a few extra bites. Now, if I don't get even more after this one, I don't know what the hell is going on!



 

Chapter Eight

 

Jack’s heart pounded, his pulse a thrashing, violent roaring in his ears, while he waited to see what Ianto would do. The seconds ticked by like a countdown inside his head, jarring and loud.

 

And then it ended.

 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, a surprising flush of colour creeping up his throat, his lashes lowering to shield whatever Jack might have seen in his eyes. He tightened his hand at the top of the towel. “I don’t know why I did that. It was a…mistake.”

 

“That’s what I thought you’d say.” Using a harsh laugh to cover the sharp blast of disappointment that swept through him, Jack turned and sat back down at the desk. He kept his back to Ianto while he went about getting ready for bed, and tried his damnedest not to think about sex. Or that lush body that he had almost completely been bared for him. Or how right it felt to have Ianto with him. How much he liked his smiles and his laughter, even when they were edged with sarcasm.

 

And since when did he obsess over a man’s smiles? That sure as hell wasn’t normal. Damn it, why hadn’t he gotten laid when he’d had the chance?

 

Meaningless, harmless, easy sex wouldn’t have solved all his problems, but it would have taken the edge off this gnawing, frustrating need. Or at least he liked to think it would have. But Jack was beginning to have his doubts. This hunger tearing through his system was so raw, he probably could have screwed his way through twenty casual encounters, and still been in the same world of hurt. Because sex with Ianto would be…well, anything but casual.

 

And if he had to bet on it, he’d wager it would be unlike anything he’d ever had before.

 

That was the problem right there. Nothing about burying himself inside Ianto Jones would be meaningless. Or harmless. Or easy. It would likely blow his mind, and he was already on shaky enough ground as it was. Did Ianto have any idea how dangerous it was to play games with him, tempting him to lose control?

 

Trying hard to get his mind on something else, Jack took off his boots and socks while he waited for Ianto to get into bed. As he removed the knife and sheath he kept on his calf, he heard the rustle of covers as he slid between the sheets and turned off the lamp on his bedside table. There was still a faint glow of light spilling around the cracked bathroom door, and a frown pulled at the corners of his mouth. Had Ianto left the light on so he wouldn’t be stumbling around in the dark? If he’d asked, he could have told him he didn’t need it. Thanks to whatever the Master’s bite had done to him, his night vision was improving rapidly. He could damn near see as good in the dark now as he could in the light.

 

At any other time in his life, Jack would have probably been excited by the change in his sight, knowing it would make him better in a fight. But he couldn’t ignore the wary voice in his head that kept reminding him the changes in his body were only linking him closer to the monsters.

 

Choking back a bitter curse, he grabbed the gun tucked into the back of his jeans and set it on his bedside table. Then he pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it on the back of the chair, and took off his jeans. Picking up his bag he went for a quick shower returning wearing only boxers. He’d just grabbed the top of the covers, getting ready to pull them down so that he could slip beneath, when Ianto lifted his head, shooting him a surprised look over his shoulder, the smooth skin bare but for the pyjama bottoms.

 

“What do you think you’re doing?” he snapped.

 

Stretching out in the bed, Jack put his hands behind his head. As he stared up at the ceiling, he tried not to think about the half naked body next to him and answered what he considered a fairly ridiculous question. “What do you think I’m doing, Ianto? I’m going to bed.”

 

He wasn’t crazy about sleeping in the same bed with him, since it was going to be damn hard to relax with his body so close to his—but it’s not like there were a lot of alternatives and he was dead on his feet.

 

He jumped when Ianto twisted around and poked him in the arm with his finger.

 

“You are not sleeping in this bed,” he informed him, the haughty tone of his voice setting his teeth on edge. “You can sleep on the couch.”

 

“Like hell,” Jack grumbled, wondering what his problem was. It’s not like he was going to attack him, no matter how badly he might like to. And there were acres of empty space between them. “That couch is three feet too short for me. And I bet it feels like plywood.”

 

Ianto’s eyes narrowed. “Tough.”

 

“What is it with you? You were ready to bare your ass to my friends a little while ago, but now you’re too shy to sleep in the same bed with me?”

 

“Not too shy,” he shot back with a grim smile. “Just unwilling.”

 

Jack’s temper started to slip away from him, and he forced his response through gritted teeth. “I’m not going to touch you, so just relax.”

 

Ianto studied his face in the soft darkness, no doubt noticing how worn out he looked, and finally relented. “Fine. Whatever. Just stay on your side of the mattress.”

 

Jack grunted, wondering if he should be insulted that he’d apparently just decided he was too tired to be a threat. “The same goes for you,” he ground out with a disgruntled thread of amusement, certain it was the first time he’d ever warned someone to stay away from him in bed.

 

Ianto muttered something colourful in response as he gave Jack his back, and despite his shitty mood, Jack found himself grinning. He lay there for a long time in the quiet darkness, listening as Ianto’s breathing eventually evened out with the calmness of sleep. He must have eventually dozed off, because sometime in the night he drifted slowly back to awareness. He knew, in an instant, that he was dreaming. And he didn’t want to wake up. Not yet. Unlike the gruesome nightmares that had plagued him for months, this one was too damn good to miss.

 

He was standing in the middle of a forest…and he was with Ianto. A blood-red moon hung low over the trees. The air was warm, sweet with the scent of Ianto’s skin, the night silent for the wind and their sawing breaths.

 

They were both dressed in jeans and T-shirts, but the heat could be felt through the thin layers of clothing and Jack tweaked a hardened nipple poking through the thin cotton layer. Ianto gasped, his head falling back, and with a low growl on his lips, Jack took his mouth in a desperate, searching kiss, as if he was trying to find the answer to something important. Something...vital.

 

Jack didn’t know how long they stayed in that tight embrace, the tone of the kiss bordering on violent. He thrust his tongue against his with a greed that left him shaken, then nipped at his bottom lip, unable to get enough of the sleek, fresh taste. It was a rich, drugging essence that made his blood go thick, his cock pulsing with a raw, driving ache. He ran his hands down Ianto’s back until he gripped his firm cheeks, then yanked him close, his body pliant against his touch.

 

Damn, he needed this. Even if it was only a dream. He needed all of him. Needed him on his tongue, on his skin. Needed to spread him open and drive his cock inside him until he’d taken every demanding inch of him. Until he could feel the hammering of his heartbeat thrumming around the heavy length of his cock as he stretched him open, his arms and legs locked tight around his body, holding him close. Binding them together.

 

His hands gripped tighter as he lifted him up, grinding against him with an animal-like sound of pleasure. He moved forward a few steps, trapping him against the gnarled trunk of a towering oak tree—curving one hand around the back of his neck, tangling his fingers in his hair, sliding the other down the back of his thigh. As he lifted his leg higher on his hip, the position allowed him to rub more fully against him. Ianto moaned in response, whispering his name, and the soft sound of longing pierced right through him, like a bullet. It struck with a violent force that ripped him from the delicious depths of the dream, jerking him back to a shocking awareness.

 

With his chest heaving, Jack opened his eyes and took in the startling reality of his surroundings. The cheap motel room, instead of the forest. A scarred headboard instead of the gnarled, towering tree. But Ianto was still in his arms. Still moaning and writhing against him, Ianto’s legs hugging his hips, Jack’s knees braced in the bedding. He moved like he wanted to crawl under his skin, driving him out of his mind.

 

Driven by blinding urgency, his hand grabbed hold of Ianto’s hair and pulled his head back to suck on his exposed throat. Ianto cried out, making a throaty sound and spurring Jack on. He released Ianto’s throat and then closed his mouth over a nipple. He cried out again, the sound making Jack wild. He used his tongue to stroke and lick, nipping with his teeth, before sucking on him with a hunger that just kept rising. He couldn’t get enough. Not of his taste or his skin or those provocative little sounds Ianto kept making. The way he arched against his mouth, seeking more…or the quiver of desire shivering through his limbs. The way he wound his fingers in his hair tugging him closer.

 

God…I need him. Want him. Just him. Him. Him...

 

In that moment, all of Jack’s concerns were forgotten. He was an animal, primal and male, at the mercy of his baser desires. He grunted with feral satisfaction as he lifted Ianto’s body higher, trapping him against the headboard with the burning heat of his body, his muscles coiled hard and tight. His dazed eyes went wide as he gave a raw, guttural growl, just before he covered Ianto’s mouth with his, his blood roaring in his ears as primal craving bore down on him, obliterating reason and logic.

 

Ianto didn’t fight him, but his mouth had been shocked into stillness beneath his—passive, simply taking, accepting—and he wanted his hunger. Wanted all of him.

 

He wanted Ianto wild for him.

 

“Damn it, kiss me back,” Jack snarled, holding the side of his face in his hand. Ianto moaned, tilting his head, fitting his mouth more closely to his. “Please,” he gasped against his silky lips, his voice cracking as he begged him…pleading. “Kiss me back, Ianto.” And then he felt the soft, sweet stroke of Ianto’s tongue, and his body shuddered violently in response to that delicate, seeking touch. Within seconds, the kiss became something explicitly carnal, devastating in its power. Jack kissed him like he wanted to consume him. Like he never wanted to stop. And he didn’t. He wanted it to last forever. Wanted to keep drinking in that warm, heady flavour, loving the way he tasted on his tongue. Loving that for once in his godforsaken life, reality was so much better than the dream.

 

With another feral, rumbling growl, he broke the kiss, pressing his mouth to the sharp point of his jaw as he sucked in a lungful of his compelling scent, his chest heaving. Heat shot up his spine, roaring through him as he moved far enough back to hook his thumb under the waistband of Ianto’s pyjama bottoms, wrenching them down and off. His body shuddered as began stroking the hard silky heat of Ianto’s cock, his fingers playing with the sticky liquid massing at the top. Still holding Ianto against the headboard, he let go of his cock and thrust a long finger inside Ianto.

 

Ianto gasped, panting against the side of Jack’s face, his fingers digging into his shoulders, while his inner muscles spasmed, clasping him tighter. He made a thick sound as Jack pressed deeper, loving the way he clung to him, so tender and hot, and he pulled his head back so that he could watch his eyes. Watch the pleasure climb, shocking him, the moment so intimate it made his chest hurt. He’d done this with too many people to count, and yet, in that moment, he couldn’t remember any of them.

 

Not. A. Single. One.

 

All he could see was Ianto.

 

It was mesmerising, watching the emotion flash through his dark eyes as Jack stroked inside him, pushing deep, then adding another and driving Ianto wild as he stroked in and out, teasing him mercilessly. Ianto trembled, his mouth open for a soundless word that looked like ‘more’, and Jack locked his jaw as he pushed back in, giving him three fingers this time. Ianto’s cock was bobbing, leaking, crying out to be touched. Jack let his fingers slide out of Ianto reluctantly and slowly stroked his cock while shoving down his boxers.

 

Ianto cried out again, Jack’s name spilled huskily from his kiss-swollen lips, and the next thing Jack knew, long, lethal fangs were bursting into his mouth, heavy and throbbing and hot—just like the ones he had in his nightmares. But he was too far gone to care. He used some of the leaking liquid drizzling from Ianto and pressed himself between Ianto cheeks, stroking across Ianto’s hole, while continuing to stroke the heavy head of Ianto’s cock, his breath leaving his chest in ragged bursts as he buried his face in the crook of Ianto’s shoulder. His skin was deliciously smooth against his scratchy cheek, his scent an intoxicating lure. Unable to resist, he put his mouth against the tender column of his throat, the hunger demanding that he possess and mark him in the most primal, savage way that he could mark his mate.

 

Just as the blunt tip of him nudged Ianto’s entrance ready to penetrate him, he scraped his fangs across his sumptuous flesh, on the verge of taking his first bite, when Ianto gripped two handfuls of his hair and wrenched his head back.

 

“Whoa,” Ianto said breathlessly. “Jack, wait!”

 

“I won’t hurt you,” he groaned, lowering his head and flicking his tongue against his throat, loving the way his butt cheeks tightened against the bulging head of his shaft. “I—”

 

“Jack! Listen to me. I said no!”

 

He pulled back a little, confused. He could sense Ianto’s withdrawal, but couldn’t understand exactly what he wanted. His words were fuzzy in his ears, their meaning not getting through to his brain, like Ianto was shouting at him through soundproof glass while he struggled to read his lips. He shook his head, trying to concentrate, while the importance of those words fought to break their way through the deafening fog of hunger and lust.

 

“For fuck’s sake, Jack!” Ianto shoved hard against his shoulders, then punched him with so much force that his head whipped to the side. “Move back!”

 

The words busted through that time, like a douse of cold water in his face. Jack brought his face back around and looked into Ianto’s eyes…and reality came back in a slow, sickening slide.

 

Fuck, he thought dully, shaking his head again, while the details of the situation came into sharper focus. His warm body crushed against his chest. The thick, granite-hard length of his cock pressing against his arse. The kiss-swollen shape of his mouth beneath eyes that were burning with hot, vibrant emotion. He could not be doing this. What the hell was wrong with him?

 

“Damn it!” He curved his hands into shaking fists, lifted his arms and slammed his fists against the wall, making Ianto jump. A muscle in Jack’s jaw pulsed with fury as he narrowed his eyes at him. “This isn’t going to happen,” he snarled. “I am not going to shag you against the wall in some cheap motel room. Not for our first time!”

 

“Hey!” Indignation filled Ianto’s expression. “It wasn’t like I asked for this. You’re the one who grabbed me. And I’m the one who told you to stop!”

 

“You think I don’t know that?” he shouted, hitting the wall again. “I know I fucked up!” Jack felt the heavy, uncomfortable fangs start to draw back, and almost sagged with relief. His fists unclenched, his hands flattening against the wall as he closed his eyes. “I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he added in a halting rasp, the burning in his gums a stark reminder of what had almost happened. “I…I thought you were…with me.” His eyes opened, and he locked his gaze with Ianto. “I thought you wanted me.”

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So, comments anyone. Cold shower?
 

 

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