The Ties That Bind (18/34 + epilogue)
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madbottomsTitle: The Ties That Bind - Part 18
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: Action of a more carnal nature in this chapter. Enjoy!
Jack gave a low growl, and sank his tongue into Ianto’s mouth with a bold, possessive thrust, turning the explicit kiss into something raw and delicious. He wasn’t just taking. He was comforting him with his mouth, pouring breathtaking emotion into every lick and stroke, letting Ianto know he wasn’t alone. That he could ask him for what he needed, and he’d give it to him.
The kiss went on for long, drugging moments, until Jack suddenly ripped his mouth from Ianto, sucking a deep, shuddering breath into his lungs. He pulled his head back, and stared at him, studying his face…his eyes. He ran his hand over his mouth, as if he was rubbing the taste of him into his skin, and his gaze narrowed until the blue was nothing more than a silver spark of light between his thick lashes. “Ianto?”
Ianto swallowed, and somehow found his voice. “I’m not asking you to have sex with me,” he whispered, settling his hands on his shoulders. “I’m not...ready for that yet. Not after everything that’s happened. But that doesn’t mean we can’t make each other feel good tonight. I’d like that, Jack.” He took a quick breath, then forced out the rest. “Because I’d really, really love to know what it feels like to come with a part of you inside me.”
“Damn it,” he growled, a shudder moving through his hard frame. “You make it so hard to do the right thing, Ianto.”
A grin touched Ianto’s lips as he said, “Then do me instead.” His chest shook with a hard, gritty laugh, and he smiled. “I’m serious, Jack.”
“I’m sure I should be thinking about this,” he muttered, lowering his head and pressing hot, seeking kisses along the column of his throat, making him burn for more. “But I can’t.”
Ianto arched his neck to give him better access, his voice breathless and dreamy. “It’s okay. I don’t think this requires a lot of thinking.”
Another deep, husky rumble of laughter, and then he lifted his head and locked his hungry gaze with his. “I don’t know if this is right,” he admitted in a low rasp, his dark brows drawn together in a fierce expression.
“I’m a big boy, Jack. I know what I’m doing.” He paused suddenly, not liking the unpleasant thought that wormed its way into his brain. “You’re not just trying to protect my pride, are you? Maybe the truth is that you just don’t want me.”
Jack raised an eyebrow and snorted as he grabbed Ianto’s hand, shoving it against his impressive erection. “That feel like I don’t want you, Ianto?”
The thick, rigid length pulsed against the press of his hand, and Ianto couldn’t help but curl his fingers over it and squeeze, loving the way Jack hissed a shaky curse through his teeth. “Then what’s the problem.”
“The problem is that I’m not myself. I’m cha—”
Ianto cut him off before he could get started down that road. “And I’m not human, Jack. I can take care of myself, if I have to. You don’t scare me.”
“I’m not worried about scaring you.”
Ianto could read the truth in his eyes. “You won’t hurt me, either,” he said softly, letting his emotions and his hunger show, so that he would know just how badly he wanted him.
“Damn it, Ianto,” he muttered, shaking his head. “I can’t think when you look at me like that.”
“Then don’t think. Just kiss me again.”
And he did.
Ianto could feel the tremor of raw hunger that spread through his body as their lips touched. Sweet, shivering chills spread over his skin, his heart beating hard and fast, like something trapped inside his chest.
The tone of the kiss was different from before. No less giving, but Jack took more. Demanded it. Jack’s hands lifted to his head, long fingers spearing through his hair, shaping around his skull so that he could hold him still for the absolute taste of his mouth. It was all passion and scalding heat, driving Ianto wild, and he struggled against him, trying to get closer, his hands coasting over hot skin, unable to get enough of him.
Then Jack was wrapping his arms around his waist and lifting him off his feet as if he weighed nothing, and Ianto found himself lying in the middle of the bed. Jack came down over him, his hard thighs bracketing his hips as he pulled at his clothes, nearly ripping them off his body.
“Jack?”
“I know, no sex. I get it.” His voice was ragged, desperate, his chest rising and falling with the heavy force of his breaths. “But I’m getting you under my mouth, Ianto. I’m spreading you open and getting my fill.”
“Oh…” His mind blanked as he changed position, and he couldn’t think of a single thing to say, except for maybe ‘Hurry,’ when he was already going at warp speed. And he was suddenly feeling a little…shy. Odd, since he’d never been shy before. But then, he’d never had Jack Harkness kneeling between his legs, his rough hands hot on his skin as he slid them between his legs and shoved them apart, spreading him wide open, just like he’d said he would do. He made a thick, gravelly sound in the back of his throat as he pressed his knees against the mattress, the explicit position leaving him completely exposed. A muscle pulsed in the rigid set of Jack’s jaw as he settled his scorching gaze between his legs. Ianto could tell by the dark lust on his face that he liked what he saw. His nostrils flared as he pulled in a deep breath, the low groan on his lips telling him he liked his scent, as well.
Ianto choked back a shaky moan and gripped handfuls of the sheets, struggling to keep still. He wondered if Jack could tell how nervous he was, if he could feel the tension tightening through his body. Whether he noticed or not, Jack inhaled a slow breath of air, and seemed to force himself to take it slow. To give Ianto a little time to relax.
“I can’t get enough of the way you smell,” he rasped, taking another slow, deep breath as he stroked those callused hands up his thighs. He slowly massaged Ianto’s balls and gently caressed his already hard cock. “Did you know I could smell you in the woods the other day? Before you put that knife to my throat? I knew you were there because I’d picked up your scent. And it made me hard as hell.”
Ianto watched as Jack fondled him. “Really?”
A dimple appeared in his cheek. “Guess it’s a good thing I’ve never been able to stand tucking in my shirts. It covered the evidence,” he rumbled, and then, without any warning at all, he licked him. He took the head of Ianto’s cock in his mouth, taking in his taste. He pulled pleasure up out of Ianto as if it were his to control, the husky growl on his lips telling him Jack was enjoying the intimate act as much as he was.
Then he let the cock go with a pop before bracing himself on his elbows. He growled then used his thumbs to hold Ianto’s butt cheeks open, took a swipe over the flexing hole, tasting the musky scent, his growls of satisfaction getting deeper, darker. Ianto moaned, feeling the stunning sensations rush and swell, racing through his veins. When Jack plunged his tongue inside, working it fast and rough, Ianto arched his back and moaned louder, shocked by the guttural cry that ripped from his throat as the orgasm swept through him like the devastating blast of an explosion.
“That’s it,” Jack growled as he lifted his head and took hold of Ianto’s cock, and stroked every last drop out of it. “Keep coming for me, Ianto. I want it all.” He took his cock into his mouth and sucked it, swallowing his essence and making gluttonous sounds that were almost more animal than man as he drank him in, demanding everything he had.
Ianto didn’t know how much time had passed before he heard Jack say his name.
“Yeah?” he gasped, wetting his lips.
“I was wrong.”
He blinked as he tucked his chin in again and stared down at him. “About what?”
“I said I was getting my fill,” he told him, his voice low and breathless. “But I can’t get enough. You taste too good.”
He didn’t wait for a response, which was good, since Ianto couldn’t do anything more than moan when Jack’s tongue was pushing inside him again. Hell, he could barely remember his name. Jack ate at him with that same mind-blowing intensity until Ianto was tugging on his hair and pushing his arse against his mouth. Jack ate him out mercilessly with his wickedly talented tongue, teeth and lips until Ianto was hard again and then the moment Jack’s lips touched his cock, he was spilling into Jack’s mouth once more and shouting out Jack’s name.
Jack kissed his way up Ianto’s flushed body, licking and nipping with his teeth, until he’d reached his nipples. He sucked on each nipple, getting them both wet and red, then lingered, licking him slowly, as if he were lapping at something sweet, the same way he’d licked him between his legs, and he decided the man was freaking diabolical. But in a good, totally blissful kind of way.
When he finally raised his head, his lips were shiny, those blue eyes darker in colour than he’d ever seen them before, but glowing with a warm, provocative fire. He braced himself above Ianto on his powerful arms, the strong lines of muscle and sinew a testament to his incredible strength.
The charm that Donna had given him swung from the length of cord around his neck, and Ianto reached up to touch it with his fingertip. “The Pharis didn’t take over your body tonight, so I guess this worked.”
“Either that, or they had orders not to.”
“You should trust Donna,” Ianto said, returning his gaze to his rugged face. “She wouldn’t have lied to you.”
He nodded as he slid his gaze to the side, a sudden frown on his lips. “What’s wrong?” he asked, sensing the sudden change in his mood.
“It’s nothing,” he muttered, closing his eyed.
“Jack, look at me.”
He shook his head, a grimace on his sensual mouth. “I don’t want you reminded of those bastards.” His lips parted as Ianto realised what was bothering him.
“Jack, your eyes are beautiful.”
“My eyes look just like theirs,” he growled, forcing the words through his clenched teeth. “Like the Pharis.”
“No, they don’t.” Ianto laughed and Jack’s eyes opened, as if he needed to see for himself what he found so damn funny.
Ianto reached up and brushed the silky strands of his hair back from his face, then traced the masculine shape of his brows. “You’re breathtaking,” he told him, hoping he could see the truth in his eyes. “You could never look like one of them, Jack.”
And it was true, even though he no longer looked human to him, either. There was something deeper in him. Some dark, dangerous current that ran just beneath his striking surface, but it didn’t scare Ianto. If anything, he was seduced by the combination of predator and protector, feeling the rush of danger and the tenderness of care all at once. It was a heady assault to his senses that he was helpless against.
“Please, Jack,” Ianto whispered, wishing he could make him understand how amazing he really was. How much he cared about him. “Please trust me when I say that you could never be like one of them.”
Jack stared down at the man beneath him, not knowing how he did it. How could he look into his ice-blue eyes like that, with so much desire and trust, and not be disgusted by what he saw?
He’d always envied his brothers, whose eyes were a deep, dark blue. Jack had been one of the few unlucky Harkness’ to inherit the Pharis’ pale eye colour, and he hated it. He’d never liked seeing his reflection, his stomach twisting when he’d notice those ice-blue eyes staring back at him.
But Ianto didn’t look at him with fear or revulsion. He looked at him as if he saw something that was wonderful—something worthy of him—and it blew his mind.
No matter how he examined it, Jack knew this was a mistake. But at that moment, he just didn’t care.
He stared him right in the eye as he took hold of Ianto and started stroking him slowly leaning down to kiss him hungrily and then made his way down to take Ianto’s cock into his mouth, coaxing it to get hard again and as it did, he slid his fingers inside Ianto’s welcoming arse. He pleasured Ianto until he was falling apart. “Come for me,” he rasped, licking the slit on the head of Ianto’s cock. “I can’t get enough of it. I need to taste you again.”
Ianto thrust up, pushing himself into Jack’s warm mouth and opened his legs wider, for Jack to thrust his fingers inside further, harder.
Jack groaned at Ianto completely opening himself up to him and growled as he felt Ianto fall so quickly, the tight convulsions clenching around his fingers as he pressed deep and let his pleasure rush through him, dizzying and sweet. This feeling was so huge inside him, he didn’t know what to do with it. How to control it. How to fight it. But he couldn’t let go, as if he needed the feel of him in his arms to keep going.
Then he felt the heat in his gums, and he snarled with frustration. “Shit.”
Ianto jumped at the stark sound. “What? What’s wrong?”
“Don’t freak,” he mumbled, keeping his face turned away as he pulled his fingers from Ianto’s body. “But I, uh… The damned fangs are back.”
“Oh,” he said, sounding curious…and even a little bit excited. “Let me see them.”
His eyes shot wide as he whipped his head back around. He barely moved his lips as he demanded, “What did you say?”
The smile Ianto gave him was so tender, it made him flinch. “Let me see,” he repeated.
What the...?
“Seriously, Jack. I want to see them.”
Breathing raggedly, he parted his lips, giving him a glimpse, and Ianto’s smile turned into a soft, mind-melting look of wonder. “Oh, Jack,” he breathed out in a soft voice. “They’re so sexy.”
“They don’t look like…?” He couldn’t get the rest of the question out, but Ianto knew what he meant. Ianto shook his head, running his fingertip over the shape of his upper lip, then dared to stroke his finger across one long incisor. Jack shuddered as if he’d stroked his cock, and he grinned.
“They don’t look anything like the Pharis’,” Ianto told him, his gaze lifting back to his. His eyes were hazy with desire. “They’re just incredibly hot.”
He jolted, feeling something heavy and sweet roll through him, shaking him apart. He trembled as he lowered his lips to Ianto’s, claiming his mouth with an urgent, desperate kiss. “Please,” he gasped against his lips, settling his hips between Ianto’s legs. He could feel the wet, scalding heat of his cock through his jeans, a violent need roaring through him that made him tremble and curse. “Christ, Ianto. Please. I need to be in you,” he groaned, rubbing the aching ridge of his cock against him. “Tell me I can have you. Tell me now.”
“Sit up,” Ianto told him, pushing at his bunched shoulders. Jack wanted to howl with frustration, until he said, “Sit up and open your jeans.”
“Whatever you want,” he growled, loving the pressure of Ianto’s fingers on his shoulders as he quickly kissed his way down his body again, taking another greedy taste of him, his tongue lapping at his spent cock. Then he braced himself on his knees as he ripped open his fly, and then pushed the jeans below his hips and showed him his body.
“Jack.” The longing in his voice as he said his name, his dark gaze focused in hard and tight on his hungry cock, made him shudder. Then Ianto sat up and wrapped a firm hand around him, and he nearly died.
“You huge, maybe it won’t fit” he said playfully, almost unable to close his fingers around his thick width, his cock harder than it’d ever been before. “I mean, I always knew you’d be huge, but…geez. Is this one of your newly acquired traits along with your teeth or have you always been this huge?”
“I’ll fit where it counts,” he rasped, unable to keep from rolling his hips when he added his other hand, stroking him in a hard, tight pull that drew drops of moisture at the flared tip. “You’ll take every inch of me, Ianto.”
Ianto bit his lip, looking as if he wanted to lean down and cover him with his mouth, licking and sucking him the way he’d done him—but there was something in his eyes as he looked up that told him he wasn’t going to like what came next.
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So, sufficiently sated, or have I left you dangling over that pesky cliff again?
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on 2012-05-18 05:04 pm (UTC)Truly though, I loved it but I am a bit worried about that last sentence!
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on 2012-05-18 10:50 pm (UTC)Cheers
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on 2012-05-18 10:51 am (UTC)Pesky you ask? Are you kidding ACK
Cruel. Inhumane. Hot OMG HOT.
And I now have to wait...... *dies*
Crawls to take a COLD shower.
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on 2012-05-18 11:12 am (UTC)no subject
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on 2012-05-18 11:12 pm (UTC)Cheers.
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on 2012-05-18 07:14 pm (UTC)But...there was something in whose eyes? (I got a little lost in the pronouns there.) If Ianto got all that fun, but is going to tell Jack there's no happiness of any sort coming his way, I'm not going to be happy with Ianto! :)
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on 2012-05-18 11:17 pm (UTC)Anyway, glad you enjoyed it and more very soon. Cheers
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on 2012-05-18 08:46 pm (UTC)this is hot! very hot;-))
I love how Ianto reassures Jack .
but the last paragraph .... Jack won't love the answer to Ianto? argh!
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on 2012-05-18 11:25 pm (UTC)And yes, Ianto, does not care about the changes, he just loves and wants Jack however he can get him. But, yes, you are correct, Jack probably won't like what he is about the hear.
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on 2012-05-19 02:23 am (UTC)A couple more over the weekend you say? Yes, please!
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on 2012-05-19 03:46 am (UTC)And yep, you're right, Jack is most likely going to be the one dangling. Oops!
Cheers