The Ties That Bind (26/34 + epilogue)

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Title: The Ties That Bind 26 
Beta: Blackcat1000
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Donna, John Hart, Owen and James Harper, Mickey/Martha, Toshiko/Tommy, Claudia, Phillip, Suzie, Saxon, Rhiannon, OCs
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 75K+
Warnings/Contains: Explicit sex (does that need a warning?), witchcraft, horror, supernatural themes, minor 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: Do I really need to give a chapter summary here? Can’t you surmise on your own? Enjoy!

Chapter Twenty Six

 

As he locked the door to their private cottage, the soldier in Jack couldn’t believe that he was choosing sex instead of a fight. Especially a fight that was this important. But then, it’s not like he was just running off and getting laid. He was going to be making love to Ianto. Touching him. Tasting him. Burying himself in his lithe, hard body.

 

His friends were smart, and he knew they could fight well and fight dirty, too. He could trust them to handle things on their own. He had to. There wasn’t an acceptable alternative.

 

He took a quick look around the room as he set their bags down, relieved it was as nice as the Guardian’s cottage. The walls were painted a warm yellow and the furniture was dark and rustic, including the sprawling king-size bed that took up the far wall. The bed was covered in folds of sand-coloured silk, with midnight-blue sheets underneath, and he couldn’t wait to see Ianto lying there beneath him, his pale body spread out across that dark cotton.

 

“It’s going to be a while before they call,” Ianto offered a little unsteadily, sounding nervous again. Despite the desire Jack could detect in his scent, he retreated as Jack prowled toward him, the hunger in him one that Jack had always felt for this man. Always.

 

But at the moment, that familiar hunger seemed anything but human. It was too dark. Too raw. Too demanding.

 

Jack needed him now, damn it. And as Ianto backed into the room’s dresser, he looked as if he was on the verge of running away from him. “Just because we’re waiting for that call,” Jack said, “doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy ourselves in the meantime. Right?”

 

“I…guess not.”

 

Jack stared into his flushed face, saw the worry in his beautiful blue eyes, and realised exactly what he was thinking. Quietly, he said, “You don’t have to be so suspicious, Ianto. If I was only doing this to get you out of taking part in that ceremony, I’d already be making damn sure you were no longer a virgin. We’d be skin-on-skin, and the only thing either of us would be worrying about is how many times I can make you come.”

 

That easily, Ianto’s worry melted, and Jack’s lips twitched with a smile. “Well, I guess that answers that.”

 

Ianto’s head tilted a little to the side, his gaze curious and warm. “I’m assuming you’d like to skip the condom part, since you mentioned us being skin-on-skin.”

 

Hearing those husky words on his lips made Jack so hard he thought he might hurt himself. “I know you’re clean,” he told him, “and I’m clean. I’ve always worn a condom. Every damn time.”

 

“That’s sensible,” Ianto murmured, his smile turning wry. “Especially seeing as how there’s been so many.”

 

Jack stepped closer, enjoying that crackling energy that always sparked between them. “I’d rather not wear one with you. But I will, if that’s what you want.”

 

“No condom, I want to feel you.”

 

“And I want them to hurry the hell up with that phone call so I can get inside you,” he growled, his muscles coiling as he studied his eyes. His worry and tension had eased, so he wrapped his arm around Ianto’s waist and pulled him against his chest, his head dipping low so that he could nuzzle his throat. “I need to touch you,” he groaned, “but I can behave. I won’t go too far or do anything you don’t want me to.”

 

“Well, that’s no good,” Ianto said with a breathless laugh, arching his neck for him. “I want you to do everything, Jack. All of it.”

 

Jack made a hungry sound in the back of his throat. “I like the sound of that.”

 

“And I want to do things, too.”

 

He pulled his head back, his heavy-lidded gaze locking with his. “Yeah?”

 

Ianto smiled when he saw the rise of colour burning beneath his skin. “Oh, yeah.”

 

Then he dropped to his knees in front of him, and Jack nearly died. Together, they fought to get his jeans open, the task complicated by the way their hands kept getting in each other’s way. He finally just gave up and let Ianto have his way with him, his hands trembling too much to do anything but slow him down. Ianto didn’t waste time once the jeans were open, wrenching the denim over his hips along with his boxers, and his cock sprang out with almost embarrassing enthusiasm. If he hadn’t been so on edge, he would have laughed.

 

Ianto made a kind of husky sound that curled his toes, the warmth of his gaze on his cock making him sweat as he took his time studying him. He was harder, thicker, than he’d ever been before. Unable to wait for him to get started, Jack took himself in his fist and pressed the swollen head against the centre of his lower lip, and so turned on, Jack had to grip himself hard to keep from coming. Not yet, damn it. He wanted to see this. Wanted to watch his man taking him in. He had no doubt the sight was one that would blow his mind.

 

Ianto’s breath rushed against the taut, sensitive skin, a small sound like pain breaking from his throat, and he shuddered, the wait nearly killing him. Seed spilled from the tip in a shiny drop, his teeth gritted against the pleasure as Ianto finally opened his mouth a little more and swiped up that glistening bead of fluid with his tongue. “You’re killing me,” he groaned in a raw voice. “Suck me, Ianto. Please.”

 

Ianto covered the head with his lips, swirling his tongue over him, then sucked him in, and Jack nearly fell over. Slamming his hand against the wall beside him, Jack braced himself, thinking Ianto just might be the death of him. His head fell back on his shoulders as the sensations rolled up his spine, making him dizzy. He took a deep breath and lowered his head again, not wanting to miss a single second.

 

He’d been in this position hundreds of times, with too many others to count. But it had never been like this. He clenched his jaw, fighting the driving urge to come in his mouth. Not this time. He wanted to be buried deep in his gorgeous body, feeling him clench around him, pulling him in, soaking him in his heat. But he was making it damn hard for him to keep it together.

 

“Jesus, Ianto.” He sucked in a deep, shuddering breath, locking his knees to keep his balance. “That feels...”

 

Damn it, he didn’t have words for how it felt, the pleasure indescribable, heightened by the fact this was Ianto on his knees before him, licking and sucking on his cock with an abandon, as if he couldn’t get enough.

 

It terrified him, this power Ianto had over him. This need that was unlike anything he’d ever felt for anyone. He was…hardly a prize for someone like him. But if he kept him coming hard enough, maybe he wouldn’t be able to think about how much better he could do.

 

When he knew he wasn’t going to last another second, Jack pulled him into his arms, practically tossing him into the middle of the bed. He ripped his shirt off and came down over him before he’d even stopped bouncing, managing to get him out of his boots and clothes even faster than he had the last time. He couldn’t even be bothered with his own boots and jeans, leaving the denim hanging around his thighs.

 

“Damn it, I can’t wait,” he groaned, pushing his legs apart and putting his mouth to him. Ianto was already hard, and he growled a sound that was dark and thick as he sucked him in, using his lips, teeth and tongue, loving the way he tasted. Ianto came for him so quickly, it made him smile, the experience one he was already helplessly addicted to.

 

He kept at him until the orgasm eventually faded, then braced himself over his body. Jack thought Ianto was impossibly beautiful, both on the inside and out, and before the night was over, he was going to be his. Jack didn’t know what he’d done to deserve such an incredible gift, but he was humbled by it just the same. And willing to do whatever it took to keep it.

 

With a shaky breath on his lips, he said his name.

 

Ianto licked his lips. “Yeah?”

 

Jack brushed a stray hair back from his face, and waited until he opened his eyes. “I just want you to know that I should have done this a long, long time ago,” he whispered, and as he pressed his mouth to his, he lowered himself between his legs, rubbing the steely length of his cock against Ianto’s spent one. Jack could almost feel it twitching in anticipation for the next round.

 

He knew, with every part of him, that he would remember every detail of this moment for the rest of his life. The way Ianto looked and felt beneath him. The way his heart pounded and his body trembled.

 

Ianto arched a little, and opened his legs. “More Jack. I need more. Now.”

 

Jack scraped out a gritty curse, his lips pulling back over his teeth as he responded. “You’re gonna get me.” Jack grabbed the tube of gel he had the forethought to bring, coated his fingers and without preamble pushed two fingers inside Ianto and twisted, immediately crooking his fingers making Ianto yell out in pleasure.

 

“Oh fuck, I want you now,” he moaned, thrusting against the fingers, as his hands stroked Jack’s sides and back. “I need you inside me, Jack. I don’t want to wait.”

 

“I don’t either, baby.” He leaned in and kissed Ianto hard. “But I promise it’ll be worth it. Hell, we haven’t even gotten to the good part yet.”

 

Ianto groaned. “You’ll kill me.”

 

They both stilled the moment the words left his lips, but Ianto was the one who moved first, pressing a hand to the side of his face.

 

Jack turned his head, pressing a hot kiss against the centre of his palm. “I’d never hurt you,” he told him, the quiet words as solemn as a vow.

 

“I know. I trust you, Jack.”

 

He believed him, and yet, he could see there was something Ianto wasn’t telling him. There were still secrets he was holding close to his chest, and he forced himself to ask, “Are you sure you want this, Ianto?”

 

His eyes went wide, as if he couldn’t believe he’d asked that question.

 

“I need an answer, baby.” The words were low and rough. “Before it’s too late. Are you sure this is what you want?”

 

Ianto took a deep breath, curled his hands around the back of his neck and brought their mouths together and murmured, “I’m sure.”

 

Jack added another finger and worked Ianto open as much as he could, pleasuring him and coaxing exclamations and groans from him. Slowly, Jack removed his fingers and squeezing more gel out of the tube he coated his cock liberally in preparation. He caught Ianto’s hands, lifting them over his head, and pressed them against the pillow as he nestled his straining cock between the tight cheeks of Ianto’s arse and began to stroke his length against the contracting hole.

 

How long he could wait before actually sliding his cock inside him, he didn’t know. He just wished the guys would hurry the hell up and call.

 

*~*

 

Wiping the blood and sweat from his face, John turned in a slow circle, surveying the destruction that spread out around him. Even without the gore and blood from the carnage, the flat patch of land where they’d performed the ceremony only moments before was bleak. No wonder Dorothy had wanted over the fucking rainbow.

 

It had taken him a while to get things set up, the minutiae of the ritual perimeter making his head pound. John had used his blood in the initial stage of the spell to pull the Wraiths there, the sounds of their rage something he knew would stay with him for a long time. The second step, which used Ianto’s blood, was even more complicated, taking him longer than he’d expected. The Guardians had been forced to fight off the Skins that were being pulled into the power of the perimeter, the creatures’ bodies literally crashing from the sky. Now that the battle was over, the group of warriors looked a little worse for wear. But despite being bloody and bruised, they were smiling and slapping one another on the back as they took a moment to celebrate the fact that they were all still standing.

 

Then they gathered around John, offering him their thanks and congratulations for a job well done, and he realised he actually liked these people. Liked their style, their humour and their willingness to fight as dirty as they needed to. Not a single one of them had curled their lip at the idea of working with a demon. Not even one who was a sex-eater, though there had been some good-natured ribbing about keeping him away from their other halves. It hadn’t taken them long to earn John’s respect, and he was even thinking he might offer to help them out again someday. Maybe hunt down some of the Pharis shades still trolling around. Lend his hand in taking out some rogue vamps.

 

Of course, he’d have to deal with the ex–Mrs Hart first, which wouldn’t be easy. She was like a rabid beast on his trail and she needed to be put down. For good.

 

“Shit,” Claudia muttered, sliding a slow look over the land, where thousands of nonhuman bodies littered the ground. None of them had expected the process of ‘sucking out the evil’ to be quite as gruesome as it had turned out to be. “Cleaning this mess up is going to take for-friggin’-ever,” the vampire complained.

 

“At least it’s over,” James rumbled, pulling his shirt off so he could use it to clean his blood-smeared face.

 

Owen’s smile was wide as he looked at his friends. “Guess we’ve got some weddings to plan now, and I, for one, am done with waiting.”

 

“Screw the planning,” Mickey muttered, pressing his hand against a nasty wound that sliced across the top of his shoulder. “When we get home, I’m dragging Martha’s little arse down to the village church and making it official. I don’t care what she says.”

 

The others laughed, teasing the tiger-shifter about how easily his woman could twist him around her finger. Mickey was in the process of some good-natured retaliation, pinning Owen in a headlock, when the Guardians realised John was heading back toward the vehicles they’d parked about a half mile away.

 

“Where the hell are you going?” Phillip called after him. “You helped make this mess, demon. Now you can bloody well help us clean it up!”

 

“I need to get someplace where I have mobile reception so that I can call Jack,” he shouted over his shoulder.

 

The vampire nodded, then narrowed his silver eyes. “You’re coming back after that, right?”

 

John didn’t bother to respond, knowing this wasn’t the time for lengthy explanations. Instead, he kept on walking as he pulled his mobile out of his back pocket. He hadn’t turned the phone on in weeks, worried the ex might use it to trace him, but he knew that he wouldn’t be sticking around here much longer. When the phone finally booted up, John lifted it in the air and searched for a signal…wondering if Harkness had managed to wait for his call.