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Beautiful Iris - part 7 - Is This What You Want?

June 14th, 2007 (05:39 pm)

current mood: artistic

Title: Beautiful Iris
Part 7– Is this what you want?
Author: Jo19844
Rating: this part NC17
Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Tosh/Owen (sort of)
Summary: When a seemingly cut-and-dried incident calls out Torchwood early one morning not everything as it seems. Alien technology transmits a strange frequency signal and leads them into a trap of curiosity and an unfamiliar place with unfamiliar faces.
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood... believe me... if i did Jack and Ianto would walk around in nothing but tight pants (and a tie for Ianto) The BBC own it. so as much as i love it i don't own it :( also the title don't belong to me lol Although i have some pretty characters i made up myself.
Spoilers : Up to episode 7, also slight spoiler (very tiny) from the book Border Princess
Part 1: Cut & dried here -> http://jo19844.livejournal.com/4527.html
Part 2: Alien Lego here --> http://jo19844.livejournal.com/15486.html
Part 3 is here --> http://jo19844.livejournal.com/15691.html
Part 4: Meeting Iris here --> http://jo19844.livejournal.com/17433.html
Part 5: Finding the way here --> http://jo19844.livejournal.com/17963.html
Part 6: Thinking here --> http://jo19844.livejournal.com/18276.html

A\N - If you're reading this and you like it, why not take a minute to leave a comment and let me know :D

It took Ianto a full hour before he had the strength to walk into the bedroom to face Jack.

After spending ten minutes with his hand on the doorknob and no nerve to go inside, he had gone for a walk in his bare feet across the darkened courtyard; it had proved to be a bad idea. Spike, the not-so-friendly family cat, had allowed him to sit on the ground stroking him for a while before scratching his hand, hissing and darting off towards the barn. Not that Ianto blamed him, he wasn't really paying much attention to the podgy moggy and stroked it's coat aimlessly as he stared up at the bedroom window. Spike simply got sick of playing second fiddle to a window, and left.

So, a while later, with his feet blackened, his skin cold, and his hand covered in deep red scratches he returned to the house, climbed the stairs and looked at the large oak door once more. He was pretty sure that Jack would be sleeping, and it seemed safe to go inside. He walked in and closed the door carefully behind him, he could see Jack lying in bed. The thin sheet draped over the Captain's shirtless torso and he could see his breathing was rhythmic; he was sleeping.

“Jack?” He walked over to the other side of the bed and crouched down, looking at Jack as he slept. “Jack are you sleeping?” he asked.

When he got no reply, Ianto put his hand on Jack's face and swept his hair away from his eyes, looking at him for a while. He looked peaceful, and more importantly, calmer than he had earlier in the evening. He let his hand drift down to Jack's lips and let allowed his fingertips brush against the soft skin. The Welshman dropped down to his knees beside the bed and moved his lips closer to Jack as he slept, planting a soft kiss on his lips.

Ianto leant back on his blackened heels and let his hand slowly fall from the Captain's face. He watched him for a moment, praying that he wouldn't wake, and sighed audibly. He considered waking him just to say his piece, to tell him what he had been rehearsing for the past hour in his mind, but thought better of it; some things were better left unsaid.

Quietly, he stood up and walked over to his side of the bed and removing everything but his underwear. He draped the clothing over the chair and pulled back the sheet, preparing to climb into bed without waking him.

“It's late,” Jack whispered without moving, “where did you go?”

“For a walk.”

“Long walk, you've been gone over an hour.”

“I needed it. I had to clear my head.”

“Did you manage it?” he asked, finally sitting on the edge. He pressed his fingers to his lips and stood up, turning to face him. He watched him across the darkness, the taste of his kiss still on his lips.

“No. There's too much going on in there; too many thoughts.”

“Why didn't you tell me about you and Tosh?” he asked, walking towards him. He could barely see Ianto in the dark, all he could make out was a figure standing in the room.

“There's nothing to tell.”

“You kissed her,” Jack said, his voice cracking, “you were in her room and you were kissing her Ianto. It seems to me that there's definitely something to tell.”

“She kissed me Jack.”

Ianto could hear Jack laugh harshly from across the room, but he seemed to be getting closer. “You certainly didn't seem to fight it. I would say it even looked like you were enjoying it.”

“I don't feel anything for Tosh; not like that.”

“That's real funny,” Jack said, his voice getting closer until Ianto could finally see him, just feet away, “because generally I only shove my tongue down people's throat when I feel something for them. Even if that feeling is lust.”

“She was scared, I was scared too and my mind was on other things. I wasn't even thinking about her.” He explained.

“What were you thinking about?” he asked.

“I don't--” Ianto stuttered and licked his lips, but tried to sound confident. “I can't remember.”

Jack closed the gap between them until their bodies were touching. “Were you thinking about me?”

The heat of Jack's breath hit Ianto's neck as he leaned in to speak into his ear. It wasn't until Jack touched his face softly, running his fingertips across his lips, that Ianto realised he had closed his eyes the moment they had touched.

“When you were kissing her, did you wish they were my lips?”


“Did you think about me, about my fingers on your skin, or my breath on your neck?” Before Ianto could reply, Jack put his hands on the younger man's stomach and pushed him gently until he felt his back pressing against the wall. “Tell me that you were thinking about me.”

“No.” His tone was stern, but his voice shook and broke at the Jack's touch.

“You kissed me. You thought that I was sleeping and you kissed me.” His lips brushed against the younger man's ear and he felt his breathing quicken in pace. “Why?”

“You're mistaken.”

“I'm not mistaken. You kissed me.”

“You don't always need a reason to kiss someone Jack, haven't you ever kissed someone without thinking?”

“No. When I kiss someone I know exactly what I'm doing.”

“You can kiss someone and not feel anything,” Ianto said. He swallowed a nervous lump in his throat and felt the heat of Jack's body as he held him firmly against the wall. He could feel Jack's erection pressing into him as he pulled Ianto's hips towards him.

“Can you feel that?” He whispered. “Do you feel me Ianto?”

“I could hardly miss it, you're pressing into my thigh.”

Jack reached his hand towards the door and turned the key on the lock; the sound echoed through the room as it clicked into place.

“You say that you kissed Toshiko and felt nothing?” Jack asked. “Do you think that you could kiss me and feel nothing too?”

Ianto looked at Jack in the darkness, barely able to see him. “Do you want me to kiss you?”

“That wasn't the question.”

“Do you really want me to kiss you Jack?” Ianto said. “Do you really want us to go down that road where we have to talk about how we feel?”

Jack looked at him for a moment before averting his eyes. “I'd rather talk about you and Tosh.”

“Why do you even care if i kissed her anyway?” Ianto asked. “I wasn't aware that it had anything to do with you who I kiss or how I feel when I'm kissing them.”

Jack fell silent.

“You're just mad because she got to play with a toy that you wanted,” he said, “you want me and you can't bear that I don't want you.”

“But you do want me.” Jack looked directly into Ianto's eyes in the darkness; he could barely see but he cold feel the cold glare. “Every time I touch you I get a reaction. He ran his hand between Ianto's legs and rubbed the bulge in his underwear. “A big reaction.”

“And I didn't think you could get any more arrogant.”

“Kiss me.”

“What?” Ianto asked.

“Please.” Jack's voice softened. “Kiss me.”

Ianto opened his mouth to protest and looked into the older man's eyes finding himself unable to say anything. The gaze that pierced into his eyes was deep and pleading; heavy and burning with something undefined. He swallowed a lump in his throat ad licked his lips to stop them from drying.

“Why ask me now?” Ianto said, putting his hands on the older man's face. “Why here, in a place where it would make everything so much more difficult?”

“Haven't you ever wanted something that you were afraid to ask for?” Jack whispered. “I can't just walk away without asking this time. I've walked away from too many chances.”

“I don't feel anything for you.” Ianto said, his voice harshly cracking.

“Prove it,” Jack challenged, “kiss me and make it mean nothing.”

Ianto looked at Jack's lips, swollen and begging, slightly parted and close enough to taste. He could feel the heat of his breath on his lips, a sweetness seemed to radiate from them and draw him closer. The sight of the older man's tongue protruding out from between his lips, moistening them, made Ianto lose composure, and with more eagerness than he expected he captured Jacks lips in a kiss.

Jack's lips were even softer than they looked, and tasted sweeter than he had imagined; his tongue darted into his mouth with a soft desperation and his hands spread over his body, creating a trail of heat over his skin. Ianto wrapped his fingers around the back of Jack's neck, pulling his lips towards him, deepening the kiss with an urgency he didn't know he possessed. The younger man nipped at Jack's lips and sucked on his tongue as his hands roamed his shirtless body; fingerprints burning into flesh.

Ianto pulled away for no other reason than a need for oxygen, and rested his forehead against Jack's. The older man looked at him, his mouth was open and gasping, his chest rising and falling trying to claim some air. His hands circled Ianto's neck gently, pulling him towards him for another kiss.

At first Ianto tried to pull away, but the heaviness of Jack against him and the heat of his fingers forced his body to give in long before he intended. He wrapped his arms around the older man and pulled him in, letting his hands run down his spine until they reached the soft material of his underwear. Putting his hands on Jack's arse, Ianto found himself pulling their hips closer , grinding them together. Ianto's felt as though he had been drugged by the heat of the older man's lips, or the feel of his body weighing him down; he didn't want to respond, but he kissed him back with every scrap of energy that he had. Jack groaned, and nipped at the younger man's lips as he kissed him hungrily.

Ianto gasped, opening his mouth in shock when he felt the older man's hands wrap around his cock through the material of his boxers. Jack covered the younger man's mouth with his hand and kissed his Jaw, sucking in the rough skin and dragging his tongue along it.

“Don't make a sound.” Jack whispered a order at him, nipping at the younger man's earlobe for a moment. Slowly, he removed his hand from Ianto's mouth and let it fall to his neck, pushing him back gently against the cold wall.

Ianto craned his neck to the side as Jack sucked on his skin, and buried his fingers in his hair, pulling him closer for a moment before dragging the older man's lips back to his own, and devoured them desperately. Jack moaned painfully as the younger man tugged at his hair forcefully and sucked on his lips; he pushed Ianto's neck further against the wall, struggling for control of the kiss.

He yanked Jack's head to the side again and kissed his neck, sucking the skin hard enough to leave a mark. He could feel the Captain losing composure; he seemed to melt into his body, letting his head fall to the Welshman's beautiful shoulder and bite the skin softly. His hand wrapped around the back of Ianto's neck and he drew him in, planting kisses on the soft skin under his jaw. Ianto let his grip loosen from Jack's hair and it slid to his back, running his fingers over his shoulder blades as he sucked on his neck.

Reality and logic tried to kick in when Jack's hands ran down Ianto's sides, but something pushed them to the side and replaced them with a burning passion that showed itself in the form of hungry kisses. He sucked on Jack's tongue and pulled him closer, grinding their hips together and feeling the bulge in the older man's boxers press into him. He didn't feel Jacks hands as they yanked down his shorts, but pulled back sharply when he felt Jack's hand wrap around his cock.

He looked down; his underwear hung loose at his ankles and his cock was shamelessly erect in Jack's hand. His vision returned to the older man and he froze at the sight of the beautiful blue eyes that pierced through his gaze. He swallowed hard and blinked a few times before feeling his breath catch in his chest. Jack started to stroke him slowly, never removing his intense gaze; Ianto couldn't look away.

Ianto tried to gain some composure and look un-phased by Jack's touch, but his body betrayed him; a groan escaped his mouth as Jack quickened the pace and his hips started to move with the strokes of his hand. Ianto could sense the smallest hint of a smile tugging at Jack's lips as he watched him slowly surrender; he was enjoying making him squirm, it was turning him on.

He gasped when he felt Jack's thumb brush over the head of his cock. His body seemed to resign to the touch, and his head dropped back against the wall, exposing the length of his neck, which the other man kissed softly as he stroked him. Jack clasped his free hand over Ianto's open mouth to mask his groans and leaned in to his ear.

“It's been a while,” he stated, brushing his thumb over the head again. Ianto moaned under the hand that covered his mouth. “Hasn't it?”

Ianto nodded slowly, pressing the palms of his hands against the wall to steady himself.

“Be quiet,” he said softly, removing his hand from Ianto's mouth.

Without warning, Jack dropped to his knees in front of the younger man, and looked up at him as he continued to stroke his cock. His eyes stayed focussed on Ianto as he kissed his thigh, running his tongue over the skin, tasting him.

Ianto's fingers spread flat out on the wall and held back his gasp when Jack's hot tongue landed on his cock, slowly flicking over the head before licking the shaft. He guided the length into his mouth, and sealed his lips around it; surrounding it in warmth. Putting one hand on Ianto's arse, Jack pushed his hips forward and took as much length as he could without gagging, pumping his cock in and out of his mouth slowly.

Slowly, he opened his eyes and looked down at Jack, watching him as he sucked and licked him. He buried his hands in the the older man's hair, pushing him down onto his cock a little; Jack glanced up and locked his eyes onto Ianto's as he flicked the head with his tongue. He reached one hand between Ianto's legs and massaged him, pressing down on the smooth spot between his balls and his arse before inserting a finger into his hole.

“Jack.” Ianto gasped squeezing his eyes shut again. He opened his mouth and then closed it again, biting his lip to stop him from moaning. “Jack stop. Please.” His voice was begging.

Jack looked up at him, and removed his mouth for a moment, continuing to stroke him with one hand as he used his other to finger him. “Doesn't that feel good?”

Ianto moaned softly and started to pant, letting his head drop to the side. “Too good,” he managed, “really Jack, you need to stop now.”

The older man ignored him and flicked his tongue over the head again, licking the underside of his cock until he could hear Ianto's breath catch and feel his body tense. He surrounded his length with hot mouth and pushed another finger into him.

Ianto gasped and twisted his fingers in Jack's hair as he felt his body betray him and give in; the soft gasps escaped from his mouth and he found his chest rising and falling heavily. He felt his knees buckle, and held on to Jack's shoulders just to keep standing. His blood rushed through his veins and it felt as though his heart was going to beat out of his chest. He bucked his hips forward, thrusting his cock further into Jack's mouth and finally, after what seemed forever, the release came, emptying himself into Jack's hot waiting mouth. Jack swallowed every drop that was offered and looked up at Ianto, locking his eyes on the heavy gaze that watched him from above. He couldn't decide whether he was aroused, angry, or both. He licked his lips and rose to his feet, touching Ianto's face with his hands. He kissed Ianto's jaw softly and hovered his lips above his ear.

“You taste sweeter than I thought you would,” he whispered, “and I thought about it so many times.”

Ianto closed his eyes, reeling in the sensation of hot breath in his ear; he leaned into Jack, running his hands up his back. He felt the soft sculpted muscle and caressed the skin with his fingertips, casting a map of his body in his memory; an unforgetting touch.

Jack kissed his cheek, just beside his ear and smoothed the skin with his thumbs. “Sometimes you're all I can think about. I undress you with my eyes, burning away all those layers in my mind. Now that the vision of you is in my memory, I'm hooked; I'll never stop thinking about you.”

He pulled away slightly, holding the Welshman's head in his hands. Ianto looked at him and licked his lips, unable to tear his eyes away from the older man who seemed to be piercing his eyes with his gaze.

“I don't care,” Ianto said, so weakly that even he knew it wasn't true. “I don't want you Jack.”

“You don't want to want me,” Jack whispered, his breath tickling Ianto's lips as he spoke. “But you do. And that's okay.”

Before Ianto could speak again Jack stopped him, covering his mouth with his lips. He kissed him, drawing him closer with his hand on his neck. Ianto could still taste himself in Jack's mouth, and felt his hands on the back of Jack's head, pulling him in. He ran his hands down the older man's back and pulled at the waistband of his boxers, yanking them down. He pushed Jack away from him, and towards the bed a little more roughly than he wanted, hungrily nipping at Jack's lips and taking his tongue into his mouth, gently sucking it.

Jack pulled away from his lips, gasping for air, but found a strong hand on his neck pulling him back into another intense kiss. Ianto's hands caressed his skin, touching everywhere that he could, reaching his hand around to Jack's cock, covering it with his hand. He started to stroke his length and felt Jack moan into his mouth, gripping onto his shoulders. He turned Jack so that his back was facing him and pushed him onto the bed, straddling his back with his legs and covering his body
With his weight. He pinned his hands to the bed and moved his lips to Jack's ear.

Ianto listened to Jack's shallow breaths as he lay face down on the bed and kissed his neck, shushing him when he moaned into the pillow. He held both Jack's arms above his head with one hand, and ran his other down his spine slowly until he reached his arse. Positioning his fingers at his entrance, Ianto teased him, breathing into his ear.

“Do you want this Jack?” he breathed.

Jack mumbled his answer into the pillow, and moaned when he felt Ianto's fingers inside of him. The younger man moved his fingers in and out of him; his breath quickened in his chest and his heart beat raced. He found himself biting down on the pillow as he felt Ianto kissing the Back of his neck, sucking on the skin as he thrusted his fingers into him.

Letting go of his hands, Ianto moved his hands down Jack's back, kissing his way down this spine, dragging his tongue. He could feel Jack underneath him breathing heavily and softly moaning into the pillow.

Jack panted his name, calling him with every breath, like a prayer to a god he'd forgotten, or a muffled mantra; a begging for sweet release. And, as Ianto ran his tongue along the bottom of his back, Jack twisted at the sheets, shamelessly squirming and mumbling swearwords into the depths of the pillow. He quaked when Ianto's tongue came into contact with his entrance and teased it, running slick trails across it slowly; it was enough to make Jack ball his fists in the sheets and bang the mattress in frustration.

“Please.” Ianto was sure that Jack had just used that word, mumbled into the pillow, begging him. “Please.” He said it again, and this time the Welshman was sure that Jack Harkness, the mighty intergalactic man-whore himself, had just begged for his touch.

He delved his tongue into him and Jack cried out the name of a God he didn't believe in as he continued to squirm, arching his back and grabbing at the wrought iron of the headboard for something to hold onto. His breathing shallowed and his heart started to beat erratically as he felt himself come, exploding onto the sheets beneath him.

He lay there for a moment, regaining his breathing, and felt Ianto climb up his back, pinning his arms to the side of his head again before he could move. He lowered his mouth to Jack's ear.

“Did you enjoy that Jack?” Ianto asked, pressing down on his wrists until the skin turned white.

“Oh yeah.”

“Good. Memorise it, burn it into your memory because it will never happen again.” Jack tried to move, but Ianto thrust his hands back onto the bed. “The only reason that I did that was so that I didn't owe you anything. You made me come, so I made you come. It means nothing.”

Jack tried to speak, but Ianto beat him to it. “You mean nothing to me.” he spoke through gritted teeth, holding Jack down against the bed. “Nothing!”

Finally, Ianto let go and jumped off from the bed, putting his trousers back on and slipping his shirt over his arms. He headed for the door and reached for the handle.

“Don't go,” Jack pleaded, putting his hand over Ianto's. He rested his forehead against the younger man's back and wrapped his arm around him, holding his hand against hs chest. He kissed his back softly. “Please don't leave like this.”

“I can't stay here tonight Jack, I'm sorry.”

“And where exactly are you going to go?” Jack asked, his voice breaking.

“For a walk.”

“Are you coming back?”

“I don't have a choice.”

“Then stay,” Jack requested, feeling Ianto's hand as it wrapped around the arm that held him. “Come to bed.”

“No,” Ianto said weakly, his voice quivering with every word, “I can't just go to bed with you lying beside me. I can't pretend that everything is okay.”

“But it is going to be okay,” Jack said, waiting for an answer, “isn't it?”

Ianto shrugged Jack away and opened the door, turning around when he felt someone follow him. “Don't follow me,” he warned, “I have nothing else to say to you.”

He walked out the door.


Posted by: Tessa (tiggerbrasilf)
Posted at: June 14th, 2007 05:20 pm (UTC)

Oh wow! *melts into a pile of goo* that was a bit powerful! Can't wait for more

Posted by: incontestiblyme (incontestiblyme)
Posted at: June 14th, 2007 05:39 pm (UTC)

wow that was amazing i loved it very very powerful ending. cant wait for you to write more

Posted by: mrs_norrington (mrs_norrington)
Posted at: June 14th, 2007 05:51 pm (UTC)

Wow! Angsty and hot and I want to read more!

Posted by: crowson75 (crowson75)
Posted at: June 14th, 2007 07:18 pm (UTC)

Guh! That was some hot angst going on there! Very nice!

Hope you don't mind me pointing it out, but you've got an 'a' missing from 'Jack as he slept' in the last line of the 5th paragraph.

Posted by: jo19844 (jo19844)
Posted at: June 14th, 2007 07:22 pm (UTC)

not at all! i Welcom it and have now fixed it


Posted by: JenyTheyScreamed (atheneunknown)
Posted at: June 14th, 2007 07:44 pm (UTC)

I just wanted to tell you, that reading this all in one go makes it SO MUCH HOTTER.

God this is goregous.

Sorry I disappeared on you, MSN was being stupid today.

Time to go look at houses. And after reading that I'll totally be able to focus.

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Posted by: jo19844 (jo19844)
Posted at: June 14th, 2007 09:03 pm (UTC)

LMFAO lol they are funny. thanks for pointing that out. u know im always up for people pointing out typos :D id rather be told than have people snigger when they read it:D

*runs off to change from dong to doing lol*

Posted by: This is what I come back for. (moira_fae11)
Posted at: June 14th, 2007 10:38 pm (UTC)
TW: Ianto thinks emo thoughts ...

;___; Oh, Ianto. Give Jack a chance, I think he'll surprise you.

This was wonderful. I love this series. Can't wait for the next one!! <3

Posted by: ally_p_x (ally_p_x)
Posted at: June 15th, 2007 11:55 pm (UTC)

I'm loving this, but I'm all worried about Ianto now *gives him a big hug*

Jack will make him see sense won't he? Please?

Posted by: Kimmi (shirafuzzy)
Posted at: June 16th, 2007 01:04 am (UTC)

That's not fair. Goddammit. That fic.... arg.

*monotone voice* Please wait while this fangirl's brain slowly comes to.

Posted by: Sam (samantharichter)
Posted at: June 16th, 2007 11:26 pm (UTC)

Oh, I'm so glad you're updating again. I generally adore everything you write ;) Can't wait for the sequel!

Posted by: idle_myrmidon (idle_myrmidon)
Posted at: July 4th, 2007 06:09 pm (UTC)

So powerful! I love this story but sometimes I want to give Ianto a swift kick upside the head!

It’s such a wonderful portrayal of his state of mind; how nervous, unsure, and self-conscious he is... but at the same time he can be a little infuriating.

Mmmh, when he finally succumbed though, needless to say all that pent up desire got put to good use! Even if it only added to the angst and confusion it was still very hot!

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