Title: Necessary Ends, Coda

Author: Emma

Characters: Canonical Torchwood Three members… sort of.

Rating: Some chapters definitely not safe for work.

Disclaimer: Oh, please. If I owned them, would I let some of those idiots write the scripts? And if I were making any money off them, would I be where they could find me?

Summary: An old, old friend helps Jack and Ianto in a quest to defeat an angry wraith…

Author’s Note: This was meant to be a total smut fest and it turned on me. Oh, well. Enjoy!

            When Ianto returned to the Hub he found it powered down to what Toshiko called mainframe nap time.  Automatic programs were running and there was enough light to let someone walk around without tripping and breaking their neck, but that was all.

            He looked up to Jack’s office. The lights were on. He took the steps two at a time, suddenly impatient to be with his lover. That was the right word now – or it would be by sunrise if he had his way. He was going to drag Jack Harkness down into that tiny closet Jack called a bedroom and he was going to do everything he had been fantasizing about for six months. Before Elaine de Cussac had nearly destroyed their world he had been willing to take it slow; now all he wanted was to take everything Jack had promised, tonight, before it could be taken away again.

            As he reached the top of the stairs the office door opened and Jack stepped out in full military kit.

            “Oh.” Ianto couldn’t disguise his disappointment. “You’re going out.”

            Jack smiled. “I was going to the monastery to find you.”

            Ianto pressed close, crowding Jack and forcing him to step back into the office.  He shut the door behind him as he stepped over the threshold.

            “Coat, please, sir,” he said in his blandest voice. “We wouldn’t want it to get dirty.”

            Jack gave him his most lascivious grin. “Are we planning to get dirty, Mr. Jones?”

            “Positively filthy, sir.” He held out his hand. “Coat?”

            Jack shrugged out of it and handed it over, together with his hat. Ianto hung them carefully on the coat stand behind the door. Suddenly his stomach was full of butterflies. He had only one lover in his past, if Lisa could be considered that, and there was nothing to compare Jack to; but Jack was so much older and more experienced and there were plenty of young men and women in his past. What happened if Jack didn’t… if he wasn’t…

            Heavy hands fell on his shoulders. “Cold feet?”

            “No… not really. It’s just that… No.”

            The hands – Jack’s beautiful, huge hands that seemed to encompass all of Ianto’s world – stroked gently down to his wrists. He felt Jack’s breath against his cheek as Jack whispered in his ear.

            “You are everything I want. All I need.”  He punctuated the words with small sucks on Ianto’s earlobe. “I want to show you so many things, teach you so many things…”

            Ianto moaned. “Now. I don’t want to wait anymore. Now, Jack, please.”

            He was turned around and his mouth plundered. Slowly. Gently. Thoroughly. For a second he wondered if there was just a touch of sex magic in Jack’s kiss, and then dismissed the thought as irrelevant. He wrapped his arms around Jack’s waist and hung on as Jack explored his mouth, jaw, and throat. There was so much freedom in giving himself over without reserve and just letting things happen, in letting Jack push off the coat and undo the tie and open the shirt until he was exposed to Jack’s eyes, and his hands, and his lips.

            “Downstairs.” Jack voice was hoarse. “Your first time shouldn’t be over my desk.”

            The graphic images Jack’s words planted in his mind made Ianto moan. “Yes.”

            They scrambled down the ladder. Something about the intimate darkness of the tiny room, lit only by a single lamp on the bedside table, made Ianto bold. Here, in this place, he could be himself. He wanted to be the one who plundered; he wanted to leave his mark in his lover’s skin, in his thoughts. Mine, he thought fiercely. Here he’s mine.

            Jack had barely reached the ground when Ianto pounced. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”

            He pushed off Jack’s braces and removed the shirt and vest. He sighed with pleasure as his fingers stroked over Jack’s shoulders, then around to knead the hard muscles in his back. Jack purred when Ianto rubbed his lips over the silky skin of Jack’s chest, finding Jack’s nipples with his tongue. Jack had taught him that men could be as sensitive as women in that area and he used everything he had learned to drive Jack wild.

            It wasn’t very long before he found himself flat on his back on the bed looking into blue eyes filled with lust. His hands were pinned above his head and a hard leg was thrown over his.

            “We’re going to slow thing down,” Jack forced the words out through gritted teeth. “Or we are going to do real damage.”

            “Don’t want to slow down.” He struggled to free his hands. “Want you. Now.”

            “Do you really want to have to listen to Owen lecture you on safe sex?” Jack grinned at the horrified look on Ianto’s face. “That’s better.” He licked at the corners of Ianto’s mouth, then sucked on his lower lip. “You are gorgeous. Hush. You are gorgeous and you are mine.”

            He ran his tongue down Ianto’s chest just to the edge of the trousers. “I think it’s time we got rid of these, don’t you?”

            He let go of Ianto’s wrists and sat up, intending to strip himself quickly and then make a longer production of undressing Ianto. Instead he found himself under assault as Ianto dove for his belt.

            “Let me. Please.”

            Jack leaned back and let Ianto deal with what remained of his clothes. He had promised himself that Ianto’s first time would be as gentle and unhurried as it took for Ianto to get used to the idea of intimacy. He was sure Ianto’s physical relationship with Lisa had not progressed beyond a little kissing and petting, and the double trauma of losing her and being awakened to his powers by the physical and mental abuse he’d endured at the hands of the rogue vampires had destroyed any chance of normal sexual development. Finding him an eager participant was more than Jack had ever expected, and he wasn’t about to inhibit him in any way.

            Ianto tossed Jack’s trousers and pants onto a chair, then pulled off his shoes and socks. He had managed to get through the whole thing without really looking at Jack’s body, especially not at… well, there. He gave himself a mental shake. He wanted Jack; Duw, he was so hard it hurt. But faced with the proof of Jack’s physicality, when the fantasy was about to become the reality, he found himself panicking.

            He felt Jack’s fingers ghost gently over his hair and caress his cheekbones, and he knew Jack deserved to know the truth before they went any further.

            “They didn’t rape me. Elaine told me she didn’t believe in polluting her meals.” He forced the words out. “But I raped them. Mentally. Because I needed to get away from… what they were doing. I felt rage and fear and I lashed out. I’m afraid that if I let go I will… the something in me that could do that would hurt you.”

            Jack pulled Ianto down on top of him, wrapping his arms around the shivering body tightly. “Ianto, you were a boy. You had seen your girl die at the hands of vampires. They were using you as a human larder. You were in agony for weeks. I’m amazed you’re still sane.” He caressed Ianto’s back, pressed kisses to his forehead and cheeks and jaw. “What you did to those bastards was necessary for your survival. You would never do something like that out of passion.” He rolled over until Ianto was beneath him. “Let me show you. Let me prove it to you.”

            Ianto blinked back tears. “Yes. Please.”

            Jack dispatched Ianto’s trousers, pants, shoes, and socks just as fast as he possibly could, then positioned him back onto the pillows. He lowered himself down, deliberately letting Ianto feel their erections rubbing together as he aligned their bodies. He put one of his hands under Ianto’s buttocks, pulling him tight.

            “First lesson.” He said, punctuating the words with licks and nips to Ianto’s shoulders and neck. “The technical term for this is frot, from the French frottage…” He chuckled at Ianto’s expressive eye-roll. “I guess you’ve heard of it.”

            He reached into the drawer of the bedside table and pulled out a small tube of lube.  Pouring some into his hand, he massaged it gently over Ianto’s cock, enjoying the moans of pleasure that erupted as his fingers traced the thick length of it. Then it was his turn to moan as Ianto’s slicked hand found him and he was traced and stroked.

            “Hold us both. Yes, like that,” he gasped. “Now move. Slowly. Let’s see long we can last.”

            He took Ianto’s mouth in a deep kiss and shivered in delight when he felt Ianto suck at his tongue. It went on and on as their sensitized bodies strained against each other, and every contact became an agonizing pleasure. Their mouths separated only long enough to let them get enough oxygen into their lungs to survive then clamped together again. And it went on and on until they couldn’t breathe even with their mouths wide open and their heads thrown back, and Jack felt Ianto’s hand squeeze once, twice, and Ianto’s voice, hoarse in his ear.

            “Jack… I’m going to come. I have to…”

            The words threw Jack over the precipice and his back arched as his orgasm boiled up, and he felt Ianto thrust hard several times and scream, and then collapse against him, panting, his face buried against Jack’s throat.

            They rested like that for a few minutes, catching their breath and letting their heart rate return to some sort of normal. Finally, Ianto raised his head.

            “We did get positively filthy,” he said in a voice full of surprised wonder. “Didn’t we?”

            Jack laughed. He found the towel he had placed on the lower shelf of the bedside table and cleaned them both as best he could. “You know where the shower is if you want to…”

            “No.” Ianto shifted and squirmed until he found a comfortable place, with his head on Jack’s chest and one leg thrown over both of Jack’s. “Sleep now. Then lesson number two, yes?”

            “Oh, yeah.”