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morgiaParings/characters: Ianto/OC, Ianto/Jack
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or any of the characters.
Summary: Ianto tries to feel alive in stranger's arms....
Spoilers: post cyberwoman
warning: anon sex, explicit sex
Rating: NC-17
Beta:the so sexy
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frakkin_addict Genre: big bad angst, with a kind of happy end for the delicious
thrace_adams Note from the author: Creation, its a part of destruction and imagination. I love to torture Ianto Jones, yes, I confess. This is a fic for the brilliant and gorgeous
put_that_away , I know chérie, its very late for a birthday fic, but I hope you'll enjoy it. My angsty muse had a lot of fun with this story:) Bonne lecture
To feel alive…
The man’s hands are on his body, his cock inside him, and he hears nothing as though thunder rumbles all around echoing in his ears. This isn’t how to feel alive, Ianto Jones. But the young man bites back the moan that dances painfully on his lips. He wants this: he asked for it a moment ago in the dark and noisy bar. Now in the unknown alley, with the warm breath of the man roughly caressing his neck, his body banging against him, Ianto’s white buttocks is exposed to the air, and he feels lost. Ianto Jones bites his lips, restrains the scream and tries desperately to forget himself in this insane and immoral act. When the man comes with a hard push and groans loudly in his ears, Ianto has to fight not to vomit on the ground. The man, with a smile of satisfaction on his pathetic face, squeezes his arse hard and whispers like a gift: “You have been a delicious ride...” With these words the man greedily kisses Ianto who closes his eyes, trying to lose himself in the disgusting mix of tobacco, whiskey and sex emanating from the man’s mouth. It doesn’t work; Ianto Jones still feels dead.
Few moments later, a fake smile on his face and the futile hope of finding what he desperate searches for, Ianto Jones enters the dark and noisy bar for the second time that the evening. The place is full of people: men and women dancing, drinking, and searching for one thing only: sex. Elbows against the counter, he orders a double whiskey. Ianto Jones feels empty: for two weeks he’s been a dead man walking. He betrayed all of them and let her die: I lost every battle and in the end I’m still the only one who stands alive… A dark laugh escapes his lips: alive - a word that mean nothing to him anymore. He feels hands on his body; a man buys him another drink. Ianto smiles: of course he’ll follow him. Maybe this time I’ll lose myself… Forever… They cross the bar and enter the bathroom. The man pushes him into an empty stall. He kisses him angrily, as if sex is the only way to unchain all his repressed emotions. Ianto Jones lets him do it: maybe this time I will feel alive… The man pushes down on Ianto’s shoulders to make him kneel in front of him. Ianto understands what he wants. He opens the man’s pants, takes his cock and puts it in his mouth. Ianto Jones feels nothing. The man is hard inside his mouth; he sucks him perfectly. The man’s moans dance around the small room as he pushes his cock even deeper into his mouth. For a moment, Ianto Jones feels something: a kind of disgust and pain. This isn’t how to feel alive, Ianto Jones. He falls, inside himself, inside the deep darkness: nothing matters anymore… The man comes roughly in his mouth. He caresses his hair softly, putting his hand under the young man’s chin, ordering him to stand up. Ianto obeys like a marionette. The man kisses him on the lips, grasps his arse and murmurs in his ear: “You have been a perfect little sucker.”
Ianto Jones smiles politely. His whole body wants to scream, but to scream you have to be alive, and Ianto Jones is a dead man walking.
Ianto exits the bathroom with a bitter taste on the lips. His heavy steps drive him to the dance floor. There, in the middle of the people dancing, he prays to finally lose himself. The music is loud; men and women dance in a desperate and careless way around and against him. He closes his eyes; he let himself feel the music. For two weeks he’s been confined at home: Jack didn’t kill him, and he doesn’t know why - I am dead anyway… But tonight, the silence of his flat was too hard to endure. He went out with the insane hope to feel alive. His body moves with the compact crowd, and he feels like one with them. The stranger’s arms didn’t help him to feel alive… Oh lord there is no heaven… Ianto falls; there is nobody to rescue him. Then, strong arms embrace him, keep him tightly against a hard body. He sighs, but doesn’t have the strength to keep the stranger away. He lets the stranger’s hands caress him; lets the stranger’s lips kiss his neck. There is something different in these caresses, in the way the man licks softly at his skin. Ianto feels something inside him, something like desire. In the middle of the crowd, he lets the stranger push his hard cock against his buttocks; he lets the stranger make him believe that maybe this time he’ll feel alive. Ianto is drunk, tired, disabused, so he lets the stranger’s hand steer him out of the bar. He can’t see the stranger face; he doesn’t want to see anymore, he just wants to feel. He restrains from begging the man to make him feel alive. In a dark alley, Ianto lets himself be caressed, kissed: please, rescue me… His trousers are down and he faces the brick wall. A tongue caresses his skin, fingers squeeze his arse; Ianto feels desire growing inside like a summer storm. The stranger kneels behind him, burying his face between Ianto’s buttocks and begins to lick his ring feverishly. For a moment, Ianto tenses, though the feeling is electrifying. Moans of pleasure escape his lips; it doesn’t feel so much like he’s falling anymore, but flying away. A mix of happiness and fear clash inside like an explosion: What he does to me… Please, don’t stop… Ianto Jones is on the edge, barely inside his own body. Then the stranger pushes fingers inside him, rising to bite passionately at his neck. Ianto is so aroused that he has difficulty breathing; all his body wants is to be fucked already.
“Please fuck me now!”
“As you wish, Ianto Jones…”
The voice, he knows it: he knows whom it belongs to. But at the same moment he wants to say something, the man pushes his hard cock inside him. Ianto sees stars. In the dark alley, two bodies crash together, the only sound that of their jerky breathes. Strong arms embrace him tightly, and sweet lips caress his ear. Ianto feels suddenly alive; his scream cuts the silence of the night:
“JACK! JACK!”
The man pushes himself deeper inside.
“Ianto…My Ianto Jones… This is what it is to feel alive… This is it...”
Ianto has pearls of tears in his eyes.
“Jack.. Jack..Jack…”
Like a mantra, Ianto repeats his captain’s name painfully. Then a fire explodes inside him and he comes powerfully. The man behind him comes almost at the same time, Ianto’s name on his lips like a prayer. For a moment, they say nothing. They stay pressed close just feel the other’s warm body. Then the man turns Ianto and kisses him softly on the lips. Ianto keeps his eyes shut; he doesn’t have the courage to face him.
“Ianto, open your eyes.”
He is lost inside himself.
“Ianto, please, my beautiful boy, look at me.”
He opens his eyes.
“Jack, I am lost…”
“No, you’re not, I found you.”
Ianto cries, in the dark alley. In front of his captain, he breaks down. The older man takes Ianto’s face between his hands, stares at him for a moment and says, “Promise me you’ll never try to lose yourself in stranger’s arms again. I am here now.”
Ianto falls, almost unconscious against the firm and comforting body of his captain. He knows now how to feel alive …
The end
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Date: 2010-05-17 01:23 am (UTC)Thanks to read and comment!!!
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Date: 2010-05-17 02:59 am (UTC)btw, long time no see, I am
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Date: 2010-05-17 08:17 pm (UTC)Hoo yes, Jack is there for him, he will save him from himself...
Thanks :)
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Date: 2010-05-17 08:18 pm (UTC)Merci !!
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Date: 2010-05-17 08:21 pm (UTC)Thanks!!!!!!
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Date: 2010-05-17 08:19 pm (UTC)Thanks my lovely!!!
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Take care ma chérie!!!!