Prove It

[czarina_kitty]

Title:  Prove It
Author: czarina_kitty
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing/character: Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones
Rating:  NC-17
Prompt:  (from caravankids) rimming, spanking, bottom!ianto, Children of Earth fix it fic
Kink: rimming, spanking
Notes/Warnings:  written for round 17 at rounds_of_kink

 

Jack jerks awake at the sound of a knock.  It takes him a moment to remember where and when he is.  Some backwater colony in the early 21^st century.  His vortex manipulator had worked well enough to get him off Earth, but he was still stuck in this primitive time.  Stumbling to the door he opens it and decides he must still be asleep, still be dreaming, still having a horrible nightmare.

“Go away.  Leave me alone,” he says to the figure standing just outside his room.  “You aren’t real.  Just a figment of my guilty conscience and too much hypervodka.”

“Jack, you are completely sober.  And I assure you, I am real,” the young man says, tentatively reaching to stroke a finger along Jack’s jaw.

Jack moves to block the touch and is surprised when his hand connects with something solid.  Jack curls his fingers around the wrist and he pulls the other man forward and off his feet.  When he feels a heavy weight impact his chest, Jack turns and propels the younger man into the room and onto the bed. 

“I don’t know who you are, but this isn’t funny,” Jack growls.

“Jack, it’s me, Ianto,” the other man says calmly.

“No.  I watched you die.  I held you while…”

“No.  Jack, you had to think that.  Had to believe I was dead.  But I’m not.  I’m here and I’m alive.  How can I prove that to you?”

Jack leans over the bed and runs a hand down the side of  the other man’s face, across his neck, and brings it to rest on the knotted tie at the base of his throat.  “You look like Ianto.  You feel like Ianto.  You sound like Ianto,” Jack says.  He leans in close and takes a deep breath.  “You smell like Ianto,” he whispers.

The younger man shudders as Jack licks along his jawline.

“You even taste like Ianto,” Jack murmurs, pulling at the younger man’s jacket and tie.  Jack bats away a hand coming up to unbutton his shirt. 

“Stay still,” he order as he carefully strips the younger man.  Jack tosses aside each item of clothing, before touching and tasting each new bit of exposed skin.  Jack roughly rolls the other man onto his stomach and licks a line down his spine before tugging down his briefs. 

The younger man reaches to grasp the headboard as Jack licks and nips the flesh of his newly exposed arse.  He keens softly when Jack’s tongue explores his crack, tracing lightly over his hole once before coming back to tease at the opening.   

As the young man relaxes and moans at the intrusion of Jack’s tongue, Jack smiles.  “You really are Ianto,” he says.

“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you,” Ianto gasps, pushing his bottom up in the air to encourage Jack to continue.

“But…how?” Jack asks, sitting up suddenly.

Ianto moans at the loss of contact, but turns slightly to look at Jack.  “The Doctor.  He knew what you were going to have to do to defeat the 456.  He thought that the only way you could do what had to be done was if you’d already lost me.  I tried to tell him that sacrificing one child to save the entire world wasn’t exactly new territory for you, but the man never stops talking long enough to listen.”

            “So, what?  He revived you?”

            “Um.  Not exactly.  No.  He came to see me at the warehouse.  Gave me a device to protect me from the gas and to make it look like I died.  After you and Gwen left, he came and picked me up.  Brought me here.”

            “You knew about this before went to Thames House?”

            “Yep.  You didn’t really believe I was stupid enough to shoot at a box full of poisonous gas without any protection, did you?  I mean…”  Ianto’s speech is cut off as he finds himself yanked up and deposited over Jack’s lap.

            “You knew what was going to happen,” Jack says as he crashes a hand into Ianto’s upturned arse.  “You knew and you didn’t tell me.  You let me believe I had lost you.  You let me believe that I killed you, that I led you into danger and you died.”

            Ianto gasps and grits his teeth as Jack continues his rant, all the while smacking his backside in a punishing rhythm.   After a minute, Jack quiets and runs his free hand from the base of Ianto’s neck to the small of his back, then around his waist to pull Ianto tight against Jack.  The spanking slows and lighter swats are alternated with soft caresses.  Ianto relaxes into the sensations and gasps as Jack slides one lube slicked finger inside him.  As Jack slowly opens him, his free hand roams over every inch of Ianto’s skin. 

            When Jack pulls his fingers out Ianto makes a high pitched whining sound until Jack pushes him off his lap and lays him gently on his back in the center of the bed.  Jack leans down and tenderly kisses Ianto before pulling back and bringing Ianto’s calves to rest on his shoulders and hastily undoing his own trousers .  As he slowly enters the younger man Jack keeps his eyes focused on Ianto’s.  He whispers softly, “Don’t ever hurt me like that again.”

            Ianto keeps his eyes firmly focused on Jack’s as he replies, “I won’t.”