Cursed

The blessing of unicorns disappeared back into the trees, leaving Jack and Ianto sitting in the clearing, awestruck by the events of the last hour.  Ianto had turned his face to the moon, eyes closed and smiling as he seemed to bask in its light the way others worshiped the sun.  And it was this that made Jack realize the truth of what the unicorns had told them.

Ianto was one of theirs.  A creature of darkness and moonlight.  Cool and distant, pure and beautiful.  Jack was overcome with gratitude at being allowed to approach such a rare and lovely soul.  He was shaken from these thoughts as Ianto lowered his head, opened his eyes, and gave him a look that was wild and joyful and…

“Jack,” Ianto grinned before lunging at him, tackling him back to the ground and covering Jack’s body with his own.

Before Jack could do more than make a preemptive “mmmffff” sort of noise, Ianto was kissing the daylights out of him.  Or perhaps the moonlight.  As Ianto leaned back to stare at him hungrily, he shook his head in an attempt to clear it of nonsense.  He didn’t have long, because in the next moment, Ianto was kissing him again, full of lust and hunger and a wildness that Jack was still growing accustomed to.

Ianto, with his three-piece suits and perfect grammar and scholarly pursuits and proper manners, gave every impression of being a cultured and civilized man.  Sophistication incarnate, our Ianto Jones.  But that was just a façade.  A persona.  An outfit he wore, as easily discarded as the suits themselves.

What was real – what Jack was beginning to recognize – was the wildness in Ianto.  He had been bound for so long.  Caged.  Now he was free, and all of those carefully cultivated masks could no longer be maintained.  The true power – be it magic or the blood of the magical creatures that had saved him – was breaking free, and he would be hard-pressed to contain it, even should he want to.

And Jack could see that now that Ianto had tasted that freedom, he had no wish to contain any of the fierce passion that was, at his core, so definitively and quintessentially him.  Jack counted his stars (all of them – not just the lucky ones) that he was there to see it, first.  He knew there had been a fundamental shift in his lover, and there was no going back.  Everyone with eyes would see at least a portion of Ianto, now.  And he was so good at hiding himself, Jack was certain the younger man would eventually be able to mask some of his power.  But not all of it. 

Not anymore. 

Jack’d had an awful lot of time to think, while watching Ianto rest and recover.  And what he’d realized was that he had seen just enough of Ianto to know there was more.  He’d known all along that he had only just scratched the surface, and upon his return from the Year, he had resolved to spend as much time as he could with his young lover in order to excavate the rest.

Now, he had realized that Ianto had not been deliberately hiding the rest, and the excavation had been done, though perhaps less carefully than anticipated.  It was like ripping off a plaster, though.  And now he would be able to see all of Ianto, and he couldn’t wait.  He knew that Ianto was afraid that if Jack saw everything, he would run away.  Jack understood that well enough; he’d had the same fear of showing Ianto everything, himself.  But just as Ianto had not flinched, nor would Jack.

In his mind, Jack had likened Ianto before St. Mungo’s to a chrysalis.  Just enough of a colorful wing had shown through a tear in the cocoon that Jack could only want to see more.  In fact, he craved it all.  Good, bad, or ugly, he wanted to see all of Ianto, because he knew it would be a gift.  And now, Ianto had emerged from the confinement, and his wings were unfurling.  Jack could no more look away than he could have left the younger man when his friends took him off to St. Mungo’s all those weeks ago.  He had caught a glimpse of Ianto, and had fallen in love with the totality of the younger man long before he had actually seen and experienced all of him.

And each new facet that came to light was as loved and deeply cherished as the last.  Jack was just grateful to see it unfold.  So he didn’t resist as Ianto pushed his greatcoat from his shoulders and lay him back on the soft folds of its lining and made quick work of their footwear and pyjamas.  Nor was he surprised that Ianto had found the lube in his greatcoat pocket.

Ianto continued to kiss Jack with utter abandon as he quickly prepared him.  He was almost clumsy with need and lust and was not as thorough as he normally would have been, but that only added dimension to the wild and frenzied fuck that followed.

And it was bloody perfect.

Ianto sank into his body, not so desperate that he didn’t give Jack a moment to adjust, but unable to stop himself, he began moving, almost (but not) too soon.  It was just right, and Jack wrapped his arms and legs around his lover and tried to hold on as Ianto drove into him, hard and fast. 

Jack tried to stop his moans and shouts by latching onto Ianto’s neck, collarbone, pec, shoulder – anything within reach got marked, but did little to silence his pleasure.  Likewise, Ianto was making the most delicious growling noises as he took Jack.  It was driving Jack mad, and he heard himself begging for more.

Ianto felt as though moonlight was racing through his veins like lightning, making his blood thump and his body move.  Some wayward brain cell still capable of thought realized he’d been right – it wasn’t just running in the light of the full moon that was exhilarating.  That same wild joy from his run to this place continued to thrum through him and along their bond as he thrust into Jack, their bodies crashing together, desperately seeking release.

He reached down and managed to snake a hand between their bodies, taking hold of Jack, who was beginning to shake apart.  Just two firm strokes, and the older man was scrabbling at Ianto’s back, inadvertently leaving vivid scratch marks as he shouted to the sky, his body clenching deliciously around Ianto, who could only follow his lover over the precipice, sinking his teeth into Jack’s left pectoral as the world fell away and his mind shattered, his vision filling with a million trillion shooting stars.

Jack was the first to come back to himself.  He was not entirely certain he hadn’t passed out, for a moment.  He vividly remembered an incredibly intense climax, followed by the thrill of feeling Ianto spend as he bit Jack’s chest, hard.  A final jolt of lust had sent another contraction through Jack’s body, whiting out his vision and leaving him drifting, fucked out and blissfully mindless for a few moments.

He kept his arms wrapped around Ianto, who was winded and seemed a bit dazed, to be honest.  Jack almost smirked with pride, but he was pretty sure the younger man’s reaction wasn’t down to his own prowess, this time.  But still.  It was his body that had given Ianto such intense pleasure, and there was a pride to be taken, in that.

“Dear gods, do you have to breathe so smugly?” Ianto muttered into his chest, nuzzling and then licking at the fine sheen of sweat that covered Jack’s chest.

“Why, yes,” Jack grinned up at the moon, feeling his body react to the movements of his lover’s tongue.  “Yes, I do.”

Ianto huffed out a laugh and raised his head, looking at Jack intently.  “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“Of course not,” Jack admonished, leaning up so he could kiss Ianto.  “It was perfect.  Makes me think I’m going to have a far greater appreciation of the full moon then I ever did, before.”

“Me too,” Ianto chuckled as he rolled to Jack’s side, palming his still half-hard cock.  “Would you like to continue this here, or…”

“Back to the castle, I think,” Jack said.  As perfect as that had been, his back was going to complain if they spent the entire night out here.  Because they could either go back now, or it would be dawn before they would be bothered to move.

Ianto groaned and nodded, giving himself a squeeze to quell the desire that was still racing through his body.  He stood and had to cast about for his pyjama bottoms and one of Jack’s boots. 

Jack pulled his track pants back on, watching Ianto roam around the clearing, swathed in moonlight and nothing else.  He was stunning, and Jack’s breath caught.

“What?” Ianto asked, handing him his wayward boot and pulling on his pyjama bottoms.

“You’re beautiful,” Jack whispered, and delighted in the blush that spread from Ianto’s cheeks to his ears before spreading over his shoulders and down his chest, almost to his nipples.  Jack’s mouth watered as he watched the progression, which looked grey in the bluish-silver light.

Ianto dropped to his knees between Jack’s and took his face in his hands.  Jack expected a kiss, but Ianto just stared at him intently for a few moments before murmuring, “As are you, my Love.”

Jack tipped forward and kissed Ianto, and the younger man was beginning to lean into him, urging him to lie back onto the ground when he stopped him with a hand to his chest.

“Back to the castle,” Jack said, his voice both disappointed and determined. 

Ianto leaned back with a huff, but a mischievous smile pulled at his lips.  “I’m not sure how I feel about your sudden restraint.”

Ouch.

“I’ll show you restraint,” Jack growled.  “Just as soon as we’re certain we’re not being watched by our new family.”

Ianto threw back his head and laughed, and then flopped onto his backside and began pulling on his boots.  He continued to tease, even as he tied his laces.

“Jack Harkness, feeling shy,” he chuckled.  “What is the world coming to?”

“I’m not entirely sure,” Jack rejoined.  “Ianto Jones, an exhibitionist?”

“You feel it too, then?” Ianto asked, his voice so low only Jack could have caught it.

“Yeah,” Jack replied, surprised.  Ianto had clearly noticed but just as clearly hadn’t seemed to mind the feeling of eyes on them as they’d kissed.  Had he doubted what his own senses had been telling him?  Or – more arousing to consider – had he simply not cared that they were being observed?

Ianto stood up and did a full turn, scanning the tree line.  “Come on out,” he said, his voice raised just slightly.  “We know you’re there.”

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