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RPG 01 : Jack's Return 
23rd-Dec-2007 12:22 pm
RPG 01: Jack's Return

Rating: Adult (warnings for sexual scenes and explicit nature)

Summary: To celebrate season 2 returning to our screens, a new RPG has been opened. This RP will follow the first season faithfully, but will deviate from the second. This is a parallel version of season 2 of Torchwood.

Notes: Same sex pairing between Jack/Ianto - sexual scenes. I will endevour to keep these notes up-to-date as the RP progresses.

Characters: All characters are being played by me. I have a good idea of how I view this RP progressing, so auditions are closed temporarily. Until I get these damn characters out of my brain. I feel like I'm having multi-personalities taking over, and its very strange. But I'm also enjoying it immensely. If interest in RP picks up, I'll start something else up. Promise!

Disclaimer: Torchwood belongs to Russell and the BBC.
17th-Jan-2008 09:21 pm (UTC)
I'm fiddling with a pen, very uncomfortable. Billis may have got a handle on my feelings, but he's totally misjudged my loyalty.

"Billis Manger. The guy's just been here, at the hub. He's asked me to turn against you."

Jack's face betrays a flicker of unease, then returns to the cocksure smile I know covers all his feelings and emotions.
17th-Jan-2008 09:26 pm (UTC)
Billis Manger.

A name I'd hoped not to hear again for a while.

What was he doing at the Hub? Technically, he could get in anytime he wanted, but what was the point?

Slowly, I turn my head to glance out of the window; watching the girls at their desks, and Ianto shuffling around the Hub. He seems disquieted, nervous. Not himself.

My suspicians are highly aroused. He looks up momentarily, and glances at me. Our eyes meet.

In that instant I realise Billis has appeared to Ianto too. His eyes lower in shame, and he continues his tasks, unwilling to look up again.

"Keep this between us for now, Owen." I ask, my voice stern. "We'll see how this play's out."
17th-Jan-2008 09:30 pm (UTC)
I noticed the look Jack gave Ianto, but I didn't mention it.

Instead I left Jack's office and returned to my desk. Chewing on a pen, I let the day drift by.

I'm not in the mood to work after all this shit. Besides, I have a horrible sneaking suspicion that Billis is watching us from somewhere we can't see. Maybe it's just paranoia.

I collect all my most confidential files together, and put them in the safe - blocking the keypad with my shoulders. If Billis is watching, then nothing is safe.
17th-Jan-2008 09:32 pm (UTC)
Owen looks disturbed.

Something isn't right, but I can't put my finger on the problem. It's annoying me, but I let the feeling pass and carry on with some maintenance on the Torchwood system.
17th-Jan-2008 09:37 pm (UTC)
The day drifts by. At one point when Jack is in his office talking to Owen, he turns to glance at me in a suspicious manner. Still reeling from the conversation with Billis, I carry on with my daily tasks, brooding.

At the end of the day, I walk to Jack's office and knock politely on the door. I have Billis' card in my hand.

At Jack's curt "Come in," I enter the room. Jack gestures to the seat before him, and I sit in response.

"Jack, I had a visitor this afternoon."
17th-Jan-2008 09:45 pm (UTC)
I take the card from Ianto's hand and look at the details.

"Why didn't you come see me when this happened, straight away?" I ask.

Ianto shrugs, looking uncomfortable.

He mumbles something.

"Speak louder." I ask.

For half a minute I'm stunned by his words. So stunned, I can't remember his exact dialogue. I didn't expect him to come clean about his resentment about me disappearing, but he had been confused and unsure about approaching me. In a rush of words he explained everything he felt - his sadness about my absence, his discoveries of me kissing everything that had a pulse. It was not shame I saw written on his face, but confusion and dismay. He was totally confused about his feelings for me, and admitted in a small voice that I had been his first male lover.

"Ianto, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have left you like that - and given a second chance, I'd take you with me."

I lean across the table and take his hand, which is cold and clammy, and wrap my fingers around his.

"As for Billis, he's appeared to Owen too. Try to forget it. I'll take care of him if he shows up again."

I squeeze Ianto's hand gently.

"Why don't we start off on a clean slate? I'm not a player, and I have been faithful before - we just never got together as a couple. Give me a chance."
18th-Feb-2008 11:24 pm (UTC)
I try to smile. The sides of my mouth curl upward.

It's not as hard as I thought it was going to be. Just been a long time since I did it last.

I like the feel of Jack's fingers entwined with mine. His words slip through me like silk, touching every nerve. Setting me on fire. The way his fingers are rubbing mine, gently, testing the water.

Electricity between us. That same pulsing desire that I had for Lisa, only magnified tenfold.

My reserve is slipping, and it's been so long since I had him to myself. He was my last lover, of course. Although it had been playful before, without any commitment or ties. Just sex. Good sex. But, just sex.

Now, what is flowing between us seems much more than just sex. I don't know what to say, how to convey what it is, exactly, I'm feeling here.

I only know I want him. A primal instinct, gaining power with every second.

My eyes locked to his.
19th-Feb-2008 12:11 am (UTC)
I could watch Ianto forever. I love his reticent manner, even though he's practically screaming for me. His face is infused with heat, his body on fire.

I can feel the waves of desire crashing over my desk.

I release his hand gently and stand up, moving around the desk to his side. He's sitting down still, mouth slightly ajar, as I sit on top of the desk looking down at him with a smile.

Reaching forward, my hand weaves around his neck, drawing him forward. My forehead meets his.

We sit for a moment, forehead's touching, the moment bittersweet. After everything we've seen and done, these moments are the ones we remember. A moment of clarity, and love, and togetherness.

It doesn't last long though. My body is aching for him too, and leaning down further, my lips meet his.

A soft sigh escapes him, turning into a relieved moan. He tastes of coffee, warm and moist, fond memories returning to me of previous kisses we've shared.

Our lips move against each other softly. Savouring our first kiss in a long time, and then his tongue brushes my mouth.

And that's when I lose myself in him. My tongue pushing past his teeth and into the rich depths of warmth and familiarity. He moans into my mouth again, my tongue vibrating with the sudden sound.

Tracing his teeth with my tongue, I find his own tongue darting against mine eagerly. We duel for a moment, then I pull him up to a standing position in my arms. My mouth never leaves his, and now he's towering over me.

Still sitting on the desk, I wind my legs around his back and pull his groin to mine. He's hard, painfully hard, against his suit trousers. My hard on elicits another gasp from him as I grind us together. Separated by the material of our clothes, but feeling everything through the layers we kiss more desperately now.

He pushes me roughly down against the desk, papers spilling around me and two pens rolling onto the floor. His hands are shaking as he runs both his hands down my body, caressing me beneath my trousers, and then kissing me wantonly, desperately.

I let him lead, allowing him to leave my mouth and kiss my chin and then my throat. I missed this too. Ianto's sucking is legendary. Leaving small marks on my neck, he's looking down at me now - eyes trailing over my body, looking at the dishevelled clothes with a slight irritation.

Unhooking my belt, he opens my fly with a fluid motion that he's done many times before. I struggle out of my pants, letting them fall at my feet, and watching as he mouths my cock beneath my underwear. There's a damp patch where he's nuzzling at me, brushing his forehead against me, inhaling my smell with half-closed eyes and moaning my name.

"Jack. Oh God. Jack."

Then he's tearing off my underwear with animal passion, sucking me into him until I fill his mouth - and now it's me who's gasping. Calling out Ianto's name, swearing at the sudden ferocity of his need, shamelessly bucking at him from below - my ass grasped by his strong hands and pulling me closer to him.

I close my eyes and concentrate on the movement of my cock in Ianto's mouth. As I said before, a Master of Sucking, his tongue circles the head and tastes every inch of the shaft.

I feel him sobbing against me, and pull him up. His eyes are wild and wet with tears, his face flushed. I turn him around gently, spooning against him from behind, and lean him against the desk.

His hands splay out, knocking some unimportant desk items onto the floor. I unbuckle his belt, and pull down his pants and underwear together, feeling the soft down on his legs as I rub my face against the tickly hairs.

"Step out of your pants, Ianto." I order, and he obeys with a small sob of pleasure, each shaking foot lifting so I can push his clothes away. I stand, tracing his legs with my fingers, my hands cupping his ass gently.

"I want to see you, Jack." Ianto trembles, and I turn him around gently.

"Lie down." My voice is soft. Ianto follows the order, lying on his back, looking up at me with complete trust and devotion.

This is what I came back for. This is what I missed. The musty smell of sex, the soft longing in his eyes. To know he needed me as much as I needed him.
19th-Feb-2008 12:38 am (UTC)
I feel safe. Safe and loved.

This is shattering, my whole need for him - it's too much.

Taking each leg gently and reverently, he places both on his shoulders. He's smiling at me, a warm smile, and my heart's breaking with my love for him.

Reaching between us, Jack curls his hand around my length and starts an easy rythmn, which quickly builds until he's pumping hard against me. He wants me to cum hard and fast, and I'm past all decorum, hands flying to my face.

I'm bumping relentlessly against his desk, groaning in pleasure as the end nears, my hands reaching out wildly for something, anything, to grab hold of.

Nothing there but pens and papers being crushed in my grip. I'm held by Jack, and he's my anchor as a powerful surge rips through my whole frame. I shudder, the orgasm overtaking me for a moment, and Jack is holding me firmly. His body soaking up each shudder and whimper and moan.

I look at him, his eyes glazed with need. Watch him as he coats his own cock with my semen. Wet and glistening with my own seed, he stands proudly before me - his cock ready for me. "Are you ready, Ianto?"

Am I ready? I've been waiting months for this moment! I nod, not capable of making any noise more than a whimper.

When he pushes, I feel every nerve on fire again. Relaxing, I allow him inside. It's slow, and deliberate and delicious. Pushing into me until I'm filled, and he's panting above me. Face flushed beautifully.

Leaning over me, Jack starts to pump into me, his cock slapping my prostate purposefully as my cock jumps to attention against his persistant thrusts.

His desk shudders against the force of Jack fucking me, filling me. Time and time again he moves out roughly, only to thrust in fully. Each time I feel him coming closer to his own release, watch his face grimace with the effort, his cock pulses unbearably inside me.

He's close, I can tell. Mischeviously, I tighten my anal muscles around his quivering cock and feel him buck against me and groan as he starts to shake and tremble and come.

His breath is ragged, and he's watching me intently - chest heaving with the last wave of orgasm.

Collapsing on top of me, I feel his shallow breathing against my chest. I close my eyes.

No feeling in the world is better than this union, this act of love. Sticky and relaxed and spent, we stay there for a moment - our breathing the only sounds in the office.

Jack stands up, helping me to my feet. Shedding my shirt and tie in a lazy and contented way, he guides me to the manhole cover he calls home. I climb down into his small room, and get into the bed quickly. It's cold in the hub tonight, and I wait for the soft warmth of Jack spooning behind me.
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