wedabble (wedabble) wrote in jackxianto,

He has you. He knows it.--R--Jack/Ianto

He has you. He knows it.
Author: wedabble
Rating: Hard R
Pairing: Jack/Ianto-Torchwood
Timeline: Early Season 2
Summary: You’re almost scared to look at him. You know what will happen. Your heart will begin to race. Your cheeks will turn the color of the tie you’re currently wearing. He will smile because he knows what he’s doing to you. And within seconds you’ll either be bent over his desk or pushed against the nearby wall. He’ll invade you; every crevice and atom inside your body. You’re vulnerable. Helpless.
A/N: Lyrics taken from "ET" by Katy Perry

You're so hypnotizing
Could you be the devil?
Could you be an angel?

You set his cup of coffee in front of him on his desk. You stand there waiting, even if just for a few seconds. Waiting for what you aren’t sure. But with him you’re always waiting. Waiting for a look. A touch. Anything. You’re addicted to him. Caught up in this cosmic attraction; obsession. The need to have him. It overwhelms you. Invades you.

He doesn’t look up and when you finally turn your foot to begin to walk away you feel his fingers gently brush your wrist.

And whatever dignity you had left suddenly disappears.

He has you. He knows it.

Your touch magnetizing
Feels like I am floating
Leaves my body glowing

You’re almost scared to look at him. You know what will happen. Your heart will begin to race. Your cheeks will turn the color of the tie you’re currently wearing. He will smile because he knows what he’s doing to you. And within seconds you’ll either be bent over his desk or pushed against the nearby wall. He’ll invade you; every crevice and atom inside your body.

You’re vulnerable. Helpless.

But your eyes float from his fingers wrapped around your wrist, up his arm and neck to finally his eyes. They are soft and for a second you think maybe, just maybe he’s going to tell you something. Anything. About how he feels. About his life. About anything. You ache for anything.

But he says nothing. He just tugs on your wrist until you bend over across his desk and meet his lips with yours.

You’re helpless.

He has you. He knows it.

And it’s infuriating.

They say, be afraid
You're not like the others
Futuristic lover

You know what they all say. How he’s just using you. Treating you like another fool who falls in love with him. You want to scream at them that they don’t know what they’re talking about. That their whispers and looks mean nothing because they don’t know him like you do. They don’t know the nights spent in his room as he shows a side to you you want to believe no one else has ever seen. That you laugh together. Share dreams. Share your lives.

But you’d be lying. Because those things don’t happen. Sure you share a bed with him, but that’s as far as it goes. As far as he allows it to go. He’s lived a thousand lifetimes. And you know nothing about any of them. You barely know about the one he is living now.

Different DNA
They don't understand you

You want to ask about the doctor. About what he does. How he does it. And what he did to cause Jack to be able to live a thousand lifetimes and now you’ll be forced to live without him. Cause you know it’s inevitable. One day he’ll be gone and you’ll be all alone. One day you will die and he will move on without you. Never looking back. Never thinking twice.

You're from a whole 'nother world
A different dimension

Sometimes you want to tell him how unfair this all is to you. How he gets to be the one in control. How he gets to navigate you; your feelings. Your life. He gets to be the one who walks away. Who disappears; because he will. One day. One day he’ll be gone again. Once, while lying in the darkness after he’d consumed every part of you, you almost asked him. Asked him to take you with him when he went. No matter when and where it was. On a spaceship. In a rift. You didn’t care. Because the very thought of living with out him makes you sick to your stomach.

He has you. He knows it.

And it’s infuriating.

But he’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.

You open my eyes
And I'm ready to go
Lead me into the light

The kiss is subtle. Just enough to keep you coming back. He’s mastered that.

You right yourself and adjust your tie, clearing your throat. He smirks at you. He has you. And he knows it.

It’s infuriating.

But so fucking beautiful.

“Will there be anything else, sir?”

He cocks his head and leans back in his chair. He folds his hands across his lap, resting them perfectly against the mound of pure man he has in his slacks. You swallow, unable to tear your eyes away.

He has you. He knows it.

It’s infuriating.

But he’s so fucking beautiful.

“For now.”

You're so supersonic
Wanna feel your powers
Stun me with your lasers

When you get back to the coffee station you lean against the counter to catch your breath. Keeping that calm around him is exhausting. It takes all the will power you have not to straddle his lap and devour every inch of him. You touch the front of your pants and will your erection away. But you know it’s permanent. You’ll have it all day now. Just from that one fucking kiss.

Your kiss is cosmic
Every move is magic

“Is there coffee?”

You jump a mile in the air and stare wide eyed at Owen. He cranes an eye brow at you as he reaches for the fresh pot of coffee, his other hand wrapped around his mug.

“You okay, Ianto?”

You clear your throat. “Yes. Fine. Thank you.”

Owen takes a sip of his coffee but continues to eye you over the brim. “You need a good shagging.”

He doesn’t know the half of it.

Take me, take me
Wanna be a victim
Ready for abduction

He finds you later on in archives. You’re doing some research, as per Gwen’s request. You don’t know how long he’d been standing there. But you turn and there he is, arms folded, leaning against the door frame. His head is titled; a peaceful look upon his face.


“You’ve been down here a while.”

You had. You’d been avoiding him.


“Everyone is gone now.”

You knew this. You’d just been waiting. You’re always waiting for him.

You nod. “Sir.”

“You can stop with the Sir, Ianto. Everyone is gone.”

You turn, body stiff. “I don’t call you Sir because people are around or might hear. I call you Sir because of who you are.”

“And who am I, Ianto Jones?”

Boy, you're an alien
Your touch so foreign
It's supernatural

There are so many ways you could answer this. You could be sentimental. You could tell him he’s everything to you. You could be factual. You could tell him he’s for all intents and purposes an alien. The thing Torchwood hunts. But you don’t hunt him.

But instead, you’re practical.

“You’re Captain Jack Harkness, Sir.”

He steps toward you, hands in his pockets. He’s so beautiful it hurts to look at him.

“How about I just be Jack when everyone goes home?”

When everyone goes home. Of course. Because around everyone else, you’re nobody to him. There have been times, few times, when he showed some sort of affection toward you. But you honestly think that was just him claiming his stake. Letting everyone know who you belong to. Like a dog pissing on your leg.

But what are you going to do? Argue? Never.

He has you. He knows it.

It’s infuriating.

Fuck he’s beautiful.


Kiss me, kiss me
Infect me with your love and
Fill me with your poison

He takes the file from your hand and lays it on the table. You feel your heart begin to race. His traces his fingers lightly up your sleeved arm.

“I love this suit on you.”

You know this. That’s why you wore it. Why you always wear it.

You feel your eyes slide shut.

He has you. He knows it.

It’s infuriating.

He feels so fucking good.

His mouth is hot and wet against yours. You open willingly, like an abused puppy coming back for more.

You whimper and his hand slides down to caress the erection you’d had since this morning. He cups it and you jump a little.

“Shhh. Relax. I told you everyone is gone.”

You pull back and stare into his eyes. You can’t control it. It just comes out.

“I wouldn’t care if they were here.”

I wanna walk on your wave length
And be there when you vibrate
For you I'll risk it all

He raises an eye brow at you. You hold your ground.

“Is that so?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He smirks and spins you around roughly, throwing you down onto the cherry wood table. You grunt; the edge of the desk jutting into your lower back.

He rips your shirt open, buttons flying everywhere. You hear the ‘ping’ as each one hits the floor. He looks down at you.

He has you. He knows it.

It’s infuriating.

Look how beautiful he is.

“I’ll remember that next time you’re making coffee. Maybe I’ll just come up behind you and touch you.” He licks a long line up your neck. “Grab you. Make you make noises you only save for me in the darkness.”

You’re about to explode. He knows it.

“It’s all I ask for, Jack. It’s all I ask for.”

This is transcendental
On another level
Boy, you're my lucky star

You want to believe he loves you. That this is something different than anything he’s ever experienced. That one day he’ll take you with him. That for as long as you’re on this earth he’ll be with you.

Because being with him is more than just physical. It’s on a cosmic level. For who he is and what be gives you.

The feeling that comes over you when he’s near. Like he’s giving off something your unable to explain.

He makes you someone different. Someone confident. Someone who could be with someone like him.

Someone worthy.

He has you. He knows it.

And it’s beautiful.
Tags: fanfic, fanfic:r

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