Fic- Jack's Needs

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Title: Jack’s Needs

Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: Adult – spanking

Spoilers: Kiss Kiss Bang Bang
Summary: Ianto gives Jack what he needs.

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“Ianto,” Jack said quietly. He stood in front of Ianto with his hands in his pockets and his head bowed. “Spank me.”

Ianto blinked at him. “Pardon?”

Jack glanced up at him, meeting his eyes. “Please,” he whispered. “I need you to.”

“Why?” Ianto asked softly.

“I just need it. Please?”

Ianto licked his lips, feeling a little unsettled. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Jack took a step forward and reached out for Ianto’s hand. He held it firmly, his hands shaking a little.

“I need you to punish me. Please. It’s not hurt, it’s…it’s relief, it’s care…it’s…dealing with me. Please.”

Ianto pursed his lips and his expression became unreadable. Jack watched him, fear beginning to curl up in his tummy.

Ianto’s thumb stroked Jack’s hand. Then he reached around, briefly touched Jack’s left hip, then gave his bottom a hard smack through his trousers.

Jack let out a little whimper as he found himself pulled tight against Ianto’s body.

“Stop me if it’s too much,” Ianto whispered, his voice husky.

“Want you to decide,” Jack murmured.

Ianto nodded. “Okay.” He pulled back. “Right. Go down to your bedroom and make sure you’re calm and ready, okay?”

Jack’s eyes flicked up. “Do you want me to…get undressed?”

“Just take off your boots, your socks, your overshirt and your braces. I’ll deal with the rest.”

Jack nodded. “Yes, Sir,” he murmured. He looked into Ianto’s eyes and looked anxious.

Ianto gave him a reassuring smile and stroked his cheek. “I won’t be long. Just wait for me like a good boy.”

A reassured smile found its way onto Jack’s face, then he turned and went down the ladder into the hatch.

Ianto stayed in Jack’s office for a few minutes, making himself breathe. He could do this. Jack had done this for him so many times. When Ianto needed punishment, Jack gave it to him. Ianto could do it too. For Jack.

After about five minutes, Ianto braced himself and went down into the hatch after Jack.

Jack was sitting on the bed in his trousers and undershirt. His bare feet were placed neatly side by side on the floor and his hands were neatly folded in his lap. His head was bowed, gazing down at his hands. Beside him, Jack had placed the hairbrush, the wooden paddle and the slipper.

“Is that what you want me to use, Jack?” Ianto asked softly.

Jack glanced briefly up at him, then back down at his hands. “You decide.”

Ianto picked up the implements and pushed them further back on the bed. “We’ll see how we go.”

He slipped off his jacket and tie and pushed his sleeves up to his elbows. He was ready to get down to business.

Jack watched him, chewing his lip. Ianto sat down on the bed beside him. He reached out and ran a hand through Jack’s hair.

“You trust me?” he asked.

Jack swallowed. “Yeah. Completely.”

Ianto smiled. “Good boy.” His hand slipped down to the small of Jack’s back. “Come on. Over my lap, cariad.”

With Ianto exerting just a little pressure on the small of his back, Jack got himself over Ianto’s lap and let out a breath. Ianto supported him, held him gently and firmly. His solid, stern presence was exactly what Jack needed.

Ianto gave Jack a few seconds to get comfortable, then he raised his hand and brought it down hard on that firm ass.

Jack let out a muffled noise. Ianto didn’t pause. He raised his hand again and brought it down harder. Quickly, he fell into a rhythm, spanking Jack hard through his trousers.

Jack’s hands fisted on the bed and he breathed hard as Ianto spanked him. By the time Ianto paused, Jack was gasping into the mattress and his bottom was hot.

Ianto reached beneath him and undid his trousers. Jack made a noise like a whimper and Ianto eased his trousers down. He gave him several hard smacks through his tight navy underpants, then tugged them down too.

Jack’s bottom was pink and Ianto could see his handprints in it, just fading. He looked at Jack’s face.

Jack had his eyes shut and his fists were clenched up near his head. He pressed his forehead into the mattress, side-on and grunted into the sheets. Ianto knew he hadn’t had enough yet. He could feel it in the tense way he held his body.

Ianto raised his hand and resumed the spanking, making each smack as hard as he could with his hand.

Jack started to gasp, huffing hard into the mattress. Ianto brought his hand down over and over again on that firm behind, watching it turn from pink to a light red, his hand marks clearly evident on Jack’s skin.

Jack needed more. Ianto could see that. Ianto kept one hand on Jack’s warm bottom and reached behind him to where he’d thrown the implements. His hand settled on the wooden paddle and he thought about it. Jack had used the paddle on him only a few times. It was sort of more serious. It was one of the things Jack used to let Ianto know he really was in trouble.

Ianto’s hand drifted away from the paddle and found the hairbrush. Jack used that on him a lot, even just for fun. It was still a hard implement but not too hard.

He gripped the hairbrush tighter, then pulled it over to him. He rested it on Jack’s bottom and saw him jerk just a little as he felt it. But Jack didn’t protest. In fact, he seemed to relax into the hairbrush, like he knew it was about to give him just what he wanted.

Ianto raised it about as half as high as Jack normally did and brought it down hard on Jack’s light red bottom.

Jack let out a cry and Ianto watched the dark, round mark of the hairbrush appearing on Jack’s bottom. Ianto brought it down again and again, all over Jack’s bottom, making it go deep red all over.

Jack was moving his hips now and beginning to sob into the mattress. His bottom burned from the spanking, making him feel hot all over. He was only half hard. He didn’t get off on this like Ianto would but he needed it just the same.

Every spank with that hard hairbrush made Jack’s bottom all the more hot and tender. He found hot tears spilling down his cheeks and his entire body was out of control. He was completely under Ianto’s control.

Ianto laid four very hard smacks on Jack’s bottom with the hairbrush, then stopped.

Jack sobbed in the mattress and was barely aware of Ianto undressing him completely. Was there going to be more? He didn’t think he could take anymore.

Ianto got him, then himself, naked, then came close. “Hush, Jack,” he whispered, holding Jack close to him and tenderly stroking his throbbing bottom. “It’s all over now.”

“Ianto,” Jack gasped, pressing his face into Ianto’s fuzzy chest. “Ianto, I’m sorry,” he sobbed. “I’m sorry.”

Ianto pulled the covers over them and held Jack securely against him, a comforting hand remaining on his bottom.

“I don’t even know what you’re apologising for,” Ianto whispered.

Jack closed his eyes, pressing his face further into Ianto’s chest. “Can’t tell you.”

Ianto cupped Jack’s cheek and raised Jack’s head firmly so he had to look him in the eye.

“You need to tell me or I’ll have to give you the belt.” He smiled. “Come on, cariad,” he whispered. “You’ve had your punishment so you don’t need to be afraid of telling me what you did wrong.”

Jack’s eyes flickered down. “It’ll hurt you.”

“Tell me, Jack. Now,” Ianto’s voice was so firm that Jack flinched and he began to obey.

“I…kissed John.”

“I know. I saw that. He kissed you goodbye. Jack, that was weeks ago.”

“No…before…we snogged. It was before I asked you out properly but…and then, last week, he came back to see me and we kissed again. I didn’t…fuck him or anything but it was so close. I wanted to. But then…I’m with you and I shouldn’t want to.”

Ianto stroked his hair. “There’s nothing wrong with that. It’s part of who you are. Captain Flirt with Anything Jack Harkness.”

Jack smiled a little. “Yeah, but…I don’t…want to be like that all the time. Flirting is one thing but…I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to…be with anyone else, not now. I want you and…I want you to punish me when I want someone else because I want to stop that.”

Ianto stroked Jack’s cheek. “All right, if that’s what you want. But, listen, I decide how you get punished, or even if you get punished at all. Have you got that?” His voice was firm, almost dangerous.

Jack swallowed and nodded. “Yes, sir,” he whispered.

Ianto smiled. “Good boy.” He held Jack close and dropped a kiss on the top of his head. “Go to sleep now. You’ve had what you need. I’ll always give you what you need.”