Fic- Embrace

[branwen_blaidd]

Title: Embrace

Pairing: Jack/Ianto

Rating: Adult – disciplinary spanking.
Spoilers: Nothing major

Summary: Ianto needs a bit of attention.

Disclaimers: I own nothing.

Notes: Comments please!

 

 

Jack had noticed that Ianto had been rather edgy all day. He kept chewing his lip and wriggling in his seat. Jack asked several times what was wrong but Ianto wouldn’t answer.

It was evening and they’d gone back to Ianto’s place and had dinner. Now, Ianto was making the coffee and Jack was picking out a film for them to watch together.

Jack whistled as he searched for a film to watch. It had been a good, relaxing day. It wasn’t often that they finished early enough to spend the evening together. It was something Jack treasured. Jack grinned. He’d found the perfect film; Ianto’s favourite.

“Oh, Jones, Ianto Jones!” Jack called, swinging the DVD in his hand as he walked through to the kitchen.

Ianto started as Jack appeared in the kitchen.

Jack grinned at him. “James Bond?”

Ianto flushed bright red. “What? What are y…you talking about J…James B…Bond for?”

Jack held the DVD up. “The film. Octopussy. Your favourite, right?”

“Oh! Yeah.” Ianto was fumbling with the wooden tray for the coffee and biscuits. He dropped it with a clatter on his laminate floor.

“Careful,” Jack admonished, leaning down to pick it up for him. He set it on the counter and put the cafetière and the coffee mugs on the tray for him.

“What’s up with you tonight? You’re so jumpy.”

Ianto’s hand rested on the handle of the cabinet drawer beside him. “Erm, nothing’s up. Nothing at all.”

Jack put his hand on Ianto’s arm. “Then why are you trembling?”

Ianto pulled away. “I’m not. I’m not trembling at all.” He chewed his lip and wriggled.

“Come on, Ianto,” said Jack, a firm but gentle tone to his voice. “What’s going on?”

Ianto squirmed. “You’ll be cross with me.”

“Just tell me,” said Jack, gently.

Ianto bit his lip and slid open the drawer he was holding onto. Jack looked into it and saw a James Bond mug still in it’s box.

He looked up at Ianto, baffled. “What’s the problem?”

Ianto started down at the floor. “I robbed it.”

Jack sighed impatiently. “You stole it.”

“Uh huh.”

“Ianto, you…you…” Jack was lost for words. “You…”

“What?”

“You kleptomaniac.”

Ianto snorted and tried not to start giggling. “Sorry.”

Jack held up a finger. “It’s not funny, young man.”

Ianto flushed and shifted his feet. “Sorry.”

Jack sighed. “I don’t know what I’m going to do with you.”

Ianto just wriggled.

Jack sighed. “Right. Bed.”

Ianto’s mouth fell open. “What?”

“I think you’ve had enough of James Bond for the moment, young man and I am not going to spend the evening indulging you when you’ve behaved like this.”

“But…you’re not going to punish me?”

“Not right now I’m not. I’m far too cross. Go to bed, right now.”

Ianto opened and closed his mouth several times, then turned and ran for his bedroom. Jack heard him racing up the stairs and slamming the door behind him.

Jack sighed and picked up the James Bond mug. He didn’t know what do to. He knew Ianto wasn’t a kleptomaniac. He was just after a bit of attention and reassurance and it was Jack’s job to sort him out.

But not yet. Ianto could stew for a little while. It would be good for him. Jack put the mug away and poured his coffee. He sat at Ianto’s kitchen table and sipped his coffee slowly. He was going to calm down completely, then he was going to sort Ianto out.

Half an hour later, Jack walked slowly up the stairs and into Ianto’s bedroom. Ianto was a sniffling bump under the covers.

“Come on out of there,” said Jack.

Ianto emerged slowly. He wasn’t crying, just sniffling and his hair was sticking up. He’d changed into his pyjamas and he looked so young and adorable that Jack just wanted to cuddle him. But they had something to deal with first.

Ianto sat up, sniffing deliberately. Jack reached out and cupped the back of his head.

“Now, what’s all this about, hmm?”

Ianto shrugged. “Dunno.”

“You know you’re going to have to take it back?”

Ianto wiped his nose. “Yes.”

“And you know that you’re in trouble?”

Ianto whimpered and looked down at his lap. “Yeah.”

Jack sighed. “All right, come over here.”

Ianto jerked backwards. “Uh…I don’t want to.”

Jack gave him a look. “Ianto, you know this is what you need.”

Ianto squirmed. “Yeah, but…””

“And this is exactly what you’ve been asking me for, in your own special way.”

Ianto flushed. “I’m sorry.”

Jack reached out and took hold of Ianto gently by the wrist. “Come on. Over here.”

Ianto shook his head and tried to pull away. “No, I’m sorry. Please…”

Jack’s grip remained gentle but became firm enough to stop Ianto pulling away. He gave Ianto a stern look. “You need to be spanked, Ianto, don’t you?”

Ianto wriggled. “Yeah.”

“Come here then.”

Jack gave Ianto a little tug right over his knee. Ianto wriggled but couldn’t stop Jack from pulling him over his knee. Jack put a firm hand on Ianto’s back as he lay face down on his lap.

“You know you need me to do this,” Jack said.

Ianto wriggled a little and whimpered. Jack patted his back then gently tugged down Ianto’s pyjama pants and his underwear. He patted his bottom tenderly. Ianto had stopped wriggling so much but squirmed a little in anticipation.

Jack raised his hand and brought it down sharply on Ianto’s bottom. Ianto started fussing, wriggling and whimpering as Jack spanked him. Jack didn’t lecture, just held him firmly and spanked him sharply.

Ianto stopped struggling, resigning himself to the spanking he knew he needed. Jack dealt out justice calmly and firmly, not letting Ianto escape a single spank. Ianto’s bottom started to turn a dark pink and his hands clenched themselves against Jack’s thigh.

Jack felt Ianto give himself up to the spanking and he knew that not much more was needed. He kept one hand on Ianto’s lower back as he delivered the final sharp smacks, then he stopped. He left his large hand on Ianto’s bottom and spoke firmly to him.

“Tomorrow, you will take the mug back. You will not do this again, Ianto. It was very naughty and you know it was.”

“Yeah,” sniffled Ianto. “I’m sorry.”

Jack sat Ianto up and pulled him close for a cuddle. “If you do this again, be sure you won’t get away with just a smacked bottom. All right?”

Ianto nodded. “Yeah. I know.”

Jack kissed Ianto tenderly on the forehead, then pulled back. “Right, into bed with you.”

Ianto climbed into bed. Jack tucked him in and fussed a little with the covers. Ianto was watching him.

“You go to sleep now,” said Jack. “I’ll come to bed later.”

Ianto nodded. He yawned, then snuggled down in bed, keeping his eyes on Jack. Jack could see adoration in those pale blue eyes.

Ianto’s eyes slowly drifted closed and a content smile spread across his face as he fell asleep.

“Thank you,” he whispered and then he was asleep and breathing slowly and deeply.

Jack leaned in and kissed Ianto one final time. “You’re welcome, my boy,” he murmured, before getting up, switching out the light and heading back to the front room. He’d give it half an hour, then he’d return and wrap Ianto in his warm embrace all night long.

 

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In the morning, Jack woke slowly and realised he was snuggled close with Ianto. He turned his head and kissed Ianto’s brow. Ianto moved against him, breathing slowly and contentedly.

“Good morning, James Bond,” whispered Jack.

Ianto blushed and pulled back. “Morning.”

Jack grinned. “You feeling better this morning?”

Ianto nodded, then bit his lip. “Jack…”

“Hush,” murmured Jack. “You don’t have to say anything. I know.”

Ianto smiled and let out a relieved breath. Then he shifted and Jack could sense the change in mood. Ianto was all adult again. He got out of bed, reached for Jack’s hand and tugged him out too.

“Come on. Shower. We’ve got a busy day today. We need be at work early.”

“I know!” said Jack as he was pulled towards the bathroom and bundled into the shower.

He grinned as Ianto held him close under the warm spray. Ianto was in charge now and it was Jack’s turn to be looked after for a while. It was Jack’s turn for some loving attention and for his own warm embrace.