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Title: Let Me Kill You Sweetheart
Author:
blackbird_song
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Angst, romance, hurt/comfort
Status: Complete
Length: ~9000 words
Summary: Ianto gets a case of 'flu that forces him to explore the way that he interacts with life, all very much against his will.
Commentary: Oh, alien viruses, how strange can you get? The short answer is "very". The long answer... takes over 9,000 words to accurate describe.
This story is largely about Ianto's struggle to deal with the effects of the virus, but through his befuddled eyes we also get the story of Jack dealing with a virus which inevitably ends in tears.
Excerpt: The heat of Jack's hands steadying him on the way down burnt through the iron filings of his shirt, making him feel like a sex-crazed piece of ore in the smelting pot. He didn't realize that he was whimpering until he felt Jack's perfect, soft lips against his cheek.
"I'm so sorry," said Jack, his voice filled with gentleness and concern and oh, so beautiful against Ianto's skin.
"Not your fault," groaned Ianto, pressing his cheek to Jack's perfect, smooth face.
"Let's get you out of those clothes," said Jack, and for the first time since the aftermath of Brynblaidd, there wasn't a trace of lust in his voice at the suggestion.
Author:
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Rating: NC-17
Genre: Angst, romance, hurt/comfort
Status: Complete
Length: ~9000 words
Summary: Ianto gets a case of 'flu that forces him to explore the way that he interacts with life, all very much against his will.
Commentary: Oh, alien viruses, how strange can you get? The short answer is "very". The long answer... takes over 9,000 words to accurate describe.
This story is largely about Ianto's struggle to deal with the effects of the virus, but through his befuddled eyes we also get the story of Jack dealing with a virus which inevitably ends in tears.
Excerpt: The heat of Jack's hands steadying him on the way down burnt through the iron filings of his shirt, making him feel like a sex-crazed piece of ore in the smelting pot. He didn't realize that he was whimpering until he felt Jack's perfect, soft lips against his cheek.
"I'm so sorry," said Jack, his voice filled with gentleness and concern and oh, so beautiful against Ianto's skin.
"Not your fault," groaned Ianto, pressing his cheek to Jack's perfect, smooth face.
"Let's get you out of those clothes," said Jack, and for the first time since the aftermath of Brynblaidd, there wasn't a trace of lust in his voice at the suggestion.