Rec: Senses: #5 Sight by cyberamanda

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Title: Senses: #5 Sight
Author: cyberamanda
Genre: PWP, Mission fic
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Jack and Ianto go on undercover field work to an S&M club.
Status: Complete
Length: Oneshot, ~6000 words
Warnings: Smut, S&M
Comment or Excerpt from fic: This fic is hot like whoa, seriously. So Ianto goes on an undercover field work mission with Jack. Problem? Jack comes back from traveling to the doctor, hoping to continue his relationship with Ianto, and instead finds Ianto in a relationship with someone else. *_* So yea, the UST in the beginning of the fic is whoa, and then when they get to the club? omfg *drools* Loved it, especially because Ianto doesn't want anything to do with Jack like before while Jack obviously wants. The author is also working on a sequel which has been posted on their journal, but it only has one chapter. :(
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After they had parked, Jack took off his seatbelt and turned towards Ianto. “Once we get in there you have to do exactly as I say, whether it’s to get me a drink or sit at my feet. Don’t question anything I ask and don’t speak unless you’re spoken to first. It’s what is expected and if you don’t they’ll know we don’t belong there.” Ianto nodded as Jack continued. “As far as everyone else is concerned, you are my property and no one will touch you without asking my permission.” Ianto was alarmed at hearing that, which Jack had clearly anticipated. “Which I will not give,” he added to reassure him, then gave a wry smile. “You know I hate the thought of anyone else touching you.” 

 

That he did. Jack hadn’t let him forget since returning to Torchwood and discovering that he had started a relationship with a gorgeous, attentive, down-to-earth surgeon. Jack had expected them to carry on where they’d left off, but Ianto was stubborn and refused to allow Jack to overwhelm his good sense once again. The fact that Jack had managed to have sex with another man within twenty four hours of his return simply reinforced that view. Ianto needed the stability, normality and monogamy that Alex represented; however much he might want Jack. Ianto looked up at him seriously.

 

“Oh, and call me Sir,” Jack said lightly, as he reached out and attached a lead to the D ring of the collar. “That part at least should come naturally.” Jack cupped his cheek and ran a thumb across his cheekbone before reaching back to grab his jacket and exiting the car.