Janto Oneshots [smut]

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"I didn't let her into the building, that's for sure."
"She's Gwen, Ianto, she can get past a door."
"Fuck's sake..."
"Put some clothes on, I'll talk to her."
"Yes, doing that, thank you. Can I have that back now?"
"Not a chance."
"Bitch."
"Slut."
"Slag."
"Whore."

Gwen listened to this conversation from Ianto's kitchen, rolling her eyes as they continued insulting eachother. She was actually quite impressed with how many synonyms they could come up with. Despite everything, though, she'd heard them bicker before; they enjoyed banter, apparently.

As much as she hated to intrude (for her sake, even more than their's) there were more important things to be dealing with, and honestly, she could use Jack to seep into any military base. She'd be needing to, with the way this investigation was headed. Jack was always better at interrogation anyway.

Speak of the devil. Jack emerged pocketing... Something. Honestly, it could've been anything, knowing them. She didn't want to know.

"What brings you here, Mrs Cooper? Husband not cutting it for you?" Jack smirked at her, keeping a hand in his pocket. She just glared at him. "Actually, I could use your help. This investigation I'm doing has something to do with this military officer. You're better at interrogations, figured you'd be useful getting us in."
"Military officer, huh? Okay. You could've called me, but okay."
"Your phone's off." Gwen reminded him, Jack frowned for a second, then seemed to recall something, nodding.

For a brief moment, Gwen was expecting Jack to provide some kind of explaination, but he just shrugged. "You wanna head down there now, ooor...?" Jack trailed off, ordering an answer. Gwen took a quick glance over his shoulder, then shook her head, "Finish whatever you were just doing. I'll wait in the car, but hurry up."

"Jack you fucking-- WILL YOU STOP?!" Ianto yelled at him from the room behind him. Gwen was completely lost, but Jack seemed perfectly caught up with what was going on, snickering. "What are you doing?" That question could lead to a lot of unwanted answers, of course, and typically curiousity did at least disturb the cat. It was done now, no turning back. "Oohh, just-" there was a small pause in Jack's words where his facial expression seemed to change- "Ianto, put it down."
"Make me."

Yeah, she really didn't want to know. Jack gave her a quick shrug before immediately turning around. Gwen made a beeline for the exit, not willing herself to find out what was going on.

-

"Quit it." Jack practically snarled at Ianto as he stepped back into the room. With a smile, Ianto held the remote out so Jack could see it. "If you can't take it, don't give it." He slowly intensified the settings on the remote, Jack groaned in response. "..A--Alright, sorry.. Fuck..." Ianto held still a second longer, then slowly let Jack off. "Good. Now give it to me."

Jack switched expressions immediately, holding the other device up in a similar way to Ianto. "I will. When you beg me for it." With a smile, Jack instantly pushed it onto it's highest setting, watching Ianto curl over a little, stifling the noises trying to break past. "J-Jack..."
"Yeah?"
"...Fuck... You..." Ianto groaned, shivering a little before mimicking Jack's controls but to a lesser amount, earning a short whimper out of him.

Unfortunately, Jack learnt how to walk under the cruel power of pleasure, accompanying this skill with an absolutely devilish grin. "Oh Ianto you tease..." He stepped back towards him slowly, "..Go on. Harder~" Even though he spoke as though he was in control, his breathing was getting uneven, his eyes kept fighting to stay open rather than roll back. Still, Jack provoked Ianto in waves, attacking him in pulses of intense to less intense. At first, Jack kept the pulses drawn out; more lows than highs, fairly reasonable pauses. Then he sped up.