kollo_rpg | Autumn Six | Action

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Autumn Six | Action | Closed to Spike

[Ianto will be the first to admit that the outdoors aren’t exactly his thing. He’s spent most of his time here in the more inhabited areas, occasionally venturing to the beach but rarely further. So he’s frankly feeling rather proud of himself today for his decision to actually do some hiking, and equally glad that he’s convinced Spike to come along. And if it leads to a chance to investigate the lake after his strange encounter there the other day, well, that’s just an added bonus.

He glances around their cabin one last time before shouldering the backpack that contains as much of a picnic as can be had when half the people involved only drink blood. At least that means it isn’t heavy.]

Right. Shall we?

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There's another thing that may be easier after the turning is done. Same needs, same weaknesses, less planning around who can go in daylight and who can't see in the dark.

Also, holding hands are fucking excellent. He's all for holding hands.

"I knew there was something fishy going on here." Something he's mostly excited for. It's been boring, lately. "You know what he was?"

Is it weird that he’s looking forward to being a vampire? Not the undead killer part but all the rest of it. It’s even more than the idea of forever, is simple things like being able to see in the dark together or even sharing a aversion to crosses and garlic or a lack of invitations applying to both of them. They’re all things he’s learned to take into account until he doesn’t even think of them anymore but it would be nice to experience them together, to no longer be on separate sides of an issue.

“It was a bit quiet here I’ll agree.” Alright maybe he didn’t suspect anything fishy but it’s kind of nice to find that there is something to investigate and hold hands while they do. “He called him self the Brook. Does that mean anything to you?”

It's a pretty big commitment. Bigger than marriage - as holy as that union is, it still ends in death. This is forever, potentially, preferably and considering the kind of lifestyle they've had recently chances are they'll make it through a few centuries incident free.

"The Brook..." He takes a moment to mull that over, eyes narrowing in thought. "Never ran into one, but I think I've heard of him before. In Germany - never was this far up north myself. Mischievous fellow."

They already did the marriage thing - well the engagement part of it. Sort of. Personally he prefers this.

He nods thoughtfully as they make their way from the comfortable civilization of the cabins and into the woods that lead towards the lake. “I got that impression as well. He struck me as the sort of thing you have to watch what you say around, like one of those fairy tales where you don’t want to strike a bargain.”

"Sounds like it. That's good advice for more than these fellows, though. You best be careful if someone tries to strike a deal."

Always the teacher of the supernatural, there's a chance Spike won't ever stop giving Ianto little helpful tips and tricks in how to navigate the supernatural world. He's taken a lot of stupid risks in his long life, and he has no interest in watching Ianto take them again.

“Yes, I rather got the impression he wasn’t someone to trifle with. What do you think he wanted?” He’s fine with the protective attitude and the lectures. They both know he finds it both interesting and endearing. Spike’s always been his protector, and frankly he’s the only one who can get away with it. Even Jack grates on his nerves a bit when he tries to hard to keep him safe.

The biggest difference between Spike and Jack seems to be that Jack protects, whereas Spike teaches how to protect yourself - he didn't with Dru, she was crueller than he could ever be and once she got sick there wasn't much choice. This is different though and even back in Marina when they first started spending some real time together, Spike was appalled at how little self defence anyone had actually bothered to teach Ianto.

You're never a damsel in distress if you learn how to fight back.

"Who knows? Depends on what he's trying to do." Names are usually good, or servitude, or first-born, or- "Maybe your immortal soul is a hotter commodity than you think."

He’s certainly had plenty of opportunities to learn to take care of himself over the years. They don’t actively seek out trouble but it does tend to find them from time to time and he’s much more capable than he was when they first met. Spike has made sure of that. He’s not quite the damsel in distress he once was but he’s also smart enough and trusts him enough to let Spike do as much protecting as he needs to. He’ll probably always be the more capable one even once Ianto can match him in terms of strength and speed. Plus they both know he likes a bit of action now and then.

“And here I thought you were the only one who finds my soul hot,” One of those teasing, flirtatious little smiles he’s so good at as he tucks himself a bit closer against him while they walk. He can see the glitter of the lake through the trees up ahead of them. “I tried to give him as little leverage over myself as a could. Hopefully if he was truly dangerous they would have told us about t when we arrived.”

Chances are they'll never be entirely out of trouble, unless they isolate themselves from the rest of society completely. Being a vampire attracts trouble, that's just part of the deal.

Spike relinquishes the hold on Ianto's hand in favour for sliding an arm around his waist, tucking him in close as they start to get closer to the lake. Last time they were here together it was still summer and the island was new and exciting. This feels different. Heavier.

"Only as long as it stays in your body." Hot isn't the right word for it. Beautiful is more like it, a sentiment he's not going to voice. "Are you sure they would've told us? Or are they more interested in us believing in the advertisement?"

It does feel different. Maybe it’s the turn of the seasons, or the fact that they’ve stayed long enough for seasons to change at all. They’re putting of the inevitable here no matter how hard they try to pretend otherwise. It may be peaceful and boring but everything changes when they leave this place. He comes to a halt by the side of the lake, leaning against Spike, taking comfort in that contact and pretending having a mystery to solve dismisses all other concerns from his mind.

“Not sure. I haven’t gotten any sort of impression that there’s something sinister going on here. Surely as long as we’ve been in this place they’ve had tried something by now. We could always try asking the Brook, sewing if he’ll show his face again. Of course, he didn’t last time we were here.” A sly look that makes it clear the creature knew about that little visit, too.

Eventually they need to leave. There's no way around that, unless they settle down on this little spit of land for the rest of eternity and honestly, that sounds worse than meeting a definite end in the ruins of Sunnydale. No, they have to go, at some point. Just need to work up the courage to take that step.

He gives Ianto a look at that revelation, horrified but not that surprised. It's not that he's shy about their activities but for fuck sake, is a little bit of privacy so much to ask for? In the woods? In some other creature's lake? Really.

"You sure you want to chat him up again? Keep this up and he'll really take a liking to you."

Eventually they’ll leave. They’d both go mad staying here too long. But for right now a bit of vacation doesn’t hurt. In fact it’s been rather nice, someplace quiet for once, just the two of them. Even with Jack in the mix it still feels like just them most of the time and he likes that.

The look gets a little laugh and a shrug. “You know me. I’m apparently quite irresistible to supernatural creatures.” A look that suggests he’s enjoying exploring but not at all adverse to testing how likely it is to get caught in the woods a second time. For science and research purposes and all that.

Well, if they're trying to catch a water nymph then what better bait to set than sex? He catches that look, as he always does, returning it with a gentle roll of his eyes.

"Oh, I know. I've been busy getting them off you for the past five years."

Not that Ianto has been that much of a trouble magnet, but they do stick out in some places. A vampire and a mortal, in an actual relationship full of romance? Unheard of. Downright obscene.

What better bait indeed? He turns away from the lake so he can loop his arms more comfortably around his waist, pulling him closer as he replies playfully,

“You know how hard it is for me to keep out of trouble. Thank goodness I have you to protect me or anything could have happened to me by now. Who knows what they might have done to me?”

They do stick out, it’s true. And let’s face it, when it comes to trouble magnet that’s a label they can both share equally.

"I'm starting to think you like being in trouble."

He steps in close, hands on Ianto's hips, head tilted to go in for a kiss but holding back for just a moment more, lingering so tantalisingly close.

"That it gets you off."

“Whatever could possibly give you that impression?”

Even if they didn’t both know how true that statement was the growing hardness where he’s pressed close against Spike’s thigh would more than give it away. He doesn’t close that distance just yet, knowing he’s close enough for Spike to feel the warmth of his skin, the hot rush of his breath.

"Hmn, I don't know. The past five years were a pretty good indication."

He's come to terms with Ianto's desire to turn, understands and even agrees with the logic that fuels it, but damn if he isn't going to miss moments like these. The warmth of a living body so close to him is beyond arousing, but just as much a metaphor for where his life has taken him. It's not the consuming fire of Drusilla, destroying everything in its path, not anything close to his never-to-be memories of Buffy who stoked and sparked the fire in his own soul until it drove him insane. No, this is warmth and security. This is home.

Home, and really sexy. He leans in a fraction closer, basking in the sensation of Ianto's breath on his skin, the intimacy they've built up.

“Shall I try breaking the habit for the next five?”

He’ll miss it, too. It’s the reason he’s dragging his heels in this place, holding onto that life and heat for Spike’s sake as much as his own. They both love it too much to let go of it easily. Jack’s return has been intense and electric and brought all the excitement it always does but in a way it’s just made him feel closer to Spike by comparison. What he has with Jack is all adrenalin and drama - it always has been with the two of them, he’s not sure they really have any other setting. It’s good and it works but this, what he has right now in his arms, he can only describe in the same way as Spike. Home.

Then again they’re on the same page about home and sexy. He twitches his hips forward, pressing harder against him, shivering with pleasure as his growing arousal runs against him while still keeping his lips tantalizingly close waiting to see which of them will give in first.

"Don't you dare."

He breaks in that moment, closing the short distance between them in a heated, desperate kiss. You can only tease him for so long before he gives in and Ianto's always been particularly good at pushing his boundaries to the limit. His hands find Ianto's hips, his back, pulling him in as close as he can.

They have many strengths as a couple. Self-control has never been one of them. He surges up against him, hands finding his chest, pressing into that kiss hungrily. All this talk of danger and trouble and he’s more than in the mood to play along with the idea, letting Spike be the one to take control with those hands while he eagerly presses closer, lake and it’s inhabitant utterly forgotten.

Sometimes he wonders how this dynamic will change when Ianto isn't quite so powerless. Even if everything goes perfectly, he'll still have a demon inside him and that can make all the difference. Maybe Spike won't be so obvious a choice for the protector, the aggressor as he is these days.

Never mind that. The only thing that matters is the moment, and right now he wants nothing more than to push Ianto up against a convenient tree and ravish him - so he does just that.

Of course it’s something he thinks about, the fact that some sort of change is inevitable no matter how hard he might try to remain himself. If he’s honest it scares him. Terrifies him, even. They’ve probably talked about it, but in a vague, uncertain sense. Up until now it’s always been something in the future it’s become real lately. He wants it, but what scares him most isn’t the danger involved. It’s the possibility of losing what they have, or of things changing until they drift apart. A tiny, uncertain part of himself that he hates and tries his best to ignore wonders if the way Spike feels about him will change once that soft, warm, vulnerable human element is removed.

Until then though he’s going to enjoy every moment they have together, fully giving in to the fantasy and letting Spike take complete control. He hooks a leg around his thigh as he’s backed up against the tree, hands reaching down between them to undo zippers and buttons and start getting both their jeans open so he can move this along. He tilts his head to the side as he continues kissing him, exposing his neck and practically begging the vampire to take advantage of it.

While that might happen, it's unlikely. Spike fell in love with him despite him being human - it wasn't until later that he started to adore the soft, warm qualities of the living but none of that is what makes Ianto who he is. It may inform his actions, shape his morals, but it's not as big a part of him as people may think. Hell, Spike was often accused of being lousy with humanity and he wasn't nearly as empathetic when he was alive as Ianto is now.

Ianto's always been good at getting the show on the road and so Spike is more than happy to leave him to it, instead focusing on something he will miss once the turning is done. It's a dangerous temptation and maybe that's what he likes about it — every time he can lean in close to Ianto's neck and press his blunt teeth against his pulse is a victory, proof that he's in control of himself.

He bites down with a low guttural growl, hard but not quite hard enough to break the skin. It's a practiced movement, one they've perfected over the past five and then some years.

They both fell in love despite what the other is. The vampire aspect of Spike was the first thing he ever saw in him, and the rest came much later. He’s always loved the whole of him, though. He always will.

Those teeth on his throat will never fail to be a turn on. Even when he becomes a vampire himself it’s a move that’s going to do it for him. His cock jumps as Spike clamps down on his neck with enough force to bruise and he moans greedily, hand wrapping around them both where he has their jeans undone and beginning to stroke eagerly.

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