Author's Notes: All in all, this is going to be based on the seven deadly sins and then on the seven heavenly virtues (which means fourteen chapters in total) and it'll be focused mainly on Jack and Ianto. It takes place into my usual Time Lord!Ianto universe (perhaps in the same as As Certain Dark Things Are To Be Loved but totally independent for it) so expect that too at some point. Those will be mostly drabbles (which for me means ~1000-1500 words a chapter). The title is from The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot.

This one is based mostly on interviews where Gareth David Lloyd said that Ianto knots his tie in a half-Windsor but ties Jack up with a Windsor and also that when, in Adrift Jack kept calling Ianto while he talked with Gwen it was because he'd tied him up and left him there.

Anyway. Enjoy and let me know what you think!

Lust – the insatiable need for sex or things of sexual nature, involving thoughts, desires and actions.

Jack watched his lover with something between awe and disbelief as Ianto dutifully tied his other wrist to the bed (which was conveniently a four poster one and big enough that Jack's arms, even spread as they were, could barely reach the two ends) with one of his ties – pink and black stripes this time.

"You've got to be joking," he groaned as Ianto tightened the knot.

"I know," the young man nodded. "I'd usually go for a half-Windsor but I think it wouldn't be reliable enough for your situation. Do try to keep still."

Jack obeyed – not that it was much of a surprise. He'd long since got used to Ianto's dominant streak, and had done nothing but encourage it so far. Leadership had been dropped into his hands by circumstances years ago, but when it came to this, he rather enjoyed following someone else's lead.

And Ianto had been nothing but perfect for that ever since the very beginning. After Jack had returned to Torchwood, it had only intensified in strength. He barely even bothered with putting on a show of struggling. Ianto knew. Of course he knew.

His gaze followed his partner impatiently as he went in and out of the room several times, focusing on getting ready for whatever he had planned.

Jack closed his eyes. God help him, Ianto's footsteps seemed to get farther and farther away. He remembered the last time they'd done this, a week ago, during the Flat Home case. Just going to prepare something, Jack, I'll be back in a minute, and he'd left him tied up to his own desk while he'd taken his sweet time talking to Gwen on the phone. Shouting didn't do much good, either, Jack had discovered that night.

Neither did threats, he tried to remind himself as Ianto slipped back into the room. Actually, threats were usually promptly tested on Jack himself (not that he minded that terribly), but–

His train of thought derailed as soon as he took a good look at his lover. Ianto had taken his shirt off, but his trousers and tie were still in place, which only made it worse. Or better. Jack couldn't be sure, really; not when thinking had suddenly became a rather difficult task.

"Do you like it?" Ianto had noticed him noticing, of course. He stroked the tie and Jack briefly got lost in the colours that flooded his immediate vision. Red, white, black. His tie, his skin, his trousers. Ianto was a breathtaking sight just like this; looking like an ancient deity which had passed through all of time and space without marring his perfection in the process. His eyes – now darker to the point where even the irises seemed midnight blue – held all the secrets of the Universe and yet his body was young; very much the type Jack had seen on the statues of emperors he'd seen in Ancient Rome during his travels. He couldn't tear his eyes away.

"Ianto–" His voice was more of a whimper than anything else and he wasn't quite sure what he wanted to say – or if he wanted to say anything at all – but he didn't get the chance either way.

"Shhh," Ianto cooed and Jack's mind made an unfortunate comparison to the way the young man usually spoke when he was trying to calm Myfawny down. "It's all good. I'll take care of you, Jack." Feather-light kisses were pressed all over his face and jaw as Ianto crawled on the bed and between his legs. The Captain felt the tickling of his tie brushing his chest when his lover leaned in further and he managed to get out a, "Kiss me, please."

He obliged and Jack's hands just itched to touch him. Ianto had probably felt him struggling against his bonds, though, because he pulled back immediately.

"Now that just won't do," he chided gently (and yet, Jack couldn't help but feel the steel beneath the rich silk of his voice). "I told you to keep calm. Think you can do that for me?"

Jack nodded eagerly and Ianto smiled, warm and affectionate now.

"That's right." His voice was a hypnotic murmur against Jack's skin and he closed his eyes once again, this time pleased rather than desperate. "That's right, Jack. Perfect. You're being so good for me."

"Always," Jack choked out and he was aware of the vow behind it as he let Ianto drag him into the abyss.