In The Still of the Night - Part 1 - fic
Title: In The Still of the Night
Pairing: Voyeur Jack, pre slash Jack/Ianto, Ianto/Owen
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine, sadly they belong to RTD and the people at the BBC.
Jack stood still on the gantry overlooking the central area of the Hub. Other than the hum of machinery silence surrounded him. He knew he wasn’t alone here; that a quick glance at the monitors would show where Owen and Ianto were, a faint smirk crossed his face, before it settled back in to the mask of emotionless that only showed when he was alone.
The new girl would settle in fine, she was a breath of life (ironic he thought) to him, to all of them.
Enough of the musing, musing hurt his head. There were two many painful thoughts to muse about.
Heading down the spiral stairs he crossed over to his desk, grabbing an almost full bottle of Vintage Malt Whisky out of the bottom draw. Which of his little followers had found this and helped themselves he wondered. No matter.
He settled himself in Toshi’s chair, in front of the bank of computers. Now, to find the two men. The business with Carys had messed with his carefully concealed emotions and he deserved something to take his mind off it, and was pretty sure that .
His fingers danced over the keyboard, one camera after another, within the massive confines of the Hub, flicked up onto the screens. His eyes settled on movement in the two garage cameras, and he smiled. He brought both the cameras up on two of the monitors; adjusting the light levels, he settled down to watch.
He wasn’t quite sure how the Ianto/Owen connection had come about, he hadn’t even noticed it, until he picked up on something Owen had said in passing to Gwen today. It was recent that he was certain of, but he was pretty sure it wouldn’t last for long. He wanted Ianto for himself, that realisation had suddenly come to him a few days ago. He didn’t know what had brought it on, maybe it was Gwen joining them, perhaps it was Suzi’s death. Whatever it was, at the moment he was willing to go with it.
It was a matter of waiting for it to fall apart. Owen would suffer no loss from it, and Ianto. Well Jack would be around for him.
He picked up the bottle of Scotch and swallowed a gulp. He hadn’t found anything that would make him drunk since . . . well since he became immortal. Still he liked the taste of it.
Pity there wasn’t audio he though. His eyes were riveted to the screen. Despite the dim light he could see the two men clearly. His neon blue eyes, followed the imperceptible movements of their limbs as they entwined. Ianto’s fingers curled into Owen’s hair. He let out a quiet sigh, as Owen was pushed down into the other mans crotch, forcing him to suck him off. Interesting, he thought Ianto was clearly in charge, in this dynamic.
It had been sometime since he’d been in a partnership where he wasn’t the one in charge. He shook his head, pushing all those thoughts out of his head. Now wasn’t the time, he would only get angry thinking about a particular Time Lord.
Owen lay on his back, wrists crossed, held about his head. Jacks eyes, were unblinking, focussed on watching the other man. Ianto bent down, whispering something in the other man’s ear. He held Owens wrists with one hand, while the other found the tube of lube, putting some on his fingers he roughly pushed them inside the other man.
Jack sat, transfixed, it was as though he could feel Ianto’s fingers inside of him. His hand went to his zip, but he stopped himself, why he didn’t know. He wouldn’t have felt dirty; that would be pretty much an impossibility for him. He signed, a rare, transitory contentment running though him.
Gasping softly, he watched as Ianto entered Owen, and set a brutal pace. Jacks loneliness suddenly struck him, his own arousal coupled with the two men on the screens, who were so totally wrapped up in what they were doing. On an on Ianto went, dim light flashing off the white of the shirt he hadn’t removed, Owens ankles hooked up over his shoulder. He wasn’t wearing any socks, Jack thought, curiously.
Suddenly, with one final thrust Ianto stopped; finally released the other mans wrists. He knelt back, palms on the floor, head bowed.
Jack couldn’t make out what was happening, he couldn’t tell whether Owen had come for a second time or not. Had Ianto let him come or not.
His senses still heightened by what he’d seen, whisky bottle now half empty in his lap, he rested his head against the back of the chair. Looking up towards the roof he could see the pterodactyl slowly circling, he closed his eyes.
He didn’t know how long passed; not that it really mattered to him any more.
“Did you have a good time tonight, Sir” he heard whispered in his ear.
A smirk graced Jacks face.
“It was, interesting. Could still be improved on though” His eyes flashed open and met the other mans, and held them.
Ianto turned to the monitors, still connected to the garage cameras, and switched them off.
Pairing: Voyeur Jack, pre slash Jack/Ianto, Ianto/Owen
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine, sadly they belong to RTD and the people at the BBC.
Jack stood still on the gantry overlooking the central area of the Hub. Other than the hum of machinery silence surrounded him. He knew he wasn’t alone here; that a quick glance at the monitors would show where Owen and Ianto were, a faint smirk crossed his face, before it settled back in to the mask of emotionless that only showed when he was alone.
The new girl would settle in fine, she was a breath of life (ironic he thought) to him, to all of them.
Enough of the musing, musing hurt his head. There were two many painful thoughts to muse about.
Heading down the spiral stairs he crossed over to his desk, grabbing an almost full bottle of Vintage Malt Whisky out of the bottom draw. Which of his little followers had found this and helped themselves he wondered. No matter.
He settled himself in Toshi’s chair, in front of the bank of computers. Now, to find the two men. The business with Carys had messed with his carefully concealed emotions and he deserved something to take his mind off it, and was pretty sure that .
His fingers danced over the keyboard, one camera after another, within the massive confines of the Hub, flicked up onto the screens. His eyes settled on movement in the two garage cameras, and he smiled. He brought both the cameras up on two of the monitors; adjusting the light levels, he settled down to watch.
He wasn’t quite sure how the Ianto/Owen connection had come about, he hadn’t even noticed it, until he picked up on something Owen had said in passing to Gwen today. It was recent that he was certain of, but he was pretty sure it wouldn’t last for long. He wanted Ianto for himself, that realisation had suddenly come to him a few days ago. He didn’t know what had brought it on, maybe it was Gwen joining them, perhaps it was Suzi’s death. Whatever it was, at the moment he was willing to go with it.
It was a matter of waiting for it to fall apart. Owen would suffer no loss from it, and Ianto. Well Jack would be around for him.
He picked up the bottle of Scotch and swallowed a gulp. He hadn’t found anything that would make him drunk since . . . well since he became immortal. Still he liked the taste of it.
Pity there wasn’t audio he though. His eyes were riveted to the screen. Despite the dim light he could see the two men clearly. His neon blue eyes, followed the imperceptible movements of their limbs as they entwined. Ianto’s fingers curled into Owen’s hair. He let out a quiet sigh, as Owen was pushed down into the other mans crotch, forcing him to suck him off. Interesting, he thought Ianto was clearly in charge, in this dynamic.
It had been sometime since he’d been in a partnership where he wasn’t the one in charge. He shook his head, pushing all those thoughts out of his head. Now wasn’t the time, he would only get angry thinking about a particular Time Lord.
Owen lay on his back, wrists crossed, held about his head. Jacks eyes, were unblinking, focussed on watching the other man. Ianto bent down, whispering something in the other man’s ear. He held Owens wrists with one hand, while the other found the tube of lube, putting some on his fingers he roughly pushed them inside the other man.
Jack sat, transfixed, it was as though he could feel Ianto’s fingers inside of him. His hand went to his zip, but he stopped himself, why he didn’t know. He wouldn’t have felt dirty; that would be pretty much an impossibility for him. He signed, a rare, transitory contentment running though him.
Gasping softly, he watched as Ianto entered Owen, and set a brutal pace. Jacks loneliness suddenly struck him, his own arousal coupled with the two men on the screens, who were so totally wrapped up in what they were doing. On an on Ianto went, dim light flashing off the white of the shirt he hadn’t removed, Owens ankles hooked up over his shoulder. He wasn’t wearing any socks, Jack thought, curiously.
Suddenly, with one final thrust Ianto stopped; finally released the other mans wrists. He knelt back, palms on the floor, head bowed.
Jack couldn’t make out what was happening, he couldn’t tell whether Owen had come for a second time or not. Had Ianto let him come or not.
His senses still heightened by what he’d seen, whisky bottle now half empty in his lap, he rested his head against the back of the chair. Looking up towards the roof he could see the pterodactyl slowly circling, he closed his eyes.
He didn’t know how long passed; not that it really mattered to him any more.
“Did you have a good time tonight, Sir” he heard whispered in his ear.
A smirk graced Jacks face.
“It was, interesting. Could still be improved on though” His eyes flashed open and met the other mans, and held them.
Ianto turned to the monitors, still connected to the garage cameras, and switched them off.