Fan Fic: No More Than They Deserved
Title: No More Than They Deserved
Author: Conjunkie
Pairing: Implied Jack/Ianto (Ianto Centric)
Rating: R for masturbation and swears, angst
Summary: Despite betraying him, Jack died to save them, Now Ianto has to face up to his guilt, will he ever forgive himself?
Authors Note:I wanted to write about Ianto betraying Jack again, so this is a sort of missing scene/coda to End of Days dealing with Ianto's thoughts and feelings after Jack is killed by Abaddon. Big shout out of thanks to my beta
joulez217
Spoilers: Slight ones 1x13 End of Days
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Russell T Davies and the BBC. No copyright or trademark infringement is intended and no money is being made
Ianto lay on Jack’s small bed his head turned to the side, his nose buried deep in Jack’s pillow. He was trying desperately to find the remnants of Jack’s unique scent, anything to remind him of the man currently lying in the morgue. Ianto still couldn’t quite comprehend it, Jack Harkness, the man who couldn’t die, was dead. Stone cold and lifeless in a heavy steel draw and it was partly his fault. Oh he could lie to himself and say Abaddon had taken Jack’s life, but Ianto knew the role he had played. He had betrayed Jack again, opened the rift and instigated the Captain’s downfall. He had helped them kill his lover.
A choked sob was swallowed by the crisp cotton pillowcase. Ianto was alone again, all he had left of Jack were mere memories now, but they were no comfort to him, he needed more. Ianto turned his head so he was staring up at the ceiling of Jack’s quarters. His eyes burned with self hatred as his body betrayed his growing need. The images of Jack holding him, touching him, sucking him and fucking him swam in front of his eyes.
Another broken sob fell from Ianto’s lips as he tried to grasp each fading image as the pictures danced before his eyes. Ianto’s fingers tugged angrily at his belt, flicked the button of his trousers and yanked down the zipper. His hand snaked down his body and wrapped firmly almost painfully around his half hard cock. This wasn’t about being loved; Ianto didn’t believe he deserved that. It was about easing the pain, just for the briefest moment before it consumed him again.
Ianto’s eyes fluttered closed his mouth opened and he moaned huskily “Jack.”
The man’s face hovered before him wearing the patented Jack Harkness grin and it was no longer Ianto’s own hand that grasped his erection, it was Jack’s. Ianto groaned his back arching off the bed as the Captain’s fingers brought him expertly towards release. Jack’s lips captured Ianto’s in a fiery embrace that was a clash of teeth and tongues as Jack frantically pumped Ianto’s engorged cock. Ianto was writhing on the bed eliciting a string of whimpers and moans, perspiration glistened on his brow and his hair was damp. Jack’s free hand travelled up Ianto’s torso gripping his nipple through his favourite blue shirt and twisted it painfully. It was enough to send Ianto hurtling over the edge into orgasm and he cries out spilling his seed over Jack’s hand, which wrung him until he was dry. Ianto lay boneless and sated pleasure coursing through his body; he gazed up into Jack’s dark eyes which were dancing mischievously. Jack’s face breaking into a shit eating grin and looking like the cat that got the cream was the last thing Ianto saw before his eyes slipped shut.
When Ianto opened his eyes again he was no longer staring up into pools of infinite blue. Jack was gone; leaving the ghost of his memory in his wake. Ianto stared down at his body; dishevelled chaos replaced his usually pristine appearance. His blue shirt was rumpled and creased; the trousers of his dark suit lay haphazardly open. Ianto’s fist was still wrapped around his spent erection the cooling mess of his ejaculate was sticky against his slim fingers. Ianto’s breathing was laboured as he sat up slowly. Removing his fingers from his softened organ Ianto tucked himself back into his trousers fastening them loosely.
He shuffled to the edge of the bed and planted his feet on the concrete floor. He stood gingerly on shaking legs that were barely able to hold his weight he was exhausted both mentally and physically. Since Jack’s body had been placed in the morgue, Ianto had been unable to sleep overwhelmed by grief and ravaged by his own guilt. He moved sluggishly towards the small basin in the corner of Jack’s quarters.
Turning on the tap Ianto scrubbed fiercely at his palms, splashing warm water on his face trying to revive his tired eyes. Picking up the small towel that hung beside the basin Ianto dried his hands. He looked up into the small shaving mirror that hung precariously above the sink glaring at his reflection. He didn’t recognize the man staring back at him. Ianto took a shuddering breath and set about restoring his appearance.
He straightened his tie making sure the knot was positioned perfectly central. Brushing the creases out of his shirt he unfastened his trousers tucking the garment neatly inside them, before fastening them back up. Taking the material between his fingers he tugged gently until a crisp fold hung tidily over his belt. Ianto’s slender fingers ran through his dark waves taming his unruly hair. He closed his eyes taking a deep steadying lungful of air and blew it out again.
Opening his eyes Ianto surveyed himself in the mirror again the façade of orderly calm was firmly fixed back in place. Ianto moved slowly over to Jack’s bed pulling the covers back remaking the bed fluffing the pillow until the bedcovers were as crisp and precise as his outward appearance. Ianto turned in a circle studying Jack’s quarters one final time making sure he had left everything exactly as he had found it.
He walked towards the ladder and climbed out of the hatch. Jack’s office was empty Ianto was the only one who had dared to enter it since Jack’s demise. He walked past the Captain’s desk towards the coat stand. His suit jacket hung there next to Jack’s greatcoat Ianto’s fingers brushed the collar of the coat it was still slightly damp from his earlier grieving tears. Choking back another sob Ianto removed his jacket and slipped into it doing the buttons up methodically. His long fingers tussled nervously with his tie then smoothed down the fabric of his dark suit jacket. With his final chunk of armour replaced Ianto walked out of the office down the walkway into the main area of the Hub.
The Hub was eerily quiet except for the lone figure of Toshiko who was busily fixing one of the machines that had been damaged when the rift had opened. Owen was nowhere in sight probably hiding down in the medical bay. As for Gwen she was still keeping her vigil down in the morgue refusing to accept that their leader had gone. Ianto though was much more of a realist it had been several days since Jack defeated Abaddon and he wasn’t going to come back. Ianto moved over to where Toshiko was working and diligently set about helping her fix the device.
They’d been working quietly and efficiently for about two hours when Toshiko let out a tiny gasp. Then she was merely a blur as her heels click clacked over the metal walkway. Ianto turned to find out what Toshiko had seen and couldn’t believe his eyes. Jack stood in the middle of the Hub holding Gwen’s hand, he looked pale and tired but he was stood there very much alive. Ianto watched as Tosh pulled Jack into a bear hug, he wanted to move, wanted to go to Jack but his feet refused to co-operate, he was rooted to the spot.
Toshiko finally let the Captain go stepping to one side. Ianto caught and held Jack’s gaze and that something that was coiled tightly inside of him snapped. With barely a moment of thought Ianto was moving towards the man standing on the walkway. Reaching Jack, Ianto found himself hesitating again he was suddenly unsure of himself and his place in Jack’s affections.
He knew he must be something of a disappointment to the older man having once again broken his trust. Ianto suspected that whatever this thing was that they had forged between them it was well and truly over now. He only dared hope that they could still work together or better yet remain friends. Ianto took a step closer, instead of wrapping his arms around Jack which was all he wanted to do; he offered an outstretched hand which Jack refused.
Instead Ianto found himself enveloped in a tight embrace and he exhaled a breath he hadn’t even realised he was holding. Jack pulled back slightly and then he was kissing him. Ianto felt like he was drowning in the waters of absolution as Jack breathed forgiveness into every pour of his body. When they broke the embrace Ianto knew Jack had absolved him of his actions but he wondered when, if ever, he would forgive himself. He melted into the shadows and watched as Jack bestowed his forgiveness on Owen. The doctor broke down in Jack’s arms dissolving into wracking sobs as the Captain held on to him tightly riding out Owens pain, sorrow and regret.
It was much later when Ianto, Owen and Toshiko arrived back at the hub with the coffees they had been sent out for. Everything was returning to normal, well as normal as Torchwood gets. They entered as the cog door swung slowly open. Papers were blown everywhere and a very confused Gwen stood in the midst of them.
“Did you see Jack on your way in?” Gwen asked.
“No.” Toshiko answered
“I thought we’d tidied up in here, what’s the matter?”
“He was just here” she paused thinking “Something’s taken him Jack’s gone.”
It didn’t take them long to discover the CCTV footage of Jack running towards a large blue police box. Once they realised Jack hadn’t been taken but that he had left of his own accord it took even less time for the accusations to start to fly.
“How could he do this? We just got him back, how could he leave us like this just when we needed him the most.” The dissenting voices cried.
Only Ianto remained silent steadfastly carrying on with his job making sure Torchwood was as efficient as ever. He quietly accepted his punishment because deep down he knew it was no more than they deserved.
Author: Conjunkie
Pairing: Implied Jack/Ianto (Ianto Centric)
Rating: R for masturbation and swears, angst
Summary: Despite betraying him, Jack died to save them, Now Ianto has to face up to his guilt, will he ever forgive himself?
Authors Note:I wanted to write about Ianto betraying Jack again, so this is a sort of missing scene/coda to End of Days dealing with Ianto's thoughts and feelings after Jack is killed by Abaddon. Big shout out of thanks to my beta
joulez217
Spoilers: Slight ones 1x13 End of Days
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Russell T Davies and the BBC. No copyright or trademark infringement is intended and no money is being made
Ianto lay on Jack’s small bed his head turned to the side, his nose buried deep in Jack’s pillow. He was trying desperately to find the remnants of Jack’s unique scent, anything to remind him of the man currently lying in the morgue. Ianto still couldn’t quite comprehend it, Jack Harkness, the man who couldn’t die, was dead. Stone cold and lifeless in a heavy steel draw and it was partly his fault. Oh he could lie to himself and say Abaddon had taken Jack’s life, but Ianto knew the role he had played. He had betrayed Jack again, opened the rift and instigated the Captain’s downfall. He had helped them kill his lover.
A choked sob was swallowed by the crisp cotton pillowcase. Ianto was alone again, all he had left of Jack were mere memories now, but they were no comfort to him, he needed more. Ianto turned his head so he was staring up at the ceiling of Jack’s quarters. His eyes burned with self hatred as his body betrayed his growing need. The images of Jack holding him, touching him, sucking him and fucking him swam in front of his eyes.
Another broken sob fell from Ianto’s lips as he tried to grasp each fading image as the pictures danced before his eyes. Ianto’s fingers tugged angrily at his belt, flicked the button of his trousers and yanked down the zipper. His hand snaked down his body and wrapped firmly almost painfully around his half hard cock. This wasn’t about being loved; Ianto didn’t believe he deserved that. It was about easing the pain, just for the briefest moment before it consumed him again.
Ianto’s eyes fluttered closed his mouth opened and he moaned huskily “Jack.”
The man’s face hovered before him wearing the patented Jack Harkness grin and it was no longer Ianto’s own hand that grasped his erection, it was Jack’s. Ianto groaned his back arching off the bed as the Captain’s fingers brought him expertly towards release. Jack’s lips captured Ianto’s in a fiery embrace that was a clash of teeth and tongues as Jack frantically pumped Ianto’s engorged cock. Ianto was writhing on the bed eliciting a string of whimpers and moans, perspiration glistened on his brow and his hair was damp. Jack’s free hand travelled up Ianto’s torso gripping his nipple through his favourite blue shirt and twisted it painfully. It was enough to send Ianto hurtling over the edge into orgasm and he cries out spilling his seed over Jack’s hand, which wrung him until he was dry. Ianto lay boneless and sated pleasure coursing through his body; he gazed up into Jack’s dark eyes which were dancing mischievously. Jack’s face breaking into a shit eating grin and looking like the cat that got the cream was the last thing Ianto saw before his eyes slipped shut.
When Ianto opened his eyes again he was no longer staring up into pools of infinite blue. Jack was gone; leaving the ghost of his memory in his wake. Ianto stared down at his body; dishevelled chaos replaced his usually pristine appearance. His blue shirt was rumpled and creased; the trousers of his dark suit lay haphazardly open. Ianto’s fist was still wrapped around his spent erection the cooling mess of his ejaculate was sticky against his slim fingers. Ianto’s breathing was laboured as he sat up slowly. Removing his fingers from his softened organ Ianto tucked himself back into his trousers fastening them loosely.
He shuffled to the edge of the bed and planted his feet on the concrete floor. He stood gingerly on shaking legs that were barely able to hold his weight he was exhausted both mentally and physically. Since Jack’s body had been placed in the morgue, Ianto had been unable to sleep overwhelmed by grief and ravaged by his own guilt. He moved sluggishly towards the small basin in the corner of Jack’s quarters.
Turning on the tap Ianto scrubbed fiercely at his palms, splashing warm water on his face trying to revive his tired eyes. Picking up the small towel that hung beside the basin Ianto dried his hands. He looked up into the small shaving mirror that hung precariously above the sink glaring at his reflection. He didn’t recognize the man staring back at him. Ianto took a shuddering breath and set about restoring his appearance.
He straightened his tie making sure the knot was positioned perfectly central. Brushing the creases out of his shirt he unfastened his trousers tucking the garment neatly inside them, before fastening them back up. Taking the material between his fingers he tugged gently until a crisp fold hung tidily over his belt. Ianto’s slender fingers ran through his dark waves taming his unruly hair. He closed his eyes taking a deep steadying lungful of air and blew it out again.
Opening his eyes Ianto surveyed himself in the mirror again the façade of orderly calm was firmly fixed back in place. Ianto moved slowly over to Jack’s bed pulling the covers back remaking the bed fluffing the pillow until the bedcovers were as crisp and precise as his outward appearance. Ianto turned in a circle studying Jack’s quarters one final time making sure he had left everything exactly as he had found it.
He walked towards the ladder and climbed out of the hatch. Jack’s office was empty Ianto was the only one who had dared to enter it since Jack’s demise. He walked past the Captain’s desk towards the coat stand. His suit jacket hung there next to Jack’s greatcoat Ianto’s fingers brushed the collar of the coat it was still slightly damp from his earlier grieving tears. Choking back another sob Ianto removed his jacket and slipped into it doing the buttons up methodically. His long fingers tussled nervously with his tie then smoothed down the fabric of his dark suit jacket. With his final chunk of armour replaced Ianto walked out of the office down the walkway into the main area of the Hub.
The Hub was eerily quiet except for the lone figure of Toshiko who was busily fixing one of the machines that had been damaged when the rift had opened. Owen was nowhere in sight probably hiding down in the medical bay. As for Gwen she was still keeping her vigil down in the morgue refusing to accept that their leader had gone. Ianto though was much more of a realist it had been several days since Jack defeated Abaddon and he wasn’t going to come back. Ianto moved over to where Toshiko was working and diligently set about helping her fix the device.
They’d been working quietly and efficiently for about two hours when Toshiko let out a tiny gasp. Then she was merely a blur as her heels click clacked over the metal walkway. Ianto turned to find out what Toshiko had seen and couldn’t believe his eyes. Jack stood in the middle of the Hub holding Gwen’s hand, he looked pale and tired but he was stood there very much alive. Ianto watched as Tosh pulled Jack into a bear hug, he wanted to move, wanted to go to Jack but his feet refused to co-operate, he was rooted to the spot.
Toshiko finally let the Captain go stepping to one side. Ianto caught and held Jack’s gaze and that something that was coiled tightly inside of him snapped. With barely a moment of thought Ianto was moving towards the man standing on the walkway. Reaching Jack, Ianto found himself hesitating again he was suddenly unsure of himself and his place in Jack’s affections.
He knew he must be something of a disappointment to the older man having once again broken his trust. Ianto suspected that whatever this thing was that they had forged between them it was well and truly over now. He only dared hope that they could still work together or better yet remain friends. Ianto took a step closer, instead of wrapping his arms around Jack which was all he wanted to do; he offered an outstretched hand which Jack refused.
Instead Ianto found himself enveloped in a tight embrace and he exhaled a breath he hadn’t even realised he was holding. Jack pulled back slightly and then he was kissing him. Ianto felt like he was drowning in the waters of absolution as Jack breathed forgiveness into every pour of his body. When they broke the embrace Ianto knew Jack had absolved him of his actions but he wondered when, if ever, he would forgive himself. He melted into the shadows and watched as Jack bestowed his forgiveness on Owen. The doctor broke down in Jack’s arms dissolving into wracking sobs as the Captain held on to him tightly riding out Owens pain, sorrow and regret.
It was much later when Ianto, Owen and Toshiko arrived back at the hub with the coffees they had been sent out for. Everything was returning to normal, well as normal as Torchwood gets. They entered as the cog door swung slowly open. Papers were blown everywhere and a very confused Gwen stood in the midst of them.
“Did you see Jack on your way in?” Gwen asked.
“No.” Toshiko answered
“I thought we’d tidied up in here, what’s the matter?”
“He was just here” she paused thinking “Something’s taken him Jack’s gone.”
It didn’t take them long to discover the CCTV footage of Jack running towards a large blue police box. Once they realised Jack hadn’t been taken but that he had left of his own accord it took even less time for the accusations to start to fly.
“How could he do this? We just got him back, how could he leave us like this just when we needed him the most.” The dissenting voices cried.
Only Ianto remained silent steadfastly carrying on with his job making sure Torchwood was as efficient as ever. He quietly accepted his punishment because deep down he knew it was no more than they deserved.