Only Us IV
Title: Only Us IV
Author: fluffygremlin
Characters: Jack and Ianto
Word Count: 1,066
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.
Notes: Based on the lovely radio play “House of the Dead”. Fourth part of what was supposed to be a one-shot.
Only Us
In these stones horizons sing…
Ianto Jones woke up alone and in the dark. The only sounds he could hear were his own harsh breathing and the blood rushing through his head. Closing his eyes against the nothingness he focused on slowing down his heart’s staccato beating within his chest.
You couldn’t leave me rest in peace? You’ve done this to me! Dragged me back just to say goodbye!
Ianto opened his eyes again and watched as the darkness gave way to vague shapes that slowly became clearer as the nightmare faded. He got up slowly and walked over to the tall window beside the bed, pushing aside the heavy curtain to look out into the nightscape of a foreign world. He was entranced as aliens walked by arm in arm on the street below as cars that looked like they belonged on some London street within Wells’ vast imagination moved by silently. The cobblestones that weren’t at all what they appeared didn’t lend themselves to the jolts and shudders one would expect.
The door to the suite gave a slight groan as it opened and closed again with a snap. Ianto didn’t bother turning away from the view; he knew exactly who it was. His Captain. His… savior. He could hear him trying to stealthy cross the room behind him but couldn’t help but jump slightly as a wool covered arm encircled his waist. The materiel was rough against his skin but it felt more soothing than silk.
Don’t touch me. Don’t.
The scratch of the wool… The heady spice of 51st century pheromones…
“Jack,” Ianto sighed softly. He could feel the other man chuckle against his back as he moves even closer, resting his chin on Ianto’s shoulder.
“It’s been a long time since anyone called me that.” The older man tightened his hold on Ianto’s waist. “I changed it so long ago. I didn’t want to be Jack anymore… Couldn’t be. Not without you.”
“So what am I supposed to call you now?”
“Yours,” Jack whispered before turning his head to kiss Ianto just below his ear. He smiled against his neck as he felt the other man shudder.
“I had hoped that your lines would have improved after so much time apart,” Ianto replied with a smirk.
“There is nothing wrong with my lines,” Jack insisted. Ianto smiled wider as he watched unfamiliar stars glitter in the sky.
“Really though. What is your name now?” Ianto could feel Jack tense up behind him before the other man whispered in his ear.
“Jones. They call me Captain Jones. Since 2047. It’s changed a few times since then but it always goes back to Jones.”
Ianto turned in the tight embrace of Jack’s arms so that he could look the other man in the eye.
“I didn’t ever want to forget you,” Jack continued. “I didn’t want to miss my chance because of thousands of years of memories crowding you out.”
I may be immortal, but I don’t forget. I lose everyone, but I don’t forget any of you. I work so hard to remember.
Ianto leaned forward to kiss the other man softly. He ran one hand lightly down his back while the other reached up to cradle his face.
“Now that you have me, what do I call you? No offense but I’d hate to call out the wrong name in bed.” Ianto arched an eyebrow as Jack’s bright laugh filled the dark room.
“Captain Jack Harness. Nice to meet you.”
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“You’ve been having nightmares.”
Ianto turned his head against the pillow until he was face to face with a wonderfully naked Jack Harkness.
“I thought last night might be a one off but it obviously wasn’t.” Jack reached out and ran his fingers through Ianto’s dark curls. “What are you dreaming about?”
“The darkness,” Ianto says. His voice sounds as if he gargled with brandy before bed. “Sometimes there was only the darkness, never ending, and other times…”
He stares at the spot just beyond Jack’s ear as he struggles for the right words.
“Sometimes there was… more. I could hear things all around me but I couldn’t see. Voices. People I once knew. People I’d never met. Sometimes there was silence but I could see flashes out of the corner of my eye.”
Eternal oblivion, lost in the space between worlds forever.
“The void,” Jack said gently. Ianto closed his eyes as the other man’s fingers continued to run their soothing course through his hair. “The knife’s edge between life and death and all the other worlds.”
“Sometimes I lost myself in my mind. My entire life was laid out in front of me to go over again and again.
It helped pass the time. Every touch… Every smile… Every kiss… I relived them all a million times. Every horror… Every…”
Betrayal.
He felt the bed shift as Jack leant forward to press a firm kiss against his lips, cutting off the last of his thoughts. He lost himself in the hedonistic nature of the other man, reveling in the way his hands never stopped moving as they glided over his back and chest and face and arms.
“I love you, Ianto Jones,” Jack mumbled as he kissed along his jaw.
In a thousand years time, you won't remember me.
“Ianto!” Jack’s sharp tone forced Ianto to open his eyes again. He blinked away the memories that continued to assault him. “Stay with me.”
“I’m so sorry, Jack,” he said softly. “Sometimes I close my eyes and I feel like I’m lost all over again.”
“No, my Ianto, never. I had to watch you die twice and I refuse to let you go, now or ever.”
Jack rolled them both so that he was lying on top of Ianto, his arms settled on either side of his head to support most of Jack’s weight as they slotted together. He smirked for a moment as the younger man’s breath hitched and hips quivered.
“Third time’s a charm, sir.” Ianto’s voice was lower now, more breathy. The look Jack gave him chased all other thoughts of a millennium spent in nothingness into the nether.
“Third,” Jack said with a roll of his hips. “Fourth.” Another roll accompanied with his tongue gliding along Ianto’s bottom lip. “Perhaps, if you’re a very good boy, we’ll try for a fifth before lunch.”
Author: fluffygremlin
Characters: Jack and Ianto
Word Count: 1,066
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.
Notes: Based on the lovely radio play “House of the Dead”. Fourth part of what was supposed to be a one-shot.
Only Us
In these stones horizons sing…
Ianto Jones woke up alone and in the dark. The only sounds he could hear were his own harsh breathing and the blood rushing through his head. Closing his eyes against the nothingness he focused on slowing down his heart’s staccato beating within his chest.
You couldn’t leave me rest in peace? You’ve done this to me! Dragged me back just to say goodbye!
Ianto opened his eyes again and watched as the darkness gave way to vague shapes that slowly became clearer as the nightmare faded. He got up slowly and walked over to the tall window beside the bed, pushing aside the heavy curtain to look out into the nightscape of a foreign world. He was entranced as aliens walked by arm in arm on the street below as cars that looked like they belonged on some London street within Wells’ vast imagination moved by silently. The cobblestones that weren’t at all what they appeared didn’t lend themselves to the jolts and shudders one would expect.
The door to the suite gave a slight groan as it opened and closed again with a snap. Ianto didn’t bother turning away from the view; he knew exactly who it was. His Captain. His… savior. He could hear him trying to stealthy cross the room behind him but couldn’t help but jump slightly as a wool covered arm encircled his waist. The materiel was rough against his skin but it felt more soothing than silk.
Don’t touch me. Don’t.
The scratch of the wool… The heady spice of 51st century pheromones…
“Jack,” Ianto sighed softly. He could feel the other man chuckle against his back as he moves even closer, resting his chin on Ianto’s shoulder.
“It’s been a long time since anyone called me that.” The older man tightened his hold on Ianto’s waist. “I changed it so long ago. I didn’t want to be Jack anymore… Couldn’t be. Not without you.”
“So what am I supposed to call you now?”
“Yours,” Jack whispered before turning his head to kiss Ianto just below his ear. He smiled against his neck as he felt the other man shudder.
“I had hoped that your lines would have improved after so much time apart,” Ianto replied with a smirk.
“There is nothing wrong with my lines,” Jack insisted. Ianto smiled wider as he watched unfamiliar stars glitter in the sky.
“Really though. What is your name now?” Ianto could feel Jack tense up behind him before the other man whispered in his ear.
“Jones. They call me Captain Jones. Since 2047. It’s changed a few times since then but it always goes back to Jones.”
Ianto turned in the tight embrace of Jack’s arms so that he could look the other man in the eye.
“I didn’t ever want to forget you,” Jack continued. “I didn’t want to miss my chance because of thousands of years of memories crowding you out.”
I may be immortal, but I don’t forget. I lose everyone, but I don’t forget any of you. I work so hard to remember.
Ianto leaned forward to kiss the other man softly. He ran one hand lightly down his back while the other reached up to cradle his face.
“Now that you have me, what do I call you? No offense but I’d hate to call out the wrong name in bed.” Ianto arched an eyebrow as Jack’s bright laugh filled the dark room.
“Captain Jack Harness. Nice to meet you.”
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“You’ve been having nightmares.”
Ianto turned his head against the pillow until he was face to face with a wonderfully naked Jack Harkness.
“I thought last night might be a one off but it obviously wasn’t.” Jack reached out and ran his fingers through Ianto’s dark curls. “What are you dreaming about?”
“The darkness,” Ianto says. His voice sounds as if he gargled with brandy before bed. “Sometimes there was only the darkness, never ending, and other times…”
He stares at the spot just beyond Jack’s ear as he struggles for the right words.
“Sometimes there was… more. I could hear things all around me but I couldn’t see. Voices. People I once knew. People I’d never met. Sometimes there was silence but I could see flashes out of the corner of my eye.”
Eternal oblivion, lost in the space between worlds forever.
“The void,” Jack said gently. Ianto closed his eyes as the other man’s fingers continued to run their soothing course through his hair. “The knife’s edge between life and death and all the other worlds.”
“Sometimes I lost myself in my mind. My entire life was laid out in front of me to go over again and again.
It helped pass the time. Every touch… Every smile… Every kiss… I relived them all a million times. Every horror… Every…”
Betrayal.
He felt the bed shift as Jack leant forward to press a firm kiss against his lips, cutting off the last of his thoughts. He lost himself in the hedonistic nature of the other man, reveling in the way his hands never stopped moving as they glided over his back and chest and face and arms.
“I love you, Ianto Jones,” Jack mumbled as he kissed along his jaw.
In a thousand years time, you won't remember me.
“Ianto!” Jack’s sharp tone forced Ianto to open his eyes again. He blinked away the memories that continued to assault him. “Stay with me.”
“I’m so sorry, Jack,” he said softly. “Sometimes I close my eyes and I feel like I’m lost all over again.”
“No, my Ianto, never. I had to watch you die twice and I refuse to let you go, now or ever.”
Jack rolled them both so that he was lying on top of Ianto, his arms settled on either side of his head to support most of Jack’s weight as they slotted together. He smirked for a moment as the younger man’s breath hitched and hips quivered.
“Third time’s a charm, sir.” Ianto’s voice was lower now, more breathy. The look Jack gave him chased all other thoughts of a millennium spent in nothingness into the nether.
“Third,” Jack said with a roll of his hips. “Fourth.” Another roll accompanied with his tongue gliding along Ianto’s bottom lip. “Perhaps, if you’re a very good boy, we’ll try for a fifth before lunch.”