Tales Of A Time Agency - 8 A/?
Rating: 15 to NC-17 to be safe.
Characters: Jack, Ianto, John Hart, Toshiko, Owen, Gwen, Martha, The Doctor
Pairings: Predominantly Jack/Ianto (eventually), but it’s the Time Agency so expect Jack/John, Tosh/Owen, John/the consenting population of the universe……
Chapter: Chapter Number Eight.
Spoilers: Anything Torchwood could be hinted at. Could also include a dash of Doctor Who too.
Summary: Ianto Jones is thrown into the world of excess of the Time Agency Academy, but will he sink or swim? Especially when the enigmatic Jack Harkness starts looking his way….
Disclaimer: Regrettably I own nothing, none of the characters, zip. Wish I did though.
Author’s Notes: I’m back, with yet another huge instalment of TOATA….I swear that these chapters are just getting longer and longer. :S Anyways I have to give a special mention to thehubsitter here, since she’s been so supportive with me, especially writing this chapter. And of course, a big thank you to everyone who has stuck with me so far here! I really hope you enjoy it. And yes, as always any comments that you guys give me really do mean so much, and will be no doubt be cuddled endlessly. :)
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five A
Chapter Five B
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Huge hugs and kisses to my fabby friends, hiko , naddypants , morgia !! You girls are all so special, and you make writing a marvellous experience for me! Thank you!!
Chapter 8 is dedicated to thehubsitter . She’s been amazing with me and this chapter recently, and she’s never too busy for me to witter on at her on msn! Thank you sweetie, it means a lot to me, and I just hope that this fic show that! One more thing…..OWNTO RULES!!! :D
‘There is lightning in this room
Above our heads, waiting to strike
I'm a thinker not a talker
Put your faith, your faith in God
We were hoping for some romance
All we found was more despair
We must talk about our problems
We are in a state of flux…’
The air was cold, biting almost, bitterly nipping and snatching at the skin of his face like a possessive child. Yet despite his arctic surroundings, Ianto’s blood was running hot inside his veins, fuming, burning through his body, rocketing against his organs. Adrenaline was coursing through his head, buzzing at his synapses, every thought travelling so fast that he could barely even understand them. Anticipation. Is that what this was? Ianto had no idea, but there was something about the iced night that unsettled him, made him feel on edge but at the same time almost on the verge of excitement. He had felt nothing like it or at least, nothing like this for a long time.
Twin moons circled above, jewels set in a navy canvas, silver light shining down to sparkle off the thin blanket of snow that had dusted the city. It was barely an inch, but the frozen water was a carpet of crushed velvet beneath Ianto’s feet as he walked on. He rubbed the arms of his thin shirt regretfully, cursing himself for not thinking to even wear his jacket, the freezing air permeating through the fabric in harsh blasts. Looking around him, Ianto was not alone, many figures already staggering through the streets in the same state as he, men all wearing shirts, cut to the elbow, women wearing short dresses and skirts that clung to every curve. It seemed common knowledge in Salvana that warm clothing was not necessary in the clubs, not when there was all the heat and atmosphere of pure sex and pheromones to fight away the chill of the night air instead.
Trembling slightly, Ianto found himself standing outside Poseidon, alone, eyes grazing over every other face for that of Jack. He looked to his wrist strap, sighing when he noticed that the older cadet was already five minutes late. It was typical Jack, the arrogance and dramatic nature of the man no longer a shock to Ianto. But despite all of his apparent faults, Ianto was convinced that in a lot of ways, he wouldn’t wish for the senior cadet to ever really change. He’d gotten used to his kinks and his quirks, in many ways he admired them as much as he despised them. Yes, sometimes they would infuriate him, but without all of his flaws, Jack wouldn’t be the lovable rogue that Ianto had come to like having around.
“Guess who?” Near burning hands were grasping his shoulders, as Ianto suddenly became aware of a body behind him, soft heat radiating gently into his back. He spun round, grinning when he saw the beaming face of Jack Harkness there in front of him.
“I thought you were going to stand me up.”
“Me? Never!” Jack laughed, keeping his grip on Ianto’s shoulders and taking a good long look at him. “You look freezing….”
“That’s because I am!” The younger man scoffed in return, holding in a smile as he felt Jack gently rub his hands along his arms to give him some extra warmth. “All this waiting around for you….”
“I could have met you inside.”
“Didn’t think of that.” Ianto admitted sheepishly, letting his gaze slip quickly to the older man’s eyes. They seemed a brighter blue, more vibrant, almost reflecting the colour of his shirt in their shine. “Anyway, you’re here now.”
“I am.” Jack smiled, throwing an almost possessive arm around Ianto’s shoulders and pulling him gently into the queue to get into the club. The younger cadet’s skin tingled under the touch, Ianto’s hairs standing on end, every nerve ending in his body buzzing. Jack was so close, his scent; that brief and intoxicating scent of pheromones just reaching Ianto as a cold breeze blew across their path. In essence, the smell was pure Jack, his personality and appeal bottled up and combined in such a way that it was near irresistible. The bass of the club was already humming, dancing around them; beating out a regular rhythm like a heart beat, the lights of the entrance glittering as more people entered the club. In his absence, Ianto had forgotten just how mind blowing Poseidon was. It was an experience, filled with bright lights, deep pounding music and sexual chemistry, cutting your brain off sense by sense until only pure animal lust remained. The atmosphere was almost indescribable, a feeling only ever able to be illustrated fully by actions and not words, sending Ianto’s body shivering with anticipation along with the iced air around him.
“You’re looking good tonight. New shirt?” Jack smiled, instinctively pulling Ianto closer as he felt his body shake next to him.
“Yeah, thanks for noticing.”
“Could hardly not notice you could I Jones?”
“Flattery will still get you nowhere Jack.” Ianto smiled, although he couldn’t help but blush softly.
“Yeah, I know. Think its enough to get me a dance tonight though?”
“Depends what we are classing as dancing….”
“Very funny.” The older cadet pouted, looking him in the eye. “No….tonight I am behaving, just good old fashioned dancing. No sexpectations.” He winked, the corners of his mouth lifting in a light hearted smile. “Just friend’s right?”
“Right.” Ianto said softly, evading his gaze as they entered the club. For once the phrase struck a sour chord inside him, in that instant being the thing that he wanted least. Outwardly he was still playing He was lost to the aura of Poseidon, already to just give in now and pull Jack into the deepest kiss of his life, right there in front of the world. It was all he could do to simply pull himself from Jack’s grasp instead.
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She’d just wanted to feel valued again.
And what had happened? That bastard had broken her, sent all herself belief and moral ideals spiralling down the drain. And she hated that. She wanted to blame him, but in the end how could she? How could she blame him for what she had thought, what she had forced herself to believe? The truth of the matter was that Toshiko Sato had let Owen Harper break her. And somehow, knowing that it was all her own fault…that was the hardest part of it to swallow.
The club around her was spinning, blinding lights painting multicolour vortexes across her vision, pulsing in time to the music, dancing in wild abandon like the people around her. It was all so unfamiliar, so alien to her, a new club, and a new environment. She hadn’t been able to let herself retreat back to Poseidon in case he was there, so she’d found somewhere else, a smaller, more densely packed club, filled with more glittering lights than a thousand galaxies. She’d begun drinking to forget, to lose herself and become something new, to become the secret self that she knew alcohol would exorcise from her. She needed to be someone else that night, someone who wasn’t Toshiko, someone who didn’t seem to misjudge every relationship and always manage to fall short somewhere down the line. She needed an escape…
So when a pretty blonde had approached her, with full pink lips, smoky eyes and a soft expression, Tosh had leapt upon the chance like her life depended on it. She had thrown herself into the dancing, traced the woman’s curves anonymously with her hands as they had swayed to the music, bodies pressed together in the confined space. She had gripped her face in earnest as they kissed on the dance floor, still moving, the other woman’s hands moving down her body to cradle her hips. She had let herself be carried away by the wave of lust and alcohol as the woman led her outside, pushing her flush against a wall and taking her mouth into a full kiss, hands everywhere and anywhere, moving, caressing, a constant sensation on her skin. They had stayed there for as long as possible, before the need to breathe became too great and they both separated, panting, hands still tightly gripping each other’s shoulders. It was only then that Tosh let herself look into the woman’s eyes and utter her name, the amount of alcohol racing through her system too great to let her blush.
“Toshiko?” The woman smiled, reaching up gently to stroke a stray strand of hair out of the other cadet’s face. She gazed at her, letting her hand drop down to Tosh’s chest, resting just above her racing heart. “That’s a beautiful name.” She nodded, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to the skin below Toshiko’s left ear, her warm breath tickling again the now cool skin. “I suppose you want my name now too?”
“…..Yes.” Toshiko almost sighed, unable to say anything else as the woman pressed another row of kisses to her neck, before lifting her head again so she could whisper into her ear.
“Mary.” The velvet like voice said smoothly. “My name’s Mary.”
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Ianto Jones was beginning to hate himself.
Or at the very least…he was starting to hate the ultimatum he had attached to his friendship with Jack.
It was impossible with the man himself being so close, for Ianto to not feel like this, especially now that he could feel the faint rush of hyper vodka ebbing through him. It was just all too intimate, all too close; the humid air of the club almost seeming to push them together, the constant abuse of pheromones on his nostrils pushing his mind over the edge of his own reasoning. It didn’t help with Jack always being in some kind of contact with him either, a hand always resting on his arm, or his shoulder as they talked over the noise, leaning against the bar. It felt almost surreal, them both standing there, glasses in their hands as they continued to throw back shots of alcohol, laughing and joking the more shots they drank. It had even surprised him how little he was bothered by John’s presence too, even though for the majority of time the man had been standing beside them at the bar, a stunning blonde freshie wound around him, her lips most definitely attached to his. They were so open, so together that the younger cadet could barely tear his eyes from them. Ianto had even found himself searching Jack’s face for any trace of jealousy, but he had found none, only the same glimmer of omnipresent lust that Jack seemed to take with him everywhere.
“Jealous?” Jack laughed, noticing how fixated Ianto seemed to be with John and the girl.
“Course not.” The younger man smiled, sipping at his drink and trying to avoid the other man’s gaze.
“Shame.”
“What is?” Ianto barely managed to yell above the din.
“Just that you’re not jealous.” Jack winked, throwing back the rest of his drink before continuing. “You and I could do so much better than that….”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about Jack.”
“Of course you don’t.” The older cadet shook his head, grinning and leaning forward slightly, so that his face was just inches from Ianto’s, blue eyes staring into his intently. The younger man could almost feel the pure sexual energy pulse in between them, piercing his pupils and sending shivers reverberating backwards through his skull. Ianto tried to move back, but a hand on the back of his neck kept him in place, holding his face right in front of Jack’s. No escaping him this time….Nowhere left to hide…. “Not as innocent as you pretend to be are you Jones?” The other cadet smirked, tilting his head and leaning in even closer, his breath tickling Ianto’s mouth. The older cadet’s lips twitched softly, almost as if he were kissing the air that now filled the very short distance between both their lips. Just a fraction of an inch closer and they’d be kissing, and there really would be no going back. For either of them.
Ianto’s breath was catching in his throat, the cocktail of alcohol in his bloodstream making his diaphragm move erratically, each intake of breath growing in impatience and frustration. It was all wrong, he was well aware of that, knew perfectly well that he should get away and stop himself from getting too close to the fire that was Jack Harkness. But he didn’t. Couldn’t. Instead, Ianto merely closed his eyes, awaiting the inevitable, awaiting Jack’s lips to suddenly land on his and for everything else to just melt away into white noise around them. It was what he wanted, what he felt like he needed. Fuck all the friendship, fuck the last two months. Why couldn’t he just accept the one thing that Jack could give him? Why fight him? Why fight himself? For once, Ianto Jones had never been so eager to give in ….
“Lucky for you though….” Jack spoke after what felt like an age of indecision, pulling away from Ianto as soon as he opened his eyes. “I said I was behaving tonight. I stand by that.” He nodded softly, taking a step back and looking over to where John seemed to have disentangled himself from the girl, leaving Ianto feeling weak. He was unsteady, dazed and confused, his body over taken by the pure feeling of frustrated lust that seemed to pool beneath his skin, ebbing and bubbling like something unreal. He had been so close to losing it all…and at that moment, Jack had decided to remember his promise.
“So….” Jack laughed, his voice suddenly sounding in Ianto’s head again as he became aware of the conversation happening beside him. “Back with us John?”
“Envious much Jack?” The other man winked, stroking a single finger along the blonde woman’s cheek. “Can’t help but notice you’ve enjoyed very little action tonight.” John smirked, glancing over to where Ianto was stood beside them. “I suggest bringing a better date.”
“I suggest bringing better friends.” Ianto almost growled back, taking a large sip from his hyper vodka and rolling his eyes.
“Hey….come on kids.” Jack said quickly, moving to stand in between Ianto and the blonde girl. “Play nice.”
“Not my fault some people don’t even want to play at all.” This time it was John’s turn to roll his eyes, giving Ianto a wicked look.
“Quit it with the cheap jokes alright?”
“You’re no fun.”
“Sure I’m not…Anyway…..” Jack paused, glancing to his right to look at the woman stood directly in between him and John. “Were you ever planning on introducing us?” He laughed softly, his eyes fixed on hers as she gave him a coy look from behind her hair.
“Oh…errr… yeah. Sure.” John shook his head, swallowing down a shot of vodka whole. “Jack….this is….umm….”
“Aimee.” The blonde girl rolled her eyes quickly, before throwing what Ianto would have described her very best grin at Jack. “And you’re the famous Jack Harkness then? I’ve heard all about you…..” She raised an eyebrow suggestively.
“Oh really?” Jack laughed cockily, keeping eye contact with her. “Like what you’ve heard so far?”
“It was…..” Aimee smiled wittily, sweeping her hair out of her eyes. “Intriguing; to say the very least.”
“I hope what you’ve heard came from a reliable source.” Jack grinned, quickly looking back to John. “Because there’s a lot of false information drifting around TARA.”
“I think I know who to believe. Besides……I’m still interested, one way or another.”
“Interested enough to find out more?” The older cadet smirked, holding out his hand to her.
“I’d say so.” She glanced at John, before giving him an apologetic look and taking Jack’s hand. “Thanks John…..” She paused, a brief look of awkwardness gracing her features as she managed to add. “It was fun.”
Ianto felt abandoned, forced to watch on just like John as the pair were engulfed by the crowd, Jack wrapping his arms around Aimee’s waist, the grey of his shirt complimenting the purple shine of her dress. Ianto actually felt a wave of nausea sweep up through his body, tingling at the back of his throat. Jealousy. Except it was real this time, an ominous, true feeling mingling inside him with the other emotions that were now coursing through his body. Jack Harkness had made him feel like nothing, made him feel like it didn’t mean anything for him to be there at Poseidon, just because he had refused to give Jack the one thing that he wanted from him. Was that what Ianto deserved? To be ignored and forgotten just because he hadn’t up until that very moment wanted sex with the other man? Was that a crime now? And then, right at the moment where Ianto was even beginning to think of reconsidering, Jack had left him, abandoned him, just to go and chase his latest conquest. It sickened him, the worst part being the realisation that Jack no longer wanted him that way. It seemed that Ianto Jones had lost his chance….
“I guess it’s just you and me then eye candy.” John grinned, quickly regaining his ego after Jack had left. He turned to the barman, indicating for him to send Ianto and him both some more drinks. “Here…” He nodded down to the two tumblers of hyper vodka. “My treat.”
“Aren’t you angry?” Ianto said quickly, his words barely clearing the barrier of sound pulsing around them. “I mean….he’s just taken Aimee….”
“He can have her; it was our second night together anyway. Maybe this way I’ll find something fresh.” The older cadet laughed, slinging back one of the measures of alcohol in one go before looking at Ianto. “Why? Are you?”
“Of course not.” Ianto shook his head quickly. “We’re friends, why would I be?”
“Suuuuuure.” John chuckled, downing his second glass just as Ianto tentatively sipped at his first. “I’m not stupid, just because Jack misses all those little looks of yours doesn’t mean I do you know.”
“What looks?”
“Don’t play innocent with me!” The other cadet scoffed. “I know what effect Jack has on people. Believe me, it’s completely understandable. If slightly hilarious too.”
“We’re not like that John.” Ianto replied, sighing as he traced his finger round the rim of his drink’s glass. “That might be what you and Jack have, but we’re completely different.” The words hit him like a lie as soon as he uttered them, but Ianto carried on. “We don’t feel about each other that way.”
“You do. You just daren’t act on it.” The older man smiled knowingly, leaning back against the bar. “Bit pathetic if you ask me.”
“And what would you know?”
“Plenty.” John laughed, stepping closer to him. “And I’ll tell you something too.”
“And what would that be?”
“Jack…..He’s not worth getting jealous over. You realise that right?”
“What makes you say that?” Ianto cocked an eyebrow, downing the rest of his vodka in a single motion.
“Aside from the emotional detachment?” He chuckled, glancing across the dance floor in satisfaction. “There are plenty of other great lays at the Academy.” The older cadet grinned, meeting Ianto’s gaze and purposely winking. “You only have to ask.”
“I’m not sleeping with you John.”
“We’ll see.”
“No…..we won’t.”
“Whatever eye candy.” John smirked sickeningly, backing off slightly into the crowd. “Offer’s there if you need it anyway.” And then, in a blink of an eye, he was lost to the dance floor in the same way that Jack had been.
Click here for Part B!!!
Characters: Jack, Ianto, John Hart, Toshiko, Owen, Gwen, Martha, The Doctor
Pairings: Predominantly Jack/Ianto (eventually), but it’s the Time Agency so expect Jack/John, Tosh/Owen, John/the consenting population of the universe……
Chapter: Chapter Number Eight.
Spoilers: Anything Torchwood could be hinted at. Could also include a dash of Doctor Who too.
Summary: Ianto Jones is thrown into the world of excess of the Time Agency Academy, but will he sink or swim? Especially when the enigmatic Jack Harkness starts looking his way….
Disclaimer: Regrettably I own nothing, none of the characters, zip. Wish I did though.
Author’s Notes: I’m back, with yet another huge instalment of TOATA….I swear that these chapters are just getting longer and longer. :S Anyways I have to give a special mention to thehubsitter here, since she’s been so supportive with me, especially writing this chapter. And of course, a big thank you to everyone who has stuck with me so far here! I really hope you enjoy it. And yes, as always any comments that you guys give me really do mean so much, and will be no doubt be cuddled endlessly. :)
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five A
Chapter Five B
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Huge hugs and kisses to my fabby friends, hiko , naddypants , morgia !! You girls are all so special, and you make writing a marvellous experience for me! Thank you!!
Chapter 8 is dedicated to thehubsitter . She’s been amazing with me and this chapter recently, and she’s never too busy for me to witter on at her on msn! Thank you sweetie, it means a lot to me, and I just hope that this fic show that! One more thing…..OWNTO RULES!!! :D
‘There is lightning in this room
Above our heads, waiting to strike
I'm a thinker not a talker
Put your faith, your faith in God
We were hoping for some romance
All we found was more despair
We must talk about our problems
We are in a state of flux…’
The air was cold, biting almost, bitterly nipping and snatching at the skin of his face like a possessive child. Yet despite his arctic surroundings, Ianto’s blood was running hot inside his veins, fuming, burning through his body, rocketing against his organs. Adrenaline was coursing through his head, buzzing at his synapses, every thought travelling so fast that he could barely even understand them. Anticipation. Is that what this was? Ianto had no idea, but there was something about the iced night that unsettled him, made him feel on edge but at the same time almost on the verge of excitement. He had felt nothing like it or at least, nothing like this for a long time.
Twin moons circled above, jewels set in a navy canvas, silver light shining down to sparkle off the thin blanket of snow that had dusted the city. It was barely an inch, but the frozen water was a carpet of crushed velvet beneath Ianto’s feet as he walked on. He rubbed the arms of his thin shirt regretfully, cursing himself for not thinking to even wear his jacket, the freezing air permeating through the fabric in harsh blasts. Looking around him, Ianto was not alone, many figures already staggering through the streets in the same state as he, men all wearing shirts, cut to the elbow, women wearing short dresses and skirts that clung to every curve. It seemed common knowledge in Salvana that warm clothing was not necessary in the clubs, not when there was all the heat and atmosphere of pure sex and pheromones to fight away the chill of the night air instead.
Trembling slightly, Ianto found himself standing outside Poseidon, alone, eyes grazing over every other face for that of Jack. He looked to his wrist strap, sighing when he noticed that the older cadet was already five minutes late. It was typical Jack, the arrogance and dramatic nature of the man no longer a shock to Ianto. But despite all of his apparent faults, Ianto was convinced that in a lot of ways, he wouldn’t wish for the senior cadet to ever really change. He’d gotten used to his kinks and his quirks, in many ways he admired them as much as he despised them. Yes, sometimes they would infuriate him, but without all of his flaws, Jack wouldn’t be the lovable rogue that Ianto had come to like having around.
“Guess who?” Near burning hands were grasping his shoulders, as Ianto suddenly became aware of a body behind him, soft heat radiating gently into his back. He spun round, grinning when he saw the beaming face of Jack Harkness there in front of him.
“I thought you were going to stand me up.”
“Me? Never!” Jack laughed, keeping his grip on Ianto’s shoulders and taking a good long look at him. “You look freezing….”
“That’s because I am!” The younger man scoffed in return, holding in a smile as he felt Jack gently rub his hands along his arms to give him some extra warmth. “All this waiting around for you….”
“I could have met you inside.”
“Didn’t think of that.” Ianto admitted sheepishly, letting his gaze slip quickly to the older man’s eyes. They seemed a brighter blue, more vibrant, almost reflecting the colour of his shirt in their shine. “Anyway, you’re here now.”
“I am.” Jack smiled, throwing an almost possessive arm around Ianto’s shoulders and pulling him gently into the queue to get into the club. The younger cadet’s skin tingled under the touch, Ianto’s hairs standing on end, every nerve ending in his body buzzing. Jack was so close, his scent; that brief and intoxicating scent of pheromones just reaching Ianto as a cold breeze blew across their path. In essence, the smell was pure Jack, his personality and appeal bottled up and combined in such a way that it was near irresistible. The bass of the club was already humming, dancing around them; beating out a regular rhythm like a heart beat, the lights of the entrance glittering as more people entered the club. In his absence, Ianto had forgotten just how mind blowing Poseidon was. It was an experience, filled with bright lights, deep pounding music and sexual chemistry, cutting your brain off sense by sense until only pure animal lust remained. The atmosphere was almost indescribable, a feeling only ever able to be illustrated fully by actions and not words, sending Ianto’s body shivering with anticipation along with the iced air around him.
“You’re looking good tonight. New shirt?” Jack smiled, instinctively pulling Ianto closer as he felt his body shake next to him.
“Yeah, thanks for noticing.”
“Could hardly not notice you could I Jones?”
“Flattery will still get you nowhere Jack.” Ianto smiled, although he couldn’t help but blush softly.
“Yeah, I know. Think its enough to get me a dance tonight though?”
“Depends what we are classing as dancing….”
“Very funny.” The older cadet pouted, looking him in the eye. “No….tonight I am behaving, just good old fashioned dancing. No sexpectations.” He winked, the corners of his mouth lifting in a light hearted smile. “Just friend’s right?”
“Right.” Ianto said softly, evading his gaze as they entered the club. For once the phrase struck a sour chord inside him, in that instant being the thing that he wanted least. Outwardly he was still playing He was lost to the aura of Poseidon, already to just give in now and pull Jack into the deepest kiss of his life, right there in front of the world. It was all he could do to simply pull himself from Jack’s grasp instead.
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She’d just wanted to feel valued again.
And what had happened? That bastard had broken her, sent all herself belief and moral ideals spiralling down the drain. And she hated that. She wanted to blame him, but in the end how could she? How could she blame him for what she had thought, what she had forced herself to believe? The truth of the matter was that Toshiko Sato had let Owen Harper break her. And somehow, knowing that it was all her own fault…that was the hardest part of it to swallow.
The club around her was spinning, blinding lights painting multicolour vortexes across her vision, pulsing in time to the music, dancing in wild abandon like the people around her. It was all so unfamiliar, so alien to her, a new club, and a new environment. She hadn’t been able to let herself retreat back to Poseidon in case he was there, so she’d found somewhere else, a smaller, more densely packed club, filled with more glittering lights than a thousand galaxies. She’d begun drinking to forget, to lose herself and become something new, to become the secret self that she knew alcohol would exorcise from her. She needed to be someone else that night, someone who wasn’t Toshiko, someone who didn’t seem to misjudge every relationship and always manage to fall short somewhere down the line. She needed an escape…
So when a pretty blonde had approached her, with full pink lips, smoky eyes and a soft expression, Tosh had leapt upon the chance like her life depended on it. She had thrown herself into the dancing, traced the woman’s curves anonymously with her hands as they had swayed to the music, bodies pressed together in the confined space. She had gripped her face in earnest as they kissed on the dance floor, still moving, the other woman’s hands moving down her body to cradle her hips. She had let herself be carried away by the wave of lust and alcohol as the woman led her outside, pushing her flush against a wall and taking her mouth into a full kiss, hands everywhere and anywhere, moving, caressing, a constant sensation on her skin. They had stayed there for as long as possible, before the need to breathe became too great and they both separated, panting, hands still tightly gripping each other’s shoulders. It was only then that Tosh let herself look into the woman’s eyes and utter her name, the amount of alcohol racing through her system too great to let her blush.
“Toshiko?” The woman smiled, reaching up gently to stroke a stray strand of hair out of the other cadet’s face. She gazed at her, letting her hand drop down to Tosh’s chest, resting just above her racing heart. “That’s a beautiful name.” She nodded, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to the skin below Toshiko’s left ear, her warm breath tickling again the now cool skin. “I suppose you want my name now too?”
“…..Yes.” Toshiko almost sighed, unable to say anything else as the woman pressed another row of kisses to her neck, before lifting her head again so she could whisper into her ear.
“Mary.” The velvet like voice said smoothly. “My name’s Mary.”
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Ianto Jones was beginning to hate himself.
Or at the very least…he was starting to hate the ultimatum he had attached to his friendship with Jack.
It was impossible with the man himself being so close, for Ianto to not feel like this, especially now that he could feel the faint rush of hyper vodka ebbing through him. It was just all too intimate, all too close; the humid air of the club almost seeming to push them together, the constant abuse of pheromones on his nostrils pushing his mind over the edge of his own reasoning. It didn’t help with Jack always being in some kind of contact with him either, a hand always resting on his arm, or his shoulder as they talked over the noise, leaning against the bar. It felt almost surreal, them both standing there, glasses in their hands as they continued to throw back shots of alcohol, laughing and joking the more shots they drank. It had even surprised him how little he was bothered by John’s presence too, even though for the majority of time the man had been standing beside them at the bar, a stunning blonde freshie wound around him, her lips most definitely attached to his. They were so open, so together that the younger cadet could barely tear his eyes from them. Ianto had even found himself searching Jack’s face for any trace of jealousy, but he had found none, only the same glimmer of omnipresent lust that Jack seemed to take with him everywhere.
“Jealous?” Jack laughed, noticing how fixated Ianto seemed to be with John and the girl.
“Course not.” The younger man smiled, sipping at his drink and trying to avoid the other man’s gaze.
“Shame.”
“What is?” Ianto barely managed to yell above the din.
“Just that you’re not jealous.” Jack winked, throwing back the rest of his drink before continuing. “You and I could do so much better than that….”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about Jack.”
“Of course you don’t.” The older cadet shook his head, grinning and leaning forward slightly, so that his face was just inches from Ianto’s, blue eyes staring into his intently. The younger man could almost feel the pure sexual energy pulse in between them, piercing his pupils and sending shivers reverberating backwards through his skull. Ianto tried to move back, but a hand on the back of his neck kept him in place, holding his face right in front of Jack’s. No escaping him this time….Nowhere left to hide…. “Not as innocent as you pretend to be are you Jones?” The other cadet smirked, tilting his head and leaning in even closer, his breath tickling Ianto’s mouth. The older cadet’s lips twitched softly, almost as if he were kissing the air that now filled the very short distance between both their lips. Just a fraction of an inch closer and they’d be kissing, and there really would be no going back. For either of them.
Ianto’s breath was catching in his throat, the cocktail of alcohol in his bloodstream making his diaphragm move erratically, each intake of breath growing in impatience and frustration. It was all wrong, he was well aware of that, knew perfectly well that he should get away and stop himself from getting too close to the fire that was Jack Harkness. But he didn’t. Couldn’t. Instead, Ianto merely closed his eyes, awaiting the inevitable, awaiting Jack’s lips to suddenly land on his and for everything else to just melt away into white noise around them. It was what he wanted, what he felt like he needed. Fuck all the friendship, fuck the last two months. Why couldn’t he just accept the one thing that Jack could give him? Why fight him? Why fight himself? For once, Ianto Jones had never been so eager to give in ….
“Lucky for you though….” Jack spoke after what felt like an age of indecision, pulling away from Ianto as soon as he opened his eyes. “I said I was behaving tonight. I stand by that.” He nodded softly, taking a step back and looking over to where John seemed to have disentangled himself from the girl, leaving Ianto feeling weak. He was unsteady, dazed and confused, his body over taken by the pure feeling of frustrated lust that seemed to pool beneath his skin, ebbing and bubbling like something unreal. He had been so close to losing it all…and at that moment, Jack had decided to remember his promise.
“So….” Jack laughed, his voice suddenly sounding in Ianto’s head again as he became aware of the conversation happening beside him. “Back with us John?”
“Envious much Jack?” The other man winked, stroking a single finger along the blonde woman’s cheek. “Can’t help but notice you’ve enjoyed very little action tonight.” John smirked, glancing over to where Ianto was stood beside them. “I suggest bringing a better date.”
“I suggest bringing better friends.” Ianto almost growled back, taking a large sip from his hyper vodka and rolling his eyes.
“Hey….come on kids.” Jack said quickly, moving to stand in between Ianto and the blonde girl. “Play nice.”
“Not my fault some people don’t even want to play at all.” This time it was John’s turn to roll his eyes, giving Ianto a wicked look.
“Quit it with the cheap jokes alright?”
“You’re no fun.”
“Sure I’m not…Anyway…..” Jack paused, glancing to his right to look at the woman stood directly in between him and John. “Were you ever planning on introducing us?” He laughed softly, his eyes fixed on hers as she gave him a coy look from behind her hair.
“Oh…errr… yeah. Sure.” John shook his head, swallowing down a shot of vodka whole. “Jack….this is….umm….”
“Aimee.” The blonde girl rolled her eyes quickly, before throwing what Ianto would have described her very best grin at Jack. “And you’re the famous Jack Harkness then? I’ve heard all about you…..” She raised an eyebrow suggestively.
“Oh really?” Jack laughed cockily, keeping eye contact with her. “Like what you’ve heard so far?”
“It was…..” Aimee smiled wittily, sweeping her hair out of her eyes. “Intriguing; to say the very least.”
“I hope what you’ve heard came from a reliable source.” Jack grinned, quickly looking back to John. “Because there’s a lot of false information drifting around TARA.”
“I think I know who to believe. Besides……I’m still interested, one way or another.”
“Interested enough to find out more?” The older cadet smirked, holding out his hand to her.
“I’d say so.” She glanced at John, before giving him an apologetic look and taking Jack’s hand. “Thanks John…..” She paused, a brief look of awkwardness gracing her features as she managed to add. “It was fun.”
Ianto felt abandoned, forced to watch on just like John as the pair were engulfed by the crowd, Jack wrapping his arms around Aimee’s waist, the grey of his shirt complimenting the purple shine of her dress. Ianto actually felt a wave of nausea sweep up through his body, tingling at the back of his throat. Jealousy. Except it was real this time, an ominous, true feeling mingling inside him with the other emotions that were now coursing through his body. Jack Harkness had made him feel like nothing, made him feel like it didn’t mean anything for him to be there at Poseidon, just because he had refused to give Jack the one thing that he wanted from him. Was that what Ianto deserved? To be ignored and forgotten just because he hadn’t up until that very moment wanted sex with the other man? Was that a crime now? And then, right at the moment where Ianto was even beginning to think of reconsidering, Jack had left him, abandoned him, just to go and chase his latest conquest. It sickened him, the worst part being the realisation that Jack no longer wanted him that way. It seemed that Ianto Jones had lost his chance….
“I guess it’s just you and me then eye candy.” John grinned, quickly regaining his ego after Jack had left. He turned to the barman, indicating for him to send Ianto and him both some more drinks. “Here…” He nodded down to the two tumblers of hyper vodka. “My treat.”
“Aren’t you angry?” Ianto said quickly, his words barely clearing the barrier of sound pulsing around them. “I mean….he’s just taken Aimee….”
“He can have her; it was our second night together anyway. Maybe this way I’ll find something fresh.” The older cadet laughed, slinging back one of the measures of alcohol in one go before looking at Ianto. “Why? Are you?”
“Of course not.” Ianto shook his head quickly. “We’re friends, why would I be?”
“Suuuuuure.” John chuckled, downing his second glass just as Ianto tentatively sipped at his first. “I’m not stupid, just because Jack misses all those little looks of yours doesn’t mean I do you know.”
“What looks?”
“Don’t play innocent with me!” The other cadet scoffed. “I know what effect Jack has on people. Believe me, it’s completely understandable. If slightly hilarious too.”
“We’re not like that John.” Ianto replied, sighing as he traced his finger round the rim of his drink’s glass. “That might be what you and Jack have, but we’re completely different.” The words hit him like a lie as soon as he uttered them, but Ianto carried on. “We don’t feel about each other that way.”
“You do. You just daren’t act on it.” The older man smiled knowingly, leaning back against the bar. “Bit pathetic if you ask me.”
“And what would you know?”
“Plenty.” John laughed, stepping closer to him. “And I’ll tell you something too.”
“And what would that be?”
“Jack…..He’s not worth getting jealous over. You realise that right?”
“What makes you say that?” Ianto cocked an eyebrow, downing the rest of his vodka in a single motion.
“Aside from the emotional detachment?” He chuckled, glancing across the dance floor in satisfaction. “There are plenty of other great lays at the Academy.” The older cadet grinned, meeting Ianto’s gaze and purposely winking. “You only have to ask.”
“I’m not sleeping with you John.”
“We’ll see.”
“No…..we won’t.”
“Whatever eye candy.” John smirked sickeningly, backing off slightly into the crowd. “Offer’s there if you need it anyway.” And then, in a blink of an eye, he was lost to the dance floor in the same way that Jack had been.
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