Title: Tales of A Time Agency - 8 B/?
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 Chapter Eight A
There had to be something wrong with him.
There was no other explanation for it.
Or at least, that’s what Owen Harper thought as he turned down yet another pretty brunette at the club.
He turned his back on the crowd, taking his bottled drink in his hand and downing half of it in one long gulp. Placing it back down onto the bar he closed his eyes, letting his head drop back, exposing his neck to the oppressive air that surrounded him. For a split second he could feel soft lips nipping at his skin, feel that luscious brown hair brushing against his face. Owen’s eyes snapped open, the hands shooting up to his neck and rubbing curiously at his skin. There was nothing there, of course there wasn’t. It was perfectly normal for him to be feeling like this, his scientific mind deducing that alcohol, sexual frustration and the lithium he’d prescribed himself before leaving his flat were simply acting against him. He took another sip from his drink, ignoring the sight of pretty dark eyes flashing before his mind’s eye and wincing slightly at the memory. Chemicals; lithium, ethanol, methanol, Epinephrine….if he listed them in his head it stopped his mind from wandering else where.
From wandering back to her.
Back to a place where every cell in his body was telling him that it shouldn’t even be.
As if on cue, a hand rested tentatively on his arm, pretty green eyes meeting with his and enquiring whether or not he would like another drink. Owen shook his head decisively, raising the bottle to show her before taking another gulp of the bitter liquid and swallowing it down. The woman stopped and watched him in earnest, holding out a cigarette as a hopeful offering to him, her mouth opening out into a friendly smile. He took one look at her, eyes drinking in the red lips, before weighing up the length of her neck and down across the curves of her body. She was beautiful; he had to give her that. But not the right kind of beauty. Not the unique beauty that he was looking for that night. Any night. Not since her. Toshiko. The woman who he had barely noticed until she had been gone….
Batting the girl’s hand away, he grunted at her and turned his back, sensing her sigh and leave him to it. He couldn’t help but feel an odd sense of relief once he was alone again, finally feeling able to throw another 4 credits across the bar and order another two drinks for himself. It was a regular occurrence for him, a routine, the familiar face of the bar man a constant reminder of his habit every night. Except, that night things were different. Because deep down, Owen Harper knew that he would be going home alone….
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Jealousy.
An exquisite pain, made up of lust, regret and enduring passion.
Or at least that was how Ianto saw it, and it seemed that every fresh drink of alcohol made that realisation that little bit clearer.
He had gone through every emotion possible in the past hour, experiencing everything as he watched Jack and Aimee on the dance floor, watching him dance with her in the same way that he had danced with him that first night he had been at the academy. He’d seen him use them all on her, every one of Jack’s tricks, every one of his ploys to charm and to seduce. He’d watched in envy as they’d swayed to the music, been unable to look away as Jack bent his head to press gentle kisses to the back of the woman’s neck, visions of Jack doing the same to him flashing across his eyes in torrents. He’d forced himself to keep on watching as Aimee whirled round in Jack’s arms, her lips hungrily meeting Jack’s just like Ianto wished that his could right then. He was desperate to tear her from him, pull her from Jack’s arms and then with the same strength pull the older cadet into a kiss to end all kisses. It was all he wanted, all he desired. Jealousy, that green tongued beast had gotten the best of him, and Ianto hated every second.
It was late, but Ianto kept on drinking, standing alone at the bar, eyes still fixed on the couple. They were leaving now; arm’s entwined so that they almost became unrecognisable in the low light. He was at a loss of what to do as he saw the door close behind them, leaving him feeling well and truly alone. Rejected, although a part of him knew that this was the most ridiculous emotion. He was the one who had rejected Jack, the man who had wanted their relationship to be like this, the one who had created that “no sex” rule in the first place. Had this how he had made Jack feel? Ianto laughed at the idea. Of course this wasn’t how Jack had felt after he had rejected him. Jack had his lifestyle to fall back on, someone else who would gladly fuck him. Was that what Ianto needed? Someone like that? Someone to make him feel desirable again?
As he glanced around the club, Ianto looked for his solution. Most people had paired off, either retreating to the darker corners of the dance floor, or leaving altogether. In his alcohol induced state everyone seemed equally attractive, yet despite the chemicals flowing through his blood stream he still lacked the confidence to try something with any of them. Ianto sighed…he could never live his life like Jack. They were completely dissimilar in that sense, opposites. How did Jack have the arrogance to think that he could have whoever he wanted in a heartbeat?
“Still here then?” An arrogant voice sounded behind him, causing Ianto to spin round and find himself face to face with John Hart. “You surprise me Jones.”
“Was just thinking about leaving actually.”
“On your own?”
“It does happen John.”
“Not to people like you though eye candy.” The other man chuckled, standing beside him at the bar. “People like you don’t last two seconds in here by getting snapped up by someone.”
“People like me?”
“Yeah. Young, tall, dark……” John paused, averting his gaze and taking a sip from his drink. “…..Gorgeous.”
“Please…” Ianto rolled his eyes, shaking his head before looking back to John. “That isn’t me.”
“Aren’t I allowed to have an opinion?”
“I didn’t say that-”
“The shut it eye candy.” The older man replied quickly, smirking as he watched a soft smile break out across Ianto’s face. “Anyway, like I was saying; you’d be crawling in interest if you weren’t so choosy.”
“Excuse me?”
“Oh come on Ianto, you’re hardly easy are you?” John grinned, nudging his arm. “Which is a waste if you ask me.”
“You would say that.”
“Can I ask you a question?” John said suddenly, looking at him intently.
“If you want. Just don’t expect an answer.”
“I’m being serious.” The other cadet replied blankly before continuing. “Its possible occasionally. But tell me, why are you acting so repressed? It makes no sense.”
“I’m not repressed.”
“Then what are you then?”
“Like you said…” Ianto paused, actually taking the time to look him in the eye. “I’m just choosy. I want it to mean something; I want sex to have a meaning for me.”
“And having fun with another person isn’t enough of a meaning for you?”
“I didn’t used to think so.”
“So you’ve changed your mind?”
“What makes you say that?”
“You answered in the past tense.”
“Maybe I have….” Ianto sighed, idly fiddling with the hem of his shirt. “I suppose it’s hard not to get pulled into it all here. Sex seems to be the answer to everything.”
“It is.” John smiled. “Or it is for most things anyway.”
“So you’d still sleep with me then?”
“If you asked me to nicely.” The older man grinned, running a hand through his hair. “I’ll try anything once.”
Ianto Jones was faced with yet another decision. He could follow his animal lust, and alcohol fuelled haze and sleep with John, or he could walk away and go home. At first the choice seemed easy, but as Ianto continued to look into John’s grey eyes, his own mind started to think out of control. Why did he think his lifestyle was all that better than John’s? Had it gotten him anywhere? Really? Did John have a point? Why was he so against the care free lifestyle that so many of the people around him had decided to adopt? It seemed to be working for them, and more importantly it seemed to be working out well for both Jack and John. The more he thought about it, the less and less sense monogamy made in his head. After all, why was Ianto Jones trying to imprint monogamist views onto a polygamist society? Was he so arrogant that he thought he could change it all?
Poseidon faded into a blur as Ianto felt his body leap forward of its own accord, pressing itself into the contours of John’s, his lips frantically seeking the older man’s before he could reconsider. The body in front of him froze, almost in shock, before he felt a pair of strong hands grasp his hips, sliding up his sides, taking in every expanse of his back. John was fully kissing him back now as Ianto pressed him back now into the bar, his lips moving without direction, craving John’s as Ianto snaked one hand up the older man’s shoulder and into his hair. Leaning against him fully now, Ianto instinctively deepened the kiss, eyes clamped shut and brain determined to only feel. They were clumsy, stumbling slightly, unsteady from the alcohol that was dulling their brains as the kiss went on and on, tongues clashing, rolling and battling in some frantic dance for dominance. Ianto could feel every part of his body shudder with the contact, every move that John made against him seeming deliberate, built to tease him right to the very edge of his sanity and make him want it all so much. It was working too, as when they finally parted to breathe, Ianto found himself pressing his erection hard into John’s thigh.
“Wow……” The older cadet breathed, holding onto Ianto’s face in front of him. “….Didn’t expect that….”
“Neither did I.”
“Let me finish….” John grinned. “I mean I didn’t expect that to be….so amazing.”
“Like I said….” Ianto smirked in his reply. “Neither did I.”
“But I thought….”
“You thought what?”
“Jack…..he’s the one your interested in. Not me.”
“Who says?” Ianto grinned, pushing himself closer to John, wanting to keep this feeling alive no matter what. “Forget Jack.”
“Done.” John grinned, letting his hands move down Ianto’s back and onto his arse.“ But you’re sure you want to do this? Really?”
“Surely I’ve made that obvious.”
“Yeah, but you got to be sure.” The other man smiled, pressing a kiss just below Ianto’s ear and whispering. “Not that I don’t mind being a rebound shag, but just so we’re clear.”
“We’re clear….” Ianto smirked, lust blackening his eyes as he tilted his head to kiss John again, wanting to feel that same intensity spark between them as he pushed his tongue into his mouth. “Shall we leave?”
“Thought you’d never ask.” John laughed, pushing him away and throwing down some credits onto the bar. “Although you’re coming home with me……it’s closer.”
Ianto Jones had made his choice. The fact that it was John didn’t matter, his bitterness towards the man buried by a pure and unadulterated sexual chemistry that was so strong that it refused to be ignored. The decision had almost been made for him, his head outvoted by every thing else and the feeling that Ianto had gotten from it made him feel more alive than he had done in weeks. It had been so long for him, and now the anticipation felt like it was going to be too much. It was intoxicating, addictive, a drug pummelling its way through his system, not stopping at any morals or logic that crossed its path. Yes, that night Ianto had made a choice. After all, he was a time agent; he may as well start acting like one….
So that’s another chapter of TOATA done, and so here I am, nervously awaiting your response. What did you think? Did you enjoy it? I love to know what you think, since it is my inspiration for this series, so if you have the time I really would appreciate a comment. So if this series has entertained you at all, let me know, since then I know I’m doing my job right! But thank you so much for reading this far, it really does mean the world to me. :)
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