Secrets, Lies and Memories
Title: Secrets, Lies and Memories
Fandom: Torchwood and Doctor Who
Pairings: Ianto Jones/Various
Rating: Ranging from PG to NC-17 for sex and language
Warnings: Ianto!Angst-a-plenty / Slash
Spoilers: To be safe I'd say spoilers for both seasons of Torchwood. No real Doctor Who spoilers.
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who or Torchwood, or any of the characters therein. More's the pity.
Description: Eleven interlinking drabbles, each containing exactly 100 words.
Afterthoughts
Ianto fell back, panting, his body flushed and damp. He was naked, laid on a familiar long coat spread out on the cold floor.
His lover, lying next to him, rolled over onto his side and leant his head on his hand, watching Ianto's chest as it rose up and down, slowing down now he was getting his breath back. Ianto looked into the expressive eyes of the tall, handsome, utterly... amazing man who had just given him biggest orgasm since… he couldn't remember when.
Then Ianto turned away as a single tear ran down his face, unseen.
He remembered.
Memories of Comfort
Ianto was being shaken vigorously.
"Gerroff…" he muttered, half-asleep.
"Ianto! Oi! We're late!"
Ianto squinted at the alarm clock. "Oh shit."
Lisa was pulling the duvet off him. It was freezing.
Ianto growled and rolled over on to Lisa, nuzzling the warm, dark skin of her neck. Lisa giggled and batted at him.
"Yvonne is going to sack us both!"
"I don't care… we can just stay in bed, then." said Ianto.
He looked into her brown eyes. If he could capture this moment, he'd never want for anything again.
As they kissed, he knew they'd be like this forever.
Memories of Desperation
Ianto's back was bruised and he was still recovering his breath as he walked away from the Captain. The weight of the man on top of him a few seconds ago had felt strangely right. Like the contours of their bodies fitted together.
But he'd failed again. Lisa needed him, and if what they had just been though with the pterodactyl hadn't changed the Captain's mind, then nothing would.
But then... what did he just say? He'd got the job! Ianto kept on walking, his face wet with tears.
Not long now, my darling. It's all going to be okay.
Memories of Healing
Jack sipped his coffee. "Mmm. Best you ever brewed."
Ianto blushed. "Thank you, Sir. New blend."
Jack peered into his eyes. "You look tired. You okay?"
Ianto nodded. "I got rid of the rest of Lisa's stuff today. Clothes and things."
"That's good. Sometimes you just have to move on." It wasn't said coldly, but with understanding.
Ianto nodded. "It was hard, but I feel better. My head was a mess. And you were right, about everything..." His lip was trembling.
"Hey..." Jack squeezed his shoulder comfortingly.
It felt good. Ianto closed his eyes.
Maybe moving on wasn't an impossibility.
Memories of Pleasure
Ianto was balancing on the edge of the office chair, sitting hotly between Jack's thighs, his back to him. They were watching themselves making love on the Hub's big screen; the results of the previous night's CCTV game that Jack enjoyed so much.
They played the game often, when everyone went home. Ianto could never resist re-watching the footage, alone, just before he wiped the tapes early in the morning.
Jack's arm cradled him and his hand, wrapped around Ianto's erection, squeezed, waited, stroked, with practised precision. As Ianto came hard with a groan, his unspoken thought was I love you.
Memories of Jealousy
"It's not his real name?" What other lies were there?
The relief Ianto had felt when Jack had come back from the dead, after losing hope, had been replaced with more agony when Jack had gone missing, and now... this.
Toshiko's revelations of what had happened in 1941 had sent his head spinning. He hadn't said a word when Tosh had told him, when she'd innocently cooed about how Jack had fallen in love with the real Captain, how they'd danced and kissed in public, and wasn't it lovely.
Secrets and lies, that's all he and Jack had ever been.
Memories of Suspicion
My God. Are they all like that wherever Jack comes from? What an arrogant dick! Thinks he's God's gift. He can have anyone, probably had most of Cardiff by now, does he have to sniff around Jack like he wants to hump his leg?
If he calls me Eye Candy again, I'll punch his fucking lights out.
He's no good, that John Hart. Captain, my arse. He's up to something. Look at the way Jack is looking at him.
They're doing it, aren't they? Not just history, but they're shagging each other again.
Probably laughing at me behind my back.
And Now
Ianto opened his eyes. He shouldn't think about the past so much. All it did was make him feel worse. His lips parted as gentle fingers stroked the hair away from his moist forehead and then a warm index finger lazily ran down his cheek, trailed along his throat, chest… down.
Long fingers curled around his cock, already hardening again. Ianto gave an involuntary moan.
"Don't…" Ianto murmured. "I should be getting back."
"You won't be missed."
Ianto looked up sharply. "He does care about me, you know." He was surprised at the note of hurt in his own voice.
Aftershocks
The Doctor sighed, then sat up and reached for the crumpled shirt and brown pinstriped suit on the floor next to him.
"I didn't mean that. We're in the TARDIS, remember? I can drop you off a few seconds after you left." He thrust his arm into a shirt sleeve a little harder than he needed to.
Ianto reddened, but didn't reply as he began to dress.
What about…? Ianto looked up suddenly. "Have you and Jack...?"
The Doctor raised his eyebrow. That expressive eyebrow that Ianto liked to trace with his tongue.
"Would it bother you if we had?"
Doubts
Jack and his namesake. John Hart. Every man, woman and alien Jack had fucked and flirted with for the last year. Ianto knew there'd been lots and there'd be more. Jack was Jack; he had to learn to accept that. So why did it hurt so much?
"Is this why you're here? Getting your own back?"
Ianto considered. Was that why? He thought of Lisa, back before she was ripped apart and turned into metal. He'd known what he was back then, what he wanted. What they both wanted. How had he ended up here?
"I don't know," Ianto murmured.
Uncomfortable Truths
The Doctor approached, picking up his coat on the way. He reached out, ran talented fingers down Ianto's cheek.
"It's just sex, Ianto. No emotions, no complications, no attachments. Comfort from the horrors of the universe, needs to be fulfilled. That's why you're here." The fingers withdrew.
Ianto turned to leave. As he reached the doors he stopped.
Eye Candy.
"When can I see you again?"
The Doctor nodded towards Martha's mobile phone on the console. "You've got my number."
Yeah, thought Ianto as he stepped out of the blue doors and back into the Hub.
And you've got mine.
...
Fandom: Torchwood and Doctor Who
Pairings: Ianto Jones/Various
Rating: Ranging from PG to NC-17 for sex and language
Warnings: Ianto!Angst-a-plenty / Slash
Spoilers: To be safe I'd say spoilers for both seasons of Torchwood. No real Doctor Who spoilers.
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who or Torchwood, or any of the characters therein. More's the pity.
Description: Eleven interlinking drabbles, each containing exactly 100 words.
Afterthoughts
Ianto fell back, panting, his body flushed and damp. He was naked, laid on a familiar long coat spread out on the cold floor.
His lover, lying next to him, rolled over onto his side and leant his head on his hand, watching Ianto's chest as it rose up and down, slowing down now he was getting his breath back. Ianto looked into the expressive eyes of the tall, handsome, utterly... amazing man who had just given him biggest orgasm since… he couldn't remember when.
Then Ianto turned away as a single tear ran down his face, unseen.
He remembered.
Memories of Comfort
Ianto was being shaken vigorously.
"Gerroff…" he muttered, half-asleep.
"Ianto! Oi! We're late!"
Ianto squinted at the alarm clock. "Oh shit."
Lisa was pulling the duvet off him. It was freezing.
Ianto growled and rolled over on to Lisa, nuzzling the warm, dark skin of her neck. Lisa giggled and batted at him.
"Yvonne is going to sack us both!"
"I don't care… we can just stay in bed, then." said Ianto.
He looked into her brown eyes. If he could capture this moment, he'd never want for anything again.
As they kissed, he knew they'd be like this forever.
Memories of Desperation
Ianto's back was bruised and he was still recovering his breath as he walked away from the Captain. The weight of the man on top of him a few seconds ago had felt strangely right. Like the contours of their bodies fitted together.
But he'd failed again. Lisa needed him, and if what they had just been though with the pterodactyl hadn't changed the Captain's mind, then nothing would.
But then... what did he just say? He'd got the job! Ianto kept on walking, his face wet with tears.
Not long now, my darling. It's all going to be okay.
Memories of Healing
Jack sipped his coffee. "Mmm. Best you ever brewed."
Ianto blushed. "Thank you, Sir. New blend."
Jack peered into his eyes. "You look tired. You okay?"
Ianto nodded. "I got rid of the rest of Lisa's stuff today. Clothes and things."
"That's good. Sometimes you just have to move on." It wasn't said coldly, but with understanding.
Ianto nodded. "It was hard, but I feel better. My head was a mess. And you were right, about everything..." His lip was trembling.
"Hey..." Jack squeezed his shoulder comfortingly.
It felt good. Ianto closed his eyes.
Maybe moving on wasn't an impossibility.
Memories of Pleasure
Ianto was balancing on the edge of the office chair, sitting hotly between Jack's thighs, his back to him. They were watching themselves making love on the Hub's big screen; the results of the previous night's CCTV game that Jack enjoyed so much.
They played the game often, when everyone went home. Ianto could never resist re-watching the footage, alone, just before he wiped the tapes early in the morning.
Jack's arm cradled him and his hand, wrapped around Ianto's erection, squeezed, waited, stroked, with practised precision. As Ianto came hard with a groan, his unspoken thought was I love you.
Memories of Jealousy
"It's not his real name?" What other lies were there?
The relief Ianto had felt when Jack had come back from the dead, after losing hope, had been replaced with more agony when Jack had gone missing, and now... this.
Toshiko's revelations of what had happened in 1941 had sent his head spinning. He hadn't said a word when Tosh had told him, when she'd innocently cooed about how Jack had fallen in love with the real Captain, how they'd danced and kissed in public, and wasn't it lovely.
Secrets and lies, that's all he and Jack had ever been.
Memories of Suspicion
My God. Are they all like that wherever Jack comes from? What an arrogant dick! Thinks he's God's gift. He can have anyone, probably had most of Cardiff by now, does he have to sniff around Jack like he wants to hump his leg?
If he calls me Eye Candy again, I'll punch his fucking lights out.
He's no good, that John Hart. Captain, my arse. He's up to something. Look at the way Jack is looking at him.
They're doing it, aren't they? Not just history, but they're shagging each other again.
Probably laughing at me behind my back.
And Now
Ianto opened his eyes. He shouldn't think about the past so much. All it did was make him feel worse. His lips parted as gentle fingers stroked the hair away from his moist forehead and then a warm index finger lazily ran down his cheek, trailed along his throat, chest… down.
Long fingers curled around his cock, already hardening again. Ianto gave an involuntary moan.
"Don't…" Ianto murmured. "I should be getting back."
"You won't be missed."
Ianto looked up sharply. "He does care about me, you know." He was surprised at the note of hurt in his own voice.
Aftershocks
The Doctor sighed, then sat up and reached for the crumpled shirt and brown pinstriped suit on the floor next to him.
"I didn't mean that. We're in the TARDIS, remember? I can drop you off a few seconds after you left." He thrust his arm into a shirt sleeve a little harder than he needed to.
Ianto reddened, but didn't reply as he began to dress.
What about…? Ianto looked up suddenly. "Have you and Jack...?"
The Doctor raised his eyebrow. That expressive eyebrow that Ianto liked to trace with his tongue.
"Would it bother you if we had?"
Doubts
Jack and his namesake. John Hart. Every man, woman and alien Jack had fucked and flirted with for the last year. Ianto knew there'd been lots and there'd be more. Jack was Jack; he had to learn to accept that. So why did it hurt so much?
"Is this why you're here? Getting your own back?"
Ianto considered. Was that why? He thought of Lisa, back before she was ripped apart and turned into metal. He'd known what he was back then, what he wanted. What they both wanted. How had he ended up here?
"I don't know," Ianto murmured.
Uncomfortable Truths
The Doctor approached, picking up his coat on the way. He reached out, ran talented fingers down Ianto's cheek.
"It's just sex, Ianto. No emotions, no complications, no attachments. Comfort from the horrors of the universe, needs to be fulfilled. That's why you're here." The fingers withdrew.
Ianto turned to leave. As he reached the doors he stopped.
Eye Candy.
"When can I see you again?"
The Doctor nodded towards Martha's mobile phone on the console. "You've got my number."
Yeah, thought Ianto as he stepped out of the blue doors and back into the Hub.
And you've got mine.
...