Doppelganger - Chapter 1. Shapeless
Title: Doppelganger (1/22 + epilogue)
Chapter Title: 1. Shapeless
Rating: PG to eventually NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Real Person (it is supposed to be a surpise but duh!)
Warnings/Spoilers: Real people make appearances in here. M/M kissing, but very brief. Spoilers for all of S1 & 2 of Torchwood and the equivalent Doctor Who.
Disclaimer: None of them are mine, but oh how I wish. Jack might get returned dirty but he likes it that way, but Ianto will be very, very clean I can guarantee when I finally decide to return him
Summary: Ok this is an interesting little plot bunny that started off with an idea from the wonderful raphaellover and then well and truly exploded once she told me about it. It involves our three remaining T3 members, a bit of Shakespeare at the Millenium Centre and an Alien that likes leaving presents around.
Please let me know of any mistakes as this is my first real attempt at a plotted fic. Any questions / corrections / suggestions will be very welcome. Originally I wasn't sure if I wanted this to see the light of day apart from a select few who I think appreciated the possible twisted mentality of it. It will end up as NC-17 I can definitely guarantee it! But patience is apparently a virtue...
1. Shapeless
“I still don’t get why they like to wear such baggy jeans,” complained Ianto as he fidgeted with the belt trying to get the jeans to fit right.
Jack slapped his hands away as he took over sorting out the jeans from the annoyed younger man.
“He does have a nice arse, just like yours, maybe he likes to hide his light under a bushel,” Jack commented to Ianto, as he squeezed Ianto’s arse and waggled his eyebrows. At this statement Ianto flickered his eyes upwards to Jack, a little unsure how to take it. He knew that Jack flirted with anything that moved and normally it never affected him, but Jack’s obvious interest in the scruffy actor made him a little concerned.
Jack saw the confusion on his lover’s face and leaned in for a quick kiss.
“Surely with your family eye you noticed too? Especially considering he looks just like you. It must be like looking in a mirror! Hmmm, two hot Welshmen, one neat and one not so much,” Jack murmured to himself as he continued adjusting the jeans on Ianto. At the last comment, Ianto slapped Jack’s hands away.
“He doesn’t look like me at all, he’s taller,” Ianto responded.
Jack leaned back against his desk and folded his arms as he looked quizzically at the younger man.
“He’s exactly the same height as you and you look enough alike that you could be twins,” Jack stated as he stared at Ianto in confusion. Ianto stared right back with a look of confusion on his face.
“He’s Welsh and a bit taller than me, I concede our hair is the same colour but we don’t look alike at all,” Ianto reiterated as he now started fidgeting with the hooded top, trying to pull the sides down lower over the jeans.
Jack stood up away from the desk and took Ianto’s hands in both of his. He directed the younger man over to the screen where there was CCTV vision of a perfect doppelganger of Ianto sitting at the Boardroom table. It was only a perfect doppelganger of Ianto in looks though. Instead of the normal perfect calm and assured posture of Ianto that Jack had covertly watched around that table for many a meeting, this version of Ianto was slouched in one of the middle chairs wearing a similar outfit to what the normally be-suited Ianto was currently wearing. The scruffy version of Ianto was twiddling with a cup of coffee on the table with his left hand while in his right he was playing with a lighter. The face that Jack made Ianto look at was so close to his lover’s that he had trouble telling them apart. Jack was confused as well, thinking about all the days and nights that he had spent staring and memorising Ianto’s face, trying to burn every little part of it into his memory for when Ianto would no longer be around. So it was strange to be confused by this perfect twin of his lover.
Chapter 2 this way
Chapter Title: 1. Shapeless
Rating: PG to eventually NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Real Person (it is supposed to be a surpise but duh!)
Warnings/Spoilers: Real people make appearances in here. M/M kissing, but very brief. Spoilers for all of S1 & 2 of Torchwood and the equivalent Doctor Who.
Disclaimer: None of them are mine, but oh how I wish. Jack might get returned dirty but he likes it that way, but Ianto will be very, very clean I can guarantee when I finally decide to return him
Summary: Ok this is an interesting little plot bunny that started off with an idea from the wonderful raphaellover and then well and truly exploded once she told me about it. It involves our three remaining T3 members, a bit of Shakespeare at the Millenium Centre and an Alien that likes leaving presents around.
Please let me know of any mistakes as this is my first real attempt at a plotted fic. Any questions / corrections / suggestions will be very welcome. Originally I wasn't sure if I wanted this to see the light of day apart from a select few who I think appreciated the possible twisted mentality of it. It will end up as NC-17 I can definitely guarantee it! But patience is apparently a virtue...
1. Shapeless
“I still don’t get why they like to wear such baggy jeans,” complained Ianto as he fidgeted with the belt trying to get the jeans to fit right.
Jack slapped his hands away as he took over sorting out the jeans from the annoyed younger man.
“He does have a nice arse, just like yours, maybe he likes to hide his light under a bushel,” Jack commented to Ianto, as he squeezed Ianto’s arse and waggled his eyebrows. At this statement Ianto flickered his eyes upwards to Jack, a little unsure how to take it. He knew that Jack flirted with anything that moved and normally it never affected him, but Jack’s obvious interest in the scruffy actor made him a little concerned.
Jack saw the confusion on his lover’s face and leaned in for a quick kiss.
“Surely with your family eye you noticed too? Especially considering he looks just like you. It must be like looking in a mirror! Hmmm, two hot Welshmen, one neat and one not so much,” Jack murmured to himself as he continued adjusting the jeans on Ianto. At the last comment, Ianto slapped Jack’s hands away.
“He doesn’t look like me at all, he’s taller,” Ianto responded.
Jack leaned back against his desk and folded his arms as he looked quizzically at the younger man.
“He’s exactly the same height as you and you look enough alike that you could be twins,” Jack stated as he stared at Ianto in confusion. Ianto stared right back with a look of confusion on his face.
“He’s Welsh and a bit taller than me, I concede our hair is the same colour but we don’t look alike at all,” Ianto reiterated as he now started fidgeting with the hooded top, trying to pull the sides down lower over the jeans.
Jack stood up away from the desk and took Ianto’s hands in both of his. He directed the younger man over to the screen where there was CCTV vision of a perfect doppelganger of Ianto sitting at the Boardroom table. It was only a perfect doppelganger of Ianto in looks though. Instead of the normal perfect calm and assured posture of Ianto that Jack had covertly watched around that table for many a meeting, this version of Ianto was slouched in one of the middle chairs wearing a similar outfit to what the normally be-suited Ianto was currently wearing. The scruffy version of Ianto was twiddling with a cup of coffee on the table with his left hand while in his right he was playing with a lighter. The face that Jack made Ianto look at was so close to his lover’s that he had trouble telling them apart. Jack was confused as well, thinking about all the days and nights that he had spent staring and memorising Ianto’s face, trying to burn every little part of it into his memory for when Ianto would no longer be around. So it was strange to be confused by this perfect twin of his lover.
Chapter 2 this way