Doppelganger - 18. Concupiscence
Title: Doppelganger (18/22 + epilogue)
Chapter Title: 18. Concupiscence
Rating: NC17
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Gwen, Gareth, Burn, Naoko, OC
Warnings/Spoilers: Real people make appearances in here. 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: If you don't know the meaning of the chapter title, look it up and that will tell you what happens in this chapter! There even gets to be a little bit of plot too...
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17
18. Concupiscence
Davey returned to the rehearsal room and nodded at Ianto to let him know that his friend had delivered the box to the dressing room. Most of the cast and crew had started to wander out for the evening. Tim excused Naoko for the day and she left after a hug and a wave at the boys. Ianto mused at her ability to stay on her feet for the whole day in those heels without complaining once, although he did notice her moving from side to side a little towards the end, obviously trying to make the burning sensation in the balls of her feet more bearable.
Tim and Gareth continued to discuss and block out a few other things and Ianto watched some more. Meanwhile, Toby and David came over to clap him on the back and said that they looked forward to seeing him tomorrow. With a laugh, the two headed off. Ianto noticed that Davey and Burn were still around; they were sitting on the benches over near the door, deep in discussion about something. Ianto wasn’t sure if it was work related, as it seemed to be more of a casual chat. Almost half an hour later, Ianto, Davey and Burn were called over by Tim. Tim told all four to head home, that it had been a productive day and asked Davey to make sure that the IT guys were on hand as they were going to work on the final scene. As they exited out into the corridor, Ianto and Gareth headed back to the dressing room, Davey to Tim’s space to contact the IT guys and Burn and Tim were left to finish their discussion.
Meanwhile, Jack had finally returned to the Hub, sedated weevil over his shoulder. He deposited the weevil into a cell and hurried up to his office to check the CCTV, not noticing the hasty memo Gwen had left on his desk. When he saw the rehearsal room was empty, he flicked over straight away to the camera in the dressing room that he had installed the night before. Sure enough, he caught Gareth entering the room first, followed by Ianto. Jack watched as Gareth headed over towards the far dressing table and a box that was placed on it. He zoomed in as he watched Gareth open the box and pull out an object. Jack recognised it as the one that was given to him yesterday, an extra present they had found later after the initial eight. It was this that Jack had with him yesterday in his greatcoat and he realised it must have fallen out at some stage. He wasn’t sure what to make of it appearing back in the Centre and in a box though.
He watched as Gareth showed the object to Ianto, then both the boys turned towards the door. The door must have shut suddenly, because Ianto ran towards it, and Jack pulled the camera vision back so that he could see Ianto pulling on the door handle, but it seemed that it wouldn’t open. Ianto looked back at Gareth who was holding the object as far away from him as he could while a cloud appeared from it. Jack could see Ianto yelling at Gareth and then Gareth dropped the object and backed away from it, bumping into his dressing table, eyes wide open with shock. Jack leant closer to the screen, trying to ascertain what words were being said. Watching the vision without sound was eerie to say the least and he desperately wanted to know everything that was going on in that room.
The two men were looking at each other as the cloud from the object got bigger and then separated, heading equally towards the two men. Ianto was shaking his head and trying to pull the door open again but he wasn’t succeeding. He had even braced one foot on the door to try and gain some helpful leverage. Jack watched as Ianto paused and then turned to look back over his shoulder at Gareth who had straightened away from the table and was staring at Ianto. Ianto shook his head, no, and then Jack saw Gareth look down at his hands, look up again at Ianto, and then in one rush of movement he sprang across the room towards Ianto. Gareth grabbed Ianto’s face between both his hands, turning his face towards him. Ianto began trying desperately to get the door open again and Jack saw a look of panic on his face, then he was totally shocked to see Gareth lean forward and kiss Ianto full on the mouth. At this sight, Jack turned and leapt over the railings behind his desk, sprinting out the back entrance to the invisible lift. As he bounded onto the lift, pressing his wrist strap as he jumped, he willed it to travel faster; he hopped from foot to foot in frustration as it kept to the same pace it always had.
Ianto gripped onto the door handle with desperation; he was afraid of what would happen if he let go of that smooth cool metal knob. Gareth was doing a bloody good job of kissing him. Ianto closed his eyes and titled his head back slightly as Gareth’s long fingers wrapped around his head and into his hair. Ianto knew this onslaught by Gareth wasn’t Gareth’s choice. The aquamarine cloud that had materialised out of the object that had been in Gareth’s hands was responsible. It lay discarded somewhere on the floor of the dressing room now. Ianto tried to resist but he knew the cloud was affecting him too.
“God,” Ianto muttered as Gareth’s tongue swept into his mouth, the feel of stubble rubbing against his face so different from the smoothness of Jack’s skin. Ianto had marveled that Jack liked to keep his skin smooth and soft and from their first kisses he had thought it was like kissing a girl in a way. These kisses now, though, were prickly and rough and delicious.
"Gareth, no…. stop….” Ianto mumbled around further invasions of his mouth, he opened his eyes slightly to see the other man. “It’s the…. Fuck…. Gas,” he moaned as Gareth slid one hand down from his neck to his chest to rest on his pectoral muscle and Gareth squeezed. Ianto’s hands released their deathly grip from the door knob and seized Gareth, one wrapping around his waist, the other his back, pulling the actor closer to him.
“Ian-to,” Gareth breathed as he moved the kisses from his mouth to the underside of his jaw. “You, really, should, stop, taking, advantage. Gareth breathed each word out around kisses to Ianto’s neck.
Ianto’s hand had dropped to Gareth’s arse, cupping the pert globe and pulling their groins closer.
“You kissed me, not taking advantage,” Ianto groaned back, ducking his head and taking Gareth’s mouth back where he wanted it, joined with his own, lips moving across each other with nibbles and greed. Gareth slid his hand down from Ianto’s chest to rest on his hip, his fingers sliding underneath Ianto’s top, seeking skin contact. He achieved it and the heat from Ianto seeping into his fingertips caused him to groan and flex his hand trying to imbed that hand into Ianto’s skin.
“I’m not gay,” Gareth said as he finally managed to pull away from the temptation of Ianto’s swollen lips. Two sets of ice blue eyes stared into the other, breaths mingling as they attempted to think their way out of the blue fog that had enveloped their minds.
“Could have fooled me,” Ianto snorted as he dropped his other hand down to rest on the other buttock.
The two stared at each other, breathing heavily, before both simultaneously moved towards each other again so that their mouths and tongues could resume hostilities. Noses bumping, tongues dueling and there wasn’t a lot of finesse, but the passion between the two was palpable and the blue cloud a halo around them. From afar the Cooakalin could feel the heat being generated and knew that soon the two would become one and the confusion would be no more.
Gareth slid his other hand down Ianto’s arm, gripping his bicep in his hand. The other hand on Ianto’s hip slid down under the loose jeans to the underwear below and felt the hip bone under his fingers. He then slid the hand further round to grip Ianto’s butt cheek and squeeze the ample flesh that he had admired just the day before. Ianto moaned into his mouth at the pressure and he moved one hand back up Gareth’s body to pull his top down his chest so that he could lower his head and press alternating open mouth kisses and sucks to Gareth’s neck and collar bone. Gareth threw back his head to allow greater access and took advantage of the space that was now created between them to run his hand down Ianto, turning it so that it was resting on Ianto’s groin. When Ianto took his adam apple in his mouth and sucked, Gareth slid his hand slightly under to cup Ianto’s balls.
“Ahhh,” Ianto moaned, “no, don’t do that,” he pleaded. Gareth rocked his hand back and forth gently. “Yes, harder,” Ianto breathed out. Gareth gripped stronger, pressing his palm upwards and rocking his hand again. “Yes, no not, quite like that,” Ianto gasped. He moved his hand to cover Gareth’s and showed him the right type of pressure. He moved the other hand up to slide his fingers into the waistband of Gareth’s jeans and moved them around to the front of Gareth’s body. As he neared the middle of Gareth’s waist he dipped his fingers lower and brushed them inadvertently over the top of Gareth’s cock, making it flinch, and the actor arched his back to press himself closer to Ianto’s wandering fingers. He dropped his head, seeking Ianto’s mouth again, and Ianto was only too happy to provide it, raising his hand from his own groin to cup the side of Gareth’s face to direct the kiss.
Gareth moved both his hands to the front of Ianto’s jeans, desperation making him fumble with the clasp of the belt. He got it undone after two attempts, popping the top button at the same time as he pulled the belt apart, he continued to pull the two sides away, the buttons falling away from their holes easily. He pushed the jeans away from Ianto’s bottom and let them fall, the oversized nature of them making them pool at his ankles, leaving Ianto in just his snug fitting black underwear. Gareth moved his hands back to Ianto’s waist, feeling for the edge of the underwear, finding it and pulling it away from his body with one hand while the other slipped in unerringly to grip his shaft at it’s base and slide upwards. He pushed the underwear down to rest underneath Ianto’s balls and gripped the shaft with both hands. One hand on the top and one on the bottom, Gareth moved them up and down, twisting slightly around the shaft, so they would meet in the middle before retreating away. Ianto gripped the back of Gareth’s head, pulling him closer and murmuring encouragements. His other hand had slipped into Gareth’s pants and was pulling in time with Gareth’s movements on his own cock. The two men heard a muffled banging over the sounds of their groans but continued recklessly towards the culmination they could both feel coming soon.
Jack burst through the front doors of the Centre at a dead run. As he ran across the marbled entry hall and turned into the side hallway that led towards the backstage areas he narrowly missed running into Tim, but the small sidestep he took to avoid Tim meant that he crashed into the wiry man who was in conversation with Tim. Jack managed to spin and grip him so that he stayed upright but it meant that Jack stumbled backwards, tripping on his coat and falling to the floor. He started to stand up again to continue his run towards the boys when he stopped and turned back in shock towards the two men gaping at him.
“Owen?” he asked.
“Who is this Owen? That’s twice in twenty-four hours,” Burn asked the world in general.
Jack shook his head, blinked and remembered the situation the boys were in, turned and continued his run, shouting, “sorry, need Ianto, talk later.”
“And that was?” Burn asked Tim, rubbing his arms where the tall man in the great coat had gripped him to stop him falling.
“Jack, he’s um, he’s with Ianto,” Tim replied, trying to figure out how not to say the two men were Special Branch agents, and watching as the coat flew around the corner theatrically.
“Bloody hell, Sara was right. Right stunner Ianto landed himself.”
“Hmm,” Tim responded, confused by Burn’s comments as they headed out to the main area.
“Oh, Gareth told us that Ianto had a boyfriend.”
“Boyfriend?”
“Christ, Tim, you should be able to pick ‘em! Should have seen him do a Tim Tam Slam, then again maybe not by the anxious look on his boyfriend’s face and the size of him. I wouldn’t want to threaten Ianto. Mind you, the lad seems able to take care of himself.”
The two men exited the Centre for the night, saying farewell as Burn headed back to his wife and child and Tim to his hired flat.
Jack had reached the door to the dressing room. He gripped the handle and tried to open it. It steadfastly refused to budge, clockwise or counter clockwise. Jack bashed on the door and called to Ianto. When he got no response, he leaned his ear to the door and could hear groans emanating from the room. He stepped back from the door and flipped open his wrist strap. Pressing a series of buttons, he aimed the strap towards the door. He gripped the handle and it still would not budge. He again tried a series of buttons, this time with a slight variation. A click could be heard and Jack leapt forward and wrenched the door open inwards, using his full body weight. It opened easily for the first part until it collided full force with the two men standing just inside the door, totally involved with each other. Both of them fell to the ground in a tangle of limbs. Jack quickly stepped inside and closed the door again, away from prying eyes. The blue cloud that had enclosed the two of them was now almost dissipated. Ianto felt his head beginning to clear; he removed his hands from Gareth and dropped his head back to the ground, covering his eyes with his hands.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Gareth swore as his head also began to clear. He too pulled his hands away quickly and scrambled across the floor away from Ianto and the now kneeling Jack. He backed into the wall with a bump and pulled his knees up to his chest.
Jack reached down and adjusted Ianto’s underwear a little more modestly. At the touch of Jack’s hands Ianto dropped his hands away from his face, and sat up. He pulled his jeans back up and only then raised his eyes to Jack. “Jack,” he whispered his lover’s name. Jack gripped Ianto’s face in his hands and kissed him, impressing all of his pent up frustration at not being able to get to him in time into the kiss. Ianto gripped Jack back and relaxed into the familiar sensation of Jack’s smooth mastery of his mouth.
“What the hell?” Gareth interrupted the two. “What the hell was that thing?”
“It’s a gas that heightens sexual desire,” Ianto told him quietly, after breaking away from Jack’s tempting mouth. “We had no control over ourselves. It can’t be withstood, it takes away your ability to choose and the only thing you can do is find release.”
“Green pills to cure hangovers and now sex gas. Next you’ll be telling me that alien’s exist!”
Gareth looked angrily at the two men who had just burst into laughter at his comment.
At the interruption of the third, the Cooakalin screamed its frustration within its mind. The two were still two and now a third had joined, taking the other from the primary. One was the only number. A choice needed to be made. A solution needed to be found.
Chapter 19 this way
Chapter Title: 18. Concupiscence
Rating: NC17
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Gwen, Gareth, Burn, Naoko, OC
Warnings/Spoilers: Real people make appearances in here. 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: If you don't know the meaning of the chapter title, look it up and that will tell you what happens in this chapter! There even gets to be a little bit of plot too...
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17
18. Concupiscence
Davey returned to the rehearsal room and nodded at Ianto to let him know that his friend had delivered the box to the dressing room. Most of the cast and crew had started to wander out for the evening. Tim excused Naoko for the day and she left after a hug and a wave at the boys. Ianto mused at her ability to stay on her feet for the whole day in those heels without complaining once, although he did notice her moving from side to side a little towards the end, obviously trying to make the burning sensation in the balls of her feet more bearable.
Tim and Gareth continued to discuss and block out a few other things and Ianto watched some more. Meanwhile, Toby and David came over to clap him on the back and said that they looked forward to seeing him tomorrow. With a laugh, the two headed off. Ianto noticed that Davey and Burn were still around; they were sitting on the benches over near the door, deep in discussion about something. Ianto wasn’t sure if it was work related, as it seemed to be more of a casual chat. Almost half an hour later, Ianto, Davey and Burn were called over by Tim. Tim told all four to head home, that it had been a productive day and asked Davey to make sure that the IT guys were on hand as they were going to work on the final scene. As they exited out into the corridor, Ianto and Gareth headed back to the dressing room, Davey to Tim’s space to contact the IT guys and Burn and Tim were left to finish their discussion.
Meanwhile, Jack had finally returned to the Hub, sedated weevil over his shoulder. He deposited the weevil into a cell and hurried up to his office to check the CCTV, not noticing the hasty memo Gwen had left on his desk. When he saw the rehearsal room was empty, he flicked over straight away to the camera in the dressing room that he had installed the night before. Sure enough, he caught Gareth entering the room first, followed by Ianto. Jack watched as Gareth headed over towards the far dressing table and a box that was placed on it. He zoomed in as he watched Gareth open the box and pull out an object. Jack recognised it as the one that was given to him yesterday, an extra present they had found later after the initial eight. It was this that Jack had with him yesterday in his greatcoat and he realised it must have fallen out at some stage. He wasn’t sure what to make of it appearing back in the Centre and in a box though.
He watched as Gareth showed the object to Ianto, then both the boys turned towards the door. The door must have shut suddenly, because Ianto ran towards it, and Jack pulled the camera vision back so that he could see Ianto pulling on the door handle, but it seemed that it wouldn’t open. Ianto looked back at Gareth who was holding the object as far away from him as he could while a cloud appeared from it. Jack could see Ianto yelling at Gareth and then Gareth dropped the object and backed away from it, bumping into his dressing table, eyes wide open with shock. Jack leant closer to the screen, trying to ascertain what words were being said. Watching the vision without sound was eerie to say the least and he desperately wanted to know everything that was going on in that room.
The two men were looking at each other as the cloud from the object got bigger and then separated, heading equally towards the two men. Ianto was shaking his head and trying to pull the door open again but he wasn’t succeeding. He had even braced one foot on the door to try and gain some helpful leverage. Jack watched as Ianto paused and then turned to look back over his shoulder at Gareth who had straightened away from the table and was staring at Ianto. Ianto shook his head, no, and then Jack saw Gareth look down at his hands, look up again at Ianto, and then in one rush of movement he sprang across the room towards Ianto. Gareth grabbed Ianto’s face between both his hands, turning his face towards him. Ianto began trying desperately to get the door open again and Jack saw a look of panic on his face, then he was totally shocked to see Gareth lean forward and kiss Ianto full on the mouth. At this sight, Jack turned and leapt over the railings behind his desk, sprinting out the back entrance to the invisible lift. As he bounded onto the lift, pressing his wrist strap as he jumped, he willed it to travel faster; he hopped from foot to foot in frustration as it kept to the same pace it always had.
Ianto gripped onto the door handle with desperation; he was afraid of what would happen if he let go of that smooth cool metal knob. Gareth was doing a bloody good job of kissing him. Ianto closed his eyes and titled his head back slightly as Gareth’s long fingers wrapped around his head and into his hair. Ianto knew this onslaught by Gareth wasn’t Gareth’s choice. The aquamarine cloud that had materialised out of the object that had been in Gareth’s hands was responsible. It lay discarded somewhere on the floor of the dressing room now. Ianto tried to resist but he knew the cloud was affecting him too.
“God,” Ianto muttered as Gareth’s tongue swept into his mouth, the feel of stubble rubbing against his face so different from the smoothness of Jack’s skin. Ianto had marveled that Jack liked to keep his skin smooth and soft and from their first kisses he had thought it was like kissing a girl in a way. These kisses now, though, were prickly and rough and delicious.
"Gareth, no…. stop….” Ianto mumbled around further invasions of his mouth, he opened his eyes slightly to see the other man. “It’s the…. Fuck…. Gas,” he moaned as Gareth slid one hand down from his neck to his chest to rest on his pectoral muscle and Gareth squeezed. Ianto’s hands released their deathly grip from the door knob and seized Gareth, one wrapping around his waist, the other his back, pulling the actor closer to him.
“Ian-to,” Gareth breathed as he moved the kisses from his mouth to the underside of his jaw. “You, really, should, stop, taking, advantage. Gareth breathed each word out around kisses to Ianto’s neck.
Ianto’s hand had dropped to Gareth’s arse, cupping the pert globe and pulling their groins closer.
“You kissed me, not taking advantage,” Ianto groaned back, ducking his head and taking Gareth’s mouth back where he wanted it, joined with his own, lips moving across each other with nibbles and greed. Gareth slid his hand down from Ianto’s chest to rest on his hip, his fingers sliding underneath Ianto’s top, seeking skin contact. He achieved it and the heat from Ianto seeping into his fingertips caused him to groan and flex his hand trying to imbed that hand into Ianto’s skin.
“I’m not gay,” Gareth said as he finally managed to pull away from the temptation of Ianto’s swollen lips. Two sets of ice blue eyes stared into the other, breaths mingling as they attempted to think their way out of the blue fog that had enveloped their minds.
“Could have fooled me,” Ianto snorted as he dropped his other hand down to rest on the other buttock.
The two stared at each other, breathing heavily, before both simultaneously moved towards each other again so that their mouths and tongues could resume hostilities. Noses bumping, tongues dueling and there wasn’t a lot of finesse, but the passion between the two was palpable and the blue cloud a halo around them. From afar the Cooakalin could feel the heat being generated and knew that soon the two would become one and the confusion would be no more.
Gareth slid his other hand down Ianto’s arm, gripping his bicep in his hand. The other hand on Ianto’s hip slid down under the loose jeans to the underwear below and felt the hip bone under his fingers. He then slid the hand further round to grip Ianto’s butt cheek and squeeze the ample flesh that he had admired just the day before. Ianto moaned into his mouth at the pressure and he moved one hand back up Gareth’s body to pull his top down his chest so that he could lower his head and press alternating open mouth kisses and sucks to Gareth’s neck and collar bone. Gareth threw back his head to allow greater access and took advantage of the space that was now created between them to run his hand down Ianto, turning it so that it was resting on Ianto’s groin. When Ianto took his adam apple in his mouth and sucked, Gareth slid his hand slightly under to cup Ianto’s balls.
“Ahhh,” Ianto moaned, “no, don’t do that,” he pleaded. Gareth rocked his hand back and forth gently. “Yes, harder,” Ianto breathed out. Gareth gripped stronger, pressing his palm upwards and rocking his hand again. “Yes, no not, quite like that,” Ianto gasped. He moved his hand to cover Gareth’s and showed him the right type of pressure. He moved the other hand up to slide his fingers into the waistband of Gareth’s jeans and moved them around to the front of Gareth’s body. As he neared the middle of Gareth’s waist he dipped his fingers lower and brushed them inadvertently over the top of Gareth’s cock, making it flinch, and the actor arched his back to press himself closer to Ianto’s wandering fingers. He dropped his head, seeking Ianto’s mouth again, and Ianto was only too happy to provide it, raising his hand from his own groin to cup the side of Gareth’s face to direct the kiss.
Gareth moved both his hands to the front of Ianto’s jeans, desperation making him fumble with the clasp of the belt. He got it undone after two attempts, popping the top button at the same time as he pulled the belt apart, he continued to pull the two sides away, the buttons falling away from their holes easily. He pushed the jeans away from Ianto’s bottom and let them fall, the oversized nature of them making them pool at his ankles, leaving Ianto in just his snug fitting black underwear. Gareth moved his hands back to Ianto’s waist, feeling for the edge of the underwear, finding it and pulling it away from his body with one hand while the other slipped in unerringly to grip his shaft at it’s base and slide upwards. He pushed the underwear down to rest underneath Ianto’s balls and gripped the shaft with both hands. One hand on the top and one on the bottom, Gareth moved them up and down, twisting slightly around the shaft, so they would meet in the middle before retreating away. Ianto gripped the back of Gareth’s head, pulling him closer and murmuring encouragements. His other hand had slipped into Gareth’s pants and was pulling in time with Gareth’s movements on his own cock. The two men heard a muffled banging over the sounds of their groans but continued recklessly towards the culmination they could both feel coming soon.
Jack burst through the front doors of the Centre at a dead run. As he ran across the marbled entry hall and turned into the side hallway that led towards the backstage areas he narrowly missed running into Tim, but the small sidestep he took to avoid Tim meant that he crashed into the wiry man who was in conversation with Tim. Jack managed to spin and grip him so that he stayed upright but it meant that Jack stumbled backwards, tripping on his coat and falling to the floor. He started to stand up again to continue his run towards the boys when he stopped and turned back in shock towards the two men gaping at him.
“Owen?” he asked.
“Who is this Owen? That’s twice in twenty-four hours,” Burn asked the world in general.
Jack shook his head, blinked and remembered the situation the boys were in, turned and continued his run, shouting, “sorry, need Ianto, talk later.”
“And that was?” Burn asked Tim, rubbing his arms where the tall man in the great coat had gripped him to stop him falling.
“Jack, he’s um, he’s with Ianto,” Tim replied, trying to figure out how not to say the two men were Special Branch agents, and watching as the coat flew around the corner theatrically.
“Bloody hell, Sara was right. Right stunner Ianto landed himself.”
“Hmm,” Tim responded, confused by Burn’s comments as they headed out to the main area.
“Oh, Gareth told us that Ianto had a boyfriend.”
“Boyfriend?”
“Christ, Tim, you should be able to pick ‘em! Should have seen him do a Tim Tam Slam, then again maybe not by the anxious look on his boyfriend’s face and the size of him. I wouldn’t want to threaten Ianto. Mind you, the lad seems able to take care of himself.”
The two men exited the Centre for the night, saying farewell as Burn headed back to his wife and child and Tim to his hired flat.
Jack had reached the door to the dressing room. He gripped the handle and tried to open it. It steadfastly refused to budge, clockwise or counter clockwise. Jack bashed on the door and called to Ianto. When he got no response, he leaned his ear to the door and could hear groans emanating from the room. He stepped back from the door and flipped open his wrist strap. Pressing a series of buttons, he aimed the strap towards the door. He gripped the handle and it still would not budge. He again tried a series of buttons, this time with a slight variation. A click could be heard and Jack leapt forward and wrenched the door open inwards, using his full body weight. It opened easily for the first part until it collided full force with the two men standing just inside the door, totally involved with each other. Both of them fell to the ground in a tangle of limbs. Jack quickly stepped inside and closed the door again, away from prying eyes. The blue cloud that had enclosed the two of them was now almost dissipated. Ianto felt his head beginning to clear; he removed his hands from Gareth and dropped his head back to the ground, covering his eyes with his hands.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Gareth swore as his head also began to clear. He too pulled his hands away quickly and scrambled across the floor away from Ianto and the now kneeling Jack. He backed into the wall with a bump and pulled his knees up to his chest.
Jack reached down and adjusted Ianto’s underwear a little more modestly. At the touch of Jack’s hands Ianto dropped his hands away from his face, and sat up. He pulled his jeans back up and only then raised his eyes to Jack. “Jack,” he whispered his lover’s name. Jack gripped Ianto’s face in his hands and kissed him, impressing all of his pent up frustration at not being able to get to him in time into the kiss. Ianto gripped Jack back and relaxed into the familiar sensation of Jack’s smooth mastery of his mouth.
“What the hell?” Gareth interrupted the two. “What the hell was that thing?”
“It’s a gas that heightens sexual desire,” Ianto told him quietly, after breaking away from Jack’s tempting mouth. “We had no control over ourselves. It can’t be withstood, it takes away your ability to choose and the only thing you can do is find release.”
“Green pills to cure hangovers and now sex gas. Next you’ll be telling me that alien’s exist!”
Gareth looked angrily at the two men who had just burst into laughter at his comment.
At the interruption of the third, the Cooakalin screamed its frustration within its mind. The two were still two and now a third had joined, taking the other from the primary. One was the only number. A choice needed to be made. A solution needed to be found.
Chapter 19 this way