Doppelganger - 21. Rousing
Title: Doppelganger (21/22 + epilogue)
Chapter Title: 21. Rousing
Rating: NC17
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Gareth, 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: The alien is discovered.
A/N: The start is all for Fern, she wanted Ianto to wake up first :grin:
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, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20
21. Rousing
Ianto woke to the enveloping feeling of warmth. His back was secure and warm where Jack was pressed up against it. Jack’s head was snuggled in behind his, resting on the pillow and Ianto shivered at the little breaths that were flowing gently onto the most sensitive part of his neck. At his shiver Jack murmured in his sleep and gripped him tighter around the waist, bringing his body flush against Ianto’s.
“Oh, Jack,” Ianto snickered quietly as he felt the other man’s desire against his lower back. Even in his sleep the man was horny, Ianto thought to himself. Jack had started to move his fingertips across Ianto’s hip slowly in his sleep. Ianto glanced down at his own member that was springing to life eagerly. Ianto mused that it was often this way when the two of them woke up in the morning. The mutual desire had been there from the start, even though he tried to hide it from himself. Ianto knew that for those first weeks when he started at Torchwood Three his dreams at night revolved around a hard body underneath him, a long coat and mesmerising blue eyes. Those dreams kept his nightmares at bay, providing the only solace he had over those first harrowing months.
Ianto rolled over so that he was facing Jack. His free arm wrapping around Jack, the other sandwiched between their bodies sought Jack’s cock. As he wrapped his hand around it, he pushed Jack’s head up gently with his head so that he could nuzzle the underside of his chin. Ianto loved the feel of Jack’s face in the morning, the roughness before Jack started his shaving ritual and turned his face as smooth as a girl’s. Ianto knew that Jack loved it when he was slightly scruffy too, but he also appreciated the care Ianto took in grooming himself. But now was about the two of them, in the silent Hub. Myfanwy asleep, taking time and opportunity to grab a precious moment together, whether it was sleeping or letting their passion take over. Ianto wanted the passion. So, as he nuzzled Jack’s rough skin and slowly fisted his cock up and down, he whispered his name. He knew when Jack was conscious of the sensations as his body tensed as he woke. Ianto had a brief second before Jack’s hands gripped tighter around his body and Jack’s mouth sought his.
“Good morning,” Jack mumbled around kisses.
“Better morning,” Ianto responded as he trailed kisses down Jack’s body, pushing Jack onto his back as he went and straddling his body. He dragged the covers down off the two of them as he went, the cold air hitting Jack’s body that Ianto had just been worshipping with his mouth, causing him to shiver in delight when the cold air flowed over the wet patches of his skin.
The two of them often woke each other up this way. Taking the time to find pleasure when and where they could, and when they knew there were unlikely to be interruptions. Jack had often mused about the aliens’ consideration in relation to early morning invasions. Every alien seemed to always be working the night shift.
Jack moaned as Ianto licked from the base of his shaft up to the head and then proceeded to blow gently down the path again. Jack loved that Ianto instinctively knew from the start what would drive him insane. The passion with which Ianto threw himself into things once he made a decision to follow through was all encompassing and Jack wouldn’t have it any other way. His coherent thoughts dissipated when Ianto licked back up again and took the head into his mouth. Just the tip was all he took. He sucked and licked up and around and into the slit, causing Jack to breathe heavier and his eye lids to lower. The little movements of Ianto’s tongue making Jack want more and more. The little bumps on Ianto’s tongue as it glided over his shaft causing it to pulse. The contrast of his smooth heated skin and the rough tongue of Ianto a delight to Jack. He felt Ianto’s hands gripping into his thighs hard and he lifted one of his hands to close over one of Ianto’s to maintain that strong pressure. To let his lover know that the pressure was gladly welcomed and to continue to grip and squeeze. Jack lifted his other hand to Ianto’s sleep mussed hair to grip the dark brown locks tight. Jack felt Ianto open his mouth a little wider and then slip further down his shaft at the pressure on his head he was exerting. He wanted a faster tempo, and tried to use his grip on the silky locks to induce a faster pace, but Ianto continued the torturous slow movements of his mouth up and down. Jack could feel a nice bruise on his hip developing from the squeezing that was being done by both their hands, as their long fingers tangled together clutching at the sparse flesh underneath.
After a minute of the slow torture, although in Jack’s mind it was fifty nine seconds too long, Ianto increased the pace and depth. He was finally getting the pace that he wanted and his eyes closed fully to take concentrate on the feel of Ianto on his body. He felt him slip his free hand off his hip and trail those long fingers down and across his pelvis, leaving tingles and a feeling of heat and fire all along the path those fingers took. He brushed against the base of Jack’s shaft causing it to jerk involuntarily before he felt Ianto slip his clever fingers further down to apply pressure to his balls, squeezing and cradling the sacs.
Jack was brought to the precipice by the smallest of motions.
Ianto moved his hand to cup his balls with his palm allowing his fingers to drift around lower and over his perineum. Ianto applied stronger pressure with his palm and fingers combining it with strong suction from this mouth. Jack pushed his feet into the mattress, lifting his hips off the bed as he spasmed into Ianto’s warm welcoming mouth. Ianto took all that Jack had to give before slowly sliding off of him and sitting back on his haunches smiling at the state of Jack lying before him, sweaty and sated.
“You’re a right mess now,” he smirked, “almost as bad as the room!”
“You always leave me in a mess.” Jack smiled as he entwined their hands together and lifted them off his hip into the air. He played with Ianto’s hand, watching it as he moved it this way and that before suddenly lifting his torso off the bed and flipping Ianto underneath him.
“This is a better morning,” he growled into Ianto’s neck as he brought his other hand into play tickling Ianto in his most sensitive spots, causing the grown man to start squirming, giggling like a little school girl and pleading for him to stop.
Jack pushed Ianto further into the mattress to ensure that Ianto couldn’t respond in kind.
Laughing into his neck at the squeals and squirms emanating from underneath him he asked “Do you want this?” as he licked up Ianto’s stubbled neck, enjoying the feeling of the bristles against his tongue. “Or do you want this?” as he pushed his groin into the other mans.
Ianto couldn’t form words around his involuntarily giggles and the sensual onslaught that Jack was providing to his neck and groin. His only way of responding was to push his neglected cock into Jack’s letting him know what he wanted. At his movement Jack lifted his head and grinned fully down at his lover and stayed his tickling fingers. He waited for Ianto to turn his head and look him in the eye. When Ianto focussed onto those piercing blue eyes gazing at him with warmth and wicked promise, Jack ordered him not to move and disentangled his hands so that he could lean over and hunt for the lube that he had thrown on the floor the night before. He pushed clothes out of the way before exclaiming in victory. “Aha!” he said as he lifted the lube triumphantly in one hand while with the other he braced himself on the floor. He turned to smile at Ianto who he noticed was staring at his raised arse.
He grinned harder as he tossed the lube onto Ianto’s stomach and pushed himself back onto the bed. Ianto pouted as he lost sight of the pert arse. Jack laughed at the childish pout and lifted up the lube and squirted out a generous amount into his hand. He tossed it back onto the floor as he lent forward to kiss that pout, swiping his fingers from his other hand into the lube. He started with a simple closed mouth kiss onto the pout before drawing slightly back, staring at Ianto and then leaning back in to take the choice bottom lip with his teeth and pulling it down and away from the top lip. He slipped his tongue into the gap he had made as he simultaneously slid his palm and the lube onto Ianto’s throbbing erect member. Ianto hissed into the kiss as he gripped the sheets tightly taking pleasure in the thrusting motion of the kiss and the cool heat provided by Jack’s hand. Unbeknownst to Ianto, Jack slipped his fingers around behind himself and prepared his opening quickly as his desire was strong to slide onto Ianto. He slipped his fingers out and slid his other hand to the base of Ianto’s cock as he moved his legs to either side of Ianto, not once breaking the kiss.
“Yes,” hissed Ianto, elongating the ‘e’ even more than normal as he felt Jack position himself above him.
Jack wanted nothing more than to slide down fully and hard onto Ianto, but he knew he had to still be sensitive from the other night, so he slowly slid down and up, each time taking Ianto a little deeper into himself. He moved both lube covered hands up to cradle Ianto’s head, the lube tangling into his hair and mingling with the sweat from both their bodies. His elbows bracing his upper body off the bed and Ianto raising himself up as well so that they could both still maintain the kisses as Jack finally took Ianto fully into himself. On that downward thrust they both paused at the sensation for a brief moment before Jack groaned and started rising and dropping in an intense rhythm. Ianto braced his feet a little apart on the bed, untangling his feet from the discarded sheets so that he could provide a counter movement, his hands gripping the sheets tightly.
The two men filled the room with the sounds of their passion and the musky smell of sex. It was primal and hard, not gentle and romantic. Both working towards the same end, Ianto’s completion. Jack’s thighs started to quiver with the strain of the movements, Ianto gripped one thigh in one hand and reached around to pull Jack closer to himself with the other, his fingers digging into Jack’s hot flesh. At the feeling of the shaking occurring in Jack’s tensed muscles, Ianto moaned into Jack’s mouth and stabbed harder with his tongue.
The kiss turned violent in it’s passion as Jack could feel the shaking in Ianto as he arched his back, pushing further into Jack with each thrust and drop. Ianto broke the kiss to arch his head back and open his mouth on a silent scream. Jack’s eyes closed as he felt the tremors within him. He slid his legs downward, his muscles happy with the release in tension, so he ended up laying flush along the other man, knowing that Ianto could easily bear his weight. He tucked his head into the crook of Ianto’s neck, kissing that area softly, waiting for the other man to return to earth. Neither man noticing the cold of the room as they were both still glowing from their earlier exertions.
After a while Ianto’s breathing returned to it’s normal patterns and Jack could feel him softening inside him as he started to leak back onto the bed.
“Sticky,” Jack commented as he started to lift himself off of the other man.
“Disconcertingly sticky,” Ianto agreed, smiling slightly back.
Jack laughed. “Nothing a bit of warm soapy water can’t fix.” He waggled his eyebrows at the satisfied Welshman below him.
Ianto laughed and pushed at his chest. Jack slid up and off Ianto, rolling out of the bed to stand and offer his hand to the other man. Ianto took the hand and the two headed to the shower to make good use of some warm soapy water.
Later, after cleaning up themselves and their room, amongst more kisses and groping, the pair adjourned to Jack’s office for breakfast and to start to look at the CCTV to see if they could spot the Cooakalin. There had been no visuals ever recorded of a Cooakalin so they had to look for people or things that seemed out of place. Ianto had taken the time while in rehearsal the day before to memorise as many of the cast and crew as he could. It was a large company and he hoped that he could spot something out of place. Another issue was the placement within the Millennium Centre. Not only was the company rehearsing there, but there was the normal centre staff, tourists and visitors to sort through. They decided to back track from when Ianto and Gareth entered the dressing room at the end of the day. Jack wisely only brought up the camera in the hallway.
Ianto lifted his steaming cup of coffee to his lips as he watched the images of himself and Gareth walking backwards on the screen on the wall behind Jack’s desk.
Jack was lounged in his chair, keyboard resting on his lap as he typed in commands one handed and lifted his own steaming blue and white striped cup to his mouth. A plate of toast lay amongst the papers on his desk, resting next to the crushed canister, within reach of both men.
The vision continued backwards until they joined Tim and Burn outside the rehearsal room. Jack paused it as he turned to Ianto, concern in his startling blue eyes.
“He looks just like Owen,” he said as he pointed at the screen.
“I know, but it’s not,” Ianto said quietly as he looked up again at the screen, focusing on the twin of his not so recently deceased colleague. “It threw me when Gareth introduced me to him the first time. I called him Owen, too. His name is Burn, friendly, not snarky like Owen at all.”
Ianto glanced back down at his coffee, the loss of Owen and Tosh still so fresh and painful. Jack had started the vision again when something twigged in Ianto’s memory. He glanced back at the screen to see that Jack had followed their movements back into the rehearsal room just prior to them leaving for the day.
“Jack, stop there!” He exclaimed. He looked at the screen intently, noting himself, Gareth, Burn and Tim. “Go forward again, show both cameras before we leave the room.” Jack split the screen and pulled up the corridor camera a couple of minutes before the previous vision he had shown.
“Is that far back enough?” he asked Ianto.
“It should be,” was the confused reply. “Play them both,” he requested.
They watched in silence as there on the screen on one side was the four men talking and then leaving the room. Nothing entered or exited the room from the corridor camera until the four exited the rehearsal space.
“That’s not right,” Ianto said. “Go back to the rehearsal space. Keep tracking back.”
Jack pulled the rehearsal space back into full screen mode and kept it on wide vision of the room as he continued with it tracking backwards at a reasonable speed. Both men had placed their coffees on the desk, forgotten. Ianto was peering intently at the screen and Jack was flickering his vision between Ianto’s reactions and the screen.
“It’s not right,” Ianto muttered again a few minutes in. “Go back to the end again,” he asked of Jack.
Jack obediently flickered the action back to the point Ianto requested. He paused it and looked to Ianto expectantly.
“He was there, I know he was there,” Ianto said sotto voce as he looked at the screen, the image of the four men imbedded in his memory. Realisation dawned on his face as he looked at Jack. “It’s Davey!” he claimed.
“Huh?” Jack asked
“Davey! He was there at the end with us and other times as well earlier but he’s not showing up on the vision.” Ianto pointed at the screen. “See the space between Tim and Gareth? That’s where Davey was. Play it and watch as they walk through the door. There’s a body there that isn’t showing up.”
Jack played the vision and watched closely as the men exited the room. Sure enough, just as Ianto claimed he could see the reactions of the others around the space indicated that something was there in that space.
“No wonder there are no visuals of Cooakalin’s, they don’t show up on film,” Jack stated.
“He’ll be there now,” Ianto said as he glanced at his watch. “Only one present to go, remember.”
The two men looked at each other for a moment before both sprang into action, Jack reaching for his coat and holster and Ianto running out of the room to his desk to grab his own weapon, stashing it into his jeans. As Jack left his office he glanced towards Ianto who was tucking his hooded top over his jeans and the concealed weapon.
“Lift,” he said as he moved towards it.
Ianto joined him on the lift. The two stood in close silence as it ascended up the Hub. As it locked into place on the Plas, the two men, not heeding anyone else around them took off at a run towards the Centre.
“Oi, slow down!” They heard. That familiar voice caused them both to stop in their tracks and spin towards it.
“Where the bloody hell did you two appear from so quickly?” Gareth asked as he wandered up towards the Tower.
“Found your stalker,” Ianto announced before looking at Jack, and at Jack’s nod they both took off for the Centre again at a dead run. Jack’s coat flowing behind him in the morning light, Ianto’s lean legs helping him keep apace with Jack.
Unknown to the two of them was Gareth following close behind them, unmindful of the possible danger to himself but eager to see the bastard caught that caused him such tumult yesterday.
Chapter 22 this way
Chapter Title: 21. Rousing
Rating: NC17
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Gareth, 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: The alien is discovered.
A/N: The start is all for Fern, she wanted Ianto to wake up first :grin:
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, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20
21. Rousing
Ianto woke to the enveloping feeling of warmth. His back was secure and warm where Jack was pressed up against it. Jack’s head was snuggled in behind his, resting on the pillow and Ianto shivered at the little breaths that were flowing gently onto the most sensitive part of his neck. At his shiver Jack murmured in his sleep and gripped him tighter around the waist, bringing his body flush against Ianto’s.
“Oh, Jack,” Ianto snickered quietly as he felt the other man’s desire against his lower back. Even in his sleep the man was horny, Ianto thought to himself. Jack had started to move his fingertips across Ianto’s hip slowly in his sleep. Ianto glanced down at his own member that was springing to life eagerly. Ianto mused that it was often this way when the two of them woke up in the morning. The mutual desire had been there from the start, even though he tried to hide it from himself. Ianto knew that for those first weeks when he started at Torchwood Three his dreams at night revolved around a hard body underneath him, a long coat and mesmerising blue eyes. Those dreams kept his nightmares at bay, providing the only solace he had over those first harrowing months.
Ianto rolled over so that he was facing Jack. His free arm wrapping around Jack, the other sandwiched between their bodies sought Jack’s cock. As he wrapped his hand around it, he pushed Jack’s head up gently with his head so that he could nuzzle the underside of his chin. Ianto loved the feel of Jack’s face in the morning, the roughness before Jack started his shaving ritual and turned his face as smooth as a girl’s. Ianto knew that Jack loved it when he was slightly scruffy too, but he also appreciated the care Ianto took in grooming himself. But now was about the two of them, in the silent Hub. Myfanwy asleep, taking time and opportunity to grab a precious moment together, whether it was sleeping or letting their passion take over. Ianto wanted the passion. So, as he nuzzled Jack’s rough skin and slowly fisted his cock up and down, he whispered his name. He knew when Jack was conscious of the sensations as his body tensed as he woke. Ianto had a brief second before Jack’s hands gripped tighter around his body and Jack’s mouth sought his.
“Good morning,” Jack mumbled around kisses.
“Better morning,” Ianto responded as he trailed kisses down Jack’s body, pushing Jack onto his back as he went and straddling his body. He dragged the covers down off the two of them as he went, the cold air hitting Jack’s body that Ianto had just been worshipping with his mouth, causing him to shiver in delight when the cold air flowed over the wet patches of his skin.
The two of them often woke each other up this way. Taking the time to find pleasure when and where they could, and when they knew there were unlikely to be interruptions. Jack had often mused about the aliens’ consideration in relation to early morning invasions. Every alien seemed to always be working the night shift.
Jack moaned as Ianto licked from the base of his shaft up to the head and then proceeded to blow gently down the path again. Jack loved that Ianto instinctively knew from the start what would drive him insane. The passion with which Ianto threw himself into things once he made a decision to follow through was all encompassing and Jack wouldn’t have it any other way. His coherent thoughts dissipated when Ianto licked back up again and took the head into his mouth. Just the tip was all he took. He sucked and licked up and around and into the slit, causing Jack to breathe heavier and his eye lids to lower. The little movements of Ianto’s tongue making Jack want more and more. The little bumps on Ianto’s tongue as it glided over his shaft causing it to pulse. The contrast of his smooth heated skin and the rough tongue of Ianto a delight to Jack. He felt Ianto’s hands gripping into his thighs hard and he lifted one of his hands to close over one of Ianto’s to maintain that strong pressure. To let his lover know that the pressure was gladly welcomed and to continue to grip and squeeze. Jack lifted his other hand to Ianto’s sleep mussed hair to grip the dark brown locks tight. Jack felt Ianto open his mouth a little wider and then slip further down his shaft at the pressure on his head he was exerting. He wanted a faster tempo, and tried to use his grip on the silky locks to induce a faster pace, but Ianto continued the torturous slow movements of his mouth up and down. Jack could feel a nice bruise on his hip developing from the squeezing that was being done by both their hands, as their long fingers tangled together clutching at the sparse flesh underneath.
After a minute of the slow torture, although in Jack’s mind it was fifty nine seconds too long, Ianto increased the pace and depth. He was finally getting the pace that he wanted and his eyes closed fully to take concentrate on the feel of Ianto on his body. He felt him slip his free hand off his hip and trail those long fingers down and across his pelvis, leaving tingles and a feeling of heat and fire all along the path those fingers took. He brushed against the base of Jack’s shaft causing it to jerk involuntarily before he felt Ianto slip his clever fingers further down to apply pressure to his balls, squeezing and cradling the sacs.
Jack was brought to the precipice by the smallest of motions.
Ianto moved his hand to cup his balls with his palm allowing his fingers to drift around lower and over his perineum. Ianto applied stronger pressure with his palm and fingers combining it with strong suction from this mouth. Jack pushed his feet into the mattress, lifting his hips off the bed as he spasmed into Ianto’s warm welcoming mouth. Ianto took all that Jack had to give before slowly sliding off of him and sitting back on his haunches smiling at the state of Jack lying before him, sweaty and sated.
“You’re a right mess now,” he smirked, “almost as bad as the room!”
“You always leave me in a mess.” Jack smiled as he entwined their hands together and lifted them off his hip into the air. He played with Ianto’s hand, watching it as he moved it this way and that before suddenly lifting his torso off the bed and flipping Ianto underneath him.
“This is a better morning,” he growled into Ianto’s neck as he brought his other hand into play tickling Ianto in his most sensitive spots, causing the grown man to start squirming, giggling like a little school girl and pleading for him to stop.
Jack pushed Ianto further into the mattress to ensure that Ianto couldn’t respond in kind.
Laughing into his neck at the squeals and squirms emanating from underneath him he asked “Do you want this?” as he licked up Ianto’s stubbled neck, enjoying the feeling of the bristles against his tongue. “Or do you want this?” as he pushed his groin into the other mans.
Ianto couldn’t form words around his involuntarily giggles and the sensual onslaught that Jack was providing to his neck and groin. His only way of responding was to push his neglected cock into Jack’s letting him know what he wanted. At his movement Jack lifted his head and grinned fully down at his lover and stayed his tickling fingers. He waited for Ianto to turn his head and look him in the eye. When Ianto focussed onto those piercing blue eyes gazing at him with warmth and wicked promise, Jack ordered him not to move and disentangled his hands so that he could lean over and hunt for the lube that he had thrown on the floor the night before. He pushed clothes out of the way before exclaiming in victory. “Aha!” he said as he lifted the lube triumphantly in one hand while with the other he braced himself on the floor. He turned to smile at Ianto who he noticed was staring at his raised arse.
He grinned harder as he tossed the lube onto Ianto’s stomach and pushed himself back onto the bed. Ianto pouted as he lost sight of the pert arse. Jack laughed at the childish pout and lifted up the lube and squirted out a generous amount into his hand. He tossed it back onto the floor as he lent forward to kiss that pout, swiping his fingers from his other hand into the lube. He started with a simple closed mouth kiss onto the pout before drawing slightly back, staring at Ianto and then leaning back in to take the choice bottom lip with his teeth and pulling it down and away from the top lip. He slipped his tongue into the gap he had made as he simultaneously slid his palm and the lube onto Ianto’s throbbing erect member. Ianto hissed into the kiss as he gripped the sheets tightly taking pleasure in the thrusting motion of the kiss and the cool heat provided by Jack’s hand. Unbeknownst to Ianto, Jack slipped his fingers around behind himself and prepared his opening quickly as his desire was strong to slide onto Ianto. He slipped his fingers out and slid his other hand to the base of Ianto’s cock as he moved his legs to either side of Ianto, not once breaking the kiss.
“Yes,” hissed Ianto, elongating the ‘e’ even more than normal as he felt Jack position himself above him.
Jack wanted nothing more than to slide down fully and hard onto Ianto, but he knew he had to still be sensitive from the other night, so he slowly slid down and up, each time taking Ianto a little deeper into himself. He moved both lube covered hands up to cradle Ianto’s head, the lube tangling into his hair and mingling with the sweat from both their bodies. His elbows bracing his upper body off the bed and Ianto raising himself up as well so that they could both still maintain the kisses as Jack finally took Ianto fully into himself. On that downward thrust they both paused at the sensation for a brief moment before Jack groaned and started rising and dropping in an intense rhythm. Ianto braced his feet a little apart on the bed, untangling his feet from the discarded sheets so that he could provide a counter movement, his hands gripping the sheets tightly.
The two men filled the room with the sounds of their passion and the musky smell of sex. It was primal and hard, not gentle and romantic. Both working towards the same end, Ianto’s completion. Jack’s thighs started to quiver with the strain of the movements, Ianto gripped one thigh in one hand and reached around to pull Jack closer to himself with the other, his fingers digging into Jack’s hot flesh. At the feeling of the shaking occurring in Jack’s tensed muscles, Ianto moaned into Jack’s mouth and stabbed harder with his tongue.
The kiss turned violent in it’s passion as Jack could feel the shaking in Ianto as he arched his back, pushing further into Jack with each thrust and drop. Ianto broke the kiss to arch his head back and open his mouth on a silent scream. Jack’s eyes closed as he felt the tremors within him. He slid his legs downward, his muscles happy with the release in tension, so he ended up laying flush along the other man, knowing that Ianto could easily bear his weight. He tucked his head into the crook of Ianto’s neck, kissing that area softly, waiting for the other man to return to earth. Neither man noticing the cold of the room as they were both still glowing from their earlier exertions.
After a while Ianto’s breathing returned to it’s normal patterns and Jack could feel him softening inside him as he started to leak back onto the bed.
“Sticky,” Jack commented as he started to lift himself off of the other man.
“Disconcertingly sticky,” Ianto agreed, smiling slightly back.
Jack laughed. “Nothing a bit of warm soapy water can’t fix.” He waggled his eyebrows at the satisfied Welshman below him.
Ianto laughed and pushed at his chest. Jack slid up and off Ianto, rolling out of the bed to stand and offer his hand to the other man. Ianto took the hand and the two headed to the shower to make good use of some warm soapy water.
Later, after cleaning up themselves and their room, amongst more kisses and groping, the pair adjourned to Jack’s office for breakfast and to start to look at the CCTV to see if they could spot the Cooakalin. There had been no visuals ever recorded of a Cooakalin so they had to look for people or things that seemed out of place. Ianto had taken the time while in rehearsal the day before to memorise as many of the cast and crew as he could. It was a large company and he hoped that he could spot something out of place. Another issue was the placement within the Millennium Centre. Not only was the company rehearsing there, but there was the normal centre staff, tourists and visitors to sort through. They decided to back track from when Ianto and Gareth entered the dressing room at the end of the day. Jack wisely only brought up the camera in the hallway.
Ianto lifted his steaming cup of coffee to his lips as he watched the images of himself and Gareth walking backwards on the screen on the wall behind Jack’s desk.
Jack was lounged in his chair, keyboard resting on his lap as he typed in commands one handed and lifted his own steaming blue and white striped cup to his mouth. A plate of toast lay amongst the papers on his desk, resting next to the crushed canister, within reach of both men.
The vision continued backwards until they joined Tim and Burn outside the rehearsal room. Jack paused it as he turned to Ianto, concern in his startling blue eyes.
“He looks just like Owen,” he said as he pointed at the screen.
“I know, but it’s not,” Ianto said quietly as he looked up again at the screen, focusing on the twin of his not so recently deceased colleague. “It threw me when Gareth introduced me to him the first time. I called him Owen, too. His name is Burn, friendly, not snarky like Owen at all.”
Ianto glanced back down at his coffee, the loss of Owen and Tosh still so fresh and painful. Jack had started the vision again when something twigged in Ianto’s memory. He glanced back at the screen to see that Jack had followed their movements back into the rehearsal room just prior to them leaving for the day.
“Jack, stop there!” He exclaimed. He looked at the screen intently, noting himself, Gareth, Burn and Tim. “Go forward again, show both cameras before we leave the room.” Jack split the screen and pulled up the corridor camera a couple of minutes before the previous vision he had shown.
“Is that far back enough?” he asked Ianto.
“It should be,” was the confused reply. “Play them both,” he requested.
They watched in silence as there on the screen on one side was the four men talking and then leaving the room. Nothing entered or exited the room from the corridor camera until the four exited the rehearsal space.
“That’s not right,” Ianto said. “Go back to the rehearsal space. Keep tracking back.”
Jack pulled the rehearsal space back into full screen mode and kept it on wide vision of the room as he continued with it tracking backwards at a reasonable speed. Both men had placed their coffees on the desk, forgotten. Ianto was peering intently at the screen and Jack was flickering his vision between Ianto’s reactions and the screen.
“It’s not right,” Ianto muttered again a few minutes in. “Go back to the end again,” he asked of Jack.
Jack obediently flickered the action back to the point Ianto requested. He paused it and looked to Ianto expectantly.
“He was there, I know he was there,” Ianto said sotto voce as he looked at the screen, the image of the four men imbedded in his memory. Realisation dawned on his face as he looked at Jack. “It’s Davey!” he claimed.
“Huh?” Jack asked
“Davey! He was there at the end with us and other times as well earlier but he’s not showing up on the vision.” Ianto pointed at the screen. “See the space between Tim and Gareth? That’s where Davey was. Play it and watch as they walk through the door. There’s a body there that isn’t showing up.”
Jack played the vision and watched closely as the men exited the room. Sure enough, just as Ianto claimed he could see the reactions of the others around the space indicated that something was there in that space.
“No wonder there are no visuals of Cooakalin’s, they don’t show up on film,” Jack stated.
“He’ll be there now,” Ianto said as he glanced at his watch. “Only one present to go, remember.”
The two men looked at each other for a moment before both sprang into action, Jack reaching for his coat and holster and Ianto running out of the room to his desk to grab his own weapon, stashing it into his jeans. As Jack left his office he glanced towards Ianto who was tucking his hooded top over his jeans and the concealed weapon.
“Lift,” he said as he moved towards it.
Ianto joined him on the lift. The two stood in close silence as it ascended up the Hub. As it locked into place on the Plas, the two men, not heeding anyone else around them took off at a run towards the Centre.
“Oi, slow down!” They heard. That familiar voice caused them both to stop in their tracks and spin towards it.
“Where the bloody hell did you two appear from so quickly?” Gareth asked as he wandered up towards the Tower.
“Found your stalker,” Ianto announced before looking at Jack, and at Jack’s nod they both took off for the Centre again at a dead run. Jack’s coat flowing behind him in the morning light, Ianto’s lean legs helping him keep apace with Jack.
Unknown to the two of them was Gareth following close behind them, unmindful of the possible danger to himself but eager to see the bastard caught that caused him such tumult yesterday.
Chapter 22 this way