Another vampire romance [fic]
Title: Another vampire romance
Author: shadowbyrd
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Torchwood/True Blood
Prompt: X finds out for jantolution
Word Count: 1416
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Summary: Owen finds out about Ianto's new man. When he says "man"...
When Ianto woke up the next morning Jack had left for wherever it was he went to hide from the sun, leaving him a note on his bedside table.
Pipes under the sink leaking.
Jack
Ianto shot out of bed and ran downstairs to the kitchen. Jack had put a bucket under the leak, now coming up to three quarters of the way full. Ianto sat back on his heels and sighed. The last time the pipes had played up had been when Owen was house-sitting for him last year. Ever since, anything Ianto had done to them had resulted only in him getting sprayed in the face. Owen, annoyingly, maintained a strange affinity with the piping and was able to return them to perfect working order in minutes, whatever the problem.
He phoned Owen who, bored and eager to take one off Ianto’s you owe me one board, was over in half an hour.
“Alright,” said Owen pushing past Ianto when he opened the door “Where’s the problem?”
“Kitchen.” Ianto called after him, pushing the door shut “There’s some beer in the fridge for when you’re finished.”
“The good stuff?” Owen called, the gentle clink and rattle of the bottle indicating he was already checking it out for himself.
Ianto snorted “Would I have asked you around if I hadn’t? You till haven’t let me forget that time I tried to give you that Scandinavian stuff, you remember that? You still bitch to me about that even when you’re…pissed…”
Ianto paused, realising that Owen had yet to interrupt him, or protest over the “bitchy” comment. “Owen?”
Owen didn’t answer.
In a flash of fear, Ianto remembered the bottles of Tru Blood he had bought for Jack. He rushed through to the kitchen and sure enough, there it was, one loose half-drunk bottle clutched in Owen’s hand.
As soon as he realised he wasn’t alone the numb look of shock was replaced with a carefully calm expression. “I can’t wait to hear the explanation for this.”
“How about it’s none of your business?” Ianto snapped
“It’s my business if you get glamoured and killed by some bloody vampire!” Owen shouted back
“It’s not like that,” said Ianto “I’ve been - I’ve had a virus, I read in a magazine that drinking Tru Blood can make it go away faster.”
Owen gave him a cold look. “Because you’d trust a magazine article over my considerable medical experience - even your not that stupid Ianto.”
Ianto gave him an apologetic shrug.
Owen narrowed his eyes.
Ianto sighed. “Alright, I’m not ill. I just like the taste. And, y’know, you’re with a girl, you’re in the right mood…” Ianto trailed off, pulling what he hoped was a suggestive expression.
Owen held the bottle out to him.
“What?”
“Drink it.” Owen dared.
Ianto gave him a nervous laugh “What you want me to drink it now? Prove it?”
“Yeah, I am.” says Owen, eyes hard.
Ianto swallowed and took the bottle from Owen, giving him a small salute. Just pretend it’s a Bloody Mary he told himself. a Bloody Mary or a Daiquiri or something.
The illusion held until the second the stuff filled Ianto’s mouth. He spat it out in a magnificent spray, some of which even hit the ceiling. Though most of it hit Owen.
Even with Tru Blood and salvia dripping down his face Owen was grimly triumphant. “I knew it. You kinky little git - it’s always the quiet ones, isn’t it? Jesus H, do you know what you’ve gotten yourself into?”
Ianto wiped his mouth on the back his hand, feeling sheepish and a little unsteady. “I love him, Owen.”
“Oh, don’t give me that; he’s a vampire! And a he, apparently , but the point is he’;s dangerous, Ianto!”
“Yeah, you’re right, he could be lying, could be trying to fuck me over - oh wait, people do that too!” Ianto’s knuckles went white around the bottle.
Owen wiped his face off with his sleeve. “Don’t give me that! A human can’t drain your whole body of blood in under two minutes. Can’t throw you around like a rag doll and make it look like an accident, not like a vampire can.”
“He’s not like that.”
“Ianto, they drink blood to stay alive - violence is in their nature.”
“If you met him you’d understand.” said Ianto, trying to sound more forceful.
“The vampire drinking my friend’s blood? Oh, I’m sure I will. God, no wonder you cancelled your last appointment.” Owen was ranting away to himself now, pacing the kitchen floor.
“He doesn’t drink it to live,” said Ianto, getting angry with Owen’s constant dismissals. “That’s what this is for!” He only meant to shove the bottle in Owen’s face, but he must have but he must have been angrier than he thought. Before he knew it, he arm had drawn back and he flung it to the floor, just past Owen’s feet where it shattered apart.
There were a few terrible moments of ringing silence, before Owen burst out laughing, apparently against his will.
“Very rock star,” Owen mocked “Sleeping with a vampire and throwing bottles at your mates!”
“I was aiming at the floor.” Ianto protested, the laughter gone. “And leave Jack out of this.”
“Oh, he has a name, does he?” asked Owen, sounding less like and more like a bratty older brother. “Tell me then, when will Jack be dropping around?”
Ianto sighed. “If I tell you, do you promise to bear in mind all that danger that you were just ranting to me about?”
Owen smirked “I though he wasn’t like that?” he said, punching Ianto on the shoulder.
“For you, I think even Buddha would make an exception.” Ianto muttered.
*
The kitchen was silent, Owen and Jack locked in a staring competition, sizing each other up. Ianto sat between them, sipping his tea quietly and trying to stop coming up with excuses to leave the room. Go donly knew what would happen if he left them alone together.
“So.” said Jack finally, making Ianto jump. “I understand that you’ve voiced some concerns about me.”
“I make a point of voicing concerns that I have about anyone Ianto sees. Male. Female. Human -”
“Vampire.” Jack finished.
Owen sat back in his seat. “Has Ianto told you what I do?”
“You’re a doctor.” said Jack.
“So you’ll know - I’ve seen the kind of things you could do to a human.”
“Has Ianto told you I’m mainstreaming?” asked Jack. Ianto was fast feeling like they’d forgotten he was there with them too.
“That doesn’t make it any less dangerous for him.” said Owen, jerking his head in Ianto’s direction “Never mind what you might or might not do to him, there’s other vampires who aren’t mainstreaming. There are humans with some very extreme views on things like this.”
Jack stiffened. “I won’t let any harm come to Ianto., you may rest assured of that.”
Ianto couldn’t help the small smile at how vehement Jack sounded.
“Oh may I?” asked Owen, one eyebrow flicking up.
Ianto put his hands over his eyes.
He heard Owen sigh. “It’s going to take me a while. Getting used to it, I mean. To say nothing of what the girls are going to be like when they find out -”
“They already know.” said Ianto, moving his hands over his ears.
But again, nothing happened. When Ianto dared to look, Owen was clearly biting his tongue. “I see.” he bit out “So, I’m last to find out, am I?”
“I don’t think Ianto’s said anything to his sister yet.” said Jack, throwing Ianto a pointed look.
“Later.” Ianto hissed back.
“Anyway,” says Owen loudly, palms slamming down on the table. “I’m still not really OK with this,” he gestured between Jack and Ianto “But provided that you don’t harm Ianto in any lasting way, I’ll not be coming after you.”
Jack smiled. “That’s comforting.”
“Don’t get sarky with me, mate. I told you, I’m a doctor, I know at least three different ways I could kill you and make it look like an accident.”
“Three, huh?” Jack whistled “Someone’s been blabbing.”
“Oh, what, it couldn’t just be good old fashioned human intuition?” asked Owen
“Not with you I’d have thought.” said Ianto slyly
“I didn’t make any mention of not killing you.” Owen said
“Give it your best shot.” Ianto said, looping an arm around Jack “I’m shacked up with a vampire.”
Jack rolled his eyes. “Ianto, don’t be crass.”
Author: shadowbyrd
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Torchwood/True Blood
Prompt: X finds out for jantolution
Word Count: 1416
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Summary: Owen finds out about Ianto's new man. When he says "man"...
When Ianto woke up the next morning Jack had left for wherever it was he went to hide from the sun, leaving him a note on his bedside table.
Pipes under the sink leaking.
Jack
Ianto shot out of bed and ran downstairs to the kitchen. Jack had put a bucket under the leak, now coming up to three quarters of the way full. Ianto sat back on his heels and sighed. The last time the pipes had played up had been when Owen was house-sitting for him last year. Ever since, anything Ianto had done to them had resulted only in him getting sprayed in the face. Owen, annoyingly, maintained a strange affinity with the piping and was able to return them to perfect working order in minutes, whatever the problem.
He phoned Owen who, bored and eager to take one off Ianto’s you owe me one board, was over in half an hour.
“Alright,” said Owen pushing past Ianto when he opened the door “Where’s the problem?”
“Kitchen.” Ianto called after him, pushing the door shut “There’s some beer in the fridge for when you’re finished.”
“The good stuff?” Owen called, the gentle clink and rattle of the bottle indicating he was already checking it out for himself.
Ianto snorted “Would I have asked you around if I hadn’t? You till haven’t let me forget that time I tried to give you that Scandinavian stuff, you remember that? You still bitch to me about that even when you’re…pissed…”
Ianto paused, realising that Owen had yet to interrupt him, or protest over the “bitchy” comment. “Owen?”
Owen didn’t answer.
In a flash of fear, Ianto remembered the bottles of Tru Blood he had bought for Jack. He rushed through to the kitchen and sure enough, there it was, one loose half-drunk bottle clutched in Owen’s hand.
As soon as he realised he wasn’t alone the numb look of shock was replaced with a carefully calm expression. “I can’t wait to hear the explanation for this.”
“How about it’s none of your business?” Ianto snapped
“It’s my business if you get glamoured and killed by some bloody vampire!” Owen shouted back
“It’s not like that,” said Ianto “I’ve been - I’ve had a virus, I read in a magazine that drinking Tru Blood can make it go away faster.”
Owen gave him a cold look. “Because you’d trust a magazine article over my considerable medical experience - even your not that stupid Ianto.”
Ianto gave him an apologetic shrug.
Owen narrowed his eyes.
Ianto sighed. “Alright, I’m not ill. I just like the taste. And, y’know, you’re with a girl, you’re in the right mood…” Ianto trailed off, pulling what he hoped was a suggestive expression.
Owen held the bottle out to him.
“What?”
“Drink it.” Owen dared.
Ianto gave him a nervous laugh “What you want me to drink it now? Prove it?”
“Yeah, I am.” says Owen, eyes hard.
Ianto swallowed and took the bottle from Owen, giving him a small salute. Just pretend it’s a Bloody Mary he told himself. a Bloody Mary or a Daiquiri or something.
The illusion held until the second the stuff filled Ianto’s mouth. He spat it out in a magnificent spray, some of which even hit the ceiling. Though most of it hit Owen.
Even with Tru Blood and salvia dripping down his face Owen was grimly triumphant. “I knew it. You kinky little git - it’s always the quiet ones, isn’t it? Jesus H, do you know what you’ve gotten yourself into?”
Ianto wiped his mouth on the back his hand, feeling sheepish and a little unsteady. “I love him, Owen.”
“Oh, don’t give me that; he’s a vampire! And a he, apparently , but the point is he’;s dangerous, Ianto!”
“Yeah, you’re right, he could be lying, could be trying to fuck me over - oh wait, people do that too!” Ianto’s knuckles went white around the bottle.
Owen wiped his face off with his sleeve. “Don’t give me that! A human can’t drain your whole body of blood in under two minutes. Can’t throw you around like a rag doll and make it look like an accident, not like a vampire can.”
“He’s not like that.”
“Ianto, they drink blood to stay alive - violence is in their nature.”
“If you met him you’d understand.” said Ianto, trying to sound more forceful.
“The vampire drinking my friend’s blood? Oh, I’m sure I will. God, no wonder you cancelled your last appointment.” Owen was ranting away to himself now, pacing the kitchen floor.
“He doesn’t drink it to live,” said Ianto, getting angry with Owen’s constant dismissals. “That’s what this is for!” He only meant to shove the bottle in Owen’s face, but he must have but he must have been angrier than he thought. Before he knew it, he arm had drawn back and he flung it to the floor, just past Owen’s feet where it shattered apart.
There were a few terrible moments of ringing silence, before Owen burst out laughing, apparently against his will.
“Very rock star,” Owen mocked “Sleeping with a vampire and throwing bottles at your mates!”
“I was aiming at the floor.” Ianto protested, the laughter gone. “And leave Jack out of this.”
“Oh, he has a name, does he?” asked Owen, sounding less like and more like a bratty older brother. “Tell me then, when will Jack be dropping around?”
Ianto sighed. “If I tell you, do you promise to bear in mind all that danger that you were just ranting to me about?”
Owen smirked “I though he wasn’t like that?” he said, punching Ianto on the shoulder.
“For you, I think even Buddha would make an exception.” Ianto muttered.
*
The kitchen was silent, Owen and Jack locked in a staring competition, sizing each other up. Ianto sat between them, sipping his tea quietly and trying to stop coming up with excuses to leave the room. Go donly knew what would happen if he left them alone together.
“So.” said Jack finally, making Ianto jump. “I understand that you’ve voiced some concerns about me.”
“I make a point of voicing concerns that I have about anyone Ianto sees. Male. Female. Human -”
“Vampire.” Jack finished.
Owen sat back in his seat. “Has Ianto told you what I do?”
“You’re a doctor.” said Jack.
“So you’ll know - I’ve seen the kind of things you could do to a human.”
“Has Ianto told you I’m mainstreaming?” asked Jack. Ianto was fast feeling like they’d forgotten he was there with them too.
“That doesn’t make it any less dangerous for him.” said Owen, jerking his head in Ianto’s direction “Never mind what you might or might not do to him, there’s other vampires who aren’t mainstreaming. There are humans with some very extreme views on things like this.”
Jack stiffened. “I won’t let any harm come to Ianto., you may rest assured of that.”
Ianto couldn’t help the small smile at how vehement Jack sounded.
“Oh may I?” asked Owen, one eyebrow flicking up.
Ianto put his hands over his eyes.
He heard Owen sigh. “It’s going to take me a while. Getting used to it, I mean. To say nothing of what the girls are going to be like when they find out -”
“They already know.” said Ianto, moving his hands over his ears.
But again, nothing happened. When Ianto dared to look, Owen was clearly biting his tongue. “I see.” he bit out “So, I’m last to find out, am I?”
“I don’t think Ianto’s said anything to his sister yet.” said Jack, throwing Ianto a pointed look.
“Later.” Ianto hissed back.
“Anyway,” says Owen loudly, palms slamming down on the table. “I’m still not really OK with this,” he gestured between Jack and Ianto “But provided that you don’t harm Ianto in any lasting way, I’ll not be coming after you.”
Jack smiled. “That’s comforting.”
“Don’t get sarky with me, mate. I told you, I’m a doctor, I know at least three different ways I could kill you and make it look like an accident.”
“Three, huh?” Jack whistled “Someone’s been blabbing.”
“Oh, what, it couldn’t just be good old fashioned human intuition?” asked Owen
“Not with you I’d have thought.” said Ianto slyly
“I didn’t make any mention of not killing you.” Owen said
“Give it your best shot.” Ianto said, looping an arm around Jack “I’m shacked up with a vampire.”
Jack rolled his eyes. “Ianto, don’t be crass.”