Fill: Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, Character Death and AngstalafayeJuly 23 2011, 22:51:26 UTC
This hurt, but it needed to be written. It's not been touched by a beta, I apologize.
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The tie was the only remnant Jack had left of any of his close lovers from his decades on Earth. He knows better now--if ever he lets anyone that close again, he'll keep any souveniers in someplace secure. He hasn't quite worked out where that will be, but it will be safe.
Before now, the tie stayed in a water proof, fire safe box that was hidden behind a few bricks. It was as safe as he figured, especially in this part of town.
There was a slight musty smell to it, but it still...smelled like him. Like Ianto. He had worn it the day before those dark events and had teased Jack with it all day. It was brand new, bought as a gift because Jack had destroyed another. It seemed like another was going to be broken in.
(It had; that night, Jack had wrapped it around Ianto's mouth and fucked the other man for hours. Day light had been breaking when they finally finished up.)
Ianto's cologne--spicy--and soap and unique smell rose up to greet Jack like a ghost, chipping a bit more at his heart. He slipped it on and tied it slowly, deliberately, exactly as Ianto used to when he had time in the morning to be completely careful about his morning toilet. (Jack relished those mornings, preferring to watch Ianto shower and shave and dress; it was almost as erotic as undressing the younger man.)
He smoothed it down his chest and took a deep breath. Never forgotten. He wouldn't. He couldn't.
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The tie was the only remnant Jack had left of any of his close lovers from his decades on Earth. He knows better now--if ever he lets anyone that close again, he'll keep any souveniers in someplace secure. He hasn't quite worked out where that will be, but it will be safe.
Before now, the tie stayed in a water proof, fire safe box that was hidden behind a few bricks. It was as safe as he figured, especially in this part of town.
There was a slight musty smell to it, but it still...smelled like him. Like Ianto. He had worn it the day before those dark events and had teased Jack with it all day. It was brand new, bought as a gift because Jack had destroyed another. It seemed like another was going to be broken in.
(It had; that night, Jack had wrapped it around Ianto's mouth and fucked the other man for hours. Day light had been breaking when they finally finished up.)
Ianto's cologne--spicy--and soap and unique smell rose up to greet Jack like a ghost, chipping a bit more at his heart. He slipped it on and tied it slowly, deliberately, exactly as Ianto used to when he had time in the morning to be completely careful about his morning toilet. (Jack relished those mornings, preferring to watch Ianto shower and shave and dress; it was almost as erotic as undressing the younger man.)
He smoothed it down his chest and took a deep breath. Never forgotten. He wouldn't. He couldn't.
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