Fic: Lace the drinks with pills called ret-con
Title: Lace the drinks with pills called ret-con
Author Name: Anonymous
Original Prompt Number: 044
Pairing(s): Jack/Ianto!
Summary: After the loss of Tosh and Owen, Jack decides on a plan to keep someone safe.
Rating: NC-17. To be safe.
Disclaimer: I do not, nor ever will own Torchwood.
Warnings: Dark slashy themes. Just beware.
Word Count: 2977
Author's Notes: Slightly worried about my slash scene... since I am a bit incompetent about it, but hopefully everyone will enjoy it. I would also like to thank my amazing beta, since she is going to get the praise she deserves until I can post with names.
This story was written for a prompt 044, by Cyberamanda
Beta: D
It was a week before Christmas, and the hub was full of tinsel and a large tree. Gwen had insisted on decorating the hub, telling Jack and Ianto that even in a secret base for alien hunters, Christmas had to be acknowledged. Jack hadn’t bothered fighting; the look on Gwen and Ianto’s faces when they were decorating the tree showed him he had made the right decision.
And that was when it had hit him: Ianto looked so youthful doing something as normal as putting up a Christmas tree. Something simple, something ordinary. It was that moment that he felt guilty; Tosh and Owen should still be here. Owen should be complaining as Gwen attempted to put a pair of antlers on his head, and Tosh should be sitting sat at her desk, typing and adding small and personal decorations to the monitors.
He felt guilty that Ianto wasn’t at his apartment putting up the Christmas tree, laughing with a normal partner as they added a few tacky baubles from in the attic, rather than with Gwen putting up alien decorations that glowed the passer’s favourite colour. It was at that moment that Jack came to a hard decision; it was difficult, but it was the best he could think of.
-
It was Christmas Eve, Jack had never understood why everyone got so excited on Christmas Eve. Many still had to work, knowing that you had presents but having had to resist opening them. And Jack didn’t like any form self control.
He was broken from his train of thought was broken when Gwen came bouncing into the office, Ianto close behind with mugs of coffee.
“So, Gwen what was it you wanted me in here for?” Ianto asked, placing the tray down and handing Jack his coffee, grinning at him. Jack couldn’t help but grin back.
“Well, I thought that since it was Christmas…” She quickly pulled two parcels out from behind her back. “Presents. I’m afraid there not much, but, my mam always says it’s the thought that counts.”
She handed Ianto a small box; it was wrapped in bright red paper, with reindeer jumping all over the colourful parcel. For Jack she had a blue rectangular shaped present, his covered in small Santa’s laughing and carrying sacks.
“But no opening them until tomorrow,” she said sternly, pointing at them both. Ianto smiled and allowed himself to be pulled into a hug.
“Ok, quitting time.” Jack exclaimed. Gwen grinned, hugging Jack also before almost running out of the hub, yelling. Something about Rhys and turkey.
Ianto was smiling as he watched her rushing out as quickly as possible. “So, Jack. What are you doing for Christmas?” He asked. Jack sat down in his chair before replying.
“Not much, watching the rift.”
“You can’t do that for Christmas!”
“Well, what are you doing?”
“Watching TV, eating turkey, kissing you under the mistletoe.” He replied, standing between Jack’s parted legs. Pulling him into an intense kiss. Jack automatically responded. Opening his lips as he felt Ianto’s tongue plunge into his mouth, the taste of the coffee he had just drunk was strong. Ianto’s hands slide into his hair, whilst his own hands moved to cup the young man's chin.
He felt his body starting to respond to the man in the suit. Ianto pulled away, taking a deep breath. “Before you get too excited, I’m taking you home.”
Jack couldn’t help the sadness that was behind his smile. “You go and get the SUV, I have something to pick up before we go.”
Ianto nodded, taking the mugs into the kitchen, picking up a few streamers that were still on the floor before heading out the cog door.
Jack stood up, running a hand through his hair and headed down to the autopsy bay. Unlocking a medicine cabinet, he pulled out a small box, unlocked that also. Before quickly calculating how much was needed. Two small pills should cover all the memories that prevented Ianto living a normal life.
He picked up a file, slipping it into one of the greatcoat pockets. With that he headed to the cog door and went to find Ianto.
-
“Ready?” asked Ianto, fastening his seatbelt.
Jack nodded, “The question, is are you?”
“Pardon?” Ianto enquired, looking at the smug grin on Jack’s face. “Tell me.” He demanded like a small child.
“Nope. Just going to have to wait.” Jack replied. Ianto rolled his eyes and pressed his foot on the accelerator.
Jack smiled smugly all the way to Ianto’s flat, refusing to answer Ianto’s questions and resisting the clear pout.
“Is it at my flat?” Ianto tried.
“Nope.”
“It speaks!” Replied Ianto sarcastically. “What and where is it then?”
“Surprise.” Jack said simply and got out as soon as Ianto stopped the car. “Just get changed and you’ll find out.”
“I don’t even know where we are going, how am I supposed to know what to wear.”
“Surprise me.” Jack leant against the car. “You have 15 minutes, go.”
Ianto laughed and walked into the building, Jack followed.
-
Twenty 20 minutes after their planned arrival time, Jack pulled up outside a small restaurant, nothing fancy, just a small place he had found on his travels around Cardiff, although the last time he had visited had been a few years ago. Even if it only seemed like a few weeks.
The food was had been great, and despite the nerves in Jack’s stomach, he had happily chatted and laughed with Ianto. They had quickly paid after the main course in a rush to get back to Ianto’s flat.
The rain had drenched them both on the short distance from car to flat. They once in the building, Ianto laughed at Jack’s soaked greatcoat, normally flying around as Jack ran, it was now dripping down his legs. Water forming a small pool around his boots.
“We’d better change,” Ianto muttered, biting his lip. Jack just smirked, before dropping the greatcoat and pushing Ianto backwards into the bedroom whilst attacking his mouth.
-
Ianto was just recovering from a major orgasm, and Jack had kindly decided that he would go and organise refreshments. He couldn’t make decent coffee to save his life - (and he didn’t want to risk it by using Ianto’s coffee maker). However, Jack had become very competent with hot chocolate, after preparing two mugs, he retrieved his coat and pulled the small pills.
Sighing he looked at the mug and the pills in his hand… could he really do it? He needed to, but he didn’t really want to loose Ianto. Biting his lip he came to the possibly life changing decision.
-
The snores were gentle, Jack sat and listened, watching as Ianto’s chest rose and sank. He glanced at the clock - it was getting dangerously close to the morning, he got up and dressed, looking at the final bin liner sat at the door. After a quick swoop around he found that he had managed to remove everything and anything that would trigger any memories.
He had also established a new background story, photos, he had even set Ianto up with a pleasant girl on a dating site - not that he could really bring himself to think too much into it.
He quietly let himself out of the flat, bin liner in hand, and drove back to the Hub.
He carried the large bin bags through the Torchwood garage to the armoury, where he dropped them and stalked into his office. Sitting at his desk, he placed his elbows on the desk and leant on his hands. He didn’t know what to feel, in his stomach he felt loss. For Tosh and Owen, and now Ianto. He could not risk seeing him again, he was pretty sure he could override the retcon. For a split second he regretted his actions, but Ianto deserved the chance to live a normal life. Free from the risk of a premature death, and never ending misery.
He sighed loudly, he needed to think how to tell Gwen, what to do next, who to employ. But right now he couldn’t be bothered. He wanted to strop and mourn the loss of another team mate… and a … partner?
-
Christmas Day felt lonely, really isolated. He had woken up and walked into his living room, (which felt like something was missing), but there was a tree, in his tasteful decorations, photos, and presents? He wandered over to look, they were from distant relations, people he knew from his job in… the 'Coffee Hut'? One from someone he had never heard of called John. And a small, neatly wrapped present in cheerful reindeer paper which was from someone named Gwen.
That name rang a distant bell, a very distant chime. And then instantly, it felt like a thousand tiny needles were pricking his brain.
-
Ianto was furious. "How could he do this!" He yelled out into the cold air, the Plass was empty - which wasn't surprising. Slamming open the tourist and slamming the button, he stormed into the Hub.
-
Jack sat up straight in his chair, he had heard the cog door, and although he was unsure why Gwen would be wanting to come in today, he walked to the door of his office just in time to see a clearly pissed Ianto Jones.
Ianto walked straight up to the Captain, grabbing his shoulders and quickly backing him up to one of the walls in his office. Jack could feel the brick pushing into his back, pressing into the flesh, but looking at Ianto’s face, the fire burning in his eyes and the way his jaw was clenched, he couldn’t help but ignore the sharp stabbing in his back; he nervously swallowed, hard.
Ianto’s hands grabbed Jack’s wrists and pushed them sharply above Jack’s head and against the wall. He leant so he was pressing all his weight onto Jack’s wrists. Breathing deep and heavy near Jack’s ears, the occasional warm wisp was felt against Jack’s lips.
“You fucking bastard.” Ianto hissed, almost in a whisper, but the threat was intense and Jack stayed still, looking into Ianto’s eyes. Signing up for the silent challenge, not backing out of the staring match.
Ianto shoved Jack’s wrists a bit harder into the exposed brick work, his whole body pinning down Jack’s and pressing into him. Jack couldn’t help feeling a part of his lower anatomy swelling;, he chanced a quick look down; as soon as he looked up and saw the evil grin on Ianto’s face, he knew it had been a mistake. Sure enough Ianto pulled his body away, Jack just managing not to whimper or moan a the loss of contact. Wrists still firmly pressed against the office wall. Confusion as to what Ianto was doing in the Hub, slowly melting away.
Jack opened his mouth, but as soon as he did Ianto released one wrist and placed his hand over Jack’s mouth. “You forgot Gwen’s present. Amazingly I remembered her… and then you.” He almost spat the second part. Before Jack could even attempt to mutter some form of reply, Ianto thrust his hips to Jack’s. He felt his eyes closing slightly, Ianto was as hard as he was, and the glorious friction made him want Ianto just that much more.
Suddenly Ianto was gone - well Jack could still see him, but Ianto had stepped back, all the way to his office door. Jack stood up straight, having started to slump under Ianto’s shadow.
“I meant what I said Jack. You are a fucking bastard! Why the hell?” The anger was growing in Ianto’s eyes. His jaw was clenched again as he paced near the door, and his hands were subconsciously clenching into fists.
“Why!” He yelled, turning and looking right into Jack's eyes. Jack just stood on the same spot, unsure what Ianto was going to do. He had never seen him like this, not even after Lisa, although that anger was diluted by sorrow and loss. “Tell me Jack!” He demanded.
Jack didn’t reply, Ianto stormed over to him again. “Make me understand,” he hissed. Jack got a horrible sense of déjà vu, it was the same phrase Gwen had used on the cannibals, another day he had nearly lost Ianto. The day when he first realised he did care about the man stood in front of him.
“I wanted you to be safe.” Jack muttered. That didn’t seem to work, Ianto shoved him hard, Jack nearly falling over in surprise.
“Not good enough, Jack.” He replied, “No where near good enough.”
Jack expected many things, to get punched, yelled at or even for Ianto to walk out. But what he didn’t expect was the sudden press pair of lips on his own. Hard and demanding. He parted his lips immediately for the forceful tongue that entered his mouth. The kiss heated, Ianto taking dominance, and Jack felt in no rush to steal it.
Jack’s muffled groan echoed loudly, he felt one of Ianto’s hands pressing against his groin, the other trying to undo his belt. Jack reached down to help, only to have his hand slapped away and something that sounded like, ’don’t’ muttered darkly next to his ear, followed by a sharp nip on his neck.
His trousers were gone suddenly, and Jack was rotated and slammed against the wall, given only seconds to brace himself. He felt Ianto’s hand slide into his underwear and there was a hand cupping his balls. He bit his lip to prevent himself from grunting, knowing that Ianto wanted a sign that he was in control, but Jack wasn’t willing to give up control as easily as he had in the kiss.
He tried to push back, only to be pushed flush against the wall, wincing, Jack relaxed his resistance fractionally. “You’re mine. For now you’re mine." Spilled from Ianto's lips.
Normally Jack enjoyed a possessive Ianto, the sex was fast and hot, and Jack nearly melted just thinking about it. But Possessive Ianto secretly terrified Jack, even though he couldn’t die, he knew there their were worse pains and torture than death. He was brought out of his nostalgia when one fingers was shoved roughly inside him, grimacing at the bare minimum of lubricate Ianto was using.
Jack grumbled mainly in pain when Ianto harshly pressed him hard against the wall and was in him. There was a brief pause in which Jack could hear Ianto’s heart beat vibrating. He also felt Ianto gradually relax behind him; for a fraction of a seconds he swore he heard a whisper. "Why, Jack, I thought we were getting somewhere…”
But then the harsh Ianto was back, pulling Jack’s hips back, forcing him to bend over and expose himself or risk falling on his face, and he was pretty sure Ianto would just pound him into the stone floor rather than the wall. Resigning himself to his fate, Jack tried to think of other the past times when Ianto had been softer or harder with a caring undercurrent. He could hear Ianto’s breathing and grunts. Primal sounds slowly starting to sound more like sobs, he tried to pull away, to provide some comfort, but he was pushed hard against the wall once more.
He made a very uncharacteristic whimper as his flaccid member was ground into the brick work - and that was when he felt Ianto’s nails dig in as he came close to climax. After a loud groan, Ianto pulled away to dress. Jack didn’t know what to do; he just watched as Ianto quickly pulled on the discarded clothing. As soon as the miniscule sob escaped Ianto's lips, Jack grabbed his underwear. Ianto turned to leave whilst Jack hurriedly pulled underwear on before chasing after Ianto. He grabbed his greatcoat on the way out.
“Ianto, wait! You can’t just leave!”
“Yes I can Jack, just like you were going to leave me.” He said, not stopping or slowing, or even turning around.
“It was for your own good!”
Ianto stopped then, and spun around to face Jack, “Never say that again, I don’t want to be near you, not now. Probably not ever.”
And with that he was gone.
-
Gwen had spent the first hour catching up on a few weevil captures Jack had expertly handled over the holidays. She had happily told the tale of how Rhys burnt the Christmas turkey, his niece had nearly broken her arm, and how Brenda - (the mother-in-law from hell), had been asking when to expect Williams grandchildren.
By 10 am, she was starting to get suspicious. “Jack? Have you seen Ianto? I wanted to see if he liked his present.”
He knew from the way her expression changed that she had an idea what was happening. “Jack, you didn’t do something stupid did you?”
The sheepish look on Jack’s face gave him away fully. "I may have upset him, by slipping something in his drink..."
“You bastard!” She yelled, grabbing a file and smacking him on the arm.
Both spun around when the most wonderful Welsh vocals called out, “Are we attacking Jack? Can I join in?”
Gwen instantly ran over and wrapped her arms around Ianto, she had no clue what was happening, but she was certain Torchwood's future hadn't involved Ianto.
The smile on Jack’s face was almost blinding. So Ianto would be pissed, and not talk to him, and possibly even serve him decaf. But the fact that he was here at Torchwood, was the first sign that he was possibly going to forgive Jack.
And the hint of a smirk on his face later that day when he handed Jack his coffee was a definite indication, that decaf was on the menu and the future looked a bit brighter.
-
A/N 2: I hope this is what you were wanting. And thank you to anyone reading.
Author Name: Anonymous
Original Prompt Number: 044
Pairing(s): Jack/Ianto!
Summary: After the loss of Tosh and Owen, Jack decides on a plan to keep someone safe.
Rating: NC-17. To be safe.
Disclaimer: I do not, nor ever will own Torchwood.
Warnings: Dark slashy themes. Just beware.
Word Count: 2977
Author's Notes: Slightly worried about my slash scene... since I am a bit incompetent about it, but hopefully everyone will enjoy it. I would also like to thank my amazing beta, since she is going to get the praise she deserves until I can post with names.
This story was written for a prompt 044, by Cyberamanda
Beta: D
It was a week before Christmas, and the hub was full of tinsel and a large tree. Gwen had insisted on decorating the hub, telling Jack and Ianto that even in a secret base for alien hunters, Christmas had to be acknowledged. Jack hadn’t bothered fighting; the look on Gwen and Ianto’s faces when they were decorating the tree showed him he had made the right decision.
And that was when it had hit him: Ianto looked so youthful doing something as normal as putting up a Christmas tree. Something simple, something ordinary. It was that moment that he felt guilty; Tosh and Owen should still be here. Owen should be complaining as Gwen attempted to put a pair of antlers on his head, and Tosh should be sitting sat at her desk, typing and adding small and personal decorations to the monitors.
He felt guilty that Ianto wasn’t at his apartment putting up the Christmas tree, laughing with a normal partner as they added a few tacky baubles from in the attic, rather than with Gwen putting up alien decorations that glowed the passer’s favourite colour. It was at that moment that Jack came to a hard decision; it was difficult, but it was the best he could think of.
-
It was Christmas Eve, Jack had never understood why everyone got so excited on Christmas Eve. Many still had to work, knowing that you had presents but having had to resist opening them. And Jack didn’t like any form self control.
He was broken from his train of thought was broken when Gwen came bouncing into the office, Ianto close behind with mugs of coffee.
“So, Gwen what was it you wanted me in here for?” Ianto asked, placing the tray down and handing Jack his coffee, grinning at him. Jack couldn’t help but grin back.
“Well, I thought that since it was Christmas…” She quickly pulled two parcels out from behind her back. “Presents. I’m afraid there not much, but, my mam always says it’s the thought that counts.”
She handed Ianto a small box; it was wrapped in bright red paper, with reindeer jumping all over the colourful parcel. For Jack she had a blue rectangular shaped present, his covered in small Santa’s laughing and carrying sacks.
“But no opening them until tomorrow,” she said sternly, pointing at them both. Ianto smiled and allowed himself to be pulled into a hug.
“Ok, quitting time.” Jack exclaimed. Gwen grinned, hugging Jack also before almost running out of the hub, yelling. Something about Rhys and turkey.
Ianto was smiling as he watched her rushing out as quickly as possible. “So, Jack. What are you doing for Christmas?” He asked. Jack sat down in his chair before replying.
“Not much, watching the rift.”
“You can’t do that for Christmas!”
“Well, what are you doing?”
“Watching TV, eating turkey, kissing you under the mistletoe.” He replied, standing between Jack’s parted legs. Pulling him into an intense kiss. Jack automatically responded. Opening his lips as he felt Ianto’s tongue plunge into his mouth, the taste of the coffee he had just drunk was strong. Ianto’s hands slide into his hair, whilst his own hands moved to cup the young man's chin.
He felt his body starting to respond to the man in the suit. Ianto pulled away, taking a deep breath. “Before you get too excited, I’m taking you home.”
Jack couldn’t help the sadness that was behind his smile. “You go and get the SUV, I have something to pick up before we go.”
Ianto nodded, taking the mugs into the kitchen, picking up a few streamers that were still on the floor before heading out the cog door.
Jack stood up, running a hand through his hair and headed down to the autopsy bay. Unlocking a medicine cabinet, he pulled out a small box, unlocked that also. Before quickly calculating how much was needed. Two small pills should cover all the memories that prevented Ianto living a normal life.
He picked up a file, slipping it into one of the greatcoat pockets. With that he headed to the cog door and went to find Ianto.
-
“Ready?” asked Ianto, fastening his seatbelt.
Jack nodded, “The question, is are you?”
“Pardon?” Ianto enquired, looking at the smug grin on Jack’s face. “Tell me.” He demanded like a small child.
“Nope. Just going to have to wait.” Jack replied. Ianto rolled his eyes and pressed his foot on the accelerator.
Jack smiled smugly all the way to Ianto’s flat, refusing to answer Ianto’s questions and resisting the clear pout.
“Is it at my flat?” Ianto tried.
“Nope.”
“It speaks!” Replied Ianto sarcastically. “What and where is it then?”
“Surprise.” Jack said simply and got out as soon as Ianto stopped the car. “Just get changed and you’ll find out.”
“I don’t even know where we are going, how am I supposed to know what to wear.”
“Surprise me.” Jack leant against the car. “You have 15 minutes, go.”
Ianto laughed and walked into the building, Jack followed.
-
Twenty 20 minutes after their planned arrival time, Jack pulled up outside a small restaurant, nothing fancy, just a small place he had found on his travels around Cardiff, although the last time he had visited had been a few years ago. Even if it only seemed like a few weeks.
The food was had been great, and despite the nerves in Jack’s stomach, he had happily chatted and laughed with Ianto. They had quickly paid after the main course in a rush to get back to Ianto’s flat.
The rain had drenched them both on the short distance from car to flat. They once in the building, Ianto laughed at Jack’s soaked greatcoat, normally flying around as Jack ran, it was now dripping down his legs. Water forming a small pool around his boots.
“We’d better change,” Ianto muttered, biting his lip. Jack just smirked, before dropping the greatcoat and pushing Ianto backwards into the bedroom whilst attacking his mouth.
-
Ianto was just recovering from a major orgasm, and Jack had kindly decided that he would go and organise refreshments. He couldn’t make decent coffee to save his life - (and he didn’t want to risk it by using Ianto’s coffee maker). However, Jack had become very competent with hot chocolate, after preparing two mugs, he retrieved his coat and pulled the small pills.
Sighing he looked at the mug and the pills in his hand… could he really do it? He needed to, but he didn’t really want to loose Ianto. Biting his lip he came to the possibly life changing decision.
-
The snores were gentle, Jack sat and listened, watching as Ianto’s chest rose and sank. He glanced at the clock - it was getting dangerously close to the morning, he got up and dressed, looking at the final bin liner sat at the door. After a quick swoop around he found that he had managed to remove everything and anything that would trigger any memories.
He had also established a new background story, photos, he had even set Ianto up with a pleasant girl on a dating site - not that he could really bring himself to think too much into it.
He quietly let himself out of the flat, bin liner in hand, and drove back to the Hub.
He carried the large bin bags through the Torchwood garage to the armoury, where he dropped them and stalked into his office. Sitting at his desk, he placed his elbows on the desk and leant on his hands. He didn’t know what to feel, in his stomach he felt loss. For Tosh and Owen, and now Ianto. He could not risk seeing him again, he was pretty sure he could override the retcon. For a split second he regretted his actions, but Ianto deserved the chance to live a normal life. Free from the risk of a premature death, and never ending misery.
He sighed loudly, he needed to think how to tell Gwen, what to do next, who to employ. But right now he couldn’t be bothered. He wanted to strop and mourn the loss of another team mate… and a … partner?
-
Christmas Day felt lonely, really isolated. He had woken up and walked into his living room, (which felt like something was missing), but there was a tree, in his tasteful decorations, photos, and presents? He wandered over to look, they were from distant relations, people he knew from his job in… the 'Coffee Hut'? One from someone he had never heard of called John. And a small, neatly wrapped present in cheerful reindeer paper which was from someone named Gwen.
That name rang a distant bell, a very distant chime. And then instantly, it felt like a thousand tiny needles were pricking his brain.
-
Ianto was furious. "How could he do this!" He yelled out into the cold air, the Plass was empty - which wasn't surprising. Slamming open the tourist and slamming the button, he stormed into the Hub.
-
Jack sat up straight in his chair, he had heard the cog door, and although he was unsure why Gwen would be wanting to come in today, he walked to the door of his office just in time to see a clearly pissed Ianto Jones.
Ianto walked straight up to the Captain, grabbing his shoulders and quickly backing him up to one of the walls in his office. Jack could feel the brick pushing into his back, pressing into the flesh, but looking at Ianto’s face, the fire burning in his eyes and the way his jaw was clenched, he couldn’t help but ignore the sharp stabbing in his back; he nervously swallowed, hard.
Ianto’s hands grabbed Jack’s wrists and pushed them sharply above Jack’s head and against the wall. He leant so he was pressing all his weight onto Jack’s wrists. Breathing deep and heavy near Jack’s ears, the occasional warm wisp was felt against Jack’s lips.
“You fucking bastard.” Ianto hissed, almost in a whisper, but the threat was intense and Jack stayed still, looking into Ianto’s eyes. Signing up for the silent challenge, not backing out of the staring match.
Ianto shoved Jack’s wrists a bit harder into the exposed brick work, his whole body pinning down Jack’s and pressing into him. Jack couldn’t help feeling a part of his lower anatomy swelling;, he chanced a quick look down; as soon as he looked up and saw the evil grin on Ianto’s face, he knew it had been a mistake. Sure enough Ianto pulled his body away, Jack just managing not to whimper or moan a the loss of contact. Wrists still firmly pressed against the office wall. Confusion as to what Ianto was doing in the Hub, slowly melting away.
Jack opened his mouth, but as soon as he did Ianto released one wrist and placed his hand over Jack’s mouth. “You forgot Gwen’s present. Amazingly I remembered her… and then you.” He almost spat the second part. Before Jack could even attempt to mutter some form of reply, Ianto thrust his hips to Jack’s. He felt his eyes closing slightly, Ianto was as hard as he was, and the glorious friction made him want Ianto just that much more.
Suddenly Ianto was gone - well Jack could still see him, but Ianto had stepped back, all the way to his office door. Jack stood up straight, having started to slump under Ianto’s shadow.
“I meant what I said Jack. You are a fucking bastard! Why the hell?” The anger was growing in Ianto’s eyes. His jaw was clenched again as he paced near the door, and his hands were subconsciously clenching into fists.
“Why!” He yelled, turning and looking right into Jack's eyes. Jack just stood on the same spot, unsure what Ianto was going to do. He had never seen him like this, not even after Lisa, although that anger was diluted by sorrow and loss. “Tell me Jack!” He demanded.
Jack didn’t reply, Ianto stormed over to him again. “Make me understand,” he hissed. Jack got a horrible sense of déjà vu, it was the same phrase Gwen had used on the cannibals, another day he had nearly lost Ianto. The day when he first realised he did care about the man stood in front of him.
“I wanted you to be safe.” Jack muttered. That didn’t seem to work, Ianto shoved him hard, Jack nearly falling over in surprise.
“Not good enough, Jack.” He replied, “No where near good enough.”
Jack expected many things, to get punched, yelled at or even for Ianto to walk out. But what he didn’t expect was the sudden press pair of lips on his own. Hard and demanding. He parted his lips immediately for the forceful tongue that entered his mouth. The kiss heated, Ianto taking dominance, and Jack felt in no rush to steal it.
Jack’s muffled groan echoed loudly, he felt one of Ianto’s hands pressing against his groin, the other trying to undo his belt. Jack reached down to help, only to have his hand slapped away and something that sounded like, ’don’t’ muttered darkly next to his ear, followed by a sharp nip on his neck.
His trousers were gone suddenly, and Jack was rotated and slammed against the wall, given only seconds to brace himself. He felt Ianto’s hand slide into his underwear and there was a hand cupping his balls. He bit his lip to prevent himself from grunting, knowing that Ianto wanted a sign that he was in control, but Jack wasn’t willing to give up control as easily as he had in the kiss.
He tried to push back, only to be pushed flush against the wall, wincing, Jack relaxed his resistance fractionally. “You’re mine. For now you’re mine." Spilled from Ianto's lips.
Normally Jack enjoyed a possessive Ianto, the sex was fast and hot, and Jack nearly melted just thinking about it. But Possessive Ianto secretly terrified Jack, even though he couldn’t die, he knew there their were worse pains and torture than death. He was brought out of his nostalgia when one fingers was shoved roughly inside him, grimacing at the bare minimum of lubricate Ianto was using.
Jack grumbled mainly in pain when Ianto harshly pressed him hard against the wall and was in him. There was a brief pause in which Jack could hear Ianto’s heart beat vibrating. He also felt Ianto gradually relax behind him; for a fraction of a seconds he swore he heard a whisper. "Why, Jack, I thought we were getting somewhere…”
But then the harsh Ianto was back, pulling Jack’s hips back, forcing him to bend over and expose himself or risk falling on his face, and he was pretty sure Ianto would just pound him into the stone floor rather than the wall. Resigning himself to his fate, Jack tried to think of other the past times when Ianto had been softer or harder with a caring undercurrent. He could hear Ianto’s breathing and grunts. Primal sounds slowly starting to sound more like sobs, he tried to pull away, to provide some comfort, but he was pushed hard against the wall once more.
He made a very uncharacteristic whimper as his flaccid member was ground into the brick work - and that was when he felt Ianto’s nails dig in as he came close to climax. After a loud groan, Ianto pulled away to dress. Jack didn’t know what to do; he just watched as Ianto quickly pulled on the discarded clothing. As soon as the miniscule sob escaped Ianto's lips, Jack grabbed his underwear. Ianto turned to leave whilst Jack hurriedly pulled underwear on before chasing after Ianto. He grabbed his greatcoat on the way out.
“Ianto, wait! You can’t just leave!”
“Yes I can Jack, just like you were going to leave me.” He said, not stopping or slowing, or even turning around.
“It was for your own good!”
Ianto stopped then, and spun around to face Jack, “Never say that again, I don’t want to be near you, not now. Probably not ever.”
And with that he was gone.
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Gwen had spent the first hour catching up on a few weevil captures Jack had expertly handled over the holidays. She had happily told the tale of how Rhys burnt the Christmas turkey, his niece had nearly broken her arm, and how Brenda - (the mother-in-law from hell), had been asking when to expect Williams grandchildren.
By 10 am, she was starting to get suspicious. “Jack? Have you seen Ianto? I wanted to see if he liked his present.”
He knew from the way her expression changed that she had an idea what was happening. “Jack, you didn’t do something stupid did you?”
The sheepish look on Jack’s face gave him away fully. "I may have upset him, by slipping something in his drink..."
“You bastard!” She yelled, grabbing a file and smacking him on the arm.
Both spun around when the most wonderful Welsh vocals called out, “Are we attacking Jack? Can I join in?”
Gwen instantly ran over and wrapped her arms around Ianto, she had no clue what was happening, but she was certain Torchwood's future hadn't involved Ianto.
The smile on Jack’s face was almost blinding. So Ianto would be pissed, and not talk to him, and possibly even serve him decaf. But the fact that he was here at Torchwood, was the first sign that he was possibly going to forgive Jack.
And the hint of a smirk on his face later that day when he handed Jack his coffee was a definite indication, that decaf was on the menu and the future looked a bit brighter.
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A/N 2: I hope this is what you were wanting. And thank you to anyone reading.