'You Can't Be Here' (15/30?)
Title: You Can't Be Here
Author: Time Phobia
Rating: R (this section)
Characters: (Jack, Ianto, the Tenth Doctor, OCs)
Pairings: (series: Jack/Ianto)
Summary: Jack and Ianto have taken off on their own.
Timing: Post-CoE, Post-Waters of Mars
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters or make a profit. They are owned, for the most part, by RTD and BBC.
Warning: Mentions of cannon character death. Don't worry. Death is only a beginning.
Struggling not to sound startled, Jack folded his arms across his chest and said, “Why wouldn’t you?”
“Well, I think dying the first time is an example I’m mortal,” Ianto replied.
“You’re a Time Lord now. They can regenerate,” Jack explained.
“We don’t know if I’m a full Time Lord,” Ianto told him. “The Doctor seems to think I’m something else.”
“The Doctor’s been running around going ‘I’m the only one, I’m the only one,’ for so long he doesn’t want to consider the possibilities,” Jack said bitterly. “It’d be possible to bring back some of his race. The Master couldn’t be the only one who hid from the war. And Martha said something about a daughter he had made from extracting a bit of his DNA.”
“He has a daughter?”
Jack sighed, “I guess she died. Sacrificed herself for him.”
Ianto frowned out at the bay. “A lot of people do that.”
They stood in silence for a long moment. Ianto stared out at the water while Jack watched the city. Eventually, Jack said softly, “I’m sorry for not believing you sooner.”
“It’s all right,” Ianto said. “Wasn’t an easy thing to believe.”
“Glad you never gave up on me.” Jack grinned over at him.
Ianto smiled a little and said, “How can I expect the dashing hero to make a rescue if I stop believing?”
“Still hungry?”
“A bit.”
Jack took Ianto’s hand again. “Come on. Let’s grab a meal and get a room for the night.”
“Or,” Ianto suggested, “we could get a room and order room service.”
“What if I’m hungry?” Jack teased.
“You’re not that hungry yet,” Ianto replied.
“Reading my mind is cheating.”
“I like to think of it as an advantage,” Ianto answered with a smirk.
Tugging on Ianto’s hand a little, Jack said, “All right. Let’s go find a room.”
*-*
The search for a hotel was short enough. Luckily Ianto could read New English or New Welsh or whatever they wrote the signs in. They entered the marble-floored lobby and Jack held back a groan as he saw a man at the check-in counter. A computer probably would have a translating program. Now they were going to have to muddle their way through a conversation with someone.
As they neared the counter, Ianto slipped his hand into Jack’s back pocket and took out his wallet. Before Jack could protest, Ianto leaped into full conversation with the man behind the counter in his language.
“Anything you don’t know these days?” Jack thought.
“Very little. I’m telling him you’re a foreigner and I’m your translator.”
Jack let Ianto handle the conversation, so he barely saw Ianto pull the psychic paper from his pocket. “That’s not yours!”
“I may have lifted it during our departure,” Ianto replied. “I thought it might be useful.”
“He’s going to be pissed.”
“Seems he usually is.”
The man and Ianto shared some sort of joke and from the way the hotel clerk looked at him, Jack assumed it had been about him. “What?” he asked outloud.
Ianto leaned back from the counter and kissed Jack’s cheek. “I’ll explain later. It’s nothing bad.” Turning back to the hotel clerk, he pulled a few bills out of Jack’s wallet and after a few more minutes of conversation, which included the clerk eyeing Jack a few more times suggestively, the clerk finally gave Ianto a card key. Ianto took Jack by the elbow and started leading him towards the elevator.
Once in the elevator, Jack relaxed. “Do I get to know now?”
“He was asking if either of us would need a companion for the evening and I told him I had everything covered,” Ianto explained. “He suggested he could come up, but I said I wanted you all to myself. He said, ‘I wouldn’t want to share a man that handsome either.’”
Chuckling, Jack drew Ianto close to him. “How’d you know about the psychic paper anyway?”
“When we crashed, the Doctor started listing off his assets,” Ianto replied. “Along with locations.”
“How’s the telepathy going?”
“I’m managing. It’s more of a proximity thing. Once people are out of range, I don’t hear them anymore.”
The elevator stopped and they walked out onto the floor. The hotel walls were a dull, boring white, but Jack barely noticed. Ianto had stepped out in front to lead the way and Jack marveled at the other man. Ianto slipped the card key into the door.
All he’s been through, Jack’s thoughts began as they entered the room.
Ianto whirled around and shoved Jack up against the wall. “Just stop,” he demanded.
“What?” Jack exclaimed.
“This relentless guilt,” Ianto told him. Staring Jack in the eye, he added, “You didn’t fail me. Or Owen, or Tosh, or even Susie. You certainly haven’t failed Gwen yet.”
“I led you to your death.” Jack held back the threatening tears.
“I chose to follow you,” Ianto replied. “We all did. We knew what would happen to us eventually. No one ever ‘retires’ from Torchwood.”
Jack glanced up into Ianto’s eyes.
And suddenly his view shifted. He was running through memories, but only gaining the impressions of them. Laughter and smiles. Bad jokes. Yelling at Owen, but not being pissed. Cases that ended well. Cases that didn’t and they’d comfort each other.
Memories he’d lost came back with clarity now.
Owen was excited about the case. One of his first alien corpses. Even though he’d tried not to let on how happy he was, Jack could tell. Jack had leaned on the railings of the balcony as Owen went to work on the corpse. So when the corpse had shocked Owen, Jack had seen it. He’d rushed down and helped pick Owen up off the floor. Though Jack had worried, Owen had laughed and said, “I knew the old girl and me had chemistry.” Then he’d grabbed insulated gloves before trying to work again.
Susie had been on a roll with another of her explanations. Jack had followed the psych profile as much as he could, but after a certain point, he got the idea and his brainstorming just wasn’t up to par with Susie’s. The smile on her face had started drifting off again, and Jack had felt sorry he couldn’t do more, when suddenly Tosh picked up on the thread of thought and started asking questions. Susie picked speed back up and they started talking adamantly about the case, arriving at a solution. Jack found himself wanting another man working at Torchwood and started digging up possible candidates. They needed a doctor, he figured. Tosh’s hand had needed stitches the week before, and trying to bluff his way past an A&E doctor with ‘We’re Torchwood’ hadn’t been the best strategy.
“He’s been at three scenes now,” Owen had muttered to Jack. “I think he’s stalking us.”
“Tosh,” Jack began.
“Take a few discreet photos and see if I can’t make an identification,” Tosh replied.
“Susie--”
“Psych profile as soon as we know who he is,” Susie interrupted with a smile. “We know the routine, Jack.”
Jack had smiled at them as he pulled his sunglasses off. Owen had been right. He’d seen that guy following them a few times now. Cute guy. Still, the case at hand was more important. “So Owen, what’ve we got?”
Jack came back to the now with a gasp. He reached out and Ianto’s hand found his. Holding onto it tight, Jack searched the air above him until he saw Ianto. Ianto looked worried, concerned, and frightened. “I’m fine,” Jack managed. “What was that?”
“I don’t know,” Ianto replied. “Happened with Jamie too. I tried to control it. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” Jack said breathlessly. “Thank you.”
Ianto frowned.
Sitting up--Ianto must have put me on the bed. Must have collapsed-Jack reached out and stroked Ianto’s cheek. “There, for a moment, they were alive again. Happy. Sometimes it’s hard to remember the good moments past the bad.”
Jack leaned in and kissed him.
***
Kissing Jamie had been thrilling, Ianto would have to admit, but kissing Jack was so much better. They kissed slowly, exploring, and Ianto wrapped an arm around Jack’s shoulders.
Jack pulled him close, hands on Ianto’s waist.
Moaning, Ianto tugged at Jack’s black t-shirt and they broke the kiss long enough to strip Jack of his shirt. Jack pushed Ianto’s suit jacket off his shoulders. After wiggling out of it, Ianto pushed Jack back against the bed. He followed Jack down, pressing him into the bed, and kissed him.
Jack’s hands roamed over him and became distracting. Ianto grabbed Jack’s wrists and put them over Jack’s head. Pinning them in one hand, he gave Jack a stern, lustful look.
Jack got the idea. He smiled a little and Ianto descended on those lips again.
Ianto finished removing their clothes and all that skin against skin almost drove him mad. Jack still obeyed, still kept his hands where Ianto had put them, but Ianto found himself gripping Jack’s wrists anyway. Already, Jack was more than half-hard and waves of excitement, anticipation, sheer lust, kept rolling into Ianto’s mind. Those waves coupled with the emotions he felt.
Desire. Want. Need.
The emotions threatened to overtake him. Ianto closed his eyes, fiercely holding onto Jack, and took a deep breath. A sudden worry sprang up from Jack and Ianto felt a cold start to wash over him. Opening his eyes, Ianto stared into Jack’s and pushed out with his mind, sending Jack his emotions.
Jack gasped.
Grinning, Ianto nudged Jack’s legs apart and Jack’s lust came to his mind again. Met his. Again, the emotions tried to dominate him. So once more, Ianto shared the feelings with Jack.
This time Jack’s eyes rolled back up in his head and he arched up against Ianto with a low moan. Without any further physical encouragement, he was hard.
The lust that hit Ianto made him cry out in surprise. Before the pinprick of Jack’s worry could grow, Ianto slammed the emotion back into Jack’s mind.
Jack bucked up against him and Ianto felt the first tingle of orgasm.
Too early for that, Ianto thought. He quashed that feeling down, and pushed the rest back into Jack.
Panting, Jack squirmed underneath him. With begging eyes, he looked up into Ianto’s.
A second tingle.
Deviously, Ianto grinned at Jack. He reached into Jack’s mind and suppressed the feeling at its source and then he fed back everything else Jack had given him.
Jack took a deep breath. His eyes clouded over, thoughts driven far away.
Ianto released Jack’s hands. He forced his mind to separate; part of it he kept focused on cycling the emotions, keeping himself from being overpowered by them. The other part he turned to his senses.
Now freed, Jack took over the physical realm. He pushed Ianto over forcefully and kissed him passionately.
Soon Ianto’s senses threatened to overload too. The feel of Jack’s breath in his ear, the sound of their moans, Jack’s erotic smell, the taste of Jack’s lips, tongue and skin. Ianto clutched at Jack’s back as he rolled his hips up, meeting Jack’s downward thrust.
Jack’s mind blasted pure animal need, pure lust, straight into Ianto’s core as his body did so much more. Crying out, Ianto came. And he poured all his emotions into Jack.
Onto Part 16
Author: Time Phobia
Rating: R (this section)
Characters: (Jack, Ianto, the Tenth Doctor, OCs)
Pairings: (series: Jack/Ianto)
Summary: Jack and Ianto have taken off on their own.
Timing: Post-CoE, Post-Waters of Mars
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters or make a profit. They are owned, for the most part, by RTD and BBC.
Warning: Mentions of cannon character death. Don't worry. Death is only a beginning.
Struggling not to sound startled, Jack folded his arms across his chest and said, “Why wouldn’t you?”
“Well, I think dying the first time is an example I’m mortal,” Ianto replied.
“You’re a Time Lord now. They can regenerate,” Jack explained.
“We don’t know if I’m a full Time Lord,” Ianto told him. “The Doctor seems to think I’m something else.”
“The Doctor’s been running around going ‘I’m the only one, I’m the only one,’ for so long he doesn’t want to consider the possibilities,” Jack said bitterly. “It’d be possible to bring back some of his race. The Master couldn’t be the only one who hid from the war. And Martha said something about a daughter he had made from extracting a bit of his DNA.”
“He has a daughter?”
Jack sighed, “I guess she died. Sacrificed herself for him.”
Ianto frowned out at the bay. “A lot of people do that.”
They stood in silence for a long moment. Ianto stared out at the water while Jack watched the city. Eventually, Jack said softly, “I’m sorry for not believing you sooner.”
“It’s all right,” Ianto said. “Wasn’t an easy thing to believe.”
“Glad you never gave up on me.” Jack grinned over at him.
Ianto smiled a little and said, “How can I expect the dashing hero to make a rescue if I stop believing?”
“Still hungry?”
“A bit.”
Jack took Ianto’s hand again. “Come on. Let’s grab a meal and get a room for the night.”
“Or,” Ianto suggested, “we could get a room and order room service.”
“What if I’m hungry?” Jack teased.
“You’re not that hungry yet,” Ianto replied.
“Reading my mind is cheating.”
“I like to think of it as an advantage,” Ianto answered with a smirk.
Tugging on Ianto’s hand a little, Jack said, “All right. Let’s go find a room.”
*-*
The search for a hotel was short enough. Luckily Ianto could read New English or New Welsh or whatever they wrote the signs in. They entered the marble-floored lobby and Jack held back a groan as he saw a man at the check-in counter. A computer probably would have a translating program. Now they were going to have to muddle their way through a conversation with someone.
As they neared the counter, Ianto slipped his hand into Jack’s back pocket and took out his wallet. Before Jack could protest, Ianto leaped into full conversation with the man behind the counter in his language.
“Anything you don’t know these days?” Jack thought.
“Very little. I’m telling him you’re a foreigner and I’m your translator.”
Jack let Ianto handle the conversation, so he barely saw Ianto pull the psychic paper from his pocket. “That’s not yours!”
“I may have lifted it during our departure,” Ianto replied. “I thought it might be useful.”
“He’s going to be pissed.”
“Seems he usually is.”
The man and Ianto shared some sort of joke and from the way the hotel clerk looked at him, Jack assumed it had been about him. “What?” he asked outloud.
Ianto leaned back from the counter and kissed Jack’s cheek. “I’ll explain later. It’s nothing bad.” Turning back to the hotel clerk, he pulled a few bills out of Jack’s wallet and after a few more minutes of conversation, which included the clerk eyeing Jack a few more times suggestively, the clerk finally gave Ianto a card key. Ianto took Jack by the elbow and started leading him towards the elevator.
Once in the elevator, Jack relaxed. “Do I get to know now?”
“He was asking if either of us would need a companion for the evening and I told him I had everything covered,” Ianto explained. “He suggested he could come up, but I said I wanted you all to myself. He said, ‘I wouldn’t want to share a man that handsome either.’”
Chuckling, Jack drew Ianto close to him. “How’d you know about the psychic paper anyway?”
“When we crashed, the Doctor started listing off his assets,” Ianto replied. “Along with locations.”
“How’s the telepathy going?”
“I’m managing. It’s more of a proximity thing. Once people are out of range, I don’t hear them anymore.”
The elevator stopped and they walked out onto the floor. The hotel walls were a dull, boring white, but Jack barely noticed. Ianto had stepped out in front to lead the way and Jack marveled at the other man. Ianto slipped the card key into the door.
All he’s been through, Jack’s thoughts began as they entered the room.
Ianto whirled around and shoved Jack up against the wall. “Just stop,” he demanded.
“What?” Jack exclaimed.
“This relentless guilt,” Ianto told him. Staring Jack in the eye, he added, “You didn’t fail me. Or Owen, or Tosh, or even Susie. You certainly haven’t failed Gwen yet.”
“I led you to your death.” Jack held back the threatening tears.
“I chose to follow you,” Ianto replied. “We all did. We knew what would happen to us eventually. No one ever ‘retires’ from Torchwood.”
Jack glanced up into Ianto’s eyes.
And suddenly his view shifted. He was running through memories, but only gaining the impressions of them. Laughter and smiles. Bad jokes. Yelling at Owen, but not being pissed. Cases that ended well. Cases that didn’t and they’d comfort each other.
Memories he’d lost came back with clarity now.
Owen was excited about the case. One of his first alien corpses. Even though he’d tried not to let on how happy he was, Jack could tell. Jack had leaned on the railings of the balcony as Owen went to work on the corpse. So when the corpse had shocked Owen, Jack had seen it. He’d rushed down and helped pick Owen up off the floor. Though Jack had worried, Owen had laughed and said, “I knew the old girl and me had chemistry.” Then he’d grabbed insulated gloves before trying to work again.
Susie had been on a roll with another of her explanations. Jack had followed the psych profile as much as he could, but after a certain point, he got the idea and his brainstorming just wasn’t up to par with Susie’s. The smile on her face had started drifting off again, and Jack had felt sorry he couldn’t do more, when suddenly Tosh picked up on the thread of thought and started asking questions. Susie picked speed back up and they started talking adamantly about the case, arriving at a solution. Jack found himself wanting another man working at Torchwood and started digging up possible candidates. They needed a doctor, he figured. Tosh’s hand had needed stitches the week before, and trying to bluff his way past an A&E doctor with ‘We’re Torchwood’ hadn’t been the best strategy.
“He’s been at three scenes now,” Owen had muttered to Jack. “I think he’s stalking us.”
“Tosh,” Jack began.
“Take a few discreet photos and see if I can’t make an identification,” Tosh replied.
“Susie--”
“Psych profile as soon as we know who he is,” Susie interrupted with a smile. “We know the routine, Jack.”
Jack had smiled at them as he pulled his sunglasses off. Owen had been right. He’d seen that guy following them a few times now. Cute guy. Still, the case at hand was more important. “So Owen, what’ve we got?”
Jack came back to the now with a gasp. He reached out and Ianto’s hand found his. Holding onto it tight, Jack searched the air above him until he saw Ianto. Ianto looked worried, concerned, and frightened. “I’m fine,” Jack managed. “What was that?”
“I don’t know,” Ianto replied. “Happened with Jamie too. I tried to control it. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” Jack said breathlessly. “Thank you.”
Ianto frowned.
Sitting up--Ianto must have put me on the bed. Must have collapsed-Jack reached out and stroked Ianto’s cheek. “There, for a moment, they were alive again. Happy. Sometimes it’s hard to remember the good moments past the bad.”
Jack leaned in and kissed him.
***
Kissing Jamie had been thrilling, Ianto would have to admit, but kissing Jack was so much better. They kissed slowly, exploring, and Ianto wrapped an arm around Jack’s shoulders.
Jack pulled him close, hands on Ianto’s waist.
Moaning, Ianto tugged at Jack’s black t-shirt and they broke the kiss long enough to strip Jack of his shirt. Jack pushed Ianto’s suit jacket off his shoulders. After wiggling out of it, Ianto pushed Jack back against the bed. He followed Jack down, pressing him into the bed, and kissed him.
Jack’s hands roamed over him and became distracting. Ianto grabbed Jack’s wrists and put them over Jack’s head. Pinning them in one hand, he gave Jack a stern, lustful look.
Jack got the idea. He smiled a little and Ianto descended on those lips again.
Ianto finished removing their clothes and all that skin against skin almost drove him mad. Jack still obeyed, still kept his hands where Ianto had put them, but Ianto found himself gripping Jack’s wrists anyway. Already, Jack was more than half-hard and waves of excitement, anticipation, sheer lust, kept rolling into Ianto’s mind. Those waves coupled with the emotions he felt.
Desire. Want. Need.
The emotions threatened to overtake him. Ianto closed his eyes, fiercely holding onto Jack, and took a deep breath. A sudden worry sprang up from Jack and Ianto felt a cold start to wash over him. Opening his eyes, Ianto stared into Jack’s and pushed out with his mind, sending Jack his emotions.
Jack gasped.
Grinning, Ianto nudged Jack’s legs apart and Jack’s lust came to his mind again. Met his. Again, the emotions tried to dominate him. So once more, Ianto shared the feelings with Jack.
This time Jack’s eyes rolled back up in his head and he arched up against Ianto with a low moan. Without any further physical encouragement, he was hard.
The lust that hit Ianto made him cry out in surprise. Before the pinprick of Jack’s worry could grow, Ianto slammed the emotion back into Jack’s mind.
Jack bucked up against him and Ianto felt the first tingle of orgasm.
Too early for that, Ianto thought. He quashed that feeling down, and pushed the rest back into Jack.
Panting, Jack squirmed underneath him. With begging eyes, he looked up into Ianto’s.
A second tingle.
Deviously, Ianto grinned at Jack. He reached into Jack’s mind and suppressed the feeling at its source and then he fed back everything else Jack had given him.
Jack took a deep breath. His eyes clouded over, thoughts driven far away.
Ianto released Jack’s hands. He forced his mind to separate; part of it he kept focused on cycling the emotions, keeping himself from being overpowered by them. The other part he turned to his senses.
Now freed, Jack took over the physical realm. He pushed Ianto over forcefully and kissed him passionately.
Soon Ianto’s senses threatened to overload too. The feel of Jack’s breath in his ear, the sound of their moans, Jack’s erotic smell, the taste of Jack’s lips, tongue and skin. Ianto clutched at Jack’s back as he rolled his hips up, meeting Jack’s downward thrust.
Jack’s mind blasted pure animal need, pure lust, straight into Ianto’s core as his body did so much more. Crying out, Ianto came. And he poured all his emotions into Jack.
Onto Part 16