The Sleeper and Seduction, Chapter 9
Title - The Sleeper and Seduction
Chapter - 9
Rating - NC-17
Pairing - Janto (main), John/Ianto (a little)
Spoilers - 2x01 Kiss Kiss Bang Bang, 2x02 Sleeper, 2x04 Meat
Warnings - OOC (just in case), violence
Summary - Jack tries to win back Ianto, but it won't be as easy as he thinks. Especially when Captain John Hart decides he wants the young welshman for himself. Add to that a young woman who might be a sleeper agent and people from Torchwood One being killed off, and it's going to be a long day. Sequel to 'A Different Kind of Kiss'
A/N - So there’s a scene in this chapter from 2x04 - Meat. I’m sure you can all guess which one it is, it always makes me want to hit Jack upside the head. That said, I do try to explain Jack’s point of view in the next chapter (so don’t hit him too hard. LOL). Huge thanks to those who reviewed the last chapter, you guys really made my day.
Chapter 9
One Step Back
TWTW
“You don’t mind if I keep you company until Jack comes, do you?” Hart asked, still not having moved his hand.
Looking at the hand pointedly, Ianto tried not to smile when the other man moved it back reluctantly, the warmth on his thigh still lingering.
“I guess it couldn’t hurt,” Ianto replied, knowing that the time would go faster with someone else to talk to.
“How about a drink then?” Hart asked, clapping his hands together once and standing up. “Not that I don’t appreciate your coffee, believe me I do, but this time of night I like something with a bit more of a kick to it.”
Grinning, Ianto watched as Hart looked around, shocked when the man managed to find his hidden bottle of scotch.
“It’s like I have a sixth sense,” Hart said, as he came and sat back down next to Ianto, after having procured two glasses from the kitchen.
Shaking his head, Ianto took the glass from the other man, taking a sip and letting the alcohol slide across his palate, enjoying the way that it made his throat burn, the smoky taste making him relax almost instantly, his tongue licking his lips to make sure he’d gotten the full taste.
“To new friendships,” Hart murmured, his eyes locked on Ianto’s lips, before he seemed to tear them away, sending a cocky grin Ianto’s way.
“Friendship,” Ianto replied, clinking their glasses together.
It wasn’t until his third glass that he realized it was nine, his heart sinking as he realized that Jack had stood him up. He’d actually thought it was going to be different this time around.
“You alright there, Precious?”
He opened his mouth to respond to Hart, but was stopped when his phone rang.
“Jones speaking,” he said.
“Ianto.”
He froze when he heard Jack’s voice, standing up and making his way over to the window.
“Jack,” he replied, letting the mask he could wear so well fall over his face, his tone completely neutral.
“I’m sorry, Ianto,” Jack said, Ianto nodding even though he knew the other man couldn’t see him. “I was on my way to your house and we found out something about the car the agents were in. They switched to a truck, Harwood Haulage. Gwen says that Rhys runs the company. He’s helping us now.”
“What do you need?” Ianto asked.
“Everyone back at the Hub,” Jack replied, his tone that of the leader of Torchwood.
“I’ll make sure that they are,” he said, already turning and walking over to where his shoes were.
“Ianto,” Jack said, pausing, clearly wanting to say more but something was stopping him. “I’ll make it up to you.”
“I understand, Jack,” Ianto replied, voice softened from what it had been before. “I’ll see you back at the Hub.”
Hanging up the phone, he finished putting his shoes on and stood up.
“We need to go back to the Hub,” he said, moving towards the door.
“This is part of that ‘Team’ thing again isn’t it?” Hart asked, following after him.
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Walking into the Hub, it took Ianto a moment to understand what was going on, his eyes taking in the scene of Gwen and Jack standing off, before he let a small sigh escape, wondering what had caused the scene that was about to develop.
“I’m not doing it,” Gwen said, glaring at him, arms folded over her chest. “I won’t drug him.”
“You have to,” Tosh replied, looking sympathetic but stern.
“We can’t allow him to remember,” Owen continued, annoyance clear on his face.
It was then that Ianto realized what was going on. Clearly Gwen had told Rhys about Torchwood, and Jack had told her that he would now have to be retconned.
“But none of you have any partners outside of this,” Gwen continued.
“But we understand how you feel,” Jack replied, Ianto watching tension cross the Captain’s face.
“No you don’t,” Gwen answered, Ianto hearing the pain in her voice. “No you don’t, Jack. You all think it’s cold and lonely out there, but it isn’t for me, because I have him. He matters and I’ve lied to him long enough. He did what he did because he loved me. And I won’t take that away from him, I won’t.”
“And if that means I have to quit,” Gwen continued, arms waving around, Ianto feeling angry when Jack continued to say nothing, nothing to defend any of them. “Or that you retcon me, or whatever, then fine, fine.”
Ianto watched as Jack moved toward the woman, more emotion on his face then Ianto had ever seen, having to look away at the almost crushed look on the man’s face.
“You really think you could go back to your old life before Torchwood?” Jack asked, Ianto almost flinching at the way they both gazed at each.
“I wouldn’t know any different,” Gwen replied, triumph on her face.
“I would,” Jack replied, tears in his eyes, as if the mere thought of Gwen leaving hurt him.
Shaking his head, Ianto turned, not willing to see the rest of the scene play out, cursing himself for letting the scene get to him. But it was one thing to know the person you were falling for wanted someone else and a completely different thing to actually see it.
Making his way down to the Archives, he felt some of the tension in his shoulder’s leave, as he looked at his project and how far he’d come. He could lose himself down here, his mind taken away from whatever it was that bothered him.
It was one of the things that let him keep the mask he needed to wear in place.
“Drink?”
He almost jumped at the voice, not having expected anyone to have followed him. Not used to people following him.
“No, thank you,” he replied, shaking his head. “We’re at work.”
“You always play by the rules, Precious?” Hart asked, moving further into the room.
Laughing bitterly, Ianto shook his head.
“No, no I don’t,” he replied, a small part of him aching as he remembered Lisa.
“Really?” Hart asked, disbelieving.
Sending him a smirk, Ianto pulled down a box, setting to the task that always helped him relax, helped him forget about the things in life that hurt him, that made him feel like he had some control.
“Ianto.”
Turning at his name, Ianto raised an unimpressed eyebrow at Hart, shocked when the man pushed him.
“What are you doing?” he asked, feeling confusion run through him.
“You need to work off that anger that darling Jack has caused in you,” Hart said, stalking closer to him. “And seeing how you won’t go drinking with me, and I’m pretty sure you’re not in the mood for something more … intimate, then the next logical step is this.”
Ianto felt his head snap to the side as Hart punched him, something satisfying running through him as he effectively had the Captain on the ground in seconds, breathing hard as he stared down at the other man, surprised that he actually did feel better after throwing the man to the ground.
“I’m sorry,” he said, feeling bad a moment after the satisfaction passed, reaching a hand down to help the Captain up.
He should have seen the tug coming, grunting in surprised when he landed on top of the other man.
“Nothing to be sorry for, Eye Candy,” Hart murmured, hands sweeping down his back and then back up. “And I should really not be surprised with anything you do, but I have to ask, where did you learn that maneuver?”
Shrugging, Ianto rolled off Hart, ignoring the fact that he was dirtying his sweater, and just lying there, staring at the ceiling.
“Go out with me,” Hart said, rolling onto his side, head resting on his hand.
“Hart … John, I already-”
“I know,” Hart murmured, moving closer to him. “But can you think of a better way to get back at Jack for that little … display there?”
Swallowing, Ianto closed his eyes, wishing that he couldn’t see the look on Jack’s face as he’d spoken to Gwen, wishing that the other man would look at him like that, like he was his world.
“Dinner,” Hart continued, fingers running down his cheek. “You get to piss Jack off, and I get to piss Jack off and have you for a night.”
Looking at Hart, Ianto felt divided, part of him wanting to do it for the reasons Hart said, but not wanting to use the other man that way.
“Say yes,” Hart murmured, small smile on his face. “We both know you want to.”
Ianto couldn’t look away from Hart, the other man’s gaze holding his, not letting it go until he got an answer.
“Ianto, Hart, get up here.”
Jack’s voice snapped him out of the daze he was in, but had him nodding when he heard how his Captain sounded, the anger and hurt returning.
“Yes,” he said quietly, before pulling himself up, dusting his sweater off and offering a hand to the other man.
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A/N - Feel free to hit Jack. I hate in the actually episode how he just ignores Ianto and then goes and watches Gwen on CCTV like she’s the love of his life or some crap. *cough* as you can see that scene makes me a little angry. LOL. As always let me know what you thought J.
Chapter - 9
Rating - NC-17
Pairing - Janto (main), John/Ianto (a little)
Spoilers - 2x01 Kiss Kiss Bang Bang, 2x02 Sleeper, 2x04 Meat
Warnings - OOC (just in case), violence
Summary - Jack tries to win back Ianto, but it won't be as easy as he thinks. Especially when Captain John Hart decides he wants the young welshman for himself. Add to that a young woman who might be a sleeper agent and people from Torchwood One being killed off, and it's going to be a long day. Sequel to 'A Different Kind of Kiss'
A/N - So there’s a scene in this chapter from 2x04 - Meat. I’m sure you can all guess which one it is, it always makes me want to hit Jack upside the head. That said, I do try to explain Jack’s point of view in the next chapter (so don’t hit him too hard. LOL). Huge thanks to those who reviewed the last chapter, you guys really made my day.
Chapter 9
One Step Back
TWTW
“You don’t mind if I keep you company until Jack comes, do you?” Hart asked, still not having moved his hand.
Looking at the hand pointedly, Ianto tried not to smile when the other man moved it back reluctantly, the warmth on his thigh still lingering.
“I guess it couldn’t hurt,” Ianto replied, knowing that the time would go faster with someone else to talk to.
“How about a drink then?” Hart asked, clapping his hands together once and standing up. “Not that I don’t appreciate your coffee, believe me I do, but this time of night I like something with a bit more of a kick to it.”
Grinning, Ianto watched as Hart looked around, shocked when the man managed to find his hidden bottle of scotch.
“It’s like I have a sixth sense,” Hart said, as he came and sat back down next to Ianto, after having procured two glasses from the kitchen.
Shaking his head, Ianto took the glass from the other man, taking a sip and letting the alcohol slide across his palate, enjoying the way that it made his throat burn, the smoky taste making him relax almost instantly, his tongue licking his lips to make sure he’d gotten the full taste.
“To new friendships,” Hart murmured, his eyes locked on Ianto’s lips, before he seemed to tear them away, sending a cocky grin Ianto’s way.
“Friendship,” Ianto replied, clinking their glasses together.
It wasn’t until his third glass that he realized it was nine, his heart sinking as he realized that Jack had stood him up. He’d actually thought it was going to be different this time around.
“You alright there, Precious?”
He opened his mouth to respond to Hart, but was stopped when his phone rang.
“Jones speaking,” he said.
“Ianto.”
He froze when he heard Jack’s voice, standing up and making his way over to the window.
“Jack,” he replied, letting the mask he could wear so well fall over his face, his tone completely neutral.
“I’m sorry, Ianto,” Jack said, Ianto nodding even though he knew the other man couldn’t see him. “I was on my way to your house and we found out something about the car the agents were in. They switched to a truck, Harwood Haulage. Gwen says that Rhys runs the company. He’s helping us now.”
“What do you need?” Ianto asked.
“Everyone back at the Hub,” Jack replied, his tone that of the leader of Torchwood.
“I’ll make sure that they are,” he said, already turning and walking over to where his shoes were.
“Ianto,” Jack said, pausing, clearly wanting to say more but something was stopping him. “I’ll make it up to you.”
“I understand, Jack,” Ianto replied, voice softened from what it had been before. “I’ll see you back at the Hub.”
Hanging up the phone, he finished putting his shoes on and stood up.
“We need to go back to the Hub,” he said, moving towards the door.
“This is part of that ‘Team’ thing again isn’t it?” Hart asked, following after him.
TWTW
Walking into the Hub, it took Ianto a moment to understand what was going on, his eyes taking in the scene of Gwen and Jack standing off, before he let a small sigh escape, wondering what had caused the scene that was about to develop.
“I’m not doing it,” Gwen said, glaring at him, arms folded over her chest. “I won’t drug him.”
“You have to,” Tosh replied, looking sympathetic but stern.
“We can’t allow him to remember,” Owen continued, annoyance clear on his face.
It was then that Ianto realized what was going on. Clearly Gwen had told Rhys about Torchwood, and Jack had told her that he would now have to be retconned.
“But none of you have any partners outside of this,” Gwen continued.
“But we understand how you feel,” Jack replied, Ianto watching tension cross the Captain’s face.
“No you don’t,” Gwen answered, Ianto hearing the pain in her voice. “No you don’t, Jack. You all think it’s cold and lonely out there, but it isn’t for me, because I have him. He matters and I’ve lied to him long enough. He did what he did because he loved me. And I won’t take that away from him, I won’t.”
“And if that means I have to quit,” Gwen continued, arms waving around, Ianto feeling angry when Jack continued to say nothing, nothing to defend any of them. “Or that you retcon me, or whatever, then fine, fine.”
Ianto watched as Jack moved toward the woman, more emotion on his face then Ianto had ever seen, having to look away at the almost crushed look on the man’s face.
“You really think you could go back to your old life before Torchwood?” Jack asked, Ianto almost flinching at the way they both gazed at each.
“I wouldn’t know any different,” Gwen replied, triumph on her face.
“I would,” Jack replied, tears in his eyes, as if the mere thought of Gwen leaving hurt him.
Shaking his head, Ianto turned, not willing to see the rest of the scene play out, cursing himself for letting the scene get to him. But it was one thing to know the person you were falling for wanted someone else and a completely different thing to actually see it.
Making his way down to the Archives, he felt some of the tension in his shoulder’s leave, as he looked at his project and how far he’d come. He could lose himself down here, his mind taken away from whatever it was that bothered him.
It was one of the things that let him keep the mask he needed to wear in place.
“Drink?”
He almost jumped at the voice, not having expected anyone to have followed him. Not used to people following him.
“No, thank you,” he replied, shaking his head. “We’re at work.”
“You always play by the rules, Precious?” Hart asked, moving further into the room.
Laughing bitterly, Ianto shook his head.
“No, no I don’t,” he replied, a small part of him aching as he remembered Lisa.
“Really?” Hart asked, disbelieving.
Sending him a smirk, Ianto pulled down a box, setting to the task that always helped him relax, helped him forget about the things in life that hurt him, that made him feel like he had some control.
“Ianto.”
Turning at his name, Ianto raised an unimpressed eyebrow at Hart, shocked when the man pushed him.
“What are you doing?” he asked, feeling confusion run through him.
“You need to work off that anger that darling Jack has caused in you,” Hart said, stalking closer to him. “And seeing how you won’t go drinking with me, and I’m pretty sure you’re not in the mood for something more … intimate, then the next logical step is this.”
Ianto felt his head snap to the side as Hart punched him, something satisfying running through him as he effectively had the Captain on the ground in seconds, breathing hard as he stared down at the other man, surprised that he actually did feel better after throwing the man to the ground.
“I’m sorry,” he said, feeling bad a moment after the satisfaction passed, reaching a hand down to help the Captain up.
He should have seen the tug coming, grunting in surprised when he landed on top of the other man.
“Nothing to be sorry for, Eye Candy,” Hart murmured, hands sweeping down his back and then back up. “And I should really not be surprised with anything you do, but I have to ask, where did you learn that maneuver?”
Shrugging, Ianto rolled off Hart, ignoring the fact that he was dirtying his sweater, and just lying there, staring at the ceiling.
“Go out with me,” Hart said, rolling onto his side, head resting on his hand.
“Hart … John, I already-”
“I know,” Hart murmured, moving closer to him. “But can you think of a better way to get back at Jack for that little … display there?”
Swallowing, Ianto closed his eyes, wishing that he couldn’t see the look on Jack’s face as he’d spoken to Gwen, wishing that the other man would look at him like that, like he was his world.
“Dinner,” Hart continued, fingers running down his cheek. “You get to piss Jack off, and I get to piss Jack off and have you for a night.”
Looking at Hart, Ianto felt divided, part of him wanting to do it for the reasons Hart said, but not wanting to use the other man that way.
“Say yes,” Hart murmured, small smile on his face. “We both know you want to.”
Ianto couldn’t look away from Hart, the other man’s gaze holding his, not letting it go until he got an answer.
“Ianto, Hart, get up here.”
Jack’s voice snapped him out of the daze he was in, but had him nodding when he heard how his Captain sounded, the anger and hurt returning.
“Yes,” he said quietly, before pulling himself up, dusting his sweater off and offering a hand to the other man.
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A/N - Feel free to hit Jack. I hate in the actually episode how he just ignores Ianto and then goes and watches Gwen on CCTV like she’s the love of his life or some crap. *cough* as you can see that scene makes me a little angry. LOL. As always let me know what you thought J.