Fic- Forever Part Eight
Title: Forever
By Branwen Blaidd & Oncoming Scone
Part Eight of Thirty One
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: Adult - Dark Themes, Violence, Graphic sex, AU
Spoilers: Torchwood & Doctor Who all seasons to date.
Summary: Set after Exit Wounds and Journey’s End, no-one is coping with recent tragic events. In an attempt to bring the team back to unity and strength, Ianto makes a decision that will change the fate of Torchwood, and the world, Forever.
Disclaimers: Despite 5 months of creating this together, we own nothing and never will! The various songs, verses, etc do not belong to us either.
Notes: This is AU, though it begins in line with canon up to Exit Wounds. We hope to post one chapter each day at roughly the same time. Ffydd, meaning 'faith' in Welsh, is the safety word between Jack and Ianto as established in some of our previous fiction. Comments please!
Ianto breathed in the dark air. It filled his nostrils with sweetness and he could smell every single moist pulsing body around him.
They all throbbed. He could feel it. He could sense the warmth beneath their skin. He wanted to taste it. He could feel it. He needed it.
Ianto took another breath but it stumbled into him. He breathed again, hoping for more. But he couldn’t get more. He needed air.
He gasped, frantically trying to draw enough oxygen into his body. He felt dizzy and weak. He hadn’t eaten but he didn’t need to eat. Not any more. He could be strong without food. He was strong. But this wasn’t fair. He was powerful. He knew that. So why did he feel so weak?
He knew what he needed. He needed that throbbing. He needed that warmth. He needed to take it. He needed to feel it inside him. He needed blood.
It was there. All around him. The humans. He needed their blood.
He scrambled around and with effort, grabbed at the nearest body. The man fought him, wide-eyed with terror. Ianto could feel the young man’s terror, feel the trembling of his skin, feel his heart pumping that throbbing blood faster around his weak body. Ianto needed it. Ianto was going to take it.
He glanced at the man’s wide eyes and, holding him tight, lowered his mouth to that pulsing neck. He closed his eyes, felt that peculiar movement in his mouth. There was a scream and then he was tasting that sweet, life-giving blood and he could breathe easily.
But suddenly, there were strong hands on him, impossibly strong hands, yanking him away.
There were two figures there, dressed in black and red clothes. One held Ianto and the other held his victim. The man was bleeding from the neck and screaming in terror.
The figure holding him, bent over, placed a kiss on his neck. Ianto saw a pale face and red lips. The bleeding stopped. The figure gazed into the man’s face and the man’s eyes took on a glassy look. The figure gave him a little push and the man wandered off into the night.
The figure turned to Ianto and Ianto gasped as he saw the sparkling amber eyes of an extraordinarily beautiful woman gazing out at him.
“You’re new around here,” she said. “We saw you at the club. Have you lost your human?”
Ianto blinked, still feeling weak and dizzy. “Pardon?”
The woman exchanged glances with the man who was holding Ianto tightly. Then she looked back at Ianto.
“You need a feed,” she said. “Left it quite a while I’d say since you’ve had a proper feed.”
“I…I’ve never had one,” Ianto said stupidly.
“Oh, you’re a made vampire! Listen, you can’t just go feeding on passing strangers in the street. You’ve got to do it in private and at least bloody hypnotise them for goodness sake!”
Ianto felt his eyes drooping. He felt so weak.
“He’s getting desperate,” said the man. “He needs a feed. A proper feed.”
The woman nodded and suddenly they were marching Ianto somewhere. Ianto hoped it wasn’t far.
After only a minute, Ianto found himself being bundled into a car. There, he found himself face to face with a young man wearing only a pair of snug red briefs.
“Go on,” said the man. “It’s all right. He’s my boy. One of my boys. Good for feeding.”
Ianto’s head was beginning to hurt and he was hyperventilating as he tried to get enough oxygen. The boy offered his neck and Ianto lurched for him, grabbing him and sinking his fangs into his neck.
Immediately, relief flowed through him and, as he drank, he felt his strength returning. He’d never felt so good in his entire life. It was like a drug, filling up every inch of him with sweetness and strength. This was what he was meant to do. This was all there was in the world. Just the throbbing, pulsing, sweet blood. And he would do anything to have it.
* * *
Jack lay still and quiet in his bed, wondering where Ianto was. Something was going on and Ianto could be anywhere.
Jack couldn’t sleep. The pinpricks in his neck had faded completely and there was no real reason why he should feel like this but he did. He was scared. He needed Ianto to come home, be soft and gentle. He needed the old Ianto back.
He heard a noise somewhere above him and the hatch opened. A second later, Ianto appeared. He seemed quiet and oddly confused. He didn’t say a word but slowly got undressed and climbed into bed with Jack.
Jack wanted to wrap his arms around him and hold him close but there was that fear still. Ianto was so strong.
Ianto smiled at him and it seemed almost like the old Ianto. His eyes met Jack’s and Jack felt a serenity beginning to drift over him. Those eyes.
“Sorry. Had to clear my head,” Ianto said slowly.
“Are you…feeling okay?” Jack asked hesitantly.
“Yes.” Ianto shuffled closer to Jack and put his head on Jack’s chest. “I’m sorry. I know I’ve been a bit…mad lately. Just…working through things I guess.”
Jack nodded. “Yeah.” He put his arms around Ianto and held him tight. “Happens to the best of us. You sure you’re all right?”
Ianto looked up at him and smiled a real smile. His eyes sparkled with it. “Yes, Jack. I’m fine.” He leaned close to Jack and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “All better now. I promise.”
Jack let out a breath he felt he’d been holding for hours. “Good,” he said and held Ianto close to him. He closed his eyes and fell asleep, feeling Ianto fall asleep beside him. Something made Jack feel still and quiet. Everything was all right now.
* * *
In the morning, Jack woke first, feeling happy and cheerful. Something inside him had settled and his stomach felt calm for the first time in ages. He glanced over at Ianto who was still sleeping.
Jack climbed out of bed and started to strip off ready for his shower. He was only wearing boxers and a vest so it didn’t take long. He kissed Ianto softly on the lips.
“Wakey wakey, sleeping beauty,” he murmured. “Shower time.”
Ianto stirred and Jack turned towards the bathroom. “Join me in the shower! I’ll give you two minutes before I come and fetch you and spank you!” Jack called, grinning and heading towards the shower. He heard Ianto stirring more behind him.
Jack climbed in the shower, turned on the spray and settled under it, letting the hot water soothe him. Things were good. Things were getting back to normal.
The bathroom door opened and Jack heard Ianto step into the shower behind him. Jack sighed happily as Ianto’s arms slipped around him. He held Jack tight and Jack could feel Ianto’s hard cock pressing against him.
“Wanna fuck you,” Ianto murmured, his voice deep and raspy.
Jack pressed back into him, feeling Ianto’s cock chase that hot space between Jack’s buttocks.
“Yeah,” Jack murmured. “Nice and gentle though, yeah?”
“Uh huh,” Ianto murmured, rubbing his nose against Jack’s shoulder. Jack let out a little moan as he felt his cock responding to Ianto’s gentle touches.
Ianto’s lips pressed to Jack’s neck. Jack tensed despite himself. His neck felt strangely tender, vulnerable, though he couldn’t remember any real reason for him to feel that way.
Ianto ground against him and Jack could feel the young man was already leaking precum.
“Remember, gen…” Jack didn’t get any further as suddenly, Ianto grabbed hold of him in incredibly strong arms, spun him around and bent him over on all fours.
Jack made a noise of protest but then Ianto’s cock was sinking inside him and Jack forgot everything. There was nothing but Ianto’s cock.
Jack was hazy with arousal and he felt Ianto’s hands firm on his hips. Ianto thrust hard and deep and Jack basked in the painful pleasure of it.
The water ran over them and under them. Jack gasped and moaned as he was fucked, gazing down at the water. It was red.
Jack let out a cry as the arousal broke and he realised exactly how much pain he was in. Ianto hadn’t prepared him, not one little bit and he pounded mercilessly into Jack. The red was spots of blood and they were coming from Jack.
Ianto pulsed inside him, hands all over Jack, hard and strong on his skin. Jack found himself fighting, trying to pull away. He felt so fuzzy. Pain jerked through him and he couldn’t bear it. He wanted it to stop.
“Ianto,” he gasped.
“Jack!” Ianto cried, thrusting hard into Jack and digging his fingers into Jack’s hips.
Jack struggled to find the words. He was so hazy. There was a word. He had to stop this. What was the word?
“Ianto,” he gasped. “Please. Can’t…”
“Jack,” Ianto gasped. He was close. Jack could feel the way his hips shook as his orgasm approached.
Jack stared at the bloody water running over the shower floor. It was his blood. His.
“Blood,” he gasped, trying to tell Ianto.
“Blood,” Ianto agreed, thrusting harder.
“Ianto!” Jack gasped. He remembered the word. “F…f…” he gasped.
“Jack!” Ianto gasped. “Mine! Mine!”
“Ffydd!” Jack rasped.
Ianto, not even seeming to hear him, came hard, jerking and moaning and gripping Jack hard.
They collapsed. Jack found his face pressed to the wet ceramic floor. He could taste his own blood in the water.
“Ffydd,” he whispered, his voice broken.
Ianto froze and his grip eased.
Jack pushed him away. “Go. Get off,” he panted.
Ianto stumbled backwards, out of the shower and onto the floor. “I…I…”
Jack closed his eyes and pushed his face into the red water pooling on the floor. “Go.”
Ianto made a noise, a whimper or a moan, Jack wasn’t sure. But then he picked himself up and ran out of the room.
Jack stayed where he was, weak and dizzy. The confusion and impossibility of what just happened overwhelmed him. Jack, still on all fours, began to tremble violently. He watched his tears fall and merge into the draining, ruddy shower water as his body shuddered with desperate sobs.
It couldn’t have happened. It couldn’t. Ianto wasn’t that person. He wasn’t. He couldn’t be.
But he was. Now, he was that person, a stranger. He wasn’t Jack’s Ianto anymore.