Fic: The Oncoming Storm (Slash, AU, Janto 20/40 Conclusion)
Author: d8rkmessngr
Pairing: Jack/OMC, Jack/?, Jack/Ianto eventually, het and slash
Rating: NC-17 (betaed)
Summary: He left Jack on the game station. Abandoned. But then…he came back…different. An AU look on what happens if things happened differently. Doctor Who 'verse with Torchwood later on. Be sure to read the warnings.
Warnings: Please read each chapter's individual warnings. Some parts down the road may briefly mention non-con, abuse, and/or violence. Dark in the beginning. Please note there are some dark thoughts as my boys are broken…for now. Each chapter will be labeled for your convenience.
Author's Notes: Please note this is an AU that will cross over DW to TW season one. I'm probably spoiling my own story, but it will eventually be Janto. There's a bit of a journey first. I hope you enjoy. I'm working on this and intend to post regularly every other day. And again, I always believe in happy endings. So without further ado…
Disclaimer: RTD and BBC owns them. I'm just borrowing them for a while.
Warning For This Chapter: M/M situations, DARK
Notes For This Chapter: Note there are parallels to TW's "Fragments" and "Ghost Machine"
Prologue + Ch , Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5, Ch 6, Ch 7, Ch 8, Ch 9, Ch 10, Ch 11, Ch 12, Ch 13, Ch 14, Ch 15, Ch 16, Ch 17, Ch 18. Ch 19, Ch 20 Acts 1/4 & 2/4, Ch 20 Acts 3/4
Master Fic List: here
Chapter 20 - "Ghost Machine"
Act IV
Jack frowned as he studied the map. When the flashlight flickered and died once again, Jack swore. Great, now how was he supposed to find his way out of the vaults?
"Forget immortality," Jack muttered, staring dubiously into the right corridor. "Just let me see in the dark." He squinted at the corridors. Three openings. Weird. The map, before the lights went out, showed only one. Huh. They must have added a few more vaults after he left. He only hoped it didn't mean there were more…
Jack shuddered, remembering the first time he arrived at Torchwood Cardiff. The muffled neglected howls that echoed the corridors reminded him too much of the game station and his own cries for survivors. Anyone at all.
There were none.
Jack was wishing he had kept his coat on. He rubbed his arms absently. There was probably a vent that led to the street, letting in the cold air.
The vaults were exactly as he remembered them the first time he had been taken here. Jack had passed the first section, the earlier section with a look of distaste. They had tied him there, demanding to know where the Doctor was. Jack had told them he didn't know.
How little things had changed.
…thrum-thrum-tap-tap.
Damn it, there were times when Jack wished he had never come here. Suddenly responsible for more than just himself and the Doctor, four more lives expecting him to have all the answers when he didn't know all of them himself.
Jack wished the Doctor was here.
…thrum-thrum-tap-tap.
No mystery there. The Doctor didn't expect answers only responses and he would never look like he was going to do one thing, then turn around and do something entirely different. He wouldn't look at him over a dark Bay, looking like he wanted to kiss him then abruptly say he needed to go home-
Jack frowned. He ran a hand in his hair, wishing he could sleep and not try to find things to do to forget about kissing and skin gliding against skin and the feel of stretched fullness entering him like-
"Argh," Jack groaned and he leaned back against one of the walls. He folded his arms across his chest, feeling very frustrated. It didn't help to find a sweaty, grunting interlude just outside the wharf. And the shocked yet thoughtful look Ianto gave the pair made Jack's chest tighten, his legs quiver when Ianto brushed against him as they crouched behind the trash can.
It had been too long. Jack missed the feeling of a body heavy against him, a cock sliding slowly into him or his cock slowly being clenched. He missed the heady rush from coming. He missed the pleasure that came immediately after the initial pain.
It had all been pain.
No, wait. Suzie…well, in the end, it was all pain.
Jack sighed and stepped away from the wall. If only Ianto had at least looked completely disgusted or horrified by the two men… Why did he had to look like, "Can they do that?"
Oh definitely. There was so much Jack wanted to show the younger man about what two men can do. Pain would never be a factor.
…pushed to a wall, he scrambled to stand but the first thrust pinned him to the surface with his knees bent. He couldn't help it. He cried out…
Jack closed his eyes. The lump in his gut hardened painfully.
It wasn't like that. Not…not all the time. And if Jack could just be fixed-
Ianto didn't think he needed to be fixed.
Jack scoffed.
"Jack?"
Jack frowned as he saw a thin beam of light darting towards him. "I thought you went home."
The light drew near until Ianto stood in front of him. The light revealed his pale face as he stared, round eyed at him.
"I forget to check the vaults," Ianto explained. He shone his light towards the map he still held. "What are you doing here?"
"Couldn't sleep." Jack waved his flashlight at Ianto, who kept staring. "I realized you didn't do your check yet so I thought I might as well do it for you before-"
Ianto's flashlight jittered and dulled.
Jack gestured towards his light. "That happened."
Ianto didn't look down at his tool. "I know the way out."
Jack breathed a sigh of relief. "Great, because I don't and this map," Jack raised it up ruefully, "is not exact."
"I could finish up. Here, let me help you out first." Ianto caught Jack's wrist, his grasp cool and tight. "Watch your step."
"Well, I could wait here," Jack pointed out. "You just finish what you do down here and I'll wait right here." He tugged his hand but Ianto held it tight. Jack exhaled. "What are you doing back here, anyway?" When Ianto didn't answer, annoyance sharpened his voice. "Ianto?"
A stronger tug and Ianto was yanked back. Startled, Ianto stumbled into Jack. The flashlight dropped, the bulb shattered, and Ianto now stood chest to chest with Jack. He stared at Jack, his arm pinned between them.
"Sorry," Jack said gruffly. He felt Ianto let go of his hand but he didn't step back. "What are you doing here?" he gentled his voice. "What did you come back for?"
"I have to do the vault checks," Ianto said faintly. His hands settled on Jack's chest, his elbows digging into Jack's abdomen.
"You always do the vault checks," Jack pointed out. "What did you come back for?"
"I…" Ianto raised his gaze. "I'm not sure anymore," he admitted.
Jack swallowed. "If I kiss you, would you know?"
Ianto looked startled and opened his mouth as if to reply. But something crossed his face and as if afraid he would change his mind, Ianto looped his arms around Jack's neck, pulled his head down and kissed him.
The map Jack held fluttered down from nervous fingers. Surprised, Jack’s arms hung in the air before he closed his eyes, and wrapped them around Ianto and drew him closer.
There was a stutter before Ianto laced his fingers through Jack's hair, his mouth sealed over Jack's, his tongue slipping past his lips and darting deep into his mouth.
Ianto's buttocks felt firm, perfect in his hands. They flexed when Jack curled his hands over them to pull him closer. Jack's moan was muffled when Ianto stretched and pressed his body to him, the swell between his legs bumping against Jack's right thigh, bumping, brushing, rubbing as if he was trying to strip Jack of his clothes. Ianto made a sound when Jack squeezed his arse before he pulled Jack's head lower and his kiss became more desperate, more urgent. It was like Ianto was trying to climb into him.
Jack whimpered. He could feel Ianto grinding into him now, devouring every exhale. Somewhere in the back of his mind something screamed that he shouldn't do this. Ianto was different. Ianto couldn’t be just once. Ianto deserved forever, Ianto deserved someone he could grow old with, someone who could love as much as Jack knew Ianto could love. Ianto deserved better than a frantic coupling hidden away in the bowels of Cardiff.
"No," Jack murmured as he tried to pull away. "We-" Ianto kissed his jaw. Jack nipped his throat. "Shouldn't…" Jack groaned when Ianto rubbed against his groin. He could feel Ianto's hesitation when he could feel Jack's erection tenting unabashedly in his trousers.
"You deserve candles," Jack groaned as Ianto's shock wore off and he pressed against Jack's crotch, the swell massaging into Jack telling him to just shut the hell up.
Jack buried his face into the curve of Ianto's neck. "You deserve wine, dinner, starlight, a bed, not…" Jack cried out when Ianto bumped against his heated erection. Jack ached. "Not…" Jack panted. "Not this. Not here."
"I don't deserve any of those things," Ianto whispered into Jack's ear before he licked the lobe and sent jolts of pleasure humming down his back. Jack clutched Ianto to him, lead by touch, blind in the dark save for Ianto's overly bright eyes.
Ianto kissed his mouth, the tip of his tongue swiping across Jack's lower lip. He looked at him, his eyes unreadable in the black. His hands, still cool, interlaced with Jack's. Ianto walked backwards. Jack could feel Ianto's gaze on him despite not seeing anything.
"Where are we going?" Jack asked, a little dazed.
"Your bed," Ianto sounded rough, his hands insistent.
Jack could only numbly follow.
Ianto's eyes in his room were bright and large, and followed Jack as he climbed down the ladder to join Ianto.
Jack's mouth was dry. "You've never…" At Ianto's head shake, the rush clouding his mind cleared a little. "Maybe we should…"
"Show me." Ianto's command was soft but not to be denied. It was deep, rough with need, hunger, want. It echoed the ache brewing in Jack's chest.
Clothing was carefully peeled away as if giving each other another chance to stop this. No one did. When they were both naked, Ianto averted his eyes from Jack's straining erection.
"I…" Jack eased Ianto down onto his back with a hand curled around his neck. Ianto stared at his face, stared and never looked away.
"I won't hurt you," Jack promised throatily. The intense stare demanded a promise. "Never."
Ianto nodded, his face pressed to Jack's shoulder. He started when he felt the first cool, slicked finger entering him.
"Oh." Ianto breathed out slowly into Jack's left shoulder, his exhale short and warm with surprise.
"You okay?"
"I thought you were just going to…" Ianto's voice stuttered when Jack inserted a second. "Thought you were going to…you know…just ram it in there."
The comment made Jack's eyes burn. "Trust me," he rasped as he scissored gently, making sure the short puffs of "Oh" didn't point to pain. "You really wouldn't want me to do that." Phantom tearing made his eyes blur. "It's not fun."
"I'll…" Ianto moaned, his eyes closing when the fingers deepened their careful thrusts in him. "I'll take your word for it." Ianto's eyes flew open in surprise when one particularly thrust touched something.
"I know what that was but I didn't expect that."
Jack gave a shaky laugh. "Are you going to give me a running commentary on everything here? You're making me nervous."
The smile Ianto gave him was just as shaky, but Ianto quieted.
When Jack finally took him, something simply clicked. It felt like coming home. Ianto's body gave after a little resistance and welcomed Jack into a tight heat that he had long forgotten.
Jack took it slowly, so slowly his knees quaked as he stroked into Ianto, his hands curled around Ianto's shaft. Like a slow dance, they rocked on the thin mattress, their pants, Ianto's intakes of surprise then pleasure, Jack's tightly reined moans filled the dark space. Everything else was blocked as their pace became a bit more desperate. When Ianto came, his body arched off the mattress and clutched around Jack so hard, that Jack cried out before he came in a simultaneous release.
Jack breathed heavily on top of Ianto. He could feel Ianto's fingers lazily making circles on his back.
"Are you okay?"
"Mm," Ianto murmured. He kissed a spot above Jack's collarbone.
Jack smiled into his hair. He felt Ianto's hand tracing down his bare back, trailing to the curve of his right buttock.
"Am I too heavy?" Jack whispered. He liked the feeling of Ianto breathing against him. His heartbeat was steady and rhythmic against his ribs.
"Mm." Ianto now made the same circular pattern on his butt cheek.
Jack rubbed his jaw against his temple. "Is that all you’re going to say?"
"Mm." But Jack could feel him shifting.
"I'm trying to think of something to say." Ianto's eyes were unreadable, but his hands…
Jack pulled up, propping himself on his elbows and gazed down at him. "Did I…"
Ianto shook his head. "I wish…" he sighed. "I wish I knew how to describe it."
Brushing a palm down Ianto's face, Jack marveled how his eyes never changed to disgust, hate or…anything. There was a swirl of emotions that spun like a vortex in Ianto's eyes.
"Show me," Jack murmured as he sat up, pulling Ianto up as well.
A flicker of fear flitted across Ianto's face. "Me? I…I don't want to hurt you." Something strange crossed his normally placid features. "I don't want to hurt you, Jack," Ianto repeated.
The hard lump softened in his stomach, warmth infused and flowed up to his chest. Jack choked and he pulled Ianto to him. He kissed Ianto's throat.
"Thank you," Jack murmured into Ianto's ear and buried his face into the curve of Ianto's neck. "I know you won't hurt me." He slowly laid back, pulling Ianto to him.
Act V
Where Jack was slow and patient, Ianto found himself lost in a whirlwind of confusing emotions. Jack was hot, tight, a glove around him, his hands-oh God, his hands-skimmed on his skin, his hair, his cock, everywhere air embraced him, Jack touched.
Ianto tried; he tried to be as careful as the other man had been. Jack held him and tasted every part of him with such attention, it only made Ianto feel worse when he stroked into Jack. He sobbed out his release feeling like his insides had dissolved to his very bones. When Jack came with his name on his lips like a prayer, Ianto was transfixed at the sight of Jack throwing his head back, his back curved off the mattress.
It…it wasn't supposed to feel this perfect. This right.
The dark was cool and quiet in Jack's room. Ianto listened to Jack's heartbeat steady by his ear. Jack, despite his claims of insomnia, slept, tangled in Ianto's limbs.
Ianto closed his eyes tight, away from the peaceful expression on Jack's face, long lashes soft against his cheek. Away from the dark hair across his forehead that Ianto wanted so badly to brush back.
Carefully, Ianto slipped out of Jack's grasp and dressed quickly. He sat on the edge of the bed and watched Jack. Jack mumbled something and turned towards the wall.
Ianto choked, his eyes greedily tracing the elegant curve of Jack's exposed back, his buttocks pale and round turned towards him.
Carefully, Ianto extricated the afghan pinned under Jack's legs and pulled it over his length. Focused, Ianto tucked it in around Jack, making sure no skin was exposed to the chill.
Jack murmured under Ianto's ministrations but didn't wake. Ianto, bent over him, pausing. Ianto kissed his hair, the tender gesture shocking him to immobility. Ianto's lips hovered over Jack's hair. Then, his face crumbled and Ianto pulled away.
He didn't need a flashlight this time. Ianto wandered, shirt untucked from his trousers, his tie a loose noose of silk around his neck, Ianto numbly walked until he was at the junction, marked by Jack's discarded map.
Ianto stood there, the map a blazing white mark in the dank darkness. Like a scarlet letter. It mocked him yet Ianto couldn't find it in him to defend himself. He walked past it, taking the corridor to the right.
Walls of rusty green turned to copper after almost an hour of blind walking, Ianto could see stray petals of jasmine making a trail to the last door in the corridor. It was the only one that hummed with an edge of light below the heavy door.
Ianto braced both hands on the door. His head hung low and he took ragged gulps of air before he entered.
The door opened without a reproach that he was late, or that he smelled like Jack, or that he was dressed more like a vagrant. Ianto staggered in, his head swaying like he was drunk and he beheld the dais of steel tilted towards him. Jasmine from dying flowers greeted him as he took his seat, a stool with its twin doubling as an end table for a book he was reading and the water glass of flowers.
There was someone sleeping on the dais. What skin Ianto could see was dark yet ashen from a long sleep between pain and death. IVs of yellow liquid traced along a conglomerate of metal and fleshy limbs.
Ianto checked the monitors, his mind mechanically guiding his actions. When done, Ianto injected the vials he had stolen from Owen's supplies into the IVs and dropped to the stool. The dull throb from the base of his spine made him squeeze his eyes shut.
His hands, his legs around him, his heated skin, Ianto could still feel him. He could feel Jack in him, on him, around-Christ, the feel of him-his cock. Jack drank every part of him like water, gave him back diamonds and cried out Ianto's name like a call for help.
"I'm sorry." Ianto's voice cracked. He crammed his fist over his mouth. "I'm sorry," he muffled around his hand. Ianto lowered his head to the platform. His fingers trembled as he stroked cool skin. The lack of reaction after receiving all reaction-tight around him, his heart hammering against him, his mouth around his cock-broke his heart.
Ianto bowed his head over Lisa Hallet's body. "I'm sorry," he repeated.
When he realized he no longer knew who he was apologizing to, Ianto Jones wept.
Chapter 21: "Cyberwoman"
Additional Notes: Many thanks to soullessminion for betaing this chapter. And trtmx for her magic trick that saved my sanity! LOL.
Pairing: Jack/OMC, Jack/?, Jack/Ianto eventually, het and slash
Rating: NC-17 (betaed)
Summary: He left Jack on the game station. Abandoned. But then…he came back…different. An AU look on what happens if things happened differently. Doctor Who 'verse with Torchwood later on. Be sure to read the warnings.
Warnings: Please read each chapter's individual warnings. Some parts down the road may briefly mention non-con, abuse, and/or violence. Dark in the beginning. Please note there are some dark thoughts as my boys are broken…for now. Each chapter will be labeled for your convenience.
Author's Notes: Please note this is an AU that will cross over DW to TW season one. I'm probably spoiling my own story, but it will eventually be Janto. There's a bit of a journey first. I hope you enjoy. I'm working on this and intend to post regularly every other day. And again, I always believe in happy endings. So without further ado…
Disclaimer: RTD and BBC owns them. I'm just borrowing them for a while.
Warning For This Chapter: M/M situations, DARK
Notes For This Chapter: Note there are parallels to TW's "Fragments" and "Ghost Machine"
Prologue + Ch , Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5, Ch 6, Ch 7, Ch 8, Ch 9, Ch 10, Ch 11, Ch 12, Ch 13, Ch 14, Ch 15, Ch 16, Ch 17, Ch 18. Ch 19, Ch 20 Acts 1/4 & 2/4, Ch 20 Acts 3/4
Master Fic List: here
Chapter 20 - "Ghost Machine"
Act IV
Jack frowned as he studied the map. When the flashlight flickered and died once again, Jack swore. Great, now how was he supposed to find his way out of the vaults?
"Forget immortality," Jack muttered, staring dubiously into the right corridor. "Just let me see in the dark." He squinted at the corridors. Three openings. Weird. The map, before the lights went out, showed only one. Huh. They must have added a few more vaults after he left. He only hoped it didn't mean there were more…
Jack shuddered, remembering the first time he arrived at Torchwood Cardiff. The muffled neglected howls that echoed the corridors reminded him too much of the game station and his own cries for survivors. Anyone at all.
There were none.
Jack was wishing he had kept his coat on. He rubbed his arms absently. There was probably a vent that led to the street, letting in the cold air.
The vaults were exactly as he remembered them the first time he had been taken here. Jack had passed the first section, the earlier section with a look of distaste. They had tied him there, demanding to know where the Doctor was. Jack had told them he didn't know.
How little things had changed.
…thrum-thrum-tap-tap.
Damn it, there were times when Jack wished he had never come here. Suddenly responsible for more than just himself and the Doctor, four more lives expecting him to have all the answers when he didn't know all of them himself.
Jack wished the Doctor was here.
…thrum-thrum-tap-tap.
No mystery there. The Doctor didn't expect answers only responses and he would never look like he was going to do one thing, then turn around and do something entirely different. He wouldn't look at him over a dark Bay, looking like he wanted to kiss him then abruptly say he needed to go home-
Jack frowned. He ran a hand in his hair, wishing he could sleep and not try to find things to do to forget about kissing and skin gliding against skin and the feel of stretched fullness entering him like-
"Argh," Jack groaned and he leaned back against one of the walls. He folded his arms across his chest, feeling very frustrated. It didn't help to find a sweaty, grunting interlude just outside the wharf. And the shocked yet thoughtful look Ianto gave the pair made Jack's chest tighten, his legs quiver when Ianto brushed against him as they crouched behind the trash can.
It had been too long. Jack missed the feeling of a body heavy against him, a cock sliding slowly into him or his cock slowly being clenched. He missed the heady rush from coming. He missed the pleasure that came immediately after the initial pain.
It had all been pain.
No, wait. Suzie…well, in the end, it was all pain.
Jack sighed and stepped away from the wall. If only Ianto had at least looked completely disgusted or horrified by the two men… Why did he had to look like, "Can they do that?"
Oh definitely. There was so much Jack wanted to show the younger man about what two men can do. Pain would never be a factor.
…pushed to a wall, he scrambled to stand but the first thrust pinned him to the surface with his knees bent. He couldn't help it. He cried out…
Jack closed his eyes. The lump in his gut hardened painfully.
It wasn't like that. Not…not all the time. And if Jack could just be fixed-
Ianto didn't think he needed to be fixed.
Jack scoffed.
"Jack?"
Jack frowned as he saw a thin beam of light darting towards him. "I thought you went home."
The light drew near until Ianto stood in front of him. The light revealed his pale face as he stared, round eyed at him.
"I forget to check the vaults," Ianto explained. He shone his light towards the map he still held. "What are you doing here?"
"Couldn't sleep." Jack waved his flashlight at Ianto, who kept staring. "I realized you didn't do your check yet so I thought I might as well do it for you before-"
Ianto's flashlight jittered and dulled.
Jack gestured towards his light. "That happened."
Ianto didn't look down at his tool. "I know the way out."
Jack breathed a sigh of relief. "Great, because I don't and this map," Jack raised it up ruefully, "is not exact."
"I could finish up. Here, let me help you out first." Ianto caught Jack's wrist, his grasp cool and tight. "Watch your step."
"Well, I could wait here," Jack pointed out. "You just finish what you do down here and I'll wait right here." He tugged his hand but Ianto held it tight. Jack exhaled. "What are you doing back here, anyway?" When Ianto didn't answer, annoyance sharpened his voice. "Ianto?"
A stronger tug and Ianto was yanked back. Startled, Ianto stumbled into Jack. The flashlight dropped, the bulb shattered, and Ianto now stood chest to chest with Jack. He stared at Jack, his arm pinned between them.
"Sorry," Jack said gruffly. He felt Ianto let go of his hand but he didn't step back. "What are you doing here?" he gentled his voice. "What did you come back for?"
"I have to do the vault checks," Ianto said faintly. His hands settled on Jack's chest, his elbows digging into Jack's abdomen.
"You always do the vault checks," Jack pointed out. "What did you come back for?"
"I…" Ianto raised his gaze. "I'm not sure anymore," he admitted.
Jack swallowed. "If I kiss you, would you know?"
Ianto looked startled and opened his mouth as if to reply. But something crossed his face and as if afraid he would change his mind, Ianto looped his arms around Jack's neck, pulled his head down and kissed him.
The map Jack held fluttered down from nervous fingers. Surprised, Jack’s arms hung in the air before he closed his eyes, and wrapped them around Ianto and drew him closer.
There was a stutter before Ianto laced his fingers through Jack's hair, his mouth sealed over Jack's, his tongue slipping past his lips and darting deep into his mouth.
Ianto's buttocks felt firm, perfect in his hands. They flexed when Jack curled his hands over them to pull him closer. Jack's moan was muffled when Ianto stretched and pressed his body to him, the swell between his legs bumping against Jack's right thigh, bumping, brushing, rubbing as if he was trying to strip Jack of his clothes. Ianto made a sound when Jack squeezed his arse before he pulled Jack's head lower and his kiss became more desperate, more urgent. It was like Ianto was trying to climb into him.
Jack whimpered. He could feel Ianto grinding into him now, devouring every exhale. Somewhere in the back of his mind something screamed that he shouldn't do this. Ianto was different. Ianto couldn’t be just once. Ianto deserved forever, Ianto deserved someone he could grow old with, someone who could love as much as Jack knew Ianto could love. Ianto deserved better than a frantic coupling hidden away in the bowels of Cardiff.
"No," Jack murmured as he tried to pull away. "We-" Ianto kissed his jaw. Jack nipped his throat. "Shouldn't…" Jack groaned when Ianto rubbed against his groin. He could feel Ianto's hesitation when he could feel Jack's erection tenting unabashedly in his trousers.
"You deserve candles," Jack groaned as Ianto's shock wore off and he pressed against Jack's crotch, the swell massaging into Jack telling him to just shut the hell up.
Jack buried his face into the curve of Ianto's neck. "You deserve wine, dinner, starlight, a bed, not…" Jack cried out when Ianto bumped against his heated erection. Jack ached. "Not…" Jack panted. "Not this. Not here."
"I don't deserve any of those things," Ianto whispered into Jack's ear before he licked the lobe and sent jolts of pleasure humming down his back. Jack clutched Ianto to him, lead by touch, blind in the dark save for Ianto's overly bright eyes.
Ianto kissed his mouth, the tip of his tongue swiping across Jack's lower lip. He looked at him, his eyes unreadable in the black. His hands, still cool, interlaced with Jack's. Ianto walked backwards. Jack could feel Ianto's gaze on him despite not seeing anything.
"Where are we going?" Jack asked, a little dazed.
"Your bed," Ianto sounded rough, his hands insistent.
Jack could only numbly follow.
Ianto's eyes in his room were bright and large, and followed Jack as he climbed down the ladder to join Ianto.
Jack's mouth was dry. "You've never…" At Ianto's head shake, the rush clouding his mind cleared a little. "Maybe we should…"
"Show me." Ianto's command was soft but not to be denied. It was deep, rough with need, hunger, want. It echoed the ache brewing in Jack's chest.
Clothing was carefully peeled away as if giving each other another chance to stop this. No one did. When they were both naked, Ianto averted his eyes from Jack's straining erection.
"I…" Jack eased Ianto down onto his back with a hand curled around his neck. Ianto stared at his face, stared and never looked away.
"I won't hurt you," Jack promised throatily. The intense stare demanded a promise. "Never."
Ianto nodded, his face pressed to Jack's shoulder. He started when he felt the first cool, slicked finger entering him.
"Oh." Ianto breathed out slowly into Jack's left shoulder, his exhale short and warm with surprise.
"You okay?"
"I thought you were just going to…" Ianto's voice stuttered when Jack inserted a second. "Thought you were going to…you know…just ram it in there."
The comment made Jack's eyes burn. "Trust me," he rasped as he scissored gently, making sure the short puffs of "Oh" didn't point to pain. "You really wouldn't want me to do that." Phantom tearing made his eyes blur. "It's not fun."
"I'll…" Ianto moaned, his eyes closing when the fingers deepened their careful thrusts in him. "I'll take your word for it." Ianto's eyes flew open in surprise when one particularly thrust touched something.
"I know what that was but I didn't expect that."
Jack gave a shaky laugh. "Are you going to give me a running commentary on everything here? You're making me nervous."
The smile Ianto gave him was just as shaky, but Ianto quieted.
When Jack finally took him, something simply clicked. It felt like coming home. Ianto's body gave after a little resistance and welcomed Jack into a tight heat that he had long forgotten.
Jack took it slowly, so slowly his knees quaked as he stroked into Ianto, his hands curled around Ianto's shaft. Like a slow dance, they rocked on the thin mattress, their pants, Ianto's intakes of surprise then pleasure, Jack's tightly reined moans filled the dark space. Everything else was blocked as their pace became a bit more desperate. When Ianto came, his body arched off the mattress and clutched around Jack so hard, that Jack cried out before he came in a simultaneous release.
Jack breathed heavily on top of Ianto. He could feel Ianto's fingers lazily making circles on his back.
"Are you okay?"
"Mm," Ianto murmured. He kissed a spot above Jack's collarbone.
Jack smiled into his hair. He felt Ianto's hand tracing down his bare back, trailing to the curve of his right buttock.
"Am I too heavy?" Jack whispered. He liked the feeling of Ianto breathing against him. His heartbeat was steady and rhythmic against his ribs.
"Mm." Ianto now made the same circular pattern on his butt cheek.
Jack rubbed his jaw against his temple. "Is that all you’re going to say?"
"Mm." But Jack could feel him shifting.
"I'm trying to think of something to say." Ianto's eyes were unreadable, but his hands…
Jack pulled up, propping himself on his elbows and gazed down at him. "Did I…"
Ianto shook his head. "I wish…" he sighed. "I wish I knew how to describe it."
Brushing a palm down Ianto's face, Jack marveled how his eyes never changed to disgust, hate or…anything. There was a swirl of emotions that spun like a vortex in Ianto's eyes.
"Show me," Jack murmured as he sat up, pulling Ianto up as well.
A flicker of fear flitted across Ianto's face. "Me? I…I don't want to hurt you." Something strange crossed his normally placid features. "I don't want to hurt you, Jack," Ianto repeated.
The hard lump softened in his stomach, warmth infused and flowed up to his chest. Jack choked and he pulled Ianto to him. He kissed Ianto's throat.
"Thank you," Jack murmured into Ianto's ear and buried his face into the curve of Ianto's neck. "I know you won't hurt me." He slowly laid back, pulling Ianto to him.
Act V
Where Jack was slow and patient, Ianto found himself lost in a whirlwind of confusing emotions. Jack was hot, tight, a glove around him, his hands-oh God, his hands-skimmed on his skin, his hair, his cock, everywhere air embraced him, Jack touched.
Ianto tried; he tried to be as careful as the other man had been. Jack held him and tasted every part of him with such attention, it only made Ianto feel worse when he stroked into Jack. He sobbed out his release feeling like his insides had dissolved to his very bones. When Jack came with his name on his lips like a prayer, Ianto was transfixed at the sight of Jack throwing his head back, his back curved off the mattress.
It…it wasn't supposed to feel this perfect. This right.
The dark was cool and quiet in Jack's room. Ianto listened to Jack's heartbeat steady by his ear. Jack, despite his claims of insomnia, slept, tangled in Ianto's limbs.
Ianto closed his eyes tight, away from the peaceful expression on Jack's face, long lashes soft against his cheek. Away from the dark hair across his forehead that Ianto wanted so badly to brush back.
Carefully, Ianto slipped out of Jack's grasp and dressed quickly. He sat on the edge of the bed and watched Jack. Jack mumbled something and turned towards the wall.
Ianto choked, his eyes greedily tracing the elegant curve of Jack's exposed back, his buttocks pale and round turned towards him.
Carefully, Ianto extricated the afghan pinned under Jack's legs and pulled it over his length. Focused, Ianto tucked it in around Jack, making sure no skin was exposed to the chill.
Jack murmured under Ianto's ministrations but didn't wake. Ianto, bent over him, pausing. Ianto kissed his hair, the tender gesture shocking him to immobility. Ianto's lips hovered over Jack's hair. Then, his face crumbled and Ianto pulled away.
He didn't need a flashlight this time. Ianto wandered, shirt untucked from his trousers, his tie a loose noose of silk around his neck, Ianto numbly walked until he was at the junction, marked by Jack's discarded map.
Ianto stood there, the map a blazing white mark in the dank darkness. Like a scarlet letter. It mocked him yet Ianto couldn't find it in him to defend himself. He walked past it, taking the corridor to the right.
Walls of rusty green turned to copper after almost an hour of blind walking, Ianto could see stray petals of jasmine making a trail to the last door in the corridor. It was the only one that hummed with an edge of light below the heavy door.
Ianto braced both hands on the door. His head hung low and he took ragged gulps of air before he entered.
The door opened without a reproach that he was late, or that he smelled like Jack, or that he was dressed more like a vagrant. Ianto staggered in, his head swaying like he was drunk and he beheld the dais of steel tilted towards him. Jasmine from dying flowers greeted him as he took his seat, a stool with its twin doubling as an end table for a book he was reading and the water glass of flowers.
There was someone sleeping on the dais. What skin Ianto could see was dark yet ashen from a long sleep between pain and death. IVs of yellow liquid traced along a conglomerate of metal and fleshy limbs.
Ianto checked the monitors, his mind mechanically guiding his actions. When done, Ianto injected the vials he had stolen from Owen's supplies into the IVs and dropped to the stool. The dull throb from the base of his spine made him squeeze his eyes shut.
His hands, his legs around him, his heated skin, Ianto could still feel him. He could feel Jack in him, on him, around-Christ, the feel of him-his cock. Jack drank every part of him like water, gave him back diamonds and cried out Ianto's name like a call for help.
"I'm sorry." Ianto's voice cracked. He crammed his fist over his mouth. "I'm sorry," he muffled around his hand. Ianto lowered his head to the platform. His fingers trembled as he stroked cool skin. The lack of reaction after receiving all reaction-tight around him, his heart hammering against him, his mouth around his cock-broke his heart.
Ianto bowed his head over Lisa Hallet's body. "I'm sorry," he repeated.
When he realized he no longer knew who he was apologizing to, Ianto Jones wept.
Chapter 21: "Cyberwoman"
Additional Notes: Many thanks to soullessminion for betaing this chapter. And trtmx for her magic trick that saved my sanity! LOL.