Fic: The Oncoming Storm (Slash, AU, Janto 24/40 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: SMUT, PORN, the slash part (lol)
Notes For This Chapter: Note there are parallels to TW's "Countrycide"
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, Ch 21, Ch 22, Ch 23, Ch 24 Act 1/5, Ch 24 Act 2/5, Ch 24 Act 3/5 & 4/5
Master Fic List: here
Act V
The bandage itched. Ianto sat on the edge of his bed, resisting the urge to scratch. It was harder to ignore in the dark, but he was too tired to get up to turn on the light.
"Uh…I knocked again."
Ianto nodded to the shadow leaning against the doorway. "I know." His mouth twisted. "I figured you would let yourself in eventually."
Jack made a sound that was almost a laugh, almost a sob. "You should get better locks."
"I'll get it with my new furniture," Ianto muttered, still staring into the dark.
"What are you doing?"
Ianto blinked. It was all he could think of doing. "I'm afraid to move," Ianto murmured. His stomach churned. It was the only thing he dared to admit.
Jack's shadow melted to his towering figure. "Why?" Jack asked, stopping short in front of Ianto as if afraid to touch.
Ianto gave a self-disparaging laugh. "I thought if I don't move I won't feel…" Ianto swallowed carefully. "Their filth's all over me. God, they just…it's like I absorbed their evil under my skin. That cellar…that house…" He was afraid to blink again. "If I don't move, maybe it won't circulate inside me."
"Might be inconvenient," Jack said lightly as he crouched to eye level, "when you need to pee."
"Oh, don't bloody remind me," Ianto gasped, a chuckle escaping to join Jack's. They both sounded harsh, a little hysterical. Ianto clamped his mouth shut as it felt like darkness oozed up his throat.
Jack's hands were warm and reassuring on his shoulders. "'You haven't moved from here since I drove Tosh home. The A & E doctors said you need to rest."
Ianto looked at Jack. "I tried to give Tosh a chance to escape."
"I know. She told me." Jack carefully, like Ianto was made of glass, slipped his arms under Ianto's and hauled him up. "Come on, I think a hot shower might help."
"Boiling water might be better," Ianto muttered. He wanted to scald the horror off his skin. It felt like he'd absorbed death from that place. "Perhaps some acid."
"No." Jack sounded strained as he guided Ianto, walking backwards in front of him. Everything abruptly lightened when Jack turned on the bathroom light.
Ianto blinked painfully at his surroundings. He sat down on the edge of the tub and dully watched Jack turn the shower on.
"Do you need towels?" Ianto mumbled. "For your shower?"
Jack gave him an arched eyebrow. "The shower's for you."
"Oh."
Ianto blinked lazily as he watched Jack very patiently untie and take off Ianto’s boots and roll off his socks. Ianto wiggled his newly exposed toes and watched Jack very carefully unbutton his shirt. Ianto reached out and tentatively touched Jack's gray braces.
"Where's your coat?" Ianto mumbled.
"It smelled," Jack explained as he pulled Ianto’s shirt off and tugged his tee over his head. "You're okay with the rest of it?" Jack waved towards his lap.
Ianto roused a little. God, he practically let Jack undress him like a child. He waved his hands feebly at him. "Yes, yes, I'm fine, thank you."
Jack had a pinched look to him when he got to his feet, helping Ianto stand as he rose. "I'll be outside then."
Ianto stood there and watched Jack leave. He didn't know why there was a glimmer of panic seeing Jack shut the door.
He left his trousers and shirts to puddle on the floor and stood under the shower, his arms dangling against his sides. Jack had set the perfect temperature-hot enough to steam around him, but only enough to sting vaguely.
Ianto scrubbed with a washcloth, first languidly, then with a little more vigor. His skin crawled, his blood felt thick oozing inside him like a dark oil that ate his insides. Where was the numbness of before? He didn't want to feel this way; full, brimming with the disgusting evil he saw in the cellar, in Evan and his wife's yellow toothed smile. Suddenly, everywhere Lisa touched erased and all he could feel were the dirty nails digging into his biceps, the cold edge of the cleaver pressing deep to reach his bones.
It was overwhelming, dizzying, and Ianto didn't realize he had dropped to his knees until he heard Jack's voice flowing over him like the wind.
"Hey, hey," Jack croaked. He was soaked, his paper thin shirt plastered to his body, but he was uncaring as hands frantically checked Ianto’s head for any new bumps. Jack's eyes were pale with worry. He held up Ianto with a white knuckled grip.
"You okay? I heard…I saw you folded over like…" Jack pulled Ianto closer to him and peered up his face.
"I can't get it off," Ianto said hoarsely. He scrubbed at his arms again.
"Stop that." Jack slapped his hands and the washcloth away. "You're not going to have any skin left if you keep that up."
Ianto stared at Jack. His mouth moved but the words felt too large to come out.
"He was going to eat me," Ianto managed. It finally hit him and his mind reeled. "Shit, he…they were going to eat us. They…they were human!"
Jack's mouth pressed thin. "No," he hissed. "They weren't." Abruptly, he wrapped his arms around Ianto and buried his face into his neck. "I thought I was too late," he rasped.
"He was about to bleed me," Ianto remembered in a detached voice.
Jack shuddered against him. "I would have killed them all," he muffled.
Ianto realized he didn't think he would have minded and that terrified him. It was like those villagers had corrupted him.
"I can't wash them off me," Ianto croaked. His hands slapped uselessly against Jack, against the slick wet feel of soaked cotton. "I can still feel them inside me." Ianto stared at Jack, pleading.
Jack wordlessly stared back before silently helping Ianto stand again. He stood, his back blocking the spray, his eyes fixed on Ianto's face. Ianto braced against Jack, oblivious, uncaring that he stood naked before Jack. He wearily rested his head on Jack's shoulder.
"Help me," Ianto whispered. "I think they're drowning me."
Jack lifted his head up with a finger until their gazes leveled. Jack looked deep into Ianto's eyes. What he was searching for, Ianto didn't know. But something shifted in Jack's expression, his eyes softening with compassion and his hands gliding down his body, and he dropped to his knees.
Before Ianto could understand what was happening, maybe piece together the stray sensations of hands trailing down to his hips, Jack's breath was on him. And then, Jack was around him.
Ianto hissed, but not out of pain as he felt Jack blow softly on the tip of his cock, almost a preamble before Ianto completely slipped into Jack Harkness' mouth.
"Oh God," Ianto whispered, his head dropping, his eyes fluttering shut as he felt Jack's hot mouth, his teeth, the dry, raspy feel of his tongue, lightly grazing up and down his length. He swelled, filled and Christ, it seemed as if the sensations amplified. Ianto swayed under the hot water searing on his skin. Jack's hands held Ianto's hips, his thumbs making gentle circles on the fold where his hip and torso met.
The slow suckling was almost unbearable. Ianto gasped under his breath, hunching over Jack as it felt like the very essence of him was being pulled out of his body. His sight, blurred and hazy with the intoxicating sensation, watered at the sight of Jack, his cheeks hollowed out, embracing Ianto like an altar. Jack’s mouth-God-his mouth wrapped around him with a heat Ianto had long forgotten existed.
Lisa flashed behind his eyes, her red lips around him, and Ianto sobbed out her name before doubling over Jack like a buoy, his hands tangled in Jack's hair. Jack paused briefly before continuing with renewed intensity and purpose.
Water battered down on them, the steam veiling Jack like a fog, making it all too surreal, too much to possibly be real. Ianto groaned as he fought not to thrust into that wet mouth-Jack's mouth, Christ-but his hips jerked as if tugged and pulled by Jack's greedy suction.
Stop, he should tell Jack to stop, but it had been so long and Ianto didn't know if he was standing or had control of his body anymore. He curled around Jack as if to shield him from the shower. Wet, hot needles of water pricked his skin while Jack's hands branded his skin. Jack-don'tstopplease, shittheyshouldstop, don'tstopdon'tstop-was on him, an extension of him, on his knees in front of Ianto. Jack exorcised all the filth he'd absorbed. And Ianto was aware he was alive, alive, alive, not just numb and living.
Ianto felt drained, emptied, and refilled with Jack's essence, his spicy, musky scent filling every pore of his body, replacing Evan and his evil brood with something more…just more.
When Ianto felt his release pulled out of him with a force that buckled his knees and slammed Jack back, it was Jack's name on his lips and he suddenly couldn't feel Lisa's touch anymore on him. He couldn't feel the cleaver, the blood, the filth.
Just Jack.
He wasn't sure if he should weep or rejoice.
Chapter 25: "Greeks Bearing Gifts"
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: SMUT, PORN, the slash part (lol)
Notes For This Chapter: Note there are parallels to TW's "Countrycide"
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, Ch 21, Ch 22, Ch 23, Ch 24 Act 1/5, Ch 24 Act 2/5, Ch 24 Act 3/5 & 4/5
Master Fic List: here
Act V
The bandage itched. Ianto sat on the edge of his bed, resisting the urge to scratch. It was harder to ignore in the dark, but he was too tired to get up to turn on the light.
"Uh…I knocked again."
Ianto nodded to the shadow leaning against the doorway. "I know." His mouth twisted. "I figured you would let yourself in eventually."
Jack made a sound that was almost a laugh, almost a sob. "You should get better locks."
"I'll get it with my new furniture," Ianto muttered, still staring into the dark.
"What are you doing?"
Ianto blinked. It was all he could think of doing. "I'm afraid to move," Ianto murmured. His stomach churned. It was the only thing he dared to admit.
Jack's shadow melted to his towering figure. "Why?" Jack asked, stopping short in front of Ianto as if afraid to touch.
Ianto gave a self-disparaging laugh. "I thought if I don't move I won't feel…" Ianto swallowed carefully. "Their filth's all over me. God, they just…it's like I absorbed their evil under my skin. That cellar…that house…" He was afraid to blink again. "If I don't move, maybe it won't circulate inside me."
"Might be inconvenient," Jack said lightly as he crouched to eye level, "when you need to pee."
"Oh, don't bloody remind me," Ianto gasped, a chuckle escaping to join Jack's. They both sounded harsh, a little hysterical. Ianto clamped his mouth shut as it felt like darkness oozed up his throat.
Jack's hands were warm and reassuring on his shoulders. "'You haven't moved from here since I drove Tosh home. The A & E doctors said you need to rest."
Ianto looked at Jack. "I tried to give Tosh a chance to escape."
"I know. She told me." Jack carefully, like Ianto was made of glass, slipped his arms under Ianto's and hauled him up. "Come on, I think a hot shower might help."
"Boiling water might be better," Ianto muttered. He wanted to scald the horror off his skin. It felt like he'd absorbed death from that place. "Perhaps some acid."
"No." Jack sounded strained as he guided Ianto, walking backwards in front of him. Everything abruptly lightened when Jack turned on the bathroom light.
Ianto blinked painfully at his surroundings. He sat down on the edge of the tub and dully watched Jack turn the shower on.
"Do you need towels?" Ianto mumbled. "For your shower?"
Jack gave him an arched eyebrow. "The shower's for you."
"Oh."
Ianto blinked lazily as he watched Jack very patiently untie and take off Ianto’s boots and roll off his socks. Ianto wiggled his newly exposed toes and watched Jack very carefully unbutton his shirt. Ianto reached out and tentatively touched Jack's gray braces.
"Where's your coat?" Ianto mumbled.
"It smelled," Jack explained as he pulled Ianto’s shirt off and tugged his tee over his head. "You're okay with the rest of it?" Jack waved towards his lap.
Ianto roused a little. God, he practically let Jack undress him like a child. He waved his hands feebly at him. "Yes, yes, I'm fine, thank you."
Jack had a pinched look to him when he got to his feet, helping Ianto stand as he rose. "I'll be outside then."
Ianto stood there and watched Jack leave. He didn't know why there was a glimmer of panic seeing Jack shut the door.
He left his trousers and shirts to puddle on the floor and stood under the shower, his arms dangling against his sides. Jack had set the perfect temperature-hot enough to steam around him, but only enough to sting vaguely.
Ianto scrubbed with a washcloth, first languidly, then with a little more vigor. His skin crawled, his blood felt thick oozing inside him like a dark oil that ate his insides. Where was the numbness of before? He didn't want to feel this way; full, brimming with the disgusting evil he saw in the cellar, in Evan and his wife's yellow toothed smile. Suddenly, everywhere Lisa touched erased and all he could feel were the dirty nails digging into his biceps, the cold edge of the cleaver pressing deep to reach his bones.
It was overwhelming, dizzying, and Ianto didn't realize he had dropped to his knees until he heard Jack's voice flowing over him like the wind.
"Hey, hey," Jack croaked. He was soaked, his paper thin shirt plastered to his body, but he was uncaring as hands frantically checked Ianto’s head for any new bumps. Jack's eyes were pale with worry. He held up Ianto with a white knuckled grip.
"You okay? I heard…I saw you folded over like…" Jack pulled Ianto closer to him and peered up his face.
"I can't get it off," Ianto said hoarsely. He scrubbed at his arms again.
"Stop that." Jack slapped his hands and the washcloth away. "You're not going to have any skin left if you keep that up."
Ianto stared at Jack. His mouth moved but the words felt too large to come out.
"He was going to eat me," Ianto managed. It finally hit him and his mind reeled. "Shit, he…they were going to eat us. They…they were human!"
Jack's mouth pressed thin. "No," he hissed. "They weren't." Abruptly, he wrapped his arms around Ianto and buried his face into his neck. "I thought I was too late," he rasped.
"He was about to bleed me," Ianto remembered in a detached voice.
Jack shuddered against him. "I would have killed them all," he muffled.
Ianto realized he didn't think he would have minded and that terrified him. It was like those villagers had corrupted him.
"I can't wash them off me," Ianto croaked. His hands slapped uselessly against Jack, against the slick wet feel of soaked cotton. "I can still feel them inside me." Ianto stared at Jack, pleading.
Jack wordlessly stared back before silently helping Ianto stand again. He stood, his back blocking the spray, his eyes fixed on Ianto's face. Ianto braced against Jack, oblivious, uncaring that he stood naked before Jack. He wearily rested his head on Jack's shoulder.
"Help me," Ianto whispered. "I think they're drowning me."
Jack lifted his head up with a finger until their gazes leveled. Jack looked deep into Ianto's eyes. What he was searching for, Ianto didn't know. But something shifted in Jack's expression, his eyes softening with compassion and his hands gliding down his body, and he dropped to his knees.
Before Ianto could understand what was happening, maybe piece together the stray sensations of hands trailing down to his hips, Jack's breath was on him. And then, Jack was around him.
Ianto hissed, but not out of pain as he felt Jack blow softly on the tip of his cock, almost a preamble before Ianto completely slipped into Jack Harkness' mouth.
"Oh God," Ianto whispered, his head dropping, his eyes fluttering shut as he felt Jack's hot mouth, his teeth, the dry, raspy feel of his tongue, lightly grazing up and down his length. He swelled, filled and Christ, it seemed as if the sensations amplified. Ianto swayed under the hot water searing on his skin. Jack's hands held Ianto's hips, his thumbs making gentle circles on the fold where his hip and torso met.
The slow suckling was almost unbearable. Ianto gasped under his breath, hunching over Jack as it felt like the very essence of him was being pulled out of his body. His sight, blurred and hazy with the intoxicating sensation, watered at the sight of Jack, his cheeks hollowed out, embracing Ianto like an altar. Jack’s mouth-God-his mouth wrapped around him with a heat Ianto had long forgotten existed.
Lisa flashed behind his eyes, her red lips around him, and Ianto sobbed out her name before doubling over Jack like a buoy, his hands tangled in Jack's hair. Jack paused briefly before continuing with renewed intensity and purpose.
Water battered down on them, the steam veiling Jack like a fog, making it all too surreal, too much to possibly be real. Ianto groaned as he fought not to thrust into that wet mouth-Jack's mouth, Christ-but his hips jerked as if tugged and pulled by Jack's greedy suction.
Stop, he should tell Jack to stop, but it had been so long and Ianto didn't know if he was standing or had control of his body anymore. He curled around Jack as if to shield him from the shower. Wet, hot needles of water pricked his skin while Jack's hands branded his skin. Jack-don'tstopplease, shittheyshouldstop, don'tstopdon'tstop-was on him, an extension of him, on his knees in front of Ianto. Jack exorcised all the filth he'd absorbed. And Ianto was aware he was alive, alive, alive, not just numb and living.
Ianto felt drained, emptied, and refilled with Jack's essence, his spicy, musky scent filling every pore of his body, replacing Evan and his evil brood with something more…just more.
When Ianto felt his release pulled out of him with a force that buckled his knees and slammed Jack back, it was Jack's name on his lips and he suddenly couldn't feel Lisa's touch anymore on him. He couldn't feel the cleaver, the blood, the filth.
Just Jack.
He wasn't sure if he should weep or rejoice.
Chapter 25: "Greeks Bearing Gifts"
Additional Notes: Many thanks to soullessminion for betaing this chapter. And trtmx for her magic trick that saved my sanity! LOL.