Fic: The Oncoming Storm (Slash, AU, Janto 25/40 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.
Notes For This Chapter: Note there are parallels to TW's "Greeks Bearing Gifts"
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, Ch 25 Act 1/5, Ch 25 Act 2/5, Ch 25 Act 3/5 & 4/5
Master Fic List: here
Act V
Tosh said she didn't realize how much pain he was in. She said he felt rats squirming in his stomach; that there was nothing left.
Ianto's fingers trembled as he tried one key after another. Nothing would fit.
Tosh cried, saying they were sorry for his loss. Abigail said she was sorry for his loss. There was no loss. Lisa…she died with everyone else; she wasn't alone. He was.
The keys dropped and Ianto wanted to kick the door down. One more try and he tumbled in, slamming the door shut by leaning heavily against it.
There was no one he knew there in London. Everyone left was a stranger. They grieved for people he didn't know.
Ianto's knees wobbled as he walked away from the door, stumbled drunkenly over something he couldn't see. He braced a hand against a wall, took a breath and tried again. His legs shook and he pitched forward.
Someone caught him.
Even in the dark, Jack shone. Ianto, slouched in Jack's grasp, stared up at him.
"What…what are you doing here?" Ianto rasped.
Jack's eyes were cloudy and bright with understanding. "Because I wasn't there in London."
Something crumpled inside Ianto. His head dropped to his chest. He shook.
Jack merely pulled him up and held him against his body.
The heartbeat under Ianto mocked him, as if telling him he didn't have one, that he was really dead inside, gnawed hollow and empty inside. What Tosh said couldn't be true. There was no pain, no rats scrabbling inside him. There was nothing left.
A strange and painful sound ripped past his throat. "They're all dead." He had left them there.
"I'm sorr-"
"Don't tell me you're sorry!" Ianto shouted. His fists grasped Jack's coat and he shook him. The other man simply swayed where he stood.
"Don't tell me you're sorry! Everyone says they're sorry! Tosh says she's sorry! They're all sorry! I'm sorry…I'm…I'm…" Ianto began to shake, began gasping as something grew and grew in his throat.
"What can I do?" Jack's low voice was like a distant rumble of thunder. His heartbeat steady under Ianto's cheek.
"Tell me," Ianto rasped, not looking up. He kept his ear against Jack's chest, to remind himself how he should feel.
"Tell me why?"
Jack's arms circled him, holding him up. "Why?"
Ianto lifted his gaze. "They're all dead around me, Jack and I can't feel anything. Nothing!" Like he was dead too.
"Tell me why I was left behind."
Jack's eyes bled misery. His arms squeezed until Ianto was crushed against him.
"I…I don't know," Jack rasped.
Ianto choked out a sob. "I never should have left her. I never should have left them." His fists tugged at Jack's coat. "Why? Why did you say yes? Why did you let them use you to open the breach-God…" Ianto's knees buckled but Jack held tight. He half-dragged, half-carried Ianto towards the bed.
"Damn you," Ianto gasped out. "Damn me." He clawed Jack's coat to try and stand. "You should have never come back for me." His body shook so violently, he now clung to Jack, his knees bent.
"I…you should have let me die with her," Ianto cried out, his fists twisting in Jack's coat. "You should never have saved me!"
Jack shushed him, one hand brushing the hair on the back of his head. "Tell me what you need, Ianto."
His eyes burned, his heart clenched. "I don't know!" Ianto could feel the first spark of something scratching his throat. "I just want to feel something that doesn't hurt this much!" Ianto doubled over Jack and felt them fall down onto the bed, Jack underneath him, warm, solid, alive.
Jack's face was as raw as his insides felt. Jack brushed a knuckle under Ianto's eye and Ianto realized it was tears dripping down onto Jack's face.
"Feel me," Jack whispered. "Feel me, Ianto."
Ianto buried his face in Jack's throat.
It was a blur of hands frantically running across bodies. Cotton gave way to skin, the belt slipping out of Jack's trousers a throaty purr. Ianto felt Jack's hands on his flies, cool night air a shiver on his skin as his trousers pooled around his knees.
There was a stutter, a gasp that sounded like his name as Ianto desperately tasted the living skin underneath him, slick and warm under his weight, his suit. Ianto felt muscle quivering under his kneading fingers, the pulse on a stretched throat thumping loud under his mouth.
Jack's hands gripped the back of his suit when Ianto took him, soft grunts as Ianto tried to sink deeper into the pulsing, throbbing life force that surrounded his cock, his mind, his heart. Jack stretched around him, surrounded him like a second skin. Jack was alive, just like him, skeletal remainders from Canary Wharf left smoldering coldly in the emptiness.
His blood was finally moving inside him, flowing when it felt congealed in his veins before for so long. Ianto could hear the crying again, felt his own eyes finally prick, and something inside him shattered when he came simultaneously with Jack.
His release burst within Jack in jets that baptized him and returned the raw, stinging pain that Ianto now knew never left, but burrowed deep inside him. Something hot burned in his chest. Something uncoiled. A vise loosened. Ianto collapsed over Jack, his suit stained with Jack's cum, Jack's legs falling away from their possessive grip around his middle. Ianto gasped as he tried to raise himself off Jack, couldn't, and dropped back heavily and surely painfully over Jack.
Jack's hands released their claw-like grip on the back of his jacket and settled around his shoulders. The weight was like a hammer, slamming through the thinning barrier around Ianto's chest.
Ianto began to cry.
Hard, violent, ripping sounds clawed out of him like shards of glass. Ianto couldn't stop. He couldn't even try to understand why he could barely breathe, could barely think of why he was covered in another man's cum, his softening cock deep in another body other than Lisa's. The sobs felt like someone had shoved an arm down his throat and yanked them out with the same violence Ianto felt thrusting into Jack.
His eyes flooded, his throat tightened, his stomach churned and vomited out into huge, loud, shameless sobs. They couldn't be from him. They couldn't. No. He was fine.
Jack rolled them carefully, suddenly cradling Ianto across his lap, his voice a litany yet incomprehensible behind the raw, animalistic noises Ianto couldn't stop making. His hands stroked Ianto's back and Jack's nude body felt like satin against Ianto's cheek. Somewhere amidst the dizzying maelstrom of emotions swarming around Ianto, Jack undressed him, his touch lingering to remind him not everything died. Jack's skin was hot against his; Ianto stripped now physically as well as emotionally. Ianto clung to Jack. He hiccupped out his guilt, his crime; he had survived, he didn't save Lisa, his grief was too inadequate to compensate for being left alive. It wasn't fair. It was so fucking unfair.
Ianto's tears dried not because there was nothing left, but because his body was just too exhausted to continue to squeeze out his misery. Ianto fell asleep against Jack, the duvet pulled over them like a shield.
He woke, eyes swollen shut, body aching, and his head feeling two sizes too big. He could feel Jack's hand languidly going up and down his back.
"Jack," Ianto croaked.
The hand paused. Ianto could feel Jack's chest rising against him in a reassuring vibration that spread to the rest of his husked out body.
"Go back to sleep," Jack said in a hushed voice.
Ianto closed his eyes and gulped. "I…What I did…"
"I told you," Jack whispered. "Whatever you need, Ianto." His hand cradled the back of Ianto’s head, pushing Ianto closer to his heart as if Jack knew his living beat could fill the silence.
"Go back to sleep," Jack told him. "I can't promise you it'll be better tomorrow, but it will get better."
Ianto wrapped his arms around Jack's middle, felt the velvety skin of Jack's lax genitals against his hip.
Jack understood. "It's fine," he promised hoarsely. "I'll be here."
Thank God, Ianto thought fervently. He tightened his hold. Thank God, thank God.
Ianto concentrated on every single inch of Jack's skin touching him and drifted back to sleep.
Chapter 26: "They Keep Killing Suzie"
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.
Notes For This Chapter: Note there are parallels to TW's "Greeks Bearing Gifts"
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, Ch 25 Act 1/5, Ch 25 Act 2/5, Ch 25 Act 3/5 & 4/5
Master Fic List: here
Act V
Tosh said she didn't realize how much pain he was in. She said he felt rats squirming in his stomach; that there was nothing left.
Ianto's fingers trembled as he tried one key after another. Nothing would fit.
Tosh cried, saying they were sorry for his loss. Abigail said she was sorry for his loss. There was no loss. Lisa…she died with everyone else; she wasn't alone. He was.
The keys dropped and Ianto wanted to kick the door down. One more try and he tumbled in, slamming the door shut by leaning heavily against it.
There was no one he knew there in London. Everyone left was a stranger. They grieved for people he didn't know.
Ianto's knees wobbled as he walked away from the door, stumbled drunkenly over something he couldn't see. He braced a hand against a wall, took a breath and tried again. His legs shook and he pitched forward.
Someone caught him.
Even in the dark, Jack shone. Ianto, slouched in Jack's grasp, stared up at him.
"What…what are you doing here?" Ianto rasped.
Jack's eyes were cloudy and bright with understanding. "Because I wasn't there in London."
Something crumpled inside Ianto. His head dropped to his chest. He shook.
Jack merely pulled him up and held him against his body.
The heartbeat under Ianto mocked him, as if telling him he didn't have one, that he was really dead inside, gnawed hollow and empty inside. What Tosh said couldn't be true. There was no pain, no rats scrabbling inside him. There was nothing left.
A strange and painful sound ripped past his throat. "They're all dead." He had left them there.
"I'm sorr-"
"Don't tell me you're sorry!" Ianto shouted. His fists grasped Jack's coat and he shook him. The other man simply swayed where he stood.
"Don't tell me you're sorry! Everyone says they're sorry! Tosh says she's sorry! They're all sorry! I'm sorry…I'm…I'm…" Ianto began to shake, began gasping as something grew and grew in his throat.
"What can I do?" Jack's low voice was like a distant rumble of thunder. His heartbeat steady under Ianto's cheek.
"Tell me," Ianto rasped, not looking up. He kept his ear against Jack's chest, to remind himself how he should feel.
"Tell me why?"
Jack's arms circled him, holding him up. "Why?"
Ianto lifted his gaze. "They're all dead around me, Jack and I can't feel anything. Nothing!" Like he was dead too.
"Tell me why I was left behind."
Jack's eyes bled misery. His arms squeezed until Ianto was crushed against him.
"I…I don't know," Jack rasped.
Ianto choked out a sob. "I never should have left her. I never should have left them." His fists tugged at Jack's coat. "Why? Why did you say yes? Why did you let them use you to open the breach-God…" Ianto's knees buckled but Jack held tight. He half-dragged, half-carried Ianto towards the bed.
"Damn you," Ianto gasped out. "Damn me." He clawed Jack's coat to try and stand. "You should have never come back for me." His body shook so violently, he now clung to Jack, his knees bent.
"I…you should have let me die with her," Ianto cried out, his fists twisting in Jack's coat. "You should never have saved me!"
Jack shushed him, one hand brushing the hair on the back of his head. "Tell me what you need, Ianto."
His eyes burned, his heart clenched. "I don't know!" Ianto could feel the first spark of something scratching his throat. "I just want to feel something that doesn't hurt this much!" Ianto doubled over Jack and felt them fall down onto the bed, Jack underneath him, warm, solid, alive.
Jack's face was as raw as his insides felt. Jack brushed a knuckle under Ianto's eye and Ianto realized it was tears dripping down onto Jack's face.
"Feel me," Jack whispered. "Feel me, Ianto."
Ianto buried his face in Jack's throat.
It was a blur of hands frantically running across bodies. Cotton gave way to skin, the belt slipping out of Jack's trousers a throaty purr. Ianto felt Jack's hands on his flies, cool night air a shiver on his skin as his trousers pooled around his knees.
There was a stutter, a gasp that sounded like his name as Ianto desperately tasted the living skin underneath him, slick and warm under his weight, his suit. Ianto felt muscle quivering under his kneading fingers, the pulse on a stretched throat thumping loud under his mouth.
Jack's hands gripped the back of his suit when Ianto took him, soft grunts as Ianto tried to sink deeper into the pulsing, throbbing life force that surrounded his cock, his mind, his heart. Jack stretched around him, surrounded him like a second skin. Jack was alive, just like him, skeletal remainders from Canary Wharf left smoldering coldly in the emptiness.
His blood was finally moving inside him, flowing when it felt congealed in his veins before for so long. Ianto could hear the crying again, felt his own eyes finally prick, and something inside him shattered when he came simultaneously with Jack.
His release burst within Jack in jets that baptized him and returned the raw, stinging pain that Ianto now knew never left, but burrowed deep inside him. Something hot burned in his chest. Something uncoiled. A vise loosened. Ianto collapsed over Jack, his suit stained with Jack's cum, Jack's legs falling away from their possessive grip around his middle. Ianto gasped as he tried to raise himself off Jack, couldn't, and dropped back heavily and surely painfully over Jack.
Jack's hands released their claw-like grip on the back of his jacket and settled around his shoulders. The weight was like a hammer, slamming through the thinning barrier around Ianto's chest.
Ianto began to cry.
Hard, violent, ripping sounds clawed out of him like shards of glass. Ianto couldn't stop. He couldn't even try to understand why he could barely breathe, could barely think of why he was covered in another man's cum, his softening cock deep in another body other than Lisa's. The sobs felt like someone had shoved an arm down his throat and yanked them out with the same violence Ianto felt thrusting into Jack.
His eyes flooded, his throat tightened, his stomach churned and vomited out into huge, loud, shameless sobs. They couldn't be from him. They couldn't. No. He was fine.
Jack rolled them carefully, suddenly cradling Ianto across his lap, his voice a litany yet incomprehensible behind the raw, animalistic noises Ianto couldn't stop making. His hands stroked Ianto's back and Jack's nude body felt like satin against Ianto's cheek. Somewhere amidst the dizzying maelstrom of emotions swarming around Ianto, Jack undressed him, his touch lingering to remind him not everything died. Jack's skin was hot against his; Ianto stripped now physically as well as emotionally. Ianto clung to Jack. He hiccupped out his guilt, his crime; he had survived, he didn't save Lisa, his grief was too inadequate to compensate for being left alive. It wasn't fair. It was so fucking unfair.
Ianto's tears dried not because there was nothing left, but because his body was just too exhausted to continue to squeeze out his misery. Ianto fell asleep against Jack, the duvet pulled over them like a shield.
He woke, eyes swollen shut, body aching, and his head feeling two sizes too big. He could feel Jack's hand languidly going up and down his back.
"Jack," Ianto croaked.
The hand paused. Ianto could feel Jack's chest rising against him in a reassuring vibration that spread to the rest of his husked out body.
"Go back to sleep," Jack said in a hushed voice.
Ianto closed his eyes and gulped. "I…What I did…"
"I told you," Jack whispered. "Whatever you need, Ianto." His hand cradled the back of Ianto’s head, pushing Ianto closer to his heart as if Jack knew his living beat could fill the silence.
"Go back to sleep," Jack told him. "I can't promise you it'll be better tomorrow, but it will get better."
Ianto wrapped his arms around Jack's middle, felt the velvety skin of Jack's lax genitals against his hip.
Jack understood. "It's fine," he promised hoarsely. "I'll be here."
Thank God, Ianto thought fervently. He tightened his hold. Thank God, thank God.
Ianto concentrated on every single inch of Jack's skin touching him and drifted back to sleep.
Chapter 26: "They Keep Killing Suzie"
Additional Notes: Many thanks to soullessminion for betaing this chapter. And trtmx for her magic trick that saved my sanity! LOL.