Sleeping With The Enemy - Rewind 10/?
Title: Sleeping With The Enemy - Rewind 10/?
Rating: 15 maybe?
Characters: Jack/Ianto, Captain John
Chapters: Sequel to “Where Have The Good Men Gone?”
Spoilers: Anything Torchwood could be hinted at.
Summary: Ianto is in too deep, but hope is found in the strangest of places.
Disclaimer: Regrettably I own nothing, none of the characters, zip. Wish I did though.
Author’s Notes: Rewind, chapter 10, I can’t believe we’re here already! Anyway, I have to say a big thanks to all the great people who have stuck with me with this fic, and of course to my ever patient
2nd_toshiko. And, as always, all comments really are loved and adored.
Chapter One: So Much For My Happy Ending
Chapter Two: Lost But Not Found
Chapter Three: Call Me When You're Sober
Chapter Four: In The Cold Light Of Morning
Chapter Five: Remember Me
Chapter Six: Chasing Parallels
Chapter Seven: Who Am I?
Chapter Eight: I love you, I'll kill you
Chapter Nine: Where Have All The Good Men Gone?
Dedicated to
2nd_toshiko for being the best beta I could ask for, and to
naddypants, for giving me the confidence to write Captain John!
He wanted this. He needed this. Or that was what his brain was desperately telling his senses. His thoughts needed silencing, the ache in his heart needed numbing. Sex had been a successful painkiller before, when he had nothing, when he’d not been held in so long. Ianto needed that again. He needed to feel wanted, to feel as if he wasn’t alone, to forget. But forgetting was becoming the hardest thing of all. Every touch of his body made him think of Jack, every kiss and caress reminding him of how his partner felt, how he made him feel. Ianto was drowning, air being pushed out of his lungs by enforced lust. He was going under…….
They lay down together softly, shirts discarded on the floor, mouths still attached. Ianto had never expected John to be like this, so gentle and almost giving. His bare skin was softer, sweeter than Ianto had imagined, muscles lightly defined. But it wasn’t enough. This was all too familiar. Too much like the Jack he’d lost.
John reached down Ianto’s body, pausing to briefly kiss at his neck, bite at it softly, nipping at the skin with his front teeth. Ianto could feel his hands moving down his body towards the zipper of his jeans, opening them and then reaching in. And then stopping.
“I…..” John muttered breathlessly, looking at Ianto. “That’s not happened to me before.” He raised an eyebrow, his cocky exterior lost. “Am I doing something wrong?”
“I’m sorry.” Ianto gulped, turning his head, unable to look at the Captain. “It’s nothing to do with you.”
“Obviously.” Rolling off him, John sat on the edge of the bed, his back to Ianto. “I thought you wanted this?”
“I did……I do…..it’s just all I can see is Jack. He’s all I can feel.”
“Oh, great.” Ianto heard the Captain chuckle. “I used to think I was so much better than Jack.”
“I don’t mean that. I just can’t John. I can’t betray him again.”
“Again?”
“I slept with Jack here remember?”
“Hardly betraying him.”
“But it was. He wasn’t the guy I married.” Ianto paused, doing up his jeans, suddenly embarrassed. He sat up on the bed, legs crossed. “I’m sorry, for using you.”
“Hey, it’s a use or be used kind of universe.” John chuckled darkly, turning round to face him.
“That’s not the point.”
“Then what is?”
“I don’t know. I just know that I didn’t want to feel so isolated anymore.”
“You’re not.” Almost purposefully, John crawled across the bed to Ianto’s side, sitting beside him. “Or am I not really here?”
“You know what I mean. I don’t have any one to talk to, not really.”
“You’ve got me.”
“You’re the bastard who got me into the mess.” Ianto said, although it lacked conviction. “I guess you’ll do.”
“Oh thanks.”
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Why don’t I hate you right now?” Ianto voice was light but behind it there was a sense of honesty. “I mean, this is all your fault.”
“Maybe it’s because you understand me. Understand why I did it.”
“I didn’t believe you at first, you know about loving him. But I do now. I never gave you the chance.”
“I don’t blame you, I’ve never given you reason to trust me.” John sighed, giving Ianto a soft nod. “There’s something about him though.”
“We’ve been here before.”
“That was before all this.” John grinned, indicating around them. He looked at Ianto, their gazes meeting finally. “What have you done to me, eye candy?”
“Maybe I’ve changed you. Maybe that’s why fate brought me here instead of Jack. To change you, make you admit to your past?”
“You believe in all that? About fate?” John smirked sceptically.
“I don’t know what to believe in. I just know that if you’re a part of Torchwood you have to believe in something.” Ianto paused, looking around the dimly lit room, eyes resting on John’s wrist strap lying next to him. “Will you ever fix it?”
“Ah….” John exhaled slowly, reaching over Ianto to pick it up, looking at it intently. “I don’t know. I was never that great at fixing things at the Academy.”
“The Academy?”
“Yeah, the place where me and Jack trained to be Time Agents. They taught you everything there, combat, space - time ethics, engineering. I wouldn’t have graduated if it wasn’t for Jack.” He paused, smiling, before waving the wrist strap purposely at Ianto. “It’s fixable, I’m sure it is. But I need parts. I need help.”
“So get help.”
“It’s not as simple as that. This is a device 30 centuries in the future. I can’t just buy the parts.”
“There’s Jack.” Ianto found himself saying, voice low yet audible. “Can’t he help us?”
“Jack thinks I’m dead.”
“But he knows that you’re from a parallel world. If you meet with him maybe you could make a deal?” Ianto was desperate now, words tumbling from his mouth.
“It’s not as simple as that.” John paused, his face suddenly more fierce, more angry. “I don’t know where me and him left off. I know nothing about the relationship we had in this world. For all I know, he could be the guy who killed me.”
“So you’re going to hide from him? Be a fucking coward?!”
“That’s not what I said.”
“Then what the fuck are you saying, John?!” Ianto’s voice began to bellow, his hopes too desperate to be dashed. “You got me into this mess, and now you’re too fucking scared to get me out of it?!”
“Have I mentioned how gorgeous you look when you’re angry?” John smirked.
“John!”
“I’m sorry.” The Captain smirked, before letting his face settle back into place. “Look, I’ll meet with Jack, try and get him to help us.”
“You will?”
“Yes. Just so I can fucking get rid of you.”
“Thank you.” Ianto breathed, finally letting a smile spread across his face. He leant forward, pressing a kiss to John’s lips, filling it with as much thanks and appreciation he could muster. John was soon returning the kiss, although it was less frantic than what they had shared earlier. “Do you mind if I get some sleep?” The young Welshman smiled, pulling away from John’s arms.
“You give me a kiss like that and expect me to sleep?”
“I don’t care if you do. But I’m shattered.”
“Well don’t blame me if you have me tossing and turning in my sleep, eye candy.” The Captain winked, lying down beside him, close enough that Ianto knew he was there, but far enough away so that they weren’t touching.
“Good night, John.” Ianto said quickly, turning out the lamp beside them.
Tomorrow. Ianto couldn’t help but chant it through his thoughts, the words echoing through him like sound in an empty room. Tomorrow, there was a small glimmer of hope etching its way into his heart. If Jack could help them, if he would help them, then he might not be so alone anymore. He could get home. He could get back to Jack. His Jack. Ianto sighed, turning over, letting his head sink into the soft pillow. Tomorrow.
Ok, so I’m a coward. Well maybe not, but even I thought Ianto couldn’t go through with it. Anyways, a bit more hopeful this one, but even so, what did you think? You know how much your comments mean to me! :D Thanks.
Just Being Me
xxxx
Click here for the next chapter, Cross Roads
Rating: 15 maybe?
Characters: Jack/Ianto, Captain John
Chapters: Sequel to “Where Have The Good Men Gone?”
Spoilers: Anything Torchwood could be hinted at.
Summary: Ianto is in too deep, but hope is found in the strangest of places.
Disclaimer: Regrettably I own nothing, none of the characters, zip. Wish I did though.
Author’s Notes: Rewind, chapter 10, I can’t believe we’re here already! Anyway, I have to say a big thanks to all the great people who have stuck with me with this fic, and of course to my ever patient
2nd_toshiko. And, as always, all comments really are loved and adored.
Chapter One: So Much For My Happy Ending
Chapter Two: Lost But Not Found
Chapter Three: Call Me When You're Sober
Chapter Four: In The Cold Light Of Morning
Chapter Five: Remember Me
Chapter Six: Chasing Parallels
Chapter Seven: Who Am I?
Chapter Eight: I love you, I'll kill you
Chapter Nine: Where Have All The Good Men Gone?
Dedicated to
2nd_toshiko for being the best beta I could ask for, and to
naddypants, for giving me the confidence to write Captain John!
He wanted this. He needed this. Or that was what his brain was desperately telling his senses. His thoughts needed silencing, the ache in his heart needed numbing. Sex had been a successful painkiller before, when he had nothing, when he’d not been held in so long. Ianto needed that again. He needed to feel wanted, to feel as if he wasn’t alone, to forget. But forgetting was becoming the hardest thing of all. Every touch of his body made him think of Jack, every kiss and caress reminding him of how his partner felt, how he made him feel. Ianto was drowning, air being pushed out of his lungs by enforced lust. He was going under…….
They lay down together softly, shirts discarded on the floor, mouths still attached. Ianto had never expected John to be like this, so gentle and almost giving. His bare skin was softer, sweeter than Ianto had imagined, muscles lightly defined. But it wasn’t enough. This was all too familiar. Too much like the Jack he’d lost.
John reached down Ianto’s body, pausing to briefly kiss at his neck, bite at it softly, nipping at the skin with his front teeth. Ianto could feel his hands moving down his body towards the zipper of his jeans, opening them and then reaching in. And then stopping.
“I…..” John muttered breathlessly, looking at Ianto. “That’s not happened to me before.” He raised an eyebrow, his cocky exterior lost. “Am I doing something wrong?”
“I’m sorry.” Ianto gulped, turning his head, unable to look at the Captain. “It’s nothing to do with you.”
“Obviously.” Rolling off him, John sat on the edge of the bed, his back to Ianto. “I thought you wanted this?”
“I did……I do…..it’s just all I can see is Jack. He’s all I can feel.”
“Oh, great.” Ianto heard the Captain chuckle. “I used to think I was so much better than Jack.”
“I don’t mean that. I just can’t John. I can’t betray him again.”
“Again?”
“I slept with Jack here remember?”
“Hardly betraying him.”
“But it was. He wasn’t the guy I married.” Ianto paused, doing up his jeans, suddenly embarrassed. He sat up on the bed, legs crossed. “I’m sorry, for using you.”
“Hey, it’s a use or be used kind of universe.” John chuckled darkly, turning round to face him.
“That’s not the point.”
“Then what is?”
“I don’t know. I just know that I didn’t want to feel so isolated anymore.”
“You’re not.” Almost purposefully, John crawled across the bed to Ianto’s side, sitting beside him. “Or am I not really here?”
“You know what I mean. I don’t have any one to talk to, not really.”
“You’ve got me.”
“You’re the bastard who got me into the mess.” Ianto said, although it lacked conviction. “I guess you’ll do.”
“Oh thanks.”
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Why don’t I hate you right now?” Ianto voice was light but behind it there was a sense of honesty. “I mean, this is all your fault.”
“Maybe it’s because you understand me. Understand why I did it.”
“I didn’t believe you at first, you know about loving him. But I do now. I never gave you the chance.”
“I don’t blame you, I’ve never given you reason to trust me.” John sighed, giving Ianto a soft nod. “There’s something about him though.”
“We’ve been here before.”
“That was before all this.” John grinned, indicating around them. He looked at Ianto, their gazes meeting finally. “What have you done to me, eye candy?”
“Maybe I’ve changed you. Maybe that’s why fate brought me here instead of Jack. To change you, make you admit to your past?”
“You believe in all that? About fate?” John smirked sceptically.
“I don’t know what to believe in. I just know that if you’re a part of Torchwood you have to believe in something.” Ianto paused, looking around the dimly lit room, eyes resting on John’s wrist strap lying next to him. “Will you ever fix it?”
“Ah….” John exhaled slowly, reaching over Ianto to pick it up, looking at it intently. “I don’t know. I was never that great at fixing things at the Academy.”
“The Academy?”
“Yeah, the place where me and Jack trained to be Time Agents. They taught you everything there, combat, space - time ethics, engineering. I wouldn’t have graduated if it wasn’t for Jack.” He paused, smiling, before waving the wrist strap purposely at Ianto. “It’s fixable, I’m sure it is. But I need parts. I need help.”
“So get help.”
“It’s not as simple as that. This is a device 30 centuries in the future. I can’t just buy the parts.”
“There’s Jack.” Ianto found himself saying, voice low yet audible. “Can’t he help us?”
“Jack thinks I’m dead.”
“But he knows that you’re from a parallel world. If you meet with him maybe you could make a deal?” Ianto was desperate now, words tumbling from his mouth.
“It’s not as simple as that.” John paused, his face suddenly more fierce, more angry. “I don’t know where me and him left off. I know nothing about the relationship we had in this world. For all I know, he could be the guy who killed me.”
“So you’re going to hide from him? Be a fucking coward?!”
“That’s not what I said.”
“Then what the fuck are you saying, John?!” Ianto’s voice began to bellow, his hopes too desperate to be dashed. “You got me into this mess, and now you’re too fucking scared to get me out of it?!”
“Have I mentioned how gorgeous you look when you’re angry?” John smirked.
“John!”
“I’m sorry.” The Captain smirked, before letting his face settle back into place. “Look, I’ll meet with Jack, try and get him to help us.”
“You will?”
“Yes. Just so I can fucking get rid of you.”
“Thank you.” Ianto breathed, finally letting a smile spread across his face. He leant forward, pressing a kiss to John’s lips, filling it with as much thanks and appreciation he could muster. John was soon returning the kiss, although it was less frantic than what they had shared earlier. “Do you mind if I get some sleep?” The young Welshman smiled, pulling away from John’s arms.
“You give me a kiss like that and expect me to sleep?”
“I don’t care if you do. But I’m shattered.”
“Well don’t blame me if you have me tossing and turning in my sleep, eye candy.” The Captain winked, lying down beside him, close enough that Ianto knew he was there, but far enough away so that they weren’t touching.
“Good night, John.” Ianto said quickly, turning out the lamp beside them.
Tomorrow. Ianto couldn’t help but chant it through his thoughts, the words echoing through him like sound in an empty room. Tomorrow, there was a small glimmer of hope etching its way into his heart. If Jack could help them, if he would help them, then he might not be so alone anymore. He could get home. He could get back to Jack. His Jack. Ianto sighed, turning over, letting his head sink into the soft pillow. Tomorrow.
Ok, so I’m a coward. Well maybe not, but even I thought Ianto couldn’t go through with it. Anyways, a bit more hopeful this one, but even so, what did you think? You know how much your comments mean to me! :D Thanks.
Just Being Me
xxxx
Click here for the next chapter, Cross Roads