Tales Of A Time Agency - 9/?
Title: Tales of A Time Agency - 9/?
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Jack, Ianto, John Hart, Toshiko, Owen, Gwen, Martha, The Doctor
Pairings: Predominantly Jack/Ianto (eventually), but it’s the Time Agency so expect Jack/John, Tosh/Owen, Ianto/John, Tosh/Mary, John/the consenting population of the universe……
Chapter: Chapter Number Nine.
Spoilers: Anything Torchwood could be hinted at. Could also include a dash of Doctor Who too.
Summary: Ianto Jones is thrown into the world of excess of the Time Agency Academy, but will he sink or swim? Especially when the enigmatic Jack Harkness starts looking his way….
Disclaimer: Regrettably I own nothing, none of the characters, zip. Wish I did though.
Author’s Notes: Ok….so here’s more TOATA….a smutty chapter for smut Sunday! Lol, I have to thank everyone who has stuck with me so far, I really hope that you like this! And a special thank you to thehubsitter , who gave me enough confidence to post this chapter tonight! And yes, as always, any comments you guys give me are completely adored. :)
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five A
Chapter Five B
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight A
Chapter Eight B
As usual I have to dedicate my writing to my four amazing writing buddies. So to 2nd_toshiko , who always manages to make me smile whatever my mood, to naddypants , who has given me so much confidence in my writing and is a brilliant writer in her own right, to thehubsitter , for listening to all my TOATA ramblings and pretending they make sense, whilst giving me some great advice too, and to morgia , who is the supportive big sister I never had. Thank you all so so much!!
Light. It was either illuminating and enlightening, or fierce and unforgiving. It could either be soft and angelic or harsh and fiendish. And unfortunately….when you’re brain is filled with the dull ache of morning, as well as the deep dark aftermath of reality, light generally takes on its more devilish persona. Forever the overseer, whatever is done in the dark will always be brought back into the light. No matter how hard you try to forget it.
Ianto Jones moaned, and clamped his eyes shut again, folding them deep inside the darkness of his eyelids. The winter sun was already streaming in through the cracks in the white blinds that covered the large window to the left of him, its bright brilliance seeping through the fabric like water creeps into any crevice. It continued to persistently pour into his brain, burning an orange light through the skin that now covered his eyes. He groaned again, blinking as he tried to take in his surroundings, morning bursting into his head and splitting the pea soup haze that had become his mind.
After the haze had cleared that little bit more, Ianto dared to sit up, the pigment in his eyes bleached so that everything about his vision was clearer now. He leant back against the head board of the bed, stretching out his back, his muscles retching slightly under the strain. In this upright state, Ianto finally had the chance to look properly at his surroundings, to take in the fresh white walls and the standard furniture that adorned every dormitory room at TARA, even his own. But it quickly became clear that Ianto was as far from his own room as he could get, especially when his eyes caught sight of a discarded red tunic lying amongst his own clothes on the floor……
Ianto jumped slightly, blushing even though there was nobody there to see him as he pulled the bed sheets up to cover his naked body. He hadn’t realised until that moment just how undressed he was, or possibly more shocking than that in itself, the fact that someone else had seen him like this too. The young man swallowed, hearing a constant flow of water from a room nearby, listening as the water almost rattled to the floor as the steady streams were intercepted by someone’s body. His memories were flashing back now, thick and fast as they tumbled across his brain and back in front of his eyes. Vivid, vibrant…..memory after memory flooded his mind as Ianto merely sat back and re-lived every one of them.
They were stumbling into John’s room, lips still firmly attached as the older man had fumbled for a light switch. Ianto could remember reaching round for the other man’s wrists, stopping him from doing so, whilst with his other hand grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him forwards. He could remember the warmth he had felt in the pit of his stomach, that short pang of need that went straight down into his groin and stayed there. Heavy, demanding attention. He could almost feel just how good John’s tongue had felt inside his mouth; remember how much he had wanted to groan when the older man pushed him back against the wall, eager hands attacking at his shirt almost aggressively, pushing it open in seconds. Ianto smiled, tracing a hand up to his neck before fingering the still tender flesh that now lay there, remembering how John’s mouth had sucked and nipped at the skin of his neck as those oh so talented hands worked there way down past his trousers and underneath his boxers. It was only then that Ianto remembered coming for the first time that night, everything John had done up until that point leading up to what could have only have been described as a mind blowing orgasm. He’d felt almost weak at the knees when John had pulled him away from the wall, pushing him backwards until his calves collided with the edge of the bed and he fell backwards onto it. It hadn’t been long before Ianto had been hard again, his body craving John like some forbidden drug, every cell in his body almost sparking with need. He had remembered pulling the older cadet into a bruising kiss as the he had finally pushed into him, could almost taste the blood from where he had bitten down on John’s bottom lip hard. Every bittersweet memory was returning to him now, and Ianto Jones could almost feel his second orgasm rocketing through his body, even more powerful than the first.
It had been wrong, spontaneous, and almost violent. Pure animal lust fuelled by alcohol, rejection and an inexplicable sexual chemistry.
But it also just so happened to have been the best sex Ianto Jones had ever had.
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He was tired.
But the thing that senior cadet Jack Harkness craved wasn’t sleep. It was subtle, unknown even to himself. He just wanted things to be……
………different.
He pulled on his shirt from the night before, leaving it open and leaning down to kiss those full lips that he had fallen victim to the previous night. Aimee smiled, reaching up and fastening the buttons for him, a lustful look in her eye, as she held his face in one slender hand.
“It’s early……you could stay.” She smirked. ”Don’t leave yet.”
“I have to.” Jack nodded in return, stroking a hand through her hair and pulling her into a final kiss. “I have early arms practice……need to get into my uniform.”
“You look pretty good to me already…”
“If only you were in charge of the agency.” Jack laughed, straightening up and nodding towards her. “It was fun. Maybe we’ll do it again sometime.”
“I sincerely hope so.”
Jack didn’t reply, he just gave her the most dazzling smile he could muster and headed towards the door. Once outside into the corridor his legs made short distance of it, and soon he was striding out into the cold air of morning. It was almost perfect, chills running through his lungs as he took in a deep breath of the crystalline air. The pure oxygen woke him instantly, adrenaline kick starting his system, his muscles shivering slightly in an endeavour to warm his blood. Reaching into his pocket, Jack pulled out a cigarette, clicking the metallic tube until he could feel it spark into life beneath his fingers. He paused, stilling his movements as he sucked in a huge breath of smoke, letting it drift to the back of his throat, the bitter tang of nicotine running through into his head in seconds. He smiled; it always helped him think that little bit more clearly.
As he walked the distance back to his own room, Jack found his mind drifting back into the blank safety of his own head. He couldn’t help but notice just how restless he felt, or how unfulfilled the night before had left him. Yes, she had been beautiful, better than that even, she had been exquisite. And yes, the sex had been nothing short of amazing. Even stealing her from John had made it all feel that little bit sweeter, but it was as if it hadn’t been enough. He had no idea why he had suddenly started to feel so different, what had changed in his life to make him feel so unaccomplished. Why was the prospect of sex with countless partners no longer as appealing as it had been only a few months before? Had he just become bored? Or was there something more, something else that had made him see his life in a new light? Jack didn’t know, disappointment shadowing his thoughts and making everything seem that little bit darker. After all, if he didn’t even know what was going through his head, how could he ever expect anyone else to?
Maybe he was just bored. After all, he had been following the same pattern for the last few years, maybe now it had finally become tiresome. Somehow, Jack had become far too acclimatised to the mere fun of sex, and now he was looking for something more. But what else is there than sex? Love? Jack scoffed at the idea. His parents might have been monogamists, but he most certainly wasn’t. Why should he have to restrict himself to just one person? Not when there were so many willing beds out there for him to occupy. But then what else was there? How could he could he make sex feel that little bit more worthwhile? Maybe it was all just a question of effort. Maybe if he chose fewer partners, but invested more time into them…maybe then he would feel the fulfilment that he was missing. It seemed to work for Ianto after all. Not that Ianto had been having much sex at TARA, or at least not to his knowledge. Now that, that was something he would never be able to understand. After 2 months, it would have driven the older cadet insane. Jack smiled, imagining the smug face that Ianto would pull if he ever found out that Jack was even considering adapting slightly to his way of thinking. He wouldn’t tell him, of course he wouldn’t, apart from the fact that Ianto would tease him constantly, they rarely spoke openly about sex together. It was one of their rules after all…..
Grunting frustrated, Jack sucked in the last of the smoke from his cigarette, before closing it and tossing it idly back into his pocket. He entered the tall, shimmering building that was his dorm block, and headed for the stairs, striding up two at a time until he reached his floor. By the time he had reached his room door, Jack had come to some sort of agreement in his head. He was going to try this, or at least he was going to try and put a bit of value back into sex. By no means did he intend to be the strict monogamist that Ianto seemed to think he should be, but for now this was the biggest step he could take. It would be difficult, altering the habits of a lifetime in order to make that same lifetime better. But Jack was determined to give it the best shot that he could. After all……when had Jack Harkness ever really passed up a challenge?
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“I’ve seen that face before…” A sickeningly smug voice sounded behind him.
Ianto Jones had almost managed to get dressed, bent over with his back to John as he retrieved his belt from the floor when the older man’s voice rang out. He straightened up instantly, as if he had been caught red handed, his cheeks flowing crimson as he turned around to face the other man.
He knew it was a mistake as soon as he saw him. John hadn’t bothered to even dry his body, a towel tied loosely around his hips. His toned, muscular torso gleamed, droplets of water dwindling down his skin, tracing long glittering patterns down his chest. His grey eyes met with Ianto’s, an eyebrow raising softly as if he knew just how damned attractive he looked to Ianto that very second. It was wrong….Ianto was completely aware of that. But that didn’t stop his body from deciding otherwise.
“I was just leaving.” Ianto managed to mutter quickly, distracting his eyes from John’s body and back to his belt as he threaded it through his trousers. “I should be getting back anyway….”
“Why?”
“I have training. And so do you.”
“Not for another hour.” John grinned, stepping forward. “You can be honest you know eye candy.”
“Honest?” Ianto shook his head, trying to not look flustered as he didn’t dare meet John’s eye. “How am I not being honest?”
“You’re trying to get away from me.” John took another, more deliberate step forward this time.
“I’m not.”
“You are.” The older cadet laughed, his face erupting into a smug grin. “I’m not sure why though……not if last night was anything to go by anyway….” He grinned again, droplets of water dripping down his temples from his still wet hair.
“I wasn’t myself last night……”
“No…” The other man smirked softly as Ianto’s blue eyes finally met his gaze. “You were better.”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me.” John smiled again, reaching forward to take Ianto’s hand and lift it to his swollen bottom lip. “Don’t tell me you didn’t mean to do this?”
“I was drunk John.”
“You’re not anymore though……are you?” John laughed, glancing down to Ianto’s groin. “In fact you’re what I would call stone cold sober.”
“You’re intolerable.” Ianto spat, wrenching his hand away. “You do know that don’t you?”
“And yet you still find me strangely attractive.”
This was dangerous, and Ianto was all too aware of that fact. He rolled his eyes, refusing to encourage John with anymore words, barging past him towards the door. But a strong arm had other plans for him, as John reached out, grabbing his forearm with a tight grip. Ianto spun round angrily, his eyes almost colliding with John’s as both men fought for dominance.
“Let go.” Ianto said blankly, his voice as deep and authoritative as he could muster. “I’m leaving………and you can’t stop me.”
“Just you watch me eye candy.” The other man smirked, pulling Ianto’s reluctant body flush against him. His grip left Ianto’s arm, snaking up quickly to grasp either shoulder, fingers digging into to his skin and feeling as if they would almost splinter his collar bone. Ianto struggled, trying to pull away, but the grip that John had on him was too strong, too powerful, and too alluring for him to escape successfully. He could feel the older man pressing into his thigh…and even though it all felt so wrong, it was impossible to ignore the deep rooted lust that was now swelling within Ianto’s body. John sensed it too, his brain detecting the younger man’s pheromones as he dipped his head in for a testing kiss. When Ianto neither responded nor complained, John let out a deep, almost primal groan, before shoving the first year hard against the wall.
It was happening all over again, John’s hands making short work of Ianto’s shirt, the flimsy fabric dropping to the floor. Ianto’s own hands roaming across John’s chest, his nails dragging across the skin, leaving mark after fiery mark. Their lips clashed, meshed and in amongst all the lust and chemistry two tongues broke out, both lashing and crashing against each other in the same old fight for dominance that had raged between them once before. John’s entire body was pushing Ianto harder against the wall, so close that it was almost suffocating, but in many ways it wasn’t close enough. The dull pain was almost comforting to Ianto in a way; after all…… he didn’t want this to be soft and loving. He wanted it to be rough, to be filled with pain so that he never forgot how wrong this was. Punishment. A deep moan left Ianto’s mouth as John’s lips worked their way back down to his shoulder, his mind unable to think coherently as he felt teeth against his skin. He had never experienced punishment like this………
“John……” Ianto breathed, trying to restrain another moan as John’s hand snaked down to his groin. “This…it’s……wrong……so wrong.”
“How?” The older cadet froze, lifting his head so he could look into Ianto’s eyes.
“I don’t love you…”
“I don’t love you either.”
“But it’s……” Ianto couldn’t help but feel sheepish as he spoke, his hands dropping away from John’s body and hanging limply by his sides. “It doesn’t mean anything.”
“Jones……” John smirked, tilting his head so that he could press a line of kisses just below Ianto’s ear. “It’s just sex………”
“That’s not the point.”
“It is……” The older cadet continued, moving to whisper into Ianto’s ear. “Stop trying to make this something more than that.”
“But…-“
“But what?” John chuckled, wrapping his hand around Ianto’s cock in one swift motion. “What have you got to lose?”
“N……Nothing.”
“Exactly……” John smiled, licking a long line back down the younger cadet’s neck. “Nothing to lose.” He moved his hand at an agonisingly slow pace which made Ianto grip at his shoulders, fingers digging into his skin with renewed vigour. “You’ve been pretty smart too.”
“I…...I have?”
“Sure. I’m pretty simple me, always will be. This…” John punctuated his speech with a bite to Ianto’s neck. “Will be all I ever need from you………”
“Just……sex?”
“Just sex Jones.” John chuckled, increasing the pace of his hand slightly, earning him a delicious moan from Ianto. “Nothing more……nothing less.”
Ianto gave in after that. The warm hand softly working him closer and closer to a release only made the decision that much easier for him. It was undeniable, that the sex that he and John had shared was just too mind blowing, too loud that it simply refused to be ignored, no matter how against his nature it may seem. John made him feel alive, made him feel so desirable that the very feeling itself had intoxicated Ianto, tearing all logic from his mind in seconds. The more of a taste he had of the older cadet, the more difficult it seemed to turn him away, his every kiss more addicting than the last. It was all too much……the chemicals that made up Ianto’s body easily swayed by the older cadet’s pheromones as he continued to lavish attention on Ianto’s neck and cock. It was all he could do to remain standing never mind think about what he was doing………
Besides……it was just sex. And who was Ianto to stand against human biology?
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He was running late.
Again.
But that barely made any difference to Jack Harkness as he strode down the familiar corridor towards John’s room. They were regularly late, either because they had been in bed together until the last possible second, or because they had found some other, more delectable creature to spend the night with. Either way, it was their tradition to always go to morning arms practice together, as generally the walk provided them with precious minutes with which to compare conquests and brag about their past exploits. Jack smiled; he really couldn’t wait to see John that morning. He could almost see the other cadet’s pout as soon as Jack reminded him about how willingly Aimee had left him the night before, and Jack couldn’t wait until he could stand there and brag about just how incredible she had been. Yes, it was immature and it wouldn’t add any form of value to the sex as he had discovered he needed it to……but being able to tease John was always fun, whatever Jack’s mind set.
It didn’t surprise him when John answered his door still wearing a towel, his face red and his eyes ever so slightly glazed over with a post orgasmic haze. Jack raised an eyebrow, trying to ignore the sensations that the mere sight of John has sent running through his body as he quickly glanced down, eyes resting on the towel that was tied clumsily around his waist.
“Practice?” Jack grinned, pushing him gently out of the way. “We’re already late. I’d get dressed quick; Ajax is going to murder us as it is.”
“Errr yeah.” John nodded quickly, backing away from him towards his bed, grabbing the clothes that lay scattered beside it. “Guess I must have lost track of time.”
“You think?” The other cadet laughed, leaning back against the wall and glancing around the room. “So you got lucky after all last night?”
“You could say that.”
“Awwww……” Jack smirked, watching him as he quickly pulled on his white under shirt and tunic. “Weren’t they any good?”
“Opposite.” John couldn’t help but give him a knowing look. “In fact, I’d go so far as to say you’d have absolutely no idea how good they were.”
“Oh really?” Jack pouted, before cocking an eyebrow. “You’re going to have to introduce us, I quite-“
Jack’s words were cut off mid sentence, as the bathroom door barely two metres away from him opened, and a figure stepped out, seemingly unaware as he ran his hands through his hair. The figure turned round, meeting Jack’s eye and standing completely still, looking at him with a look that combined both horror and embarrassment. Mean while, Jack’s heart felt like it had almost stopped beating in his chest, his lungs burning as his mind refused to give the rest of his body permission to breathe. He was speechless, mouth feeling dry and empty, brain processing so many pieces of information that it seemed like nothing would ever make sense again.
“Hello Jack………” Ianto barely managed to mutter.
Ok….so Jack’s reaction….I’m sorry but that will be the next chapter, this one was getting too long! But anyway….what did we think? Am I about to be lynched for excessive Jonto? *cowers* As always, I am writing this series for you, so if you have read this and if it has entertained you in any way, I would really appreciate a comment. It keeps me motivated, and it is what keeps me writing this! But thank you so so much for reading this far! :)
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