Chapter 7
Confused Hurt
Walking into the firing range, Ianto pulled the Gold Dust Phasers out of the weapon cabinet, looking down at the weapon that everyone who was going to Vargus 9 would be assigned.
He hadn’t worked with them that much and so planned to practice with them for the next few days, until he was shipped out. As he practiced, he felt himself relax, gaining confidence as he was able to control the weapon better and better.
It was unlikely that he would need to use it. He was going to the planet as an Archivist, not to take on the Cybermen, but there was always the possibility that he would have to defend himself, that the agents assigned to his team could be taken out. And he planned on being ready.
It wasn’t long before he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. Putting the gun down, he wasn’t surprised when he turned around and saw Jack watching him. Jack’s eyes running up and down his body, scorching him with there intensity, as he moved closer.
“There’s nothing sexier than a man who knows how to handle their weapon,” Jack said, mouth twitching. Ianto couldn’t help the bark of laughter that left him at the statement. Biting his lip to stop as Jack stepped closer.
“Nice line,” he said, when he had finally managed to stop the laughter from bubbling up.
“I wanted to make sure you were alright,” Jack said, face going serious. “You left awfully quickly the other night.”
Ianto felt a blush cross his face as he remembered the other night, breath quickening as the other man stepped closer again, chest just brushing his own.
“You need to say something, Ianto,” Jack whispered, mouth brushing Ianto’s as he spoke. Ianto swallowed hard, staring into the intense blue eyes, feeling his heart racing. He nodded his head, before closing the gap, and pressing his mouth against Jack’s.
Jack groaned, arms coming up to wrap around him, but allowing Ianto to control the kiss. Ianto lapped at Jack’s lips, tongue delving inside as Jack’s mouth opened. Exploring the man’s mouth, he felt himself echoing Jack’s groan, his arms wrapping around Jack’s waist.
Pulling back, Ianto looked at Jack’s swollen mouth, raising a finger to trace his lips.
“Ianto,” Jack breathed, hands moving up and down his back, causing Ianto to relax further. He let out a stuttering breath as Jack ducked his head, laying kisses along his jaw, making his way to his ear, sucking the lobe into his mouth.
“Ianto,” he whispered again, as he walked Ianto backwards, until the back of his legs met the table. He leaned back, turning his head and capturing Jack’s mouth, as Jack stepped between his legs.
He groaned as Jack’s hand drifted down to the front of his jeans, rubbing the hardness that was slowly growing.
The moment was ruined as the sound of clapping echoed around the range.
“I knew you had to be screwing one of the higher ups,” Gray’s sneering voice said, as the man stepped out of the shadows. “Although I gotta admit, I thought it was Hart you were doing.”
“This isn’t any of your business, Adam,” Jack’s voice replied, sounding like steel.
“Ah, come on, bro,” Gray replied, a smug smirk crossing his face. “You weren’t going to introduce me to your piece of ass this year?”
Looking between the two, Ianto felt like he’d been thrown into the middle of a conversation, having missed all the important parts.
“This is none of your business, Adam,” Jack replied, voice still missing the warmth it usually had, as he straightened up, allowing Ianto to stand.
“Maybe,” Gray said, eyes sweeping over Ianto, before turning back to Jack. “Maybe I should let Jones know the type of person you really are, bro.”
Gray turned back to Ianto, eyes glinting with malice.
“You see, Jones,” he started. “My darling brother here and Captain Hart, have an ongoing bet. It all started when they went here, back then, it was to see how many first years they could bed. But that got boring, especially when they both became Time Agents and could pretty much get whoever they wanted. So they started a new deal, staying with the first years of course, they pick only one and see which one can bed them first. I guess you’re this year’s challenge.”
Swallowing, Ianto looked back at Jack, who was staring back at him with pleading eyes.
“It’s not like that,” Jack murmured, raising a hand and dropping it as Ianto took a step away. He couldn’t understand why he felt so hurt; after all he was here for Lisa, so he had no cause to be angry at Jack. Sure, he thought what Jack and Hart were doing was abhorrent, but it didn’t explain the pain.
“I should go,” he said, ignoring the way Jack was looking at him, and walking out the door.
Not paying attention to where he was going, he found himself staring at the bench where he had first seen Lisa again, had accepted Jack’s help. Sitting on it, he echoed the same pose he had back then, elbows on his knees, and head in his hands.
“Ianto?” a quiet voice asked.
Ianto looked up and tried to give Professor Sato a smile, which he was sure probably came out more as a grimace.
“Are you okay?” she asked, putting her umbrella up over herself and him, sitting down, as it started to rain.
“Have you ever made a decision because of your heart and not your head?” he asked, looking over and catching the smile that crossed her face.
“Yes,” she said.
“Well, and I know this will make you think I’m an idiot, but I joined the Time Agency to win my ex-girlfriend back,” he said. “Biggest mistake I’ve ever made.”
He turned in shock as he heard her scoff.
“Oh, please,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Ianto, I don’t care why or what reason made you come here, but I’ve been keeping my eye on you and you are exactly what we need in a Time Agent. Don’t let some little boy and his brother make you think that you shouldn’t be here. Why do you think I chose you to be the student who joined the Archivists?”
Ianto looked at her in shock; not realizing it had been her that had put his name forward for Vargus 9, then frowned, wondering how the other woman knew about what had just happened.
“Don’t make me regret my choice,” she said, standing up and walking away.
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